AngelOne

Happy Father's Day

I would like to share with you a story, before father’s day. It is based on a true story…hehehe….it’s more of an incident that I had with my father.

Recently I just got my pay, and for the first time (in a long, long while) I saw money in my pathetic bank account. And it was quite a large amount – for me. However happy I was, I had to withdraw half to settle my backdated bills. Although half was gone, I was finally happy I had my own money to settle my debts.

On that very evening, my dad approached me and we had the ugliest conversation I’ve ever had with him….well, there were a few in the past, but that’s another story.

He, literally, demanded RM500 from me that very instant!

I’m only left with half the amount and I need the money to survive until the next month (mind u toll and petrol a day to Cyber don’t come cheap).

I told him I don’t have the money because I just paid my car and bills, and he said raising his voice, “I don’t care! That’s your problem! I am also one of your backdated debts!”

I keep telling him I don’t have money but he refuse to accept it.

Last week I had to go to Langkawi for 2 days for assignment. I borrowed from him RM300, which I only used RM150. I returned the RM150, paid the remaining RM150 and he demanded another RM150. I told him that I can’t give him money yet as this is only the first month I’ve started working. I said I’ll give him RM500 after 3 months of working, but he strongly disagreed. I negotiated,I’ll give him money after June, but he strongly refused and insisted I pay him now (my father sounds like a debt collector. Well I’m not surprise since he works as a credit control executive).

His next words were, “Fine, u return the RM300 u owe me and next month u give me RM500 plus the RM150!” (At this point he wasn’t only raising his voice, he was losing his temper, threatening me in a demanding voice).

I stood my ground and said calmly, “I’m sorry I don’t have the money. I can only give u RM300 from next month onwards.” I really didn’t have any money left if I gave in to him cause I had to think of my rent and saving money in case of emergencies while staying outside.

He was hysterical by that time, yelling now, “Fine, if u don’t give me the money, I have a form here, u sign your car over to me now!”

I said, “That is ridiculous! How am I going to work then?” And u know what he replied?

His exact words were, “I don’t care! That’s your problem!”

That time I was beginning to breakdown, trying very hard not to cry I said calmly, but with my shaking voice, “U are being very unreasonable. Because of money u treat me this way.”

His final words were, “Yes, I am being unreasonable because in the past u made one mistake and it cost me RM3, 000. So now I have the right to ask u for money!” (the RM3,000 he paid was actually my college tuition fees. I extended one more semester, whereas I took a loan to settle the rest of the course). Isn’t it ironic when here I am paying back the loan which cost RM18, 000 and he treats me this way for RM3, 000?

After his final words, I couldn’t stand around anymore to take this ill treatment. I slammed my room door on him and cried the whole evening.

I moved out the next day and now I’m trying to forget that incident and move on with my life. But it’s difficult when it involves your father of all people.

So the moral of the story is, if your father is compassionate, understanding, generous, gentle, don’t take advantage of him. Treasure him for there are many people out there who do not have that privilege as u.

Happy Father’s Day.

(p.s: Thanks to Ezee for always being there for me. Thanks to Mikey and Sparty for taking me in. Thanks Botak for being ever-ready to help a friend in times of need. Thanks Doyle for the free dances....... or for giving me a sneak preview of Brokeback Mountain with Matthew. And thank u all for taking the time to read my blog)

Updates.

As the title suggests, this is an update on what I’ve been up to and so on.

For those who I barely keep in touch with…sorry. I rarely blog.

Hehehe….

So now I blog…for you okies?

Anyways, I’m working now with BlueHyppo.com (TM Net) as a writer. I just joined for 1 month. I’m happy, the benefits are good and my colleagues are all great people. Oh yeah, my office’s in Cyberjaya.

For those who don’t know, I’ve moved out on my own to USJ. It’s closer to the Puchong highway and from there is nearer to work. I am happy and contented....that’s an over-statement.

For those who I promised to treat with my first paycheck….I think I need to postpone it a bit. Sorry.

My surprise Birthday party!

For an indepth story on my surprise Birthday party, please click:

http://ryukaze.blogs.friendster.com/ezees_blog/

Hehehe...my sayang got it all written in detail. Saves me the trouble. I thank the people behind the surprise scare...u know who u are...I got a heart attack and almost died, but I still luv u guys!

The Onion Tag

Boo-hoo-hoo and a bag of ghost! I’ve been tagged!..

But what do I do?..it is common courtesy to tag someone else!..hah!..(Look out people! u're next!..)

Before we start, u’ll come across the word ‘fish’ a lot. It’s my way of cussing. I’m sweet and innocent u see :p

Here goes nothing...

Layer One - On The Outside

Name: As if u don’t know my name! (What the fish!)

Birth Date: 15 April (u owe me a present)

Current Status: Wishing I can download cause I didn’t this morning..and now I’m paying for the ‘outcome’ (if u know what I mean)

Eye Color: Blackish brown

Hair Color: Black with brown highlights

Righty or Lefty: I am neutral…I swear!

Layer Two - On The Inside

My Heritage: A very merry Jap

My Fears: As strange as it may sound..i’m afraid of grass. Yes, grass. Why? I’m afraid of stepping on shit – all kinds of shit. Now don’t go shitting on my lawn, or else…or else my neighbours insist I keep u cage in a kennel for indecent exposure! Fish.

My Weaknesses: Bright, colourful and shinny stuff. Go shopping with me and u’ll know what I mean.

My Perfect Pizza: I’m not a fan of pizza

Layer Three - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

My Thoughts first thing when I wake up: What’s for breakfast?

My Bedtime: What’s for breakfast tomorrow?

My Most Missed Memory: I think I missed that one…

Layer Four - My Picks

Pepsi or Coke: Coke

McDonald’s or Burger King: I have to say Burger King cause if u look up the word ‘Burger King’ in the dictionary, u’ll see my boyfriend’s face in there

Single or Group Dates: If it were a single date, wouldn’t I be alone?...now why the fish do I want to be alone???

Adidas or Nike: Nike

Tea or Nestea: Both. Yes I am greedy.

Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla

Cappucino or Coffee: Nescafe

Layer Five - Do I..

Smoke: Nope. I not on fire…I’m ‘hot’ though..

Curse: I have been known to utter every single species of fish (that I know of) known to man

Take a Shower: If I have to

Have a Crush: Yes I do

Think I’ve been in Love: I don’t think. I know so

Go to School: Well I did but not anymore…I’m working now (yes, I’m a smart-ass with these questions. What to do, born this way)

Want to get Married: Definitely, I do not want to grow old at a home for spinsters! My god no!...

Believe in Myself: Yes, definitely!

Think I’m a Health Freak: Yes. I freak out a lot…it does wonders for my health. U should try it too

Layer Six - In The Past Month..

Drank Alcohol: Nope

Gone to the Mall: Are u kidding? It’s my second, third…fourth..home

Been on Stage: Nope

Eaten Sushi: Yep, my staple diet. If u look up the word ‘sushi’ in the dictionary, u’ll see my picture there. If u look up the word ‘sushi monster’, u’ll also see my picture - with a handroll in one hand and sake sashimi in the other!

Dyed your Hair: No, sadly..

Layer Seven - Have I Ever..

Played a Stripping Game: Nope

Changed Who I Am to Fit In: Yes. I could sing Hindi songs and was even in love with Anil Kapoor!

Layer Eight - Age..

I am Hoping To Be Married: I am hopping to be married!...not just yet though..

Layer Nine - In a Guy..

Best Eye Color: Light brown..or dark..whichever..

Best Hair Color: Dark jet black hair..

Short or Long Hair: Short of course..I don’t want people mistaking him for me..

Layer Ten - What Was I Doing..

1 Min Ago: Crop dusting..

1 Hour Ago: Still crop dusting…

4.5 Hours Ago: Beating up my pc for being slow

1 Month Ago: Praying for a job

1 Year Ago: Praying to graduate as soon as possible

Layer Eleven - Finish The Sentence

I Love: my sayang

I Feel: the need to crop dust summore..

I Hate: a large amount of unnecessary body hair growing all over parts of me

I Hide: my toys so my parents can’t give them away. Yes, I’m still playing with toys, so?

I Need: a body like Charlize Theron, legs like Gisele Bundchen, lips like Angelina Jolie and a whole lot of cash like Bill Gates!

- The End -

Oh yeah…here on, I tag thee..

The Writer’s Pen

The writer’s pen is full of vigor and force.

As it runs across a piece of paper, it scribbles words that can set sail an armada of ships, move mountains and divide seas.

“The pen is mightier than the sword” goes the old saying that even in battle, with a wave of a pen can predict defeat or victory.

The writer in a happy mood writes stories that will cheer the heart and make laughter.

The writer in a sad mood writes poems that stabs the heart, hurt the eyes and make the whole world cry.

A writer in love will write words for the soul and sonnets of love.

The writer’s pen is much more capable of vast things one can only imagine.

The writer’s pen: writes, fights, stabs, sweetens, pressures and saddens the human heart.

Just like vengeance to Macbeth,

Just like a stab to Caesar’s heart,

Just like confusion in the Comedy of Errors,

Just like a tragedy of Romeo and Juliet,

Just like life according to Aristotle.

The writer’s pen is a vital tool, a tool of protection, a tool of battle and a tool of magic. Use it wisely and well for it will never betray you.

- The End -

Star Wars is better with pants

25 Lines From Star Wars That Can Be Improved if you substitute the word "Pants".

(courtesy of www.thehumorarchives.com)

1.A tremor in the pants. The last time I felt this was in the presence of
my old master.

2.You are unwise to lower your pants.

3.We've got to be able to get some reading on those pants, up or down.

4.She must have hidden the plans in her pants. Send a detachment down to
retrieve them. See to it personally Commander.

5.These pants may not look like much, kid, but they've got it where it counts.

6.I find your lack of pants disturbing.

7.These pants contain the ultimate power in the Universe. I suggest we
use it.

8.Han will have those pants down. We've got to give him more time!

9.General Veers, prepare your pants for a surface assault.

10.I used to bulls-eye womp-rats in my pants back home.

11.TK-421. . . Why aren't you in your pants?

12.Lock the door. And hope they don't have pants.

13.Governor Tarkin. I recognized your foul pants when I was brought on board.

14.You look strong enough to pull the pants off of a Gundark.

15.Luke. . . Help me take...these pants off.

16.Great, Chewie, great. Always thinking with your pants.

17.That blast came from those pants. That thing's operational!

18.Don't worry. Chewie and I have gotten into a lot of pants more heavily
guarded than this.

19.Maybe you'd like it back in your pants, your highness.

20.Your pants betray you. Your feelings for them are strong. Especially
for your sister!

21.Jabba doesn't have time for smugglers who drop their pants at the
first sign of an Imperial Cruiser.

22.Yeah, well short pants is better than no pants at all, Chewie.

23.Attention. This is Lando Calrissean. The Empire has taken control of
my pants, I advise everyone to leave before more troops arrive.

24.I cannot teach him. The boy has no pants.

25.You came in those pants? You're braver than I thought.

21 rules of executive combat, according to Murphy's Laws

(courtesy of http://www.thehumorarchives.com)

1. If the enemy is in range, so are you.

2. Incoming fire has the right of way.

3. Don't look conspicuous, it draws fire.

4. There is always a way.

5. The easy way is always mined.

6. Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.

7. Professionals are predictable, it's the amateurs that are dangerous.

8. The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions:
a. when you're ready for them.
b. when you're not ready for them.

9. Teamwork is essential, it gives them someone else to shoot at.

10. If you can't remember, then the claymore is pointed at you.

11. The enemy diversion you have been ignoring will be the main attack.

12. A "sucking chest wound" is nature's way of telling you to slow down.

13. If your attack is going well, you have walked into an ambush.

14. Never draw fire, it irritates everyone around you.

15. Anything you do can get you shot, including nothing.

16. Make it tough enough for the enemy to get in and you won't be able to get out.

17. Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than yourself.

18. If you're short of everything but the enemy, you're in a combat zone.

19. When you have secured an area, don't forget to tell the enemy.

20. Never forget that your weapon is made by the lowest bidder.

21. If it's stupid but it works, it isn't stupid.

I love you & etc.

I love you & etc.
As I have never loved.
You are the one, of all so far,
That I'm most certain of.

I'll do anything, etc.,
To keep your cool green eyes,
And make you smile that golden smile,
And still your lonely sighs.

You're the greatest & etc.
Car I've ever met.
Right now you are my heart and soul,
Etcetera & etcet.

Is this boring...or fascinating?

This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on Nov. 20, 1994

I was at an airport, reading a newspaper, when the World's Three Most Boring People sat down next to me and started talking as loud as they could without amplifiers. They were so boring I took notes on their conversation. Here's an actual excerpt:

FIRST PERSON (pointing to a big bag): That's a big bag.

SECOND PERSON: That is a big bag.

FIRST PERSON: You can hold a lot in a bag like that.

THIRD PERSON: Francine has a big bag like that.

FIRST PERSON: Francine does? Like that?

THIRD PERSON: Yes. It holds everything. She puts everything in that bag.

SECOND PERSON: It's a big bag.

THIRD PERSON: She says whatever she has, she just puts it in that bag and just boom, closes it up.

FIRST PERSON: Francine does?

SECOND PERSON: That is a big bag.

* * *

I want to stress that this was not all that they had to say about the big bag. They could have gone on for hours if they hadn't been interrupted by a major news development; namely, a person walking past pulling a wheeled suitcase. This inspired a whole new train of thought: ("There's one of those suitcases with those wheels." "Where?" "There, with those wheels." "John has one." "He does?" "With those wheels?" "Yes. He says you just roll it along." "John does?")

And so on. It occurred to me that a possible explanation for some plane crashes might be that people like these were sitting close enough to the cockpit for the flight crew to hear them talk ("There's a cloud." "Look, there's another . . . ") and eventually the pilot deliberately flies into the ground to make them shut up.

The thing is, these people clearly didn't know they were boring. Boring people never do. In fact, no offense, even YOU could be boring. Ask yourself: When you talk to people, do they tend to make vague excuses -- "Sorry! Got to run!" -- and then walk briskly away? Does this happen even if you are in an elevator?

But even if people listen to you with what appears to be great interest, that doesn't mean you're not boring. They could be pretending. When Prince Charles speaks, everybody pretends to be fascinated, even though he has never said anything interesting except in that intercepted telephone conversation wherein he expressed the desire to be a feminine hygiene product.

And even if you're not Prince Charles, people might have to pretend you're interesting because they want to sell you something, or have intimate carnal knowledge of you, or because you hold some power over them. At one time I was a co-investor in a small aging apartment building with plumbing and electrical systems that were brought over on the Mayflower; my partner and I were regularly visited by the building inspector, who had the power to write us up for numerous minor building-code infractions, which is why we always pretended to be fascinated when he told us -- as he ALWAYS did -- about the time he re- plumbed his house. His account of this event was as long as The Iliad, but with more soldering. I'm sure he told this story to everybody whose building he ever inspected; he's probably still telling it, unless some building owner finally strangled him, in which case I bet his wife never reported that he was missing.

The point is that you could easily be unaware that you're boring. This is why everybody should make a conscious effort to avoid boring topics. The problem here, of course, is that not everybody agrees on what "boring" means. For example, Person A might believe that collecting decorative plates is boring, whereas Person B might find this to be a fascinating hobby. Who's to say which person is correct?

I am. Person A is correct. Plate-collecting is boring. In fact, hobbies of any kind are boring except to people who have the same hobby. (This is also true of religion, although you will not find me saying so in print.) The New Age is boring, and so are those puzzles where you try to locate all the hidden words. Agriculture is important, but boring. Likewise foreign policy. Also, come to think of it, domestic policy. The fact that your child made the honor roll is boring. Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside-down. Talking about golf is always boring. (Playing golf can be interesting, but not the part where you try to hit the little ball; only the part where you drive the cart.) Fishing is boring, unless you catch an actual fish, and then it is disgusting.

Speaking of sports, a big problem is that men and women often do not agree on what is boring. Men can devote an entire working week to discussing a single pass-interference penalty; women find this boring, yet can be fascinated by a four-hour movie with subtitles wherein the entire plot consists of a man and a woman yearning to have, but never actually having, a relationship. Men HATE that. Men can take maybe 45 seconds of yearning, and then they want everybody to get naked. Followed by a car chase. A movie called Naked People in Car Chases would do really well among men. I have quite a few more points to make, but I'm sick of this topic.