Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Pregnant ladies vs snatch thieves
The Kota Bahru lady got her handbag slung around her neck while the Johor lady had her handbag twirled around the rearview mirror for a tighter hold, which was advised by their friend to do so since the previous snatch incident, yes, another incident. The sudden snatch made them fell off their bikes instantly and one hit the pavement while the other got knocked by a passing vehicle. Can't imagine how brutal it was. Four lives died on the scene.
Moral of the story: Don't slung a handbag around the neck, don't tie it on the body of the bike, but put inside the compartment below the seat or the front basket with clothing covered.
Malaysia is not safe. Take care of yourself!
Full story of Johor pregnant lady case here and the Kota Bahru case here.
Why don't we have a war with Mat Rempits. I believe they're the culprits behind these inhuman acts. May their newborn child has no arse. Then I will thank God!
Momotalo
First comes appetizers - cucumber, kimchi and veges.
The 'famous' lamb. The waiter said this is popular!
The 'famous' lamb
Pregnant fish
Ah.. the mini steamboat in Miso soup + special sauce
and the best thing is.. it's not you who is doing the cooking.
Ordered:
1) The 'famous' lamb - RM30 =o="
2) The mini steamboat RM35
3) Pregnant fish RM13
4) Pork RM18
5) Jap rice
Damage altogether = RM128.80 (15% tax) ><" Environment is fine at Sri Hartamas. Staff is highly fashioned with yellow company branded shirts. There's a chick too. =) All in all:
Try: Worth
Go back there: Yes
Pricey: Yup!
After dinner complimentary: Green bean dessert and Wrigley's chewing gum XD
When making payment of the bill, noticed our pork turned to "deer". Dunno why. The halal issue I supposed?
You can find them here:
Desa Sri Hartamas (same row with RHB Bank)
20, Jalan 24/70A Desa Sri Hartamas,
50480 Kuala Lumpur
Telephone: +603 23002080
Tropicana
Jalan Club Tropicana, Tropicana Golf and Country Resort,
47410 Petaling Jaya
Telephone: +603 78048888
The Squeezer will squeeze everything that U've got
The local bar was so sure that its bartender was the strongest man around that they offered a standing $1000 bet. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass, and hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze one more drop of juice out would win the money. Many people had tried over time (weight-lifters, longshoremen, etc.) but nobody could do it.
One day this scrawny little man came into the bar, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit, and said in a tiny squeaky voice " I'd like to try the bet"
After the laughter had died down, the bartender said OK, grabbed a lemon, and squeezed away.
Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the rind to the little man.
But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the crowd cheered, the bartender paid the $1000, and asked the little man "what do you do for a living? Are you a lumberjack, a weight-lifter, or what?"
The man replied "I work for the Inland Revenue."
Friday, April 10, 2009
Malaysia is dangerous: Torchlights (Stun Gun) Beware (to all drivers)
This is from the victim's witness caution message to the people:
I just thought to let know what my doctor told me recently. I don't think she was lying and neither am I, so please tell this to your friends.
Her clinic is in SS2 and you know how congested that place is. One morning a few months ago in broad daylight, a girl was getting into her car when a few men approached her with what looked like a torchlight. Quite harmless looking.
They pressed the "torchlight" into her back and immediately she went limp and very pale. So she wouldn't be able to fight back, they slashed her thigh with a parang and sped away in her car. There were many people around and they quickly took her to the nearest clinic which was my doctor's clinic. There were two doctors at that time and they managed to stitch up her wound but the girl remained pulse-less and still pale as paper. No pulse, no BP (blood pressure)!
My doctors were confused as to how one wound on the thigh made the girl almost like dead? They managed to revive her and save her life. After some checking around, the doctors found out what actually happened was that the girl was made unconscious not by a torchlight but actually a high voltage weapon. I forgot how many watts she mentioned. 1000? Anyway, it was high enough to kill a person by electrocution.
It seems this weapon is from China . It's not rampant yet in Malaysia, but legally sold in Thailand currently, but with this thing, a person can rob, rape, kill, kidnap, and practically do anything to you. My doctor said that if the girl weren't taken to the clinic immediately she would have died because there was no pulse on her.
So please just beware of your surroundings, if anybody is lurking around with a torchlight-thingy and approaches you, just scream or run away. Better to be embarrassed than ZAPPED and fried, right? Take care.
This is how the so called torch look like. 3 pieces of 9V battery used can stun you up :
Malaysia is not a safe country, although no reported wars going on.
Friday, October 17, 2008
There are something $ just Can't Buy
He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.
He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. 'Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!'
Totally taken aback with such a cordial note, he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.
He asks, 'Son, what happened last night?' His son says, 'Well dad, you came home around 3AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door'.
Confused, the man asks, 'So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!'
His son replies, 'Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes and shoes off, you said, 'LADY LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M MARRIED!''
Moral:
Self-induced hangover - $ 400.00
Broken crockery - $ 800.00
Breakfast - $ 10.00
Saying the Right Thing While Drunk - 'PRICELESS'
There are truly some things that both money and MasterCard or Visa can't buy.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Why I fired my secretary
Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.
I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, "Happy Birthday!", and possibly have a small present for me.
As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone "Happy Birthday."
I thought...
Well, that's marriage for you,
but the kids....
They will remember.
My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word.
So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.
As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, "Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday! " It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.
I worked until one o'clock, when Jane knocked on my door and said, "You know, It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me." I said, "Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day.
Let's go!"
We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table.
We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office,
Jane said, "You know,
It's such a beautiful day...
We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?"
I responded,
"I guess not. What do you have in mind?"
She said, "Let's drop by my apartment,
it's just around the corner."
After arriving at her apartment,
Jane turned to me and said,
" Boss, if you don't mind,
I'm going to step into the bedroom
for just a moment.
I'll be right back."
"Ok," I nervously replied.
She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake ... Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday.
And I just sat there...
On the couch...
Naked.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
The photographer lol
On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer.
'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures.
'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward.
'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?' 'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.' Mrs. Smith fainted