WICKED WICKED GAME

I'm so hooked onto this game I can do nothing else. But it's so hard to solve that I feel my brain fragmenting into a few million pieces, never to be joined up again. If you, like me, feel that your job is a dead-end job and need some brain stimulation, click here and best of luck to you.



Rules of the game

I'm currently stuck at Level 30 34. I have 10 6 more levels to go. I do not know if I will ever make it there.

The game tests your knowledge of html and other computer jargons, some are damn tricky while others are a breeze. Holler if u need help in any of the levels I have passed and if the Forum 1 and Forum 2 is of no help.

GOOD LUCK

What Were We Thinking???

The Don and I, for lack of something better to watch, ended up watching Knight Rider on Star World last Saturday. I remember back in my primary school days, I used to watch it religiously on Thursday nights. I was so fascinated by the series that I wouldn't miss the show for anything. To me, that was the coolest show on Earth and I imagined having my own car named Kit. Apparently The Don was also a big fan. He has never bought a book in his life but he saved up to buy a Knight Rider book just because. And he too wouldn't miss the show for the world. But somehow, all we ended up doing on Saturday was laughing while we watched.

Suddenly the show seemed so cheesy and ultra-lame. The stunts (if it can be called that) were laugh-worthy and the explosions happened a good 2 sec after the hero finished jumping to safety. Yet he was writhing in pain. We have never laughed so hard at an action-packed show. Even Kit the car was not impressive anymore in our eyes. We wondered how come we were so transfixed and amazed in the past. We must have been so gullible. And looking at Hasselholf post Baywatch, he is suddenly so bleagh!!!

Just as we recovered from all that laughing and kutuk-ing, came another show we will never tell our kids we loved. The A-Team.



I remember that show best for Mr T. My mom said that whenever we went to a wedding invitation and I spotted a makcik adorned with gold jewellery I will point at her and call her Mr T. Hehehe.

The plot seems paper-thin to us now and the stunts unconvincing to say the least. We bet the actors themselves would be embarassed if they saw themselves on screen now. With the advancement of technology and our exposure to more and more sophisticated shows, series of yesteryears seem dull and have lost their gleam in our eyes.

We wonder what will kids in the future have to say about the shows we love today like CSI. They'll probably laugh at our faces for being fascinated by such lame shows.

Meanwhile I found this CSI trivia quiz. Try your hand at it but if you ace it you might not wanna let your kids know.

Are you a CSI know-it-all?

WHOOOO ARE YOUUUU! You're as crazy about CSI as I am. Go us, we're losers! We know more about the show than the writers do.
Take this quiz!








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Its The Little Things....

I was so busy at work yesterday that I hardly had time to breathe. Lucky for the short lunch I had with my best friends Lisa & M at Long John Silver Bugis to restore my sanity. I was so looking forward for the clock to touch 6 when I could pack up and leave but as luck would have it, The Don was held up so I had to wait. By the time, he came I was ready to pull out my hair in frustration and urged him to speed up and get out of the vicinity. Even seeing my office building could push me over the edge. Seeing me in that state, he brought me here


We sat here


and watched


I felt soo much better.

Its little things like this that make me grateful I have so much in my life. Whenever I feel down or stressed or just feel like screaming, I know there is always someone to hear me out, and always on my side. Its not just the expensive dinners, exotic holidays and luxurious gifts but also the putting toothpaste on my toothbrush in the morning, the washing of the dishes when I cook and the making sure I am well covered by the comforter in the middle of the night that makes it complete.

Life, is truly bliss.

Childhood Revisited Part Two

con't....



6. I was 4, I think. The world's greatest hero and most handsome (to me then lah ok) was Amitabh Bachan. Whenever he appeared on screen, I was glued. My fav movie was John, Johnny Johanathan. (anybody remember?) I cut out a love shape from cardboard paper and wrote a letter to Amitabh, the contents of which I think I have erased from my memory out of sheer embarassment. I gave the letter to my mom and asked her to mail it for me. I think my mother still keeps that letter somewhere.


7. I had asthma quite regularly when I was a kid. So I was banned from having cold drinks and ice-creams although these are the two things I lived for during recess. One rainy day, my mother took additional precaution warning me early in the morning not to take any ice-cream. Tempting fate, I ate anyway during recess. When I got home she asked me again if I ate ice cream that day. With innocent eyes and vigorous shakes of the head, I said NO. Then my mother pointed to my white shoe with a drop of lime green on it and I was found out. I never trusted myself to lie to my mom again.


8. I was back in my kampung in Pahang. In those days the toilet was a good 300m away from the house at a perigi. (well) The water was outta-this world cold & shiok but the journey to and fro were lined with small bushes and broken twigs and branches. I never did dare go to the well alone and when I walk I tended to skip a little to prevent anything from crawling up my legs. But there was this one time as we walk back from a bath, I felt pain on both my shins. I thought it must have been a mosquito bite so I endured it all the way home. While I was changing at home, I realised two leeches had stuck themselves to my legs and were sucking me dry. I screamed bloody murder and my grandmother came to my rescue. Pulled those things off my legs and squashed them with the butt-end of a parang. I sobbed so hard not so much from the pain but from pure disgust of having those things on me and the sheer amount of blood I saw.

9. I was an over-confident kid. I was never afraid of strangers and I was a bit of a show-off. (Some people tell me that hasn't changed much, well...) Anyway I took great pride in being able to speak snatches of hindi I caught from my dad and from hindi films. So everywhere I went, whenever I had a willing audience, I'd stand in a pose and start reciting "Kya Khabar hai?" "Acha hai" and start reciting no 1-10 in hindi. Most of the time, they would laugh, pat me on the head and call me a clever girl. One Bhai with thick white beard at Arab Street liked me so much he asked if I wanted to be his daughter. From that day onwards I never showed off my Hindi language skills again.

Lastly...

10. I was a scared kid. I was never really adventurous and I hated climbing/running of any kind. But I hated not being able to do something while all the rest of my peers could. There was this playground near my home that I frequented whenever my cousins came to visit. There was this climbing contraption, (the name of which I have no idea) which requires you to do both vertical and horizontal climbing. The vertical part I passed with no problem but the second I stepped onto the flat part, I'd paralyse with fear, not daring to take a step forward yet too determined to not take a step back. I always make sure I was the last to go up cause I know I'd create a standstill. Once I went with my cousins and their parents and I stayed up there for 45 mins, sweat running through my hands and dripping off my face yet I refuse to budge. In the end, since it was getting dark, my uncle scooped me up and bundled me home. Somehow nobody ever mentioned that incident from that day.

Childhood Revisited Part One

Enuff of rants for a while. Its time to get confessional. Inspired by the blog marathon master's post here are the 10 most poignant childhood moments of mine.

1. I was 5 and we were in KL for the usual school hols, staying at a hotel and visiting my uncle and aunt at their rented place at Kampung Melayu when it started to rain non-stop. Before we knew it, the water level rose before our eyes and slowly crept into the living room. That was my first ever experience with flood. I saw unmentionable things float by and for the first time, I felt insecure. I was upset and my parents and uncle and aunt were all not able to set things right for me. They were all upset too. That was my first ever experience with fear.

2. I was 7 and I accopmpanied my mother to her fortnightly salon appointment. While she was busy having her hair fashioned, I played outside the salon with a classmate who happen to lived just above the salon. When my classmate's grandmother came to fetch her, she invited me over to their place to look at her pet terrapins. Without batting an eyelid I said ok. When my mom finished her session, she looked high and low for me. The managress of the salon said she might have seen me leave with my classmate. She was about to take the lift up when I came strolling down oblivious of the hell I've created for myself. Needless to say I was dragged home and was given my very first introduction to the rotan. Lucky we never did became good friends.

3. I was 5 and my fav radio programme was Victor & Charlie Show on Radio One. You send a letter to them with your phone number. If you were selected, they would call you on the show and ask you a riddle. If you got it right, you'd get a prize. I so wanted to be on the show and finally got my chance. I still remember the riddle they asked me "What room has no windows?" I think I answered store room. Hahaha. Still I got the complimentary prize of 6 F& N glasses.

4. My dad, being a political journo, always got invitations to every govt-initiated event. One such event was the launch of the One People One Nation One Singapore theme in 1988 (if I'm not wrong) For the benefit of the news crew, I was asked to be camera-ed being interviewed by Mr Wong Kan Seng, the then Minister of Foreign Affairs. I think he asked me what was my national day wish for Singapore. I can't, for the life of me, remember what I answered. But I remember liking the way I look on tv. hehe

5. If you think I'ma shopaholic, you obviously haven't met my mom. Whn my mom shops, she seems in her own world. I used to get so frustrated keeping up with her that I used to wonder if she would notice if I were to go missing. I used to hide in the racks of clothes and leave her looking for me in circles. But once, when she was out shopping with my aunt and uncle from Malaysia and I did the same, she didn't come looking for me. When I finally came out of my hiding place, they were absolutely nowhere to be found. I went crying to the cashier who brought me to the security booth asking for an announcement to be made. When my mother heard, she came running and seeing me all teary and red-eyed, she laughed and asked if I ever wanted to hide again. No prizes for guessing my answer.

to be con't ......

Your Birthdate: June 17

You tend to find yourself lucky - both in business and in life. And while being wealthy is nice, you enjoy sharing your abundance with others. You put your luck to good use: you are very ambitious and goal oriented. Often times, you get over excited and take on more than you can manage. Your strength: Your ability to make your own luck Your weakness: Thinking you can do it all Your power color: Bronze Your power symbol: Half Moon Your power month: August

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

To My Dearest Anonymous

When Push Came to Shove, Literally!!

I was on the train this morning on the way to work when the trains stopped for a long time at Bradell MRT. The doors kept closing and opening and after the 6th time, the driver announced to the passengers "Please do not stand in the way of the closing doors. You are delaying the train service." Despite the announcement, the doors kept opening and closing. The rest of the commuters were starting to get restless and hissing sounds were heard, obviously showing their displeasure at the unidentified culprit. Then just as suddenly another announcement came on. "One of the train doors is faulty. This train will terminate here. All passengers please alight and board the next train. ...."

So, like a herd of anak kambing, all of us got up and left the train. Just as I reached the door, there was a standstill. Some passengers, out of sheer frustration, started to push their way out. The people behind me started to do the same. I was about to scream at the idiot who was jabbing her bag against my back when I realised "Hey I'm floating!!!" The people behind me were pushing and the people in front of me were moving so I was moving forward involuntarily.

Apparently the people who had alighted earlier have positioned themselves right at the door, so that they will be the first to board the next train. They refuse to budge and the people still inside the train were stuck. Seriously, you'd think people have more brains than that. If they do not make way for the people to alight, the train can't move and no next train can come. It's crazy the way selfishness and kiasu-ism rears its ugly head in moments like this.

And that was not the end of it. When the next train came, push really came to a shove when everybody rushed to get onto the train. As I was being "floated" into the train, I can't forget the look of bewilderment of the guy who was trying to alight from the train. He had this look of fear and disbelief in his eyes. Considering how deserted Braddel station is, he must have had a rude shock seeing so many people at the station. Despite the circmstances I almost chuckled.

2 particular ladies at the back of the herd, started shoving really hard when the usual warning sounds of the door closing sounded. By then thankfully, I was already inside the train, squeezed between a lady with a briefcase and another kakak. The people who were near the door started screaming in Mandarin to the two ladies but
they put on this muka sardin look and kept shoving. One lady wearing a T-shirt with Lego emblem started cursing in Hokkien at those two. The sardin faced people were emotion-less. To be fair they were not the only two at fault. Every other person was shoving too. As I looked around me, I realised there was a lady with a todller probably on the way to a child care. Had the lady not carried her son, I'm sure the toddler would have been trampled. No one gave priority for the lady with the young child to alight or board. It was strictly FOR EACH HIS OWN.

For a minute, I began to think what would Singaporeans do in the event of a real life evacuation. Like the terrorism situation at London. Those not killed by the gas/bomb/bullet would inevitably die from being trampled or not being able to leave in time due some people's selfishness. Is this where civillisation was suposed to bring us? I ponder.....

Oh and on another note. No more trains for me!!!!!

Why Is The Sky So High?

In case u are wondering what is that sign on the left hand of all my posts... I'm in a blog marathon started by Ridj. Since the prospect of me ever joining a marathon is like ... NEVER so I guess joining this marathon makes me eligible to say for once that I was ever in a marathon. I think its a splendid idea coz the chances of me gettin found out is negligible. When u say u were in a marathon, ppl won't ask you "The running kind?" They normally assume that marathons are of the running kind. But of course they will be some who just likes asking supid questions, don't they?

Don't you just hate silly questions? When I was in school in my pre-hijab days, I get riled up when I turn up in school with obviously shorter hair and my friends actually stop and ask me "hey did u cut ur hair?" My usual retort is "No it's a wig I found on the bus on the way to school" Or when we are in a restaurant and somebody actually asks the waiter "Is this (pointing to the menu) nice?" DUH!!! Is the guy gonna answer "No its tasteless but please order it anyway or else I won't get my pay and my kids will starve". Or when you get a call in the middle of the night and you answer the phone only on the 3rd time the phone rings and the first thing you hear from the dumbo on the other end is "Sorry ..did I wake you?" All I feel like doing is throwing the phone against the wall.

But my biggest pet peeve is at family gatherings when the old folks meet a kid they haven't seen for a while and actually display their stupidity in its full glory when they ask "You're getting bigger aren't you?" I wish to God I found my acidic tongue earlier such that in my childhood days I could answer innocently (complete with big, round eyes and a tilt of the head) to the old folk "So are you! but at least I'm growing taller"

You may think I have a very low threshold and find me petty for being irritated at such little questions. I agree. They rile me up to no end. My eyes go on auto roll and I get this intense to answer an equally stupid reply.

Why do people ask stupid questions? Is it to make up for the otherwise silence? Or a way of being polite ? Or perhaps they are just plain stupid!! Uuurrgghh!!!!

Eye Trauma RATED R(A)

Occasionally I take the train to work in the mornings esp when The Don's appointments are all in the West. Me being the kind considerate wife that I am (sic!), I volunteer to take the train since otherwise he would have to make the journey to town, pay ERP then make his way all the way back.

So anyway, one of the mornings I was on the escalator, I looked ahead at the person standing a few steps away from me and this is what I saw.


UURRGGHH!!!!!!

My eyes!! My eyes!!!! They are traumatized!!!

What the whole idea man? I know hipster jeans are all the rage nowadays but I think this girl took it a little too far down (hehe pun intended) I looked around me and everybody was sniggering at her but this young lady was busy listening to her mp3 player and oblivious to the freak show she just caused.

I was as traumatised by the flesh showcase as well as the bright yellow socks & red heels. What was she thinking?

The things people will do in the name of fashion!!!!

The Fever Is Here

World Cup is not till June but somehow the fever has arrived 2 months early at our house. My dearest Don who hasn't played soccer since his NS days has suddenly picked it up again. Now he plays quite regularly with his mosque buddies. Apparently they practise every weekend but The Don only joins them for matches every fortnight. (step terror hubby aku ni!)

His soccer boots haven't seen the light of day since he brought it from his parent's place into our home. When he first dug them out from the store room, I took one look at it and told him to keep it as away as humanly possible from me. They looked quite worn out and dirty to me but he insisted that they were in perfect condition. Two matches later, he asked me to accompany him to Queensway to get a new pair.

Queensway was as dinghy as I remember it being back in my schooldays. Ok perhaps a little bit brighter but the shops were all just as I remembered them. We went shop by shop by shop but he still didn't find a pair that struck a chord in his heart.


At the 6th shop on the 1st floor (we started from the topmost floor) my Don finally got his heart's desire....


ADIDAS PREDATOR PULSE

He narrowed his choices to two boots actually. One was a white with yellow studs Nike and the other is the one you see above. I never liked yellow anyway (yellow yellow dirty fellow) so I chose this one for him. And he got it at quite a steal it seems. (I wouldn't know anyhow) If anything, I wondered why something you use to kick in mud and grassy swamp costs hundreds of dollars. I took photos of the way it looked now coz I shudder to think what the boots will look like after a match.

So now that he's happy that he has got his boots, my turn to drag him to Nine West for a couple of pairs for me. *grins*

Potatos Potatoes

There is an absolute valid and sound reason why I haven't been updating my blog. When The Don went to get a tv + entertainment system for my mother as her birthday present (and automatically entrenching himself as the favourite son-in-law title holder), he also brought home an LCD tv for our bedroom. It was a totally spur-of-the-moment decision as we never intended to put a tv in our room. With the recent slashing of prices of LVD tvs I guess the price was just too good to say no. While I initially didn't like the idea of a tv in the room, I must say I was swooped off my feet and was instantly converted when my eyes chanced upon the cystal clear image emitting from the google box and the sleek lines of the flat tv set.



So now the tv is the first thing we on when we wake up from our slumber and the last thing we see before we doze off to dreamland. (actually thank god for timers otherwise the tv would still be on in the morning. )We know what relationship experts say about having tvs in the room. But we bet they said that coz they dun have tvs in their room hehe. Besides the extra tv really comes in useful on Fri nights when he wants to watch WRC Rally on AXN and I wanna watch Midsommer Murders on Hallmark. So to say that having a tv in the bedroom is bad for the relationship, au contraire I'd say.

In fact the tv is so delicious that I've begun a campaign prodding The Don to change our living room 21 inch box tv set into an LCD set as well.(or wait!! perhaps a Plasma ??) Despite the probability of having my plan met is almost equal to that of SDP winning the 2006 Singapore election and forming a new government, I will keep on trying.

Ever since we got the LCD tv, suddenly all the programmes on tv seemed interesting. And our twice weekly night walks have been shelved to god-knows-when. Suddenly we have become .......