So it was a long weekend. We had Friday off due to Tamil New Year. Which explains the kabaddi and the tug-o-war pictures of last entry.

Kabaddi semi final took place yesterday. Spirit was on high. Lots of people showed up at the field. The players were a sight. It's understandable to wear battered clothing because by the end of each game, you'd be lucky to have much garment on your body. One of the players sported a track bottom with one pant higher than the other, and his T-shirt had a big rip right from under the armpit to the end of the hemline. It was a fashion suicide on a new level.

The highlight of every kabaddi game is overthrowing your opponent. This one for example, ended up with that guy losing a toe nail. Man, I'd stay out of any touch rugby game and kabaddi any day.

While at that, I'd like to share something I learned in usrah yesterday.

Lately there has been a lot of shocking news in Utusan. But today's news wins the award la kan. Click here to read the rest of the story.

My heart went out for the kid. Such a pity to grow up with permanent stitch marks on his face. Personally, if the authorities would ever have their hands on the culprit, aku vote diorg seret muka mamat tuh balek atas jalan tar.

On to a lighter note.
Spring is not so illusive after all. Finally, it  has started to grace us with its arrival.

You know the bleak winter has ended and the spring is blossoming when...

Yesterday was all sorts of interesting-ness. Like any other normal days, I wanted to start my day with a cup of Milo. Off to the kitchen I went. Bleary eyed, I put the kettle on the stove and lit a match. Only, the fire did not only catch the ignition hole, it caught the whole stove!

Terus mata aku ala-ala suffering from exophthalmus.

I grabbed a small pail lying conveniently on the floor. It was quarter-filled with water. Refusing to make a mess (ye la, sape lagi nak mop the floor later? Aku jugak kan...), I tilted the pail and water slowly ran onto the stove. But the flame was still there. I could even see it poking from between the handles. Gilo. This time around, I dunked the whole baldi content onto the stove. Still, the flame was there to stay.

Sheesh, now what? The smell of burnt plastic handle was wafting in the air.

Shall I scream for help? It's not everyday I got the chance to scream 'fire! Fire!'. Or in my case 'pajhar! Pajhar!'.

Kak Rika was still asleep. She wouldn't appreciate the commotion.

Then my eyes caught side of the gas handle. I pulled it down with a single swing, and poof, the flame disappeared.

Lagging, Laily. Lagging. If you had thought abt pulling the gas handle sooner, you'd still have your eyelashes and hair on your arm.

I can't believe I actually took the time to do this test. Wahhahha...

Your true color is Black!

What's Your True Color?
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LaiLy, your true color is Black!

Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.

CLEO is among my must-buy mags back in Msia. It can be entertaining to read the 'His Prob', 'Her Prob' or 'Medical Prob' columns. (I know I most probably got the captions wrong, but the last I read any CLEO was months ago. So sue me). Plus the pictures of those dresses, earrings, wallets, shoes are so pretty. No girl can resist em. :D

And to quote Nore, they're back. Who you ask? The CLEO Eligible Bachelor of course. During this season, esp around March and April, CLEO would sell like hot cakes on stands (ada ke orang jual hot cakes kat Mesia?). Besides the point. It's a great marketing strategy; featuring 50 irresistable-looking guys from cover to cover.

Tapi laa kan, bukan aku nak kutuk laa kan.
Kutuk gak ni.
What kind of an eligible bachelor yang tak tau the meaning of wife-beater?? *Tepuk dahi.*

These guys are easy on the eyes, for sure. I don't have the perseverance to click on every 50 of them, but the 5 biodatas I viewed all claiming that they are models/actors. Aren't they any eligible bachelors out there yg keje engineer ke, doctor ke, ya know, normal 8-5, less-popular nyer occupation?

Sometimes I wonder abt CLEO's definition of Most Eligible Bachelor. Yep.

Back to my own less-than-popular mediocre life.
Once upon a time in Ukraine....

LaiLy       : Wei Chow, tlg bayaq duit net aku sat. (hulur duit to Wei Chow)
Wei Chow: Tu dia aih. Beraninya hang hutang byk lagu ni dgn Russians.
LaiLy       : (sengih)
Wei Chow: I tell you what, aku boh dlm game mlm ni. AC confirm menang. Odds 1.7 Kalau menang, hang dpt balik lebih 400gri. Hang ambik ja laa duit lebih tu.
LaiLy       : byk lawa hang. Pi bayaq duit net ja laa. Ni nak ajak aku gamble pulak. Sepak satni.
Wei Chow: habeh tu kalau aku guna duit hang gamble takpa ka? Kalau kalah aku bayaq balek laa.

(LaiLy raised up her hand to beat the crap out of Wei Chow, who retaliated and laughed like crazy.)

The next day...

Wei Chow: aku bayaq dah duit net hang.
LaiLy       : Ok, thanks.
Wei Chow: (pulling a bundle of notes from his jeans pocket) Smlm aku letak duit hang. AC menang. Dpt 400bucks extra. Hang nak balek kaa?
LaiLy       : Err...