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I changed themes 3 times today. I didn’t fancy the red Xmas bells no more. It was after the 2nd change when I realized why I HAD to leave it as the red bells in the first place.

The blog title seems to have been squeezed along with the description, in all the other themes. Looks like I’m gonna either revert back to the original red bell theme or get to making my own header. I have been wanting to make thing change for sometime now, but the inner procrastinater would not relent.

“Why do things now when you can put them off till later?”. The perfect procrastinater motto.

***UPDATES*** Cat has finished like 99% of the wedding pictures uploading! So head on over to the link below and do leave us a comment ;) 

I’ve been receiving lotsa SMSes about the wedding photos. We apologize for the delays, but there are just TOO MANY to filter out at the moment. We had a couple of camera men during the wedding dinner. So far, we’ve got everything from both my cousin brother’s cam and recently just got the rest from Ian, the professional photographer we hired.

Let me just say, I liked the way Ian did business. Very professional and reasonably priced. In fact, he was very cincai with us. Look after your cameraman well and he will look after you well. Good tips eh. For those looking to hire a photographer, drop me a comment and I’ll pass you Ian’s contact information.

Ok, enough of banter. The pictures are still being uploaded, albeit painstakingly. The site hosting it is: http://www.mywedding.com/nawcath/. Feel free to grab any for memory sake. There should be more pictures coming soon as my wifey tells me. So keep it bookmarked if you have to.

Also, something sad happened to my good friend, Eddy Han. His grandpa past away recently. A moment of silence to honour this great loss. Eddy Han, if you’re reading this. I said it before and I’ll say it again, they never leave us. If you need a shoulder to cry on, mine’s already taken. Use June’s instead yeah Chill bro.

All my life, I grew up knowing I have weak lungs. This was due to a bout of whooping cough (sp?) I had when I was younger. On top of that, I’m very sensitive to dust and chemicals. Walk into a dusty room and I’ll be sneezing my head off. Walk into clothes department and my nose will start itching and twitching.

I still remember a funny incident when I was about 11 years old. I was cleaning my room and boy was it dusty. Halfway through spring cleaning, I was called to have lunch and then continue. Whilst gobbling down my fish, I got a “Y” shaped fish-bone stuck in my throat. All the old wives remedies to dislodge the darn thing did not work. Ball of rice swallowed whole - check. Drinking lotsa water in one gulp - check. Clearing my throat until it was sore - check. In the end my mom called my dad, who was at work, to get back home.

So I figure I’d wait for dad to get back and he will have a go at it with some forceps. No biggie, except when I tried swallowing. Hurt like hell then. I focus on clearing my room. Got to cleaning some dusty cabinets and lo behold, I sneezed a major sneeze and found myself staring at a fishbone in my hands. Awesome! Dad wasn’t too thrilled about it when he got home though.

Ok, that was a big beating around the bush. I’ve been stuck with a bad bad cough. It’s the dry kind where you cough and cough, but nothing comes up. However, it leaves you with a headache and a bursting lung. I’ve tried 3 different cough mixtures and lozenges to soothe my sorethroat from all that coughing. I had a cup of warm water with honey last evening, but all have failed me miserably. So I turn to the Internet for cough remedies, my dear bloggers. Anyone? Pretty please with sugar icing on top?

I’ve been blessed with a family, who loves music. I can remember from a very young age listening to stuff my parents would sing along to. After reading Mic’s blog (she’s on my blog list) about Carpenters, I realized something.

Yeah I listen to Linkin Park and other “noisy” music, but when it comes to the Oldies, you just can’t beat them. I guess it’s also easier playing the guitar to oldies than to Linkin Park’s - Numb.

As such, I usually end up bathroom Karaoke-ing with my favourite oldies. There is a science in this though. I remember reading somewhere that the acoustics in bathrooms and toilets are really good. So go ahead and wake up the dead with your bathroom singing people.

It’s been a while since I’ve sung while playing the guitar. Just wish this incessant dry cough would stop, collaborate and listen. I’ve been coughing my lungs out and it’s giving me a headache plus sleepless nights. I’ll settle with humming Simon & Garfunkel’s - El Condor Pasa instead. So jiwangz mood.

Helloooooo.

I’m back from my breakkie. It’s nice to have a rest after all that tense moments leading to the wedding night. I’m in the midst of compiling a list of feedback for the hotel. Seems like the food was good, but the service department could use a little fine tuning. Thanks for all the good wishes. The wife is building a site to host some stuff on the wedding and hopefully it will be up soon. I’ll post the link up here when it’s done.

So what does a person with one week to kill do? Nothing! That’s the best part ain’t it. Basically, we just lazed the whole day and ate when we were hungry and slept when we were sleepy. Reminds me why I wanted to be a professional beach bum so much. After countless hours catching up on TV series and mindless mind wanderings, I’ve come up with a list of dumb stuff.

1) How come CSI agents take hair samples without so much as a shower cap? What if their dandruff contaminates the evidence?

2) Who the hell writes the Desperate Housewives script? The person is a genius I tell ya! One of the reasons why I watch it in the first place.

3) Do evil spirits fear salt bullets or holy water more? Supernatural seems to have got me mixed up. The one thing I do know for sure, go with Silver if you are in doubt. Also, salt the bones and burm ‘em if you think they’re gonna end up as bad spirits.

4) Chinese serials should get better script writers for their endings. I hate a stupid ending, especially after sitting through 40 episodes. Makes me wanna bite someone, you know…

5) Brazil maybe a good vacation spot for reasons like the beach, booze and babes. But they also have syndicates, who harvest your organs. Ewwwww, gross!

6) If you ain’t cool, it’s coz you’re not SPARRTANNNN!!!!!

7) How cool is it, you get to work on screen with your dad? Will Smith is my hero in “The Pursuit of Happyness”. And before some readers crucify me for my spelling, it’s supposed to be spelt “happiness”.

Malaysia harbours the biggest, baddest pirates of them all! I don’t care what you say. Movie pirates, that is.  Muaahhahahaha.

Ok, now I’ve got that off my chest. It’s time to add a special token of thanks to my dear Eddy Han for being my wedding Master of Ceremony. Dude, I’m so gonna kick your arse for the stunts you pulled on stage man. RAWRRRRR. But still, thanks a lot for all your advice. Not forgetting June as well.

Also, I can’t forget me parents, who had countless sleepless nights and also my sistah!!! She was the floor manager for the day yeah. All your queries would have probably gone to her. Two thumbs and toes, UP!!!!

Have you ever got the feeling that everything in the universe conspired against you? 9 April 07 was the perfect example for me.

My aunt from Thailand arrived in Malaysia and wanted to visit the Oasis Foodcourt in Mid Valley for her Portugese Baked Fish fix. We drove in 2 separate cars through the pouring KL rains. We parked and went about our food hunt. Fast forward to when I met up with my wifey, who took the train to get to MV.

We decided to have dinner, shop a little and then head on home. Sis and her boyfriend decided to catch a movie. This is when the nightmare started. I don’t know how many of you out there face the same dilemma as me. I sometimes can’t remember where I parked my car. This time however, I remembered to note the car park location earlier. It was definitely Level 2A. So we exited the mall into the hot and stuffy carpark. Head on to Level 2A and walked towards the end, where I parked.

I was greeted by a row of parked cars and oddly, none were mine. No sweat. I must have recalled the level wrongly and we proceeded to use the staircase and check the level below. Still not it. Basically, we covered 7 levels altogether looking for my car. This was followed by another 7 levels again using the ramps this time to ensure we don’t miss out any levels in between, which can happen using the stairs. STILL NO CAR!!!

At this point, my wife and I are ultra tired from all the un-necessay exercise. I called my mom to double confirm my parking location. She stated it was Level 2A. I tell her my car is not there. That’s when the word “car insurance” started going through my head. I often wished that I could change my car, but this was not the way I wanted it to happen. Suddenly, I remembered my mom saying the words, “Zone G”. I looked at the walls and it stated “Zone H”. Wadafak??!!!!!

In the words of Eddy Han…can bloody die dot com! We try looking for Zone G, but to no avail. We then decided to go inside the mall again and checkout the zones from the directory. We found the car after like 30+ minutes of mindless walking, all drenched in sweat. Finally!!! As I’m about to start the car, wifey suddenly says something, that makes my heart skip a beat. “Have you paid for the parking?”. No sweat. This block has a human operator rather than those autopay machines. I’m safe. Oh wait. Where’s the parking ticket??!!!!!! I get down from the car to search my pockets. Nope, no luck. Then I recalled my mom passing the ticket to me and I kept it in my left pocket along with my mobile phone.

It was not there and it dawned on me. My constant phone usage would have meant the ticket could be anywhere in the 154586835246134547568682461321354565767867.234123 shops I’ve been in. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hell with it. I’ll have to settle for the lost parking ticket fine instead. Took out RM20, which would be the standard rate for most carparks. Approaching the operator booth, we noticed to our utmost dismay. The fine for a lost ticket was FIFTY FREAKIN’ RINGGIT!!!!! 

We tried to appeal to the lady, which led her to calling her supervisor. No dice. Here I was holding up the traffic having to fill a form. A BLOODY FORM JUST IN CASE I RECOVERED BACK THE TICKET AND THEY COULD REFUND ME! I don’t think I’m that lucky after my spate of bad luck, lady. I paid the fine and drove back home in a mist of anger and frustration. Guess what? I was supposed to pick up my wedding photos, but took a wrong turn. Awesome! Great! Wonderful! Splendid! Smashing! GAHHHHHHHHHHHH…

Thank you wifey for putting up with my temper that night. Looks like I have to mandi bunga (flower bath) already.

Note: The font alignment issue is still un-resolved even with IE instead of Opera as my web browser. SEE!!! Even the Internets bully me!

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One word of advice to anyone, who deals with customer service reps. If they are good at their job, do make an effort to praise them. Better still, send an e-mail to their manager. Don’t wait till. Do it now. You will be surprised how much it means to the individual and how it will motivate the other people working there as well.

If ever you receive above average service, recommend the place to other people. Share it. Blog about it. Post about it in forums. Many establishments survive on word-of-mouth advertising. Some even prefer this mode of advertising.

That aside, it’s Monday again. How many of you dread Mondays? Oddly enough, my work days usually starts on Sundays. Lucky me. I can’t count the number of family outings I’ve missed in the last 6 months. Me am tired. So bloody tired. I don’t think I wanna work 12 hour shifts anymore. Mind numbing.

EDIT: How many of you got Punk’d yesterday? April Fool’s Day is just not quite the same when you’re in the office all alone.