Pee

So it's a disgusting title for a blog... sue me :P

Just wanted to add in that I was in Penang a couple of days ago and I saw a couple of cars with the registration PEE

HAHAHAHA

Pee....

Next thing you know, POO will happen

it's no wonder no one likes mondays... seriously

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain pit-pat-pit-pattering outside my window and the first thing that ran through my mind was "Oh crap... it's Monday again," Then I thought, okay, let's snap out of this shit and be positive for once. It is a new year for crying out loud. So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed towards the shower.

Poppy seed bun. That was my breakfast. Mmmm.... munch munch. Yes I eat and drive at the same time. I'm a dangerous driver. I tend to multi task when I drive such as - eat, drink, take my coat off, take photos, the list goes on.

I like the journey to work. I like the commute. Well mainly cuz my commute is only 10 mins to work. HAHAHA and I'm talking about from just exit to exit on the PLUS highway. Driving up north is nice. Lots of greenery, mountains and because of the rain, the mountain range was draped in a heavy cloud of mist.


Then...... the damn traffic jam started. Wtf man... there usually is NO jam at all but this was totally bumper to bumper. I looked at my watch - 8.15am. Geez. I had JUST gotten on the highway.



Fifteen minutes have passed and I called up the office. Apparently the jam is caused by an accident (my office overlooks the highway). No way... the last time a tanker over turned near my office's exit and that jam was half the length of this one. Saw a car which had pulled up. Probably overheated I guess... hahaha


Then after another half an hour or so, I saw it... it was a six car pile up. Geez people... be more careful and considerate on the freaking highway! This ain't no playground.

*zooommmm* the babygirl sped off after the accident scene. No I didn't stop to take a look at the registration numbers (oh which btw, I was in Penang yesterday and they have car registration plates - PEE hahaha) and no, I didn't stop to take pictures of the accident...

Half a minute passes and geez there's another frickin jam! Totally wtf.... I mean, seriously? Two jams in the same bloody stretch.

Long story cut short....

Truck over turned, blocked one lane of the highway.


Took me 75 minutes to get to the damn office.

Bloody inconsiderate bugger frickin parks in my underground parking spot.

Seriously...?

Mondays my @$$.... I am such a pessimist right now...

kuih kablooiieee

So today mum and I felt like Chinese New Year biscuit making. Back then when I was younger, grandma had the secret recipe... the age old yummy yummy recipes for all these cookies. All we did was to help out during the moulding process. No one was allowed to help with the batter. Somehow someway mum managed to worm it out from her a couple of years before grandma passed on. But grandma equipped us with the skills on how to make the perfect love letter, honeycomb and kuih bangket - just not the recipe.


Years after grandma passed on, mum and I would sit down one day and just make love letters. Not the truck load we used to make when grandma was around (we used to make enough to give out to neighbors and my aunts and uncles) all in the spirit of Chinese New Year. This year is no exception.

Mum concocted the batter, I started the fire and heated up the love letter moulds. Fire was burning nicely. Batter was tasty.


But somehow, something was not right. Normally it takes about... I don't know... about 5 mins to get one love letter done. This time, it took us half an hour to get one. And I'm not saying TRYING to make one after having a few failures, it was literally one. It took forever to brown.

After two, mum and I decided to pack up and make honeycombs instead. So she packed up and I sat there manning the burning charcoal stove hoping and wishing the remaining three wouldn't take too long.

5 mins after mum stepped in the house... *KABLLOOIIIEEEE* (yeah I know, explosions don't go kablooie but it sounds way better than kaboom)

Ash... charcoal... debris... the grill... and all the loveletter moulds went flying in the air...

One piece of burning charcoal fell conveniently on my left calf and burnt me skin. I now have a burn scar the size of a dime...


and the front porch... has a hole....


What a day....... geezzz

Although, I have to say that I am uber glad that even though it blew up right in front of me... nothing really bad happened to me... I'm counting my lucky stars ;)

car registrations

Okay so I know I'm not supposed to be doing this at work... I'm actually supposed to be preparing a press release but what the heck.

Today's random thought (oh well it was actually a few days ago, so sue me :P) is about car registration numbers. Since Perak's starts with the letter A... it made me think... what will happen when it finally reaches AS*. Will the government allow a registration ASS? Will they allow it? Or will they skip it?

I mean if you think about it, it doesn't necessarily mean the derrière (those who used to read Enid Blyton would probably remember the kids from Secret Seven or Famous Five calling each other asses)

Some more food for thought...

WTF, PIG, NUT, KID, JUG, BRA, POO, BUM, COW, LIE, SEX and the list goes on...

p/s : TL, the pandora's box is officially open hahaha cheers mate!