Get ready to laugh your balls off.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Cinderella : Truth Revealed
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Chicken Rice Balls And Durian Cendol






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Monday, November 16, 2009
Happy Birthday...
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Taylor News
Extract from www.perezhilton.com :

After only including releases from the previous 18 months to calculate the best selling albums on the Billboard chart, Billboard will now beincorporating catalog releases due to the massive sales of bothMichael Jackson and The Beatles.
The sales chart on November 25 will be the first official comprehensive chart.
In digital music news 4 artists have already broken Rihanna's track sales record of 9.9 million digital songs in 2008 including Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, the Black Eyed Peas and Taylor Swift.
But the biggest news is probably that Taylor Swift is the only artist that outsold Michael Jackson this year in album sales!
That's a mighty big accomplishment, T-Swizzle! Congratulations!
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
To Lah Or Not Lah
Hello there!! I am blogging from Melaka using my Dad's blackberry. Currently waiting for everyone to finish their showers as there are only two bathrooms. I promise this time I will blog about my trip, complete with photos!! Now we're leaving for Jonker Street. Food, here we come!!!
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Häagen-Dazs
You know, I really don't spend all my waking hours on Pet Society and Restaurant City. Trecia and Lau Yi Ling seem to think so. Well now, this is proof that I don't. I mean I'm not denying that I spend two thirds of my waking hours on Facebook.
Ice Cream
The ice cream truck was always crowded on Sunday evenings. Come to think of it, it was crowded everyday. I silently considered selling ice cream for a living as I waited in line for my turn at the ice cream man. The promotional song playing on repeat was familiar, the pattern and design of the truck were too. I glanced at the number plate and belatedly realized that this was the same truck which sold the ice creams of my childhood, though bitter it was.
There was no child who didn’t like ice cream, not even those who see it as the forbidden fruit. My brother, Cal was the latter. He was the unfortunate of us two, inheriting Type 1 diabetes at the age of ten. Needless to say, sweets and candy were a rare sight in the house from then on. Birthday cakes were replaced with tasteless chiffon ones, Halloween candy were replaced with whole meal biscuits and ice cream was replaced with no ice cream at all.
So at the age of eight, I had my last ice cream. Waiting at the hospital for Cal, hoping for the best, little did I know I was licking my last ice cream. Ice creams to children were like coffee to teenagers, helplessly addicted to them we were. When Cal’s illness was confirmed, my family was devastated. And I was devastated over my new diet. Vain, I know, was my thinking then.
I wanted to blame Cal for everything – the inconveniences, the new adjustments in the household. He didn’t do as much chores as I did anymore - he would tire easily. Mother didn’t expect flying colours from him either. Cal was the centre of everything. I became jealous.
At home, sugar was like gold, but in school, Mother wasn’t there to stop me. I bought sweets, chocolates, cotton candy; anything to satisfy my sweet tooth. Then, I would deliberately eat them in front of Cal. I saw his face twist in envy, and I beamed. Our relationship became strained. Cal tried to make things better; he took his chores back and offered to help me with my homework, but I ignored his efforts. I was being the stubborn little brother, savouring the attention. If only I could take it all back.
Then the accident happened. Death was always something we thought happened to someone else. And so when it hits you, it leaves you hollow in its wake.
It was a hit and run. Cal was on the pedestrian walk when the car came. The driver didn’t bother to stop to check whether Cal was still breathing. Bless the driver that came by next who drove him to the hospital. But even in the car Cal was losing his link to this world. Being diabetic meant blood clotting was difficult; sometimes a tiny paper cut could take weeks to heal. Cal had been knocked down and his head was bleeding, it wasn’t getting any better.
By the time the couple in the car got Cal to the hospital, he was barely breathing. The emergency staff did their best, keeping him alive till we reached him. Mother sobbed, Father frowned with worry, but I could only stare. Staring, but mostly seeing the past. Oh, I’d give up all the sugar in the world to see Cal walk out of this hospital. Alas, it was not to be. The doctor called us into the ward and informed us that Cal had lost too much blood. But the blood clots forming in his brain were the real culprit. He needed surgery, but he couldn’t survive it, him being diabetic.
I knelt beside the bed, head close to Cal’s. His weary eyes took me in; I could see him fighting the pain.
“I’m sorry”, I blurted. My heart twisted in painful ways, seeing my big brother helpless, at the brink of death.
“Sammy, promise me you will eat all the ice cream I couldn’t and didn’t. I never hated you, don’t say sorry. Tell me you’re happy”, Cal whispered, his breath laboured.
“I’m happy, Cal. I’m happy”, I sobbed, ironic though my speech was.
Cal smiled, then closed his eyes forever.
“Sir? What will you have? Single scoop? ”, I had reached the ice cream man. I blinked out of my reverie, and stuttered my order – double scoop vanilla with melted chocolate topping. I sighed, that was Cal’s favourite.
I sat on the park bench, and raised my ice cream as a toast to the heavens and whispered to the wind, “This is for you, Cal. I’m happy.”
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