How to make your breast look bigger

No need magic cream.

No need silicon implant.

No need padded bras.

Lil Riddle

No. 4 : Daddy, what’s that game where you put powder and shoot?

Will provide answer later in the comment box.

Scrub-a-dub-dub

Q : What is the most tedious housework?

A : Laundry work. You have to wash them, hang them out, bring them down, fold them, iron them, distribute them.

When your washing machine is out-of-order, doing the laundry becomes even more tedious.

Itchy fingers & Eh Poh Nim

I first noticed this WordPress template at Eternal Wanderer’s. Then I saw it at Sulz’s. I was impressed with it’s clean layout, big fonts and abundant white space. So, itchy blogging fingers can’t resist the temptation to refurbish the blog yet again.

On a different matter. I’m seeking ideas for Eh Poh Nim stories. If there’s any topic you’d like me to write on, please drop me a line in the comments section. Thanks.

Low-Lit

It’s confirmed. I suffer from a disease called Low-Lit. Major symptoms include eye-glazing, brain-numbing and yawning.

Forever young

That’s me.  I’m still lolling around in my teen years.

After a spaghetti lunch on Saturday :

No. 4 : Mummy, what’s that red thing on your face (pointing to my chin).

I : That’s spaghetti sauce.

No. 4 : No, that red round round thing.

I : Oh, that’s a pimple. (It’s the size of a red bean.)

No. 4 : Mother also got pimple meh? (She’s used to seeing pimples on her older siblings’ face).  Father got or not?

I didn’t tell her, “Mother is forever young, father is not.”

Honk’s Done!

I’ve just emailed what I hope will be the FINAL edit of my manuscript to my editor.  This is the umpteenth time that I’m editing and rewriting the stories.  As any writer worth her salt will tell you, there’s no substitute for rewriting.  The latest changes I’ve done is prompted by Xeus’s suggestions.  She’s an astute editor and I think Honk! will read so much better as a result of her input.  Despite this, I know when I read the book later, I’ll come across text that will make me cringe and moan, “Why didn’t I tweak this” or “Why didn’t I spot this clumsy sod?”  I guess it’s the writer’s lot never to be satisfied with what she has written.

Got a twisted tale to tell?

If you have, pen it down and submit it to Xeus, author of Dark City.  Her debut book is doing so well that she’s planning a sequel.  If your story is well-written and meets her standard, it will be included in Dark City 2.  What you will get : RM150 + 4 free copies + status as a published writer.

If you haven’t read Dark City yet and you want to write a tale for this anthology, then you must get a copy of the book.  Read it, study it, tear it apart to see how Xeus wrote her compelling stories and you’re halfway there.

Head over to Dark City for more details.

The S-l-o-w Eater’s excuses

My five-year old girl is as skinny as a praying mantis because she eats meagre portions at the rate of one rice grain a minute. She can take one hour to eat a serving that her second brother will take two seconds to wipe clean. I wish she’s a cartoon character, then I can open her mouth wide and tilt in the plate of rice into her mouth, close it shut and force her to gulp everything down. Think Popyeye guzzling his can of spinach and you’ll get what I mean.

Fixing the ship engine

I’ve been busy these past few days, so didn’t have time to blog. I received this story in the email. Interesting lesson to be learnt.

Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed?

The ship’s owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.