News Alert: Escaped Lion in Melaka

got this news from an acquaintance:

It is REALLY Scary guys!

Technicians at melaka baru car repair shops were having a normal day at work, when suddenly a nervous looking LION came out of no where…seemingly hungry because of how skinny his body looks

Workers freaked out, jumping over each other, some locking themselves up in cars, some in the offices, and some just ran away…but one brave guy took the picture of this Lion without making a sound….and there was the SHOCK when the Lion turned around….nobody could believe it
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Turns out it’s their Indian co-worker’s dog.. He shaved the dog in such a way to look like a Lion…. let’s just say the Indian co-worker has gotten a bit more than a hard pat on the back hahaha

hahahaha…. cute right???

tribute to the deceased

here’s the inmates of cebu provincial detention and rehabilitation center from the philipines paying tribute to the recently passed on greatest entertainer, michael jackson.

lots of hard work and fun sowed into this choreography. kudos the inmates, and to the choreographers.

laugh out loud

feeling the blues? no worries, here’s something to give you that endorphin kick that you need.

Tim Hawkins on his favorite bible verse.  cheers, eh!

mouthpiece

i know it’s not very nice to snap picture of strangers and post it up on your blog, but i can’t help but got fascinated by this uncle, who took the word mouthpiece very literally, and clipped his bluetooth mouthpiece to his lips.

this gives me the LOL

i was bored out of my mind and decided to watch the first movie i watched when i got back to malaysia – Transformers. and i wanna quote Ironhide, le autobot from Transformers. it was hilarious and gave me the LOL

Ironhide:” the parents, very irritating. can i take them out?”

Optimus Prime:” Ironhide, you know we don’t harm humans. What is with you?”

Ironhide:” well, um, just saying we could. it’s an option.”

rolling on the floor laughing

seriously, this video will give you the laugh out louds!!!!!

mars and venus

the never-ending story of mars and venus, and the never-ending war that the two planet’s inhabitants were in.

amusing read, though i have to warn you, i did not censor off the cursing and vulgarities. cause it will then rid off the originality and humor. so, if you’re under 18, reader’s discretion is highly advised.

enjoy!!

Here’s a prime example of “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” offered by an English professor from the University of Phoenix.

The professor told his class one day: “Today we are going to experiment a new form called the tandem theory. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting his/her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will start the first paragraph of a short story. You will email your partner that paragraph and send a copy to me.

The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and then send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to reread what has  been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely no talking outside of the emails and anything you wish to say must be written in the email. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached. “

The following was actually turned in by two of his students, Rebecca and Gary.

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THE STORY

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first Laurie couldn’t decide which kind of tea she wanted. The  chamomile,which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. “A.S Harris to Geostation 17,” he said into his transgalactic  communicator. “Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far…” But before he could sign off a bluish particle BEAM FLASHED out of nowhere  and blasted a hole through his ship’s cargo bay. The jolt from the ship sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and almost died immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for physically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stop its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. “Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,” Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited and bored her. She stared out her window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of  innocent wonder at  all the beautiful things around her. “Why must one lose one’s innocence to become a woman?” she wondered wistfully.

(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anudrian mothership launched the f irst of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmanent Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anudrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile enter the atmosphere unimpeded.  The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceiveably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)

Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered, tedious neurotic! Whose attempt at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. “Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F**ING TEA???! Oh no, WHAT AM I to do? I’m such an air-headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!”

(Rebecca)

A**hole

(Gary)

B*tch

(Rebecca)

F**K YOU – YOU NEANDERTHAL

(Gary)

Go drink some tea – whore

(Professor)

A+ ……. I really liked this one.

scam or not

okay. that’s how the story goes.

it was somewhere around noon time that i got three miss calls from a very unfamiliar number. thinking it could be work related, i returned call, only to hear from the other end of the line reciting “hello mugshots casting agency”.

i paused for a second or two, doubting my hearing of the word mugshot. so i politely asked who was it that looked for me, and what is that place. the lady who answered the phone courteously replied my questions by telling me that they are indeed a modeling agency, and they supply models for commercials and events.

okay. here’s the thing. this company is a modeling agency. well, nothing weird about that. the only thing that intrigues me is why the heck would a casting agency call me? so i politely informed the lady that i am merely returning a call, and she told me her colleague who called me will call me back shortly.

sure enough, the phone rang and i answered. the line reception was somewhat poor, and i couldn’t figure what it is that she addressed me as. she, however, did asked if i am convenient to talk, and then she started telling me that she called from mugshot casting agency, and that there’s a commercial coming up, and would like me to head to some place (couldn’t catch the place, it’s some mall, i think) for a casting shoot for some commercial (again, due to the poor reception, i couldn’t catch what that commercial is). so she informed me to attend the casting interview that will be held on the 20th april.

i was puzzled. definitely. so i asked her who is it that she is actually looking for, as i really do not recall myself submitting my profile to some modeling agency (come on, who will want a model who barely reaches 5′1″?). i guess she, on the other side, was taken aback by my question and she asked what my name is. i told her who i am, and she asked me whether the number 8xxx123 is my number. i told her yes, this is indeed my number but how does she get my contact? i did not submit anything to them.

she was tongue tied. she did not reply my question as to how she has my contact number. so she told me she will double check the details and then return my call. well, that was the last i hear from her.

now, as any worry wart, i definitely am very skeptical about this phone call. it kinda sounded phony after you ponder upon it and let it sink in a little deeper. but then it didn’t sound that phony.

i mean i don’t know. i know the brother told me it’s most likely a scam. so as any tech-savvy person out there in the whole wide world. i searched the agency’s name, and unsurprisingly there’s nothing on the web about this agency (well, there is mugshots casting agency in london, though). well, it was listed on my central, some sort of phone book directory site, and the number is the exact same number as the one showed on my call log, but there’s no address listed on it (but according to the lady on phone, the location of the office is some where in damansara, so, hmmmmm……). needless to say, i can find nothing of that sort on yellowpages.com.my.

so, scam or no scam? well, i don’t know. but it stirs my curiosity. i kinda wish they will call again to reconfirm my biodata, and i’d like to really what sort of scam they’re cooking up. i mean, come to think of it. it is so interesting, no?? okay, maybe i’m sick. but i find this humorous.

unless they’re looking for somebody short, else, standing at 5′ tall, i doubt i can make one supermodel.

tiny

he was amazed and amused at my insistent of capturing the photo of our feet, size 12 vs size 5. and looking back, i should have taken a photo with him side by side to keep the memory of him towering over me alive.

oh the good old days.

i’m not married

so yes, i am still very much single.

there, i’ve answered the very popular “are you still single?” question.

so, any other questions??