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a rustic analysis*
bo leh*
buat donno*
jakun & boon cit - a love story. not.*
jingling nona*
many happy returns of the day, u sexy u*
love misunderstood*
no willy*
perfect man*
save me from this misery*
tan ah yam, i'm sorry*

an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*

halong bay - you jump, i save you*
hanoi on my mind*
hanoi - in search of the pain-in-the-arse ice cream and other stories in between*
sungai petani, my hometown* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 1]
leave my country* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 1]
ozcapade* [pt 2]
ozcapade* [pt 3a]
ozcapade* [pt 3b]
moomoo vista* [pt 1]
moomoo vista* [pt 2]
moomoo vista* [pt 3]
ah moy in paris* [pt 1]

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jingling nona* 

Something weird happened this morning. I had to go to the color separator's place to check the color proofs, to give the final green light before they proceed to films. The job was kinda urgent and my deadline for material delivery to the printer was fixed at 11.00am.

By 8.30am, I approved the proofs and gave the go-ahead to proceed to films.
I was informed that the production of the 3 sets of films and progressive proofs would take about an hour.

I decided to get myself some breakfast to kill the time. Well, I had been awake since 6.00 am and I only managed a big gulp of Nescafe Gold. And I could hear a bit of tummy dangdut already.

I walked to the opposite kopitiam and ordered the breakfast set - 2 half boiled eggs, 2 sets of kaya toast and Ipoh white coffee.

The coffee came first. It was thick and hot. I had to blow a bit before taking mini slurps. Hmm…heavenly.

Then came the eggs. I broke them each carefully. Don't want to consume any shell bits. Then I poured some soy sauce into the bowl. And then I shook some grounded white pepper.

It was then when suddenly, a massive gush of wind blew us away. The waitress squealed in a higher octave than Mariah could ever reach. She was on her way towards the kitchen when all the plates she was carrying flew from her grip and plummeted downwards. But with her masterful skill, she did a martial arts twist and grabbed hold of all the plates inches before they reached the floor. Just imagine a scene from "Hidden Dragon, Crouching Tiger" sans Zhang Ziyi.

The wind behaved funnily. The gushes came in a back and forth manner, like a pendulum. Something unlike I have ever seen before.

And as sudden as it appeared, it stopped almost immediately.

The waitress shouted, 'Meh kwai fong, ah? Mou lei yau Katherine kwa!" [Translation: "Wah, what ghostly wind was that? Can’t be Katherine!" – I think she meant Katrina. Hee.]

I looked at my table. My coffee and eggs have spilled and somewhat merged to form the Chinese character "Fong" which means wind.

All the customers came over to my table to witness the said formation. Some even took pictures and posed next to it. Aaa...the convenience of mobile technology these days. The kopitiam owner even called the Chinese daily to cover the story.

The waitress apologized and explained that she won't be cleaning the spill. In fact, she sheepishly asked if I mind moving to the next table, so as to "preserve" the evidence.

I obliged.

The waitress replaced the coffee and eggs for me. When I shook the pepper onto the eggs, the same whirlwind occurred once again. What the…

It was then I looked to the right of me, and I realized what has caused the whole mini catastrophe.

OMG, it was my jingling triceps!

I quickly slurped my coffee and gulped the eggs in one breath, paid the bill and got the hell out before the reporters came.

I must say this – I am super disgusted with my own fat!


September 13, 2005 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 10:05 am