Pole Dancing - uncensored~!

Watch only if you know what 'Pole Dancing' means and that you do not find it offensive~!

The video was recorded by an 'amateur' who happened to be at the scene, hence the poor sound quality.

In any case, the dancer is adorable, perhaps because I do like 'montok2 gitu! hehehe'.

Haziq won~!

Haziq, having quiet moments watching the world goes by. The caption he wrote on this profile picture on his facebook reads,

"As cars and people pass
It feels like standing still but I know
I'm just moving uncomfortably slow.

I'll get there someday. :)"

Haziq, 16yrs old and will soon be sitting for his final exams for GCSE is studying at JESS, one of the international schools in Dubai.

Today I received this sms from my wife who is in Dubai, "Haziq won a prize in a photo competition run by Murdoch University!"

For his winning, he received one of these fuji cameras as the prize. As a show of support and knowing that Haziq already has a Canon 40D, his class teacher has offered to purchase the camera at a premium! In fact, I was told that upon getting the news, the teacher immediately sent out an announcement to the whole school! She too was proud.

The picture at the top is the winning entry, and the picture below is his prize! The theme, as I understood from Haziq today, was 'Street Life in Dubai'!

Needless to say, I am very proud of his achievement and knowing how thrilled he is, makes me truly happy.

Let me gloat, let me brag. I am just proud, my son has a prize in the bag~! Amongst other photos he has captured are displayed below:

At the end of the rope...

"Pp, dia telah menikah dengan perempuan tu! Pls be on line, I need to chat!" I received an sms from Aini, a mother of four and an old friend from previous employment.

Spontaneously I punched a reply. Just before pressing the 'send' button, I paused. Instead, I decided to take my morning shower. The warm water from the 'rain' shower-head soaked my hair and seaped onto my scalp. Refreshing! I hummed a few lyrics from 'Singing in the rain', at the same time applying the 'Kings & Queens, George III Lime' shower gel on to my skin. I let the rich lather foamed over my chest, took a handful of it and brought to my face. The energetic & fresh lime scent reminded me of my recent trip to London. It was there that I bought one bottle of the gel at one of the Waitrose outlets. I should have got more, its scent was simply rejuvenating !

As I was toweling myself, my Blackberry buzzed with another text message. A quick glance told me, it was a message from my wife. "Good morning, luv u!" I broke into a smile. A good morning greeting from my wife always made me happy, no matter where I was.

I opened the fridge looking for fresh milk for a breakfast of cereal. None! I settled for two slices of brown bread toast instead. I have forgotten all about Aini's sms . It was then that another text message came in, and a more urgent one too.
"I want to ask for a divorce! Pls, I need to talk!"

I glanced at my watch, it was 8.20am. I have a meeting already scheduled at 9.30am. Impossible! A thought of calling her crossed my mind. Idea aborted. What if her husband was around. I didn't want to intrude. Why didn't she call me? I decided to reply her text message, "So sorry to hear. Also so very sorry am bz now, will let u know when free"

While driving to the office, I reflected on Aini's problem. For nearly one year she had been confiding with me about her suspicion of her husband's infidelity.
"I think she is seeing another woman!" She once told me.
"What make you think so?" I asked. A question she had expected me to ask for she replied instantly.
"I read a text message on his mobile, and it says 'I am going to sleep with your picture under my pillow'!"
I wanted to say, "Think no more! He definitely is!" but instead I said, "Ermm, could be from his sister!"
I knew what I said was dumb. She left me with no doubt that I was indeed dumb, she replied, "He is the only child lah Pp!"

On and off, for the last few months Aini and I had chatted about her marital problems. The husband increasingly was staying late finishing work at the office. More outstation business trips. She also noticed new brand of cologne. Once she found used tissue paper smeared with lipstick tucked inside the seat pocket of his Alfa Romeo. She never confronted him, having chosen to play a 'private detective' game.
"I need to collect evidence!" She argued when I asked her to confront her husband.
I scratched my head upon hearing the reply.
"Collecting what evidence??" I wanted to say. I didn't. Instead I murmured something stupid, "You are right. Better to have real evidence!"

By the time I entered the parking lot at the office, I concluded that I have not been a good friend to Aini. If I were a good friend, I should have said what I really wanted to say. Instead, I was too soft. Too much emphaty. I really should have insisted for her to confront. A pang of guilt hit me.
"Maybe, her husband would not have married the other woman if I was more assertive in asking her to confront her husband!" That thought played in my mind.

I entered the office, and immediately called my secretary.
"Please inform all staff, the meeting is postponed to 11am!" I gave new instruction, without a good morning greeting and without looking at him. Rude, I knew. I had to do what I needed to do. I wanted to log online, to save Aini's marriage.
"I can't let her down, not now. I must tell her what to do!" I myself was confused with the way my own mind worked.
"But what do I tell her?" I sat there, facing my laptop screen, looking at the screen opening the yahoo messenger page.

I stared at the screen. My fingers frozen a few milimetres above the keyboard.
"Oh Aini, I wish I know how to help. So sorry...I don't!" I could hear my own voice.

I called the secretary again.
"Call for the meeting to start in five minutes. We will go ahead!"

"Please be strong. Even when it seems like you're at the end of the rope, hang on!" I send a text message to Aini, the only thing I could do. Within a second, I received a reply, "I wish he'd said that to me!"

I felt really bad. No, I didn't want to sound like I was a better man than her husband. Not at all. I knew I was wrong in not trying to help, and at the moment, I was confused. Perhaps I was also not doing the right thing by showing that I cared.

The irony was. "I do care. She is a friend!"

I was jolted by another text message from my wife. "Bz ka, tak de call pun pagi ni?"
I inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly.

I called. The secretary popped in, and gave a hand signal that everyone had gathered in the meeting room. I gave a hand signal reply, "Ask them to wait!"
More rejuvenating than the lime scent in the shower, was to listen to my wife's little laughter. That morning, I needed double dose of that!

(Except for my own character, this article is not about any one dead or alive! Any similarities are purely coincidental. But, you don't have to believe this disclaimer!)

"Sayang satu teapot!"

A few months ago I didn't have a clue what Portmeirion meant, what more how to spell it! Everything changed last Eid when during a visit to Mira & Faisal's open house my wife Lil was taking a special interest in a big box sitting next to a wall. She was joined by a few of her friends, and they were all going gooo-gooo-gaaa-gaaa over what were inside. I moved closer and took a peep. From that day, I found out and can now publicly confess, LiL my wife of over twenty years has started a new affair! At Faisal's open house I realized I have become her number two! I was left to re-fill my own plate while she was being in close proximity with her new love.

It didn't stop at Faisal's house. It was obvious her heart had been stolen. When we got home, she brought the new subject into our conversation. I had no choice but to sit next to her when she enthusiastically cajoled me to look at the laptop screen with pictures and more pictures of my new competition for her affection. I knew I could not win, but I also knew I didn't want to lose. So I did what was the only honorable option left! I joined in her new fascination.

During the weekend when I was in London, it came as no surprise when she texted message me with a request to get intimate with her love affair.

"They can be found at Debenhams on Oxford street!" She said.

I went.

On a Saturday afternoon crowded due to the Bank Holiday, I was one of the foreign visitors caught on thousands of closed circuit camera littered across London! I was sure that I was scrutinized more than closely by the expert intelligence looking for suspicious looking threat to security. How could they not suspect seeing me walking with gritted determination with single minded focus on my mind! I was on a mission...but one which was not of any threat to security. The only thing under any kind of threat was my bank account.

Then I found the display. Instantly, everything changed. I too fell in love. I could not lift my eyes from the beautiful figures; all elegant, curvy, their complexion can be compared to the finest porcelain white and smooth to the touch of my finger tips.

I became intimate!

I took home as much as my newly acquired Samsonite could handle! When I called her from behind one of the black cabs on my way back to the hotel, she sounded excited and thrilled.

"Sayang you !" She said on the phone.

"How much?" I asked.

"Sayang satu teapot much!" She said.

"Then I should have bought a Tempayan! Do they make tempayan at portmeirion?" I asked.

"Hahaha" we both burst laughing at the same time!

"Maybe I should customize order a 'Tempayan' in Botanic Garden design for our next wedding anniversary. That will be a lot of love to last a life-time!" I said.

"Aha...but won't be as sweet as love in a teapot though!" She replied.

Then my phone ran out of credit! I was left to smile alone for the rest of the taxi ride.

She later told me, she was left wondering why suddenly I cut off the call? I then asked her, "What was on your mind?"

She replied, "Ingatkan you dah terjumpa someone yang boleh bagi se tempayan love!"

Hahaha!

"Sayang satu teapot manis secukup rasa, dah ok dah!" I replied. I was saying the truth, and she knew it!

Now not only I have understood Portmeirion, I also have got quite intimate with it.

"Tea, anyone?"