All eyes will be on Permatang Pauh today. The people of Permatang Pauh will dictate the course of direction of Malaysia in the coming years, that of a "rich government for rich people" or to take an unknown path towards a reformed political governance.

For the first choice, we are fucked. The second one, it's 50-50, but if we could let BN fuck us up for 50 years, suddenly the second choice seems as appealing as free baked beans for life! (Okok, maybe not baked beans, I use baked beans as an example as I heart baked beans).

So good people of Permatang Pauh, bear in mind that your votes are not only for yourself, but the whole fate of the nation lies in your votes.

Update: DSAI won the Permatang Pauh by-election with a landslide majority of 15,671 votes.

Selamat Hari Merdeka, peeps. Have a good holiday on my behalf, Princess here has to work.

For the first time in my life (varsity life not counted), I actually have 3,4 books lying around waiting to be read. I'm as busy as can be, plus more. Was struggling to finish Harumi Murakami's After Dark (it's a thin volume by the way) even after a few sittings and as a result, kinda lost the surreal feeling normally associated with his writing. Sorry, Abang Murakami.

Went back to Melaka to see my Nana two weeks ago. His eye was still stitched up then. Where last time a yellowish-green eye used to be, now sits a thin scar deeming him forever unable to open his left eyelid. Oh well, one less evil stare to contend with (if you have an iguana, you'd know what I mean).

I must thank Mama and Papa Tju for the hassle of finding a reptile vet (It's totally non-existent in Melaka, save for the nice lady vet, Dr. Cindy from Zoo Melaka). And also the numerous trips to UVH Serdang (I don't think my parents ever ventured driving beyond Nilai). Special thanks also to Dr. Nor from UVH for taking care of my Nana. She even went to pasar malam to buy fruits and vege for him. Unlike the stupid male vet from Klinik Haiwan Valley who couldn't wait to get rid of my Nana when I first brought him for consultation.

Dr. Cindy removed the stitches from his eye few days back, and Nana temporarily lives in the house. Mama Tju will bring him to the bathroom and he will automatically poop. He used to be toilet-trained when he was living indoor for a few years (but sometimes he would get naughty and pooped in the upper bunk of the double decker). And he's eating normally again, but only if Mama Tju hand feeds him. Lazy bum.

At the end of the day, even though he does not wag his tail like a friendly dog (his tail serves more useful purpose like lashing out at enemy, thank you very much), does not come running manja-ing like a kitten, we know he DOES recognize us and reciprocates in his own special ways.

Just steer clear when he gives the evil stare.

My Nana underwent eye enucleation in UVH at 6pm today. The vet said he's recovering well from surgery.

I'm so fucking relieved.

Dear God,

If you're really God, please please please make Nana's eye recover. My heart ached when I finally got to see how bad his eye was last week. My heart bleeds when I called Mum today and she said Nana's eye got worse. Even so when I'm so far away and could only imagine God-knows what pain he's going through.


Dear God,

You know I seldom ask anything from you, but this time, please if you can, make Nana recover. I know you love Nana more than I do. You're not really serious about making him wearing an eye patch (like Jack Sparrow), are you?



Peeps, if you know any good vet specializing in reptiles in Melaka or PJ/KL, do let me know. I brought Nana to a vet last week and the vet gave an antibiotic shot to Nana. She also gave some antibiotic tablets and eye drop. Nana has finished all the pills. However, his eye got worse after applying the eye drop, so Mama Tju stopped the eye drop immediately.

So please, if you happen to read this and know a good vet or encounter similar problem or have any info that could help me, do drop me a line.

Here's a wet tongue flick from Nana (he does that alot).

Nana, I'm going back to see you. I'm super tired after going to and fro New York and Geneva in 5 days, but still, I must see my Nana. So you better be good.

Finally bought a Holga. They say plastic is fantastic. Well, I will soon get to make my own conclusion.

I got to know from bro that my Nana got injured a few days back. So I called Mum and she confirmed this. Apparently, one of Nana's eye is swollen (like a guli) and Mum suspects that he accidentally poked his eye at a loose wire from the cage.

Mum couldn't bring him to the vet as he will run away and start bobbing his head whenever she goes near him. He must be in pain now and terrified for sure. I wish I was back home, holding him and calming him down. But thankfully, he's eating as usual.

Nana, get well soon ok? Don't start running away or thrashing around else Mum couldn't bring you the the vet. And then you'll end up blind and have to wear an eye patch.

Today is Klyie's last day in The Sandpit. She now adds to the statistics of people I know who have left.

No more delicious, nutritious herbal soups for me.

I couldn't see her off as I need to work. But rest assured, babe, my thoughts and best wishes are with you.



I still remember our first trip to Hong Kong together. Traipsing around Tsim Tsa Tsui looking for food (and felt beaten seeing an auntie downing a bowl of noodles, a bowl of dumplings AND a plate of choy sum). Or how I had to buy clothes as all I had were thick sweaters (due to weather misinformation by you-know-who). Come to think of it, she was the one I spent most of the layovers with.

Dear Klyie, you are perfect the way you are. Do not always feel the need to please someone in order to be accepted, as if that's the case, then that person is not worth your time nor effort. Thanks for all the wonderful memories (cycle until cibai also sakit) and ALL of us shall meet again one fine day, sipping coffee in Old Town instead of airport Costa Coffee.

And stop buying so many shoes! You're not millipede!

Now go blow their minds away in KE.

I live in total darkness. The last light in the bedroom went off before I left the house. The living hall bulbs burnt ages ago. I'm transported back to stone age. Give me my club and leopard-skin wraparound.

Now excuse me while I go hunt for tonight's dinner.

GVA-EWR, onboard medical emergency. PA made for doctor, but no one stepped forward. Crew checked and there's a doctor listed in passenger list sitting at 24E.

Crew : Is there a Dr. XXX here at 24E? (Addressing row 23-25)

Pax@25E: Excuse me, we changed seats.

Crew : Oh, you changed seats with the doctor? Do you know where is he now?

Pax@25E: No, I just want to inform you, we (pointing to seats 25 A,B,D,E) changed seats. So for the second meal, please do not send the AVML (airline lingo for Asian vegetarian meal) to the wrong person.

Thank you asshole, for wasting 1 minute of my time. To you, your AVML is probably more precious than someone else's life.