Michael Buble In Kuala Lumpur!!!!!

Reliable sources says that one of my absolute favourite artistes, the suave looking Canadian singer-writer, Michael Buble will be in Kuala Lumpur.

The date, I was told is 27 January 2017.

Michael Buble

This piece of news, uh, is PRETTY exciting!

Bessy-Bruce The Car

Last Saturday. 7 am.

We started off early for Bangi to run our training session for the graduates. As we near the traffic light entering the LATAR highway, dear ole Bessy-Bruce gave several big coughs, and died. There. Just there. At the junction. Busy junction. With cars and trucks behind us for miles (ok so I was exaggerating). And we were supposed to be somewhere damn important within the next couple of hours.

Not good.

Finally, after a brief call to the LATAR Helpline (which I can tell was quite a hilarious conversation, will get to that in a moment) the LATARAssist officer came by with his big bike and helped push the car to the side of the road with some help from a passerby.

It was still way too early for anyone to wake up on a Saturday so calls to several tow trucks were not very successful. The Officer finally managed to help us found one which was from Batang Kali. Managed to call the regular workshop we send the car to and told the mechanic that we are sending Bessy-Bruce that early morning.

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First few days, we decided to rent a car to move around. Got a Persona. Nice drive. Then had to revert to the workshop’s loaned car. I can tell you that machine looks like it just stepped out from the Fast and Furious movie what with big muffler and everything! Oh, did I mentioned that it is also a manual….??


(pixs credit to bestwallpaperhd.com)

It has been a week now. Yesterday we popped by the workshop to see the progress on jobs done. With major works done on the car – change of engine and other stuff, looks like there will be thinner pockets next week!

December Is Here. Really.

Wow! Time flies!Just a few days ago we were somewhere in Bangsar and I looked at all the Christmas lights. I thought of Christmas and how it felt only like several months back. It was. It was a good almost 12 months ago!

This year has been a tremendous change from what we had gone through in 2013. Last year was a miserable, challenging year. It was as if everything that happened were mockeries of what we had worked for. Even the flowers died and the grass outside of the gate died.

How bad can you get?

2014, as I call it, a recovery year. We relocated. Flowers bloom again. Business is gaining momentum. But, a lot of hard work. We earned a few new friends but I think we lost a few too…but that is ok. We try not to have toxic people around.

They will drag you to die along with them.

The Daughter finally decided to be engaged to the boy whom she has been seeing for a while. Ok, that’s another story altogether, and will be told in another blog.

George just completed a few exciting projects and a few more in the pipeline. As for me, I really want to wrap up the year with a nice, deserving holiday somewhere I can chill in front of the ocean, dig my toes in the sand and not think of deadlines. Where I can savour this nice, succulent seafood to my heart’s content. Or steak. Whichever is good.

December used to be dreary as I recall. It still does, in a way. But not too much. It feels exciting too somewhat.

Strange but it does.

Here’s something from Michael Buble to sign off for the evening.

The Senior Citizen At Home

We have 26 furkids and roughly 3/4 of them are senior citizens, meaning they are above 7 years old.

The most senior is Rexton, aged 16 which is about 80 years old human age. Her mom, Chomel was a real darling. Rexton’s dad was Tiger, an exotic breed of Persian and LDSH ginger boy.


(Rexton, 2013)

As I type this blog, she is just lazying herself next to the netbook, trying to be as quiet as possible although her occasional meows breaks the silence in the room. Her fur has changed somewhat. Her lovely fur now is now greying, with white and silver specks here and there. And, just like human do, she refused to walk up and down the staircase more than she needs to. She has lesser teeth now too. Taking comfort with a mix of kibbles and wet food, she loves her boiled chicken as treat.



(Rexton, 2006)

She mostly sleeps nowadays, or admiring the quiet street in front of our home. There is not much of activity in the neighbourhood except for the contractors who have been busy renovating the houses near ours. Her usual place is by the glass sliding door where it is quiet and hidden away from the rest of the furkids.  When she gets bored, she will take the effort to climb the stairs and curls up in front of our bedroom door.

At night, she climbs in to bed noisily, usually with some long winded stories and plonks herself next to me or sometimes next to George. I could smell her sweet Rexton scent, so unique to her. I think each of our kids have their own unique scent!



(Rexton, 2014, on the study table, next to me)

Even at 16 years old, she is still scared of the thunder. She will hide away under the bed or better still, the blanket and promptly fell asleep while the thunder roars outside.

We have been watching her closely for the last couple of months of some subtle changes in her….. There is so much love and care for them in this house. And the furkids have been through a lot for the past many years and hope that we could provide them with the best of their final years with us.


Do You Remember Your First Million Ringgit Deal?

I still do. Clearly in my head.

Been talking to business associates about “that” particular FMCG product which has just allocated about RM80 million worth of advertising budget for next year. I told myself that I will have 10% from that budget for the company.

The following year, one morning, got a call from the Project Manager of that FMCG company congratulating me for having to secure the business pitch which we did about one week earlier. They loved what the saw and was very confident we could deliver a good job.

There were flurries of administration papers to sort out.

Then, the next thing I knew, I was holding a Purchase Order with more zeros than I had ever seen before. The next following week, I was holding a nice cheque worth 80% of the Purchase Order.

Yes, I do remember my first million ringgit deal.



  • do we buy new tableware and yet have to wait for guests visiting our home before using them?
  • do we speak oh! ever so sweet to strangers on the phone when we grump if our friends call?
  • do we pay much respect to those whom we just met and yet we raise our voices and shout to the people who love us till the day they die?
  • do teenagers believe their friends more with the craps they were told than the truth told by their parents?
  • do many single mothers fell trapped with love scams when all of their friends told them so?
  • bother to be married when you still play the fields?
  • pray 5 times a day and yet the tongue is worse than the sharpest knife?
  • keep pets but to dump them at the market when they are old and need you more than ever…?

Almost A Blind Date

There we were last night, the four of us, sitting at this cosy corner of Busaba, Bangsar Shopping Complex, enjoying our exquisite Thai dinner. Busaba means flower and grace in Thai. Conversation revolved around childhood school experience, food, kids, work…you know, safe topics.

We enjoyed the food so much and so busy with the conversation that we had forgotten to take any pictures to commemorate this special dinner.

You see, it was special because George and I were chaperoning two friends – a man and a woman – for their first date together, or rather an almost blind date. I said, almost because background information about each other was given to both of them weeks in advance.

Both are single parents and professionals in their own right and are with kids. Smart, intelligent, good looking people these two. Really, meeting people for prospecting as life partner are quite limited considering their status in the community. So, dinner it was!

Vacation Time

Dear blog

I badly need a vacation.

George needs one too.

The cats might need a good dose of a holiday as well.

Bessy-Bruce the car needs a vacation. He/she loves the open road.





Almost A Wordless Sunday

“We must be the change we want to see in the world” ~ Gandhi.


Thank You, God, For Good People.

(Moi blogging from the “comfort” of a hot room, sans aircond and thinking of the nice cool reading room downstairs. Why not blog from downstairs, you may ask? Because, dear readers, there are only a few spots on the house that can receive YES reception….)

I do not believe in coincidences. Everything happened for a reason.

And with that, thank you God, for good people.


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