"Growing old is not for wimps." ~ Jock Smith & Bette Davis







"Maybe life isn't the party we were expecting, but in the mean time... we're here and we can still dance."
[Thanks to Denis Hewett for forwarding the images above. There's a huge pile of heavy thoughts I'd like to put down in words and publish on this blog, but it feels like too much work right now, so I'm relieved to be posting some silly stuff instead. Anyway, as far as Malaysian politics is concerned, the hottest news online quickly turns cold like chicken shit. Are you surprised? The Altantuya and Teoh Beng Hock murders are no-brainers. Both crimes have grown long fingers and they all point at the very highest echelons of power. In any civilized country, several governments would have been forced to resign by now. But with the sleaziest Attorney-General and Inspector General of Police in the nation's history hard at work covering the plump rumps of our pink-lipped and smooth-cheeked poltroons in Putrajaya, it's busyness-as-usual... or else!]
Here's another amusing item I found on some other blog...

Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady: I am 94 years old.
Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?
Little Old Lady: There I was sitting in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up from out of nowhere and sits down right beside me.
Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years ago.
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.
Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.
Defense Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I hadn't felt that good in years!
Defense Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling so 'spicy' I just laid down and told him, 'Take me, young man... take me now!'
Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot him, the little bastard.
This post is dedicated to Lily Fu, mother of my two beautiful girls, and a very active blogger herself.
[First posted 18 November 2009]