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It's been a while since I wrote about anything school-ish. So here's a little something that I do every week with ALL the PMR students at my school. Something I learned from my former principal, Mr Clement Chieng, who laboured to achieved 100% SPM pass during his time. It officially known as Sesi Senaman, Motivasi & Penanda Aras Pelajar PMR . I just call it weekly small kid ragging & forcing myself to burn some of that fat around my belly. I have been doing this since the first week of January. Believe me. It works wonders. I believe in the psychological effect of looking the part. For many young people, what they look like on the outside will seep its way inside. I want them to exercise & work together to achieve their goals so I 'volunteered' them to buy personalised PMR t-shirts. Every time they put on these shirts, they are reminded of their mission this year; ie give their best for PMR. I schedule it for Monday afternoons at 5pm because I w

Ever since I tasted the wholly authentic native cooking in the interiors of Sarawak, I fell in love with their simple food made from unique combinations of herbs, vegetables, meat & everything natively Sarawak. Long have I wanted & hoped for a restaurant serving such authentic Sarawakian fare. A bastion of cultural maturity to be placed beside Malay, Chinese & Indian cuisine. I may have stumbled upon just the establishment: the.Dyak Restaurant taken from flickr.com/photos/celes2u This is the.Dyak Restaurant between Jln Mendu & Jln Simpang Tiga. It is currently deservingly the #1 restaurant in Kuching on Tripadvisor. I went there with my family during lunchtime on a Saturday so we were able to order from the menu. You can only do this at night or on Saturdays. If you come during lunchtime (12pm - 2pm) on a weekday, they serve a buffet. The restaurant is closed on Sundays. The Dishes We had (counter clockwise from top): Kari Jani - Three layered pork

My Best Friend's Engagement My best friend, Nesa, got engaged with the ever gorgeous Parvina on last Sunday, 11 March 2012. I knew I had to attend & be part of the groom's entourage! So I booked all my flights & cleared my schedule to be in Penang for this milestone! It was held at a local Hindu temple & it was mighty grand! Here are the pictures! It was my first Indian engagement so I was pretty overwhelmed at the scale of it. Friends & relatives from all over came to the ceremony. The temple was packed & it was noisy with the sound of grumpy children & chatty adults; kinda like a pasar malam. When the groom arrived, he was accompanied by his family & entourage. The ladies in the groom's entourage carried platters with beautifully arranged desserts & fruits. The men were not allowed to handle them lest they be ridiculed as unmanly. In the temple, the groom waited while his parents met the bride's parents before the bridal ten

Previously I wrote about how imageshack tried to extort me with my pictures here . I've been using their services for 6 years & their sudden change of policy will not force me to pay. What a betrayal! I'll have none of that. Loyalty is a very big thing to me. taken from girlonfire.co.uk Therefore, I decided to hang the frog & move all my photos away from imageshack to Picasa Web Albums . I spent 4 days working on this. I had to move all the pictures on my blog from this post in 2006 until my previous post about the hot nurse in 2012 . That's roughly 970 pictures that I used to host on imageshack. Along the way, I read what I wrote in the past. I relived many wonderful memories & remembered past lovers. An old wound has reopened & made worse when my best friend got engaged a few days ago. I'm happy for him but sad for myself. sigh~~~ After this, I'm going to delete all my photos on imageshack & never return again. I don'

taken from www.funbull.com After making a strenuous and extremely lengthy journey home, I arrived at Kuching International Airport at 7.30pm last night. (I departed my school at 10am. Imagine that!) It sure does feel good to be home. It's great to be in a familiar place & have all sorts of options available. It feels great to be no longer bound by geography, no cell reception & no Internet. It also feels good to be able to sleep up until 9am every morning. I haven't dipped myself in modern civilisation for 3 weeks & now that I'm back in a city, I feel like I'm back in my element. What's more, I'm back in my city. My home. I've been waiting for today for a long long time. Last night, I joined a futsal game at 9pm. Then, I had a few drinks with some of the best buddies I have in town. Nothing like a good team game of sweat, effort & spirit to create a genuine bond between men. Today, I had a cup of my favourite coffee. A bing!