what you eat is how your armpit going to smell

When we go about our daily activities, I am sure we do come across some people with body odour, so pungent that you get a jolt and the rest of the day, suffering from mild headache.

Everyone one of us has body odour, mild or otherwise. For me, it was a nightmare during my teens. Hormones were raging and I indulged in quite a number of sports and being having quite a hairy body didn’t help much.

I actually pity my friend (“kipas” Singh who was named as such after a ceiling fan came crashing down on him) who sat besides me in class, especially right after kelas jasmani.

No one didn’t know how to approach me. But my dad did as for him, smelly is smelly and there’s no in between. He suggested to shave my ketiak and even to the extend of cooking up the idea of going for an operation to remove my sweat glands!  I did wish then, we had Intense Pulse Light (IPL) procedure to remove those unnecessary bush. My dad actually surveyed Super Kinta and Yik Foong departmental stall, to look for a pleasant solution and he came back with Odorono roll on deodorant.

Using Odorono was like having to slather a thin layer of glue and darn, it was sticky. My pride bushes actually managed to tangle themselves and at the end of the day, my ketiak smelled like burnt rubber!

Of course now, we do know that what you eat is how your ketiak going to smell.

If you love your curries, of course your ketiak do smell a hint of galangal or even cumin. If you are a cheese lover, perhaps you can detect a hint of camembert (by the way, we were told by our Ah Sir, Gavin Smith that camembert cheese smell like a girl’s fanny..no wonder all of the students were keen to taste during that particular cheese tasting class – Isle Of Man)

I was told once, Japanese are very particular about body odour and employees were given some sort of crystal deodorant and that did the trick.

To the Japanese it is rude to have body odour (I could be wrong). Even if a Japanese has body odour, most likely it has a hint of sake or perhaps mirin? Since I am a coffee lover, perhaps my ketiak smell of Arabica beans? 🙂

For now, my ketiak‘s best buddy is “Smelly No More”, a type of crystal deodorant and I have not looked back since.

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practice makes fluent?

What is seriously wrong with some people nowadays?

Not too distant ago, there’s such a brouhaha as to what language medium to use for education purposes, especially for Science subject and don’t get me wrong here as I am not privy to any sides of the coin.

I was educated in a sekolah kebangsaan and I love Bahasa Malaysia but that did not deter me from improving my English. My only regret is of course, I didn’t make the honest effort to embrace putonghua.

Now, coming back to my frustrations.

Of late, some quarters had wanted to change the idiom “practice makes perfect” to “practice makes fluent”. These people are of the opinion that the more you practice a language, you will be more fluent.

What a whole load of bats’ guano?

The idiom “practice makes perfect” applies to anything and all things you can think of, NOT confine only to language improvement.

Speaking of bat’s guano, I need to use the toilet now.

please pass this on (might save a life)

Please copy and paste and pass on to your friends who are married with kids or even not. It doesn’t matter.

Many thanks.

After tossing her books on the sofa, she decided to grab a snack and get on-line.. She logged on under her screen name ByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She sent him an instant message:

ByAngel213:
Hi. I’m glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!

GoTo123:
LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don’t you live in a safe neighborhood?

ByAngel213:
Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz’ I didn’t see anybody when I looked out.

GoTo123:
Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven’t done that have you?

ByAngel213:
Of course not. I’m not stupid you know.

GoTo123:
Did you have a softball game after school today?

ByAngel213:
Yes, and we won!!

GoTo123:
That’s great! Who did you play?

ByAngel213:
We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL

GoTo123:
What is your team called?

ByAngel213:
We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really cool.

GoTo123:
Did you pitch?

ByAngel213:
No, I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don’t want them mad at me. Bye!

GoTo123:
Catch you later. Bye

Meanwhile, GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far.

Her name: Shannon
Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985
Age: 13
State where she lived: North Carolina

Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall. Besides this information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the eighth grade at the Canton Junior High School . She had told him all this in the conversations they had on- line. He had enough information to find her now.

Shannon didn’t tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ballpark that day. She didn’t want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn’t be so overprotective.

By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her.

Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely.

He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn’t look scary and she quickly dismissed the sudden fear she had felt.

After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he had found her.

Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Shannon ‘s home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car.

Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon ‘s house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.

Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room.

“Shannon, come here,” her father called.. He sounded upset and she couldn’t imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa.

“Sit down,” her father began, “this man has just told us a most interesting story about you.”

Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today!

“Do you know who I am, Shannon ?” the man asked..

“No,” Shannon answered.

“I am a police officer and your online friend, GoTo123.”

Shannon was stunned. “That’s impossible! GoTo123 is a kid my age! He’s 14. And he lives in Michigan !”

The man smiled. “I know I told you all that, but it wasn’t true. You see, Shannon , there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to injure kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. You named the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze.”

Shannon was stunned. “You mean you don’t live in Michigan ?”

He laughed. “No, I live in Raleigh. It made you feel safe to think I was so far away, didn’t it?”

She nodded.

“I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn’t as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you’ve learned a lesson from this and won’t do it again. Tell others about this so they will be safe too?”

“It’s a promise!”

That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom thanked God for protecting Shannon from what could have been a tragic situation.

 

365 days, already?

(drum rolling in the background)

YES..Today  Yesterday was my 1st year anniversary of starting this blog..:)

I think I kept to my promise on the premise that this blog will be updated on a daily basis, irregardless of what topic I was writing about. With this posting, I have posted a total of 419 times, meaning on average, I wrote 1.1 per day.

Do I pass with flying colors?  

I don’t think there is such rule to benchmark unless the blog has been abandoned for ages, I reckon.

Do I enjoy the journey?

Yes, I enjoyed it immensely as it reflects my thought for the day and how I felt on certain subject.

Is it hard to blog? It’s very much depends on the subject and at times, the creative juice just isn’t there (blogger’s block?) and I somehow managed to soldier on.

I do wish I could write better..as a writer does but then again, I was told to just be myself.

Thank you for walking along with me for the past 300 odd days and I will be around for many years to come (i am crossing all my fingers and toes and wrinkling my face now :))

have a meaningful Wesak

I love this guy, Zubedy. Anas Zubedy.

He is one guy who is all for peaceful and harmonious living. Whenever he publishes a full page of his heartfelt message, I can’t help but really tabik this guy. All his messages really struck a chord in my heart and I am sure, it affects many others too.

I quote him (part of the message)…Encourage racial and religious based organisations to embrace a more universal approach. Promote inclusivity, when speaking of the poor, speak of the poor of all races, give data from all groups. When talking about uplifting education standards, talk about how we can lift the standards for all groups of Malaysians, not just any one group.

Further quote…Let our leaders know that we want them to speak to all of us, to all Malaysians, and not to speak only to Malays or Chinese or Indians or East Malaysians or Christians, Buddhist, Hindu or Muslims, for we are Malaysians and we are all these, so speak to us all as one, as Rakyat Malaysia.

Like I said, I tabik him.

Have a meaningful Wesak

have a meaningful Wesak

malaysians consume more fuel

Does it really surprise you?

When I read this, I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or be angry. Of course, we as Malaysians consume more fuel lar, even though the price of petrol has gone up significantly the past years.

It is pure common sense and simple logic.

All those Wiras, Perdanas and Kenaris still need to run and people still need to cari makan unless of course, going from point A to point B using public transportation is a breeze in KL. (No, we do like to spent more money to fill up our cars to go Pavillion and shop ourselves silly)

Ever wonder why majority of households have 2 cars nowadays (no, they are not showing off they are well off) ?

Take up this challenge. Go take public transportation from city centre to Putrajaya. If you still say it’s a breeze, ice white coffee is on me and you earn my salute 🙂

Oh yes, of course we can always take a cab. Unless you are expert at price haggling (though not all cab drivers are dishonest) you will have to pay exorbitant fee (flat rate)  from point A to point B which is just 15 minutes away?

Can we blame the cab drivers? Whether we like it or not, they still need to put food on the table for their family.

I recently read a book whereby the author asked of our policy makers to stop making new policies or law or bylaws..until and unless all previous approved laws are implemented and followed through. If you can’t make sure a new law is successfully implemented and beneficial to the commoners, why bother at all?

Very true, indeed.

where do cows like to go?

This picture was taken right after I came back to Kuala Lumpur and it was taken at one of Marche outlets in Singapore.

The more I look at Celeste, the more I see myself in her 🙂

Looking at the cows in the background, I recall a riddle by Celeste about cows.

She would go around and ask everyone and anyone, “where do cows like to go”? When no one can answer, she would gladly say “…to the moooo-vies”. She would then stomped off satisfactorily.

I miss her antics.

Celeste "moo-ing" around