Fun, strenous, happy and tired weekend

What a weekend.

Sunday was especially fun, strenous, happy and tired.

Managed to glue back some loose parquets in the master bedroom and varnish it by lunch time.
Then discovered some tiny water leakage in the bathroom in the same room, which became
a major leak when the pipe snapped.

Took some time to unscrew the bolt from the sink, rushed out with my wife to buy the replacement part. Tried to install the new pipe but a speck of sand got into my eyes and had to stop. Washed eyes and finally got the sand out after some 15 minutes. Got back to the job
and finally completed it.

Went to father-in-law's factory to help out with some packaging work for about an hour an a half.

Visited Mr.Lim's grandmother's.

Wife discovered its GuanYin's birthday tomorrow and proceeded to buy flowers, rice cakes and joss paper.

Had ginger tea at Steven's. Packed dinner - White rice and fried chicken (free curry).

Remembered that I haven't donated anything to Krishna's temple and proceeded to the temple to offer my respect and humble obeisances. Donated some cash. Went back to the car. Went back to temple to donate some more cash for wife. Back to the car.

Back home.

Had dinner.

Read paper.

Bedtime.

Yawn!

Violence is Golden

Violence is Golden (tears are in the eyes)

I hurt myself deep inside
Seeing all the sufferings here
Oh don't it pain to tear with no cry
Oh how painful it is to suffer here

Violence is golden, tears but still no cry
Violence is golden, golden, tears are in the eyes

Talking is cheap, she always fall asleep
Even though i slog for her on the go
How could I suffer so well, i don't know
Pity me, deprived though she know

How many times facing the wall cracklines
Should I tell her off again or try to keep cool
And even if I tried it makes no difference if i cried
Keep to myself, just hurt myself like a fool

Violence is golden, tears but still no cry
Violence is golden, golden, tears are in the eyes

Port Dickson

What a weekend !

About an hour and a half drive to Port Dickson on a rainy Saturday.

Dinner was great. The steamed fish we had at the local restaurant.
The beach was fun. The sand, the soak, the crabs.
Had great fun with my wife and her sister.

Was a little tired on Monday though.

Now we are contemplating about a trip to Singapore...

AFA (Arrogant Fat Arse)

He! The arrogant fat arse never admit his mistake
The arrogant fat arse puts up an aristocratic front, a fake!

The arrogant fat arse thinks he is right all the time
The arrogant fat arse is full of shit, lard, diseases and medicine, thinking he's fine

...to be continued

The Fat Arse Song (YMCA)

The Fat Arse Song - sung in the tune of YMCA

Fat arse ! you're bringing everyone down
I said, fat arse ! Shit your arse out of this world!
I said, fat arse ! cause you're a selfish clown
There's no need for you in this world

Fat arse ! there's a place you can go
I said, fat arse ! when you're fat and short of breath
You can get your arse there, and I'm sure we'll all
have much good time and get you a wreath

Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

They have everything
For you to toil
You can eat all the soil

Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

You can get your arse pried
You can get your arse fried
You can cry whenever you feel
Fat arse! Are you listening to me I said, Fat arse,
How do you want to be skinned, I said, Fat arse,
you can dump all your dreams
and you've got to know this one thing

Fat arse, fucked up all by yourself
I said, fat arse, stuff your pride into your arse
And just let it stay there, till you go to he-ell
I'm sure hell can help you today

Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

They have everything
For you to toil
You can eat all the soil

Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

You can get your arse pried
You can get your arse fried
You can cry whenever you feel
Fat arse! No one was ever like your arse
I say, you're fat, idiotic, ugly and aghast
I say, who cares if you are alive
We want to skin you alive
That's when everyone comes up to you
And said Fat arse! take the crap off your arse
There's a place there called the H.E.L.L
They can start you back on your way

Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

They have everything
For you to toil
You can eat all the soil

H.E.L.L. Its good for you to stay put in hell
Its good for you to stay put in hell

Fat arse, Fat arse, you better go to hell now
Fat arse, Fat arse, we don't want you to be around

H.E.L.L You had better stay put in hell
Fat arse, Fat arse, stuff your arse with a goose
Fat arse, Fat arse, don't leave home without your goose.

Busy Bee

A nursery rhyme inspired from our Mr. Lim from Singapore.

Busy Bee

Busy Bee..
Make Honee,
Sell at Pasar Tanee,
Where everything you can see
except the local babee.

Cheers!