Here's a confession for you: I love books. New books especially. Which is strange because I don't particularly like to read them.

I simply cannot step into Borders and not buy anything. Just breathing in the air in Borders can do wonders for my soul.

The Cinderella Effect by Miriam Morrison and Oscar Wilde and the Ring of Death by Gyles Brandreth was one of those mindless purchases. I had simply waltz into Borders, bored and was simply itching to buy something.

Because I had bought Cesar Millan's Be The Pack Leader book... which is like the bible for raising good dogs. Cesar is amazing and it's too bad that Nat Geo doesn't air his shows here in Malaysia. If you're a dog lover, you should definitely read his books or watch his shows.

As you all know, I'm big on vampires. Since I started downloading The Vampire Diaries series, I was curious about the book. So I bought L J Smith's famous book today.

HOLY COW!! Have I really been away from blogging this long??? My last post was dated Aug 1st and today it's Sept 15th. That's real bad of me and I do apologize to my readers for being away for so long.

OMG, and just when I was in the mood to blog sometime 3 weeks ago, Bibik introduced a game on Facebook called Farm Town and I've been so addicted to it ever since!

Seeing that I've been spending so much time playing Farm Town on FB, my brother introduced a new game called Restaurant City! Should McChef decides to set up his own restaurant one day, this game will provide me with plenty of practise in being the mama san restaurant manager.

Ok, fine I'll admit it. The real reason why I've finally found the time to blog is because my puppy is in Melaka. She's been sent there to be disciplined by Bibik's Grandmother Dowager.

Yes, Sasha is being taken care of by Bibik's family as I'll be going back to Kuching on Thursday and will be there until the end of the month. And with her away, that gives me plenty of time to get back to life on the blogosphere!

So I'll be visiting all your blogs very soon and there'd better be some good juicy gossip for me to read! :)

One of the cons of having a puppy is that my shoes always goes missing. And when it finally does reappear, it always comes back to me looking like it went through a mine field or something. No points for guessing what my beloved Sasha did to my shoe.

When your shoe is bitten beyond recognition, you got no other choice but to get a new pair. Shoe shopping is something I’d try to avoid as much as possible. It’s not that I’m hopeless when it comes to buying shoes. I don’t need a guide when it comes to buying shoes. When you have enough gay friends, it’s very unlikely that you’ll end up buying an ugly pair of shoes.

It’s just that, I don’t have the attention span to look for the pair that I really, really like. I’d browse along the aisle - sneakers, golf shoes, running shoes and good God, bike shoes! - before realizing that I’m looking for shoes in the wrong place to begin with.

Yes, I am quite the mindless shoe shopper. It usually takes an extraordinarily looking pair of shoes (or in most cases, stilettos)to catch my eye. And of all the shoes that has ever caught my eye (and eventually my wallet), never did it occur to me that a pair of wedding shoes would make me go “ooooh! I gotta have that shoe!”

There are many places to close a deal with the client. Some choose to do it in the meeting room, some do it while on the golf course (something my dad excels at) and some choose to close the deal over a glass of beer, such as yours truly.

However, there are certain people who choose to do it while taking a dump in the toilet!

How do I know this? Hey, don't jump to conclusions so fast. It wasn't me, I swear! I happened to be in the next cubicle when I overheard the whole thing.

Oh, but wait, here's the best part. The lady was on speaker phone. She took her mobile phone with her to the toilet and put it on speaker. SPEAKER PHONE!

Obviously, she has never even heard of this little thing called bluetooth headphones, or whatever it is you call that wireless earpiece thingy that connects your ear to your mobile phone. Yeah, that cool thing.

Imagine listening to this:

Lady in the Next Cubicle: So do you agree with the 20k price?

Client: Yes. But what else can you throw in for me?

*karplunk* <-- that's the sound shit makes as it hits the water in the toilet bowl, in case you're wondering

Lady in the Next Cubicle: Erm... erm... *pooot!* *PLOOP PLOOP* I'll give you and your friends tickets to watch Transformers in GSC's Gold Class.


Wait, what? Your client is giving you 20k and all you're giving is some shitty Gold Class tickets to go watch a movie? Man, you're cheap! I would've thrown in a treat to the spa or something.

So you can imagine, apart from feeling sorry for the client for having to listen to the "melodic sounds" of shit making an exit from one's body, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's kinda hard not to when the conversation is being put on speaker.

Man, don't this make you wonder whatever happened to common courtesy? I think it's just plain rude to be talking to clients in the toilet. You do not shit or piss on the hands that feed you.

Anyway, I hope that the Lady in the Next Cubicle remembered to wash her hands after that phone call. In all the excitement of closing a 20k deal, I won't be surprised if she didn't. And that, my dear, is just plain eew.

When it comes to icons and legends, I kinda wish that they'd live on forever. I remember when Freddie Mercury passed away years ago, I asked God, "Why can't You just leave him with us for a little bit longer? Afterall, you do have eternity to hang out with the guy."

"He can't be dead. I've been looking forward to seeing him make a comeback!"

As it finally sank in, I broke down and cried. I can't believe he's really gone.

To comfort myself, I bought a tub of Ben & Jerry's, sat in front of the TV to watch MTV and Channel [V] pay tribute to the King of Pop, and ate the whole thing on my own.

A whole friggin tub, man. Who the hell eats a whole friggin tub of ice cream on her own??


In memory of MJ, here's my Top 8 list of what I will remember most about him:

1. He was tremendously talented.
He was 5 years old when he first stepped out with The Jackson 5. FIVE YEARS OLD, man. Remember what you were doing at that age? I was still learning my ABC's (and failing miserably at that, too) and was still wearing diapers. MJ was already singing and dancing on stage.


2. He was the coolest thing that came out of the 80's.
How can you not agree?


3. He revolutionized music videos.
Be it Thriller or Smooth Criminal, MJ's music videos was really in a class of its own (be it the most expensive or most mind-blowing). And he did it without having girls prancing around in skimpy outfits and showing their ass and tits on video.


4. The Moonwalk.
The Moonwalk, which was his signature move, and his dancing style was unlike any other. Many have tried to imitate MJ, be it Justin Timberlake, Usher or Chris Brown, and they all don't even come close to the Gloved One. And hey, he was and still is the only person who can get away with that crotch-grabbing move.


5. He broke down racial barriers.
Rev. Al Sharpton, a friend of MJ, said it perfectly: "Way before Tiger Woods, way before Oprah Winfrey, way before Barack Obama, Michael did with music what they later did in sports and in politics and in television."


6. People worshipped him as if he was Jesus.
I used to catch his concerts on tv and I remember looking at the crowd that attended his concerts. My God, he could form his own country with the number of people he attracted in just one concert alone. Girls fainted. Girls cried. And so did the men! They even dressed like him (okay, I'm kinda guilty on this one too. I used to put white tape on my fingers, and wore the black arm band just like MJ did).


7. He wanted to make the world a better place.
Man in the Mirror, an emotionally-charged song with a great message is one of my fav songs - if you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change. MJ was also known for his charity work. As much money he was making at the peak of his fame, he was also giving away just as much to help the needy.


8. He's Michael Jackson; the music genius, the great entertainer, the guy who made music that will live on even after you and I are long dead. And that's how we all should remember him.