I wonder how many cars were actually being victimized by the pothole, on me way to my work place at Bayan Lepas...

it cost me RM50 to have it fixed. Luckily, it wasn't cracked and far beyond repair (knocking)... otherwise, it would have cost me even more, you do the math, a new set of this sport rim~ RM7.5-8k, my used one, RM3k.

... in a lazy afternoon

tamader... my KNN got harrassed "belakang mari" this afternoon.

Well, the damage has been done and there is nothing much that i can do now except lodging police report and waiting for a body knocking (yes, the body frame was deformed abit) repair work.

I have to wait for ~ a month before i can flirt with my KNN again... I am gonna miss my KNN, dearly... :"(

Well, this is the consequence of harrassing my KNN....

It has to be towed away, eventually...

wow... it's has been a while since my last post... :)

 Here's the pictures to share with you all...

 Thanks Honey! For you hardwork, baking shortcakes for me as Valentines' gift! This is one of the sweetest gift ever!

and my gift to her, other than a surprise nokia handphone (yes, ikan, we bought the same handphone!), i bought her a bouquet of tulips as shown below :)

While enjoying my magic moment with Jonathan at this lil' public field abv, a soccer ball was accidentaly kicked out of bound and heading to our direction. One of the teenages was running slowly towards us trying  to fetch the ball back.

I seized this opportunity to show off my soccer skill by stopping the slow flying ball with one foot, passing it back with another. All was executed smoothly with precise timing and power! And the soccer ball landed right on the teenage's foot.

Haha! Was thinking to myself that hey, i am still young! And the boy gave me a smile and shouted: "Thank you UNCLE! "

Tamader! i hv a mixed feeling now... ;) 

Love this song very much. Wanna dedicate this to all my beloved ones and those that still learning to love, like myself.

The Rose

~ by Natalia
 
 
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
 
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
 
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
 
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
 
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.
 
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.

The 3rd one has arrived unexpectedly. This time, it's a lot difference than before. I can understand how honey feels. Putting myself in her shoe, i dare to say, she is 10 times stronger than i am now! I could hardly see honey smiles nowadays. Worry, concern, conflict, unloved except happy that she is now. This is one of my life challenges but I think i hv given up...  

Who is right and who is wrong, it doesn't matter at all. In fact, I have survived all this while!!! My way is proven! Tell me, why should i care??? And i wonder who cares actually??? All is just there, being righteous machines! Yes, I take it that i am wrong, very wrong and you are right, so right till i wonder have you ever been wrong actually. So what now? Declare to the whole world see what you have gotten now... a person who value "righteous" or a person who value "love".

You see what you wanna see. You hear what you wanna hear. The fact is new possibility won't open up if you don't turn off your righteous machine. If you don't see that it feels so good and satisfying to be right, to invalidate and to dominate others, you keep doing it and i gurantee that the vicious cycle is gonna be there, forever.

And this is it. Take it as it is but not worse than it is. I must learn to just accept the facts that this is who they are, who they are not... although i never agree with them, and i don't have to agree with them, all of them. After all, this piece of paper is very full of craps. there is no possibility to even draw a single line on it! Unless, i choose to see it as empty and meaningless... yes. empty and meaningless.

Fark shit, I am tire, very tire, very very tire.... and who cares actually? hahaha...

Finally, i got to savour THE WanTanMee!!! (celaka, after the 3rd attempt!!!).

Well, instead of having the complimentary buffet lunch at Evergreen Laurel Hotel, achew & i opted for my favorite WanTanMee which is located at the Burma Road, right beside achew's primary school (Union Primary School) this afternoon.

This stall is very "laku". Biz is very good till it only opens for 3 days/week ie Tue/Wed/Fri. Achew asked me, what is so special about this WanTanMee that i am willing to spend so much effort for it? I would say, the WanTan is unique. The sauce of the WanTanMee is different than others.  Well, another unspoken reason is... with whom i gotta enjoy this WanTanMee... :)

The focus of the abv pix was acherly on the SiTuaPui. The marafaka joked that i was the tax agent purposely came to spy on the profit of this stall... ended up the boss was so reluctant for me to take photos... %$@#&^#!!!

The Final WanTanMee... Slurp! Slurp! Yummy! Yummy!

Thanks achew for taking the photos abv (except the 2nd & 3rd pix), of course, with my honey's D70S :)

pls find more info abt this stall @ the madmandiary's.