Sunday, December 31, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 12:06 am

This is dedicated to the man who taught me how to love devotedly, respectfully and unconditionally, with all of my heart.

Dearest Ivan,

I have finally found the one I never thought I would find. I have never pictured myself walking down the aisle but here I am, thinking about our big day, our beautiful home, our wonderful children and all the other fine things in life that we will share on the journey we embark.

I love so many things about you (admittedly, even the bad ones sometimes) that I cannot keep up with myself as I list them down.

I love the way you looked like a first second class nerd when we first met. I love how you always wore a collared shirt whenever we met. I love the way you tucked your shirt in ever so neatly. I love the way you wore your pants considerably high. I love the way your pants were so tight that I could almost see everything underneath it (*yummy*). I love how your glasses were so round that it made you look like a cartoon. I love how you all that made you look like a nerdy crossbreed of a lizard and a frog - Nerdy Lirog.

I love how you looked so brave but was so shy deep inside when you first held my hand. I love the way you are so matured all the time, although I do think you are a little too serious at times. I love how you always look so solemn when you speak. I love you for always trying to meet my requests, even my admittedly unreasonable ones, from the very beginning. I love the way you never give up on trying to win my heart.

I love how you always insisted on seeing me although I never wanted to see you. I love the way you were so persistent when it comes to me. I love how you managed to persuade me to see you at least once a week. I hate love how your breath always had that awful tobacco stench. I love our weekly movie nights (Wednesdays or Thursdays) that you forced me into going initially. I love the night we watched the Tom Cruise movie because it was when I started to fall for you.

I love how I was ironically posted to the same building as you although we were working for different companies. I love how you joined me for lunch during my first day although I had no intention of seeing you. I love how you woke up 2 hours earlier to accommodate to my working hours. I love the times we waited for each other in the lobby before heading home together. I love you for fetching me home at odd hours of the night whenever I worked late. I love you for never uttering a word of complaint whenever you do anything for me.

I love the way you always comforted me whenever my psychotic manager had his routine rage blackouts. I love how you were always there for me when he made me cry. I love the way you make me smile and laugh after all the tears. I love you for always standing on my side when I was unhappy about things. I love the way you advised me about my problems at work. I love how you convinced Pei Mei and Michael that you are a good guy (they used to sound me for not treating you half as good as I should) although they hardly knew you.

I love how I started to grow fonder of you everyday. I love the times I started thinking of you whenever I am idle. I love how I got butterflies in my stomach whenever I saw you. I love how my every inch of me tingles whenever we touched. I love how all those feelings made me afraid of falling in love again. I love how I felt so scared yet so unbelievably happy. I love the way you reassured me time and time again that you will never hurt me like the rest. I love how you succeeded in convincing me so naturally.

I love the way you always like to be close to me. I love how you are always so affectionate towards me. I love the way you adore me like a sweet little teddy. I love how you never let my hand go, not even for a single second. I love the way you are so fond of my oversized tummy. I love you for never asking me to go on a diet to lose all the extra pounds. I love the way you stroke my hair and tell me you love me. I love the way you kiss my hand and tell me you love me. I love the way you hold me and tell me you love me.

I love the way you kiss off my lip gloss. I love how you kiss my hair and smear lip gloss on it (which you got from kissing my lips). I hate love how my hair feels so sticky after that. I love the way you look at me with your small, squinted, hardly visible eyes. I love the way you hug me and hold me through the night. I love the way you protect me from all the impurities of the world. I love you for being by my side 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I love the way you support me in everything I want to do.

I love your girlish bathroom and cosmetic products. I love how you used to insist they were a waste of money whenever I purchased them. I love the look on your face when you bought your first facial scrub and moisturiser. I love the moment you finally realised that girlish products are mandatory. I love the way you try so hard not to move your face when you have a facial mask on. I love the way your tears flow down when I pop pimples or dig remove impurities from your face. I love the contented smile on your face whenever I applied moisturiser for you.

I love how call me “Bee bee” or “Doo” when you want my attention but have nothing else to say. I love the way you say “Bee?” whenever I call. I love the way you mutter “I love you” silently when you are at the office. I love the way you say “Miss bee bee!” when you have not seen or heard from me for a certain period of time. I love the way you say “Beautiful bee” whenever I dress up a little. I love how you say "Bee you got double chin!" and giggle while stroking my chin. I love how you say "No, you are cute," whenever I say I am fat. I love the sound of your voice at any given time of the day.

I love the smoothness of your skin (it is even smoother than mine). I love the way you have muscles although you look like you only have bones. I love how monstrous and intimidating your toes look. I love your two front teeth that never ceased to stick out. I love the way your self-amputated finger look so creepy. I love how good you look in you jeans. I love how good you look in just your jeans. I love how good you look in everything you wear (except the tight pants). I love how good you look when you are not wearing anything.

I love the way you always misplace your things. I love the fact that you are very sensitive and cry whenever we argued. I love you for having the strength to quit smoking (it was a long and difficult process for not only you, but for me as well). I love the way you squirm like a worm when I tickle you. I love the way you lag like my ancient notebook whenever you relay something to me. I love the way you can always fix my notebook when it dies on me. I love the fact that you can always fix my notebook because you are just like it - you both lag.

I love the way you fall asleep anywhere, anytime without difficulty. I love the peaceful look on your face when you are asleep. I hate love the way you snore like a freight train. I love the way you will rather shiver than wake me whenever I unconsciously snatch your share of the comforter. I love the way you will never go careening into my side of the bed. I love how you never returned the favour when I kicked you in my sleep. I love the look on your face whenever I wake you up in the morning. I love the way you smell in your smelly pyjamas.

I love how you never learnt to appreciate my sarcastic jokes. I love the way you look so gullible when I try to con you. I love how you always believe me when I make a cynical remark. I love the grammatical errors that you make when you speak and write. I love how you cannot pronounce the word authoritative. I love how you cannot spell hippopotamus. I love the way you come running to me when you are confronted with a Balance Sheet or Profit and Loss Statement.

I love the way you always forgive my sins. I love you for being a man of your words. I love the way you honour your principles and live by them. I love the way you are always so reliable and responsible (except when it involves turning up on time to pick me). I love how I can take your every word seriously. I love the way I can trust you without fearing that I may be disappointed. I love how you make me feel so secured all the time. I love how all that make me so happy being in love with you.

I love how you drive your jalopy around proudly. I love the various sounds that it produces. I love the different aromas I get to weave only in your jalopy. I love the way your jalopy is so dirty that it looks like it has never ever been cleaned. I love how you never want to buy a new jalopy although it is way overdue. I love the way you save for our future. I love how you have good financial planning. I love the way you try to smack me to my senses when I spend too much. I love the way you sometimes give in to me even when I spend too much.

I love you for being so intelligent. I love you for being so good at what you do. I love you for being ambitious and always aiming for the sky. I love how you always think far and have a vision for the future. I love you for working so hard just to give me a more comfortable life. I love how you are so generous with me although you do not have much. I love how you sacrifice all your interests for mine. I love how you would go an extra mile just to see a smile on my face. I love how you take a few minutes off your busy schedule just to call me.

I love the fact that you are the perfect guy for me. I love the way I am born so lucky to have you in my life. I love the way you never ask for anything in return for your unconditional love. I love how you put up with my mood swings and bad temper. I love the way you put up with my obsessive and compulsive behaviours. I love the way you treat me like I mean everything to you. I love how you really love me for who I am. I love how you would never trade me for all the money in the world.

I love everything that made us possible. I love God (as I am not very religious, probably fate would be a better choice of vocabulary) for bringing us together. I love myself for giving us a chance before it was too late. I love my friends for making me realise that the guy I have been searching for all my life is right in front me. I love everyone around me for smacking me to my senses each time I did something mean that hurt your feelings. I love our families for the support they have provided to us all this time.

Last but not least; Ivan dearest, I know all about you and I love you just the same. I love you today, tomorrow and forever, till death do us part.

* edited and reposted
Saturday, December 30, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 1:34 am

I am very proud of myself, having learnt something new in the world of Internet and computers (a world that I do not belong in). It was Ivan who gave me a brief lesson on interactive search personalization and later introduced me to the Sproose home page.

To be very frank, I am only a novice in this subject but I will try to my best to share my newly found knowledge. Sproose is actually a search engine (please correct me if I am wrong in any way) whereby the user may interact with the ranking of search results.

This is because Sproose has its own ranking system and database, which allows the user to vote for each website. The scoring will be from 1 star (not too good) to 5 stars (great). Search results will fluctuate immediately based on the score assigned after the user has voted.

Hence this allows the user to create a personal index of their favourite websites whenever they punch in keywords for searches. The score assigned to a website will then be weighted as a group score for all Sproose users.

Therefore, instead of adopting the back-linking popularity method to determine the ranking of a website, Sproose allows users to determine the ranking instead. How democratic, don’t you think? Man, I love democracy...

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Friday, December 29, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 4:06 pm

Last weekend, Ivan and I spent what seemed like 16 years in Diamond & Platinum. This duration is on top of the 32 years that we had spent there the weekend before last. After the 48 years plus in total, Ivan and I (actually it was only me that was indecisive from the start) had finally decided on a suitable of wedding band.

After a series of extreme fickle mindedness (is there such a word?), I had finally decided to go for the matching pair. Hence I had to forego all the beautiful diamonds on the other ring and just settle with a single stud. What a sacrifice! Believe me, you do not want to get me started on the sacrifices that we girls have to make these days.

The following is a visual appetiser, courtesy of Ivan’s hard earned moolah along with the intense brain power I had utilised to select the most auspicious and suitable wedding band for not one, but two (it is still considered two although it is a matching pair)...

From the looks of it, I guess you can safely tell that Ivan (not me, mind you) will be consuming grass to stay alive and drain water for hydration for the next few months - at the very least. This will definitely ensure a fat and cabohydrate free diet. If he behaves though, I might consider sparing him some of my creme brulee and red wine.
Monday, December 25, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 10:16 am

May this candle bring you and your family the light of peace, love and happiness. Have a blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 12:15 am

Ladies and Gentlemen,
Herewith is a sneak preview of the Oxford Dictionary's latest definition of words:

Divorce - The uture tense of marriage.
Cigarette - A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other.
Lecture - An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either.
Compromise - The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.
Tears - The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power.
Dictionary - A place where success comes before work.
Conference room - A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.
Classic - A type of book that people praise, but do not read.
Smile - A curve that can set a lot of things straight.
Office - A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.
Yawn - The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.
Et cetera - A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.
Committee - Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.
Experience - The name men give to their mistakes.
Atom bomb - An invention to end all inventions.
Philosopher - A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.
Diplomat - A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
Opportunist - A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.
Optimist - A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway, "See I am not injured yet."
Miser - A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.
Father - A banker provided by nature.
Criminal - A person no different from the rest, except that he got caught.
Politician - One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.
Doctor - A person who kills your ills with pills, and later kills you with his bills.
Boss - Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 11:05 am

If all you boys and girls do not already know, I am an ardent fan of photography. For the record, I dig
digital cameras and not SLR cameras. Yes, not very professional, I know.

Reason being that my hands are simply too small to accommodate a typical SLR without the risk of dropping it. On top of that, I am a very fussy person thus with all the functions and features available on an SLR, I might end up spending hours just for a few shots. I know I am difficult to comprehend...

On another note, I was born to be a traveler – like real. If I had all the money in the world (which I do not), I would definitely walk on every inch of the globe. I would visit every country (yes, even Iraq) in the world and keep a photography journal of each one. Thus travel definitely comes hand in hand a good camera.

Due to the fact that I do not have all the money in the world, I have been stuck in my own country for the last 8 months. Not only that, I own a digital camera that originated from the Stone Age… I think it is possible that even Fred Flintstone has one better than me. I am that miserable.

Thus nothing would be better for me than a brand new 6 megapixel (imagine the awesome resolutions I could print the photographs out in) HP digital camera along with a photo printer! Getting the photo gear would be like a dream come true… Think Cinderella and her Fairy Godmother. My Fairy Godmother will be HP.

So boys and girls, please put your hands together (no, not to clap) and pray for me! If I do get the photo gear, I promise to personally visit those of you who prayed for me, take a wonderful photograph of you and post it on my blog… Admit it, you boys and girls are dying for me to do that. *smiles*

This post is sponsored by HP.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 11:04 am

For the last two years at approximately the same time, similar thoughts were running through my mind. Somehow, the months of November and December brings me to recall the many memories I have of my days in Australia. Although I was not there for long, the experience was unforgettable and different from anything I have ever been through.

I left home in February 2003. Everything happened so quickly that I did not even realise I was going to leave until the day I was actually leaving. Two months were spent packing up both my suitcases (one big and one small) with clothes, clothes and more clothes – and other necessities, of course. Altogether, my pile of bricks, I mean suitcases, weighed an approximate thirty odd kilograms.

Before I knew it, I was standing at the top of the escalator just before the departure gate. This is where I said goodbye to my family as those without boarding passes could not go beyond that point. As I stood there, looking beyond the escalator, a trickle of tear fell on my face... Followed by a stream of tears. I hugged my sister, my dad and my mum. It was only then I realised I was going to be so far away from home for such a long time.

The kitchen was pretty well equipped so no complaints about that. Oh, and all six of us shared one toilet and two baths. Pretty sad, isn’t it? There was always a war on turning the central heating of the house up and down. Knowingly, we girls would turn it up but the guys would (being Aussies) turn it down. They were a real pain in the ass at times.

One of my girlfriends bought a small television, which we would normally turn on during dinner. Internet connection was provided by the university via wireless LAN hence I was online almost 24 hours a day. It was one of the only ways of communicating with everyone back home. Hence, Gilbert (my laptop) was my most precious possessions in Australia.

The only shopping centre around our campus was called Mid Valley (yes, very ironic). It was only accessible by wheels. Walking there would probably take half a day or so (just a rough estimate as I have never tried going there by foot). There is not much to see there, though, compared to the Mid Valley back home – just a few hypermarkets and a cineplex.

Aside from Mid Valley, there are only walk-in shops by the streets in a few nearby towns. Hence, I can safely conclude that there is more grass than shops in that part of Australia. I do not shop for clothing there (severe lack of variety and brand names that I fancy) thus the bulk of my money is spent on groceries.

Hence I have developed a passionate interest for cooking during my stay in Australia. I have never once spent more than 5 minutes in the kitchen back home and the most I have done was to scramble an egg. Now, I can do wonders in the kitchen. I simply adore experimenting in the kitchen, mixing sauces and spices (I had so many bottles and packets that I could open a shop).

Also, I munch on plenty of tit bits, snacks and junk food all day long – they have a vast variety over there at low and affordable prices (especially the chocolates and potato chips). It is so cold over there that I get hungry faster than anything and I eat way above my average portion back home. Basically, I ate like a cow over there (or maybe king kong).

I flew back for about three weeks during the mid year break as I missed my family too much. That was not the initial plan and it was peak season then hence the air tickets were very expensive. However, I supposed my parents missed me as much so they instantly agreed when I requested to fly back for that short period. My parents treated me like a princess in the duration I was back home, the most apparent was my favourite dishes on the dinner table every single day without fail.

When I was in Australia, my parents had already given me a fixed amount as my daily allowance. However, they often called up telling me to use the supplementary credit card (from my dad, of course) to purchase anything I wish to eat. They were probably afraid that I would stinge on food and come back looking anorexic – now we know who sponsored my entire cooking extravaganza and where those extra fats on my body came from.

Lectures and tutorials over there are basically the same as over here. Some of the lecturers are very much friendlier and more helpful. The university is a 10 to 15 minute walk from my house so I get plenty of good exercise. My classes are averagely two to three days a week hence I get plenty of time to myself. There were a couple of places that I visited during my stay there and with me are heaps of pictures to remind myself of those sweet memories.

Before I knew it, I was already packing my suitcases to go home and that time it was way above thirty odd kilograms. Anyway, I had to leave behind most of my things (as much as I did not wish to do so) due to that. Among them were my dark green bathrobe which many commented made me look like a tree, my lovely pink towel which I love to warp myself in, my favourite sleeping shirt which I could never sleep without, my Garfield bedsheet which was always smiling at me and my Nike Air which has been everywhere with me in Australia.

As I boarded the plane, I had a mixture of feelings. Though I really wanted to go home and have waited for that day for a very long time, I still felt a little heavy hearted to leave. The memories and experiences I have gone through that year would always stay in my mind – the laughter and the tears, they were overwhelming and would never for a single moment be forgotten.

I have my parents to thank for sacrificing so much just to give me this experience. Thank you mum and dad. As the plane took off, I looked at the land beneath me and whispered quietly, “Goodbye Aussie. I will be back someday to visit you."
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 11:14 am

Stumbling upon this used telescopes website known as, brought back memories of my younger days. You know, those days when I was shorter and chubbier (thank heavens those days were long gone), running around without a care in the world.

As a child, I adored
astronomy classifieds, as the phenomena that originate outside the Earth's atmosphere amazed me a whole lot. I wanted to know about the evolution, physics, chemistry, meteorology and motion of celestial objects, as well as the formation and development of the universe.

Space is and was the one place I could never venture to, hence it was the unknown boundary. Unknown circumstances led to my budding curiousity, which in turn led to a serious need to discover and observe transient phenomena.

So much so that I had aspired to be an astronaut for a significant period during my childhood, during which, my mother tried really hard to convince me that it is not a suitable profession. You know how Asian parents always want their children to grow up as doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc.

My parents must be really disappointed in me as I did not grow up to be either one of those. Instead, I grew up to be a banker with a measly pay and a boss from hell.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 8:13 am

A couple of days ago, Lemon (my beloved boss) and I went to visit a client at their office located at The Boulevard, Mid Valley. The sole purpose of the visit was to meet the company’s Singaporean director who happened to be in Kuala Lumpur for the day.

As the cab passed by The Gardens (phase 2 of Mid Valley that is currently under construction) and Northpoint (the condominium just across the road from the first phase of Mid Valley), Lemon decided to open his mouth and annoy the hell out of me.

What’s that called again? (Points into mid air)
What? The mall or the condominium?
Lemon: Yeah…
Yeah what?!
Lemon: That one lar…
What?! The mall?
The GardenSSS.
Oh… The Garden.

I knew it!!! I knew he would miss out the ‘S’!

No, The GardenSSS.
Yeah lar, The Garden.
(Wished I could faint and forget that the conversation ever took place) Anchor tenants of the mall are RobinsonSSS and Isetan.
Lemon: Really? How do you know?
Me: (Wished I could disappear from the face of Earth) I read?!
Lemon: Oh…

After the cab driver had put us down, we walked towards the client’s office. Upon reaching, we were introduced to the Singaporean director by the client. The 4 of us then decided to walk to Coffee Bean and have a light chat over some coffee (fruit smoothie for me).

Lots of construction works going on around here.
Yeah. The new phase of Mid Valley is called The Garden. They are opening Robinson and Isetan there. (Looked at me for confirmation)
(Looked away, feeling disgusted)

What he did was worse (in my humble opinion) than stealing copyright! It goes even further to prove how shallow he is… The way he so hurriedly offered the little bit of information was as if he was afraid someone else would take the credit for it.

Not that he deserved any credit in the first place but what he did was just despicable. What’s worse is that he actually had the nerve to look at me for confirmation. I could not possibly ask for a better boss than good old Lemon... *sigh*
Monday, December 18, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 8:51 am

Anyone care for a
virtual tour to Prague?

Yes, I am indeed obsessed over European cities. Wait... Prague is a city in Europe right? Why of course it is! It has to be, otherwise my eyes would not look all dreamy and my heart would not glow each time I hear the city mentioned (I have a biased mind).

As the capital and largest city of the Czech Republic, Prague is indeed one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. For people like me (who can only dream of going there at the time being), a virtual tour is the closest I can get to Prague.

There are over 12,000 pictures available at the website, making it seem like one had visited the entire city. On top of the virtual tour, there are paranomic views options as well as live cameras. My favourite, however, is the random walk function.

Ah... How I long even more to go to Prague now! *dreams*
Friday, December 15, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 7:55 am

After what seemed like forever (and a century or two), Ivan and I had finally decided on a date for our marriage registration. Hence last weekend, we made our way to Thean Hou temple to submit the necessary documents. The submission had to be done between 21 to 60 days of the marriage registration date.

We paid RM25 for stamping and RM100 for services rendered. Whether or not it is a rip off, I guess it is an individual thing. I thought RM125 is alright for a private registration but Ivan seems to not agree with me. Come to think of it, he almost never agrees with me whenever it involves paying more for something.

After the date was settled, Ivan bought me a sweet white dress from Zara to wear on our special day. We then went to scout around for a wedding band. After paying a visit to almost all the jewellers in town, we had decided on Diamond & Platinum.

We spent close to 2 hours in the shop because we could not decide on a suitable pair.

The first pair is a matching one thus design, texture and everything is similar. The only difference is that mine has a small stone in the middle while Ivan’s does not (as with most wedding bands for guys).

The second pair is not matching at all. This is because mine consist of a row of diamonds while Ivan’s is just a plain platinum band with simple lines on it.

We were contemplating because of the importance of matching bands versus the beauty of the diamonds. Someone please enlighten me!!!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 8:53 am

As I was chatting to Nal yesterday, she told me that her pet dog (a cute little Yorkshire Terrier called Kristy) had become really passive ever since the incident. Yes, the unfortunate incident where Kristy was attacked by a dog three or four times her size. She was even hospitalised for a few days due to the severity of her injuries.

So Nal went to look for a cure (perhaps some animal equivalent of anti-depressants) and discovered this product known as Anivive. It is actually a remedy for pet depression, stress and anxiety thus she tried it out since they had a 90 day money back guarantee policy.

For the first two days, Kristy was still whimpering and did not have much of an appetite. On the third day, she started to become good old Kristy once again. Although she almost turned the house over, Nal did not utter a single word of displease.

It is a wonder, the products on the market these days.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 7:58 am

Ivan slept over at my place yesterday night. I would normally say “Don’t snore ah!” before we went to bed but I forgot to do so last night. The moment we fell silent, I froze for a few seconds after realising that I had forgotten to cry out the ever famous before-going-to-bed phrase.

Somehow or rather, that phrase worked on him because he does not snore whenever I do say it. Anyhow, my suspicions were confirmed once he started snoring a few minutes later. It got louder and louder and then it just got extremely unbearable.

I tried kicking him (lightly) a few times so he would stir and hopefully, stop snoring. Alas, he did not respond to anyone of my few million nudges. Hence I decided to give up. I stood up, took my bolster to my parents’ room and slept there instead.

After 30 minutes, I went back to the snoring machine. Much to my delight, I discovered that the machine had suffered a technical difficulty. Hence it was no longer 100% functional. I the curled up beside the machine and slipped in a deep, deep, deep sleep.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 12:55 pm

As we are all aware, Christmas is approaching soon and one of the best things to do at this time of the year is shopping. There are sales, bargains and discounts almost everywhere.

Due to the massive traffic condition here in Kuala Lumpur, my yearly indulgence is somewhat disturbed. Yes, disturbed but not halted entirely. Nothing can stop a girl from shopping.

But no fear, there is always something which I think is one of the greatest innovations of mankind: Online shopping! I found a couple of free coupon codes, i.e., that some of you may want to check out.

My favourite one would be the Target coupon codes that entitle shoppers to a 10% discount. I remember those endless hours I used to spend in Target when I was in Australia. Needless to say, I love shopping at Target!

Come to think of it, I love shopping anywhere that is shop-able…
Monday, December 11, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 12:43 pm

Earlier today, I approached my department secretary to inquire about my marriage leave. I wanted to know the duration of the leave, the time period that I am allowed to take such leave and so on so forth.

I started my sentence with, “Can I ask you a couple of things about marriage leaves?” She started to smile so knowingly that I could have blushed and turned as red as an apple and tomato combined.

So I told her to help me out by looking at me solemnly instead. She did not exactly do that but she did wipe the teasing essence of her smile away. I then posed my questions to her.

Still smiling, she told me what I needed to know about the leave. Then she said, “Why are you getting married so early? I thought normally Chinese girls marry around 28 or 29.”

Yeah, I guess now you can roughly figure out my age. Damn. I am an innocent young adult.

Anyway, I then replied her, “I fell into the poisonous trap and there is no way out.”

She then said, “Normally older people are trapped. It is such a tragedy that one as young as yourself can fall into such a trap.”

Could not have said it better myself.

Oh no… I forgot that Ivan may be reading this! *hot soup*
Saturday, December 09, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 1:59 am

Remember the cousin who obtained a soft loan from his mother?

Well, it seems that his mother had retracted her claim to file a legal suit against him. As with everything, there is always a catch to it. She had reversed the debt to a
cash advance company so that she will be out of the story.

Whether the so called
cash advance company is legal or not, no one knows because she refused to let anything out. For all we know, it may be one of those “Ah Long” or more commonly known as loan sharks.

Anyhow, she left it up to her son to settle his debts with the
cash advance company. For his sake, I really hope he settles it within the stipulated time frame. I do not want to attend a funeral unnecessarily.
Friday, December 08, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 11:14 am

HE: Can I buy you a drink?
SHE: Actually I'd rather have the money.

HE: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.
SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.

HE: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?
SHE: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.

HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?
SHE: I must've been given your share.

HE: Will you go out with me this Saturday?
SHE: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.

HE: Your face must turn a few heads.
SHE: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out.
SHE: Okay, get out.

HE: I think I could make you very happy.
SHE: Why? Are you leaving?

HE: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?
SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

HE: Can I have your name?
SHE: Why? Don't you already have one?

HE: Shall we go see a movie?
SHE: I've already seen it.

HE: Where have you been all my life?
SHE: Hiding from you.

HE: Haven't I seen you some place before?
SHE: Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.

HE: Is this seat empty?
SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

HE: So, what do you do for a living?
SHE: I'm a female impersonator.

HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?
SHE: Do not enter.

HE: Your body is like a temple.
SHE: Sorry, there are no services today.

HE: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
SHE: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 8:27 am

I went home yesterday night only to discover that Streamyx (the dominant broadband service in Malaysia) was down again. Yes, AGAIN!

Don’t get me wrong, I am glad to see the offer of broadband service after waiting for what seemed like two hundred decades. However, I must add that it is an honour to see the bit rate jump from 1.0mbps to 56 kbps. Sometimes, it gets so bad that you see no connection at all.

Every single time I brought this issue to the attention of the customer service line, I hear similar phrases such as "Can you please check your signal?”, "Unplug your telephone line and then plug in again", "Check your router setting", "Reset your Router", etc.

This morning, as I was surfing the Internet searching for other users with similar problems, I stumbled onto a business broadband website. I must say that I am truly impressed by everything I saw. Needless to say, I would kill or even slaughter to have such a proactive and original service provider in Malaysia.

Then again, I guess no amount of killing or slaughtering will ever make my wish come true. Reality check! So when the clock strikes 9.00am in about 30 minutes, I will give Streamyx a call because I so want to hear those similar phrases.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 12:57 pm

I learnt a new word today. The word is OMINOUS.

My mother suggested that Ivan and I register our marriage on the 6 April 2007. Reason being that it is an auspicious date, i.e. Kuan Yin’s (the Goddess of Mercy) birthday. When I looked the date up in an English calendar, I noticed that Good Friday happens to fall on the very same day.

Thus I was more than convinced that the 6 April 2007 is the perfect date. That is, until I got hold of one of those typical Chinese calendars with 365 pages with each page dedicated to each day of the year. All over each page are Chinese characters and a couple of English words.

Instantly, I flipped to the 6 April 2007 page and looked around for English words. The only words I recognise were “Ominous Day” and “Avoid Hunting”. Since I do not hunt or plan on hunting, that bit does not concern me. It is the other bit that worried me… The ominous bit.

Although I do not know the meaning of ominous, it sure sounded like bad news. Hence I looked it up in the dictionary and found that it meant something along the lines of threatening, warning, ill-omened… Call me paranoid but could there be any worse day to get registered?

So I guess that officially ruled 6 April 2007 out. Now, repeat after me everyone… O-MI-NO-US!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 9:04 am

Back in Australia, I had nothing to do most of the time and the one thing that took up most of my time was to search for free screensavers online. When I did not feel like doing anything else, I would stare blankly at the entertaining screensaver(s) on my notebook.

Although there are plenty of things to keep me well occupied these days, old habits die hard. Hence I still enjoy searching for screensavers on the Internet and staring at them blankly when they are playing on my notebook. Perhaps I am more of a nostalgic person than I thought.

Recently I found this
free screensavers website as I was surfing the Internet. It had a surprisingly wide selection of screensavers for downloading at no cost. You see, the problem with most of these sites is that they charge you. That can get pretty annoying, especially when you find screensavers you really like.

The screensavers are easy to download so the non-computer savvy folks need not tear their hair out. Among the categories available are seasonal, nature, funny and contemporary, and according to the website, they contain no spyware or adware. Here is a visual appetiser of one of the many screensavers available:

Unfortunately, I am not computer savvy enough to paste a sample of an animated screensaver here (if that is even possible)... Oh, and I definitely prefer the animated screensavers in comparison to the photo montages!
Monday, December 04, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 8:09 am


Name of Boyfriend / Fiancé / Husband:

I hereby seek approval for a leave of absence from the highest authority in my life in respect to the following requests:

Time of departure:
Time of return:
Amount of alcohol allowed (units):
Locations likely to be visited:
Females likely to be encountered:
Strength of curry permitted:

Should the said approval be granted, I solemnly swear to only visit the location(s) stipulated above. I shall not speak to any female other than those listed without gaining verbal approval one hour beforehand. In addition, I will not turn off my mobile after two pints nor shall I consume more than the allocated volume of alcohol without first calling for a taxi or ordering a tandoori.

I fully understand that even if approval is granted, my girlfriend / fiancé / wife retains the right to be pissed off at me the following week for no valid reason whatsoever. Thus I am the low life one, I know who wears the trousers in our relationship and I agree it is not me. I promise to abide by your rules and regulations and I understand that this is going to cost me a fortune in chocolates and flowers. You reserve the right to obtain and use my credit card(s) whenever you wish to do so.

Should I not return home by the time stipulated above, I hereby promise to sleep overnight on a park bench next to a tramp . On my way home, I will not pick a fight with a person who only exists in my inebriated mind nor shall I conduct in depth discussions with the said entity. I understand that the wardrobe, cupboard, washing-up basket, fridge and dishwasher are out of bounds with regards to urinating.

I declare that to the best of my knowledge (of which I have none compared to my BETTER half), the above information is correct.

Signed - Boyfriend / Fiancé / Husband:


This decision is not open to negotiation other than on my terms.

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Permission for my boyfriend / fiancé / husband to be away for the following period of time (subject to change and always to my sole absolute discretion):

Time of departure:
Time of return:
Amount of alcohol allowed (units):
Locations likely to be visited:
Females likely to be encountered:
Strength of curry permitted:

Signed – Girlfriend/Fiancé/Wife:
Saturday, December 02, 2006
posted by Amie Lee at 1:38 pm

Yesterday night, my mother came rushing into my room again. It was one of those times when I was certain she had a juicy story (or so she thought) to share. I looked at her with a smile and told her to spill the beans.

Without hesitation, she went on and on like a train that never stopped.

One of my cousins had obtained a soft loan from his mother (whom is my aunt) some 20 months ago to invest in his newly established business. He had promised to pay my aunt back 6 months ago but she never received a penny until this very day.

Before I go further, I should mention that the mother-son relationship had always been a little tense. Alright, maybe the word little is understated… Let’s just say that they could never see eye to eye without throwing daggers.

Hence she had threatened to file a legal suit against him (imagine your own mother bringing you to court). She claimed that he took her for granted because she is his mother, hence she will never take action against him if he does not pay.

Anyway, I think it is a rather complicated story but according to my aunt there is a lesson to learn from this. If you really need a loan, go get it from a
payday cash advance company or something. I suppose she rather watch her son getting sued than personally sue him.

Maybe there still is some compassion in her towards him.