I LOVE MUM!

The discovery channel was showing newborns so I cheekily asked Mum if that was how her children looked like. And who looked Blur-er during birth? Me or Arin?

"That's how babies look like in general" My mom explained. "In any case you're a ceasarean baby, did u noe dat?"

*I nodded semi-laterally; not the most convincing of responses*

"Arin's by normal birth, which was easier because it only hurts during the pushing (typical - always the easy way out). But for a ceasarean, they'd cut you up (at which point she mimics an incision with her forefinger moving down her groin) and afterwards you wouldn't move a muscle without screaming." She continued.

"Owerqxijcvek..." I squealed something unintelligible. My right eye twitched. Right cheek followed suit.

"I was in ICU for 2 days after your birth. I was in a coma." Mummy finished off quite matter-of-factly, her attention still on the box.

*Eyes / mouth wide open, right hand holding groin, eyes fixed on HER*

Coma. I almost forgot about that part.

So much for being cheeky.

Sayang sama lu la MUMMY!!!

You better check them out, or else.....i will.

HEAR YE!!! HEAR YE!!!

Who: The Goodfellas
What: Live band, Lively crowd, Livin' La Vida Loca all night!
Where: ChinaONE [Take the stairs at left of Crazy Elephant]
When: Thursday nights from 9.30pm onwards
Why: Cos you're curious and you're a sucker for good music. Furthermore, you don't have to worry about any bias reviews below - eventhough I hang out with them every other day and 1 of them happens to be my best friend - because they offer something for everyone. In short: Refreshing.

From left: Athif (lead guitars), Gaz (vocals), Nal (bass), Rafi (drums) and Mang (rhythm, vocals).

Fandy's cupping your ear:

See those charming lads above? No justice to them cos that's the only pic I have (promise to show a nicer one soon) but trust me, they are VERY sweet guys who play VERY sweet music.

Any genre from any era...you request it, Goodfellas will play it. I bet you'll sing along before your first drink. Look out for Mang's sublime rapping on Let's Get It Started - Black Eyed Peas and Gaz's silky vocals on You Give Me Something - James Morrison. And they say Singapore don't got no talent!?

Btw the club is nice too. Lotsa pool tables, colourful crowd, reasonably-priced drinks, attentive staff and best of all, live soccer screenings! Cosy place to chill with friends or wind-down a hectic week with the workmates.

As for the babes, oh my, I've been hearing only rave reviews. I heard they're not too bad. Not bad in this case meaning Freakin' Delicious. Unfortunately I didn't see any because I was too engrossed in the band. Like, seriously. Hey you, stop smirking. Bb can see. I had to ask Athif about this one.

So grab a few kakis and come watch the Goodfellas. And if you see me don't be shy, be a good fella; go buy me a drink or two.

You never know what you're missing til it's gone.

How true is that?

Woke up crying today. Again.

Been having such mornings lately. Never sure why but the pipes in my Tear Duct Dept. are having frequent bursts. No kidding peeps, it's a really dreadful move to wake up and feel your bodily fluids flow into your lips and ears. The worst part is I'd forget whatever the hell that was so freakin' sad.

Maybe sad is not the word. I wouldn't be weeping if I was sad. Sad is that upturned smile dedicated to your mourning little brother when you find the family cat dead. You're relieved the four-legged ankle scratcher's finally expired but you just can't help but feel sorry for your sibling's endless bawling.

I believe my melancholic state arose out of expectations and a nagging sensation of loss. Amplified more so out of the present condition of Gramma and the absence of Bb.

When Bb went away, I thought the hardest part was the wait. It's the letting go that's hardest. I'd really have to get used to that. Goodbye affairs are my handicap. Especially last October at the airport. I seemed emotionless. But not last week I wasn't. I never realized how much I had been yearning for Bb until our last hug last week. Like a mirage, it's just devastating seeing her disappear again.

I'll do better next time dear, I pomiz. I know it will affect you on the way back.

No more tears babe.

Gramma's not looking good. A minor stroke and later a bout of pneumonia last week had left her with not a voice in her throat and a body helpless. She was chatty eventhough her hearing's not so well but now, she can barely lift her arms.

Exactly what my late Grampa went through.

Visiting relatives only affirmed my predictions. Time may not be on the old girl's side but as what Bb said; she had lived her life, and maybe it's time for her to join Grampa.

I guess so.

Recalling Gramma's not so subtle bark at the hospital before her vocal chords were maimed, "The longer I stay here, the shorter my life!" I beamed proudly. Not because of the perfect English in which the statement was spoken nor from the also smilingly concurring looks other patients and their visiting relatives were showing but for her apparently loud exclamation of annoyance for the supposedly unnecessary lengthy hospital stay. That's Gramma for you.

One of the many things I learned from Gramma is that courtesy does not wither with age. She never fails to remember her Ps and Qs. Helping her to her "Grammobile" and adjusting her posture every few hours, she would always reply with a grateful "thank you" or add in a simple "good night".

Now that that was taken from you, I noticed you forcing a reply yesterday when I lifted you from your wheelchair but you could only manage a weak smile. And I can't help but smile too.

"Takpe, Nek." in the most assuring tone i could offer.

"Nenek takyah cakap." [Something heavy descended upon my chest]

"Nenek senyum ajer sudah. Andy paham."

And with a nod she turned her head and slept.

Smiling.


I know what I'm gonna miss. I just don't want it to be true.

Let's welcome the new year. NOT!

Check this phone out:

The Samsung D900 RED

Nice not? Not bad rite?

Now gez who has it?

I'm irritated.

~A change of topic would be appropriate now~

How has 2007 treated you so far?

Pleasant?

Ahh screw it, I can't even be bothered to discuss further. Not that 2 lines have much to deliberate anyway but the suspicion that its gonna get too filosopikal is really putting me off.

Call me pessimistic but hey, you're older, your muscles exist for spraining purposes, you would absorb more fats than your dishwashing sponge, you sweat pails trying to lose them ON THE WAY to the gym, your hair's sucking you dumb and the really smart ones have already evacuated because soon,ok eventually, you'd be dead!

Still, Happy New Year!!!


* Bb told me to announce to everyone that she is hilarious. Not amusing, hilarious.

Ok thank you.