Life is Great

The Daily Appreciations of Pick Yin

Not exactly predictable.
Has enough brains for codes
(but can be completely clueless on other more important matters).
Likes her Joe (and her man?) black and her food spicy.
“Quam bene vivas refert, non quam diu.” — Seneca

Total Posts   372      Last Updated   19 May 2008 2:46 PM (GMT +8)

星期五, 四月 30, 2004


Cooking with Anchovies


Fresh Anchovies with Lemon Sprigs and Roasted AlmondsOne of my most highly and constantly stocked raw ingredients at home is a huge container of anchovies.

Rich with iron, anchovies are mostly consumed in a dry salted form here in Malaysia. They tremendously good, nutritious and highly prized in their own right. They are also very effective in enhancing the flavor of other cooking ingredients.

They are strong and gutsy and an acquired taste.

One the main ingredients in the much favored Worcestershire sauce, anchovies also makes the best sambal tumis (a hot and spicy chilli paste) and are often savored with hot steaming nasi lemak (coconut milk-cooked rice served with fried anchovies and nuts, half-boiled egg, cucumber slices and of course, the sambal).


As a Chinese, I love brewing anchovies into a broth to accompany other types of ingredients. Ridiculously simple to make, anchovy broth can be used to cook the daily greens (try iceberg salads, Chinese bok choi, Chinese cabbage or spinach) or as a base for the best rice noodle soup. Additionally, it is great as the broth for a steamboat session and can be incorporated with other types of meat such as chicken.
Anchovy Broth
Makes 1¾ liter of broth
  • 2 liters water

  • 1½ cups dried anchovies, washed

  • 1½ tablespoons peanut oil

  • a pinch of salt

  • a dash of pepper
Heat oil in a stock pot over medium heat. Fry anchovies till aromatic. Add salt and pepper to taste. When anchovies are browned slightly, add water. Increase heat to high fire. Once broth comes to a boil, cover with lid but leave steamslot open (for pots without steamslots, shift lid slightly to expose a small uncovered space). Let broth simmer for at least 20 minutes. Remove anchovies with a strainer.
For usage with seafood dishes, some garlic can be added to the recipe when frying the anchovies. The tasteless anchovies may be reused if one does not mind tasteless fried anchovies. Usually I will provide them as a feast for a few felines constantly visiting my backyard.

They are becoming very fat indeed after so many years of anchovy diet.

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星期三, 四月 28, 2004


Legal Entry


Her concentration was distracted by a realization that Seth was right behind her.

Hovering above her shoulders, he was practically breathing down her neck. She snapped close her heavy legal reading and turned to prepare to face her boss.

She did not have a chance.

Immediately he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her away from her chair.

Pushing the chair away, he forced her against the table side and pressed his body hard to hers.

With one hand locked on her neck and tangling her long curls of hair, he kissed her like a man. They have done this before, but just this far. This time he wanted more. She thought she might just give in. She let him hike up her black pencil skirt and thank her gods she did not bother to put on stockings that day. The heels stayed on, like a bitch she wanted him. Seth pulled away her knickers as she struggled with his belt.

With her white shirt half undone, he nibbled on her rock firm nipples. Within the next minute, not wanting to wait any longer, she let him in.

The stack of papers she took the whole day to prepare flew to the floor. Luckily her table was both wide and strong enough for this little rendezvous. Seth worked on his rhythm and pressure. As she was trying to focus and not worry about being caught, she decided Seth was better than she thought he would be.

"Fuuuccckkkk!!", she yelled as all of her surpressed tension for the pass month was released. She thought she had heard him use that word quite often with James but never had she imagined she would end up using it this way.

"What?", Seth looked at her in disbelieve. "Aren't you glad?"

She saw Seth's face for the first time, trying to maintain an expressionless front. She sat still and kept her legs crossed to prevent any hint of her warm moist feeling being visible.

"You are being made partner of Seth & James, Alli. Congratulations." Seth repeated when she remained silent.

"Damn..", Alli thought. "Did I almost blew that away?" She hoped not.

Seth gave her a knowing smile as they shook hands. Both palms were drenched with sweat.

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星期一, 四月 26, 2004


Book Review: Philippa Gregory's The Other Boleyn Girl


A Woman Who Held Her GroundAfter David Lodge, a swift change of genre landed myself going through Philippa Gregory's well researched book about Mary Boleyn, the less famous mistress of Henry VIII during the Tudor rule in England.

The best selling book was soon turned into a BBC drama series directed by Philippa Lowthorpe. Alison Plowden provided a few detailed articles about it here.

What intrigued me and kept me turning pages (and missing train stops!) was not the way Mary Boleyn over-shadowed her darker beauty of a sister Anne to rise up and win Henry's affection.

While the book failed to highlight that Mary have been the notorious womanizer Francois I's "English mare" after Mary Tudor left France, it did portray Mary to be reluctant from being yet another king's mistress.

Her marriage to William Carey, one of the gentlemen of the king's privy chamber did not help her avoid her fate. When Anne finally won in their sisterly rivalry after Mary borne the king Catherine and Henry Carey, Mary decided that she have had enough of life at court. More importantly, she knew Henry VIII could not love another woman the way he truly did Katherine of Aragon.

Mary was forced to return to court from her short summers at Hever with her children to attend to Anne. The new queen was relentless with her plots after continuously failing to provide Henry a much longed for legitimate male heir. Scenes of venomous word against Mary and sometimes even their beloved brother George were constantly outlined.

When Anne was finally overtaken by another courtier from the rival family Seymour, she wrote Henry a letter denying the allegations of adultery and incest against her.
Sir; If, as you say, confessing a Truth indeed may procure my safety, I shall with all Willingness and Duty perform your Command. But let not your Grace ever imagine that your poor Wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a Fault, where not so much as a Thought thereof proceeded. And to speak a truth, never Prince had Wife more Loyal in all Duty, and in all true Affection, than you have ever found in Anne Boleyn. Neither did I at any time so far forget myself in my received Queenship, but that I always looked for such an Alteration as now I find; for the ground of my Preferment being on no surer Foundation than your Grace's Fancy, the least Alteration, I knew, was fit and sufficient to draw that Fancy to some other Subject.

Try me good King, but let me have a Lawful Trial, and let not my sworn Enemies sit as my Accusers and Judges; yea, let me receive an open Trial, for my Truth shall fear no open shame; then shall you see, either mine Innocency cleared, your Suspicion and Conscience satisfied, the Ignominy and Slander of the World stopped, or my Guilt openly declared. So that whatsoever God or you may determine of me, your Grace may be freed from an open Censure to follow your Affection already settled on that Party, for whose sake I am now as I am.

But if you have already determined of me, and that not only my Death, but an infamous Slander must bring you the enjoying of your desired Happiness; then I desire of God, that he will pardon your great Sin therein; and likewise mine Enemies, the Instruments thereof; and that he will not call you to a strict Account for your unprincely and cruel usage of me, at his General Judgement-Seat, where both you and my self must shortly appear, and in whose Judgement, I doubt not (whatsover the World may think of me) mine Innocence shall be openly known, and sufficiently cleared.
While Anne's torturous and unhappy life was doomed to an end with her beheading (along with George and five other men in his homosexual circle), Mary managed to turn hers around by leading a simple life with her true affection, William Stafford, whom she had married in secret. The Staffords were never pardoned for this and proceeded to live in outcast at Rochford.

The Other Boleyn Girl remembers Mary for who she was, a woman of courage who took her own chances. After having her girlhood and part of her womanhood wasted at court, she refused to be further exploited and succumbed to sacrifices in the name of Howard family ambition. Compared to Anne, she lived and survived to restore her kinship's honor and bring her descendants prosperity.

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Zero Insecurities?


Scene of crime: My bedroom at night, when I was about four.
PY  :  Maaaaaaa!!!!!!
Mum :  (rushes into room) What is it dear???!!!
PY  :  What is that ugly thing?? (points to ceiling at far corner of room)
Mum :  (takes a relieved breath) Ohhhh, that's just a tiny lizard dear. Go back to sleep.
PY  :  I can't sleep with that thing around. Make it go away...... (pulls face)
Mum :  Oh honey, it won't bite. Just close your eyes and sleep now.
PY  :  No, it's still there.... (pulls longer face)
Mum :  (sighs) Okay okay... Daddy??????!!!!!!! Bring in the mop. (mumbles sofly to herself) How on earth does she manage to pinpoint and zoom in to that tiny thing all the way up there, every single time????

Dad would immediately materialize himself with the mop and shoo away the poor hungry lizard back to its nook hidden from his silly girl's sight.
That was my insecurity then. I go to bed every time praying fervently for the creatures creeping in my room to go to sleep as well and not make themselves visible.

As I grow up, I have dozens of other constantly changing insecurities. Once I get over one with much effort and courage, another new kind will present itself to make me weary. They hover over my life and sometimes, I admit, manage get themselves into my way so much so I have to divert my journey and take another path.

Recently, I met a man who smugly announced to everyone listening that he has zero insecurities. He is a rich man of about 40. He can afford to retire now and not lift a finger to live comfortably till the day he croaks. He mentioned that he has nothing to hide and nothing to fear.

Is it possible to have no insecurities at all or am I just being a little too cynical?

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星期六, 四月 24, 2004


Site Update


While Petaling Street the Malaysian blogtal highway is going through what is probably a major revamp, I have maintained a few common features on Life is Great.

The comment window now has a status bar. I have no choice but to copy the whole Haloscan java script into my Blogger template and add another argument to set on the status bar. This is what happens when I am too lazy to prepare my own comment box template.

Next up is the Latest Comments area which will facilitate a list of the ten lastest comments. Yes, as you have guessed it I have to maintain it manually. It is worth the effort though since I realize I have readers commenting on my archival posts which no longer appear on the main page. Their comments will never be read if this column is not maintained.

Another item, Kinja is a beta version of a weblog and news reader designed to bring weblog writers to a broader audience, by making it easier to explore topics, posts and writers. I particularly enjoy its beautiful layout and the nifty little site icons added to each feed summary.

All in all, it has been a busy week at work for Pick Yin. A review on The Other Boleyn Girl with be up soon when I have the strength to do some real historical research.

Till then, have a good Sunday my babies!

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星期四, 四月 22, 2004


Unfelt Touches


I focused on his eyes. I had no choice but to lay still and not even alter my sight towards a fixed target. His hands moved rapidly; sometimes in light strokes and other times with more pressure.

He made an effort to display no emotion. His eyes switched to and fro my hair, lips, neck and chest. Each time his focus darted towards me I felt a jolt of electricity streaming across my whole body. I tried to remain concentrated, all the while holding my position.

It was cold in the room and yet I find myself almost sweating. I worried about my skin; will the moisture spoil its texture then? He moved more rapidly. As his attention shifted towards my breast, stomach and hips; his face began to color, his breathing excited. I matched my breath to his; inhale quickly, exhale slowly. I had to maintain rapport. He was slowly getting there. We should keep to the same pace.

I felt compromised at some point. Trapped without the freedom to move but I struggled against my will. Every bone and muscle in my body wanted to allow me the chance to conform according to my desires. I kept my eyes locked on his. My legs were next inline of process. He was meticulous and took his time. Toe by toe I felt him against me, texturing and shaping with his gentle movements. He proceeded from there towards my thighs. For a brief moment I thought I saw him gritting his teeth.

After a few more swift movements with his hands, he suddenly let out a sigh. I saw his sight falling against that warm spot on me. He kept his vision locked there while his fingers and arms do their work. Slow and directed, heavy and in circles. I restrained myself with all my might from moaning or even parting my lips, all the while inside me I was burning with tension and pain. It was almost ironic.

He spent more time there than anywhere else. Our breaths sped up exponentially. He was so engrossed he did not realize I was matching my breath with his. It was as if he could see and feel nothing else.

He let out another long breath with much controlled effort. His focus finally returned to my eyes. He smiled and wiped his wet forehead with the back of his arms. I knew then he was done and I had been his pleasure. I stood and retrieved my robe.

He ascended from his stool and presented me the canvas with his left hand smudged black with charcoal. It was then that I knew my struggles were worth it all, and that he had been my pleasure as well.

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星期一, 四月 19, 2004


Girls


Lemon Garden 2Go

Photographer: Najah Nasseri

The double espresso was history by the time this moment was caught.

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星期日, 四月 18, 2004


Blogging Technicalities: Comment (0)


Over coffee with a few friends just now, the discussion of migrating Life is Great to a paid hosting came up. I lamented one of the reasons I hold back on shifting this blog to a new piece of real estate is that I will not be able to bring along the many comments with me. Any CMS (Content Management System) geeks have a comment extracting script I can use? Heh heh....

Then I came home and stumbled on Meg Hourihan's early year post on Comments and Weblogs. Being the co-founder of Pyra and was co-creator and Director of Development of Blogger until February 2001 no less, she provided a good insight of how the commenting option should probably be thoroughly considered before being enabled or disabled for a particular blog post.

I find it interesting that many foreign bloggers such as Jason Kottke and Makiko Itoh do not enable comments on all their entries. That mentioned, I do not mind now that Haloscan and Blogger's collaboration has not come to the point of allowing blog authors to disable or enable individual post comments.
1. Do I want feedback on what I'm writing?
I would always welcome feedback based on my personal stand that blogging is a two-way form of communication. I assume my readers would know or get the idea which of my many writings are worth commenting on. If I happen to post rubbish then I do not mind getting some rubbish in return (GIGO!). I value feedbacks on posts which spark discussions - I learn so much.

2. Do I have time to manage a conversation right now?
I think it is not necessary to moderate all threads but I make it a point to address all comments. I also make time to edit out double entries or accidental errata. If a thread does go out of topic, I can make use of it to start another one - lo and behold! A new post... great! I agree with Meg though that it is the author's responsibility to ensure some level of civility and pleasant vibe on each thread. On spam and troll controls, I have Haloscan to take care of those.

3. Is this conversation over?
The function of disabling further comments will be useful if a thread does turn ugly and begin to do readers more harm than good. Apart from that, I think it is not a necessity to close every conversation explicitly. The author always have the right to comment censorship anyway, to use it or not is up to his or her wise judgement.
So there you have it. The day Life is Great move to a new home, I will somehow try to export all the orange box jottings along with the archivals. My readers have all been quite wonderful, I can make the effort.

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星期六, 四月 17, 2004


Pots de Crème au Chocolat


After having a warm and extremely devilish piece of moist chocolate cake last night, I decided to make a set of chocolate pots de crème to satisfy the continuing cocoa craving I still have now.

Pots de crème (pronounced poh-duh-krehm) is French for "pot of cream", refering to both the dessert and the small, lidded pots it is served in, called petis pots.


Then the French did not have a proper word for custard. Hence they named their custard variation a crème.


This sinful dessert is a member of the custard family, which dates back to the Middle Ages and the first flan (or tart). Originally, a custard was meant to be the filling to a crusted tart but the filling was so delicious it was instead made on its own in individual dishes.

A custard is classified on its thickness or sweetness, where pots de crème is more soft than a crème brulée, which you can typically turn out of the pot. In the 1960s and 1970s this classic dessert was revived in both culinary and family circles and has led to the resurgence of new pots de crème interest and appreciation.

Pots de crème can be made two days ahead and is the perfect dessert for a dinner party. This recipe was given to me by a French teacher two years ago (I have since forgotten much of the language but remembered the food). Keep refrigerated until ready to serve.
Chocolate Pots de Crème
Serves 4
  • 1¼ cups Half-and-Half (pre-shredded vacuum sealed fondue packs of half sharp aged Gruyère and half Vacherin-Fribourgeois cheese)

  • 3 ounces bittersweat chocolate, finely chopped

  • ¼ cup sugar

  • 3 large egg yolks

  • ½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract

  • 1 tablespoon cocoa powder

  • Pinch of salt

  • Freshly whipped cream, for serving (optional)
Preheat oven to 300º. Bring a kettle of water to boil, and keep it warm.
Heat Half-and-Half in a small saucepan over medium heat until it just begins to simmer. Remove from heat, and add chocolate and sugar. Let stand 5 minutes.
Stir together yolks, vanilla, cocoa and salt in a large bowl. With a fork, stir chocolate mixture until smooth. Gradually stir chocolate mixture into egg mixture. Pour through a fine sieve into a glass measuring cup.
Place four ramekins, pudding molds or pot de crème molds (3 to 4 ounces each) in a shallow roasting pan, and divide the chocolate mixture among them. Pour the hot water into the pan so that it reaches halfway up the sides of the ramekins.
Bake until custards are not quite set in centers, about 30 minutes (custards will firm up as they cool). Carefully remove ramekins from water bath, and let custards cool slightly. Cover with plastic wrap; refrigerate until ready to serve.
Just before serving, dollop with whipped cream, if desired.
It is important not to overcook your pots de crème or it will become lumpy instead of smooth and silky. Make sure to take it from the oven within 5 minutes of its completion and leave the crème in the water bath until it has just reached room temperature. This simple tip will give you the perfect consistency.

Traditionally this dessert is served in pot de crème molds such the ones pictured above right. Ramekins (pictured left) and pudding molds work well, too. A good complement to the custard's richness will be some light hazlenut kisses.

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星期五, 四月 16, 2004


Design: Pour Moi et Pour Vous


Beautiful Icons, No?While enjoying myself on leave vegetating yesterday, I finally had the chance to polish the appearance and correct some errors (gasp!) of this blog.

After four months of its birth last year, Life is Great has been receiving a growing number of readers. It has also been parked permanently on many respected bloggers' real estates. Thus I have a nagging feeling of responsibility to at least maintain a presentable and legible site not only for myself, but for all of you whom I cherish.

I have been contemplating a migration to a paid domain hosting and therefore the inevitable change of blogging tool to Moveable Type (MT) or Typepad (honestly I do not have the time to develop my own blogging program). In future, maybe I will. Right now, Blogger is still good for me, despite its many limitations. Moreover, many good weblogs are still hosted at BlogSpot.

As a programmer, I often design user interfaces as well as back-end processing applications. A weblog's design is as important as its content to me. Personally I find myself frequenting sites coded to please the eye, catch the heart and nourish the mind. Figuring out Cascading Style Sheet (CSS) is not difficult but I have lost touch with Object Oriented Programming (OOP) for quite some time. Many times I find myself at lost with so many class hierarchies and element rules. (I have been writing structural programs at work and will not bore you with the differences.)

The challenge with optimizing CSS is not made easier with all the different browsers out there. I find that a majority of my readers are MSIE users with 1024x768 screen resolutions. That said, I do not want to put aside Mac users running on Safari or Opera, and by God, I really, really do not wish to piss off any of the mass of Open Source fans who swear on Firefox. It is extremely time consuming trying to juggle CSS just between IE and Firefox. I have no idea how this site looks on a Mac with Safari or Opera, so kind readers please drop me a comment or two if it misbehaves on your Apples. Should that happen I will borrow my boss's iBook and do some tweaking.

The look of Life is Great is nothing new and not very original.

I gravitate towards sunny colors like yellow (my favorite but certainly not a valid choice here), orange and other earthy colors. Starting with an orange default Blogger template, I get inspirations from many nicely created sites and adapt some of it here. Kottke and Makiko Itoh have written a few posts on design; some of which are very relevant to weblogs while others address commercial websites with specific clientele groups.

All in all, I hope my little space here will continue to be enjoyed by many. I am certainly having a great time!

The following are my references:P.S.: I may have a chance to experience posting using MT after all, to help maintain another blog. But I am not telling anything more, yet... ** grin **

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星期三, 四月 14, 2004


Paper Chasing Fools


Over the past couple of years, I notice a consistent trend developing. A growing number of individuals are beginning to further their tertiary studies by doing a Masters program. The latest must have item that will last through all seasons is not the pair of Gucci shoes, that Prada bag or the 7-Series Bimmer. Man and woman are chasing paper like mad. Is this good or bad?

Gone are the days of our fathers and mothers where having a mere Degree is a big deal and actually meant an equal bigger deal. Now anyone hoping for a decent job will have to be a Bachelor of something before their resumes even make it to any Human Resource department's in-tray. Thus with this pressure, today all levels of certification even up to the Doctorate can be bought, depending on how rich, desperate and stupid the buyers are. Standards have gone so low; any Tom, Dick or Harry on the street are able to flaunt their "hard earned recognitions" from God-knows-what institutions offering twinning (or nowadays tripling and quadrupling) programs with who-knows-which country overseas.

Pardon my puns but I sincerely believe many have made further education a mockery to begin with. To me there are only so many valid reasons for one to embark on anything further after completing the undergraduate effort.
To become an academic;
To further one’s knowledge and skills after completing a Degree;
To utilize the recognition in one’s career advancement plan.
I discovered that most people today do their Masters not because of the above reasons. Instead they chase paper like everyone else does because:
They have graduated and cannot find a 'good' job, plus they get paid being Research Analysts while doing their Masters;
They have not decided what to do with their lives and do not feel like working;
They have worked for a good many years and this seems like the obvious next step, though they themselves have no idea what to do with the piece of certification;
They have discovered that their job resulting from their previously gained Degree no longer interest them, and by doing a Masters in something they think they now want to do will open new doors of career opportunity;
They are already managers and hope that a Masters qualification may push them up a nudge on the career ladder, regardless of whether the paper is relevant to their job or company;
Everyone else they know are doing it, thus they have to keep up.
I have had the following experiences:
When I was doing my Industrial Training during the second year of my Computer Science degree, an acquaintance (notice I used this reference instead of friend to show how desperate she was) approached me for assistance with a computer programming assignment. She was pursuing a Masters of IT from a local college, her Degree was in Economics. In a nutshell, she knows nothing about Computer Science or IT, except maybe to use the word processor on her PC. Her then boyfriend held a Degree in Computer Science but could not do much programming to save her life. She was willing to give me a ride from my office back to my hostel room during the then semester break to convince me into preparing her assignment for her. It was an object oriented programming project in C++ which requires at least two weeks worth of man days to complete. She came to me two days away from the deadline an expected a miracle. I attempted similar assignments a year earlier. I explained to her the best I can the concepts of OOP and some syntaxes of C++ (I might as well have been speaking in Swahili to her) but frankly told her I cannot write the program for her.

When I first started working after graduation, my immediate boss was just beginning his Masters in IT program. He asked me for a favor to complete one of his assignments. It was a case study to prepare a user requirement questionnaire. Not wanting to put myself in a spot (I worried he would take it personally on me if I refused), I agreed to do it for him. I did it as if it was my life and death exam paper. I spent one hour with maximum effort on it and mailed it to him the next day. He has never since repeated any such request.
All is fine and accounted for if one takes to his education seriously and passionately. It frustrates me to see so called post graduates skipping most of their classes just because they are too tired after working for eight hours or requesting their subordinates at work to complete their assignments for them. A friend came to me recently asking for a recommendation of the most lenient and easy supervisor from my university to do his Masters with. What do these people have to show for once they receive their papers?

In all honesty, the limited post graduate seats in our local and private institutions are better reserved for those who really have their hearts in the right places to appreciate the meaning and value of knowledge and education.

Related posts (updated on 15/04/2004):

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Burned Out


After feeling I had been robbed off my weekend with this course, I spent the last two days feeling totally burned out. The recurring monthly course does not help, rendering me exhausted and cranky. TV Smith put it flatly to remind me as I told him I was dying - "No you are not, you'll live and live to do it over and over again." Nice guy, this...

I have been so out of touch my unwatered (I forgot for how many weeks) money plant is almost dying on me at my cubicle. Hence I promptly applied for a two-days leave before wrapping up my work yesterday. The agenda for what is to be the only short break (a female colleague is getting hitched next week and I signed her 15-days leave form!) for me is then as follows:
Day 1
Clean room
Have breakfast @ Chinoz with book
Enjoy afternoon siesta
Blog
Cook pasta
Watch SATC reruns

Day 2
Order pizza and chicken wings
Vegetate slowly

Day 3
Oh... no day 3. WTF, back to work and hell.
Till then, chill....

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星期一, 四月 12, 2004


And You Think You are Living Up to Your Potential?


For the pass two days I have been surprised by the knowledge of mind power. It is difficult not to be when one is being presented with these facts:
An adult thinks about 60,000 thoughts a day, about 90% of these are repetitions and a majority are also negative thoughts.
Thinking more increases the size of synapses in the brain. We have these to connect our ±[10 the power of 10 the power of 10] brain cells. A few million die each day.
The conscious mind on average can process up to 7 (±2) bits of information simultaneously per second.
The unconscious mind on average can process ±2 to ±3 million bits of information simultaneously per second.
Therefore, using and depending so much on our stupid conscious minds, we are not really making progress are we? However, the conscious mind can never function like its cleverer counterpart.
As humans we live in a five sensory world and take in all information through these five senses. If we absorbed everything that comes to us at 3-million bits of information a second, we'd fry our circuits. To deal with this we filter the information. Some of our filters are our perceptions of time and space energy and matter, the language we use and our understanding of words and meanings, our memories, the way we go about making decisions, the patterns we look for when selecting information, our values and beliefs and our overall attitude. And we delete, distort and generalize according to our filters. We then take what has gone through and make a picture of it with sounds and feelings, tastes and smells. The next thing that happens instantaneously is that we react to that image with corresponding state emotional behavior.

- Trisha Barn, NLP - Talk Yourself into Excellence
Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) is the study of subjective experience and belief that all behavior has structure. Therefore behavior can be modeled to model excellence. The concept was first introduced by Anthony Robbins in his book Awaken the Giant Within. After falling out with the two other founders John Grinder and Richard Bandler, for trademark reasons Robbins can no longer legally use the phrase NLP but replaced it with Neuro-Associative Conditioning (NAC).

Psycho spies, field agents and terrorist attack negotiators are all trained using advanced NLP. Richard Nixon's Watergate scandal was brought into light when he was discovered using NLP eye-accessing methods to be lying on national television. When one empowers the unconscious mind, the possibility is endless.

Further reads:

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星期六, 四月 10, 2004


Encrypted and Encoded


.... many will agree that one gets wiser as one grows older, gets married or have children.

This is not always the case. There are always certain times in life when one does extremely foolish things; be completely blurred by emotions, temptations or perceptions (or God forbid, all of these at the same time!); or act not one's age.

We learn as we live each day, till the very end.

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星期五, 四月 09, 2004


Why is Programming Fun?


Reading through a technical paper from one of our vendors, a quote was included in its introduction.
"The hardest single part of building a software system is deciding precisely what to build." - Frederick Brooks, an IBM Researcher and Fellow, writing in his seminal work 'The Mythical Man-Month', on software engineering.
The following is an excerpt from The Mythical Man-Month.
Why is programming fun? What delights may its practioner expect as his reward?

First is the sheer joy of making things. As the child delights in his mud pie, so the adult enjoys building things, especially things of his own design. I think this delight must be an image of God's delight in making things, a delight shown in the distinctiveness of each leaf and each snowflake.

Second is the pleasure of making things that are useful to other people. Deep within, we want others to use our work and to find it helpful. In this respect the programming system is not essentially different from the child's first clay pencil holder "for Daddy's office."

Third is the fascination of fashioning complex puzzle-like objects of interlocking moving parts and watching them work in subtle cycles, playing out the consequences of principles built in from the beginning. The programmed computer has all the fascination of the pinball machine or the jukebox mechanism, carried to the ultimate.

Fourth is the joy of always learning, which springs from the nonrepeating nature of the task. In one way or another the problem is ever new, and its solver learns something: sometimes practical, sometimes theoretical, and sometimes both.

Finally, there is the delight of working in such a tractable medium. The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff. He builds his castles in the air, from air, creating by exertion of the imagination. Few media of creation are so flexible, so easy to polish and rework, so readily capable of realizing grand conceptual structures. (As we shall see later, this tractability has its own problems.)

Yet the program construct, unlike the poet's words, is real in the sense that it moves and works, producing visible outputs separately from the construct itself. It prints results, draws pictures, produces sounds, moves arms. The magic of myth and legend has come true in our time. One types the correct incantation on a keyboard, and a display screen comes to life, showing things that never were nor could be.

Programming then is fun because it gratifies creative longings built deep within us and delights sensibilities we have in common with all men.
** Sigh.... ** I am going to be yet poorer after getting this book. This is what happens when you Google everything out of sheer curiosity.

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Life's Little Complications


This Friday morning, I present you a sleepy muse:
Receipe of a Complicated Weekend
Serves till this Sunday night
  • Being rudely disturbed by the same Arab men while you are having dinner (dessert) with the sentinent sentient. We were supposed to be falling head over heels just because the owners of Little Egypt were attempting to pick us up?

  • Discovering there are such men who enjoy reading your blog but refuse to acknowledge so when prompted.

  • Forgetting to switch on the headlights at night when you are too beat to drive.

  • Having to forsake a friendship with one part of a couple who are breaking up. You can never be close at the same level with both.

  • Having colleagues who dislike you, and you them.

  • Having to work attend a two-whole-days course on Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP) during the weekend with despite having overlapping deadlines lurking around the corner.

  • Having a yellow little car not washed for the past two weeks and is due for yet another service tomorrow after three months.
Some dear friends are having it harder though. One had an accident, one got fired and another suspects there is something wrong with her constantly aching back.

All the best my loved ones!

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星期四, 四月 08, 2004


Curiosity Killed the Kitties


Hey, they taking our pictures!

I have no idea what they were focusing on when someone was focusing on them.

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星期三, 四月 07, 2004


Danger for Women: Methamphetamines Abuse


I have spent the past one hour turning my magazine storage boxes upside down trying in vain to search for a 2003 US Glamour issue with an article by Mark Boal - "Do I Look like a Drug Addict to You?". After much searching on the net, I have no strong statistics of meth abuse by women in Malaysia but I have a strong feeling that it is on the rise.

Boal’s article focused on the specific accounts of two women, Amy Hart and Lisa Smith (both of their names were changed). Meth abuse has a high impact on working woman due to two factors - apparent maintenance of endless strength and weight loss.

The article was referred to here, the following is an excerpt:
Hart, a recovering meth addict, used drugs in an attempt to capitalize on her flourishing career. Working as an account executive for a San Francisco based Dot-com Company, Hart was earning US$80,000 a year while secretly abusing meth. Lisa Smith used methamphetamines to secure two jobs in New York City, one as a daytime marketing consultant and one as a deejay. Patricia Morgan, Ph.D., a sociologist in Berkeley, California who studied 450 meth users, supports the notion that "women who use it say they want to keep working - they feel like they're being productive."
Another excerpt is taken from here:
Local females dealing with meth addictions say weight loss was one of the biggest reasons they used.

"Nothing could curb the weight like the meth," said a 17-year-old girl at Turning Point. While it isn't always the reason they start using, many females stick with the drug because it suppresses their appetites. But even as their weights plummet, most remain unhappy with their body image.

"I always wanted more," said another girl, who dropped to a dangerous 77 pounds at the height of her addiction. Now in rehab, the 14-year-old is up to a healthy 130 pounds.

While male users also experience weight loss, it does not become a driving appeal for them. Females tend to be much more focused on being thin, experts say.
After reading many, many post and comments on the blogsphere by what appears to be a growing number of meth users, I just feel sharing this. Girls on meth, if you are reading this, stop now before it is too late. The destroying power of meth is permanent.

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Professional Meal Companions


I now suspect bloggers who frequent each others' sites are quite in sync with regards to ideas and inspiration. I was about to write a piece on office politics when this came out. My issue is more specific.

At the office, apparently who you have meals with is important. I avoid having breakfast or lunch with my immediate bosses and my superior unless some other colleagues are joining the table. Although I personally have nothing against eating with them, others may not treat this practice with simplicity. I think they will be able to talk freely if I am not around. Hell, they may talk about me a lot.

A few bosses from other departments love to request my tagging along with them for food. When we leave the building lobby to the basement car park, eyes dart across and suspicious words are exchanged between colleagues on our way. What are they saying? Am I eating my way up (no pun intended...)?

I do not care. People (men in particular) like to eat with me because I am a sexy young woman who does not pick her food like a bird. They are tired of lunching and having tea with girls who fork their lean salads by the leaf and skip the main courses. They like it that I can point them towards great makan places. They also like it that when they have the courtesy to pay for meals at posh places I go the whole way from starters to dessert without second thoughts. They know whatever I stuff my faced with will be blazed when I leave for the gym after work.

So office politics be damned, I eat with anyone who enjoys my company.

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星期一, 四月 05, 2004


Saturday Girls' Out Dessert: Banana Split


Premium Swiss Ice-CreamDuring our little 'unplanned' girly outing last Saturday, we shared a banana split from at Chocz. Yes, yes I realize now I have more than a few post flaunting this joint but I will not stop just yet, heh...

The waitress actually asked if I would like my 'regular' that day. Someone mentioned they better start paying us bloggers advertising fees. Hmmm...

Back to the banana split now.

It is the usual deal of fresh banana slices with vanilla, strawberry and chocolate ice-cream topped with cream, roasted nuts and warm chocolate sauce. The ice-cream used by Chocz. is by Mövenpick and I attest that it is of good quality. The taste of each flavour is rich and satisfying.

The chocolate sauce comes in a tiny cup so you can adjust the amount accordingly. I usually do not waste a single drop. The roasted nuts are not chopped but just halved so there is a lot of chunkiness in each mouthful.

For those who cannot wait to devour this, drop by at the place or make your own. Fische is right, we are blogging so much about food it is probably time to set up a shared blog or "flog" as some may coin it.

Addendum: Chocz. also serves Mövenpick ice-creams by the scoop in a tall martini glass. Available flavours are vanilla (with actual traces of black crushed vanilla beans!), chocolate, strawberry, maple walnut and macadamia dulce. These are not for the faint-hearted, one can skip a meal by having just two scoops.

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Book Review: David Lodge's Thinks...


Hmmm.... what would it feel like to..I have just completed my first David Lodge book. This is also my virgin book review attempt. I welcome very much comments and suggestions from seasoned or professional reviewers.

It is refreshing to explore Ralph Messenger's distinctive slyly sexy take on life blended into a "campus novel" scene set at a fictional University of Gloucester. I have personally shied away from British authors due to a couple of bad purchases, Brit works now collecting dust on my bookshelves.

David Lodge is a pleasant surprise and his twelfth novel introduces new a method of writing I have never come across.

The book revolves around the forays of Messenger, a cognitive science center director and an expert on artificial intelligence and human consciousness.

Married to a wealthy but less sexual Carrie, he constantly ventures with attractive women acquaintances, some of whom are wives of his friends or colleagues. Helen Reed comes to Gloucester to teach a fiction-writing workshop after her husband Martin died of a sudden aneurysm leaving her widowed before turning 40. Messenger immediately notices Reed and sets out to gain her interest. Reed and Messenger have a lot in common. As a novelist, she is just as interested in the mysteries of human consciousness as he is, and the different methods and approaches of their fields to this central enigma of existence becomes the material for endless fascinating conversations.

Lodge relates his story by utilizing three different ways. Messenger would document his experiences, thoughts and feelings by talking into a tape recorder freely and then later transcribing the ramblings into texts. It is particularly jocular reading Messenger's free flowing thoughts, as his uncontrolled but conscious mind wanders in a perfectly believable way from sex to work, then to food and quickly back to sex, later to an incident from the evening before and yet to sex again. Reed keeps herself a personal daily journal, her entries often punctuated by interesting and sometimes hilarious extracts of writing assignments given to her students. A third party objective narrative is also used just when the reader may tire of these two techniques.

There is much adultery and unfaithfulness amongst the players of Thinks... but Lodge did not cramp his style. Readers are riveted to his academics not just because he provides them adventurous sex lives and great senses of humor but also because they take their works with genuine interest, effort and seriousness. I have learned much not only from the scientific facts and case studies on human consciousness, but moreover the ways in which the individuals of humanity and those of science are trying to find a common language to incorporate matters that concern both. Lodge also maintains his capability of making academic life exciting and fascinating - the lies, the slow paces, the corrupted attitudes and the stultifying bureaucracy of university politics notwithstanding.

The ending is not disappointing, though quite abrupt. Lodge does not waste time dwelling on unrealistic happy ever after fairytale closings. Instead he leaves us satisfied with realization that affairs will sometimes fail to make or break relationships. They remain just as what they are; momentary flings, conscious but weak, pointless rendezvous men and women sometimes get caught in.

This is definitely a book worth your money and bookshelf space.

Other reviews on Thinks...:

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星期日, 四月 04, 2004


Weekend Vegetable: Snake Beans


Today it is my turn to cook dinner again. After much contemplation and ten minutes spent on sizing up raw ingredients available in the fridge, I settled on belacan (a spicy shrimp paste) snakes beans with shrimps stir-fry and my favorite fried eggs with onion.

Snake beans are dark green crumpled-looking curly long beans believed to originate from nothern China. It is tougher than other beans when raw but can be softened with the correct cooking method. Snake beans are considered the most nutritous of all beans as it contain more fibre than other types of green beans. The following is the homemade receipe from moi.
Belacan Snakes Beans with Shrimps
Serves 4
  •   100 gms of snake beans (boiled and chopped into 1/4 inch lengths)

  •   80 gms of fresh large shrimps (cleaned, shelled with tail intact)

  •   1/4 cup of water

  •   2 tbsps of oil


  • For the belacan mix:
  •   5 red chillies

  •   8 cili padi (optional)

  •   2 cloves garlic (finely chopped)

  •   2 inches old ginger (finely chopped)

  •   4cm piece belacan (roast till fragrant)

  •   Pinch of salt

  •   1 limau kasturi
Pound chillies until rather coarse in texture. Add in garlic and ginger. Break up roasted belacan and add into chilli mixture gradually. Continue to pound until texture is neither too smooth nor too coarse. Add pinch of salt. Put mixture in a bowl. Squeeze lime juice in and mix well.
Heat oil in wok and stir-fry shrimps till color change. Remove promptly into a strainer. Add in belacan mix to the wok and fry till fragrant. Return shrimps to the belacan and stir for a minute before adding water. Add in snake beans and toss evenly. Serve hot with warm rice.
I also managed to prepare an extremely sour concoction of iced Granny Smith green apple juice with asam boi. Aaahhhh... what a fulfilling Sunday dinner.

Good night.

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星期六, 四月 03, 2004


City Survival for Ladies


I spent a good first half of my Saturday at Swiss Garden Hotel attending a course on City Survival for Ladies, organized by the Malaysian Volunteer Fire and Rescue Association (MVFRA).

My compulsory attendance was required by my company and I admit I was skeptical at first. In fact I spent the whole early morning lamenting the fact that I would be stuck at some auditorium listening to what may be just another theoretical presentation of self-defense by some women NGO and probably a few 'smart-ass' martial arts moves thrown in. I was actually pretty depressed having to miss the almost weekly breakfast with Zarina.

As I approached the hotel parking and discovered that its basements were full of cars already, I had to go as low as the fifth level to get a parking space. It was dark, quite deserted with just a few cars and eerie. I swear I was more afraid then than anytime else and I would punch any man who come close to me in the face. Luckily my colleagues arrived just about the same time and we hastily made our way to the lobby.

Boy was I wrong about the course. I was truly humbled by its speaker, Capt. K. Balasupramaniam, MVFRA's chairman. He educated us ladies for the next five hours on the importance of awareness, possible places and scenes of attacks on women (living alone, giving home tutoring, driving late... the list goes on), survival tips and true accounts from victims who are never willing to share their stories with the police. He also displayed photos of rape victims not shown in the papers and the traumatic experiences of girls who did go to the police after being attacked. It was the most detailed and valuable survival course I have come across.

Now I know my pepper spray is practically useless. The features of an effective model include - key ring at the bottom instead of the top, expiry date and an easy activation/deactivation switch. I also know now that many public changing rooms, washrooms and teller machines are bugged with unlawful two-way mirrors and CCTVs¹. Bala also displayed to us various types of personal safety gadgets and alarms suitable for women to carry in their bags. I am going to get myself a brand new Swiss army knife² after losing mine during my last mount-climbing stint.

The crucial point of survival is to kill the chance of your attacker making his move. I realized that if an attacker is to point his knife or parang at me, I would be in deep s**t however swift I am with my combat punches and kicks. You learn to be smart by pretending, lying and acting when put into a defenseless situation.

It was the most beneficial five hours of my life spent, and afterwards I managed to do lunch plus some retail therapy with Zarina and another girl friend.

Addendum: For the reason of my not knowing exactly who reads my blog, I will restrain myself for sharing further details publicly. I cannot risk these survival tips to be possibly used by untoward people against women. Mail me if you know me personally for some extra methods I have picked up.

Footnote:
¹ Those pictures many of us circulate through e-mail or URLs are of real victims. The photos are sold by syndicates making huge profits. Kindly stop forwarding them for the sakes and what is left of the lost dignity of the unfortunate girls out there. A warning text mail will send the message across just the same.
² It is not against the law in Malaysia for a woman to carry a pocket/Swiss army knife or pepper spray.

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星期五, 四月 02, 2004


What Attracts the Opposite Sex?


While waiting for a huge program to complete its execution for debugging, I stumbled on this piece on the net. I am not sure if all of these are true, but it is based on a survey.
What Women Need to Know: 20 Things Men Find Irresistible

From the men, we love it when you:

Have the ability to tease, be playful and take a joke.
Know that men are not, in fact, from Mars, and women are not from Venus .
Wear our T-shirts and boxers.
Call us out of the blue (if we're dating; not if we're practically strangers).
Kiss creatively.
Have a social conscience and enjoy a good debate.
Have an easy-going attitude about watching or participating in athletic events occasionally.
Are comfortable leading the whole way in bed.
Ask for advice about non-stereotypically male stuff (yes, guys usually know what CD player to buy, but we like to be taken seriously about other things too).
Are charming and thoughtful to his mother.
Can hold up your hair using only a pencil.
Are sexy and smart at the same time -- for example, you do the Sunday crossword wearing a pair of flirty pajamas.
Have the ability to remind us what gifts you like, without implying an obligation.
Have a spirit of independence, but one that doesn't make the man in your life feel unnecessary.
Know the difference between flirting and just ''being friendly''.
Eat a big meal and fearlessly order dessert.
Take naps next to us.
Send us flowers (believe it or not, men like getting flowers, too!).
Know what you want.
Know what you want to do.

What Men Need to Know: 20 Things Women Find Irresistible

From the girls, we love it when you:

Own a pair of really nice shoes and actually wear them.
Brush the hair out of our eyes.
Are able to hold a baby or push a stroller without squirming.
Plan an evening out from soup to nuts, from finding a movie to making the dinner reservations.
Kiss creatively.
Handle our emotions with grace and compassion.
Have impassioned, informed opinions about women writers and women's issues.
Can distinguish between being courteous and being wimpy.
Know how to inscribe a card with a heartfelt, personal message.
Demonstrate respect for others by standing up when your mother comes to the table, giving up a seat on the bus for a pregnant woman, asking your dad for his opinion and really listening, etc.
Show genuine, platonic interest in your female friends' lives.
Are playful around dogs, cats and kids.
Make the bed in the morning and fold the laundry -- competently.
Offer juice, soup and TLC when we're sick.
Do the come-from-behind cuddle-hug, just to say hello.
Remember insignificant details, like our favorite color or flower, and make use of that knowledge.
Are unfailingly polite to all members of the service industries.
Offer us caresses and compliments for no particular reason.
Understand that we don't always like it slow and gentle in bed.
Understand that sometimes we do.
Right... back to work. It is still storming outside.

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Torture on Stilts


This is Dangerous!On my way back from buying breakfast today, I was about to go up a flight of stairs at the basement cafeteria. Another girl was on her way descending, quite gingerly but still in a rush.

After the first two steps, she slipped on her stick-thin-heeled stilettos and fell. Luckily she was right next to the banister (I guess this was her safety plan) so she immediately held onto it for dear life.

She was red-faced from embarassment and complete lost of grace. I waited awhile to make sure she was able to balance herself up before continuing my way to my cubicle in my... trainers.

Girls, please do not torture yourselves. Why walk in a pair of stilts to the office for work?

It is impossible to strut properly in those for a casual night out, so it is even more painful to travel around the office and its surrounding parameters for a good eight hours supporting your whole body on a pair of sticks three inches or more. This is not funny, that girl could have very well roll down the stairs and break her tooth like Natasha did chasing Carrie in SATC.

There are lots of sensible, sexy and sentional looking office pumps out there for us to get comfortable in during the day. Even Nicole Kidman admitted she took off her strappy stilettos as soon as the Oscars after-hours party began.

Love yourselves and have confidence well enough to know that you do not need sky-high stilettos to exude your innermost feminine sexuality.

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星期四, 四月 01, 2004


Petaling Street (the Street)


Street of Fond MemoriesOne of the many places I love in Kuala Lumpur is the stretch of street which survived the wave of modernization over the past decades. Today Petaling Street and Chinatown are almost synonymous.

The original Chinatown though was centered on Market Square. High Street, now known as Tun HS Lee Street, became increasingly popular as it was located above the rest of the town and therefore less prone to floods.

The wealthier and more ornate shop houses were built north of Cheng Lock Street, closer to the business centers. In 1870, a civil war erupted with the Chinese community being split along partisan lines into the Cantonese Ghee Hin and the Hakka Hai San secret societies.

The British were called in to end the strife but many of the older buildings were burnt down or severely damaged. During the Selangor Civil War, the tin mines were abandoned and when the miners returned after the war, they found that the mines were flooded and therefore could not work.

Later, the Kapitan Yap Ah Loy persuaded the miners and coolies to remain in KL and the Malays in surrounding districts to grow rice and other agricultural produce. He opened a Tapioca Mill in Petaling Street where the tubers from his farms were brought here to be ground into flour. This was how Petaling Street adopted its Chinese name.

Petaling Street is still fondly called 'Chee Cheong Kai' in Cantonese which means Starch Factory Street.

I relate to Petaling Street in many ways. Dad opened his first business at its 'pasar malam' a few years after he migrated here from Seremban at the age of twelve. Spending all his strength and wisdom on cajoling, charming and coaxing Western tourist to purchase his sunglasses, he was able to own a car and a house by his thirties. At that time, business was still very profiting as not many customers have mastered the trick of Chinatown haggling. The toughest times were during rainy nights. My mother and I would automatically switch our moods to gloomy as the dark skies knowing Dad will have not much business and have to get totally soaked on those nights. Over the next few years, his stall rent was raised sky-high by the Chinese medicine shop hosting it. By the time I finished my third form, Dad decided to close the business and ventured into another field instead.

Needless to say I shopped at 'Chee Cheong Kai' very often during my schooling years. After classes, I would hop onto the public bus towards town for my tuition lessons somewhere behind the Methodist Church. Before going home, I always end up with a purchase - stationery from Popular or Big Bookshop, dumplings and other 'char kor' (Chinese tea cakes) from the local 'ah soh's (Chinese way of addressing middle-aged women), imitation versions of the latest Prada purses or Fendi bags, or roasted water chestnuts from that famous stall at the cross junction of Big Bookshop. My mother also constantly provide me her shopping list of handmade 'kaya' from a certain elderly gentleman (no longer in business), 'tauchu' (a salty soy bean curd sauce for Chinese dishes) mix from Yuen Chen Chan, Chinese roasted ducks, dried sea produce and several varieties of Chinese herbs. During the weekends I would bring along my non-Chinese schoolmates to demonstrate my art of haggling goods - to the point that some stall owners actually recognized me, they instantly wrote me off into their blacklist.

When Coffee Bean first opened its doors along Petaling Street I was overjoyed. At least if it pours while I was strolling about I can safely enjoy a cup of designer coffee under its cool roof. Today you will not see so many colored umbrellas like those pictured above. The city council have provided 'Chee Cheong Kai' with a greed overhead roof and many stalls have their own individual smaller roof setups like those of bus stops, only the roofs are dark green and designed the Chinese way. How wonderful it would be if Dad had this luxury while he was still there.

I will end my post with a couple of Petaling Street hawkers' trade secrets perhaps some of you may have already been informed. Try to avoid patronizing that famous longan drink stall at Big Bookshop’s junction. The owner will collect all leftovers into a hidden pail and then, you get the picture. Should you decide to buy fruits from the stalls of Petaling Street, make sure you closely guard what you have picked and request the plastic bags for packaging yourself. If you let the vendor bag it for you while you rummage through your bag/purse/pockets for money, you may very well end up with a bag of rotten ones!

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Last 10 Search Terms


The search terms resulting hits on my blog usually do not surprise me, but today I cannot help but wonder.. =)

1. high maintenance vs. low maintenance girlfriends (Google) [This came from a New York City public IP.. go figure!]
2. somethin%27s gotta give movie poster (Google)
3. bukit jalil event enrique (Yahoo) [This must be from those disappointed ticket buyers.]
4. lomofil (Google)
5. ISOMETHIN%C2%B4S GOTTA GIVE%2BJACK%2BPICTURE (Google) [Who does searches like this?]
6. %22adrienne brodeur%22 2004 (Google) [I know I do not.]
7. embrose music (Yahoo)
8. minus tirith defenses blueprint (Google) [Is this from a hardcore fan or a seriously disturbed person? >)]
9. kelisa boot space (Google) [Not big enough for me, but I manage.]
10. pop shuvit%2Baudio (Yahoo)

Has anyone fall prey to an April Fool's prank/joke yet? Heh heh...

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