For many years I fought a personal war in my own home, success came in the form of laughing children, prancing dogs and the absence of FEAR. Domestic violence is difficult, not only to live in but also to escape. Sufficient pressure built over time, I stood up, said "No More" and continued to stand tall. For the first time in my life, I made my own decision, hat tip to Ole Blue Eyes (blowing kisses) "I DID IT MY WAY".
Beyond the tears and legal battles, 2 other lives stood behind me shielded from the despicable arrows. Little was known of the emotional turmoil they have endured having witnessed the outrage in their own home.
Almost 2 years later, their battle scars emerge. Slowly, these little voices speak about their fears then, and the lingering fears now. Apprehension that they may be next to get thrown around. Then they approached the one person they could trust, as least they thought. Only to be betrayed, so disappointed by this loss of trust, a child begins to turn inward, fortunately they came to me. My only hope is that I will not fail them and continue to gain their trust.
Losing trust is devastating.
Betrayal is more painful than punches.
When you lose the trust of a child, you can never earn it back.
Too bad their relatives have crossed the line to the other side.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
May 23, 2007
Phew!! Dancing with the Stars took its final bow last night. For the first time an athlete won the title, an ACTIVE athlete precisely. Emmit Smith won, yes yes yes, however he is a retired football player. Personally the long dragged out intermission is annoying. Goodness for that monthly steep payment to the cable provider for the DVR service, thus the one who rules the remote control can fast-forward through the jabber. STOP!! Carrie-Ann Inaba is holding up a paddle. At least I saw a legend of mine, Mohammad Ali.
*yawn. Another season ends. Boo hoo.
Nuff said.
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This was a conversation I overheard at the store between 2 men, probably in their late 20s.
"Did you see how the Army is wasting all that money looking for the 3 soldiers who wandered away?" Person 1.
"Yeah. What a waste man. They can spend the money on me instead." Person 2.
Laughter erupts. I steered the cart as quickly as possible to the next aisle to confront these imbeciles. They are a lot bigger than me and they smelt bad.
To the imbeciles, your conversation should have developed this way,
"I hope the MARINES locate the missing soldiers alive and punish those responsible." Person 1.
"If it weren't for their bravery, we will not be here looking at toothpaste smelling like 3 week old laundry, in the comfort of an air-conditioned major retail store. " Person 2.
*yawn. Another season ends. Boo hoo.
Nuff said.
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This was a conversation I overheard at the store between 2 men, probably in their late 20s.
"Did you see how the Army is wasting all that money looking for the 3 soldiers who wandered away?" Person 1.
"Yeah. What a waste man. They can spend the money on me instead." Person 2.
Laughter erupts. I steered the cart as quickly as possible to the next aisle to confront these imbeciles. They are a lot bigger than me and they smelt bad.
To the imbeciles, your conversation should have developed this way,
"I hope the MARINES locate the missing soldiers alive and punish those responsible." Person 1.
"If it weren't for their bravery, we will not be here looking at toothpaste smelling like 3 week old laundry, in the comfort of an air-conditioned major retail store. " Person 2.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
A different Approach this time
4 years ago, as the results of the US elections were announced on the tele, I relayed the results onto a global chatroom. In the same night I was labelled a "racist red-neck hillbilly American elmer fudd". Just because I could receive CNN live on my tele. Of course those who know me laughed and are still laughing.
With this election, the stupidity of the candidates emerged prematurely. Smear tactics successfully transformed the candidates into self-effigies drowning in their bad odour.
Except for a struggling, Rudy Guliani, none of the candidates have come close to interesting. If Rudy can bring back his passion on Sept 12, 2001, he will prevail. In view of the current lack of intelligence, class, honor and of course heart, I will turn my attention to the other side of political analysis.
Focus shall be on the Best Heartfelt Lines by a Presidential Candidate.
Still waiting to hear one.
Take it from this polyglot, speaking the heartful truth is easier than lying.
To all the candidates, examples are omnipresent, "you will reap what you sow."
With this election, the stupidity of the candidates emerged prematurely. Smear tactics successfully transformed the candidates into self-effigies drowning in their bad odour.
Except for a struggling, Rudy Guliani, none of the candidates have come close to interesting. If Rudy can bring back his passion on Sept 12, 2001, he will prevail. In view of the current lack of intelligence, class, honor and of course heart, I will turn my attention to the other side of political analysis.
Focus shall be on the Best Heartfelt Lines by a Presidential Candidate.
Still waiting to hear one.
Take it from this polyglot, speaking the heartful truth is easier than lying.
To all the candidates, examples are omnipresent, "you will reap what you sow."
Monday, May 14, 2007
Or else ??
Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, declared today at a conference in UAE, to retaliate severely if the US attacks Iran. Hm .... how would they retaliate, perhaps with the nuclear bombs and other WMD smuggled from Iraq that Iran apparently does not possess. Go ahead, lets call the bluff.
*throws in a few chips into the pot.
The world have been down this road not long ago, in the similar fashion, blar blar blar, again from ashort height deprived, sicko insane mentally challenged leader, in the shape of Kim Jung Il.
*yawn, just reached the solution to defuse this situation.
Let's just send Hillary over into Iran. *too easy. How about this devoted fool-proof plan, just air drop Hillary in a Jean-Paul Gaultier (kisses to the man) pointed halter-top into Tehran, preferably into Ahmadinejad's bedroom. Allow Hillary to talk her way out of the situation. Make sure we have crews of camera men from a disposable reality show following them. Whichever way, it will be a whole lot of whoopee.
*throws in a few chips into the pot.
The world have been down this road not long ago, in the similar fashion, blar blar blar, again from a
*yawn, just reached the solution to defuse this situation.
Let's just send Hillary over into Iran. *too easy. How about this devoted fool-proof plan, just air drop Hillary in a Jean-Paul Gaultier (kisses to the man) pointed halter-top into Tehran, preferably into Ahmadinejad's bedroom. Allow Hillary to talk her way out of the situation. Make sure we have crews of camera men from a disposable reality show following them. Whichever way, it will be a whole lot of whoopee.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
On this day ...
May 10th....
Means .....
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to Mr Mike T.
Happy Birthday to yoooooooooouuuuuuuu.
Hehehe ... go ahead, Mr J. use this information with care.
Means .....
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to Mr Mike T.
Happy Birthday to yoooooooooouuuuuuuu.
Hehehe ... go ahead, Mr J. use this information with care.
In short ...
The overplayed saying, "Life is short."
How short? Physically, they can range from 3 feet tall to 110 storeys high. In the last few months, the lesson was obvious in the most insignificant. A simple trip to the family doctor that almost turned deadly, but unveiled the genuine sincerity from hearts, big or small. Giggles from a small group of short legged ones chasing 3 grown dogs while eluding dog poop, music to the ears. Serene smile across a black labrador while she laid the kids' pool, watching the other dog following the flock of birds fly past overhead, that smile is Mona Lisa.
The reality is that these moments will never return, the kids will grow up toooo fast and before I know it, I am no longer "Cool". Summer will be over and winter will sit in, covering the once green lush back yard into another winterland.
Taking it as I can, because life is too short.
How short? Physically, they can range from 3 feet tall to 110 storeys high. In the last few months, the lesson was obvious in the most insignificant. A simple trip to the family doctor that almost turned deadly, but unveiled the genuine sincerity from hearts, big or small. Giggles from a small group of short legged ones chasing 3 grown dogs while eluding dog poop, music to the ears. Serene smile across a black labrador while she laid the kids' pool, watching the other dog following the flock of birds fly past overhead, that smile is Mona Lisa.
The reality is that these moments will never return, the kids will grow up toooo fast and before I know it, I am no longer "Cool". Summer will be over and winter will sit in, covering the once green lush back yard into another winterland.
Taking it as I can, because life is too short.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
March 28, 29, 2007. Trip to ER, again.
March 28, 29, 2007.
Trip to ER.
One more point for my boy toy Bill Gates, his visions of omnipresent computers has saved my sanity. Can you imagine being in bed for hours or days without any idea if or when you are heading home, begging for a shower, 2 day underwear cannot be turned anymore, etc etc.
Bothered by a nagging chest cold for a week, I caved and harrassed my cute family (married) doctor. In good faith, he prescribed an anti-biotic for the wheezing in the chest and Predosone, an oral steroid for the inflammation of the breathing system. Been there done this drug combination of an anti-biotic and steroids before. Wrote the check, left the office, went to Walmart to fill the prescription and spent more money. Chinese takeout for dinner. Took some steroids. Read the information pamphlet that accompanied the anti-biotic, since I had a previous allergic reaction with Zithromax. According to the instructions, this anti-biotic, tetracycline is to be taken 1 hour before or 2 hours a meal. Shucks!!! Waited around for 2 hours, while my chest seem to be getting worse. A few bouts with the albuteral nebulizer, barely made a dent in the relief efforts. 2 hours passed, time for dose number 1 of tetracylcine, a 4 chain of benzine rings. Blah Blah
The girls tended to themselves very well, getting themselves all ready for the night. Well done.
An hour later, I felt my throat constricting, I eluded to the fact of the unswept house, a little swig of Benedryl should help and did, just for a while.
12Am, About 4 hours after the first dose of the tetracycline, I finally arose from the couch. A wave of nausea overtook me, accompanied with a bout of heavy coughs. Mad bee line to the porcelain throne, disappointed to reacquaint with my dinner.
Heart-pounding, breath taking, and panic stole the next scene. I called out to upstairs, following thundering footsteps. "I cannot breathe, I think I am having an allergic reaction to the anti-biotic." I heard, "I am calling 911." I sat down on the coffee table, helped to find some numbers, gathered the medications and pamphlets. Suddenly, firemen and paramedics rushed through my front door. The next thing is the last thing I remembered, a pair of firemen boots and a paramedic was putting a gas mask over me, only bare sensations registered.
This is written about 6 hours later from the hospital bed, some of the haze is clearing. Amidst the painful surge for air, all I felt were 2 thumps.
Stories, movies and shows have been written about encountering loved ones who have passed away in a near death experience. My late Grandma appeared and smiled, holding her arms gently by her belly, the angelic beauty of my life. We had a conversation about the weather while strolling amongst trees. Grandma walked gracefully, limp less, just keeping in step next to me.
Then I saw a bell, this is the same bell that was passed to Ron. The significance of the bell is sacred, it was meant for his grandfather, however his grandfather never lived to receive it. An elderly Caucasian man was ringing the bell, I don't remember his entire face, just a gentle smile. 3 rings of the Bell.
The sensation was painful, my neck is on its side, but I cannot move. Mentally screaming to myself now, try the toes, wiggle them. They are not responding. Fingers. Maybe I can move them, alas, no feeling there either! Eyes, they are not listening to my commands either. Silence. I don't hear anything. Slowly I start to hear voices. I heard a woman's voice on my right,
"Another stick of EPI. She did not flinch with the first one. And it is not a bleeder."
"We have to run a EKG," said a man amidst returning sensations of someone putting stickers on me.
That same voice,"We many have to intubate her." I was shouting as loudly as i could, NO, you are not sticking a metal spoon down my throat, I want to eat!!
Amidst all the noises and pushing and poking (I believe they were ALL needles), I heard one voice. Not a stranger, not one who passed on. My loved voice, "...Wake UP!!"
"Can someone please straighten my neck, it is killing me," I think it came from me!
"Open you eyes for me," said the stranger on my left.
I tried as hard as I could, I wanted to see Ron. Only a flutter escaped.
A needle entered my right wrist.
"I need to draw some blood," said the lady on my right.
"I need some blood too," came from the left, another man, "I am done."
Lady on the right, "the first one blew out at me."
"Go further up to the elbow if you want blood, there is a fat one ready for you," I said. "Thanks, you know your arm," lady on the right.
"You could have asked first." I said jokingly.
Wisps of cold midst filled my face, at least I started to regain feeling in my face. Ah, the familiar breathing treatment.
"I need to take an x-ray of your chest okay. Please lean forward for me," chimed a lovely voice on the left. I opened my eyes and gazed at her. A look that simply said, make me. They have to move me.
Hands reached all over, err ... complain at a later time. X-rays were taken, all settled in again, however with shakes, uncontrollable convulsions took over my body. Muscles jittered everywhere, extreme opposite to not feeling anything.
Somehow, the crowd began to dissipate. Lights went out, curtains are drawn and quiet.
This is not my bedroom, reality smacked. Something had happened and I don't quite remember.
.... to be continued.
Trip to ER.
One more point for my boy toy Bill Gates, his visions of omnipresent computers has saved my sanity. Can you imagine being in bed for hours or days without any idea if or when you are heading home, begging for a shower, 2 day underwear cannot be turned anymore, etc etc.
Bothered by a nagging chest cold for a week, I caved and harrassed my cute family (married) doctor. In good faith, he prescribed an anti-biotic for the wheezing in the chest and Predosone, an oral steroid for the inflammation of the breathing system. Been there done this drug combination of an anti-biotic and steroids before. Wrote the check, left the office, went to Walmart to fill the prescription and spent more money. Chinese takeout for dinner. Took some steroids. Read the information pamphlet that accompanied the anti-biotic, since I had a previous allergic reaction with Zithromax. According to the instructions, this anti-biotic, tetracycline is to be taken 1 hour before or 2 hours a meal. Shucks!!! Waited around for 2 hours, while my chest seem to be getting worse. A few bouts with the albuteral nebulizer, barely made a dent in the relief efforts. 2 hours passed, time for dose number 1 of tetracylcine, a 4 chain of benzine rings. Blah Blah
The girls tended to themselves very well, getting themselves all ready for the night. Well done.
An hour later, I felt my throat constricting, I eluded to the fact of the unswept house, a little swig of Benedryl should help and did, just for a while.
12Am, About 4 hours after the first dose of the tetracycline, I finally arose from the couch. A wave of nausea overtook me, accompanied with a bout of heavy coughs. Mad bee line to the porcelain throne, disappointed to reacquaint with my dinner.
Heart-pounding, breath taking, and panic stole the next scene. I called out to upstairs, following thundering footsteps. "I cannot breathe, I think I am having an allergic reaction to the anti-biotic." I heard, "I am calling 911." I sat down on the coffee table, helped to find some numbers, gathered the medications and pamphlets. Suddenly, firemen and paramedics rushed through my front door. The next thing is the last thing I remembered, a pair of firemen boots and a paramedic was putting a gas mask over me, only bare sensations registered.
This is written about 6 hours later from the hospital bed, some of the haze is clearing. Amidst the painful surge for air, all I felt were 2 thumps.
Stories, movies and shows have been written about encountering loved ones who have passed away in a near death experience. My late Grandma appeared and smiled, holding her arms gently by her belly, the angelic beauty of my life. We had a conversation about the weather while strolling amongst trees. Grandma walked gracefully, limp less, just keeping in step next to me.
Then I saw a bell, this is the same bell that was passed to Ron. The significance of the bell is sacred, it was meant for his grandfather, however his grandfather never lived to receive it. An elderly Caucasian man was ringing the bell, I don't remember his entire face, just a gentle smile. 3 rings of the Bell.
The sensation was painful, my neck is on its side, but I cannot move. Mentally screaming to myself now, try the toes, wiggle them. They are not responding. Fingers. Maybe I can move them, alas, no feeling there either! Eyes, they are not listening to my commands either. Silence. I don't hear anything. Slowly I start to hear voices. I heard a woman's voice on my right,
"Another stick of EPI. She did not flinch with the first one. And it is not a bleeder."
"We have to run a EKG," said a man amidst returning sensations of someone putting stickers on me.
That same voice,"We many have to intubate her." I was shouting as loudly as i could, NO, you are not sticking a metal spoon down my throat, I want to eat!!
Amidst all the noises and pushing and poking (I believe they were ALL needles), I heard one voice. Not a stranger, not one who passed on. My loved voice, "...Wake UP!!"
"Can someone please straighten my neck, it is killing me," I think it came from me!
"Open you eyes for me," said the stranger on my left.
I tried as hard as I could, I wanted to see Ron. Only a flutter escaped.
A needle entered my right wrist.
"I need to draw some blood," said the lady on my right.
"I need some blood too," came from the left, another man, "I am done."
Lady on the right, "the first one blew out at me."
"Go further up to the elbow if you want blood, there is a fat one ready for you," I said. "Thanks, you know your arm," lady on the right.
"You could have asked first." I said jokingly.
Wisps of cold midst filled my face, at least I started to regain feeling in my face. Ah, the familiar breathing treatment.
"I need to take an x-ray of your chest okay. Please lean forward for me," chimed a lovely voice on the left. I opened my eyes and gazed at her. A look that simply said, make me. They have to move me.
Hands reached all over, err ... complain at a later time. X-rays were taken, all settled in again, however with shakes, uncontrollable convulsions took over my body. Muscles jittered everywhere, extreme opposite to not feeling anything.
Somehow, the crowd began to dissipate. Lights went out, curtains are drawn and quiet.
This is not my bedroom, reality smacked. Something had happened and I don't quite remember.
.... to be continued.
It is already May!!
How time flies. Half of the year has passed, the kids will be out of school in a month, winter chills still refuse to leave, Hillary hasnt choked on her cookies, etc. It is already May!! Time for the good ole boys to start playing in the dirt, aka FARMERS and planting season for the city slickers. Time is zipping past too fast.
Some how there is still never enough time to finish that list with only 2 items, Clean house and kids.
Some how there is a lesson behind all this rush.
Some how there is still never enough time to finish that list with only 2 items, Clean house and kids.
Some how there is a lesson behind all this rush.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Something to read or talk about
Singapore is a little little country in the South East Asia, so small that most of the world is oblivious of their existence. They are really really spoilt there. Really.
The headlines in the International Herald Tribune, Business Section, "In Singapore, a local Switzerland for Asia's wealthy".
How spoilt you may ask....
The headlines in the International Herald Tribune, Business Section, "In Singapore, a local Switzerland for Asia's wealthy".
How spoilt you may ask....
Singapore's vision for the high-life can be found at Sentosa Cove, a
secluded development on the edge of a small island theme park off Singapore's
coast. Chandran is building his home there, among sites that sold for as much as
$9.9 million each. Sentosa Cove has a 400-berth marina with 10 spots for
mega-yachts, two golf courses so far and a casino resort on the way.
That spoilt.
One for the fans or fan or errr ...maybe
To those who have kept up with this post, my apologies to you. Unlike previous seasons, Dancing with the Stars have gone unscathed this time. Simply due to my lack of interest in this season's participants. *yawn. Bring in John Travolta!! Travolta, rumored to have charming dance ooze from his pores can revive the ailing interests in spoilt beings trying to be hard-working. *yawn.
The political scene is waning with the Democrats running down main street with their tails between their legs waving a white flag before the first sissy punch is thrown.
Another drunk politician is laid to rest, so more vodka can be shared with the rest of Russia.
Grandma was right, never trust the Japanese or a Communist. Years ago the Chinese tried to export soy-sauce made out of HAIR. Rivers close to a chemical plant were flowing green and orange, according to a Chinese authority, were due to high levels of nutritional iron and vegetation. *scratching head. Selling blood is good for the body because it increases the level of regeneration of the body, by the way, the fatigue is not due to AIDS, just your body resting. To increase the richness of the pet food, whisk in some melamine and make sure we use some of that cheap contaminated grains. No one will know, after all the world is so dependent on China, there is nothing they can do.
*yawn.
Nothing much happening, just the same old same old routine - errr .... perhaps.
The political scene is waning with the Democrats running down main street with their tails between their legs waving a white flag before the first sissy punch is thrown.
Another drunk politician is laid to rest, so more vodka can be shared with the rest of Russia.
Grandma was right, never trust the Japanese or a Communist. Years ago the Chinese tried to export soy-sauce made out of HAIR. Rivers close to a chemical plant were flowing green and orange, according to a Chinese authority, were due to high levels of nutritional iron and vegetation. *scratching head. Selling blood is good for the body because it increases the level of regeneration of the body, by the way, the fatigue is not due to AIDS, just your body resting. To increase the richness of the pet food, whisk in some melamine and make sure we use some of that cheap contaminated grains. No one will know, after all the world is so dependent on China, there is nothing they can do.
*yawn.
Nothing much happening, just the same old same old routine - errr .... perhaps.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Which government would you be in?
Singapore is back in the headlines again, the Singapore Government to be precise.
In an article, Reuters on the disputed earnings of Singapore government officials, an apparent raise is scheduled for the members of the Singapore government, sparking a wave of controversy amongst Singaporeans. 20% of the population earns S$991 monthly or S$12,000 annually, compared to the S$1.2Million annual income of the officials.
In an article, Reuters on the disputed earnings of Singapore government officials, an apparent raise is scheduled for the members of the Singapore government, sparking a wave of controversy amongst Singaporeans. 20% of the population earns S$991 monthly or S$12,000 annually, compared to the S$1.2Million annual income of the officials.
SINGAPORE (Reuters) - The salary of the prime minister of Singapore is more than three times that of U.S. President George Bush and about four times that of Japan's Prime Minister Shinzo Abe. But that is not enough. Singapore's Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong may soon be getting a hefty pay rise as part of a controversial ministerial salary hike that has infuriated many
Singaporeans. Lee, who is estimated to earn about S$2 million (669,265 pounds) per year, said last month that the salaries of Singapore ministers, top public officials and judges have fallen way below benchmark private sector salaries and may need to be doubled.
"Itis critical for us to keep these salaries competitive, so as to be able to bring in a continuing flow of able and successful people," Lee said in a speech in March.
Lee said that Singapore ministers, who currently earn about S$1.2 million a year, should be earning S$2.2 million. Details of the new ministerial salaries will be announced in parliament on April 9.
Since 1994, the salaries of Singapore ministers have been set at two-thirds the median pay of the 48 best-paid bankers, lawyers, accountants, engineers, and executives in multi-nationals and manufacturing firms. But the latest salary hike, which comes at a time when income disparity in Singapore is wider than ever, has sparked an outpour of unusually blunt criticism from Singaporeans. Continued...
Now even a Senior White House Official is also feeling the urge to leave for
monetary Reasons.
"I'm going to emigrate and run for office in Singapore," the official said
on condition he be identified only as "a senior administration official who sits
in disbelief after reading that story.On Monday, the Singapore government had announced a fresh 25.5 percent pay hike for Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong, boosting his salary to 2.05 million dollars per year. Bush gets paid 400,000 dollars per year for doing his job, according to the White House."
Things that make you go "HMMM".
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I'm Back!!!
Yeap I am back in the swing of things.
I knew I needed a vacation, however, the one I had taken wasnt up to expectations. Amidst all the commotion, I am still compiling the details to be posted soon.
Kudos to the guru of all mankind, Bill Gates, the owner of those big firemen boots, a lady named Mary, a handsome night nurse named Jason, some other people in scrubs, my Knight and of course his little followers.
Details will be posted soon.
Another hardwood floor beckons my sand paper and fingers.
I knew I needed a vacation, however, the one I had taken wasnt up to expectations. Amidst all the commotion, I am still compiling the details to be posted soon.
Kudos to the guru of all mankind, Bill Gates, the owner of those big firemen boots, a lady named Mary, a handsome night nurse named Jason, some other people in scrubs, my Knight and of course his little followers.
Details will be posted soon.
Another hardwood floor beckons my sand paper and fingers.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Time to....
Months have past since taking the new position of "stay-home-parent-driver-cleaning crew-chef-Tim the Toolman wannabe". Keyword : MONTHS.
It has been beautiful months,
time to let me see my children grow,
time to watch the seasons change,
time to finally focus on the needs of a home,
time to use my power tools,
time to paint walls,
time to re-finish a wood floor by hand,
time with "puppies" the size of mini-horses,
time to find peace and
time to find bliss.
In short, time well spent. For everything else ... there is er.... LATER.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Forgetting to Thank
A few weeks ago a close friend was going through some difficult times, awkardly, I could not think of any consolations, or the right words to say, I could only hug. In the midst of the washing dishes, a silent prayer for strength. Strength, but not for myself. A prayer for someone else.
Weeks later, the waters have calmed.
Then I realized that I forgot to thank for a prayer answered.
How many times have that happened?
This time, thank you, big dude.
Weeks later, the waters have calmed.
Then I realized that I forgot to thank for a prayer answered.
How many times have that happened?
This time, thank you, big dude.
Just Some of the Old Antics
Over the weekend, I caught the latest installment from BBC America, Robin Hood. I have probably every movie and series of the Legends of Sherwood Forests, from Errol Flynn, Stewart Granger, Sean Connery, Jason Connery, Michael Praed, Kevin Costner, Cary Elwes and introducing the latest, Jonas Armstrong. All the versions have relayed the myth well, "return the dues to the poor."
As the Presidential election draws closer, I think the political scene lacks a Robin Hood. Think about it, George W. Bush entered the Presidential Race as an underdog, unknown to most except the son of a previous President. Almost like Robin Hood, known only as the Earl of Huntington. Both have shown to the people their modesty and humble hearts. President Bush with his carhartts and dirty boots, or when he stood shoulder to shoulder with a construction worker at Gound Zero after September 11th. Robin of Loxley took from the rich and gave to the poor, putting his people before himself. Taking on a life in the wilderness instead of his servant-filled luxurious manor.
*tapping fingers - still waiting for the new Robin Hood.
*Hillary Clinton is not Marian, even though she is maidy.
As the Presidential election draws closer, I think the political scene lacks a Robin Hood. Think about it, George W. Bush entered the Presidential Race as an underdog, unknown to most except the son of a previous President. Almost like Robin Hood, known only as the Earl of Huntington. Both have shown to the people their modesty and humble hearts. President Bush with his carhartts and dirty boots, or when he stood shoulder to shoulder with a construction worker at Gound Zero after September 11th. Robin of Loxley took from the rich and gave to the poor, putting his people before himself. Taking on a life in the wilderness instead of his servant-filled luxurious manor.
*tapping fingers - still waiting for the new Robin Hood.
*Hillary Clinton is not Marian, even though she is maidy.
Happy ....
It is that time of the year when I get to embarrass a dear friend.
*clearing throat....
*straightening hat ....
"Happy birthday to Fred....
"Happy birthday to Fred....
"Happy birthday to FRRREEED....
"Happy birthday to Fredmeister."
*dogs howling here.
Hat Tip to you Fredmeister.
*clearing throat....
*straightening hat ....
"Happy birthday to Fred....
"Happy birthday to Fred....
"Happy birthday to FRRREEED....
"Happy birthday to Fredmeister."
*dogs howling here.
Hat Tip to you Fredmeister.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Hot off the Newswire
The line up for the new season of Dancing with the Stars have been announced:
For the girls:
*Billy Ray Cyrus, achy breaky dud
*Joey Fatone, singer from N'Sync
*Vincent Pastore, A member of The Sopranos
*Ian Ziering, Steve Sanders in Beverly Hills 90210
*Apolo Anton Ohno, Olympic speed skating champion
* Clyde Drexle, basketball legend
For the boys,
*Leeza Gibbons, TV presenter
*Paulina Porizkova, model
*Sandi Finnessey, model
*Heather Mills, model
*Laila Ali, her father is Muhammed Ali
So, tell me what is wrong with this line-up? The boys get the eye candy models and beautiful women dancers. The girls get the over-weight mobster and boys with greasy hair.
*smacking forehead
For the girls:
*Billy Ray Cyrus, achy breaky dud
*Joey Fatone, singer from N'Sync
*Vincent Pastore, A member of The Sopranos
*Ian Ziering, Steve Sanders in Beverly Hills 90210
*Apolo Anton Ohno, Olympic speed skating champion
* Clyde Drexle, basketball legend
For the boys,
*Leeza Gibbons, TV presenter
*Paulina Porizkova, model
*Sandi Finnessey, model
*Heather Mills, model
*Laila Ali, her father is Muhammed Ali
So, tell me what is wrong with this line-up? The boys get the eye candy models and beautiful women dancers. The girls get the over-weight mobster and boys with greasy hair.
*smacking forehead
Another Month...
Another month is getting coser to the end. How time flies when there is sooo much to accomplish. All this cleaning, cooking and driving has an effect on the psychic. We have downgraded to pre-school lingo and revolve around the schedules of Diego and Blue's Clues.
On a lighter note, I attended my first ever Knights Templar Inspection over the weekend. Err, actually I spent the afternoon with the wives and companions. Firstly, I was beat from cooking the night before. Secondly, I was not in blue jeans, rather I was in a formal outfit. Thirdly, the conversations did not revolve around politics, power tools, football, any kind of sports, military toys or the V8 engine in the new Jeep Commander. The afternoon was "QUAINT"! Fortunately, the debutant upbringing came in handy. Hard to believe, this was part of my childhood... I have become ... my MOTHER!!!!
ARGH!!
Go ahead ... yeah... keep laughing.
Talk about a generation gap.
On a lighter note, I attended my first ever Knights Templar Inspection over the weekend. Err, actually I spent the afternoon with the wives and companions. Firstly, I was beat from cooking the night before. Secondly, I was not in blue jeans, rather I was in a formal outfit. Thirdly, the conversations did not revolve around politics, power tools, football, any kind of sports, military toys or the V8 engine in the new Jeep Commander. The afternoon was "QUAINT"! Fortunately, the debutant upbringing came in handy. Hard to believe, this was part of my childhood... I have become ... my MOTHER!!!!
ARGH!!
Go ahead ... yeah... keep laughing.
Talk about a generation gap.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
I suppose
With some time left, I suppose I will write my thoughts on the Superbowl. Firstly, the thrill and excitement before a football game was amiss. Probably this is the final game, the last game for a while, the curtain call. Amidst all the fumbles and turnovers, it was a good game. I had taken bets on the Colts, simply they were never given a chance despite their almost flawless season. Throughout the season, Manning's critics labeled him as the forlorn, never winning a Superbowl. In closing, (yawn) dear critics, please eat your socks. A lesson on picking too much on the underdog.
Doggie Room Update
2 hours later, the second coat of polyurethane and stain is applied. I have to endorse a product due to the ease of use. For stain and gloss of wood floor I have been using MinWax PolyShade, this contains the stain and polyurethane in 1 can.
One word: NICE.
Now I have to wait 6 hours ( or less, I left the ceiling fan on because I cannot reach the pull cord).
Time for back therapy, aka, nap time with Bengay.
One word: NICE.
Now I have to wait 6 hours ( or less, I left the ceiling fan on because I cannot reach the pull cord).
Time for back therapy, aka, nap time with Bengay.
Project: Doggie Room
This is just one of the projects I am working on.
A spare bedroom in the process of conversion into a study/home office.
The origins, a plain carpeted room with WHITE walls and FLOWERY borders (yuck).
Onto the walls, a green of Pyrenees Pine, and a cream Eldorado Sand, plus the special white line.
A spare bedroom in the process of conversion into a study/home office.
The origins, a plain carpeted room with WHITE walls and FLOWERY borders (yuck).
Onto the walls, a green of Pyrenees Pine, and a cream Eldorado Sand, plus the special white line.
Tada!! I have a camouflage room, D'oh!!
No!!! I have an army room!!
It may come in handy for interrogating little kids.
Add a border to the whole system.
Pull up the carpet to reveal hard wood floor.
2 more days on my hand and kness, sanding and finishing the floor.
This is the close up of the inspiration, DOGGIES.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I better get an A
The project is 95% complete, phew, especially after 2 weeks of nagging and protests from the prime candidate. We have a social studies project due this week, a presentation on a country of choice. Easy lah, this one has to be SINGAPORE mah. ( do I hear laughter from Fred?)
All the research, cutting, pasting, searching, we are done!! Fortunately the engineer in the house had to help too. SOme interesting facts we have arrived at:
Singapore is only 270 square miles, with a population of 4 Million and GDP of $124 Million (2006). Comparable to Hancock county, 570 square miles, and about 70,000 population.
Even Disneyworld is bigger than Singapore!
All the research, cutting, pasting, searching, we are done!! Fortunately the engineer in the house had to help too. SOme interesting facts we have arrived at:
Singapore is only 270 square miles, with a population of 4 Million and GDP of $124 Million (2006). Comparable to Hancock county, 570 square miles, and about 70,000 population.
Even Disneyworld is bigger than Singapore!
A merlion, half mermaid, half lion, symbol of Singapore.
Singapore, Central Business District.
Singapore at dusk.
Here are other interesting facts the candidate arrived at: Singapore is almost similar to USA, the same sports are played, similar cuisines (I grew up with MacDonalds too), similar languages.
National flower is the orchid, we used a picture of the houseplant.
For extra points, we listed the most popular person from Singapore, who else, MOM!
Total cost of project: $20.00.Time spent on project: lost count.
Free lessons to a 9 year old on Singapore: Priceless.
For everything else, there is the library or the web.
PS: I will update on my final grade.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Simplicity of life
Friday, February 02, 2007
How Cold?
Dear readers who are not in the same time zone, it is bloody cold here. How cold?? 22F.
The consolation, it can be colder, and the electric grid is still operational. This is the time of the year when the beauty of the snow blankets all other frustrations, such as a cold car, freezing air, rough hands, the bloody fire wouldnt start, etc etc. It can be colder.
The beauty and joy of the season, when the dogs dash through the yard and roll on their backs, covering themselves with snow.
The beauty of the season are the driveby smiles from the little bundled purple eskimo making snow angels in the front yard.
The beauty of the season.
The consolation, it can be colder, and the electric grid is still operational. This is the time of the year when the beauty of the snow blankets all other frustrations, such as a cold car, freezing air, rough hands, the bloody fire wouldnt start, etc etc. It can be colder.
The beauty and joy of the season, when the dogs dash through the yard and roll on their backs, covering themselves with snow.
The beauty of the season are the driveby smiles from the little bundled purple eskimo making snow angels in the front yard.
The beauty of the season.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Snow all around
My family and relatives have always questioned my decision to remain, in their opinions, "remote, isolated and cold" Ohio. Flakes of snow falling gently towards the white blanket that used to be green grass, as laughter from children making snow angels, while the "puppies" roll on their backs with wide smiles, those are the simple reasons.
For the few moments, the blazing temperature of 12F does not matter.
... to be continued
For the few moments, the blazing temperature of 12F does not matter.
... to be continued
Monday, January 22, 2007
Still an engineer.
For more than a month now, I am the "Domestic Engineer" of the block. This position has perks unlike any jobs I ever had. Amongst the daily responsibilites are bus driver, chef, cleaner, judge, cleaning woman, listening ear, painter, plumber, gopher, handy-man, and most important one of all .... BANK.
I can hear my parents screaming from somewhere else on the globe, "YOU HAVE A DEGREE IN ENGINEERING!" Sigh, unfortunately that is very true, despite my lack of devotion to the trade.
There are similarities in the disciplines, I am still cleaning up spills, re-routing supplies (in this case food and garbage), still fixing things and most of all I am still paying the bills.
According to M Tobe, "Once an engineer, always an engineer."
I can hear my parents screaming from somewhere else on the globe, "YOU HAVE A DEGREE IN ENGINEERING!" Sigh, unfortunately that is very true, despite my lack of devotion to the trade.
There are similarities in the disciplines, I am still cleaning up spills, re-routing supplies (in this case food and garbage), still fixing things and most of all I am still paying the bills.
According to M Tobe, "Once an engineer, always an engineer."
From the back-burners ...
What is your winning speech at the Oscars?
Who will you thank and how will you thank them?
The fastest, most visible 45 seconds of your life to express your gratitude for life will be played universally.
This is my draft,
"Ah Ma oi!! Thank you to my Grandmother, silently strong omnipresent, a vision of focus when I close my eyes. The muses, the beautiful children who test the limits of patience. Thank you to those who stood aside and applauded as I continued on the yellow brick road. Thank you to those who never gave me a chance and tried to steer my life into the black-hole. Thank you to those who tried to break me. I have reached my goals due to you."
*Ah Ma refers to my late maternal grandmother.
This were thoughts I had a few weeks ago, publication of thoughts have been delayed due to scheduling conflicts.
Who will you thank and how will you thank them?
The fastest, most visible 45 seconds of your life to express your gratitude for life will be played universally.
This is my draft,
"Ah Ma oi!! Thank you to my Grandmother, silently strong omnipresent, a vision of focus when I close my eyes. The muses, the beautiful children who test the limits of patience. Thank you to those who stood aside and applauded as I continued on the yellow brick road. Thank you to those who never gave me a chance and tried to steer my life into the black-hole. Thank you to those who tried to break me. I have reached my goals due to you."
*Ah Ma refers to my late maternal grandmother.
This were thoughts I had a few weeks ago, publication of thoughts have been delayed due to scheduling conflicts.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Last Sunday (cont.)
Alas, the final cheer and scream and dog hugging.
Colts are heading to the Big Game.
My love for New England runs deep, however, my admiration for the under-dog cuts deeper. This was a great game, nail-biting, see-saw touchdown scores.
One of my "puppies" gets excited with my level of interests, he thinks raised arms for a touchdown score is equivalent to jump and hug. Usually this results in a "doggie"tackle, I cannot resist a 120lb collie-retriever.
So the Sunday ritual comes to an end, at least for a few months. There is also a possibility the tube will carry a good game of football next weekend too. Football, only feet allow. Hahaha.
Fred and Ron, sorry about the Steelers stinking so bad this season. I mean they really really really did badly, so bad that ..... hahaha. Got'ya!
Colts are heading to the Big Game.
My love for New England runs deep, however, my admiration for the under-dog cuts deeper. This was a great game, nail-biting, see-saw touchdown scores.
One of my "puppies" gets excited with my level of interests, he thinks raised arms for a touchdown score is equivalent to jump and hug. Usually this results in a "doggie"tackle, I cannot resist a 120lb collie-retriever.
So the Sunday ritual comes to an end, at least for a few months. There is also a possibility the tube will carry a good game of football next weekend too. Football, only feet allow. Hahaha.
Fred and Ron, sorry about the Steelers stinking so bad this season. I mean they really really really did badly, so bad that ..... hahaha. Got'ya!
The Last Sunday
This is the last football filled Sunday!!
Boo hooo hooo.
A few pointers and demands for future Sundays:
* A CORDLESS COLOUR T.V. is very useful,
- When a room also needs painted, correctly and neatly.
- in order to conplete the "fix-it" list.
- if you want clean dishes.
* portable no spill coffee maker.
- see above for reasons.
I would have loved the Saints in the Superbowl. They can use a win for New Orleans and hear "The Saints are Marching In." Instead the Bears are heading to the Big Game.
Currently the Patriots are pounding the Colts. Belichek, please give the kid, Manning a chance to the big game.
***back to the game.
Oh yeah, today is the first major snow in town, about 1/2 inch.
Boo hooo hooo.
A few pointers and demands for future Sundays:
* A CORDLESS COLOUR T.V. is very useful,
- When a room also needs painted, correctly and neatly.
- in order to conplete the "fix-it" list.
- if you want clean dishes.
* portable no spill coffee maker.
- see above for reasons.
I would have loved the Saints in the Superbowl. They can use a win for New Orleans and hear "The Saints are Marching In." Instead the Bears are heading to the Big Game.
Currently the Patriots are pounding the Colts. Belichek, please give the kid, Manning a chance to the big game.
***back to the game.
Oh yeah, today is the first major snow in town, about 1/2 inch.
Friday, January 19, 2007
How time flies
Can't believe January is already over!
Where has the time passed to?
I have been enjoying hiatus from employment, especially the last position in the firm of Hell, ran by a conniving Devil. He will get his retribution, but not from me, I am keeping my hands clean.
All in all, it has been a good start. I have severed legal ties with the bastard who stole 8 years of life. Imagine being the slave, in physical, emotional and monetary terms, while the rest of the family continue with their denial. Yes the signs and pleas were there, however the in-laws continue to turn the blind eye. A medal of good acting is awarded for the lies told, may his parents live with their decisions that "ignorance is bliss". My children will definitely be protected from the vice that their father have surrounded himself with. My children have learnt gratitude, a quality that their father lack. They have seen the darkness and realize the clouds have cleared. An invaluable lesson the children learnt is honor and honesty. Simply defined, he "bit and tried to break the hand that fed him". He will get his retribution, but not from me, I am keeping my hands clean. (Behave Luigi, let this go.)
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The rain from the last weeks have found their way into my basement too. A few inches in the basement is still a blessing in comparison to the inches that fell. 2 of the new additions to my home really enjoyed the abundant mud. They ran, slid and ROLLED in the mud! When fatigue kicks in, these minature horses trample into the house, decorating little paw prints where ever they go. Awwww....... not funny! (Pictures will be posted soon)
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"Do I watch Oprah?
What do I do all day?
How do you survive?"
- these are some of the questions thrown my way lately.
Well, I am the local "bus", chef, cleaning crew, dog walker and my favorite, TIM THE TOOLMAN. Yeap, I play with power tools daily. Currently I am working on the dining room and home office simultaneously. Shall I reiterate my non-preference for wall paper covers. This is an enjoyable hiatus, being the full time parent to alot of kids, fix up the house and discovering. Having fewer "wants" is cheap, avoiding places with cash registers also help.
Dear John and Keepers, thank you for your support. I am adjusting fine and someday will fulfill my promise to help.
Where has the time passed to?
I have been enjoying hiatus from employment, especially the last position in the firm of Hell, ran by a conniving Devil. He will get his retribution, but not from me, I am keeping my hands clean.
All in all, it has been a good start. I have severed legal ties with the bastard who stole 8 years of life. Imagine being the slave, in physical, emotional and monetary terms, while the rest of the family continue with their denial. Yes the signs and pleas were there, however the in-laws continue to turn the blind eye. A medal of good acting is awarded for the lies told, may his parents live with their decisions that "ignorance is bliss". My children will definitely be protected from the vice that their father have surrounded himself with. My children have learnt gratitude, a quality that their father lack. They have seen the darkness and realize the clouds have cleared. An invaluable lesson the children learnt is honor and honesty. Simply defined, he "bit and tried to break the hand that fed him". He will get his retribution, but not from me, I am keeping my hands clean. (Behave Luigi, let this go.)
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The rain from the last weeks have found their way into my basement too. A few inches in the basement is still a blessing in comparison to the inches that fell. 2 of the new additions to my home really enjoyed the abundant mud. They ran, slid and ROLLED in the mud! When fatigue kicks in, these minature horses trample into the house, decorating little paw prints where ever they go. Awwww....... not funny! (Pictures will be posted soon)
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"Do I watch Oprah?
What do I do all day?
How do you survive?"
- these are some of the questions thrown my way lately.
Well, I am the local "bus", chef, cleaning crew, dog walker and my favorite, TIM THE TOOLMAN. Yeap, I play with power tools daily. Currently I am working on the dining room and home office simultaneously. Shall I reiterate my non-preference for wall paper covers. This is an enjoyable hiatus, being the full time parent to alot of kids, fix up the house and discovering. Having fewer "wants" is cheap, avoiding places with cash registers also help.
Dear John and Keepers, thank you for your support. I am adjusting fine and someday will fulfill my promise to help.
Monday, January 15, 2007
FOOTBALL
A battle has been raging on the definition of "FOOTBALL".
Football according to dictionary.com, varies by the language or country of origin, simply, whether you are in or out of the USA. American football or just FOOTBALL.
Let's us look at the obvious differences:
FOOTBALL aka soccer
1. The most popular sport in the WORLD.
2. With the exception of the goal-keeper, no hands allowed!
3. Legendary champions are recognized world-wide: Pele, Maradona, Zizou, Ronaldo, Becks.
4. An international sport where every country is given the same opportunity (except the USA).*
5. The only protection are on the shins and places you don't want to grab (unless you are looking for a whooping).
6. Football widows really exist.
7. Fans will give up their lives to watch the game.
8. Employers buy "Football Insurance" during Cup fever.
9. Football has deceiving pretty faces.
10. Hair accessories are unisex when worn in football, it is sexy when you wear your wife's hairband to a match.
11. A universal chant. Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay.
12. CNNi devotes time to Football scores.
American Football, aka NFL:
1. Played with the hands.
2. Extreme amount of protection is worn. (wuss)
3. Men encourage women to dress as skimpy distraction.
4. Loyal fans are somewhere out there. (this is a delicate subject in this town)
5. Fans are usually on the couch.
6. The players always conceal their faces.
7. If an NFL player wears his wife hair band to practice, er, that is just not right.
8. No universal chants.
9. No airtime on CNNi.
Football or Football, when one season ends the other fills in. All in all, both footballs are followed by me, played in the backyard, keep me up at night, finally, none of the ankle-biters like it on the tube.
Football according to dictionary.com, varies by the language or country of origin, simply, whether you are in or out of the USA. American football or just FOOTBALL.
Let's us look at the obvious differences:
FOOTBALL aka soccer
1. The most popular sport in the WORLD.
2. With the exception of the goal-keeper, no hands allowed!
3. Legendary champions are recognized world-wide: Pele, Maradona, Zizou, Ronaldo, Becks.
4. An international sport where every country is given the same opportunity (except the USA).*
5. The only protection are on the shins and places you don't want to grab (unless you are looking for a whooping).
6. Football widows really exist.
7. Fans will give up their lives to watch the game.
8. Employers buy "Football Insurance" during Cup fever.
9. Football has deceiving pretty faces.
10. Hair accessories are unisex when worn in football, it is sexy when you wear your wife's hairband to a match.
11. A universal chant. Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay, Oh-lay.
12. CNNi devotes time to Football scores.
American Football, aka NFL:
1. Played with the hands.
2. Extreme amount of protection is worn. (wuss)
3. Men encourage women to dress as skimpy distraction.
4. Loyal fans are somewhere out there. (this is a delicate subject in this town)
5. Fans are usually on the couch.
6. The players always conceal their faces.
7. If an NFL player wears his wife hair band to practice, er, that is just not right.
8. No universal chants.
9. No airtime on CNNi.
Football or Football, when one season ends the other fills in. All in all, both footballs are followed by me, played in the backyard, keep me up at night, finally, none of the ankle-biters like it on the tube.
I rather be ...
I started watching the Patriots - Chargers game, ate some chips and salsa, yawn.
Somehow the level of excitment was lower than usual, the game was technical, full of fumbles and intercepts. Both teams are formidable, having plowed every opponent they met along the way. Chargers have been a strong team. The Patriots have shown their might Belichick style. Finally a welcomed commercial break, I accidentally retrieved the list of shows recorded on the cable box.
Behold!! Superbowl Top 10! *** pressing PLAY.
Yeah, I saw that game and that game and that game too.
Wow!! Even the anti-football 9 year old began cheering, she has a soft spot for Jerry "FIFI" Rice. Good to see the God of Football in action, number 16, Joe Montana.
Once again, I was crowned the football great of the house.
*cheering
Time flew, Patriots 24 and Chargers 21. Nothing was more exciting than watching the Greats of Football, especially when the crowning moment is bestowed upon .... ME.
Somehow the level of excitment was lower than usual, the game was technical, full of fumbles and intercepts. Both teams are formidable, having plowed every opponent they met along the way. Chargers have been a strong team. The Patriots have shown their might Belichick style. Finally a welcomed commercial break, I accidentally retrieved the list of shows recorded on the cable box.
Behold!! Superbowl Top 10! *** pressing PLAY.
Yeah, I saw that game and that game and that game too.
Wow!! Even the anti-football 9 year old began cheering, she has a soft spot for Jerry "FIFI" Rice. Good to see the God of Football in action, number 16, Joe Montana.
Once again, I was crowned the football great of the house.
*cheering
Time flew, Patriots 24 and Chargers 21. Nothing was more exciting than watching the Greats of Football, especially when the crowning moment is bestowed upon .... ME.
Friday, January 12, 2007
The latest news
Have you heard?? Football is getting a shakeup!!
Beckham did not renew his contract with Real Madrid, instead he has signed a $250 Million contract with some unknown club in LA.
What the **** are you thinking?? To L.A?
What kind of exposure will you get in the US? The Americans play football with their hands!
David Beckham, you are a great captain, an highly skilled player, for the money that will be funneled to you please try the following:
1. Please increase live telecast of football games, especially when the World Cup is in season, not delayed transmission.
2. Please do not flaunt that headband on the streets of LA. The last thing we need are the little gangsters running around the city streets with headbands shooting up neighbourhoods for a pair of high cut shoes.
3. Please keep your wife from picking fights with neighbours. There is enough scandals and filth in the news.
4. Please give as many interviews to the American media as possible, there is a need for more Foreign English on the air.
5. Encourage other team mates to LA, Zizou, Ronaldo, Owen and the CROUCH (a comic relief).
In case if you havent figured it out, this is about football as in SOCCER!!!!
Beckham did not renew his contract with Real Madrid, instead he has signed a $250 Million contract with some unknown club in LA.
What the **** are you thinking?? To L.A?
What kind of exposure will you get in the US? The Americans play football with their hands!
David Beckham, you are a great captain, an highly skilled player, for the money that will be funneled to you please try the following:
1. Please increase live telecast of football games, especially when the World Cup is in season, not delayed transmission.
2. Please do not flaunt that headband on the streets of LA. The last thing we need are the little gangsters running around the city streets with headbands shooting up neighbourhoods for a pair of high cut shoes.
3. Please keep your wife from picking fights with neighbours. There is enough scandals and filth in the news.
4. Please give as many interviews to the American media as possible, there is a need for more Foreign English on the air.
5. Encourage other team mates to LA, Zizou, Ronaldo, Owen and the CROUCH (a comic relief).
In case if you havent figured it out, this is about football as in SOCCER!!!!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
iPod nanoooo nanoooo
Dear financially happy Grandfather to my children,
The girls are somewhat excited about their Christmas gift from overseas. A lackluster reaction due to their oblivion of the purpose of the "toy", in addition, immediate imposition of strict regulations and use limitations crushed all further elation.
These rules are hereby imposed, any violation is punishable by law, including but not restricted to confiscation, imposition of the time honored isolation in the corner, and the partake of cruel and unusual cleaning duties.
1. Before first use, parental control have to imposed on the product, all content will be screened and approved by The Power.
2. Do not disturb The Power during initialization.
3. Really, do not forget rule 2.
4. Any content conversion is time consuming, see rule #2.
5. Upon completion of preparation, minutes of humiliating pleading is recommended for a touch.
6. Upon receipt, please review product, familiarize with operations.
7. Maintain a reasonable use, abuse of product is a violation, punishable by The Power.
8. Hours of operation are:
The girls are somewhat excited about their Christmas gift from overseas. A lackluster reaction due to their oblivion of the purpose of the "toy", in addition, immediate imposition of strict regulations and use limitations crushed all further elation.
These rules are hereby imposed, any violation is punishable by law, including but not restricted to confiscation, imposition of the time honored isolation in the corner, and the partake of cruel and unusual cleaning duties.
1. Before first use, parental control have to imposed on the product, all content will be screened and approved by The Power.
2. Do not disturb The Power during initialization.
3. Really, do not forget rule 2.
4. Any content conversion is time consuming, see rule #2.
5. Upon completion of preparation, minutes of humiliating pleading is recommended for a touch.
6. Upon receipt, please review product, familiarize with operations.
7. Maintain a reasonable use, abuse of product is a violation, punishable by The Power.
8. Hours of operation are:
- Monday to Friday, 5PM to 6PM,
- Weekends, 12Noon to 5PM.
9. Permission must be granted by The Power if product will be taken across the border or the front door.
10. In the event of any other violations incurred at other institutions, use of product will be provoked.
Dear grandfather, upon conclusion, what did I do to deserve all the extra headache?? Now I have to develop extra tracking senses for 2 iPods in the possession of a 9 year old and a 3 year old. We hope the latter will not dunked hers into the apple juice for a water proof test. A plea for sanity, please just send them $$$ in care of The Power next Christmas.
Monday, January 08, 2007
All the way
DONE: FSU 41, OSU 14.
The irony, the coach from the winning team is from Ohio.
Update: a fitting close, Sarah Brightman and Andre Bocelli, Time to say Goodbye.
The irony, the coach from the winning team is from Ohio.
Update: a fitting close, Sarah Brightman and Andre Bocelli, Time to say Goodbye.
Maybe a riot or 2
FSU 41, OSU 14.
Sad sad sad ending to the undefeated champions.
Columbus may just about see a riot or 2.
Do you know where your car is at?
Sad sad sad ending to the undefeated champions.
Columbus may just about see a riot or 2.
Do you know where your car is at?
Tomorrow morning
At the rate the Buckeyes are getting whooped at the moment, 20 point spread at the 3rd quarter, I can only conclude the following:
- there are a lot of nervous law enforcement officers in Columbus.
- there are a lot of drunks now.
- there will be a lot of people losing money tonight.
- there will be a lot of hangovers tomorrow.
- I am glad I did not put any money down.
- there are a lot of nervous law enforcement officers in Columbus.
- there are a lot of drunks now.
- there will be a lot of people losing money tonight.
- there will be a lot of hangovers tomorrow.
- I am glad I did not put any money down.
What a night
On this chilly Monday evening, 34F outside, a fiery fire burns in the fireplace. Dinner, smoked beef brisket, grilled chicken with romaine hearts, mac & cheese, roasted bell peppers with provolone cheese are comfortably settling in the digestive tracts. Ahhh, sipping the last of the coffee for the night.
OHHH!!! What a run!!
TOUCHDOWN in the first 16 seconds of the game!! Yeah!! What a run by the Buckeyes!!
Halftime score: Gators = 34, Buckeyes = 14.
Err.... 3rd quarter score is still unchanged.
** still sipping coffee.
OHHH!!! What a run!!
TOUCHDOWN in the first 16 seconds of the game!! Yeah!! What a run by the Buckeyes!!
Halftime score: Gators = 34, Buckeyes = 14.
Err.... 3rd quarter score is still unchanged.
** still sipping coffee.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Too close to home
Bangkok, crowded with street merchants, Tut-tuts (pron. toot-toot) filled the streets, a cab fare is negotiated before boarding, food stalls omnipresence with aroma of fragrant meats and vegetables. All in all, Tranquility. That is the Thailand I will always remember. Bali,chimes from beautiful gongs immersed with the clear blue seas and perfume of teak. That felt like such a distant memory, recent unsettling events in South East Asia has been difficult, for anyone.
Ten years ago was the last time I was home, the political and emotional turmoil has taken a new landscape. Bombings, natural disasters, upheavals of pain, seems like the most recent news of SE Asia.
Unfortunately the 9/11 has reached SE Asia. The close knitted countries have a new challenge, continue to exist as seperate entities or make an effort to assist. Any joint efforts will strengthen their resolve against terror. Somehow a generation is lost in the abyss of anger, the generation who forgot about grandma or grandpa fighting for freedom and peace.
To those who hurt, please stop. Think about who you are hurting, sri wari kup. Peace to you.
Ten years ago was the last time I was home, the political and emotional turmoil has taken a new landscape. Bombings, natural disasters, upheavals of pain, seems like the most recent news of SE Asia.
Unfortunately the 9/11 has reached SE Asia. The close knitted countries have a new challenge, continue to exist as seperate entities or make an effort to assist. Any joint efforts will strengthen their resolve against terror. Somehow a generation is lost in the abyss of anger, the generation who forgot about grandma or grandpa fighting for freedom and peace.
To those who hurt, please stop. Think about who you are hurting, sri wari kup. Peace to you.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The Problem with..
The last month of carefree, almost, routine has been refreshing. All good things must come to an end, *wail!!! Or maybe not.
The problem with getting comfortable in house slippers and torn jeans is the comfort level.
*ooops have to go pick up kids from school
...... to be continued.
The problem with getting comfortable in house slippers and torn jeans is the comfort level.
*ooops have to go pick up kids from school
...... to be continued.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Back to FOOTBALL
I cant believe we are closing on the final stretch of football season.
What am I to do with Sundays, Monday evening, and the occasional Thursday?
*still pondering on the alternative.
*still thinking
*cannot arrive at an answer... yet.
*scratching head
*scratching neck
*scratching ****
No answer yet.
All I know is that I have just saved some money on a manicure as all my finger nails have been digested. Can I borrow yours? All the excitement from Sunday!
What games!!
A clencher of the closer from the Steelers and the Bengals. How the hell you missed that field goal!! What a closer from the buckeye duo on the Steelers team to squash the hunger of the Bengal's crave for the Superbowl. The only worth some praise to the Steelers this year, I may have to revive my first love, the 49ers. (Chewing Left Hand)
That is not the same Bears from a week ago. Not the same. Not the SAME!
Have the Chicago Bears become err ... err... errr ... Cuddly CARE BEARS?? Sad Sad Sad, so sad, it is even worse on my 3 year old's 17" Dora the Explorer, tv-combo (Chewing Right Hand).
Brett Favre, you stay cool, get a shave, you still have a mean arm!!
But I think you should take a rest. Still in love with the Superbowl XXXI, against the NE Patriots. Final score 35-21, sadly my dear lovely town of Boston cannot win a place in my heart then. That was THE GAME!! 99-yard Superbowl record kickoff return by Desmond Howard. Brett, also stretch his body to touch the pylon to make sure it was a TOUCHDOWN! Time to let your body rest my man. Then come back and WHOOP ASS!
On a similar note, the girls in the house are counting down to Superbowl too.
They can reclaim the tv on Sundays and Monday evenings. Sundays will not be filled with chants, jeers and lines beginning with "my grandma can do better ..." I guess all the body clashes, spit, sweat, slips, and the game is not their cup of Barbie tea. They better change brand.
What am I to do with Sundays, Monday evening, and the occasional Thursday?
*still pondering on the alternative.
*still thinking
*cannot arrive at an answer... yet.
*scratching head
*scratching neck
*scratching ****
No answer yet.
All I know is that I have just saved some money on a manicure as all my finger nails have been digested. Can I borrow yours? All the excitement from Sunday!
What games!!
A clencher of the closer from the Steelers and the Bengals. How the hell you missed that field goal!! What a closer from the buckeye duo on the Steelers team to squash the hunger of the Bengal's crave for the Superbowl. The only worth some praise to the Steelers this year, I may have to revive my first love, the 49ers. (Chewing Left Hand)
That is not the same Bears from a week ago. Not the same. Not the SAME!
Have the Chicago Bears become err ... err... errr ... Cuddly CARE BEARS?? Sad Sad Sad, so sad, it is even worse on my 3 year old's 17" Dora the Explorer, tv-combo (Chewing Right Hand).
Brett Favre, you stay cool, get a shave, you still have a mean arm!!
But I think you should take a rest. Still in love with the Superbowl XXXI, against the NE Patriots. Final score 35-21, sadly my dear lovely town of Boston cannot win a place in my heart then. That was THE GAME!! 99-yard Superbowl record kickoff return by Desmond Howard. Brett, also stretch his body to touch the pylon to make sure it was a TOUCHDOWN! Time to let your body rest my man. Then come back and WHOOP ASS!
On a similar note, the girls in the house are counting down to Superbowl too.
They can reclaim the tv on Sundays and Monday evenings. Sundays will not be filled with chants, jeers and lines beginning with "my grandma can do better ..." I guess all the body clashes, spit, sweat, slips, and the game is not their cup of Barbie tea. They better change brand.
Monday, January 01, 2007
The first thing we did for the New Year
At 12:02AM, my kitchen was buzzing with plates and silverware. WE WERE HUNGRY!! Out came the cheesecakes (2 kinds), baked apples and coffee.
The shorter ankle biters had apple juice instead.
3 hours ago we were jumping and running through the house, laughing along the way. I believe all the hot water was replaced in the hot water heater, due to the long play time in the bathroom. The kids were acting silly and giggly. Most of all, they were happy.
HAPPY!!
Laughter and giggles as we came out of 2 tumultuous years, filled with anger, violence in the presence of youth and innocent.
That was the past.
Today, we are Happy.
The shorter ankle biters had apple juice instead.
3 hours ago we were jumping and running through the house, laughing along the way. I believe all the hot water was replaced in the hot water heater, due to the long play time in the bathroom. The kids were acting silly and giggly. Most of all, they were happy.
HAPPY!!
Laughter and giggles as we came out of 2 tumultuous years, filled with anger, violence in the presence of youth and innocent.
That was the past.
Today, we are Happy.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Yawn ... another Holiday.
December 2005 vs December 2006.
2005 was COLD and snow covered, about 15F. ( the first snow fell on Nov. 23, 2005)
2006 is cold, actually, not so bad, about 40F and MUDDY!
Perhaps I am showing my age, Christmas needs a revival. Christmas should be about sacrifice (about worship and a day to remember the less fortunate).
Instead the competition between neighbours of the brightest lights and biggest presents have taken center stage. My reality check came in the form of young eyes, a MSNBC documentary entitled, "No Place Like Home". A little girl probably close to my youngest, had to sleep in a laundry basket in a stranger's backyard. Her father and brother laid on the grass under a make-shift tent. At daylight, the older child heads to school, but returns to a shelter. A few hours ago, ironically, I was worried if I had enough presents for my children under the huge tree in the living room. Here we are in the warmth of a house, pouting about the lack of treasures. Somehow, I have to teach the lesson of humility to my spoilt children. Their counterparts are not having Christmas, they are not ripping gift wraps, or complaining that the shirt is not the correct colour. Their counterparts are not very far either, the special was filmed in San Diego.
I may not be able to save all the homeless, but I hope my children will learn a lesson of life.
To give thanks for what they have, and not ask for more than they deserve.
We can see Christmas in many views, I hope that those little blue eyes will shine for a long time and see Christmas from a beautiful view.
2005 was COLD and snow covered, about 15F. ( the first snow fell on Nov. 23, 2005)
2006 is cold, actually, not so bad, about 40F and MUDDY!
Perhaps I am showing my age, Christmas needs a revival. Christmas should be about sacrifice (about worship and a day to remember the less fortunate).
Instead the competition between neighbours of the brightest lights and biggest presents have taken center stage. My reality check came in the form of young eyes, a MSNBC documentary entitled, "No Place Like Home". A little girl probably close to my youngest, had to sleep in a laundry basket in a stranger's backyard. Her father and brother laid on the grass under a make-shift tent. At daylight, the older child heads to school, but returns to a shelter. A few hours ago, ironically, I was worried if I had enough presents for my children under the huge tree in the living room. Here we are in the warmth of a house, pouting about the lack of treasures. Somehow, I have to teach the lesson of humility to my spoilt children. Their counterparts are not having Christmas, they are not ripping gift wraps, or complaining that the shirt is not the correct colour. Their counterparts are not very far either, the special was filmed in San Diego.
I may not be able to save all the homeless, but I hope my children will learn a lesson of life.
To give thanks for what they have, and not ask for more than they deserve.
We can see Christmas in many views, I hope that those little blue eyes will shine for a long time and see Christmas from a beautiful view.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Once upon a time,
*cracking fingers and knuckles
*scratching head
*sip coffee
*sip coffee again
*Scratch neck
Ehhh .... I dont remember how to do this ... it has been a while.
*sip coffee again.
*gulp coffee
Many moons ago, a legal tango began, the routine was filled with high lifts and low brushes. External interferences wore blue uniforms, lawyers were eagerly waiting at the sidelines. Strength was measured in patience, tolerance and the little voice "be an example to children". Speaking of children, they are always hungry, so are their friends, thus the need for employment.
Dec 21, 2006
*cracking fingers
Still lost for contents. The last 3 weeks have been almost fulfilling, for the first time I drove my daughter to and from school. (At least I know where theschool is located). The ankle biters of the house have little complains with the new arrangement, well, they now have a 24 hour full time chef and personal driver. Think of the power!!
I have been advised to file lawsuits against my employment termination. Err... that will be really low. Sometimes, it is just not worth it and some people are not worth the time either. Allow them to roll in their ego and their pats on their backs. What goes around comes around. As the dear witch in Salem reminded me over a decade ago, "Give out good, for you will reap the return in 3s." Now I am enjoying the simplicity of parenthood, and considering the invitation to blog for NFL. Yeap, I have been invited to blog/write about FOOTBALL!!! ( Still under consideration.) Imagine writing about something you really really really enjoy, and maybe get paid for it? *howling.
Oh well, the fairy tale continues.
My house is under the paws of 3 huge dogs and endless hungry kids.
My house has transformed to one of laughs, cheers and smiles.
My house is also known to many as the house of food.
Under the grey cloud is something GOOD.
.... to be continued.
*scratching head
*sip coffee
*sip coffee again
*Scratch neck
Ehhh .... I dont remember how to do this ... it has been a while.
*sip coffee again.
*gulp coffee
Many moons ago, a legal tango began, the routine was filled with high lifts and low brushes. External interferences wore blue uniforms, lawyers were eagerly waiting at the sidelines. Strength was measured in patience, tolerance and the little voice "be an example to children". Speaking of children, they are always hungry, so are their friends, thus the need for employment.
Dec 21, 2006
*cracking fingers
Still lost for contents. The last 3 weeks have been almost fulfilling, for the first time I drove my daughter to and from school. (At least I know where theschool is located). The ankle biters of the house have little complains with the new arrangement, well, they now have a 24 hour full time chef and personal driver. Think of the power!!
I have been advised to file lawsuits against my employment termination. Err... that will be really low. Sometimes, it is just not worth it and some people are not worth the time either. Allow them to roll in their ego and their pats on their backs. What goes around comes around. As the dear witch in Salem reminded me over a decade ago, "Give out good, for you will reap the return in 3s." Now I am enjoying the simplicity of parenthood, and considering the invitation to blog for NFL. Yeap, I have been invited to blog/write about FOOTBALL!!! ( Still under consideration.) Imagine writing about something you really really really enjoy, and maybe get paid for it? *howling.
Oh well, the fairy tale continues.
My house is under the paws of 3 huge dogs and endless hungry kids.
My house has transformed to one of laughs, cheers and smiles.
My house is also known to many as the house of food.
Under the grey cloud is something GOOD.
.... to be continued.
Monday, November 20, 2006
We are #1
My kids began chanting "We are number one" shortly after dinner on Sunday.
Yeap, I shall claim the trophy to First to Put up the Xmas tree (been up for a week, fully decorated I must add).
We hereby claim the FIRST TO HAVE THANKSGIVING! We had our turkey on Nov 19, and ate it. Hahahaha.
We Are Number ONE!!!
Yeap, I shall claim the trophy to First to Put up the Xmas tree (been up for a week, fully decorated I must add).
We hereby claim the FIRST TO HAVE THANKSGIVING! We had our turkey on Nov 19, and ate it. Hahahaha.
We Are Number ONE!!!
Friday, November 17, 2006
Vice versa
I am not a fan of either OSU or Michigan.
But this is one I have to share.
You may substitude accordingly.
Question:
"What is the difference between a Michigan fan and a carp?"
Answer:
"One is a bottom sucking slime-bucket, the other is a fish."
But this is one I have to share.
You may substitude accordingly.
Question:
"What is the difference between a Michigan fan and a carp?"
Answer:
"One is a bottom sucking slime-bucket, the other is a fish."
Thursday, November 16, 2006
There he is!
*********************************************
We value our friendship with Singapore: Laura Bush
By Pearl Forss, Channel NewsAsia Posted: 16 November 2006 1644 hrs
SINGAPORE: While President Bush was meeting Singapore's leaders, his wife was engaged in diplomacy of a softer kind. Some children at the National Library had a very special reading session. They were told the story of a lonely powerful spider by the First Lady of America. The children also got to ask Mrs Bush any question they wanted. The first question fired - Was she popular in America? "I what? Popular in America? Sure," she answered with a laugh. Mrs Bush also told the children about her hobbies and favourite animals, adding that her daughter's roommate in college was a Singaporean. Nur Alijah Ibrahim, 8 years old, said: "She has a garden with many roses, tons of roses, big white house." The first lady also browsed a special collection of books on Asia history from the 16th and 19th centuries. These books are usually kept in dehumidified rooms and were last taken out when the Emperor and Empress of Japan visited Singapore in June this year. During the visit, Mrs Bush said that they value their friendship with Singapore. "I want to tell you how important our relationship with Singapore is and how we value our friendship with the people of Singapore," she said. To welcome the First Lady, the library had specially set up a display featuring American writers. Mrs Bush said she wanted to visit the library because she used to be a librarian and reading is her favourite pastime. - CNA/so
Finally over!!
Bad feet and scantily dressed women are finally off my screen!!
I want those GREEN SHOES!!
I want those GREEN SHOES!!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Ride Emmitt Ride!
Yeap, MVPs have an effect on my kids!
They were doing the Emmitt ride!
Well Dancing with the Stars is FINALLY coming to an end, surprisingly to the same ending as last season. The NFL Football player verses a young punkster. Yawn.
I rather .. er.. er.... take a nap.
They were doing the Emmitt ride!
Well Dancing with the Stars is FINALLY coming to an end, surprisingly to the same ending as last season. The NFL Football player verses a young punkster. Yawn.
I rather .. er.. er.... take a nap.
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