HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2006 !!!

GONG XI FA CAI !!!
GONG XI FA CAI !!!
GONG XI FA CAI !!!



It is again the Year of the Dog under the chinese zodiac.
I wish all my fellow DaWGz... heh! a great year ahead.

I will be returning to the country I grew up in for the CNY period.
I'd like to meet up my extnd'd family in Malaysia.
Darren
YuMing & SuYin
Kwang
Stephen
Heng
Dick
YungShin

It has been awhile...





It is written that those of the Year of the Dog prosper in the year their zodiac comes about again.

I have had a pretty tough time in 2005, many shake-ups and wake-me-ups.
There was a great loss for me, accompanied by paralyzing sorrow... and then, a chance to pick myself up.
And, I have moved on... a little more mature and proud of the scars.
I've also learnt the value of honesty, giving a hard days work and being more responsible for my actions.
There has been many good friends who have depended on me and/or helped me out... I thank you all for the experience.
And, there was the shock and anger over the loss of my car, the Mirage.
There have people who have shared my life; some whom have hurt me, others who have moved on and those who will remain friends.



My thoughts on the previous year?
I am not an asshole~ per se, but I have the tendency to slide down that path.
I shall check myself and ensure I always have a steady footing...



The start of 2006 has been kind to me.
All I can say is that,' I love you, Mum and Dad... for provisions, wisdom and a better future for my household.'

I promise to do better.

back in KL ^_^

It feels great to be back in Malaysia.
I'm going to be staying at my parents place in KL.

There was, sadly, a lack of prospects on the flight home.
The flight was boring...
The guy who sat beside me had this little boy lost look.
Reminded me much of Darren. *blur*
Didn't talk much though... slept most of the journey.

Got off the plane at 5am... *yawn*
KLIA was deserted.
I was surprised that the duty free shops were open.
Grabbed some cheap smokes...
Kwang? come and collect your CNY edition Marlboros...
I couldn't find the Marlboro Silvers.
Sorry man~



Then I walked out of the airport...
The heat and the noise.
The hustle and the bustle.

Def~ a much more dynamic city than Melbourne.

Waiting on Ming, so I can grab some yumcha~
Prob blog on and off as the weeks go on.

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage...

Garden Digging... mafioso style

An old Italian man lived alone in the country. It was spring and he wanted to dig his tomato garden, as he had done every year, but it was very hard work for the aging man, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was currently in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty badly because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just too old to be digging up a garden plot. If only you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Not for nothing, but don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love, Vinnie

The next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old man's house and dug up the entire area. However, they didn't find any bodies, so they apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Vinnie

Everything I Know About Men I Learned From My Sons

Sara's two sons taught her many important lessons -- and some surprising ones -- about the true nature of the male mind.
by Sara Peyton



#4 Men really will rescue a damsel in distress

When Leason was 13, I persuaded him to get involved in his school play.I think he volunteered to work on lighting. That is until I got a call a few afternoons later from his drama teacher. She wanted to cast him as Bernardo in West Side Story.

"Do you think he'll say yes?" she asked anxiously. Only if you don't ask him, I replied. Tell him he must take the role because there's no one else, I coached. From my sons I learned the secret of appealing to the males' natural gallantry. Sure enough, when Leason arrived home he opened the door with a bang. "Bad news," he said with obvious pride. "I have to be in the play." By the way, he made a wonderful Bernardo.



#5 Boys really don't understand girls

When my boys each entered seventh grade, they settled down -- along with their other rowdy male pals. Even teachers who found their earlier boisterousness annoying began to like them. Especially because at this age, their cute, quiet, and polite female counterparts became nutty, hormone-induced drama queens. When my sons returned home from school, I heard daily reports of intense female hysteria -- crying and more crying. But if I asked my sons what actually happened, they were utterly and deeply clueless.

If I wanted to know, I talked to the girls or their mothers. The intricate complexities of pre-teen female culture -- the cliquishness, the intimate chats, unforgivable slights, and the like -- escaped my sons. They weren't all that interested. Of course, all that changed only few years later. Then, they had to play catch up. And they are still catching up. As is their father. As are most of the men I know.



#6 Guys (secretly) love to cuddle

When a boy figures out he's becoming a man, he starts pulling away from his mother. Cuddling on the couch becomes banned. Seemingly overnight a once snuggly pajama-clad tyke morphs into a video playing preteen pinning 'Keep Out' signs on the bedroom door.

Still, the grown man in your bed -- the father of your children -- no longer needs to prove his independence. He loved to cuddle as a toddler and probably wants to do it again with someone. That person might as well be you.

thoughts at 3am on a Wednesday...

to have courage gathered
and to have strength preserved
to stand over a hill watching, waiting
anxiety poisons your mind
fear paralyzes your hand

to stand defiant aagainst the rising tide
you take a step forward
over the edge to insanity, into the maelstrom

prescient... I am unfortunately not
to win the battles but, I still lost the war

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along

now? my body lies broken
the mind is shattered and fragile
pride is trampled and lost

I'm losing you and its effortless

my concious self is shaken, the fabric torn
but hope will carry me through
and courage will induce me to move on

nothing more than apathy...

time heals all wounds
memories fade and are forgotten
humour preserves the better moments

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head

but, life does go on...

Over My Head

by the Fray


I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind