the tan's of lisa

Dear Restless Heart.

2009-02-19T21:29:00.000-08:00

Dear restless heart, be still; don't fret and worry so;
God has a thousand ways His love and help to show;
Just trust, and trust, and trust, until His will you know.

Dear restless heart, be still, for peace is God's own smile,
His love can every wrong and sorrow reconcile;
Just love, and love, and love, and calmly wait awhile.

Dear restless heart, be brave; don't moan and sorrow so,
He hath a meaning kind in chilly winds that blow;
Just hope, and hope, and hope, until you braver grow.

Dear restless heart, repose upon His breast this hour,
His grace is strength and life, His love is bloom and flower;
Just rest, and rest, and rest, within His tender power.

Dear restless heart, be still! Don't struggle to be free;
God's life is in your life, from Him you may not flee;
Just pray, and pray, and pray, till you have faith to see.

--Edith Willis Linn

Forever Twenty-One

2009-01-22T00:03:00.000-08:00

My Grandmother is so cute lah! Eeeek!

Jason oh Jason....

2009-01-19T10:25:00.000-08:00

Look look! He wrote a song about my hands! And I am in love again...

i love the moon tonight.

2009-01-12T09:47:00.000-08:00

and that was Christmas

2008-12-29T04:16:00.000-08:00

square smiles. well, at least some of us did it. harumph!

The First Christmas present

2008-12-21T18:45:00.000-08:00

I came home that day and found a package on my bed.
It was a gift from my aunt.
My first Christmas gift!

Ohhh boy ooohh boyyy...
I luuurrrrvvveee presents.

Like a hungry beast, I ripped it open and emptied the contents on my bed.

And to my utter horror...
Was the most gaudy Leopard print top, with swirly motives & gold dust all over it.
It was very very...Agogo indeed.

And I'm too conservative to be caught dead wearing such an offensive thing.

The whole present-ripping-rush was over in a moment.
Quickly, I shoved it into a bag & handed it to Ma.

"Nah, give you. Don't want"
My mother has always tried to be optimistic & encouraging.
Especially when it came to things like horribly ugly clothes.

She said ; "Aiyoh. Nice what. I think you should keep it. You never know, 30yrs time this might be the fashion. Fashion is like that wan, it will always come-back"....

Right.

And guess who was in my house this morn when I woke up?
The Leopard Print Aunt! Grawwwwll!

I tip toe-ed out of my room hoping she wouldn't notice me.
But she did!
And like all Hokkien women, she yelled "Eh Liza! You like the baju I gave you anot?"

Shite.
I made a sleepy muka bodoh and said "Huh? Oh yah. Like"

Then made a mad dash for the toilet before she could ask me to put it on for her or something crazy like that.

Sigh.
Christmas & Family obligations.
I think relatives should stick to giving us money.

So. Merry merry Christmas!

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mmmfffpppp

2008-12-19T09:50:00.000-08:00

I love the dead of the night...
Finally, some alone time!

Sigh.
What a crazy past few weeks!
Indeed.
'Tis the season to be running around.
Caroling, parties, gift wrapping, practices & more practices!

You know Christmas is near when you make your coffee extra potent & down it all in one gulp, hoping that it'll get you thru another long day. Yeah, that's the Christmas spirit baybeh!

Ahhh, but tonight. Is my night.
My mind is swirling with a thousand thoughts.

And I'm getting the year end blues.
Nostalgic is me.

I've never been good at saying goodbye.
Or maybe I'm just chicken shit & afraid of what the coming year has to bring.

I cannot believe how time eludes me.

When I was a kid, 20mins felt like such a loooooonnnnggg time.
And I would wish & wish that time would pass by faster.

But now...20mins is one episode of Friends.

Sometimes I wanna live in a hole in the ground.
So I can be denial.
Like the story of the Mole who lived in Denial?
Ok, there is no such story.

But I stop every so often to think about how much of my life has passed.
Then I feel abit miserable because I wish I'd done more.
And then I pick up from where I left off and carry on with this life-that-should've-done-more.

The whole process is pointless & a complete waste of precious, limited time.

Does thinking about doing more with your life actually make you consciously do more with it?
Maybe the fact that you've 'actually thought of it' makes you feel good? Accomplished even.

Like...
Hey! I've thought about how I should've done more with my life.
Shucks. I really should've.
*Takes a moment*
Yes, now I feel so profound.

Yeah, I really do.
It's been a good night.

My Old Man is 56!

2008-11-17T11:01:00.000-08:00

Papa turned fifty six today!
And he still makes retarded faces when we ask him take pictures.

And they say boys grow up to become men
mmmm?

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My 1991 hair-do is back!

2008-11-05T23:23:00.000-08:00

So today I got stuck in the rain near Central Market ; when I spotted a banner that said 'Dry Cut RM15'

I thought what the heck, let's be spontaneous!

You know...
It's one of those impulse moments.
Where your legs carry you against your will type of thing.
Uh huh.

I walk into 'CoCo Hair Saloon'.
And this huge bapok greets me.
Think ; Triple-H in a mini skirt with extra long eyelashes.

Very dodgy indeed.
I wanted to bolt.
But I was quite sure he would choke-slam me or something.
So I obediently sank into a chair.

Next to me, a man with dark eyeliner was singing along to Mariah Carey's 'One Sweet Day'. He was having his hair dyed.

Oh gosh, I really am in Bapok-Ville.

A stocky chinese dude with rippling muskels came over & asked what I wanted.
I told him I just wanted a trim please.

He grunted and strapped the raincoat thingy on me.
I almost chocked to death from the velcro fastener.
Crazy nut.
I think he was trying to kill all the REAL WOMEN in the room!!

The bapoks were watched intently as MuskelPimp snipped away.
Silently, I plead with God to make everything ok.

When he was done, I looked up.
And I saw myself - at five years old.

This is what you get for RM15.
You get to look five again.

I honestly don't know how society will take this because I have not met anyone since, except my mom- who refused to comment.

Search no more, CoCo Hair Saloon is THE Fountain of Youth.

* Disclaimer : The writer is not Bapok-phobic. Just a little apprehensive. Give me time, I come from a conservative background.

2008-11-05T08:05:00.000-08:00

I watched Pocahontas again, for what must be the 30th time.
And it still makes me tear!!

You know what John Smith said to Pocahontas the night before he was going to be killed?
"Pocahontas, look at me. I'd rather die tmr than live a hundred years without knowing you"

Sigh. Meltttttttt....

Where have all the John Smith's gone??
Rawr!

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Ooh La La

2008-10-29T18:57:00.000-07:00

I think I have a crush on Jason Mraz.

What a perfect little man.
Singer-songwriter-guitarist.
Very on.

It's so amazing how he comes up with such crazy songs with like, four chords.
Very clever indeed.

I love his style. What do they call it?
Folk, jazz?

And my myy...what a voice. Fuh.
I'd marry him in a heartbeat.

"Scooch on closer dear
And I will nibble your ear. I'm Yours"

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television obsession

2008-10-28T21:00:00.000-07:00

So, I've devoured 4 seasons of Greys Anat. & Desp Housewives...
(and am waiting for the fifth season)

It's getting abit old. Yawn.

So I decided to try out 30 Rock.
Since I've heard rave reviews about it.
*Best comedy series at Emmy Awards
**Tina Fey : Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series

And...
I absolutely am positively hooked!

It's so super funny. Can die.
If you like twisted, sarcastic, totally inappropriate, Arrested-Development-type of humour ; then you should really start 30Rock.

I like that dude Kenneth the most.
He said :
"To quote Jerry McGuire ; you made me a complete person"
"When you said hello, you had me"

Hahahaha. Snort.

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2008-10-25T08:14:00.000-07:00

To eat a banana for the hundredth time is nothing like eating a banana for the first time.
To listen to your favourite song for the hundredth time is nothing like hearing it the first time.
To wear that blue dress for the hundredth time feels nothing like when you wore it the first time.
To have that great conversation for the hundredth time feels nothing like when you talked the first time.

Life is a habit. It has to be.

Without habit, the beauty of the world would overwhelm us.
We'd pass out everytime we saw a flower, everytime we smelled cookies baking, everytime someone smiled at you.

Imagine if we only got to see a cumulonimbus cloud, or hear a cock crow, or feel the light breeze tingle your skin only ONCE in a decade.

There'd be pandemonium in the streets.

We need habit to get through a day.

But habit can be a dangerous thing too.
The eye sees something ; brown bark, skinny branches, a smattering of leaves - it's a tree and the eye moves on.

I glimpse ; grey hair, furrowed brows, hairy arms, a peck on my cheek- it's Dad.
But did I take the time to see Dad?

A wise man once said "Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one's wife & the fear of war"

Over time, we stop perceiving beautiful moments & wonderful things as they are.
And it becomes a mish-mash of....just everyday.
Like a blur. And before you know it, tomorrow is Sunday- and you wonder where your week went to.

Someone famous once sang "Life oh Life. Doo Doo Doo Doo"

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babies are better than puppies

2008-10-21T08:23:00.000-07:00

Oh You warm my heart
*sayang*

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What I found in Ma's garden

2008-09-21T08:10:00.000-07:00

Last night's premiere

2008-09-15T23:14:00.000-07:00

This movie is daaaamnnnnn good!

I kid you not.

If it's tacky, it's tacky in a good way.
If it's corny, it's corny in a good way.
If it's ridiculous, it's ridiculous in a good way.
Plus, watching Pierce Brosnan sing & dance like a pondan was a bonus!

5-star Performance!
Totally exceeded my expectation!

The ABBA-fever is back again!

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Lisa's GoldBars

2008-09-10T07:42:00.000-07:00

I'm on a cooking/baking rampage.
Its scares me sometimes how the highlight of my day is something like- baking a cake...

Anyways, I thought about it.
It's sooo not 'Aunty' its more like, 'Domestic Goddess'
Muahahaha!

Ohyah.
Newsflash!
Today, I bought a bar of SCS butter for RM7.50!!
That's what you call crazeeee...

It's gone up at least RM1.50 or more. That's outrageous!

We should mogok.
I'm gonna start a Facebook group!
Bakers Unite!

The Basic Butter Cake, with my parents in the background

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Marvelous Monday

2008-09-08T09:54:00.000-07:00

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Today I took my bicycle out for a spin.
Felt good, haven't done that in awhile...
I love the evening breeze

However, I think I am quite unfit.
Cycled until I felt giddy.
Who gets giddy from cycling right?

And then I decided to try out Amy Beh's Curry Puff
And gave some to my neighbour's 9 yr old.
She said "Thanks Aunty, it's nice!"

Aunty? She called me Aunty.
Oh the nerve!

Hellooo, I'm Taut, Trendy & Twenty Two ok!
Just because I make curry puff doesn't make me an Aunty!

I am so offended. Should've put a cockroach inside her curry puff!
Grrrrr......

Jadi Also...YAY!

My Own Miracle

2008-08-28T19:51:00.000-07:00

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed Thy hands have provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me...

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I survived!
It was soooo tormenting & frightening.
Was officially the toughest season of my life.

But of course I wasn't left to fight this battle alone.
I am a living testimony of Realness & Faithfulness of God!
This is my own miracle...

Ok now, chin up!
And on to the final round....

Thank You Lord.

growing pains

2008-08-28T02:37:00.000-07:00

i've never been good at this - the Rocky Road Ahead.

as much as i hate it.
i think 'control freak' is the right term.

what's the menu?
what's the itinerary?
what's the plan?
is there a plan B?

gah.

i suppose that's why i hate slides
because you can't control, you can't stop.
once you go - you go.

sometimes i wonder;
what ever happened to being young, spontaneous & carefree?

in times like these
i just wanna curl up into a ball forever and ever.

life is not always peaches & cream.
and today, insecurity is bearing it's ugly head.

and insecurity asks :
"Lord, what's for tomorrow?"

and of course He's silent.
but strong.
Strong & Silent.

that's good.
because what is faith if it's not being tested?

You are my mysterious, wonderful, ever faithful One.
and i will wait on You.

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Love : Penang

2008-08-25T00:15:00.000-07:00

I love how everyone speaks Hokkien.
I love how Batu Ferringhi never sleeps.

I love that don't have to go to that stupid yellow box to get a parking ticket.
I love how you can park almost anywhere!

I love how I can buy a top for RM5!
I love how I can buy 3movies for RM8!

I love how food is abundant & people don't give 2hoots about calories.
I love how it has so many old, happy, wrinkly, absolutely adorable folks.

I love the street names : McAlister Road, Anson Road, Love Lane!
I love the beautiful, old, wooden window panes.

I love how it makes me feel.
Old, charming & beautiful.

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Langkawiiiiiiii

2008-08-14T22:16:00.000-07:00

We made a family trip to the land of chocs, liquor & ciggs.
There's really nothing much to do, except look at chocs until you get a migraine.
Beer tho, is cheaper than 100plus.

The beach there is terribly disappointing.
Pales in comparison to the other islands I've been to.

I was a little highly strung, since I was the official Holiday Planner.
And there was plenty of bickering involved- which is quite normal.
Haha.
But it was alright, Family Fun for Everyone!
=) Yahoo!

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My Grand Finale

2008-08-07T08:55:00.000-07:00

I arrive at work.
Park at my usual spot.
I fish out the office keys & press button 1 on the auto gate control.

Nothing. The gate is still as ever.
I press it again.
And again.
Great. Dead batteries. Of all days.

I try to pry open the gate. Push, pull, kick.
Nothing.

This feels like Tuesday all over again.
I had locked myself out of my car.
It was not pleasant.
Why am I constantly being locked out?

I muck around and wonder what to do.
I really need to use the loo. Really need to go.

Enough Mr Nice Guy.
I'm climbing.

I suddenly remember this Parkour video I watched over Youtube.
Looks simple enough.

Except.
Im wearing a skirt. Of all days!
Not good. Whole world can see Kopitiam.

A few cars pass by.
I wait for the right moment.
Trying not to look too conspicuous.

I slide off my shoes.
Hoist myself up on the ledge.
Did something acrobatic.

In 2 seconds I'm on the other side.
Yahoo!

What a perfect way to start my Last Day on the Job
There's nothing like a little exercise in the morning
=)

p.s : I'm blessed to have had this 4weeks of opportunity... Not a bed of roses, but I've come away a little wiser, a little more confident, a little more sure, a little more in love with the Creator. And isn't that the whole point?

~

Intern Lisa

2008-07-07T08:31:00.000-07:00

Today is my first day on the job.
The entire day was spent in High Court observing a trial.
The dispute was over a horse.
Neigh neigh. Horse.

It sounds quite funny when you think about it.

But no, it's seriously serious stuff.

Did you know that a champion breed can cost up to 200,000 Euros?
Gasp!
And did you know that horses can give birth at 2years old?
Gasp!

No horseshit here.
For real.

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My Bucket List

2008-07-04T23:01:00.000-07:00

"I don't want to die from cancer. Anything but cancer"
She said to me, as she stared into nothingness.
"I want to die peacefully in my sleep"

We were in the car, the mood sombre.
I quietly drove back.
I'm twenty two, why do I have to think about dying?
I'm immortal. Aren't I?

Coincidentally, I watched The Bucket List - a story of 2 aged men with 6months to live because of TheCancer.

To make the most out of their days, they draw up a 'Kick the Bucket List' with things like
'Go skydiving',
'Laugh until I cry',
'Witness something truly majestic'....
They promise each other to fulfill the entire list.

I was so touched by the movie.
It's the kind that lingers in your thoughts for hours to come.

But for a moment, I was gripped by fear.
What if I got Cancer?
What if I had 6months?
Would I be able to endure the chemo?
What would I do?

My life began racing before my very eyes.
Junk Food, MSG, Over-using my Cell Phone, Frozen foods, Not exercising, Not eating vitamins, Not eating organic
ARGH!
Am I making myself a Prime Candidate?

My mind & body temporarily froze. I am not immortal.
I could die young & unfulfilled.
A horrible death, with my eyes still open and all.

And then I realized that dying is only tragic if you haven't lived your life.
My Life is Now.

I don't have to be dying to have a Bucket List.
I should start now.
And when I've reached the end of my list, it will be time to die.
And it wouldn't matter to me how I died
With my eyes open or closed

My Bucket List :
1. Be a friend to someone lonely.
2. Take my bicycle for a ride.
3. Bake cookies for someone.

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I've been to Paradise

2008-06-25T22:43:00.000-07:00

+ Pulau Kapas is Tranquility

Blue sky meets the waves
The air smells saltish-sweet

Your hair catches the wind
The Sun kisses your skin
The waves wash over your feet
Tiny pebbles hide between your toes

Fine white powdery sand
You look beyond, but
You cannot see where the stretch ends

Listen; the steady rhythm of the ocean
The cool clear blue
Tingles your skin

And I'm taken away

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I'm Devastated

2008-06-19T22:22:00.000-07:00

Sigh sigh sigh....what happened to us?
Well, maybe next time
=(

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I fancy

2008-06-17T01:18:00.000-07:00

....48year old German coach Joachim Löw
He is veryyy appealing.
In a matured man way.

Just like how George Clooney is yummylicious, in a matured man way.

Come on, don't judge me.
He was the hottest guy on the field yesterday.
What's with Ballack's permed hair anyway?
Eugh.

But anyway, GO PORTUGAL!
All the way! Till the end!

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This is Bliss!

2008-06-16T21:07:00.000-07:00

The dreaded finals are finally over!

It was an extremely intense & trying time for me.
I don't think I've cried as much as I have in last few months.
That's what I call character building baybeh!

Now that it's over!...
Everything feels different.
The whole world looks different.

It was kinda odd to suddenly have nothing to stress over.
The clock ticks slower - and I find that I have ample time!

I'm learning to enjoy climbing out of bed at 11am...
Gosh, I haven't done that in a long time.

I take my time to
Brush my teeth
Make my breakfast
Watch Martha Stewart
Spend precious time with Him
Play the piano!
Read a book by the window
or Bake a cake....

> Vanilla raisin muffins + Orange Carrot Poppyseed Cake

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2008-06-06T04:48:00.000-07:00

It's The Last Lap!
after monday, I can breathe again...

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I found a puppy

2008-05-26T03:04:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, syin & I were taking a walk when we found this little darling.
She probably got thrown out by some cruel inhumane people. Grrrr!

She immediately took to us and began to follow us around.
I got gave her some biscuits & siew yoke- and she gobbled everything up!

Then it started to drizzle.
I didn't have the heart to leave her.
I've seen enough dead animals on the highway.
And I couldn't take her home either! My parents will freak.

I made a quick call to Ishmeal who was so kind to take her in temporarily.
After her bath, she got all cuddly and sleepy and fell asleep on his lap!
awww man....

And I just got news, she's found a home!
I'm so so happy!
wheeeee!~

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The Childhood I never had

2008-05-12T05:48:00.000-07:00

This is my eleven year old student.
He is watching Youtube on his new Macbook Air
it is sooo slim & sleek. suits me lah =P

Oh, did I mention that he also owns an iPhone?
Both bought during his recent trip to L.A.

Sigh

When I grow up, I want to be him....

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"Oh, how lovely!"

2008-05-04T22:57:00.000-07:00

Grown-ups love figures.

When you talk to them about a new friend, they never ask questions about essential matters. They never say to you : 'What does his voice sound like? What games dos he prefer? Does he collect butterflies?".

They ask you : 'How old is he? How many brothers does he have? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father earn?'. It is only then that they feel they know him.

If you were to mention to grown-ups : 'I have seen a beautiful house, with pink bricks, with geraniums on the windowsills and doves on the roof...' they would not be able to imagine such a house.

You would have to say to them : 'I saw a house worth a hundred thousand pounds'. Then they would exclaim : 'Oh, how lovely!'

Not everyone has had a friend. And I could become like a grown-up who is only concerned with figures.

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Excerpts from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery which you can read online here
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What a wonderful book.
Simple & childlike, yet profound.

It made me reflect...

When does 'childhood' end?
Was I too anxious to grow up?
Have I lost myself in this grown-up world?

When was the last time I bought keropok from the Roti Man? (which always made me so happy)
I don't know. I can't remember.

How tragic.

I never thought I would be on the verge of becoming a 'grown-up'.
I don't even know when I stopped being child-like.

5 things I thought I would never be...

Have awkward silences during conversations
Get really sick & tired of driving
Care if I got sweaty, sticky, smelly & dirty.
Think ridiculously expensive diamonds are beautiful & would actually like to own some 1day
Go for facials!

I look back and think to myself. 'Ohhh my.....Look what I've become! A grown-up!'

Why do grown-ups have to be so grown up all the time?
Thinking about responsibilites & money & impressing everyone else everyday.

Life is really quite simple, no?

Like The Little Prince, who loved his Flower dearly.
And that was all that mattered to him.

"Grown-ups' are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people."

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an offensive discovery

2008-04-19T06:38:00.000-07:00

GASP!
Look what I found?!

A BRAND NEW MOLE on my last finger!
I have never seen it before, didn't see it yesterday.

When did it grow?
Do moles grow overnight?
Do they just randomly appear?

Does that mean more will be growing?
Will it grow until big-big-and-got-hair-those-type?

aaaarrrrrggghhh!!!

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In Memory of her

2008-04-17T08:50:00.000-07:00

Lately, there's been much mention of my late maternal-grandmother.

Apparently one of the uncles dreamt of her.
And in the dream, she was crying.

So they believe they should move her remains to another temple.
It is one of the Chinese pantang-larang.

Of course I know that she's dead & cannot return.
All that remains are ashes & bones...
And memories of her.

Her name was Goh Lay Cheng.
And she died 15years ago.

It was a sudden death, one minute she's talking.
The next thing you know, she's dead. A vein burst.

I was in standard 1 and we had to go to Melacca for the funeral.
I had asked my father to write an absent letter to my class teacher.

At 7, I barely understood death.
But I remember feeling very very sad when I read the letter.

Maybe I didn't want her to die?
Maybe I didn't want to skip school?
Who knows? I was 7.

I never knew her personally.
It's funny how I have her blood in me but I only have vague memories of her.

She used to take a bus down to KL to visit.
My dad would fetch her from the bus station & we would vacate the front seat for her.

She was pudgy and was always in a Kebaya. I remember she had a green one.
She had short curls & small eyes. Was gentle & soft spoken.

And one day she gave me a gold heart-shaped pendant & necklace.
I don't think she said anything to me, she just gave it to me.
I still have it.

I wish it wasn't, but that's all I can remember of my late Ah Mah.
I wonder so many things.

I wonder what it was like to be so poor, like she was.
I wonder what it was like to raise 9 children!
I wonder if she could remember all their birthdays?
I wonder if she had any time for herself.

I wonder how she felt when one of her sons died from fever.
I wonder if she was proud of her children.
I wonder how she met my grandfather.
And if she really loved him?

I wonder if she had any dreams or secret wishes.
I wonder if she was happy.
Did she live a fulfilled life?
I wonder if she's in heaven...

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A reply!

2008-04-16T09:14:00.000-07:00

Hi Lisa,

Thanks for the email. Your concerns on security are noted and we are doing our best to set up a meeting with the local police chief but he hasn't been very forthcoming.

We'll keep putting on the pressure, locally as well as in Parliament.

However, should any of the victims (past and future) be willing to come forward to give press conferences, it'll help a great deal as well, as it'll add pressure for the local police departments to act. Let us know and we can make the necessary arrangements.

Best regards,

Tony

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It's very encouraging to actually get a reply from this hot shot.
I'm beaming.

HIDUP DAP!!

So we shall see, and wait for this glorious day
When 'Change' will come storming in and catch us all by surprise.
Oh, the day!

Like envyno said in her blog, in the meantime ; BE CAREFUL!!
Hold on tight to your bags and if you have to kick, KICK HARD at the right place!

Don't be foolish by thinking you're invincible.
Because that's what we all tend to think.

It's cruel cruel world!

p.s : ooohhh, did he say Press Conference? SueYin- shall we go shopping?!! =P

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An email to Tony

2008-04-15T11:34:00.000-07:00

Subject : Tighter Security Please

Dear Mr Tony Pua

Congratulations on your recent win!
I'm a DAP supporter and I voted for you guys!

However, a few of my friends living in your constituency have been victims of thefts lately.
I am DEEPLY troubled and concerned!

I would like to know how your office can better improve the security in that area?

These are my friends' stories (I am writing on their behalf )

12/4/2008 - 8month old car stolen in the middle of the night! Parked right outside house.
Victim : Adelynn Cheah living in Tmn Megah

15/4/2008 - Handbag got snatched right out of her lap! Sitting in cafe in Glomac Square in KJ.
Victim : Yvonne Lim Sue Yin living in SS4

These events are too close to each other to be a 'one-off coincidence'.
What steps will you take to ensure these vice activities stop?

Your manifesto & portfolio is incredibly impressive & I am confident you are able to bring REAL CHANGE to this area.

Looking forward to a reply from you
thanks & God Bless.

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It's outrageous! Crazy things that have been happening to my friends one too many times!
This is just a record of the latest 'happenings'.
When is this going to stop?!

Do have to be worried everytime a motorcycle pulls up next to my car?
Do I have to be suspicious whenever a Malay man walks by?
Do I have to be afraid of carrying my handbag out with me?

Now, we'll just see if we voted the right guy in

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2008-04-11T07:29:00.000-07:00

}{ tx melchew for the 'improved recipe'

Lisa's Latest Craze

2008-04-07T07:25:00.000-07:00

I promise you, these are REALLY REALLY good.
And I'm not even big on junk food!

Who knew an entire packet of satisfaction costs only RM1.69?
You're supposed to eat it with a dip, but it's so good you can even eat it on it's own!

Golden brown (baked, not fried!), crispy, salty, textured and corny all at the same time!

Plus, it's original flavour, so the taste is not overpowering
(I don't like things with too much taste)
It's extremely addictive. I could eat it all day!

I decided it's worth every ounce of weight you put on. No, seriously.
It's THAT good.

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2008-04-04T20:52:00.000-07:00

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9-4-83

2008-03-26T08:02:00.000-07:00

My Mother said to me
"You know next week is what anot?"

I looked up from the newspaper and said
"What?..."

Very randomly, she handed me her wedding ring and said
"You see inside. What's the date?"

I picked up the tiniest gold ring I've ever seen.
She had really tiny fingers then.
It was a very simple golden wedding band with small stripey patterns on it. Very old school indeed.

I peered into the inside of the ring.
I had to squint my eyes to make out the small block letters.

Engraved, it read
'C.H.Tan 9-4-83'

I laughed out loud.
"C.H. Tan??"
(That's my father's email adress)

"So, how many years?" my mother questioned, eyebrows raised.

It dawned upon me. Oh shite, I forgot all their anniversary.
"Errr...wait"
I quickly did some mental calculations.
"Twenty five ah?" I replied gingerly.

Ah! How could I have almost missed that?

"Ya, I knew that what. I belanja you makan lah" I quickly added.

"No need lah. Don't waste money" my mother replied as she traipsed away.

I've gotta be a really stupid child to believe her.
Well, I cannot let her think she gave birth to something stupid.
So- sigh. Duty calls.

Now, here's my big dilemma.
I know twenty five years is a big deal.
And it is incumbent upon me, the eldest of the offspring to make this celebration a memorable one.

I don't suppose supper at Williams is good enough?

I love this picture. These are really my parents! It's not from gettyimages!

~*~

when in doubt, make jokes.

2008-03-24T08:53:00.000-07:00

I've been you know, *flicks hair* like, really busy.
So, here- have some jokes...

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "So, why the long face?"

A polar bear, a giraffe and a penguin walk into a bar. The bartender says, "What is this? Some kind of joke?"

A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

A pony walks into a bar and says "Bartender, may I have a drink?" Bartender says "What? I can't hear you. Speak up!" "May I please have a drink?" "What? You have to speak up!" "Could I please have a drink?" "Now listen, if you don't speak up I will not serve you." "I'm sorry, I'm just a little hoarse."

Celine Dion walks into a bar. The bartender says, "So, why the long face?"

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the sweet smell of Victory.

2008-03-09T11:06:00.000-07:00

It's my first time.
A Malay lady is checking for my name.
She hums the BN theme song.
I semi-roll my eyes.
She smiles, and passes me a slip : Room 6.

I make my way up the stairs.
There's 3 other people in line.

I try to keep a straight face.
But inside, my heart is pounding.

I wait a little while.
It's my turn now.
My name is read, I am identified.

Two Orange Slips.
I go behind the white box.

There's a simple blue pencil.
I think, simple...
But full of power, this pencil decides the fate of our govt.
I pick it up, it's slightly blunt.

Here we go.
'X' in all the right places.

I double, triple check.
Just to be sure.

I whisper
"Lord, let my vote count. Let it not be null & void
Let Your will be done..."

I fold the ballots.
And drop them in their respective boxes.

A smile & a nod
And I stride out.

Never been so satisfied.
Never done anything so right.

And today, I smile
Because Victory is the Lords.

Psalms 89:14
" Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne;
love and faithfulness go before you."

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The Heat is On

2008-03-05T23:45:00.000-08:00

The only thing on everyone's lips is, yes- you've guessed it...
The General Elections.
Be it pro-BN or not, no conversation has gone without a mention of the upcoming event.

3 more days left.
I'm rather excited since I'll be scratching in my very first 'X' at the polling booth come saturday.

It's not going to be very hard for me to decide on who to vote, since all sorts of outrageous & appalling events have taken place in this dear country of ours.

One of the first few things I did after turning twenty one was to march right into the post office and register as a voter.
And I'm so glad I did it early, in time to make it for this year's elections.

However, I have a large number of friends who find it pointless & a waste of time to vote. They've refused to participate ; not this time round and probably not ever.

And then I'll curtly say something about how we should be responsible citizens & speak up with our votes, and try to convert them. But, I guess there's only so much you can & should say.

You know how talking about politics always ends up in an awkward, heated debate.
I'd rather stay clear of that.

It's tragic tho.
But the votes must go on!

I've noticed that one of the most frequently used lines is probably 'Vote Wisely'.
You hear it in churches, in conversations, in forums, in forwarded emails...

Everyone's been telling each other to 'Vote Wisely'.
Which, I'm quite sure translates to 'Vote Opposition'

So don't 'Vote for Malaysia'.
Instead, 'Vote Wisely'

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what i've been secretly doing

2008-03-05T00:52:00.000-08:00

I had quit my job in Dec, and was back to doing normal 20-something-year-old things ; studying, shopping, socializing. Things I needed to do.

After 3months of not changing a diaper, or wiping snot off someone's little nose, I began to sorta miss it.

So today, I popped by the Daycare that I used to work at.
Just to say hi and steal a few cuddles & kisses.

Those little sweethearts made my day.
I feel so peaceful, so loved & so able to love.
Is this what fulfillment feels like?

**Nikon D50 courtesy of tien7

It;s Been Awhile Girls.

2008-02-18T21:11:00.000-08:00

* One of those once-a-year moments.

^

today : beautiful

2008-02-12T02:24:00.001-08:00

I smell the rain.
Big juicy drops of rain.

It's just
So lovely.

Makes you wanna just run outside
Jump in the puddles
Catch the raindrops with your tongue.
And get totally, hopelessly drenched.

And get run down by a car?
Hahaha

But it's still a beautiful day.
I'll just sit by my window, with a book in my lap.
And admire the rain.

Amazing.
The things He can do.

I'm overwhelmed. Again & again.

~

Gong Xi Gong Xi

2008-02-06T17:34:00.001-08:00

That's right, kick it off with a fifty- and make that a new one too.

This is what CNY is about baybeh!
Cold Hard Cash....

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Oh Me, Oh My..

2008-02-05T04:59:00.002-08:00

I say...how come I've never noticed him before?
That's just ridiculous!

He is officially on my 10 People I Want To Meet List.
Hmm, maybe not just meet.

Hehehe...

I can't get over the fact that he is (or maybe was) engaged to that-old-hag-Fergie.
Pfffffttttt....

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Gloat Gloat Gloat

2008-02-02T10:36:00.000-08:00

*** It's officially the BEST birthday present for this year! Thanks!!

Do You Floss?

2008-01-28T22:15:00.000-08:00

Even as a little girl, my parents always made sure we practiced good dental hygiene. Kodomo Lion grape flavour was my favourite!

I made frequent visits to the dentist in PJ State. He was an elderly man with kind eyes who always rewarded me with an eraser for my bravery. I never had any qualms about stepping into the clinic- but those were the days.

Somewhere along the line- I began to develop this chronic fear of the DreadedDentist.

The thought of having someone insert drills & other metal objects into my mouth made very insecure.

The worst part was that you have absolutely no view, or control over the 'procedure'.
So because of this fear, my visits to the dentist became very very irregular.

But fear had a price to pay.
I knew there was something wrong when my tooth began to hurt. I must've let it hurt for months- thinking that it was probably just sensitive. Finally, I knew I HAD to go.

Dread dread dread...
There was a cloud was over my head.

The kind-eyed dentist had migrated years ago.
And now it was Dr Andrea Yong who attended to me.

I walked into the room full of instruments and was told to lie down on this funky chair that had all sorts of lamps and basins connected to it. I was intimidated more than anything as the nurse quickly strapped on a paper towel over my chest.

Dr Andrea was the chop chop type, and started scaling my teeth without much hesitation.

I was quite shocked. I felt violated.

Dammit woman, give me some time to brace myself or something lah. I wanted to cry foul & tell her that I had a weak heart. But she was already hard at work.

I clinched my fist & tried to drown out the horrible sound of the drill.
I could smell her rubber gloves & could taste the metallic blood.

My heart was beating like a drum. I thought I was going to pass out.

Then she said "I have to open your teeth to get the cavity out"

Cavity? Open up?
"Er, how are you going to open my teeth?"
"With my tools of course!" she knew I was gripped with fear.
"Is it going to be a surgery??"
"No i'm just going to take the cavity out and put filling for you ok?"
"Pain?"
"Just a slight sensation"
Yeah right, I knew better than to believe dentists.
I've been conned countless times. I knew better.

"Can you give me a jab? Please?".
My heart raced. Which do I choose?
The excruciating pain of having my cavities dug out, or the pain of the needle?

I chose the latter.
Yes, I am VERYYY chicken. I was now begging for anaesthetic. I would've requested to be put out if I could.

She injected me & I was a very happy camper.

After what felt like eternity, she finally told me we were done. I was so relieved I let out a big sigh. My stress level must've been sky high. Unbelievable- I made it.

She told me that if I don't start flossing regularly (which I dont!) I'm going to start losing my teeth. I will have to floss EVERYDAY!

Brushing alone is not enough!
It's true! The Listerine ad was not lying.

~

stupid humans

2008-01-24T21:06:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning
and flipped through th papers
and the most ridiculous, most idiotic statement greeted me

"I said that it looks like me, it sounds like me but I will not say 100% that it is me"....V.K. Lingam aka. the Man in TheVideo but not 100% in TheVideo

Seriously man.
Seriously....
We must be such idiots to buy that one.

!

I've got mail

2008-01-21T07:38:00.000-08:00

......from my piano student Imran, eight years.

*

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2008-01-10T07:38:00.000-08:00

An Annual Affair

2008-01-08T21:35:00.000-08:00

Dear Diary,

It was my 8030th day in this world.

The weather was gorgeous.
The sun timidly peeked through the thick clouds.
As the lovely breeze carassed my skin.

It was perfect.

There wasn't much fanfare.
No cake.
Maybe just half a song over the phone.
There wasn't anything extraordinary.

But I was really Happy.
Contented & grateful.

I couldn't help, but marvel at his grace&goodness in my life.
All these years.

I know I am so blessed.
There's nothing more I could ask for.

Even though there wasn't much fanfare
No cake, nor song.
I just...felt so special.
I had every reason to celebrate 22years of His hand upon my life.

"You are God in heaven, And Here am I on earth.
So let my words be few, Jesus I am so in love with you"

^

BUT. I WANT.

2008-01-03T09:46:00.000-08:00

OMG. I so miss them.

2008-01-03T09:20:00.000-08:00

The Best of 2007

2007-12-31T05:32:00.000-08:00

Here's wishing a
Happy New Year to You.

I'm geared up, and ready to launch into 2008.
Here we go....

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Camp : Reflection

2007-12-29T02:43:00.000-08:00

I just got back from the outdoors.
And was one with nature, away from the claws of materialism.

It feels good to leave behind the luxuries of life, that make you forget your Creator.
Every branch, every pebble, every grain of sand was so perfectly & carefully placed.

I just knew that it's got to be Him.

The jungle is such a beautiful place.
It never fails to take my breath away.

Every muscle in my body hurts now.
But it was sooo worth it.

That was my perfect getaway.

^

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2007-12-26T08:48:00.000-08:00

I can't believe I'm gonna say this...
But I'm secretly relieved that Christmas is over!

Like all other Decembers, the past month was an insanely busy one for me.

All the stress, sweat & near-heart-attacks led to a very brief & quiet Christmas.
For some strange reason, Christmas this year didn't feel very...Christmassy?

If I believed in The Grinch, I would say he stole Christmas.
But I don't believe in the The Grinch. Or Santa.

And I need something to blame.
So I blame technology.

Technology makes everything faster- including time.
So that's why Christmas sped by so quickly that I didn't even feel it.

Technology sucks.

Now that Christmas is over, I find myself having alot of time to do nothing.

It feels weird to be able to climb out of bed at 11am
& wonder what I should do for the rest of the day.

Now, I can be 'Impromptu'.

And blog, whenever I want.

By the way.
I quit my Daycare job.
It's one of those things you know you would eventually do.
Gosh, I'm gonna miss the kids.

^

On the First Day of Christmas

2007-12-25T07:47:00.000-08:00

Time to move on

2007-12-13T09:30:00.001-08:00

A Lament. Kinda.

2007-12-12T08:43:00.000-08:00

December, oh December.
Thou art bitter sweet.

You make me hurry
And make me worry
You eat my money
It's really not funny

But I keep my chin up
Just like an egg cup
Because the twenty fifth day.
Ain't about Santa or his sleigh.

December, oh December.
Love-hate relationship is You & I.

*~*

It's Whitney, not Britney

2007-12-03T05:35:00.000-08:00

I went to watch the legendary Whitney Houston on Saturday. I waited a good 8 over hours in the sun, rain and sweat for her. And she finally appeared at 1230am. I guess, once a diva- always a diva.

It was quite surreal, to see her standing there in front of me.
I mean after all, it's Whitney we're talking about.

Sadly, and many would agree with me that she doesn't have it in her anymore. It's the drugs that did it to her. She's wasn't the captivating, enchanting, mind blowing, breath taking Whitney anymore. But she's still quite a something. Watch the video, you'll know what I mean.

* They didnt allow us to take any pics during her performance. But baaahhh...

Lisa has Coxsackie A virus

2007-11-26T20:52:00.000-08:00

The Doctor slid his glasses down to the tip of his nose, and scanned my palms closely.

I almost thought he was palm reading me! I waited silently for the verdict, the seconds seem to creep by ever so slowly.

And then, still looking at my palms he said "Hmmm...Yes. You definitely have handfoot and mouth disease. Ah, but so what?"

It was like music to my ears. Coxsackie A virus is perfect for me. Not serious enough to kill me or cause me intense pain, but serious enough for me to get a 2day MC!

I like it.

You must know that it's rather unusual for an adult especially one as healthy as me, to contract a baby's disease! But, never say never. HFMD is highly contagious and usually spreads among babies and pre-schoolers. But if lucky, adults can get it too!

Before this, I had never been exposed to HFMD. But since I work in a Daycare, outbreaks like these are bound to happen.

It started with one baby. Unknown to us, it quickly spread to other babies and toddlers. It was like the plague!

I clearly remember saying to myself "Ah, adults can't get it" and then I went over to Annette who was quarantined (poor baby) and I gave her a few wet kisses to make her feel better.

2Days later I had to stay in bed the whole day because of a high fever.

It was painful for me to swallow. Itchy/painful blisters were forming on my palms and on my tongue. And if you came to near me, you might get it. So now I have to bum around at home. Sigh. It's tragic...

But really, it's not so bad. Think about the perks. Remember, I'm highly contagious. So call me, if you're feeling generous. A free meal is always hard to resist *wink*

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Reunions & Spice & All Things Nice

2007-11-22T08:54:00.000-08:00

It always starts with the pleasant 'How are you?'
Followed by the 'ohmygosh, you're still as idiotic as ever. Never change'

Last night we sat down reminiscing about the good ol' A-Level Days & hurled insults at one another for 4 straight hours.

It was a good one.

You know it's a good one when you :

can remember all the stupid nicknames you gave each other
still call each other by those stupid nicknames
still turn around and say "Yes?" when someone yells "OI! YouWant?" (Tan Yu Wan. Yes I hate my Chinese name)

Two years ago in Redang (please dont ask me why Loo is standing like that. He is just a useless poser & likes himself very much. Nothing wrong with that)
Last night in Subang. (why are Jas, Loo & HTian secretly scratching their crotches in MY picture??!)

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The Reason Why We only Had Water Day Once

2007-11-20T09:37:00.000-08:00

This is a short video of the Terrible Twos and Threes, doing what they like best.

Terrorizing me...

Only if you like Harry P

2007-11-13T07:56:00.000-08:00

"The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well."

I've just finished reading the final installment to the Harry Potter series- and I'm getting the post-book-syndrome.

You know, the feeling you get after you've journeyed through hundreds of pages and thousands of words and you finally reach the end?

After 7 great greaaaattttt books. It's ended. Just like that. It's surreal. Ok, I'm trying not to get emotional here.

When I read the last page, I turned it over twice to make sure that it was really the last page. And it really was!!!

You can't help but feel a little sad. I'm gonna miss good ol' Harry. Sigh.

Now, now you Holy-Harry-Haters out there. Don't curse me just yet. As much as I am an avid fan of JK Rowling's fantastic masterpiece, I do not by all means condone witchcraft. In fact I think some of the curses and symbolism of things are quite screwed up. But hate the idea, not the work!

Right...

Interestingly, 1 of the things I've noted in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is that it is definitely not reading material for children. Book7 is a far cry from Rowling's very first book.

I was taken aback when Mrs Weasley yelled at Bellatrix Lestrange "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!"...and it was exactly like this, in caps! The book had alot of blood and gore. And even some parts about making out. EEEEEKKK!!

Maybe the plot's become more complex and hence the need to include non-children material?

Or just maybe she's succumbed to the fact that most of her readers aren't children anyway? That's quite disappointing to know, since she first set out writing Harry Potter as a children's book series.

But it's ok. Doesn't affect me because I'm adult. HAH!

If you haven't read it, u simply must! Don't bother watching the movies. Never does the book justice. There's nothing like flipping the pages and watching the scenes unfold in your minds eye.

Well, I'm off to bed for now. I've been coughing incessantly. And I've also discovered that cough mixture is indeed addictive and it helps me sleep snugly. I like. yummmm...

Toodles (gosh, toodles? I never say toodles. yuck)

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1 step closer to a Woman

2007-11-08T07:15:00.000-08:00

There's been something that's been bugging me ever since I knew how to be vain.

It's. My. Leg. Hair.

My legs aren't 'hairy' per se, it's just...you know, on-the-hairy-side.
You can live with it. But if you can live without it, even better!

In high school, while my friends were busy waxing and shaving- I made a promise to myself to never touch my leg hair. So I did. I let them grow, and grow and grow.

I had a plantation! And all was good, until one day- my leg hair started to lose it's appeal. I didn't like my on-the-hairy-side-legs anymore. Leg hair made me feel manly.

I yearned to be like all the other girls with smooth, polished legs. Somehow, leg hair didn't seem so cool.

I'd like to think of it as- growing up. That's what happens to you when you turn 21 right? Great Revelations dawn upon you every other day.

So I marched out, and into Watson's and did what a real woman would do! After some consultation from cousin Cindy, I decided to go for painless & easy. The Cowards Cream.

It was my first time. So I wanted to make sure I didnt screw up. I got abit obsessive and read and re-read the instructions making sure I didnt miss any fine print.

The whole process was pretty straight forward. Apply, leave on, step into shower, sponge off.

I'm quite surprised that it actually works. I must admit I was pretty skeptical. But take a look, and you be the judge. (p/s: I'm sorry my on-the-hairy-side-legs are so disgusting. I had to put it up for proof! )

Now, I'm 1 step closer to a Woman. *contented sigh*

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Oops I did it again

2007-11-03T09:00:00.000-07:00

I'm starting to get annoyed with myself for being so absent minded lately.

This is not really something I am usually famous for, but somehow things are starting to slip my mind. I can think about something now, make a mental note to remember it, and forget what it was 2minutes later!

Anyway, tonight my car couldn't start. Again. Because for the 2nd time in 2months I left my headlights on. Again.

The first time that happened I freaked out because I had absolutely no clue of what you're supposed to do. But I guess now, you could say I'm abit more seasoned since I KEEP DOING IT.

Thank God tcs was with me, so I could just be lazy and play damsel in distress. There was a kind uncle nearby who helped us jumpstart my car. Phew...

But it's the just the hassle of having to find someone to help you with the jumpstart and all that, plbthhh....

I think I let too many things occupy my mind at one time. Maybe I should only allow myself to think about one thing at once.

Like instead of thinking Am I late?Where's my phone?Remember parking lot A42. Where's the parking ticket?...

I should think

Am I late? Yes/No
Remember parking lot A42. Ok, A42. A42. A42. A42
Where's my phone? In my bag/on the car seat/in my pocket
Where's the parking ticket? In my bag/on the car seat/in my pocket

I realize that my mind can't really multitask. That's a horrible thing to realize isn't it?

Maybe my mind is like a sponge, it can only absorb water.

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Potty Training 101

2007-10-31T02:11:00.001-07:00

One of the more challenging things that I've had to do in DayCare is Potty Training.

This is new to me. It's alot like potty training your dog I guess. Not that I have a dog, but I've read it somewhere and the techniques are similar.

When we think they're old enough, we strip them off their diaper- cold turkey. We show them the dreaded Potty and tell them that they are to do Number 1 in there.

Most of the time they make yellow puddles on the floor and you try really really hard not to go berserk, because you'll be the one mopping up and washing bum bums.

I read that it's very demoralizing for the child if you yell at them for wetting themselves. You're supposed to reward them with a cookie or something everytime they successfully pee in the potty.

But trust me, when you have 3 or 4 kids Potty Training at the same time, it. is. so. not. funny.

So to avoid things like that from happening too often, I have to constantly ask them ;
"Do you want to shee shee?"
"No"
"OK, come. Let's go shee shee"

No means yes. And yes means- well, yes!

This is a video of me trying to brainwash Shane. I thought if I repeated it enough times, he would eventually get it. The video is quite annoying, because I keep repeating myself and that reminds me of my mother -_-

However, I am proud to say that Shane hasn't wet himself this entire week! Bravo!

1- Potty, Nil- Diaper

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Shallow, but true.

2007-10-28T03:15:00.000-07:00

Everyone is blogging about our Malaysian space man. I also wanna say something!

The whole thing is pretty pointless and a complete waste of money. It is an outrage and I am angry angry angry!

But if there's any need for consolation, at least he's hot. I mean, he even looks good in a space suit! A space suit you know! That's like the ultimate fashion faux pas, and he pulls it off.

I haven't seen a single ugly picture of him. He looks good in every angle. You know like how you have your good angle, and your bad angle (the kind where your secret-double-chin shows?) ...well, this guy doesn't.

So as much as you try, you can't really hate him that much.

The conversations always go like this...
"Stupid fella, waste all our money. Nothing else better to do ah?"
"Yalah! But then hor, he is hot lah"
"Tsk. Yah. I know. Is he married?"

I guess the idea was, if you need to pick someone to waste money on- pick an eye candy? Our govt. really knows how to play this game.

So boys and girls, if you wanna hitch a ride to outer space, make sure you hit the gym always.

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Oh, the fruits of my labour

2007-10-21T06:52:00.000-07:00

I believe in miracles.
Where're you from? You sexy thanggg...

*

what a freaky pic!

2007-10-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

I was looking thru my old photos.

And I found this! It's totally not photoshopped. Like, seriously!

^

SHIT HAPPENS

2007-10-07T22:13:00.000-07:00

Dear Diary,

Today Alicia poo-poot(as she calls it) in the potty, and I was summoned to wash her bum bum.

Now, you must know this- ever since Day 1 I had made a conscious effort to avoid doing anything related to Baby Droppings.

You know how I am so geli tahi? The thought alone frightens me.

But as expected I would have to do it eventually, just like any of the other teachers.
My time had cometh...

You can hide from the shit, but the shit won't hide from you.

So the task began.

I didnt dare to look at what was in the potty yet, so I asked her to bend over and sprayed water onto her bum hoping the shit remnants would come off.

There was NO WAY ever that I would stick my hand into her ass & wash it. Spraying should suffice.

So once that was done, I gingerly peered into the potty.

This girl really knows how to make my life miserable.

I saw a massive lump of cow dung mixed with some yellow urine! EUGH!
What a HUGE PILE for a 2 year old! What type of monster is this?!

I held my breath & gained composure. Trying to be scientific, I told myself that it's only digested food
It's food.
It's food.
IT'S FOOD DAMMIT!!

I almost puked. I felt nauseated. I was giddy. I felt like dying

But I had to go on.

I picked up the potty by the very edge and quickly dunked it's entire contents into the toilet bowl. The shit was the soft type so it slid down very very slowly....

ARGH! It wouldn't go down properly! I had to fill it up with water and dunk it again- and I repeated it a few times.

Dear diary, please tell me- what has my life been reduced to?...

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A typical day at work

2007-10-03T10:40:00.000-07:00

Watch Shane trying to choke slam & kiss Jeremy at the same time!

Starring, Shane, Jeremy and my leg...

The Shirt Folder

2007-09-26T09:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I help out with the laundry. It's pretty simple, sort them out into 3 piles.

Needs ironing
Needs folding
Bunch up-and-cram-into-cupboard

I hate ironing. So most times, I leave that to my mom. Whom I assume, enjoys this irksome task.

So I fold. I love folding towels- pretty straight forward. And they actually sit still on their stack and don't threaten to tumble over.

The challenge comes when you have to fold unsymmetrical pieces of clothing.

Like, I never knew how to fold my dad's shirts properly. Especially the polo tees, the buttons and collar and all that...

You know how brand new shirts come in such nice, flat packets- perfectly folded? I've always wondered how they do it. It's sooo- symmetrical.

And then I saw this, this stroke of brilliance!
I am so amused.

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2007-09-23T06:51:00.000-07:00

Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like you have loved me

Break my heart for what breaks yours
Everything I am for your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity

~Brooke Fraser~

It's the start or something new for..

2007-09-21T07:29:00.000-07:00

...Nienie, my childhood friend who left for Sheffield.

You're always loved, and you're always missed.

Get wild! Go have fun, but not too much =)

And I will see you soon girl...

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The Fun I Had

2007-09-12T08:57:00.001-07:00

Ribs @ Checkers, D'Sara Heights .

Culture @ MPO , Suria KLCC

Dessert @ The Apartment, Curve

My darling Suzette @ Daycare

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I survived!!

2007-09-05T03:33:00.000-07:00

Today was my first day on The Job.

My parents were making noise about how I have too much time on my hands (since I'm homeschooled). So after months of nagging, I decided to do something to save my soul from the torment of the Neverending Lecture.

Now, I work in a Daycare centre from 730am-130pm.

Which means, I'm supposed to feed, play, carry, clean, coax, put to sleep, wear shoes, take off shoes, read to- for SIX WHOLE HOURS. And on top of that, I'm not allowed to cry and yell when they do.

I'm in charge of the toddler and baby group.

Have you heard The Tale of the Terrible Twos? Well, you must. Because I assure you- there is nothing more Terrible, than the Terrible Twos- especially when theres a whole class of them!

The first task I had today was to change Eugene "Oh and you have to change his diaper also". I was like WHAT?!!! Two years old still wear diapers meh?

This is my full exposition on Changing a Boys' diapers.

So there we were in the dimly lit baby room. Just Eugene and I. He looked at me, I looked at him. Suspiciously, I said, "Did you poo poo?". He stared at me blankly. I stifled a laugh because he really looks like Mamee Monster!

Then I said "Ok ok, lie down. No wait, stand stand".... it was those diaper-pants type. And they were soggy!!! I almost died. I held my breath and quickly yanked off the diaper making sure my fingers did not kena.

Then he stood there somemore. I HAD TO POWDER HIS DOWN THERE OK! CAN DIE -_-

So I said "Give me your hand". Then I poured some powder into his palms and I said "Ok, you put". He stared at me blankly. "Uh, put this on your kuku ciao" then I took his hand and showed him how. Note * I did not touch his jewels... I gave him more powder and he happily dabbed away, on his backside, his frontside. He was having loads of fun. He sprinkled powder on the floor and all over me!

"Ok ok enough! Now you lie down". And he did, what a good kid? My conclusion is, a pantless baby is an insecure one. Strap on a pair of pants on him-and say hello to your worst nightmare. So if you want to control them, take off their pants.

So anyway, I picked up the fresh diaper and unfolded it. This one was the conventional type with the sticker and all. I examined the complex structure of the diaper, it was like rocket science to me. Poor Eugene's ass must be freezing on the marble floor (yes, I laid him on the floor not the baby mat)...

I had to hurry and figure out which goes on in front. And, the diaper looked a tad bit small for him. Correct ah? Aiyoh, mampus. I was about to give up when the Kakkak walked right in and I begged her to take over.

Phew!

Don't judge me yet, even though I abandoned Eugene during our time of crisis, he still came over to manja manja with me. And I fed him lunch ok!

The rest of the day- I had to clean boogers, pick up babies who were crawling away, teach tiny hands how to hold a crayon, fetch water, push swings, take temperature. My arms are sore- i kid you not. Babies make really great weights.

So far, I'm still alive. I don't know how long I will stay in this job. Just don't make me do any poopoo or weewee stuff, and I might last a little longer.

I'll put up some pictures when I get them. Till then folks.

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2007-08-28T09:36:00.000-07:00

Two muffins are sitting next to each other in an oven.

One muffin turns to the other and says, “It’s starting to get hot in here.”

The second muffin says, “Holy cow! A talking muffin!”

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Parasailing in Penang

2007-08-21T01:45:00.000-07:00

Kudos to me for doing another spontaneous thing...This is so not me. But I like it. I like not being me.

The breeze was strong, the sand was damp-ish. The clouds were grey.
But I was tempted.
However.

I wasn't sure of their safety procedures. What are the risks involved? Do I have to sign any documents that might exclude liability? Are their equipments up to standard? Is there a backup parachute in case this one fails? bla bla bla.

For RM50, obviously not. They strap you up. And mumble some instructions. "Hold this, pull this"- briefing did not even take 2minutes.

The whole time I was thinking, that's it? Before I could even think further, I was being dragged into mid-air unwarned. As I was lifted up into the atmosphere, my heart raced and I thought "OH GOD, what am I doing??!"

But then I was hit with the most amazing feeling. When I looked down, I saw the endless ocean and my feet dangling above it. When I looked ahead, I saw the most breathtaking sight- it was almost sunset! I felt weightless, and careless. I closed my eyes and thanked the Lord for the marvelous works of his hand.

It all ended too soon, with a very unglamourous, unbecoming landing.

But who cares? At least Im cool now- I went Parasailing ah!

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Monday Blues

2007-08-12T23:07:00.000-07:00

What a long weekend
I'm glad it's over.

I woke up at 12:56pm.
I am recuperated.
Yes, hate me. hate me.

I live The Life.

No, that's not exactly true.

It sucks that I ate IndoMie [express noodles] for brunch. And it sucks how I'm fantasizing about moist chocolate cake drowned in warm chocolate sauce.

When you are craving, the saying 'A moment on the lips- forever on the hips' means as much as shoes to a fish.

There are some days, albeit rarely- where I am completely spontaneous and would do something totally unplanned. I felt like checking myself into one of those glossy tiled, tinted window-ed restaurants where they serve you caviar for appetizer and fold their napkins into seashells or wateverrrr. I felt like pampering myself to an incredibly snobbish-slice-of-chocolate- sin.

But then I remembered the state of my piggy bank. And let out a big sigh and moan at the same time- if that's possible. My tongue shall never taste it's glorious riches.

So I ransacked my fridge and decided raisins would have to suffice.

well, to a great week ahead!

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I snipped at Snips

2007-08-10T01:12:00.000-07:00

One morning I woke up and realized that I needed Great Hair.

My hair was limp, thin, dry and dull. To make matters worse, my hairline was receeding! I kid you not.

You know how they say a woman's hair is her crowning glory? Mine wasn't crowning, nor was it glorious. It was just...hair.

My self esteem plunged to the deepest depths of the self-esteem scale. Depressed and demoralized, I spent the next few days in quest of The Perfect Hairstyle.

I was so desperate, that I was willing to do whatever it takes. I Googled various types of hairstyles, had a Hair-Conference with my girlfriends, looked up the internet for the best hairstylists in town and a host of other ridiculous things.

Finally, someone with Quite-Great-Hair referred me to Pedro. Exasperated and tired of searching, I thought "Ah, what the heck" and booked a slot with him.

The best part was when I asked Pedro what he planned to do. With a flip of his comb and scissors, he replied haughtily and with flair, "We are here to change you". Fuh. That's what you call actionnn...

..............Lisa is a happy camper!

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Pictures From Phuket

2007-08-02T09:18:00.000-07:00

By the way, it was The-Much-Deserved-Holiday.
In my opinion Phuket is overrated- but great company made everything worth it.

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Gloat Gloat Gloat

2007-08-01T07:56:00.000-07:00

.......................am i the first? am i? am i?

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Tomorrow, I will be here....

2007-07-25T09:25:00.000-07:00

Tan Galore

2007-07-22T09:14:00.000-07:00

My uncle is back for the summer from Canada. So we had a Tan PotLuck; one of it's kind!

When 30+ of you are squashed into a double storey terrace, you suddenly realize that this IS a very BIG family.

I walked in and grandma said "Who are you?"...she wasn't kidding. Grandma's don't kid. It took her a couple of minutes to recognize me. Gasp.

Auntie AhPoh brought stools instead of spoons so some of us had to eat with forks. HaHa.

The seremban uncle was going around telling everyone to take his England-Optical-Calendar and that we should look for him if we want cheap specs.

Ahhh, it was choatic. The nice type of chaos.

Even so, it was hard not to notice Auntie Sally's absence [she passed away early this year].

But the Tan's must move on! SO we do what we do best. Eat and make lots of noise.

Everyone was screaming "Durian durian!" and "OI! Get the wine"...I know, what a combo eh? No one died!
Valerie- caught in action. Doing what she ALWAYS does...harass me! She looks quite scary here, and I look quite scared- I really truly was scared. She's making me promise to see her next monday.

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2007-07-11T02:28:00.001-07:00

I've been MIA...haha, I mildly dislike people who say MIA. So eighties. ugh.

Speaking of eighties, I was bridesmaid last weekend- and I had a reallyyyyyy Agogo hairstyle. It was pushed to one corner and PERMED! GAK! But hey, at least I can go to my grave knowing what I look like in an Agogo hairdo. Do youuuuuuuu??? No regrets there!

I'm supposed to be on break, but I've been up to neck in goodness knows what. One after another, they come roll-roll-rollin' in...weddings lah, reunions lah, mission trips lah, farewells lah- tak habis habis.

Until today.

I slept. The whole damn afternoon.

That's the life. And I have it.

I woke up, and I was on the floor.
Must've rolled down...it was that good a sleep. Roll down also dont know.

Sometimes, I just love doing nothing.

Lalalalala

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Honesty, the best policy

2007-06-25T09:52:00.000-07:00

From a menu in some cafe : Water with lemon? Pretty honest if you ask me.

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Tiffany! You take my breath away

2007-06-20T10:16:00.001-07:00

Elsa Peretti® Open Heart pendant. Round brilliant diamond, carat total weight .03.
Sterling silver. 16" long.
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2007-06-18T07:48:00.000-07:00

11 people- 10 men and 1 woman were clinging to a rope hanging down from a helicopter. They decided one person had to let go or they would all die.

The woman gave a touching speech about how she would give up her life to save the others because females were used to making sacrifices for their husbands and their children and not did not expect anything in return.

When she had finished speaking, all the men clapped.

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It's another Wedding!

2007-06-17T09:09:00.000-07:00

When they told me I was to be maid of honour- I realized it's time I did something, QUICK! So I grabbed Envyo(the other brides maid) and checked us both into the nearest gym.

I think it's a security thing. You feel more confident when you see that card peeking out of your purse. Whether you actually lose any weight or not is besides the point. A confident woman, is a thin woman! Correct?

The final fitting...

If there's one thing I've learnt it's, never ever refer to him as the tailor, its the designer- and remember that! The Designer- Kris Wong. Quite the whiz.

I wondered what it feels like to have a gf with the perfect body. So I decided to try it out.

And Envyno wanted to know what it feels like to have a gf with perfect boobs. "There you go, clasp your hands right thereeee.."

Out of the jeans into The Dress....Green is the new Pink, which was the new Black.

And finally, the gorgeous gorgeous bride! That's what you call 'SexyBack', Justin Timberlake can sau pei.

Oooooooohhh! Dontcha just love weddings? I is excited!!

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2007-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

This blog leaves much to be desired.

It's the same feeling you get after a bland, cold Japanese meal. You just wanna run off to Heng Kee BakKutTeh and gorge your face with some oily, fatty chunky PORK.

I owe myself an apology. Yes.

But to be blatantly honest, I can't keep up with this mad blog rat race. Stamina is I have no.

Every nicompoop(or not) owns a blog.

It's just like tattoos/losing your virginity.
Right?

Not cool anymore.

You throw a stone, you hit 10 bloggers. YAWN.

And what do you get?

scroll. picture in a club
scroll scroll. picture in a club with 5girls who like carbon copies of each other
scroll scroll scroll. picture of self in 15 different angles.

What's new laaa...

People not shy to confess that they are cam whores wan meh? I feel the word 'cam whore' is being prostituted. No pun intended. But I shy wan lor...

It's getting tiring. I'm not jealous of Kenny Sia, but I want to diss him. Because I think he's trying too hard. To the point where it's just not amusing.period. Well, whatever keeps the money rolling in eh?

That's why I read Karen Cheng every so often to remind myself of the reason why blogs were even created. She's some wholesome healthy family fun for everyone!

Speaking of family fun. I hope you are not under the impression that I love posting ridiculous pictures of my parents. But really, they can be the most fascinating sight sometimes.

Yes, this is my fathers stomach. Yes, he drew it himself. And yes, he really thought it was very funny. No, he's not really that fat.

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Lisa De-stresses

2007-05-18T01:24:00.001-07:00

It's a loverly day! Even though the sun is merciless, and rashes are starting to form all over me, and my hair feels greasy and my first paper is like, 13days away....it's still all fine and dandy.

Ahhh, the smell of freshly baked cookies, always therapeutic.

I dumped fistfuls of muesli and cornflakes into my mixing bowl, and out came this. I won't say they are incredible, because that will just be too narcissistic of me...

They just kick ass.

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Boy Toys...not!

2007-05-14T23:30:00.000-07:00

I have this one student, he's a really nice boy and all.

But see, he's not like most little boys. He has thing for girly stuff- like fairies, and Minnie Mouse and Pink. I don't suppose it's anything serious.

Why can't he play with his sisters dolls & grow up macho? I don't see the big deal. Don't let society mould you! Embrace yourself!

So one day, before class started he said to me...

Boy : Wait wait. I want to get my toy to sit on top of the piano and watch me play
Me : ok ok, go
*scampers back a few minutes later*
Me : Power Ranger? Since when you play with Power Rangers?

Me : I thought you don't like boy stuff?
Boy : I don't..
Me : But isn't this a boy toy?
Boy : No, that's yellow Power Ranger. Kimberley- she's a girl...
Me : Really? *inspects toy*
Boy : Ya, see, she got breasts...

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To my married friends

2007-05-07T09:02:00.000-07:00

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), and so say all of us

I won't say "Go forth and multiply' because it's just too cliche.

So I'll say,

"May you have the urge to merge &
That many Junior Jin's would emerge
Have fun, but not too much
Or you would end up in a crutch"

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Boys on the Beach

2007-04-26T01:54:00.000-07:00

The legendary Beach Boys. Don't laugh ok. I know they look really odd- people in the 60's all looked odd wan lah. Odd was their black.

The Beach Boys are an American rock& roll band. They recorded 36 hits & many best-selling albums. They are especially well known for their distinctive vocal harmonies. They have sold more singles and albums than any other American rock band.

I went on a frenzy downloading Beach Boys songs....yes, I know illegal music is stealing. Nevermind lah, half the band is dead anyway

What I love about their music is that it really has that beachy-surfy-coconut trees-hawaiian shorts-sunblock feel to it. You can't help but sing along. Not the humming type of sing along, but the yell till your lungs hurt & your face turns green type....It's SO MUCH FUN!

You should try it. But shut your doors and windows. Your neighbours might call the cops.

Just out of curiousity, I did a look-up on them. The original Beach Boys were made up of 3Wilson brothers, their cousin and a friend. Their early hits made them major pop stars, although their status as America's top pop group was usurped in 1964 by the emergence of The Beatles who became The Beach Boys' major creative rival.

Soon, Brian Wilson began experiencing mental problems- the stress of maintaining a high level of creativity was too much for Brian to bear. The band began to reshuffle. Over the years, they continued to produce albums and played in front of millions. Soon, and like any other band Beach Boys started to phase out and were soon replaced by younger, better bands.

It's quite tragic how it ended. Some members suffered from alcohol and drug abuse, several times even appearing on stage drunk! Finally Dennis & Carl died from drug abuse. And Brian was continued to be mental.

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My number is 88

2007-04-21T09:48:00.000-07:00

Obediently, I was glued to my seat, butterflies did tiny swirls in my tummy. I was unsually prim and proper; black robe, mortar board and all. Diplomates were up next, I was number 88.

Vice Chancellor was presenting his speech, it was amusing how this English man pronounced Dato' as Dah-Took. I allowed his voice to trail off into oblivion as I took in the reality of it all...

I'm here! Did I really make it? It's still surreal...

I scanned the room- many were Dips, some Associates, some Licentiates and there were the 5 Fellowhips graduates- they are the Music demi-gods. There was a 9year old boy who was graduating with a Licentiate in Music!

I paled in comparison to these people, I only had a measly Dip. But I was reminded of how even that did not come without a price. Hours of gruelling practice, determination & faith was crucial- what more them? Don't play ok, they will kick your ass- they are dangerous people. They can tell what key you are speaking in also...

My piano teacher, my inspiration and friend- Auntie Jackie.

Her patience, tolerence & Godliness never fails to amaze me. She's one of those people you find difficult to forget. Forever ready to teach and encourage. Especially during the dark & storm, when I was trembling in fear of the dreaded exam-she spurred me on, she prayed for me.

She's a damn good bullsh***er. Even if your playing is cringe-worthy, she'll tell you good try!

She's those type. I owe her one.

Of course, what would I be without the The Father & The Mother....

Phew, I'm so relieved. And it is finished.

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