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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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come back, tim!* 

Last Wednesday was a sad day. It was the day local radio died. It was the day Mr. Tim Ho left the radio, in specific RedFM, for good. He has decided to be a paid beach bum. Good life I know, and I am sure he would be most happy with the new sunny and beachy lifestyle, but aiyo Tim, how selfish can you get? What about the rest of us? Haa.

Some of you might remember my sarcastic post to rebel against Tim & Shareena's dismissal from the morning show back in March last year, and he was placed in the evening show instead with Terry. So switched to evening shows I did. I was elated when Tim got back on the Morning Breakfast Show recently in May, with Will "British Accent" Quah. But obviously this happy feeling is shortlived, coz now he is no longer on the airwaves.

So I will miss that wussy laughter. I will miss that Ah Pek voice. I will miss that sniff he makes whenever he needs to make a statement. I will miss that occasional song dedications for me. I will miss those funny jokes; i.e. the latest one being the 'Hisap' joke by a caller who wanted to be known as Mr. A. That's honestly a classic la..

In case you are wondering what this 'Hisap' joke is about, I will try to give the summary of it. The topic for the 'The Morning Chat' session that day was 'Maids from hell'. So this Mr A called to tell the story of how his father-in-law saw the Indon maid smoking at the nearby bus stop near his house. The F-I-L confronted the maid in the evening, with a simply but angry, "You ada hisap?" [Translations: Do you smoke?] To which the maid replied, '50 Ringgit!'

Aiyo Tim, without you ah, panic is back. Permanently. Come back already la.

Sob. [Anjali trying to shed some croc tears. Can u tell? Ha.]

August 04, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 7:22 pm