Monday, 13 July 2009
Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.
Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;
One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;
One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements
One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;
One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name
One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen
One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain;
to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to;
and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her;
and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;
One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;
Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise
One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;
One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;
One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.
Whiskers loves his sayang.
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
You don't have to be a hockey fan to appreciate this...
It's Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at center ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbor if someone will be sitting there.
"No," says the neighbor. "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible", said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs and not use it?"
The neighbor says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Stanley Cup we haven't been to together since we got married in 1967."
"Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't you find someone else, a friend or a relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?"
The man shakes his head. "No. They're all at the funeral."
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
I stumbled upon an inspiring Facebook site today which gathers together all (or most) of the click-to-feed websites into one place. For those who unfamiliar with the concept, advertisers or sponsors will contribute funding or food to the poor and needy worldwide if you click on their links.
I highly recommend you join this Facebook group and start clicking away.
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- Experience unneccesary
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- Presentable (not scruffy and have good communication skills)
- Own personal transportation
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Whiskers needs a job.
Thursday, 2 July 2009
my eyes are swollen I cannot see.
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
what else could have made my daddy so mad?
I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly,
then maybe my Mommy would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong
or else I'm locked up all the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
the house is dark my folks aren't home.
When my Mommy does come I'll try and be nice,
so maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car
my daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse my name he calls
I press myself against the wall.
I try and hide from his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,
he says its my fault that he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,
I finally get free and I run for the door.
He's already locked it and I start to bawl,
he takes me and throws me against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!' I scream but it's now much too late
his face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain again and again
oh please God, have mercy! oh please let it end!
And he finally stops and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah and I am but three,
tonight my daddy murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this post. And because you are affected, do something about it!!
So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because, as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
A writer for a local online tabloid questioned some of the veracity of the information transmitted to us via the latest historical document Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen. I sought out the aforementioned article and replied to it. The following is his review in purple (evil decepticon!) and my reply in red (warm, fuzzy autobot) for your reading pleasure.
Kami tahu mungkin ada yang tidak bersetuju, terutama’nya mereka, dan mereka yang taksub dengan CGI melampau-lampau. Namun, tidak salah’nya bagi kami untuk mengeluar’kan 5 persoalan yang paling kami ingin’kan jawapan’nya.
1. Dalam babak peperangan besar-besaran di’tengah kota Los Angeles — maafkan kami, Mission City — sepatut’nya ia di’saksikan oleh ribuan penduduk, sekurang-kurang’nya. Namun, agak pelik juga apabila kerajaan US mampu menutup keseluruhan cerita peperangan tersebut, dan yang paling kami tidak boleh tahan, kewujudan alien robot hanya’lah merupakan khabar angin di’ internet? Fikir logik, macam mana mereka buat? Bayar semua orang yang berada di’sana untuk menutup mulut, serta membelanja’kan jutaan dollar untuk baiki segala kerosakan, macam tu?
2. Kalau di’ikutkan, terdapat 2 keping Allspark yang tinggal: satu berada di’dalam kawalan ketat tentera, manakala satu lagi di’jumpai oleh Sam. Decepticons mencuri Allspark untuk membawa kembali Megatron. Tetapi, bila Sam ingin menghidup’kan kembali Optimus, dia perlu mencari kunci Matrix of Leadership di kawasan padang pasir. Kenapa tidak guna’kan sahaja Allspark yang lagi satu? Allspark itu sememang’nya berada dalam begpack Mikaela sepanjang masa. Andai kata Allspark berkenaan boleh membuat’kan barangan dapur Sam hidup, kenapa tak boleh lakukan perkara yang sama terhadap Optimus? Hebat sangat ke Optimus ini?
3. Bercakap mengenai kelahiran semula Megatron, tatkala Decepticons turun ke laut dalam untuk menghidupkan’nya, pihak tentera laut dapat mengesan 5 robot melalui sistem radar mereka. Kalau di’ingatkan kembali, Decepticons menghancurkan sebuah robot kecil untuk membina semula Megatron. Tapi yang pelik’nya, apabila mereka naik semula ke permukaan air, pihak tentera yang sama dapat mengesan 6 robot. Pelik juga, bukan ke patut 5 sahaja?
4. Sam tiba-tiba mati & pergi ke syurga robot..Erk, robot pun ada syurga ke?
5. Bumblebee masih tidak boleh bercakap dalam filem ini. Dari apa yang kami masih ingat, rasa’nya kotak suara Bumblebee sudah di’baiki dalam filem yang lepas.
sumber: dipetik dpd sebuah akhbar tabloid online
Terima kasih kepada Tuan Super kerana sudi membawa perkara ini kepada perhatian kami. Sebagai salah seorang ahli kajirobot yang tersohor di donia ini, izinkan saya menjawab segala persoalan tuan penulis artikel daripada sebuah akhbar tabloid online ini.
1. Bukan segala-galanya dapat ditutup oleh kerajaan Amerika, kerana masih ada video-video mengenai kewujudan Peneransform yang muncul di internet. Kebanyakan penduduk Mission City yang menyaksikan kejadian tragik tempoh hari sudahpun diproses Unit Khas MIB yang diketuai Ketua Turus J manakala bakinya diproses oleh Dr Phil.
2. Megatron tidak meninggal dunia sepertimana Optimus Prime meninggal. Ini adalah kerana Megatron mengalami kelebihbebanan sengsara akibat penggabungan SemuaPercik dengan dirinya. Maka, ia hanya memerlukan serpihan kecil SemuaPercik untuk mengatastaliankannya kembali. Manakala, Optimus Prime meninggal secara klinikal apabila urat merihnya diputuskan Megatron. Barangan dapur Sam dihidupkan secara rambang, tetapi asal percikan utama adalah jahat, kerana tidak disertai pengaturcaraan moral yang terkandung dalam Kunci Matrix tersebut. Risiko Optimus dihidupkan kembali dengan peribadi mazmumah terlalu besar buat Sam. Maka, beliau lebih rela mendapatkan kunci tersebut.
3. Walaupun robot keenam itu diarahkan dibunuh oleh Tuan Doktor, namun percikannya masih wujud, hanya tubuhnya sahaja yang sudah dirakusi robot-robot lain untuk dipakaikan pada Megatron.
5. Benar kotak suaranya sudah dibaiki oleh Ratchet 2 tahun lepas, namun, disebabkan pihak kerajaan terus menubuhkan NEST dan Bumblebee lebih rela menetap bersama Sam, beliau tidak mendapat rawatan susulan. Beliau juga culas dalam mengambil siri ubat yang diberikan oleh Ratchet, menyebabkan suaranya kembali garau dan akhirnya rosak kembali.
Whiskers pintal misai.