There Is No Vaccine For Stupidity.

along the lines of today's theme, let's begin with the maid who ran away. she worked for two years for a lovely lovely lady who gave her a room, all the good food she could eat (we're talking salmon and the like), freedom to go out although it was actually not advised by the agency. She was not mistreated, i know this for a fact because i know this lady very well.in fact, the lady in question travelled alot and was single so its not like she had screaming kids or a leering husband. and a day before this maid was due to fly off, she ran. because she has a boyfriend.and she just happens to be married with two kids.sigh. the lady made a police report and still worries if the maid will be allright.double sigh.

then there was this girl who went to redang. she snorkelled and swam with the fishies and got a nice tan. and then she came home and her right ear swelled up. the pain was ignored and got worse and worse, until the girl couldn't fall asleep. she visited doctor ong in megah specialist clinic and was given drops and painkillers. she now realises she should've gone to the doctor earlier. she will soon post up pictures. (of redang, not the ear don't worry).

and finally, to pull this entire story together and make the title of this post ring even truer....

bengkak ear girl posted the above title as a tagline in one of her pages in a very "friendly" website. somebody kepoeh-ed. bengkak ear does not know this somebody at all. and then that somebody wasted a message writing the following to me..er..i mean her:
"Please. for starters, do get your verb right. Vaccines are for diseases and stupidity is not a disease. On the contrary, of course there's cure for stupidity. Haven't you heard of schooling?"

yeah i know. jawdrop moment isn't it?

The Argument from Intimidation is a confession of intellectual impotence.

oooo..gives ya chills doesn't it? sometimes i wish i could whip out a sentence like that and sorta scare someone with it..but the unfortunate thing is that the people you wanna scream at probably wouldn't understand the level of "england" ..so you gotta resort to good ol' 'tiu lei'....sigh..the quote above was so aptly written by my heroin of the moment Ayn Rand, by the way.

im sorry that i promised more on italy and then duely forgot to deliver. distractions flooded in last,last weekend that somehow managed to continue to last weekend so i havent gotten much time to write lah..perhaps you'll let me redeem myself by writing about said distractions to distract you from your growing dissapointment in me?ok cool, i'll take that as a yes.:)

i get very excited when i get one of those maybank leaflets that tells me about their redeemable stuff. it serves as a consolation for the latter portion enclosed in the same envelope. anyways, last weekend maybank had their point redemption fair in mid valley and so i decided to go and see what i could get. 4 hours and 15 minutes later i emerged; with a wok. yeah. you heard correctly. ok fiiine, a non-stick tefal wok but still. in dollar terms, that damn thing cost me 40 grand in points. knowing this makes my fried rice taste better.

girls and i had dinner celebrations. it was definitely a night for the memory file. i am glad we finally understand that our differences bond us tighter, not tear us apart. i am proud of them.


Happy Birthday Darlink!!

geezus, only 6 days more before beachy-heaven..which equals a bikini..which equals sit ups..dielah die..

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears..

haloooooo dearest!!:)

i speak to you though my face texture and colour is similar to italian leather and jetlag has given me eyebags almost as puffed up as my suitcases..but vanity aside..

Italy was great. Sensory Overload is a quite an apt way to describe how i felt the whole way through and even now, when i think about how immense the Colosseum was, how breathtakingly beautiful Raphael and Botticelli's paintings were, how ingenious Leonardo and Michaelangelo were.......and to think that the first thing that used to come to my mind when hearing those names were a bunch of mutated cartoon turtles who loved pizza.

There are so many many experiences i wanna tell you about but i reckon you'll fall asleep and in the process, i probably will too..so here are some highlights and tips for when YOU wanna go:

1. Call up one best friend. Proceed to bicker about who misses who more and when to meet up. Because time is so limited, a later date is confirmed for making a second call to see if meeting up will be possible. (truly malaysian)

2. Bring a bag of rice. You are going to miss it. I did. Alternatively, bring 10 packets of maggi mee, a kettle, a mug and chopsticks. Seriously. If not, you'll end up buying a kettle. I did.

PART 1 - ROME:

3. Get your ass outta bed at 6.30 in the morning if you're thinking of checking out any sights as lines get bad as the day goes on. If you're going to the Vatican for the Vatican museums (including the Sistine Chapel), then go on a weekday. If you're going to the Vatican for the Pope, go on a Wednesday or a Sunday.


They aren't Vatican court jesters, they're actually the army!really one..rofl..maybe they double up..

4. Check out the amazing winding staircase on the way down from the VMs. It was commissioned by some dude called Montevecchio who wanted the staircase wide enough to be able to ride his horses up it. bet he was trying to impress some chick.


5. Reckon i'll be exhaussting the word amazing and awesome because that's just what these monuments are. Amazing and awesome. Trevi Fountain ladies and gentlemen.




5. Pictures really really REALLY don't do ANY of the monuments justice. Growing up you see pictures of the colosseum but it is NOTHING like the real thing. you're in there and you can feel the battles, you can feel the sweat, you can feel the excitement that seems to linger on even hundreds of years later...i think i wanna watch gladiator again..




6. Gelato. Insist on having a piccolo (small) cone every day. you will not get ice cream like that anywhere else. Eat one everyday or you will come home and kick yourself for not having more..distinguish real one from fake one by looking at the colouring; if banana is greyish means its made from real bananas, if its yellow then its mass produced. same goes for lemon; it should be white not yellow. try nocciola, tiramisu and pistachio flavours. so so so so good. the best is on the isla tiburina in rome. my bro reckons the best is on Via De Scavo in Venice. someday we'll go back and have a showdown.


7. other places of mucho interest: the Roman Forum (the Putrajaya of olden day Rome), Palatine Hill (where you get to go see where Romus and Romulus lived and following that where Romulus ruled Rome), Piazza Navona (the street musicians and performers are brilliant), Via Del Corso - my gawd the shoessssssssss!! and my personal favourite - Campo De Fiori; market by day, al-fresco dining by night surrounded by brilliantly talented old-skool artisans, from woodworkers to painters to upholsterers. When you're done with all that, go back to your hotel, put up your legs and enjoy your maggi mee, eaten best in a paper cup and coffee stirrer.


more tomorrow...

No Pok.

this is soooo good..guaranteed to give you a little giggle..must watch when fully loaded then only fun..:)