I have an confession to make. When I am bored out of my mind, I read tabloids, magazines, or anything that has juicy gossips in it. Yes, I enjoy them very much, and strangely enough, I find a sense of serenity by reading these news that some deemed to be useless and a waste of time. I guess they give me a few moments to escape from the reality, which I need from time to time. Or maybe reading what the crazies’ been up to make me realised how normal and good my life is and be thankful for that. What crazies? I don’t know, maybe this, this and this. I love juicy gossips, please send more my way! 
Our beloved prime minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Badawi is set to marry his new bride Jeanne Abdullah on Saturday 9 June 2007 at his private residence. I supposed most of you should have read this by now. Apparently the media has been prohibited on digging up background information about the new bride. Maybe it has something to do with her being the sister-in-law of Abdullah‘s late wife Datin Seri Endon Mahmood? Yes, Jeanne Abdullah was previously married to Osman Mahmud, Datin Endon’s brother. That might have made the situation a bit harsh-harsh, but love knows no boundaries right?
Does this come as a shock to some? I guess, but set everything aside, wedding is a happy occasion and here’s my best wishes to Pak Lah and his new bride. I remember Lee Kuan-Yew once said in an interview, a man of heavy responsibilities should has a woman behind him as a pillar for support. So, here’s to Pak Lah, may he find new life and strength with his new bride Jeanne.
Here’s a photo of the bride, Jeanne Abdullah.
photo courtesy of Prime Minister’s Department (taken from Bernama.com)
Related links:
Official announcement
Prime Minister To Wed Jeanne Abdullah Saturday (Bernama.com)
Abdullah Says Jeanne And Him Compatible(Bernama.com)
Screenshots
Mr K and I were going through some photos today and a conversation between us went like this.
Me: Aiyo, these are not good photos at all.
MR K: What?! These are great photos, look at the back drop! It’s perfect!
Me: Are you kidding me? Look at me, I looked so fat! My face is not bright, and I…
MR K: But it’s beautiful!
Me: Ok, let me educate you something about women. When we look at a photo with us in it, we go straight to ourselves. If we don’t look good in it, it’s a bad photo, even if the backdrop is mount everest.
Mr K: That is ridiculous, have to look at it as a whole!
Me: That’s right, as a whole, if we don’t look good, nothing looks right.
Mr K: Woman can be so vain.
Me: Again, right.
MR K: ……
My fellow sista, agree or not?
I came cross this post over at Whatever that reminds me of a similar incident during our tour in Melbourne with my parents. We were on the way to Great Ocean Road, and made a toilet stop at a small cafe. As usual, we took our turn to go to the 2 toilets at the back. I found the lock to be a bit loose and hard to unlock, but didn’t think any of it. So there we were, me and my parents sitting in front having a cup of tea in relaxing mood when suddenly we heard some banging sound coming from the back. So we followed the sound. ‘Help me! I can’t get the door to open!’. There was MR K being locked inside the toilet! WAHAHAHA! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laugh out loud as much as I did. (wahaha). ‘But did you turn the hook? Just turn it!’ Oh the ever so helpful wife was enthusiastically giving some useful instruction as usual, but to no avail, he tried for a good 10 minutes and the lock would not budge. We came to the concussion that he had to spend the rest of his night there and promptly left. The end.
Haha, lame joke attempt. Of course we didn’t. By then the owner of the cafe noticed the few strange Asians crowding in front of the toilet and came to check. He was really embarrassed when he found out his trap of a toilet is holding a hostage inside. He too, attempted to help by giving the same instruction, but how many ways can one turn a toilet knob? It is either turning clock wise or anti-clock wise. So he went and took out his tool box and attempted to do some serious damage take out the lock. Still the toilet decided it is longing for company and decided to hold the hostage longer. By now, we were all in hysterical laughters, with someone holding the camera frantically making the moment a piece of trivia material. All while MR K was sweating it out inside in total darkness, also in hysterical laughter. Why in total darkness? Because the toilet apparently had a time sensitive light switch to reserve electricity, so it went off after a few minutes. Haha.
Finally, the cafe assistance came to the rescue and tried to safe the day by flinging his body against the door to force it open. You’d think the door will just bang open, but no! Kicking at it didn’t help either. That was one tough door I tell you! At the end, it was the combination of banging, hammering and prying with screwdriver that finally did the trick. MR K was finally free!! It was certainly the ‘highlight‘ of our trip. Now every time we talked about the trip, someone will inevitably say ‘remember the time when MR K was locked in the toilet?’ then burst out laughing. Wait, that’s not all, there’s a video clip to saviour the previous memory over and over again, in years to come. Heh! *queued evil laughters*
I think I have a terrible obsession. Just between you and me I would like to confess. It is getting out of hand, and possibly going to damage the trust between me and MR K.
Nah, just kidding, about the trust part. I do have an obsession though. If the few of you recalled, I mentioned in one of my earlier post, I am hopeless when it comes to supermarkets. I love to go to supermarkets, I can stay put at the aisle of cleaning products and look at them one by one for a long time. There is no such thing as a quick grab-and-go in my book. So after a few costly mistakes (letting me lure around for too long and ending up with a few too many cleaning products in the trolley), MR K grew smarter and rarely let me tag along anymore. Or if he does, we zoom pass the aisle. Haha.
Nothing can stop the cleaning monster in the crazy lady though, I still manage to grab a bottle here and here. And we still end up with many cleaners, detergents, magic dusters, cleaning foams and such at home. Hey, they are all put into good use ok. My philosophy is, you can’t have too many cleaning agents at home. As to MR K, he has given up, because he figured more cleaning products = clean house = happy wife. And nothing bids a happy wife at home (taken straight from the horse’s mouth). 
So the cleaning monster gets to continue her saga. If you would pardon me, I will go and admire my collection right now.
Today, I eat-too-full-nothing-to-do, so was going around the house and taking aimless shots. Here’s a photo of my nightstand, one my favourite corner in the house. It’s nothing fancy really, but I just love this little table by my bed. It’s a small DIY table painted in distressed style. Here’s what typically found on my nightstand.
My lovely touch lamp
Nothing fancy really, just a lamp that can be found anywhere. Turn on and off by touching the gold tinted part. Three level of brightness.
St Ives whipped silk body lotion
I swear by this product. Cannot live through winter without this.
Crabtree & Evelyn Lavender hand lotion
Use it everyday before I go to bed. The smell is heavenly.
Little pewter trinket
This one is here for my knicks-knacks, like rings etc. A little engagement gift from my dear friend.
Cellphone
Ofcourse, my reliable Nokia 5300.
Hairbrush
Something I can’t live without. First thing I do after waking up is to brush my hair. I am almost obsessive about it.
ipod mini
And it’s pink! Haha. A little gift from Mr K quite some time ago. I bring it everywhere I go. My sleeping buddy if you will. 
That’s it, just a few essential things. Now, share with me, what’s on your nightstand?
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Have you ever splashed water on your face and took a deep breath at the same time ? No? Just me? OK then.
Dummy here just did that half an hour ago. Yes, I am aware that the water could probably choke me to death. But my brain cells didn’t want to co-operate and I did it anyway. Clever huh?!
Well, come to think of it, I’ve actually done some pretty idiotic things back in my days. All subconsciously. On the top of my mind, here are some examples:
- Touched the knife edge with my fingers. Just like a reflex, I used my fingers to touch the sharp end of the knife. For what? I’m not sure.
- Bare-handedly hung on to a falling sharp object, be it a knife, blade or scissors.
- Banged the nail with my fist, knowing full well that it will bleed. (Mind you it’s not out of anger, just wanted the nail to go in! Yes, I thought it’d work.)
- Walked right into a glass door. (multiple times)
Make one wonders what type of person I am. ;P There must be a lot of air in my subconscious.
Back in Auckland and found the house in one piece. K is considered a good housekeeper (well, for a man he is). Thanks tubbie! *Frantically putting things back to their original places (the right places).*
Will be up and blogging as soon as I complete the mission. Stay tuned! ;P
Saw this clip over at Cheap Thoughts, if you’re Malaysian, you might find it super funny!
Of course, view it in good fun spirit lah, don’t take offence ok!
????. My friends. Kawanku.
(rap made in mixture of Hainanese, Cantonese, Mandarin, Malay and English. With some vulgar words, PG recommended.)
UPDATE:
Found another one on youtube (because I eat too full and have nothing to do ). Similar to the one above, made by a proud Malaysian from Muar. Also contain some vulgarities lah. I really agree to his view of don’t be ashamed of showing your true identity. Be proud of your own culture and heritage!
Muar Chinese – ?????
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