Boids and the Bees

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No, the photo up there is not of my girlfriends or mistresses. I wish!!! Just that I could not download (muat turun? Is there such a word?) the photo I wanted I had to settle for Eira (at least that was the title of the photo so I reckoned one of them is Eira) and her friend.

The first person who correctly told me about the birds and the bees was my friend Tiri. I was about ten or eleven at that time. Until then, the teachings of another friend, Ariffin, held water. From Ariffin I learned that babies came into this world through their mothers' navel.

Oh, Tiri is still single. Ariffin went to join the merchant marine. Don't know if he ever got married and had any children. I will just assume that Tiri did not father any children, based on the fact that he never married. We have to follow some sort of convention here.

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God Free My Pipe

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Yes, God free my pipe.

I haven't been on the rig floor in about six or seven years... When in trouble, get help from any and all quarters. The flowers on the drill pipe might help lubricate it...

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Britney

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Here's a blurry photo of Britney, the resident cat at Lina's parents' house. The thing is, she does not even belong to Lina's parents but to a neighbour. But she never fails to come when I call her over. She likes running her teeth over my toes, fingers, hands, feet, any part of the body that she could get hold of.

Britney? Yup, Britney. Leha was the first one, the other one. Why Britney? After Leha, let's give this one a glamorous name.

Just call her Nini....

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Life in the Fasting Lane - The Upteenth Part

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Fasting month is back again. Sing it to the tune of Happy Days….

I am sure I have mentioned this before but I am not orang yang paling kuat puasa dalam dunia. Ada apaa sikit aje, adeh, lotih.……

Sofia seemed to follow me a bit. Over the years she had asked to buka at 9 am, 10 am, 12 noon, 1 pm, 2 pm, 4 pm and 7 pm. 7 pm pun ada???? Bertuah punya anak….

My earliest memories of fasting must have been when I was about seven years old. Emak was baking some kuih Hari Raya and my brother Sharaff was about ten months old or so, for he just started knowing how to walk. There was my mother taking the kuihs out of the oven and putting them into those milk tins. She asked me to give some to my brother and I took one of them tins and started feeding him them kuihs, one at a time. Somehow in between feeding him, I took a few myself and I think it was after the fourth or fifth piece of kuih did I realized that I was fasting. You’d think that I did that on purpose but kuih Raya makes you thirsty!!! I tell you, I’d rather ter-accident terminum air dari termakan kuih raya…. Not guilty.

The next time, if anyone ter-accident anything, you can bet that it is cold, red (siraplah tu!!) and lots of it!!!!

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