Archive for January, 2004



Comment from my hubby, watching Beyonce’s Me, Myself and I music video:

“This woman like whole life never naked in front of a TV before.”


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I’m not dead, I’m just lazy.

Won’t blog until I clear my backlog!

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I’ve always had a distaste for what my own race calls ‘delicacies’.

As my father once put it, “We Chinese will eat anything that moves and call it essential for good health – even if it kills us.”

If a century later everything’s been hunted, skinned, sauteed/stewed and eaten, I am not surprised that we will turn cannibalistic, hunting and chopping off the ears or genitals of perhaps Pygmies or other isolated human tribes still living in the wild, claiming that the double-boiling of these parts will help improve blood circulation and/or virility.

Or have we already started?

From dogs to horses to tigers to living monkeys for their brains, who has not heard of what we’ve put on our dinner table or ordered at a ‘special’ restaurant? You don’t even have to go that far – just visit SS2’s ‘gourmet square’ and you can order turtle soup to help you prolong your life or some such nonsense.

My family, being more Malaysian than Chinese, has always been skeptical about ANY kind of medicine – and most of it has to do with traditional Chinese remedies – that involves the eating of parts belonging to animals and/or insects, where the pattern seems to be that the MORE on the verge of becoming extinct the animal is, the more ‘benefits’ that are to be gotten from this animal part.

If one day humans as a race face prolonged constipation as a problem and noone shits anymore, the Chinese will say eating our own faeces can help us defecate better (thus solving the problem in itself)!

Now with the war declared on the civet cats which Chinese officials are suspecting as the culprit for SARS, perhaps it is the universe’s way of telling us that not all wild animals are good for eating. While evidence is still circumstantial on whether these cats are responsible, one thing’s for sure: The Chinese have stopped eating them.

Perhaps the universe and do something about the sharks and tigers and turtles and horses and monkeys to deter us from eating them to extinction!

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For those who play console/PC games, you’d find this piece of news shocking indeed. It seems that Volkswagen has come up with the ‘Concept T’, shown at the recent North American International Auto Show in Detroit, and it looks like the – tada – Warthog from Microsoft’s game Halo!

That’s right! Check out the similarities!

Source: Gamespy‘s Fargo

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Yesterday, I spent the evening with my childhood friends. These are guys whom I went through ‘frozen wave’ fringes, pink tights, ‘high-cut’ Reebok sneakers with silver trimmings, house parties and ‘slow dances’ with. 14 years later, here we were. sitting at Long Black, sipping coffee, giggling about old times.

There’s the cigarette-toting LL, a newly appointed Account Executive in the fast-moving, back-biting KL ad industry after a decade of writing. Animated, sharp and always up for a good laugh, LL is a girl after my own heart.

She used to be the quietest, most demure girl in our group. Having broken off with another childhood friend of ours, she is now dating my husband’s best friend.

And then there’s YK, another nicotine-addicted woman about to settle down with another product of strict Malaysian Chinese upbringing who prohibits her from smoking while he tars his own lungs, simply because she’s his ‘little woman’. YK sneaks in smokes when she’s out with us, her handphone constantly ringing from guess who. Some reprieve for YK is that the ‘big man’ is now in Penang, permanently. Still, she washes her mouth with a portable bottle of Listerine in her bag before she goes home because he’s coming home tomorrow – and he might just come home tonight. And this is a guy she broke off with twice.

“LDR is good. We quarrel less,” she says.

And then there’s WS, communications exec at an MNC, probably the most serious of the lot. Fresh out of a relationship just two months back, WS is subdued and reserved. It is not something to talk about although we aired our thoughts about how she was too good for the guy. I still think WS deserves more.

And then there’s YF, the blonde of the group and not afraid to show it. Flaky, pretty and hilarious, YF is the breath of fresh air everyone welcomes after a day of slogging and a decade of heart breaks. What’s amazing is she just separated with her secondary school sweet heart of 15 years (yes, that’s a lifetime!) and she’s feeling pretty good about it.

And then of course there’s me: the ex-‘big sister’, who’s managed against all odds to get her fat ass hitched, pregnant and contentedly installed in a nice condo in the big city of KL.

13 years later, here we are, at 31. Excepting me (and I feel quite left out), everyone went one full circle in their love lives. Has over a decade gone by with nothing to show for it? Should my friends feel sad that they seem to have lost everything together, and almost at once? Careers, freedom, a chance to settle down?

All I can I think is that my pals are the brave new Malaysian women, if not some of the ballsiest. Unafraid of change, even perpetuating this change, they may seem a little lost at what to do at first, but they are nevertheless grabbing another decade by the neck and going, “Bring it on!”

And why shouldn’t they? 31 is when it gets interesting!

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I’m sure there are more confusing words in the English language, but the word ‘moot’ is, wthout a doubt, one of them.

Having read law, ‘moot’ was first introduced to me as ‘pretend’, as in a ‘moot court’, where we as legal students fought out cases in a pretend court setting to train themselves to be future barristers.

As a journalist later, the word ‘moot’ then became to ‘suggest something for discussion’, as in “The idea of national service for women was mooted”.

Moot also meant a dead end, where if a subject debated was moot, it was an issue without a resolution.

Today, I discovered yet another meaning for ‘moot’, used in a legal context, where a subject ceases to have practical use or meaning. In Cambridge’s online dictionaries (an excellent tool if I may say so), a sentence was given to illustrate this meaning: “The district attorney said if McVeigh is given the death penalty and his conviction is upheld on appeal, the state prosecution would become moot.”

And for us web-sters, pun intended, there is the online etymology game called Moot (well, just a fraction of the offline game, really)!

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It is not funny having to digest mountains of technical white papers and ppt handouts and competitive analyses just to come up with a press release that the general business press can understand.

This dabbling in the ‘dark side’ is becoming tedious. How do you do it, See Ming?

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