They're backkkkkkkkkk...............

SiGh ... I have to wait a whole year to get the DVD boxed set. :(

But on the bright side .... they're back! Those wacky interns!

Hilarious!

Ok - this was so amazingly funny!




For those haters - please, it's a mockery of the people who make a mockery of raising awareness for poverty. Celebrities who do it to raise their own stock.

No More Fur!

Help Stop the Cruel Fur Industry.

Bad bad! Wear Faux Fur la if you have to wear a dead animal's hair. Seriously.

So much for 6 Degrees of Separation

... was looking out for the origins of the name Skelchy ... and came across Nigel & Allan's (Refer to link as Bakin' Cuzzins) two blogs and this one belongs to Jer's school mate - Kheng Leong ... small world.

HoLiDaY!

The year 2008 looms ahead and it's looking to be filled with excitement, some weddings etc. But more importantly, I'm looking forward to visiting two of my dream spots on this planet.

A pakiri tree from New Zealand. Yes, that's the first place that I plan to visit for at least a week, take my time seeing one island first (I've been given loads of advice to see both islands), but where's the fun in having nothing else to look forward to in the future right? So I haven't decided which Island I want to visit just yet, and I'm going to leave that decision to next year. I pictured having a house facing a lake just like this one ...




The next place I want to visit ... probably at Christmas ... mama's place in Tuttle. The entire area within that red square is owned by my grandfather ... just one of his many properties. Crap the man has some moolah wei ... :D My mama and Pops' place is at the top left hand corner. The white portion is the house and the little brown square is the garage. Can you see the 'mini' farm where we grow stuff?

These ...

... are a few of my favorite things ...

Skelchy Meat Potato Pie - introduced when I was like 5 years old by my godmother. Of course, she makes the killer recipe, but I a pretty darn good knockoff. :)

And then of course, there is the ever popular Laksa, especially on cold, wet days, when it's chilly, misty and dreary. Nothing beats a steaming bowl of Laksa with extra sambal, extra tow foo pok, all swirling around in this glorious red amalgamation of coconut milk, curry, chillies etc. *Note - hold the cockles though. blergh*

I don't know ...

... I really, really hate this excuse. August 11th just emailed me some technical clarifications for her client to complete for her.

Her reasoning?

Since I've been tasked before this to handle her stupid tender, I should know it better.

And she doesn't know half of what is being quoted.

Good excuse for a DIRECTOR and a SALES MANAGER right?

I thought so too.

Bitch.

At least once ...

... in everyone's life, the thought of suicide has crossed their mind, either wondering about it, or at the very worst, thought / attempted it. This isn't meant to be a macabre posting, nor does anyone who read this need to worry, I'm not suicidal at this point in time. There's too much going on. ;)

But for those who DO stumble across this blog and IS in need of some help, please, PLEASE, visit this site, and just read what she has to say. That's all I ask of you before you act upon your thoughts of suicide.

I know, it's helped ME before. Yes, I've thought about it before, I've tried to do it before, althogh the slicing of the wrist was kinda more painful than I thought it was going to be and I figured that if it hurt that much, then I wasn't supposed to be doing it. Seriously.

Things, can, get better, IF you want it to. Please, you are important enough to ME to take time out to post this.

Interesting ...

... Ms. Redd has an interesting video posted on her blog. Entry titled "Post Secret". Won't re-post it here, don't want to take up too much bandwidth.

Some have nice secrets, heart-warming in fact, some have scary, twisted, demented secrets. The freakiest being - "I cut the hair off sleeping children that I babysit.".

Now for all those who HAVE baby sitters ... you may want to check your kids hair.

Today ...

... I am grateful that:

1. I have a job, compared with millions who don't.
2. I have family, who DO care.
3. I have faith in Him and the He guides all that I do.
4. I now have the knowledge and the practical know how on how to NOT be an ineffective Manager.
5. I have the means to communicate with my Mama across boundaries.
   
6. I am at peace with the email that I have sent and that I did not react to The Boss' reply email.

So, thank you Lord, for all that I have, have had and will have, for it is all for a greater purpose which I do not comprehend just yet.

Sad, sad day ...

Rene and I were very taken with Nigella's recipe on Mushroom Pasta Bake and decided to try it without the baking portion, since we don't have an oven here.

Anyhow, I was chopping and she was the mushroom prep chick. Everything on her end with the cooking went fantastic. We replaced sherry with red wine. Everything tasted awesome. I thought I'd try the cream sauce as I've never made it before.

Disaster.

Too much flour.

Tasted like shit.

Whole meal went to smithereens.

Everyone was being nice about it.

I feel like shit about it.

Failed.

I've failed Nigella.

:(

Ha ha.

OoO ...

Orgasmic.

I've waited for this day since I was a kid.

And it's here.

Movie of the century.

Seriously?

Seriously!

When Blackout appeared (who dropped off Scorpanok) (and Blackout isn't his real name anyways) and I first heard the 'transforming sound', which I have on my phone now :D, Man ... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

*SiGh*

Ahhh ....

One taste, one life.

I'm loving Nestle's multiple taglines concerning their more famous product, Nescafe.

I probably only drink pure coffee 3 times a year ... and I usually WANT to make it myself because there's a certain taste and aroma that NEEDS to be there before the drink even touches my lips. I was reading this month's issue of O and there was this write up about coffee. It dawned on me that I haven't had my cuppa Joe in a LONG time!

So I made my creamy, white coffee in this huge cup read - 1 tablespoon of Nescafe, 6 tablespoons of Coffee-Mate and 1 tablespoon of sugar.

Ahhh ... heaven in a cup.

:D

The end of Potter ... my favourite celebrity.

It started innocently enough. I never really, actually paid any attention to the book, save for the book reviews raving about the book. To me, it was still a kid's book. That is, until The Agent, asked me about it, being the bookworm that I am. She wanted to buy it for Ms. Redd's Christmas / Birthday present. This was after Harry had been in the market for a couple of years now. So I went shopping with The Agent (I know right, her not really liking me and all, and yet we went shopping like BFFs :D) and bought the book, and I followed her around in Shah Alam whilst she settled some real estate stuff.

So it started with this book. Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone. From the get go, I was mesmerized by how Rowling managed to make the story line light enough that kids could follow it, but intriguing and captivating, without being overly kiddish that adults (or ahem, teenagers) like myself, could enjoy it. Page after page I turned, until the car started moving of course, then I needed to wait. Of course, in the following weeks, I flew off to the States to look after Mommy Dearest, and the adventures of Harry Potter and his first encounter with Hagrid, Diagon Alley, Professor Quirrell melted away from my mind. However, I started my collection when Mom started feeling better and we were in ... ta dah! Wally World, or Wal - Mart for the uninitiated. It's kinda like a super version of Tesco, only cooler. :D They actually sell live lobsters. But anyways ... My collection started with the first erm ... 3 books I reckon, and I knew in my head that I would be done with them within the week and was saddened that they only had 3 books. I didn't know that the 4th was already in store and causing massive jams in book stores around the globe.

The next book, which was still disappointingly THIN, drew me deeper into the fascinating world that is Harry Potter. The Chamber of Secrets opened the world of fantasy magic even more, and it was at about this time that I began noticing in the papers that religious fanatics esp. in the South started condemning the books as well as the author. Their arguments were based more out of fear, I suppose, rather than fact. Parent who bring up their children with the common sense etc are able to distinguish the difference surely between fantasy and real life. Case in point at the next book, was after The Saint had read about these cases and after her parish pastor begun publicly condemning the Harry Potter series, my two cousins were more or less barred and banned and k-lined from reading the series. I was of course the original antagonist who had lent the series to them in the first place because it was such an enjoyable series, so I guess The Saint was being real tactful and diplomatic about me introducing the series to them etc. So I respected her space and her kids and told them not to read it if not only did their Mom have a problem with it, but they did as well and left that choice to them. Needless to say, The Footballer, seeing how much fun Angela and Adryenne and myself were having talking about the book and watching the movies, decided to erm, 'supersede' his mother's directions which she wasn't too pleased about but she decided to let it go and let him make his own decisions. Way to go Saint! You're an awesome Mom trusting your kids like that to make an informed decision! I still don't think that anything has happened to The Footballer, if anything, his faith in The Lord has increased by leaps and bounds.

The Prisoner of Azkaban gave me hope that the series would have a happy ending for Harry and allowed me at least to see the magic that there is in this world. I suppose when I was faced with a lot of problems in life as well, I would always, always turn to books to distract myself from the reality that was the shit hole called my life. Haha ... I love books. Seriously. I loved that Sirius Black was the bad guy good guy in all aspects and was kicking ass of the baddies, esp Pettigrew. *shout out to Scabbers!!!* ha ha ... I loved the introduction and the juicy DETAILS that Rowling went into introducing Buckbeak to the world - Buckbeak in the movies is exactly how I pictured him in my head, from his regal stare and looking at you as if you were the scum of the earth and all ... :D This book distracted me from the daily task of putting on a strong face for my Mom when she was going through chemotherapy. I guess this was MY rock, like I was my Mom's rock. I guess that is why this series means a lot to me. I garnered a lot of lessons in terms of courage, thinking before you speak (I used to shoot off my mouth without thinking a lot) and so on.

I remember reading and then re-reading the part of the book in which Cedric Diggory dies. It happened 15 times at least as that was the first time that I was actually in disbelief and shock that Rowling had killed off a 'good' character. I think after reading it, it had the EXACT impact that she intended. I was floored. I didn't know this person, this person was a fiction of her imagination, yet this person meant something to me. It was like Princess Diana (ok, she was real though) and when she died. It was like there was a hole in my heart, but I didn't understand it. After reading the end of the book, I was ... left hanging I guess, waiting for The Order of The Phoenix to arrive. In hopes that it would do justice to Cedric's death. Look at me, years after reading this, and still feel upset that he died. Ha ha ... the irony. I just noticed that this entry is longer than that of my brother's engagement to Scabbers. Hmm actually hor Scabs and Tats, because words don't mean jack shit to y'all, that's why shorter la because y'all know I love you more than my books right? :D

The Order of The Phoenix. This is where I learnt NOT to spoil the book for people. Person I'm talking about - Hanaa. I didn't know that she had not read the book yet. I seriously thought that she had. So I kinda called her cause I was like all in shock about the DEATH of Sirius Black at the hand of that no good bitch Bellatrix LeStrange who used the Avada Kevadra Killing Curse. Yeah, so anyway, Hanaa shrieked in disbelief and slammed down the phone and she refused to speak to me for about 2 - 3 days. Ok. Talk about melodramatic la Jie. :P ha ha ... Anyways - Sirius Black. Dead. If I thought that I felt like crap when Cedric died. It was nothing compared to this. Seriously. Sirius. Black. Dead. It made me hate that character of Bellatrix LeStrange so much more. Helena Bonham Carter did a great job of portraying her and she did A FREAKING FANTASTIC JOB. She brought the madness alive in Bellatrix LeStrange. One of the best cast choices made for the movies. Loved this movie - political, dark etc. A lot of people weren't happy because so much was cut out - but seriously people, Ron kicking ass at Quidditch wasn't something that was worth 15 minutes of movie time. Really. Think about it.

Anyhoo ... bringing us to book 6 - The Half Blood Prince. This was by far, one of the more descriptive books, closing up certain loop holes left in the earlier stories and actually opened a lot more questions for me. It was probably at this book or the one before this that Jerry asked if I would give him all my hardback editions. He had the soft covers. Really, Jerry? You, the one who scoffed at Potter? At me for reading 'children's books'? :) Payback's a bitch ain't it? Jerry kinda sorta loves collecting like premium stuff and I supposed hard back edition first prints are as premium as you get with books. Rest assured Jerry - make your booking now on Amazon for the Collector's Edition of the 7 books in a Hogwart's Trunk. I'm a huge fan, just not that big to get two copies of the same book because it's coming in a trunk. :D Seriously. Oh yeah. Dumbledore died here. I was one of those who actually dropped the book from shock. Twice I think I did it. And then I ran to my brother's room and killed the book for him. Payback! :D Seriously, I couldn't believe. Think Jerry kinda skipped to the end to read about the bastard Snape killing Albus. Again and again the scene played in my mental movie. I was anguished.

The Deathly Hallows. Damn it. The end of it all. *spoiler ahead Scabs - so don't read this portion*

Anyway - Snape's been redeemed in my eyes. The bastard. He was my favourite baddie. Bastard. Really. Damn you Rowling! :D Why'd you make him the freakin martyr?! He was a strange little boy in love with Lily Potter though. I am so not naming any of my kids (given that I'll actually meet someone and fall madly enough to actually be crazy enough to ask that person to marry me and have kids)Petunia now. TUNEY! What kinda name IS THAT!!! Really! I'm 3/4 through with this book ... and it is in one word - GRIPPING. That's all I can write at the moment ok? Loving it!

UrGh

August 11 was being a real bitch in the real condescending, 'i wanna smack the living daylights outta' kinda bitch.

We had a shouting competition at about 9am. I think the office went quiet, because I actually heard someone's pen drop.

And everyone forgot to answer the phone.

The the Old Man came out and yelled at us to shut the fuck up.

Way to pour cold water on an argument Old Man.

Sheesh.

And then they became one ...

An engagement party!


Seriously?

Seriously!

What does one bring to an engagement party, I was asked.

Wine? I offered.






Jerry and Serene are thanking everyone for contributing to future hangovers for a few months. :D

Jerry, Serene, Pops & Mama.















And this is Dad, Mom, Endang, Serene & Jerry