Friday, January 1, 2010

Cheesy Rice Biscuits~

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About these amazing, crunchy and cheesy rice biscuits I bought from 100 Yen shop! =D

(man I hate my handphone camera flash! = =")

Bogus Monks Turning More Bogus

Don't Tell My Momma (but she knew)

Bogus monks are very rampant in Malaysia. These monks dot around eating areas, shopping areas, train stations, and just any other popular hotspots you can imagine.

They carry alms bowl and in it contains pieces of string armbands or any other pendants, claiming they give luck. And in return, the monks will ask for sympathetic donations from you in return.

The truth is, alms bowl such as the one on top is NOT for collecting money! These alms bowl were meant for the honest means of food donations such as rice. Moreover, monks are not supposed to ask for food donations unless they are permitted by the temple at certain times to go to the streets and ask ONLY for food, and they usually go in groups.

However, why is it that the public keep donating money to these bogus monks? Monks are just manipulating what humans are weak at - humans tend to be sympathetic. Same as beggars, by dressing up in patched robes, walking with their bare feet and putting on a depressed face, it's easy to convince honest people to donate to them.

The money they collect is not meant to fill their stomachs with food. They won't go back to temples to give away the donations they have collected. They will use the money to buy luxuries no monk at temples would even have the desire to. There is even a syndicate which hires these bogus monks to collect money. Hey, talk about being sinful.

I have seen a monk who, after he was done filling his bowl with money, stuffed his monk robes in his bag he was carrying in the public washrooms, when no one was looking. He came out with his Rolex watch on his left wrist, T-shirt and jeans, and a NY cap on his head.

I have seen a woman in her Mercedes car who was busy changing into her nun clothes in SS2, Petaling Jaya. The interesting part was that when I glanced at her, she was bald but she was wearing a coat or something. On top of the passenger seat next to her was a bag with all her disguise in it. Hey, I saw her up close without her noticing me at all!

I stood next to a monk in the KTM train a few months ago. We all know monks (or perhaps a bogus monk) should at least speak in Cantonese or Mandarin. He spoke to me in Malay! Wow.. a Muslim working as a part-time Buddhist! I put on a shocked face throughout the whole train journey.

Even on this day, January 1 2010, I was next to this monk in his full robes in a bookshop. He gave all his coins he collected in his alms bowl to buy a can of PowerRoot and a 20's pack of cigarettes.

Bogus monks are just turning more bogus.

Who Say Old Men Can’t Celebrate 2010?

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Don’t Tell My Momma… (Actually She Knew)

Remember back my post from yesterday, about my dad saying that new year celebrations are not suitable to be celebrated by old people, and that only young teenagers like us only celebrate the coming of the new year?


It’s so that my room has the best view of the fireworks from Genting Highlands, when 12.00 am stroked, my dad rushed (or burst) into my room, and gazed at my windows to see those beautiful, bright fireworks.

Heck, I asked him “I thought old dudes like you are not looking forward to celebrate the new year?” He told me, waiting for the new year is another thing. Watching the fireworks is the one he actually anticipates.

And then, he rushed outside the house to get a better glimpse of the fireworks from The Curve side.

It is true after all, new year celebrations just know no bounds, even my dad. =D

~*Happy New Year 2010*~

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year 2010!

Don't Tell My Momma...

That I'm wishing you guys a Happy New Year 2010! D:

Geez, why do I keep this secret from my mum? Well, she (and my dad) said that old people don't celebrate countdown like us youngsters.

I guess they are just missing the fun! A celebration like this knows no bounds!

Or maybe I'm a bit drunkish after drinking 3 cans of Guiness Stout today =.=*


An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves. ~Bill Vaughan

Many people look forward to the new year for a new start on old habits. ~Author Unknown

A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other. ~Author Unknown

New Year's Day is every man's birthday. ~Charles Lamb

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. ~Oprah Winfrey

New Year's Day: Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. ~Mark Twain

Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
~Walter Scott

Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account. ~Oscar Wilde

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: To rise above the little things. ~John Burroughs

It wouldn't be New Year's if I didn't have regrets. ~William Thomas

He who breaks a resolution is a weakling;
He who makes one is a fool.
~F.M. Knowles

May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions. ~Joey Adams

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me. ~Anaïs Nin

The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears. ~W.H. Auden


Friday, December 25, 2009

My Christmas Presents

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Last Wednesday, there was this Christmas Exchange we had among us college classmates. The rule is: One boy has to give to a girl, one girl has to give to a boy. Fair treatment right?

However, I received a big bag of presents from two girls! D: I was like so darn happy when I held the bag in my hands.

The first present is a really giant peg from Tze Vei. It’s not meant to hang clothes apparently, but pictures or notes.


The second present is actually a two-in-one package! They are really fragile to be honest. The smaller box in the package has a mug with a bear on it (How these girls know I like bears?) and the giant box along with it has a glass picture frame inside. I tried not to tremble my hands because they are not just fragile, they are precious gifts from girls to me! xD

Thanks to Siew See for making this a good Christmas for me. She actually gave big to me this year because the last year she gave me a XS size shirt! =_= I told her last time the shirt was so tight, I felt ‘naked’ in it, so it must have probably made her felt bad about it.

This Christmas morning, I woke up on 12pm. HAHA, what an awesome time to wake up! No alarm-clock mum and no homework rush.

I cheered up to a glass of Sugar Rush.


I watched a lily flower bloomed in my guppy pond.


I went online the whole day. Trying to crack Adobe Photoshop CS4 was an EPIC FAIL, so the comic pictures for my blog will have to wait a bit longer… =[

I caught up with friends on Messenger. And someone promised me to buy me extra presents for next year. Sweet promises like honey.

But what I hate most that ended my Christmas jolly mood:


Cursed exam timetable came out during Christmas!!

Heck, it ain’t FUNtastic to me! =.=

Merry Orangey Christmas!


Don't Tell My Momma... (Or perhaps she knew)

In Malaysia, there aren’t any snow. It’s just blistering hot and thunderous rain storms all year long.

White Christmas sure would be beautiful, if it isn’t made artificially in China. By the way, snowstorms are just dangerous!

So wishing you a Merry Orangey Christmas! I wish oranges drop from the sky YAY!

Why oranges? Well I ain’t hoping any terroism or natural disasters to happen on 26th December every year. That would be terrible. = =

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Sweet Orange Blog

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I've branded my blog Orange! I've exported some widgets from my old blog because I feel like I'm still tied to my old blog a bit : <

I'm more used to Blogger's interface compared to Wordpress. Wordpress is just killing me! >.<