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Happy Birthday, Joanne Dear!

Monday, October 22, 2007
Happy Birthday, Joanne dear!

Imagine, we'll be flying together to FRA on your birthday! Must be some good deeds we did lately that lead to this turn of event. Fancy that!

May you be surrounded with grace, the way you always bring happiness (and chicken rendang and sambal petai and ayam ponteh) to the people around you. Who cares about number? You're the hippest "auntie" I know.

As Abraham Lincoln put it, "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years".

Hell, you have more life than the entire population of The Sandpit.

Now, let's endure 6 hrs of flight, then we can have our fun!

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Of Sticker Bummer

Saturday, October 20, 2007
You know what's irritating?

Eagerly dived into a new, shiny book you just bought before noticing a piece of hologram sticker on the front cover. Then you tried removing it, but only the glossy plastic layer came off , leaving a sticky layer behind that refused to budge no matter how hard you scrapped at it.

Damn kau infuriating wei.
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Of Poem Day

Saturday, October 13, 2007
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the
trembling-firm-smoothness and which
i will again and again and again kiss, i
like kissing this and that of you, i like,
slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it
comes over parting flesh...And eyes
big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new


I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. And so I dig out more poems by E.E. Cummings. Mr. Cummings wrote his poems in an intentionally typography haphazard way, with words, parts of words, or punctuation symbols scattered across the page. At first look, they don't make much sense. It's meant to be read out that the meaning and emotions soon become apparent.

I will have someone recite and demonstrate this poem to me one fine day. That would be lovely.

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Of My Little Girl

Friday, October 12, 2007
My favourite girl in the whole world left 2 days ago. I wasn't there to see her off, but I prayed to God for good tailwind so the plane could speed up and send her safely back to KL.

My favourite girl couldn't wait to go home, but she didn't know she had to leave another "home" in order to do so. See, this "home" is very special, we have our Mama Joe, Auntie Jack, Auntie Joanne, Big Sister Klyie, yours truly and of course, our little girl. Somehow, this "home" feels weird without our favourite girl. She took a piece of us when she left that day, and this "home" will never be the same again.

My little girl couldn't cook, so we took turns cooking for her. And one fine day, she announced that she would cook soup. Naturally we were surprised, and the ABC soup since became her signature dish that fateful day onwards.

My little girl didn't know how to wash clothes. She fully covered the washing machine compartment with washing powder. She since learnt a cupful is enough when I exclaimed incredulously at the amount of washing powder being used.

My little girl simply loves fried chicken and fries, and would beg and pester and coax me into ordering KFC. And I would give in in the end, eventhough I'm not a big fan of fried food, just so to see my little girl smiles.

My little girl always came barging into my room whenever she's back from flight and would bitch incessantly. Never mind I was sleepy, I would lent her an ear (and most of the time join in the bitching session as well) so that my little girl would feel better getting stuff off her chest. And then she would make me noodles.

My little girl used to come back empty stomach from flight, but almost always greeted with home-cooked food. That was how pampered our little girl was.

My little girl, although young of age, taught me lessons I didn't know people her age were capable of. Like good finance managing. Like standing on your own two feet and working for what you want. Like following your head instead of heart, no matter how much that heart screams out to you. My little girl taught me it's OK to fall and cry, but to bounce back stronger than ever.

My favourite girl in the whole world left 2 days ago. And I wish her the best of things life could offer.
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Of O'zapft is

Saturday, October 06, 2007
Due to her inherent laziness, The Princess couldn't drag herself to update her blog. Anyway, nothing of much interest is happening in her life, she had been busy attending classes last month.

Notice how she is always at the right place at the right time? Well, 2 days ago she was in Munich for Oktoberfest and it so happened that day was German Unity Day as well. Downside was apart from F&B outlets, all other shops were closed.

Wandering around the town before making their way to Oktoberfest

German white beer is not white also

Lunch for the day consisted of 3 types of sausage with sauerkraut (fermented cabbage)

She has always wanted to go to Oktoberfest and she must has done something right lately that God decided what a good little girl she has been and decided to reward her. Even the weather was behaving itself, cool and sunny. Karma is not always a bitch, yeah?

Merrymakers making their way to Oktoberfest

And it was crazy! Tens of thousands of people were thronging this huge are called d' Wiesn with 14 big tents erected, with each tent accommodating up to 7000 people! All kinds of rides were available and a few were definitely not for the faint-hearted. The carnival-like atmosphere were thick with the smell of food (bratwurst, roast chicken, popcorn, battered almond) wafting, screams from the rides and the merry chatter of people all around. Booze, food and rides - it's my kind of fantasy land comes true!

The souvenirs are damn kau expensive lor

I don't really like kids, but she's cute

Yeah, definitely longer than yours, mate!

Hippodrom - One of the many beer tents

Another tent

DND - Serious beer session ongoing

Atmosphere inside the tent

A brass band was playing on a platform at the middle of the tent. People were standing on benches singing along to the band and clapping and dancing. Only in Oktoberfest, Bavarians were out decked in traditional Bavarian costume (lederhosen for guys, dirndl for girls). The Princess so loved the dirndl she wanted to buy one, but it was too expensive, costing around €200 each. She thought the dirndl was cute and yet teasing at the same time. Oh well.

The 1-liter mug, Ma├čkrug

With friendly Germans whom we shared our table with

The hotel The Princess stayed in was just next to the English Garden, so the next day she went to have a leisure stroll. The greeneries was a refreshing change to the muted browns in The Sandpit (remember she was "imprisoned" in The Sandpit last month).

Autumn is here

Winter is coming. Anyone willing to donate winter coat to me?

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