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I bet you will ROTFLMAO

Me: Hey Genie, do you know that MJ such an asshole and that's why he was in so much of debt?

Genie: Nope, I don't know.

Me: Well, MJ go on 7 figures shopping. (Well, I have to make sure my genie know how much is 7 figures. Well, it is mathematics, you know lar)

Genie: Ya I know, 7 numbers lor.

Me: (Eyes pops out, tongue lashing out, nostril enlarge, ear widen and etc) WHAT !!!!

In the end, I

LOL - Laughing Out Loud +

ROTFL - Rolling On The Floor Laughing (Siu To Look Dei) +

LMAO - Laughing My Ass Off +

and the ultimatum

ROTFLMAO - Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off

PS: I'm unable to disclose the identity of my Genie, you give your brilliant guess. Wuahhhaa

I'm getting old

I always boast and show off in front of Sooky saying that I have good memories. I can remember little tiny things that happen in the past as compare to her.

But lately, I kept forgetting on things that I wanted to do. At one moment, I told myself to carry some stuff, in the next moment, I will forget. Till I'm half way on the road, I was like "arghh, not again!!" .. Is this a sign that I'm getting old?

Scary. If I can rely on my brain anymore, what would I do?

I found this story from one of the forum. I really like it, hence would like to share with you all.

A story worth reading and taken as example in life.... don't lose the moments in life just because of a small quarrel...

This is long but worth reading and is a true story ... you may have received it... but it is worth to be reminded of it again.

WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO....

This is for all the single, married, divorced, separated, widowed individuals, who take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU, read this story until the end, it is such an opener. You will never know…………………….!

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.

Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.

Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.

For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure.

Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."

There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night.

I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him:
"What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out.

Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call.

I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.

At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house.

Maybe he really intends to leave me for good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My God, how could this happen?

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside.

As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother..

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in.

I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death.

I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me:
Following mother's death so did our love for each other...

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.

I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.

As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever.

We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him..

From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.

He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.

He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.

Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.

Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion....

Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..."

From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face....

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.".........

This is a true story...
LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!

I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly showed the devastating power of grudges and anger!

Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as patience....
This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a paradigm shift.. Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a life free of grudge. People please let’s live a life devoid of grudges.

Communication with your loved ones is THE key.

This morning, sooky and myself have simple breakfast (super duper tasty kaya puff from Ipoh with coffee. ps: sooky cannot touch coffee, only anmum lacta milk for her. kakaka)

Then as usual, our super duper naughty daughter Ning Ning will climb up to the chair at the dining table hoping to have her portion as well. Well, she is still a toddler and her morning meal = MILK. So we gave her a little bite of the super duper tasty kaya puff.

Then I started lecturing my daughter:

Me: Ning Ning, do you know that, when you behave and acted like a girl girl, you are such an adorable kids. Do you know that?

Ning Ning: (responding to my lecture, Ning Ning throw a kawaii looks with the sweetest smile on earth to me. Perhaps, she is trying to acknowledge my lectures. Me almost puke blood, when Ning Ning do that. I'm trying to be serious but she is trying to be kawaii. Sooky almost spit out the puff pastry on the table. Jezz)

That's our super duper naughty daughter, Ning Ning.

I got a replacement holiday on last Monday for Agong's birthday. After finished with my errands, we decided to go Sunway Pyramid to let Sooky continue with her shopping spree. Somehow it ended up that I'm the lucky fella on that day. Look below:

sooky's trophy

My trophy of the day. Seiko Criteria SNDB21P1.

Often I have problem looking for numbers to call to our government agency. This post will be updated from time to time with new numbers:

Service Centre’s (PUSPEL) toll-free number at 1 800 88 5252

Today I was requested to assemble a car but I'm not given the manual. Oii, I'm not automobile engineer ok. I'm the bloody dumb IT engineer.

Then instead of me being given spanner or screwdriver but I was given spoon and fork. Screwed you lar.

What am I crapping about, nothing. I'm just a bit of "wayar putus" and a bit of emo onli.

Sooky was recently "released" from her "house arrest". She has been very lucky as compared to Myanmar's opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi who house arrest terms will most likely get prolonged once again.

My dear, don't worry, although you have broken numerous "house arrest" rules during the past 1 month (secret recipe cake, not finishing the ginger soup, not drinking the ginger herb water), I being a non-junta, a very democratic hubby and of course such a lovely hubby will grant you the long awaited Independence.

Once she gained the deserved independence, she decided to go on shopping spree and guess what? That means Sooky is going to create uncountable holes in my wallet.

Yesterday, we talked about some $$$ stuff:

Me: Dear, I think I cannot execute my plan so early leh ... If I do that then I mah lose close to 14K in total .. aiyoyo ...

Sooky: Wah 14K, arr .. then I think I can increase the allocation for my shopping spree. (Me: jaw dropping)

Me: WHAT !! I thought you finished with your "trophies" searching last weekend.

Sooky: Hey, that's only the appetizer .. I'm going for more after this .. (Me, pengsan, fainted, white bubble coming out from the edge of my mouth ... )

Look at here for the trophies and catch of the day !!!!

First, you need to go to FOMEMA Sdn Bhd to get your maid register into their system so that you can bring your maid to medical checkup and x-ray.

Where is FOMEMA Sdn Bhd? It is located at Pusat Bandar Damansara, the immigration, HELP college and other government department.

Lot G1 - G10, Level 3,
Block G (Central),
Pusat Bandar Damansara,
50490 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: 03 - 2094 6188
Fax: 03 -2092 5610

Documents Needed:
- Prepare a bank draft of RM 190 payable to "FOMEMA SDN BHD". You can get this done at any banks.
- Bring a copy of maid's passport
- Bring original passport

Process:
- Get a form from FOMEMA
- Fill in the details
- Choose your preferable clinic/hospital for medical check & x-ray
- Register your maid
- You can bring your maid to the clinic on the next working day. Preferably you call up the clinic to make an appointment or to check doctor's availability.
- After 10 days of medical checkup, call FOMEMA at 03 - 2094 6188 and give them "Worker's Code" to check your maid medical status. You can get the "Worker's Code" details from the form given to you by FOMEMA.
- Duration: less than 30 minutes.

Notes:
- Bring PEN


After you get a "PASSED" for your maid's medical status, you can proceed to PUTRAJAYA IMMIGRATION to get the permit. Yeah, I'm saying PUTRAJAYA and some of you might be asking why not at PUSAT BANDAR DAMANSARA. Yeah, I know also but hoh, Malaysia have 2 sets of working procedure.

If you wanted to do the permit renewal at PUSAT BANDAR DAMANSARA, then you need to have I-Card for your maid. To do I-Card, you need to bring your maid to PUSAT BANDAR DAMANSARA with 1x passport size photo with WHITE BACKGROUND. My maid don't have I-Card so I have to go to PUTRAJAYA where they don't require I-Card. Bravo Malaysia.

Where is IMMIGRATION OF MALAYSIA IN PUTRAJAYA?

Ibu Pejabat Jabatan Imigresen Malaysia
(Kementerian Dalam Negeri)
Tingkat 1-7, (Podium) No 15, Persiaran Perdana, Presint 2,
62550 Putrajaya, WILAYAH PERSEKUTUAN.
Tel: 03 - 8880 1000
Fax: 03 - 8880 1200

Documents Needed:
- 1 bank draft of RM 445 payable to KETUA PENGARAH IMIGRESEN MALAYSIA. (notes if you opt to go to PUSAT BANDAR DAMANSARA then this bank draft have to be made payable to PENGARAH IMIGRESEN NEGERI WILAYAH PERSEKUTUAN)
- 1 copy of passport
- Bring original passport

Process:
- Get your queue number
- Pass the passport to the immigration officer to register
- Make payment at payment counter
- Get your permit sticker from another counter. (I waste most of the time at this counter. Waiting .. waiting .. waiting ....)
- Duration: less than 40 minutes

Notes:
- From my observations, we can reduce all the red-tapes by having the registration, payment and sticker printing in one counter rather than counter hopping.
- Having more officer to serve the public

So folks, if you have time, you should go renew the work permit yourself since it is not too much of hassle. Those bloody agency is trying to squeeze out your hard earned money.