Thursday, October 20, 2005

Home Not So Sweet Home

No one can ever fault me for being unpatriotic for all those miles i've clocked on frequent flyer, i always bring a piece of home with me and still end up coming home. I love my home. No earthquakes, no hurricanes, no terrorist bombings. Home is in the peaceful gated community not unlike Stepford Wives', surrounded by charming landscaping with not a leaf out of place. Outside of those walls beyond the cctv range however, a more grotesque vista hides its ugly truth under denial and lush greenery.

Could i have misinterpreted the recent promise of a safe and better "home" under a more transparent government?? where i've been conditioned to understand that politicians pass bills that serve to cater to the greater good of the people and policemen served to protect the people from harm...or have i been living in an all too ideal world of my own, in denial of the reality bites of it.

http://corrupted-malaysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/drug-bust-jails-22-innocents.html

This is absolutely deplorable. Disgraceful. Shameful.
My Prime Minister promised me a corrupt-free country. Where is it?

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

bang bang

bang bang, i hit the ground
bang bang, that awful sound

Ok so this isn't another one of Tarantino's flicks, albeit i rather deal with his fictional violence as opposed to the infallible reality that such bloody propaganda does exist (disconcertingly proud too, mind you) under religious subjugation. If you think i'm exercising my Oscar-winning, dramatic license again - not this time dah-ling! Remember the now rubble-reduced New York Twin Towers and Salman Rushdie.
Stop scratching your head unless you're breeding lice.

I'll just let Rick Mattes, a well-known leader in Prison Ministry, fill you in on what i've been so flustered about. During his annual training session required for maintaining his state prison security clearance, there was a presentation by 3 speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, each explaining their respective belief systems.
Here's his true, personal account of it.
I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentation, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked:"Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams & clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world. And, that by killing an infidel, which is a command to all Muslims, they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?"
There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, "Non- believers!"
I responded, "So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can go to Heaven. Is that correct?"
The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sheepishly replied, "Yes."
I then stated, "Well, sir, I have a real problem trying to imagine the Pope commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering Protestants to do the same in order to go to Heaven!"
The Imam was speechless.
I continued, "I also have a problem with being your friend when you & your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me. Let me ask you one more question. Would you rather have your Allah who tells you to kill me in order to go to Heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to Heaven and He wants you to be there, too?"
You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam hung his head in shame.


Needless to say, the organizers and/or promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with Rick's way of dealing with the Islamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslim's beliefs.


bang bang, my baby shot me down

Thursday, October 13, 2005

In Loving Memory...

They say it takes a minute to meet a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them and an entire lifetime to forget them.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust


In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother, David Thong. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious unto him and give him peace. Amen. Posted by Picasa His pain and suffering on earth has ended now that he has called home to be with the Lord. David, I am privileged to have made ur acquaintance and will always remember you fondly whenever i drive pass a 7-11. And we'll go clubbing again if i get pass the pearly gates when my time is up as well. Eh, so start making friends with the door bitch now so that u can get me in later eh *grin* kidding! www.thongdavid.blogspot.com

Saturday, October 08, 2005

A huff and a puff and...

Awww you guys shouldn't have *sniff* Now let's make sure the candle doesn't snuff out by itself again this time until i've made my wish eh?!


Mucho gracias amigos for such a smashing party. I know the cake was a last minute addition - u really didn't have to but thanks for going thru all that trouble, Jo. The birthday boudoir was absolutely fabulous - the beads, the mock-chandeliars & fur. The music was simply pumping. That cornucopia of drinks - the whisky, the champagne, the shooters, the cocktails, the coke - it's too much! I couldn't have asked for more positive vibes. And Sergej, what an honor to have u make it all the way from Shanghai. The only teensy complain i have is - when i said pajama soiree - it means have fun, live a little and come in pajamas/ sleepwear - not jeans & shirt. Ok Allan, u've got exemption coz' i accept ur logic that u sleep in those threads in ur drunken stupor often enuf ;-P But its all good. I hope u all had as much fun as i did *MuaH*


Darn right i don't get out of bed for less than a Grand...and don't even dream that a Grand will suffice if it's before 11am, right girls..i meant boys!! *grin* Posted by Picasa

Inspired by the blue pill i didn't need to take at Cirque and Tim Burton's melancholy death of oyster boy & other stories...

Have you met a boy
whose name is Shirley
Only John knows why.
He had a li'l black cloud
following him around
which disappeared the moment
it met Angie's imagination figment

Ladies & Gentlemen, the award for best dressed couple goes to...ah-huh was there ever any doubt *hug*hug*kiss*kiss*
Thank you heaps for taking the trouble to dress to theme for my pajama soiree. *MuaHH* You guys are awesome!



You know wot boys - actually a strip show would've been the perfect gift but i guess i'll just havta settle for this pressie instead...hmm, u dun think it's getting kinda hot in here? U sure u dun wanna disrobe a bit? *wink* Ah-huh, for more naughty but nice pics, click on http://spaces.msn.com/members/babeliciousA/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&_c=photoalbum

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Slow down, smell the smog-covered roses...

...the advise couldn't have been more apt in relation to the post-millennia generation. As Gandhi so aptly phrased it, "There is more to life than increasing its speed."

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Diary of a Shopping Princess in S'pore

In case u were wondering how i was going to top last year's Shanghai b'day adventure, stop. I was in America, Spain & France in Singapore! Stop scratching ur head already coz i'm going to prove that this equation is way plausible my dear sceptic friend. In less than 3 days in S'pore, i spent 60% of the time at Tony Roma's, Orange Julius, Borders & HMV with Lenn's American bf, John; and 30% of the time divided between having a chorizo sandwich for breakfast+lunch & shopping at Zara's, and ending up at a french circus. Where'd the other 10% go? Shoe shopping & clubbing of course. D-U-H! Elementary, my dear Watson *wink*



Goood mor-ning S'pore! John & Lenn fed the b'day cat @ Epicurious on Robertson Quay. Try sinking ur teeth into this succulent, cheesy chorizo sandwich. Last time i had one of these, i was anchored on an amigo's friend's yatch in the middle of the Meds near the Ibiza coast. Okie now that i'm well fed, let's go shopping on Orchard Road. I wouldn't mind a nice cuppa coffee or a lychee mint freeze while resting those tired legs on 'em Phillipe Starck Ghost chairs at Paragon afterwards.


This is the whole reason of foregoing my precious beauty zz to survive 5 hours of bus ride at 8.45am to get to this point right here. Ah-huh, the circus was in town on my b'day. You don't have to know french to get it but you gotta be in the totally right frame of mind to appreciate it, mon ami. Oui, Cirque du Soleil takes Alice thru a warped, suicidal Wonderland with Quidam. Hey, she chose the blue pill, not me but man, what a trip. And to top it all, i had to pinch myself to ensure i'm not still tripping during half-time break when a certain mon cherie who hates singing sang a birthday greeting on an LD call from Munich. Mates, i'm telling u again, my life's just as much a trip as urs minus the wawa *grin* Posted by Picasa

Monday, October 03, 2005


The party continues with John Robinson @ Liquid Room. Hey it's ok if ur wondering who da fish he is coz seriously, dropping Robert Miles tracks ain't exactly my idea of trance. But the S'poreans seem to think otherwise - packing the club up like a can of swedish mackerel. Oy hel-lo, these pair of heels are new so please step away from ma toes. Sheesh! Oh wot da heck, i gotta work off 'em boutique chicken rice calories anyways... Posted by Picasa Hey ed, thanks for the 3Cs - Cirque, chicken rice & clubbing (next time throw in the carat as well for good measure eh!)


Duh, u expectin' a shopping princess aka fashionista to go home empty-handed from S'pore?! Orchard Road's the place to stock up this season's TDFs like that silver pair of heels, pink pair of wedges, gold clutch bag, sequined halter & of course that fall jacket with luxe faux fur (detach it & voila, u hav a beatle-mania vintage-looking jacket London's highstreets are emulating off the runways!) And dun 4get your copy of Sasha & Digweed's limited ed. 10th anniversary triple CD for Renaissance. Now that da moolah's all gone, its time to vamose b4 the credit card limit becomes a bulls-eye. But i should be back in Dec. if the li'l birdie confirms Sasha in the Zouk Out line-up *wink* Posted by Picasa Check out http://spaces.msn.com/members/babeliciousA/ for the complete photojournal eh

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Bet ur eggs on it

Yea, yea, the new budget was announced yesterday by our dear Pak Lah, promising no more increase in petrol prices for next year...hmm my sceptic ego is not convinced - is u? I believe the Indonesians have the same problemo since they just had a 50% price hike. I feel u, bro...however there're afterall more than one way to skin a cat, so let's see if this works as it takes a leaf off Econs 101 on the supply & demand theory. It's a bit lengthy but totally logical and if we apply it en masse to the petroleum industry. Hey u've got nothing to lose...

Bob has 2 eggs each morning for breakfast. He pays 60 cents for a dozen at the grocery store. He'd buy 2 dozens at a time since a dozen eggs won't last a week. One day while buying eggs he noticed that the price has risen to 72 cents. The next time he buys groceries, eggs are 76 cents/ a dozen. All the store owner has to say is, "The price has gone up so I've to raise my price accordingly". This store buys 100 dozen eggs a day. Bob checked around for a better price and realized that all the distributors have raised their prices. The distributors have begun to buy from the huge egg farms as the small egg farms have been driven out of biz. The huge egg farms sell 100,000 dozen eggs a day to distributors. With no competition, they can set the price as they see fit.

As Bob kept buying eggs, the price kept increasing. He checked out the huge egg farms n found they were still selling 100,000 dozen eggs to the distributors daily. Nothing had changed but the price of eggs. The week b4 Thanksgiving the price of eggs shot up to $1.00 a dozen. Again he asked the grocery owner why and was told,"Cakes & baking for the holiday". The huge egg farmers know there'll be a lot of baking going on and more eggs will be used. Hence, let's capitalize! Expect the same thing at Christmas and other occasions when family cooking, baking, etc. happen. This pattern continues until the price of eggs is now $2.00 a dozen. Bob's like, "There must be something we can do about the price of eggs". He started talking to everyone in his town & they decide to stop buying eggs. This didn't work because everyone needed eggs.

Finally, Bob suggested only buying what u need. He ate 2 eggs a day. On the way home from work he would stop at the grocery & buy 2 eggs. Everyone in town started buying 2 or 3 eggs a day. The grocery store owner began complaining that he had too many eggs in his cooler. He told the distributor that he didn't need any more eggs for the next week. The distributor had eggs piling up at his warehouse & told the huge egg farms he wouldn't need any for at least two weeks. At the egg farm, the chickens continued laying eggs. To relieve the pressure, the huge egg farm told the distributors they could buy the eggs at a lower price.The distributor said, "I don't have room for the freakin' eggs even if they were free". The distributor told the grocery store he would lower the price of the eggs if the store would start buying again. The grocery store owner said, "I don't have room for more eggs. The customers are only buying 2 or 3 eggs at a time. If you drop the price of eggs back to the original price, the customers might start buying by the dozen again". The distributors sent that proposal to the huge egg farmers. Eventho' the egg farmers didn't like it, they finally lowered the price as those chickens just kept on laying. But only by a few cents.

So the customers still bought 2-3 eggs at a time & said,"When the price of eggs lowers to where it was b4, we'll start buying by the dozen." Slowly the price of eggs started dropping. The distributors had to slash their prices to make room for the eggs coming from the egg farmers. The egg farmers cut their prices because the distributors wouldn't buy at a higher price than they were selling eggs for. Anyways they had full warehouses and wouldn't need eggs for quite a while. And those chickens kept on laying. Eventually the egg farmers cut their prices because they were throwing away eggs they couldn't sell. The distributors started buying again because the eggs were priced to where the stores could afford to sell them at the lower price. And the customers starting buying by the dozen again.

Phew! Now, transpose this analogy to the gasoline industry. What if everyone only bought $10.00 worth of petrol each time they pulled to the pump? The dealer's tanks would stay semi full all the time. The dealers wouldn't have room for the petrol coming from the huge tank farms. The tank farms wouldn't have room for the petrol coming from the refining plants. And the refining plants wouldn't have room for the oil being off-loaded from the huge tankers coming from the oil fiends. Just $10.00 each time at the pump. You may have to stop for gas twice a week but the price should come down. Think about it. Also, don't buy anything else at the gas station; don't give them any more of your hard earned money than what you spend on petrol, until the prices come down!

Hey this will only work if we all pull it together as ONE, right uncle Bob?