Whisky the Prequel.

It all started with “Ugly Betty” ...the maid.

Here’s my story.

After Wai- fung, a maid who had been with us for five years, left .......we got the service of the “Ugly Betty”....UB for short.

UB was loved by every member of my family(ies) ...extending to my mother ...brothers ...sisters and in-laws...................even the dogs love her...................but UB drove me up the walls.......I cannot stand her...much as I tried to be more tolerant and accommodating.

With UB...everything was slow ....breakfast extending to lunch .......it takes like ‘forever’ for anything to get done .......laundry cleaning with washing machine took hours.....ironing took a ‘life-time’..........with UB in our family........everything was “SLOW motion” ........we slowed down .....we ate outside.......we help her in her work .........we in short, do everything for her ....and “We” in short means my wife Sam and sometime.. the children.

UB had dental problem .....and It cost me a fortune to get her teeth fixed.. in the duration (4 months) she was with us and ..........I ..I.....am BOILING now!!!!!!

..then one evening when we came home after dinner.........we found the door ajar....and upon further investigation......the maid’s room was emptied ...and on the dining table was a note .........

.....and in that note......she thanks everyone for being very nice to her and asks for forgiveness to her action...

( Ugly Betty eloped with a construction labour nearby ).


As UB was still under guaranteed from the employment agency....we were entitled to a free replacement .......three months later, Whisky arrived.


With Whisky time didn’t slow down .................time stood still.

Whisky the Un-thinkable.

Un-thinkable.



This is the 3rd. Chinese New Year....the no:3 “Ang Pow”... that Whisky (Yacob) received from me..........and in it was $20.00

.....I swore here in dA..3 years ago.......when Whisky first arrived at my home to work as maid ......I will sent her back the very minute her 2 years contract expire.......and that I would not retain her even if she works for me free.

Here’s my story. Chapter One.

I don’t know where to begin ......but for the benefit of those who had become my friends later on ....I think it is appropriate to begin with the maid’s arrival...three years ago.

After a series of mismatch and runaway maid.....the Agency went back on their words “money back guarantee”........ and replace us with another maid named Yacob ...and hence, the story began.................

I shook my head in disbelief the moment I set eyes on Yacob...she could hardly walk straight......she was scrawny ...dazed ...like an inmate from the Tuberculosis retreat of a hospital .......the Health Certificate declared her Fit though......
........the said Agent says that Yacob is stressed out from the undertakings of her duties as a maid in an environment completely foreign..... (Yacob is the 9th. Maid) ......I’ve seen enough ....I REFUSED to accept her.

In the midst of the hulala (arguing) between the Agent and I ........I threatened legal actions.......I threatened Police report ....and all the loud noises.....

...........Yacob smiles ....just smiles a childlike smile ....a ‘lollipop’ smile ....... a smile that inspired the caption of my work “Everyone smiles in the same language”.

I was smitten.

..OK!.....I take her, said Samantha
Ya! we take her, I said.

...and hence, our journey began.................................................


Statistical tales of the facts: Whisky is a sleep machine ............................to be contd.

An open letter to my future husband.

Dear future husband,

Even though I don’t know exactly who you’ll be yet. I think of you often. I wonder how you’re living your life now. It matters to me because how you live your life now determines the kind of man I’ll spend the rest of my life with.

Apparently for some bizarre reason, manhood doesn’t come automatically for males. Some guys seem to spend their entire lives trying to “prove their manhood” – by hunting, playing sports, driving fast, and unfortunately, by having sex. It seems rather strange to us women that guys think having sex proves they are men. To us it just proves they have reached puberty.

Becoming a man is a much more complicated process. The funny thing is, even in this day and age, most guys want to marry a girl who respects her sexuality. A guy doesn’t like the idea of his future wife in the backseat with someone else, or of her being the subject of a sexual conquest story in the locker room. They’ll brag about girls like that, but they won’t marry them. They want to marry a girl who has never “done it”, who recognizes that sex speaks of forever, committed love – someone like me.

But why would I want to marry someone like that – someone who wants to marry a virgin but spends his youth robbing other girls of their virginity? He’s not a “real man” in my eyes – he’s a selfish, immature boy driven by insecurity, not love.

I want more from you. I want you to respect your sexuality as much as I respect mine.

I want you to really learn to love. Learning to love is learning to put the other first. A guy who messes around outside of marriage isn’t putting the good of the other first. He’s putting the girl at risk of pregnancy. He’s putting himself at risk of some nasty diseases – diseases he can then pass to his wife.

A real man doesn’t let his desires control his actions. He controls the desires instead. I want you to develop self control. That’s important to me. I don’t want to marry a man who can’t control himself. Men like that make lousy husbands.

When I meet you I want you to be a man who has made a conscious decision to wait – out of love for our future family and commitment to marriage. I want you to be a real man, who has developed the self control, maturity and unselfishness that waiting brings. That will make you a better husband, and a better father.

I’ve abstained from sex all these years, and saying “no” hasn’t always been easy. I’m sure it wasn’t always easy for you either. But it will make our marriage so much stronger.
Sex will be our gift to each other. It belongs to us; not “us and everyone else we have ever dated”

Thanks for waiting for me. I promise you won’t regret.


Author unknown.

Hometown Restaurant.

No fancy spread...expensive décor....just cheap melamine and plastic cutlery.....
....and where the cooking is done by old aunties/uncles who have been cooking for ages from recipe passed down....

......where waiters/waitresses are the children on school holidays ..and the chief waiter (captain)..is the spouse of the chef ...recommending the catch of the day.

..and ....plates...crockery...used utensils are washed by grandmas/dads....too old to for any jobs on the frontline....yet still healthy enough to be gainfully employed...( money is never enough especially when one is old ).

..... the service.....erratic....and dependent on the general well-being of the day...whether there has been a quarrel....or argument ...when the plates and various paraphernalia are set down in “I don’t give a damn” manner...and the cooked food are serve in “I don’t give a damn” manner..

.....unashamedly indifferent ...the foods are cook in “I don’t give a damn” saltiness...spiciness.............oiliness..................burniness (if there is such word)
.... ... and come three quarters cook from the kitchen that reminisce a chicken slaughter house...(if you know what I mean).

..but on a good day ..It is a culinary delight minus the frontline service.

Menus are non-existent ..Cooking comes in three simple ways on how the ‘catch’ is to be cooked: ...... Steam with ginger, tomatoes..wine.......fried sweet and sour.......or stir fried in spice and chili.

....for example........Steam Pomfret......Sweet Sour crab ...and Spicy Prawn..and to provide a balance diet to the protein...I can have Blanched Vegetables in light garlic fragrant soy sauce.

The price is surprisingly... UNfair..Unjust....Unwritten ...there two different price settings.......one is for the locals...and the other for the outsider. The only reason why I patronize the local joint is because I love the charm of the easy casual no-frills dining
...and the nearest experience to “Mum’s cooking”.

What's with them....

LUCKY



STEADY


What’s with the dogs........in a space of a year ....Ashitaka went under the surgeon’s knife to remove a leg (documented earlier).....that climaxes in the last two months...starting with Trusty’s operation to remove the cancerous cyst (documented earlier)...somewhere in May.....

.........Gosh!!!!!!!...followed by Steady’s infected right ear that called for many followed up treatments...to clean and dress the wound until it heals ..........OMG!!! ...the wound opened up again due to scratching .........and OMG....OMG...OMG!!!!! maggots infested it...and subsequently took her back to the good Doctor .....the Dr. painstakingly dig out the maggots from the ear...and to make matter worse, the maggots ate through the ear digging a tunnel through to the inner ear....:faint:....Sam..we..and the maid ....nurse Steady until she recuperated fully with the Good Dr. constant monitoring and the daily administrating of antibiotic injection .

..Gob bless you Dr. Kanda

......OMG...OMG...OMG...OMGGGGGG!!!!!!......Lucky’s ear swell into a ball due to scratching...it was a freak incident.......dogs have been scratching their ears for time immemorial ...nothing ever happens...bbut my Lucky boy...somehow fractured the blood capillaries and blood starts pouring into layer inside the ear lobe like a plastic bag.....

...initially, we thought that it was mosquitoes’ bite...we administered Mopiko......then..Burnol....then Calamine...then we figure it was wasps’stink...we administered iodine.....then insect’s bite ointment ....then gave him panadol....then..
......antibiotic cream...then dettol....then to Dr. Kanda

Dr. Kanda suggested operation as the only option....to drain the fluid and scrape the ears inner wall........and an appointment was made and Lucky ends up on the surgeon’s table.
Luckily....Lucky recover fully...and running about like a sunshine boy.

Dr. Kanda understood my financial position and he just told us to pay him when we are comfortable....it has been a week since...ThanK you Dr. Kanda.

The Wedding Banquet.

The Wedding Banquet.

I attended the Wedding Banquet last night......I enjoyed it thoroughly....the food was sumptuously delicious...outmatching those serve at very prestigious five stars restaurants in the city. I cannot understand why....this is the second banquet that I have attended here in this coastal town....and it is among the best ... ....food and all.

This update is not about food......it is my friend’s son wedding....it was just about the most romantic entrance by a newly wed I have had the pleasure to witness.

Both the bride and groom sang while making their entrance into the banquet hall......[and sing they can ].....because the groom is an accomplished singer...having sung for Kings...President... and dignitaries....and the wife is a musically trained.

Both of them.....are teachers, the noblest of profession.

The video clipping is not up to desirable standards but nevertheless you get to see the happening at the Wedding Banquet. ....and I was too busy indulging in............you know!!

Wedding Invitation.

Mr. Yap has been a loyal customer to the company for almost 25 years and over the period we have became friends.

So, when I received the invitation, I was very happy not only because I get to participate in the merriment of a marriage but more meaningfully I get to see a child who has grown up to be someone’s husband over a period of time that flashes by....... underscoring our coming of age.....and that in a year or so........ my friends will be the grandparents...and that’s one of life’s greatest gift.

......and with that I would like to extend my Heartiest Congratulation to both Mr. and Mrs. Yap (sr.) for being Successful Parents ...and to Mr. and Mrs. Yap ( jr.) may you both lead a successful life following the road laid by your parents...a road that was once just a path.

The King of Fruit.

This had been a very hectic and trying week...It’s too “hot”....stressful that I decided again to take Sam to the countryside to “cool” down.

... Nothing takes the mind away from the toil and broil of the ‘rat race’ better than a good drive to nowhere... [minus the traffic]......ending up in the Durian collection centre ...where we can buy the “King of Fruits” for a fraction of the price that we pay for in the city.

Here too, we have a wider selection of different so called “generic made-to-order, cutting edge technological invent” type of Durian.....of even more mind boggling “what/who in heaven”....and “where in heaven” did the name derive from...

.........We have today:

.....Mountain Cat King...famous for its rich creamy sweet taste..

.....Red grass prawn...famed for its Red orangy color with a tinge of bitterness..

....then we have ...Ah Kow’s cocktail...a new breed [not tried yet]..heard it tasted like sweet wine......

..and there is the early fav. called .. the Red meat crab...my fav. too though I am not sure why the name..

..then...the Hair Rejuvenator commonly known as 101 [hair growth hormones from China]........very VeRY rich creamy sweet bitter seedless....Yummy!!....not sure why the name also!

Today , we have .....21 [blackjack].....777 [jackpot]...102...103......333 [live forever]
808 [prosperity]...........008 [I prosper]..............888 [forever prosper]...and many more names and permutations.... [if space permits]......

...and NO!......we don’t have the 444 [die foever]...404 [forever die]

The Good Son.

I took the beaten track off- road to a small village to visit an acquaintance whom I have not seen for a while. I love the warm friendly people there.

Here I met the “Boss” of the small stall...it was like a step backward into time....about 40 years back.....
.........and in this modern era......it is like a life museum ...a reminder of the past
.......the conservatory of the bygone years etched onto the surrealistic templates of our conscience of what is now the extension of the new age morality accelerated beyond wisdom.

Today, the Story is about the Allegiance of a filial son.

In our country, where admission into Public University is based on “birth right of the right skin color” and not meritocracy....countless top grades students of other skin color were/are deprived off a chance of furthering their education giving ways to much lesser and inferiorly graded student of the right color. The country’s statespersons called it “Social re-Engineering”.....who are we to argue!!!

....and so countless parents like the “old uncle” slogged day and night to finance their children’s education.....hoping that their children will lead a better life than they themselves...thus breaking the chain of hardship...doing their ancestors proud with the unwritten ancestral pledges of each and every child of the Chinese origin by way of Confucianism ingrained into the very core fabric of the Chinese psyche.

Old Uncle is the “Good Son”.

Uncle’s son is now working in the editorial of a newspaper company.

* [He was educated in England]

.....uncle does not accept money from him because the cost of living in the city is very high and he wants him to save enough money to start a family of his own.

The elder daughter is married and uncle is staying with his wife and a young teenage daughter. He has no plan to retire as he still has to finance his youngest daughter’s education... She is 15year of age.

Happy Father’s Day.

Who SAYS !!!!

Who SAYS !!

I went to the local joint ..“Shogun”.....a Japanese’s ‘eat-all-u-can’ buffet . It is celebrating its tenth anniversary with the “Promotional discount” of 50% off per pax.
......a real good DEAL...we cannot resist. I have been there many times and there is a very good spread of fine cuisine of high quality....the service is impeccable and the staffs......hmm....SMILES.

Bad times..Who SAYS!!....the place was packed but when the picture was taken it was near the closing time at 3pm for the lunch crowd. I was still there with my family..EATING my money’s worth...waiting for the fresh OYSTERS!!!

Like they say, some come to enjoy the good food......others came to eat their money’s worth.........while some came for one-upmanship......I went to get KILLED.


See the killer spread >>>>>

p/s......a thousand apologies for the “rush” video clip.

....I was rushing to grab the PRICE stuffs (e.g. lobsters...prawns...soft shell crabs...lamb shanks....mama mia!!...OYSTERS.) before it went into other people’s stomach.

The Greatest Love of All.

The Greatest love of All.


Irrespective of.... race .....creed....culture......Whosoever’s interpretation........in whatever representation....it PERSONIFY LOVE in its purest form...the definitive illustration of a Mother’s Love .......... free from all encumbering instances of sanctimonious design.....
The Genius of Reggie Lee...presents “The Greatest Love of All”.

Happy Mother’s Day.


So sorry MA......forgive me......your son.





Picture source: The Star
Creator: REGGIE LEE.

Eat First!!!

Eat first!!!Sushi

Just the other day (last week).......It was a very tough week...everything that can go wrong ...went wrong.................[it was the one of the %$@day].....faced with mounting debts...........worsening economic situation........creditor-a-calling..(kicking).....
......customers BOUNCED cheques..........insufficient funds!!!.....bankers’ friendly call (you know what I mean)...

.......friends came asking for financial aids (I need LOAN..bro.)..........customers requested for additional credit facilities and extended payment period (I need BORROWING..)
...received REPOSSESSION letter..........................UNIVERSITY fees to be paid...:faint:

..........better off death, so to speak.....but NO!!...........I am from the OLD SCHOOL!!!!
Eat First.........................and so it happens that ‘Sushi King’ was having members’ day
.......all members get to pay only $2/set/plate as against $4-$6/set/plate on a normal day.....what a STEAL!!

...and so without further ado...I left my office...drove home...got my family into the 4WD..
drove straight to ‘Sushi King’....double parked illegally ...barged in.. then EAT.

We ate 55sets/plates in all......at half throttle .....limited by what’s in the wallet...burp!!!
...fulfilling...NEVERTHELESS.

...and nevertheless, today was another day....tomorrow, I don’t know.......last week, .. I’ve forgotten..............this week, I don’t care.......next week, WHO CARES.

Yum Yum......>>>>

The World's Coolest Pet.

The World’s Coolest Pet.

Once a person saw pass the ugliness..... a person sees beauty .......
...I see tolerance......I saw the universality of God’s creation and I saw economic opportunity .......I see teachers screaming...
......I saw the ultimate cool...the baddest... coolest.......the hottest dude/chick is the owner of the horseshoe crab...The World’s Coolest Pet.

No more bullies...no more introvert to bore you...no more extrovert to make you feel more insecure.....No more busybody......you are left on your own device ..
AND best of all...you do not have to bathe it...walk it...pamper it with affection....just pack it in the bag and bring to school. [DO NOT FORGET TO DOCK THE TAIL LIKE A DOBERMAN]
.........put it in your teacher’s desk...the possibility is only limited by one’s creativity...
...and by one’s evilness (sic).

Perhaps you could teach it tricks..... to ‘sit’ on command.......scratch on command
....(I don’t know)...maybe to show off its legs........again the possibility is endless when you figure out where in the world is its eyes...its ears.....its tongue!!!

I saw “Goldmine”.......hatching Horseshoe...selling it as pets to the world.....it is going to be the hottest thing since I-POD....and we will see the next John Door.....the Bill Gates of the Pet’s World...... ....any takers!!

The toughest part for me was to give the pet horseshoe a NAME......I have tried....Lucky
.....Steady....Bo...Boss...Goodluck...Duke...Rose....Captain...Lassie......and countless other permutations and all the known names including ROBERT... and until all the creative juices milked out...squeezed dry that I finally found a perfect name.... “Wall-yeeee” .


See my “Wall-yeeee” >>>>

Mother of All Ugliness.

The World’s ugliest Living/Non-living thing….Ladies and Gentleman….May I present the Horse-shoe-crab. With this ….I REST MY CASE.

Trivial, fact and highlight.

TRIVIAL :- When I was little…...I would run…stomp….Stomp….and STOMP on its back until it sinks into the sand …..and get the hell out.
[It’s ...FREAKING.... SO VERY SATISFYING]

TRIVIAL :- It is sold for its eggs (cheap caviar)……lay it on its back and put it over fire until cook. The eggs are at the tip (supposedly the head.)..directly opposite the tail.
Just break open the shell...about a spoonful of culinary delight.
It cost $ 5 per horse-shoe-crab.

HIGHLIGHT :- The Horse-shoes are harvested for its ‘blue blood’ which contains a rare compound of medicinal value used to treat a genetically fatal disease.

FACTS :- I just realize, from the picture, that I was standing dangerously close to its razor sharp tail ...and if it very much as to wag its tail ....I’ll castrated ....to become the 21st.century only eunuch....FACT !!!!!! ..That was how dangerously close.


GEES!....God must be crazy >>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com ...hmm....but I’m sure he has a reason for such hideous creation.



* Not my fault GOD...some joker came out with a show titled “God must be crazy”..
[ My fav].....Ai ya ya!!!.....I am just borrowing it.

The World's Ugliest Building.

I have posted the picture of this building a few months ago…I didn’t write anything about it as I was lost for words….what is there to write or tell except that it is the ugliest thing/object/insult/spaceship or whatever you might like to call it.

And it was until now that I found enough courage to lent inspiration to speak on it and tell about (my side of the story) what actually went through the mind of its creator – the ARCHITECT, himself. ……………………………[I am always RIGHT ] .

I love buildings …I always marveled at the Architectural Wonders of the World …I sees it as ART in the Purest Sciences…..the logic of space beyond creativity…a mind at play within the confine of engineering ……..the influences of humanity and the confluences of cultures……This is my WORLD of ARCHITECTURE.

What went through the small mind of this very person when he sat down to draft the blueprint of the said building...........What was his cultural encumbrances….…was it influenced by his distorted childhood…..and if so, was he traumatized.

Who taught him..….which Architectural school……was he a brilliant student…which school of thoughts…can he draw…was he good in math…what magazine he subscribe
….which made of car he drive ………is he tall…..is he short….. his sexual orientation..
…married…single......HE or SHE

There are more questions then answer…….and inconclusively, the questions are the answers.

I beg to differ…I am of the contention that this person is a Politician…Architect by training…..who in this world could come out with anything at all as ugly as this.

Allow me to explain…..a politician first had to come of with idea to mobilize a movement [to designate a design in this case].

To convincingly convince the people…..he has to first convince himself of the viability of the project [the beauty of the design in this case]….to sells his vision whole and sundry for the betterment of the society [to convince his commissioner of the Landmark marvel in this case].

Blinded by his own conviction…he blindly led and sold his idea of change and so we have a society of the blind leading the blind [the shareholders leading the landowner in this case] for all to see except the blinded themselves.

The said building is abandoned …so much can be said of most POLITICIANS.

See empty promises at its ugliest >>>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com

Simply Fabulous

I am not a ‘Flower person’…to me flowers fall under the few categories …and the list are
Sunflower…Carnation…..Rose….Orchid….Bougainvillea…and Lotus.

You can see what a simple person that I am ….my needs are simple…my desires are simple…my logics SIMPLER…..the common sense, SIMPLIEST….my thoughts, SIMPLY complex….
……and my philosophies are simple logic made simpler simply because complex issues are best ingested with simple logics based on simpler common sense.

To prove a salient point.…who in the world would use a flower to conceptualize a philosophy not unless he/she is a simpleton like me.

With that …I rest my case.

p/s ..if you don’t already know…the flower in the picture is a SUNFLOWER……
…I arrived at the conclusion through simple elementary deduction as you already know.
However…I stand corrected if you can proof me wrong with the right answer.

And with that…I rest my case.

p/ps….I am TOO BUSY to put it simply.

So and with that……I am resting just in case.

Belly Dancing.

I went for a ‘walk walk’ stroll to Petaling Street, the Chinatown at the heart of the Capital
…accompanying my family members.

Petaling Street is no longer the Chinatown per se because foreigners are employed to manage the stalls …..while the Chinese entrepreneurs diversified into Manufacturing… …Café….Restaurants… even some brothels and other more Lucrative legitimate businesses…like they say.. “GOING UPMARKET”

Belly Dancing and Brazillian Wax are the ‘in things’ and the current rage of the Metropolitan…anybody who is somebody at all is into Belly Dancing …

……while the very well oiled of the Crème de lale who happen to be the wives or mistresses of somebody who happens to be somebody who matters… are into Brazillian Wax… …it cost a BOMB per session with two free maintenance service for the DELUXE menu….and cost an “arm and leg” for the SUPREME PREULTIMATE with free AIRSTRIP worth $2000 and comes with a YEAR WARRANTY plus 4 Maintenance services and free access to the EXECUTIVE LOUNGE with one complimentary drink.

This article/essay is about Belly Dancing so Brazillian Wax is for another day to tell.

I tagged along blindly behind and ended up in this Belly Dancing shop..selling all kinds of Belly Dancing’s paraphrenia and nick knacks.

I wished Sam is into Belly Dancing…she needs it.

Come Belly Dance >>>>>




Latest I heard…It was just LAUNCHED….BOYZILLIAN…:faint:

Banana fritter Lady

The lady here is manning the stall for her parents and babysitting her nephew.
I patronized the stall for a few years now and I have seen this young girl growing up to be a fine young lady. Just a few weeks ago, I saw her driving her parents…how time flies.

I am happy for them because they are doing very well ….a far cry from when they first started. They are the HEROES of Asia.

The longish deserts are the Banana Fritters…the flatten pieces are the Yam and Sweet Potatoes Fritters. Of late, they started making doughnuts (simply delicious…the traditional doughnut). It cost $1 for 3 pieces of any pick.



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King for a day.

Attended a Wedding Banquet held last Saturday to celebrate my nephew’s marriage in a Nirvana Ballroon of the International Hotel. It was GRAND and there was a sumptuous spread of exotic VEGETARIAN cuisine.

I enjoyed it thoroughly especially the Shark’s Fin that was made entirely of “I don’t know what”,… the Four Seasons….Vegetarian fried prawns…the Roast Duck , the “Monk Jump Over the Wall” …and the Beggar’s Chicken. (Strictly VEGAN).

It is our custom to treat the “Newly Wed” pompously just for the day and the Groom will be bestow with a King’s treatment in accordance to the so called Royal Protocol passed down from generations to honor the GROOM the “King for a day.”

My Wedding Banquet was a JOKE of the decade…..sniff!...sniff!

Puteri Gunung Ledang.

HANG TUAH.


Stephen Rahman Hughes (A British) acted as Hang Tuah in the Musical “Puteri Gunung Ledang”.

He is so HANDSOME.


I watch the Musical last night ….the courtesy of a Dear friend. (I couldn’t afford it)