Anecdotes of my passing...

It was a memorable trip and definitely something to be shared over nice a cuppa as the rain goes on pattering down. The layered hills were so verdant in all its beauty and the air was so crisp and fresh. The icing on the cake had to be spending those moments with people that you care and cherish. Go people! I love you guys! I love you too!





A lopsided view of the meandering road that leads to the resort.





The Resort itself...






Majestic view from the apartment.





The path in the botanical gardens.





An leaf insect spotted!





The lush verdant spectacle that greeted our eyes.





Some of the many koi ponds scattered all over the place.





A rabbit munching ... yummy.





Yet another rabbit from the rabbit farm.





A frontal view of the French chateau.





Inside the little French town...





Colonial-style windows.





Two black swans... Not a very frequent sight in this country, I think.





Symbol of everlasting love...





Sunny blue sky in a cool temperate climate.





A small deer enclosure located near the rabbit farm. Such magnificent antlers.





Sleepy asses... :P





A pretty horsie...Notice the braided mane. :)

Glad you're back! Glad everyone's back!

Such a grand name bestowed upon such a noble insitution... It was majestic to say the least, almost to the point of decadence, if one considers the money that was spent on it. It was really an architecture splendour that is a sight to behold. Moreover, the name kinda catches one's eye and sticks in one's mind. Palace.. haha.

I look forward to seeing more of it. One can never always have enough of fine decor and high society. :P

When I was:

Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
Eight years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything.
Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.
Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord, he's hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.
Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.


- Anon -



Happy Father's Day to all fathers! Especially mine! :) Thanks for everything. ;)

With the World Cup still high on the list of priorities on many people, I felt that I have to just post my 2cents worth of what has culminated from long hours in front of big screens and sleep-deprivation.

I don't really enjoy watching football. I do tune to watch it sometimes, but I don't make it a priority to watch ALL the matches, nor can I rattle off names of famous players, teams, and the like. I do however, like to play it, but my feet has never kissed a football in recent times.

Having confessed my shallow knowledge in the glamourous world of the English Premier Leagues, Spanish Leagues, German Leagues, South American Leagues... I can go on and on... I however respect those with in-depth knowledge of these trivias.

Apart from that, the fact that the tables on almost all eateries offering wide-screen TVs playing the World Cup matches 'live' have choked-full patronage should mean something to everyone. Sports really do bring people together. Also, eateries like the 'mamak' really make a shitload of money during these times. So... my advice to any eatery that opens way up to 5 a.m. to install a big screen TV and play the World Cup matches and watch the bling-blings roll in. This is a goldmine and an fantastic opportunity to tap into vast psyche of Malaysian sport afficionados.

But the dark underbelly of this mania too is rising up to the surface. Loan sharks are trying to cash in during these times as people bet on matches, legally and illegally. Just the other day, when I just finished watching a match, a guy just gets up and starts walking from table to table dropping an 'Ah Long' namecard that provide 'credit services'. It's amazing the level of entrepreneurialism that has cumulated thus far in the business of 'Ah Longs'.

A confession.. My finger too has its fair share of the pie. But not to trouble anyone (hehe..shh) reading this, it's just my pinkie, i.e. just a small finger. Don't worry.

I digress... Just a word of caution, don't bite more than you can chew. Betting is fun, but just be cautious.

Whops.... Italy's coming up. I gotta run.

-Peace out-

I had the pleasure of reading this forwarded mail and I felt that I just have to post it here. Enjoy.


TO BE A MILLIONAIRE

A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. "You are employed."

He said." Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start."


The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email."

"I'm sorry", said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."

The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate.


He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the Operation three times, and returned home with $60. The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.

5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US . He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.

He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email". The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!!"

The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"


Moral of the story:

M1 - Internet is not the solution to your life.
M2 - If you don't have internet, and work hard, you can be a
millionaire.
M3 - If you received this message by email, you are closer to being
an office boy,than a millionaire..........

In the silence of my room
When the wind so gently blows
Like a deep cloak of gloom
Amidst a tide of woe.

Hark! The melancholic strain
A minstrel's heartstrings
Reverberating with sad refrain
And the nightingale starts to sing.

A song of tragedy
Of bitter anguish and pain
Oh, that cruel sad melody
That broke my heart in twain.

'Twas the story on a little meadow
Of a flock of lambs and their shepherd
She was their Queen and them her shadow
I shall be thy guide, she whispered.

Winter, summer and down blue yonder
She led them from lea to lea.
To quench their thirst and fill their hunger
It felt like a perfect harmony.

Dischord and Strife hated it
Fate wanted to change it instead
Patience said let's wait a little bit
Have faith, that's what Hope said.

The trickling sands of time
Coursed the path of calamity;
Dreams and fantasy merged sublime
Into harsh reality.

The flock had gone astray
Their shepherd sought greener pastures;
That fateful month of May
She mocked their guilty pleasures.

Of destinies and fate
And one's life-long journey,
To fight for human rights, she said
That was what she wanted to be.

"If law is reason free from passion"*
Why did you have to leave, why o why...
Is not educating us your mission?
Is this the day that liberty dies?

For days we cried,
And even more we wept
Reflecting back we sighed
Our grief knew no depth.

We clipped our wings and broke our feet
Sulked in a corner and cried
Then came Hope upon her glowing steed
She told us there's no need to hide.

She spoke of tales so far and wide
Of unjust men and blatant lies,
Yet beneath our grief inside
We finally saw the world thru our shepherd's eyes.

As the song of the nightingale
Climaxed in all its glory
We realised that the world needs her saviour
And you're the hero in this untold story.

Better ye change thy ways
Those of corrupted hearts and tainted souls
For those who sin and join the fray
She will slay you whole.

As the velvet night drew nigh
Clouds parted and the sun rose high
Fly, fly my teacher fly!
Seek your heaven in the sky.



- Gin Jhen -



* "If law is reason free from passion" - quote from Aristotle