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Dear Silly Woman,

Firstly, congratulations. You’ve brought the classic Singaporean/Malaysian condition to a whole new level. That’s right, acting stupid (or what we call “act blur”) and sticking to your story is actually working. In fact, it is the best legal defense you can have right now. Your lawyer knows it. You know it. We smart Malaysians and Singaporeans know it but cannot believe it because it is so obvious and most of us are probably wondering why you Americans make laws that let police officers paint themselves into a corner like this. Ku-fuckin’-dos. 

But do you really want to go down in history as the irresponsible, few-fries-short-of-a-happy-meal chicken-shit mom who may or may not have done it, or Evil Party Girl who Deviously Murdered Her Child so She Could Date in Peace?

Seriously, think about it.

If you’re acquitted, either way, you will be nicely mobbed for the rest of your life. Wherever you move in the US, you’ll be recognized (don’t even bother changing your name, I mean, where are you going to go? Sarah Palin has already put Alaska on the map). Perhaps you can move to Malaysia or Singapore but if you decide to revert to your old ways, I promise you that act blur defense will not work, girlfriend, because if that were so, half the criminals in our jails will be acquitted. 

But if you’re convicted, let’s see. From what we’ve learnt from Hollywood, you’ll either be in solitary confinement for the rest of your life (if you’re diagnosed evil) or be treated very badly in prison by women who have the balls to admit to their sins. That can’t be comfortable. I mean, SERIOUSLY consider your options here, kiddo. 

You gotta admit, Casey. Things are NOT looking good right now, either way. So you need to ask yourself: Do you want to die slowly on the outside or be seared forever in the memories of those of us who watch Nancy Grace, on the inside? 

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Innocence flitting

We celebrated Halloween a tad early this year when the wind, once again, blew our power out. The girls put on their brand new fairy wings and tutus and danced up a (or should I say another) storm. And brought our power back after 20 mins.

This is what we get up to when the power's out

Hubby has a surprise for me tonight, taking me somewhere mysterious and, hopefully, very expensive.


ps. Did you notice the new muted green walls? We painted them a few weeks ago. The gaudy-awful orange got a bit much after two years.

Lokes was watching CNN online and suddenly, up floated two female voices discussing some celebrity news, and they were talking about the stars of Desperate Housewives. I’m not a big fan but what caught my attention was that apparently, Felicity Huffman (whom I adore from Trans America) had called Eva Longoria fat.

Seriously CNN, this is news? Someone calling her friend fat?

On and on they went about how disrespectful the word “fat” was and how Eva is far from fat (duh!) and they even had someone who made plus-sized clothes talk about the implications of the “F” word, how demeaning and rude the word is and how it sets us back like a thousand years when, what? Fat was in? Come the hell on.

Firstly, speaking for my people, we are AWARE we’re fat. Not using the word in front of us does not make a damn difference. You can call me fat in front of my face and I really don’t give a damn because it’s the truth.

Secondly, calling someone like Eva fat is funny. Are you guys really that idiotic NOT to see it for the joke it is? Have you all lost your damn minds to make such a big fat hairy deal of it? It was said in jest because EVERYONE knows it’s NOT true. It’s like calling Bill Gates funny or Gandhi selfish. 


The reason why those women don’t find it funny is because if someone ever called any of them twigs fat they would simply stop eating for a month or go hurl into the nearest latrine. 

Let’s hope Eva is more secure than these idiots. 

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This is Paula.

I am amazed and humbled at people like Paula, who have suffered so much and yet are able to just tell the world their stories, not for pity’s sake but because they understand that there is nothing to be ashamed of. We all make mistakes, we all do wrong, we all feel shame and fear and pain.

The Internet, especially, is filled with hateful people (Google blogher+Dooce) who may or may not be as bad as they portray themselves to be in real life because hey, it’s the Internet, where it’s much harder to resist saying what you think, than you think.

Try telling someone in the face though, now that’s courage AND honesty. People (ironically, people who aren’t even involved) just can’t handle it. They Freak. Out.

Or maybe it’s just another Saturday night in San Francisco for all I know.

Boy I’m glad I’m not as serious about blogging than I used to be.

No no, I’m also lazy but I’m also not as serious.

Hello my lovely internets. Are you still sticking around? You must truly love me!

So I’ve gone for TWO campouts since we last talked, taken pictures of my friend Sharon’s baby, and then some.

And yes, pictures are worth a thousand words, especially since I’m now, so to speak, in the business of painting words. 

But I’m only putting a few pictures here because copying and pasting script from Flickr is not particularly fun. For “the good stuff”, please visit my Facebook (you will need to “friend” me), my photog or my Flickr(yes, I scatter them so you will see some different ones in each site).

Here we go!

Best friends forever

Rae and her best friend H at the lake after a full day of sun and fun at Pearrygin Lake, our first campsite.

Campout at Dosewallips Summer 2008

Dosewallips State Park/Dabob Bay – where we went camping last weekend. This is a place for oystering/clamming.

Campout at Dosewallips Summer 2008

That’s a big one!

Baby K

This is Baby K, who is my first baby model. Isn’t he just the cutest? He smells glorious too!


And this is a flamenco dancer I photographed at a dinner party yesterday.

That wraps my last three weeks! Now how about you?

I wrote a post about the recent pregnancy pact by 17 teenagers in Gloucester at Seattle Mom Blogs

Have a good rest of this dreary Sunday, y’all.

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Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

So today I went for my first photostroll with the Seattle Flickrites, and I was lucky enough to join the group to photograph the Fremont Solstice Parade.

This is the parade’s 20th year. It is a community art parade that celebrates free speech, creativity and the beauty of diversity.

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

And so they danced.

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

And they sang.

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

20th Fremont Solstice Parade 

And they held hands and spread the love.

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

And they even rode on bikes with their bare tushies.

20th Fremont Solstice Parade

But the star of the day, Mr Sun, refused to show.

No matter. The parade still went on and it turned out to be great weather for one.

More pictures at my Flickr. If bare torsos and tushies offend your sensibilities, don’t click that.

Happy Solstice everyone!

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Summer hols are here!

Where I come from, people hide in coffee shops and air-conditioned malls in the day, making snide remarks about crazy Gwailos lying in the nude on rooftops and front yards in the sweltering heat, searing their skins thin to a leathery texture.

Two years in Seattle is enough to turn even the most UV-phobic Malaysian into the most ardent of sunscreen-slathering, fancy eyeware-wearing sun worshippers (which not even seven days in 95F Florida could re-scare into a closet). 

We’re ready, Summer. Come out and play!

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