Fishy Therapy

Hmm... I haven't blogged for a while. My readers must have all ran away because of my... laziness. :)

Well, I'm busy!

But heck, I promise something nice for you today. They are some pictures I've been dying to show you.





Tada...!



It's what I call the ultimate pampering therapy where you get the tiny little soft sucking mouth of little fishy to 'kiss' on your dirty hands and feet. They just love your dead skin.

There's even a cute little fat tadpole... can you spot it?




Ya, this 'disgusting' treatment is discovered by my dad. He asked me to dump in my foot to his filthy little pond (which I reluctantly did so being total me and disgusting and weird and adventurous most of the time) and the next thing I know was I'm TOTALLY ADDICTED to it. It's so 'siok'!


You can just soak in any part of your body and they would just swamp in and take a feast out of your dead skin! I tell ya, it's a win-win situation. The fish get fed and you get cleaned... what's better than that?

Go ahead, try it out in your fish pond and share your joy with me!!!

Experiencing Tsunami as a Form of Entertainment?

What would you do if the police told you a Tsumani is about to hit in your area? Would you stay in house? Move to a safer area? Hope that the warning is wrong?

Or would you:
Penangite A (talking to a friend) : Hey, there's a Tsunami tonight, wanna go and watch?

Penangite B : Okay, I'll bring some potato chips.

This is actually happening in Penang:

Heed tsunami warnings

PENANG: The police are disappointed with Penangites who ignored orders to stay clear of the promenades in Gurney Drive and Esplanade following a tsunami warning issued on Wednesday night.

“Heed our warning. It is for your own good. If a tsunami had really hit that night, those who lingered on could have been seriously injured or even lost their lives,” said George Town OCPD Asst Comm Azam Abd Hamid.

Unconcerned of danger: Many curious onlookers gathering
along the coastal area of Gurney Drive in Penang on Wednesday
night to look out for tsunamis.

Gurney Drive was among the areas here that were badly hit by the Dec 26, 2004, tsunami.

Waves reaching up to 3m pounded the promenade and left the place covered in silt, mud and debris then.

The other places badly hit were the southern coastal areas of Balik Pulau and the northern beaches from Teluk Bahang to Tanjung Tokong. A total of 52 people died in Penang as a result of the tsunami.

Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM) lecturer Prof Koh Hock Lye said many Penangities were either not concerned or ill-informed of the danger of tsunamis.

He explained that tsunamis occurred in a series of waves and was not a single large wave as commonly perceived.

“The people must vacate when there is a tsunami warning. It is very dangerous because the waves often take hours to dissipate. That is why the tsunami warning in Indonesia was issued, withdrawn and reissued,” he added.

It's so Jaw Dropping I've Got to Share

you've got male

New Rule: When 'Dating' Online, Add 20 Years, 100 Lbs. To Your Partner's Profile

In a bizarre, completely epic, seemingly made-for-the-big screen true story featured in Wired, a 45-year-old former Marine living in upstate New York named Thomas Montgomery visited gaming site Pogo with a fabricated identity: that of Tommy, an 18-year-old Marine about to be sent to Iraq. In a chat room, he met Jessi, an 17-year-old West Virginian girl, with whom he fell in love over IM. There were times when Tommy couldn't be online because he was "on duty" -- but that was really because Montgomery had a wife, two daughters and a job in a factory. Jessi, however, had more free time on her hands, so she would make video montages of herself for Tommy, set to Aerosmith power ballads. About eight months after they'd met online, Tommy proposed. Jessi accepted.

He sent her flowers; she sent him G-strings and dog-tags engraved "Tom & Jessi Always & Forever." Tommy told Jessi to send his mail to Thomas Montgomery, his "father."

Montgomery was consumed by his marathon online chats with Jessi. While at work, he didn't stop talking about her, telling colleagues that he planned to leave his wife and move to West Virginia. In the evening, he would chase his daughters off the computer, planting himself in front of the screen late into the night.

At some point, Montgomery's wife, Cindy, discovered some of the items Jessi had sent. "I cannot believe is that you are living out some bizarre fantasy -- as father and son," she wrote in a note to her husband. Cindy also wrote a letter to Jessi, enclosing a family photo and explaining that there was no "Tommy," only a 45-year-old man, his fantasies, his wife and two daughters (ages 14 and 16).

Jessi didn't know what to think, so she contacted a coworker Tommy had mentioned also frequented Pogo: Brian Barret. She wanted to know if Tommy was real or fake. Brian, 22, told Jessi the truth: Tommy didn't exist. But Brian and Jessi started messaging regularly. And that's when things took a turn for the worse. Brian boasted about IMing Jessi at work, and, not surprisingly, Montgomery started "acting erratic." And one day, as he was leaving work, someone shot Brian three times, killing him. Montgomery was charged with the murder, and while detectives were investigating, they also found Jessi's phone number on Brian's phone, so they contacted her.

"Jessi" turned out to be a 45-year-old mother of two who had used her daughter's screen name and pictures in all of the contact with Tommy and Brian.

There's several things to be learned from this story, among them that one should never, ever communicate with anyone in West Virgina, that no one left in the world, save Ashton Kutcher and The Girls Next Door, wants to have sex with people over 45, and that To Catch A Predator's Chris Hanson will probably have a job for all of eternity.

An IM Infatuation Turned to Romance. Then the Truth Came Out. [Wired]

I Can't Wait to Try

I've never liked steak. It just very unappertising for me.

First off, it's too much meat. Secondly, very chewy. And... no taste.
Or it is just because I've never tasted a great steak before?

I StumbeUpon-ed this site: Jaden's Steamy Kitchen and she actually managed to made me drool and wanted to prepare a steak feast.

You should really try it out. I've added the link on the right as well.

Labeling your shoes

It was a long weekend for Merdeka (Malaysia's National Day) celebration. Have you ever wondered what a suppressed artist, trained in one of the world's most crazy art schools, like Jamie, does in a non-crazy, non-exciting, all tudung and all commercial like money sucking satanic capitalist Kuala Lumpur over a 3 days' holiday? (Did I mention alone?)


Honestly, I've been doomed for quite a long while. Trying to act like a normal person and all that. But beneath this all cheerful and innocent looking face... the artist inside me is running amok. Why is everyone so... normal? Where are all the people who are like me?

And I'm not talking about ordinary stupid low-self esteem artists you know. I'm talking about highest of class affirmative and dynamic-forward-thinking-bordering-insanity-yet-not-a-little-trace-of-it kind of artists. You know, those who you fear and yet talent you cannot help but to marveled at. Think of terms like bizarre, genius, ahead of time, out of the box...etc

I think I'm too numb to even think what I should do next to revive the other side of me aka the truly normal me. I give myself 2 months. If the sky is not falling snow or money and if a drop dead gorgeous handsome, rich, intelligent, romantic and sexy Italian man (oh, must know how to cook) is not showing up at my door 8 more Sundays to come, I will choose either

1. a career as Samaritan : free consultation to meaningful and healthy lifestyle. What am I good at, you ask? Behold my friend, I'll show you the whole new hidden power and treasure of the unseen world nature has to offer. Role options: a nun or a weird and outstanding and super-geng (Cantonese) New Age medical Master. Woo hoo!
   
2. fulltime artist : pour my heart and soul in expressing intangible thoughts through visual and audio. To Wow the world. I know I can do it. (It's this damn swamp city that's oppressing me now...) Location choice: London or Australia. Total indulgence for myself, and total enlightenment for people who come to see my shows. :-)
   

Either one will not be too difficult in achieving monetary returns. I suppose. But before I could even think of doing such dramatic actions, here is a proof of my degree of insanity thusfar:

I labeled my shoes.

Only people who've been affected with madness would do that.

I've not drawn like a real person for sooooo loooooong. Way too many o's! I did the most insane thing by drawing my own footwear. And... if you like it, and as crazy as I am, here's a bit of Jamie/Yeng for your desktop:



Yeah, what a huge favour I've done to myself! Total satisfactory! :-)

BTW, like my shoes?

Photo blog

I recently made a couple of trips down to Johor to visit a university and also to attend some events.

This is the banner I saw from a Biotech exhibition. My bro noticed the hilarious use of Malay and English together. See whether you can spot it.


While visiting a pilot plant, I was made to wear these:

which is REALLY nice I must admit. ;-)

And....
I saw these desperate banner for a closing down sale, literally!



Really 'cham', you know!

The dying recipe

I've 'stumbleupon' this website and it seems the herbs and spices for KFC aren't that complicated after all. You see, all things are there, it just a matter of formulation and how you make use of it, so true to Chinese concoction as well! The ability to mix and match herbs in the right proportion gives you the magic!

Please try it out and let me know how KFC it test. :-) (Of course, with the right pressure frying lah)

Straying cats?

I recently returned from JB from a whole new experience trip that energized my blood and veins that I find my home being left un-care of. I am beginning to contemplate the idea of renting a small hotel room since all I need is a place to shower and spent the night...

Anyway, I return home to find there were cats living off my corridor! There is the father cat, mother cat and a little kitty cat.

Well, how do I know if they are one family? Coz the father is gray in colour, and the mum white with patches of ...er... orange and black fur... and the kitty is gray. Anyhow... they were meowing to me non-stop.

I went oh... so nice that there are actually people who welcome me home! And they say MEOW! Well, they are not exactly people, but... the nearest best thing to some moving organisms that can open the mouth and try to communicate to me loh.



I felt loved at first but soon realised it's food they are looking for, esp. the mother cat. Cheh, so much of me for feeling wanted. She went to my kitchen and tried to tell me that she wanted to eat my box of dried anchovies. She showed me the box then came round to my legs, then the box, then my legs... okay, I get it.

So I cooked something for her... of course with the dried anchovies, and little did I know, I'm already "in the running towards becoming America next Top Model"... ah?? oh, sorry, just a cat caterer. This is really what you call, once you start, you can't stop...


I became a cat cook, which is something I'm willing to do, for now! Coz... it's fun to try to cook up something healthy and natural for someone(...er... ok, cat). Gives whole new meaning to cooking!

Okay, I'm going too far off...

Well, I reckon the young kitty is too young to consume solid food and still relies on the mother for milk. So the next day I cooked something real nice for the mother hoping that my sweet heart and soul in cooking the meal could be transferred through the mother's body to her. These are the ingredient:

1) Dried Anchovies
2) Diced Carrot
3) Little dash of milk (cow)
4) Little chunks of whole meal bread
5) Tiny little bit of Bamboo salt
6) Tiny little teaspoon of Tuna fish (for smell)

So delicious, man!

The kitty cat is really dumb dumb, she doesn't know what the mum is doing. She just sat and watch her mum chews all the funny looking stuff.


Ey, you know, they say the innocent always gives the honest answer, probably the kitty cat knows that it's wiser not to put anything yeng cooked into her mouth. Great, that just reminded me of me bunch of misbehaving siblings...

I've heard, but didn't know it is actual

You know, I've always heard that names of important muslims are freakin' long. I didn't know that is it actually thiiiiiiiiis long.

May I present you Hassanal Bolkiah, Sultan of Brunei:

Kebawah Duli Yang Maha Mulia Paduka Seri Baginda Sultan Haji Hassanal Bolkiah Al-Mu'izzaddin Waddaulah ibni Almarhum Sultan Omar Ali Saifuddien Sa'adul Khairi Waddien

Can he remember his own name?

Am I pregnant?

We hear people using the word 'weird' all the time applying to a lot of things that are not necessarily weird. But last night, I had truely weird dreams.

I dreamt that I was lying on my bed being announced to the most unexpected news: I'm pregnant. There was the atmosphere of X'mas in the air, somehow. And while I was trying to figure out HOW and WHEN I was pregnanted, with all the smiling faces of my father, mother and friends around me, one of my aunties, while happily congratulated me, said this to my ear :"it's not by the man you thought you loved, it's the other one, you know"

What the heck is that supposed to mean? Isn't that a bit dramatic? And the most unexpected of unexpected news of all? While being dizzy and confused, I was drifted to another dream where I saw myself swiping my Credit Card guiltily to buy a really fine rectangular luxury watch with a dark blue face combined with gold accesories, in a super luxury multi-star graded hotel. I was wearing it and joined my companions for breakfast and, oh boy, against the majestic white roman like background (with white drapes and red and yellow florals) the buffet setup was like a supermarket. There were just far too many food and I am not exagerating if I say it was all the breakfast varieties you could have from all over the world. I went crazy collecting everything onto my plate and I think I almost lost my feet because of rounds and rounds of picking.

And you know what? The best part of all: I didn't get to eat any of them because while I was contemplating in front of the display of sausages and salami and etc, I heard a voice that whispered my name and then 'woala' I was transformed back to reality!

I woke up and saw the clock hanging on the wall proudly pronouncing that it's 8:50 a.m.

Ok, ok. I get it. Time to go to work!

*Boy, am I glad that I'm not pregnant!!!!!

Great Quote

Here's one for all the hypocrites out there:

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
- Jean Kerr

A story to share

I heard this from a Korean friend and I don't know how true it is but it certainly is a beautiful story.

Apparently this story is told to every kid at school. Here it goes:

Long, long time ago, about 1500 years back, there exist a bright Queen who's the ruler of what now we call Korea. The story began with her looking at a painting and some plant seeds given as gifts from one of the many Kings from the neighbouring country - China. This King sent over a painting of a certain species of flower that indicate what the seeds would grow to look like. Our Queen looked at the painting and said that, this seed will bear flower that have no smell as she found that there's no bees or butterflies illustrated in the painting. She was right.

She also received a young plant from this King. She passed it to a temple for the monks to look after. As years go by, this plant did not grow into the height what we would normally categorise as tree and it's shorter than man. It's a small trea and that the leaves are the sizes of your nails, even smaller! One day, she visited the temple (must be like 10-20 years later) and saw the tree in the temple (still looking small). And she found that the monks in the temple, though over 60 years of age, looking fantastically young and have in possess the most good looking skin on their face.

Curiosity strikes and it was because, any gifts from the royal family had to be regarded as important properties, the monks were collecting fallen leaves from the small tree and had put them into the rice cooker to be cooked together with rice and served to all monks as a mean of appreciating the royal gift. And, woala!, those leaves are full of antioxidant (I guess) and Vit E that it preserved their youth! So, here you go, that's the story of the 1500 years old tea tree in Korea, which is still amazingly alive.

She then understood the meaning of this tea tree as a gift from the King, i.e. he wanted to marry her. She wrote a letter to the Chinese King and told him that she will keep him in her heart. I don't know why they didn't get married. But, after he died, she missed his so much, she constructed a temple to remember him by. Which, yes, is still in Korea.

What a beautiful story...

Where is Jamie aka Yeng?

Is this blog over and done with?

Ladies and gentlemen, what a year it's been for me. First I parted my comfortable I.T. job, took 8 months' leave to do my practical in ShanDong, a some where that's no where on earth, striving hard to make friends with farmers and Chinese practitioners who's never seen anything beyond their mountains, got to meet foreigners from all over the world trying to find authentic China, try to save myself every time I cross a road, then I went back to tropical K.L. with all the smiling faces, welcoming neigbhours, with one thousand and one projects lining for me to start the engine, with one freaking dissertation to write, got flown to Bangkok for Chinese New Year, stayed there and ate buffet day and night for 2 weeks, got enough of CAs and CUPs, flown back to K.L. high fever for 1 week, contracted Dengue (ya, should really buy Jackpot already), got the whole world worried about me, the whole world chasing me to complete their projects, me in really bad mood, French Art Festival design needs finalisation, recovering now, not enough heamogoblin running around my body, cannot think much.

Hmm... that's what happened to me loh.

Mum's gone back to hometown, leaving me to survive in lonely K.L. I think will have a lot of Sushi tonight to make myself happy.

CheerS!

Jamie Yeng in Bangkok

Only managed to stay in KL for 14 days and off I flew to Bangkok. CNY is not a happening thing here. Everyone chinese is hiding in their own little cozy home to enjoy the festival while Yeng stuffs herself to death with 3 buffet a day and emjoying Thai massage every alternative day. Oh... life is so boring... *smirk*

Back in Town...

...in one piece, of course.

So much of Shandong, China. I had the hardest time leaving my Taiwanese and Australian buddies. Never ever shed a tear for friendship but I did for Shandong. It is not so much of the place, but the people you meet there: people of all walks of life from all over the world coming to China in search for authentic TCM experience and *TADA* got disappointed. This is absolutely some kind of experience.


I miss you all!

And... so much for the earthquake in Taiwan that caused major heavy traffic in China. I couldn't access to blogger.com and consequently me missing in action for a while. Don't worry! There are still a lot of interesting stories in my picture bucket. Will keep on blogging... after all, that's what single people do, don't they? lol


Oh, and since I couldn't keep up with the actual date to blog I've decided to post in real time. :-) I've yet to get a broadband connection in my apartment, so hopefully it could be done soonest. So, do expect more 'meat' to come. :-) Good night.

Found a photo!

It's been a while since my junior makes her appearance on my blog. She's a nice girl. Well, I guess we're just as alone being the rare Southern species here. There are more people who can speak English here than Cantonese you know, let alone Malay. I'm gonna miss her company and all the free modelling making my monotomous photos less boring.



Just in case you are wondering if it's the wrong season, the photo's taken on 1st Oct. Yupe, it's 7th Jan today. And it's FREEZING cold. As I sit here blogging, the temp outside is chilling at -8 degree C. Damn nice! :p

Cheerio!

I'm overwhelmed today by a lot of unexpected birthday greetings. Cakes, gifts, FREE nice food, lovely sms-es, touching e-cards and blog comments, good times, new friends, many versions of birthday songs + laughters. I feel blessed. Don't know what I did to deserve all that coz I am that heartless person that never ever remember birthdays. So...Thank You all. *kiss*

My colleagues from KL had sent me, so far, the best thing I've ever found in my inbox. I haven't felt so touched like that in a loooooong while since the demise of someone I really cared about. For that I did this:



Anyone who dares to comment on my rounded cheek and bookish glasses is guartanteed a good punch on your left chest when I'm back. :-p

Otherwise, I love you all. X X O

Tara!