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lex
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lynn wabbit
mooi
mrd
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postsecret
scentofgreenbananas
simontalks
snippetsoflife
suyin
tequilamockingbird
thewritetherapy
uncletim
visithra
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ARCHIVES.
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FAVOURITES.
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*


INTERVIEWS & REVIEWS.
an interview with joe blogs*
woo! a review!*


TRAVELOGUES.
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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buah tampoi, anyone?* 


Last Wednesday, I had a package sent to my office. It was from my second sister.

"Weird", I thought. I had not asked her to send me anything.
So I ripped the package open and was met with a sweet surprise - my favourite fruit, buah tampoi. It's a jungle fruit which is grown in Kedah and some parts of Perak and also Borneo.
The fruit looks like mangosteen, but it's a bit more chewy and sourish in taste. But I love it to bits! Have you tried it before?

August 25, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 5:24 pm
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it's a girl!* 

Am proud to announce the arrival of Sydney's newest babe, born on August 12th - Arianna Michaela Petch. Congratulations to the proud parents - Yvy and Ted. Bollywood, get ready!

Also, you know what I am thinking...? Last June saw the arrival of Sydney's newest hunk. Now, there's a new babe in the city. Put a hunk and a babe together and you get - (In Apoo's own vicious words) Arranged Marriage! Ha. Am I brilliant or am I brilliant?

Check this out - matching towels!


August 20, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 7:24 pm
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sin-jia-por adventures* 

I was in Singapore over the weekend. Even though I wasn't feeling too good the past week - lack of sleep and stressed over involuntary work politics, I decided to go ahead and took the evening bus on Friday after work anyway. Nothing was gonna stop me from seeing and hearing Dr. Joyce Meyer preach. No siree.

I had written a long version of this trip, but decided to give the summarised bullet points instead...

Saturday, 18 August 2007

o I had lunch with my cousin sis-in-law and her 2 children; i.e. my niece and nephew. Being with her on that 3 hours reminded me why I do not want to have any children. These little beings can bring out the worst in anyone. I mean, I have always known M to be the most mild-mannered sweet woman that my cousin married, but on that day, I saw her transformed into a screaming monster who threatened my niece and nephew that she will not move the car despite the endless honking from the cars at the back of hers, until they decide to behave themselves. As I said, a good reminder it was to me.

o I ate my favourite rojak buah at Food Republic, Wisma Atria. Though it turned out to be an unfortunate thing...details coming soon.

o I went crazy at Charles & Keith sale and bought a pair of wedges.

o I went even crazier at the G2000 sale and bought 2 pairs of pants for S$19 each!

o I ate my favourite roadside sliced sweetcorn ice-cream on coloured bread at Orchard, something I never missed to have when I am in Singapore.

o I queued for 1 hour amid sardine-packed crowd and serious case of BO. Halfway through, I decided to move away from the crowd only in the nick of time time to throw up near the Esplanade. Ha. Twice some more! What an embarrassment. Ya, I had food poisoning from the rojak! Sigh.

o I managed to watch the National Day Celebration Fireworks display though.


Sunday, 19 August 2007

o I headed off to City Harvest Church to witness Dr. Joyce Meyer. She was awesome. The key message was to love oneself, in order to be able to extend that love to others. And she made everyone pledge to do something nice to someone every day. It's a little bit like the message in Pay It Forward. Also a little bit from Jemima's latest post. We have to be happy in order to be able to spread some happiness. And most importantly be able to love ourselves in order to spread some love to others. Amen.

I end with these words of wisdom:

HAPPINESS
is not about what happens to you,
but how you choose to respond to what happens.
That's why it's called happiness and not happenness;
though it could be called hopeness.
You must always leave room for hope
that all has happened for good cause.

// anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 2:48 pm
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attacks of the smug married* 

Two months ago, I met up with H, my neighbour who resides at the opposite unit to my condo. H is a relatively shy person, who speaks only when you throw him a question or two. Without which, he is just as happy to wish you a ‘Hello” or ‘Goodbye” should we meet at the corridor or in the lift and just leave him be. That is absolutely fine with me. But on that day, H was as chirpy as a nightingale on dope. He was basically wearing a grin which stretched from ear to ear. A Cheshire grin, as some would call it.

“By next month, you will have a new neighbour. Someone is moving in to my house,” H chirped.

“Oh really? Are you renting out a room?” I asked.

“Err…no. I am getting married!”

“Haa… Alright. How silly of me. CONGRATULATIONS! Am so happy for you!” was my embarrassing reply.

“Haha. Thank you. Thank you.”

By which this time, I reached the ground floor and quickly said “Goodbye” and made my speedy exit.


EPISODE 1:

It was until 2 months later, when I was waiting for my lift one fine morning. I heard the grille being opened and decided to leave the lift open, waiting for H, who came in with a lovely and equally chirpy female bird lass. H introduced the girl to me as his wife, whom I have forgotten her name. So we will call her “C”, short for Chirpy.

“Hello, nice to meet you. Congratulations on your wedding! When was it?” was my introductory note.

“Oh! We got married 2 weeeeeks ago and we just came back from our honeymooooon in Phuket! And seeeeeeee, my wedding ring!!!!” she said as she placed her puny stone six inches away from my nostrils. I wasn't sure if she meant for me to smell it.

“Aaarh. Nice. Heh.” (Blardy show-off.)

Thank goodness I reached my lower ground floor, and again I said my goodbyes and made my exit.

“Byeeeeeee! Nice to meet you and see you again!” she shrieked from the lift.

“Haa….yeah, see you again!” (Not!)


EPISODE 2:

The week after, I met the 2 lovebirds again in the lift. I was in my baby-T, shorts and sport shoes, heading off to Bukit Jalil Park for my weekend morning run. They were also in their sports attire.

“Hi there! Where are you off to?” Ms. C squealed.

“Off to Bukit Jalil for my run.”

“Waaaaa. So healtheeeee. We are off to Taman Jaya for jogging tooooo!”

“Oh. Isn’t that a bit far?”

“It iiiiiis. But we are going to meet up with some friends! It’s so much more fuuuuun to do things together with friends!”

At this point in time, I wasn't sure if I had been insulted without even feeling the punch. It's called an Invicible Penampak. So I gritted my teeth, forced a smile and said, “Yes, I supposed so…”

“Neveeeer miiiiiind. Maybeeeeee, next time we can join youuuuu in your run!”

Ouch!

“Sure, that’s a cool idea!” (NOT!)

I left the lift at lower ground floor accompanied by her now irritating chirp, “Byeeee! Enjoy your ruuuuuun!”


EPISODE 3:

Last Friday, I reached home at about 9.30pm and realized H’s main door was open and saw three overnight suitcases lined outside. When I reached for my keys to open my own grille, Ms. C and H came out and said hi.

“Hi. Where are you two off to?” I asked.

“Oh. We are leeeeaviiiing for Penaaaang! You know, to spend some quality time with my iiiiin-laaaaaws!”

“Ah okay. Drive safely and have fun then.” I said and quickly entered the safety of my smug-free home. But I wasn’t quick enough to escape her “Okaaaaayyyy! Byeeeeeee! Haaaaave aaaaa goooooood weeeeekeeend!”


Yes, I am now encountering the dreaded "smug married" Bridget Jones episodes! Help me quick...before I do an Osama and shoot them!

August 11, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 4:30 pm
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attacks of banu's tags* 

Decided to spare some time to follow the command of Banu's tags.


1) BIRTHDAY TAG - 27 SEPTEMBER

The rules for this tag are simple:
(i) Go to Wikipedia and type in your birthday (month and day)
(ii) Write down 3 events, 2 births, 1 holiday, and tag 5 friends.

3 Events:
o 1821 - Mexico gained independence from Spain.
o 1937 - Last Balinese tiger killed.
o 1998 - Google was established.

2 Births:
o 1942 - Alvin Stardust, English singer
(The one with the hit song "I Feel Like Buddy Holly". I like.)
o 1961 - Andy Lau, HK actor and singer
(This one gets yummier with age. Like wine.)

1 Holiday:
o World Tourism Day
(Could this be the reason why I love to travel so much?)

5 Tags:
Jens, Bawang Merah, Lex, Nawooz and Apoo, my hero.



2) WHAT WOULD I DO WITH RM1 MILLION?

Honestly, I would just do these 4 things:
($1) Give 20% as tithes.
($2) Distribute 20% among my siblings,
close relatives and some friends who needs the dough.
($3) Go budget travelling around the world and
stop by Mumbai to take Apoo out for endless pani puri!
($4) Take the balance and migrate to Australia.


So there! Phew! Finally! Heh.

August 10, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 6:50 pm
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fried cempedak* 













Today, as soon as I stepped out of the restaurant where I tapau-ed the famous PanMee in OUG, I chanced upon a roadside stall selling fried cempedak! I haven't had them since my mom's passing in 2001. So I bought some - 5 pieces for RM3.00. It's not cheap, but it's an okay price to pay for some simple, nostalgic cravings. They taste heavenly with Aik Cheong's piping hot Kopi-O. Yum!

August 05, 2007 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 11:52 am
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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
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