Going home...

Finally...after 2 weeks of holiday, I'm going back to Penang. The last time I went back was during semester break, for a few days...better then none, right? Of course, my parents aren't - "delighted", to put it mildly (their exact words are not suitable for adults below 80, so I'm not gonna quote them here). While everyone else goes back for 3 weeks, I'll be back for 3 days, 8 weeks break - 7 days, and so on and so forth...
Well, it's not entirely my fault you know...so much to do and yet so little time...
Some says that not going back home means not being a filial son.
Compare the following scenario:

Would you prefer
A) A son who came back to visit you ocassionally but attends to your every need, or
B) A son who stays with you every day but ask money from you and treats your home like a hotel, leaving early in the day and coming back late at night

Sometimes, it's so sad to see people passing judgement based on such limited observation and narrow perspective...if only humans are as predictable as they think...
Ironically, those under category B are the ones who like to lecture others on filial piety...I guess it's true that one cannot see one's fault, one cannot take that one's at fault...
As for me, I'll continue to be who I am regardless of what people think. I can't please everyone, so I'll just please one - me...As for my parents, I guess they understand...they just love nagging!!

Sarawak

This is Sarawak, the paradise of Malaysia...I've never wanted to spend all my life in Malaysia but now, if I ever do remain here..there's no doubt this is where I want to live...

The beach...the scenery...the beauty...the bliss...everything is so captivating...so romantic...and so peaceful...

Brunei

Sri Aman

Miri

Sibu

Kuching

Bintulu

Now, if only people will take a moment to notice, instead of rushing through life, instead of trying to outdo each other, instead of taking everything around them for granted...life will be so much worthy, isn't it?

A dog named sex

Here's a great article that I enjoyed very much..

Everybody who has a dog calls him "Rover" or "Spot". I call mine "Sex". He's a great pal but he has caused me a great deal of embarassment.

When I went to the City Hall to renew his license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex. He said, "I'd like one, too!"

Then I said, "But this is a dog!" He said he didn't care what she looked like. I said, "You don't understand, I have had Sex since I was nine years old." He replied, "You must have been quite a kid."

When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole world revolves around Sex." He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church. I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding. My family is barred from the church from then on.
When I married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex.

He said, " You don't need a special room. As long as you pay your bill, we don't care what you do." I said, "Look, you don't seem to understand. ... Sex keeps me awake at night." The clerk said, "Funny - I have the same problem."
One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there, looking disappoointed. I told him that I have planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my own tickets. "But you don't understand," I said. "I had hoped to have Sex on TV." He said, "Now that cable is all over the place, it's no big deal anymore."
When my wife and I separated, we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married." The judge said, "The court room isn't a confessional. Stick to the case, please."

Then I told him that after I was married Sex left me. He said, "Me, too."
Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking all over town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, "What are you doing in this alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I told him that I was looking for Sex.

My case comes up Thursday.