A lovely thought from Ian…

Hello Emma,

Yes, our future is in our hands. We all know what we want in our future, but for some reason, we jump on the wrong track and keep going……..Even if we know, we deserve better…… Wanna know why? We are afraid to make tough decisions in life, because we don’t want to hurt others…. Yes, “for the picture determines your future”……What we have in our present life, will be in our future…..Nothing will change…..

Emma, don’t let people say bad things to you, or look down on you….Who gives these people the right to do that? I just want to share something with you about myself……I NEVER tell people what I am capable of doing……I don’t want people to appreciate what I do behind the scenes…… This is how I look at it……If people CANNOT see what you do, or good things you do, they are NOT worthy of you or your friendship……..It also means they are NOT good….. We don’t choose to be born beautiful??? We don’t choose to have talents?????We don’t choose to speak a language or believe in something……..God does……

Appreciate what you are, Who you are and What you are doing…… You are studying right????? You have created a blog right???? You are a good writter right????? You believe in family values right?????? These are only a few things that I have picked up from your weblog…… That to me is enough talent.

Here is one thing I will say to you Emma: “I won’t promise 2 be your friend forever & give you my take on life, because I won’t live that long. But let me be your friend as long as I live”. Hope that made you smile and lifted your spirits…..

NEVER LET ANYONE PUT YOU DOWN…….These people enjoy seeing that feeling……

Ian the turtle (Speaking wisely now)

Ian is back (Yuhu!!!)

Guess who’s back, back again, Shaddy’s back, tell a friend…………A bit of Eminem…. Hello Emma baby. I hope you allow me to call you baby. A wise women once said to me, you can only call your friends baby… Are we friends yet? I really don’t want to offend this wise women. She will come around and tell me, You can only call your friends baby…….I get scared of her……. Anyway, you want to know where I have been, right? My Minnie died. Her dream was always to die like romeo and juiliette. So I thought I would do it for her. We both planned to kill ourselves at the same time, but the idiot didn’t know that I lied. I remember someone told me once, use your mind and not your heart. My heart said Minnie is ok for my grandfather, but my mind said, Nah, move on and find someone better…..So I did. We held a knife to our hearts and said, count 1 to 3 and we do it. My Minnie didn’t realize that at school I learnt only to count to 2. So I reached to number 2 and she got to 3 and stabbed herself. Tragic moment. Do you think I done the right thing? Learning from 2 to 3 is very hard. So we went to Canada to bury her. Do you know where Canada is? Its in western Africa next to Singapore. She is out of my life now. I only married her because it was arranged. My mum said to me, Indian girls are the only girls in the world that can have babies. She lied to me. I thought you buy babies from supermarkets. I still haven’t forgiven my mum. So if you didn’t know that, now you do. Not only Indian girls can have babies. So pass that message on to all your friends and make them aware of that. Emma baby, as you realize, my blogs are attracting people to your weblog. I have a proposition for you. I can buy your weblog off you, you can be the manager, but we call it “The Fair enough Blog”. Think about it. I will give you tonight to do so and we can discuss tomorrow. I just feel our supporters and fans out there want to read something interesting. I mean, who wants to read about how sunny it is in London, about how to make chocolate sauce, about meeting a little girl on a bus, comments made by aunti zhoo, about some love heart chocolate. This is 1970’s talk emma baby. If you don’t like that idea, then I believe you should create a link for me called “Ian the turtle” where I just write my own stuff. Ok, who is this lucky girl??????? Do you really want to know? Oh, i cant tell you!!!!! Replying to Kirsty (Comment 4), It’s more like I am the lucky guy to know this girl……………. Abit of history on this girl……I asked this girl to be my partner, but she slapped me really hard on the face. I asked her “Why did you do that”? She said, “I thought I saw a fly or mosquitoes!!!! Then she said I just know you are not the one for me”? I said “Why”? It’s because I have my chamomile tea with 2 spoons of sugar and she has it with no sugar. How crazy is that? I was so shocked!!!!! I went home and asked my mum and she said, go and ask your dad, I am busy now. She was waxing her legs at the time, in the kitchen, while cooking….Yuk….. So I went and asked my father, he said yeah that is normal. I thought, is everyone crazy? He said to me, I married your mother because she has her coffee with skim milk, and dad had it with skim milk as well. After he told me that, I looked up to the sky and thought “Fair enough”…. So now, I am trying really hard to have my chamomile tea with no sugar. Its very hard though, but if you love someone, then I am willing to give up 2 spoons of sugar. This girl means a lot to me. I don’t think she knows how far I would go to be there for her, and make sure she is happy. When she was born, it was raining. Wanna know why????? It’s because the heavens lost there number 1 angel. So they cried……. You want to meet me in person? Oh, emma baby, I have shivers running down my spine. My hands are shaking. I am a very shy and nervous boy. If we meet, can I bring my mum with me? You can bring your aunti zhoo as well. Then they can talk to each and we can all the time for ourselves. You say I have a soft loving heart? You also say, we should open up to each other. Oh, emma baby, I have opened up to you so much? Can you tell me about yourself. Please don’t tell me, that you sleep at 11:30pm, what you eat, about some books, going to library. Just tell me what size bra you wear? This is very hard stuff. Someone tried to explain the sizes for me one day, but I forgot them? Something about DD or something. Based on what you write, I think you are a size C. I can just feel it…. Ooops sorry Sue. I was just feeling a work colleagues boobs. I got carried away. I think sue’s one are very large. You also say we can all learn from Ian. I will teach you all that I know, but if you promise me to teach me how to count to 3. If you need any advice on life, or help, I will try and help. I will check your or OUR weblog everyday. Ok, time to sleep now. Good night Europe, Good Morning Asia, and who cares about America…. See I am talking like you now…….. Right……I knew we were made for each other. Good night, Emma baby….. PS: Mike, You should learn from your parents mistakes – try using some birth control. Now F*** off as your comment is not welcome here……. Ian the turtle……Back in Emma’s weblog…

My reply:-
Hello you,

Welcome back, Ian the turltle Some of us here were wondering where were you? What were you up to? Some of my bloggers asked me personally about who was Ian the turtle? Anyway, I am glad that you ar back to my blog. I bet you had a tough time before. I am sorry to hear about Minnie. What a pity you don’t know how to count to 3. How to teach you to count to 3? It’s really hard to teach you when you know what is ‘3′. lol. Are you trying to make joke here? lol.

See, other side of you is sweet. You said, you are lucky to know the ‘lucky girl’.

This is my blog, and I created a column for my bloggers to tell their stories. I thank you from bottom of my heart. Because of your column, bloggers visited my blog. I have a suggestion- create your own blog then? Why do you want to share with me? lol. This is my blog (my ego says this). lol. I can write about my life here. I don’t share something like my bra size to my bloggers. Are you out of your mind? lol. You really know how to make me smile.

I was so surprised this morning. Checked my emails. Gosh, I got like million comments in my blog from you. I had a cup of coffee and a small piece of New York cheesecake for my lunch. How pathetic is that?!

I think you need to re-learn the world map. hahaha…I know where is Canada? See, you just like to bluff me around. I know I am not good in geography- in this 10 years, I travelled quite a lot. lol. Don’t forget, I am from Malaysia and Singapore is really near to Malaysia. lol. Did I tell you that, I was in Singapore before I returned to London last month? lol. See….told you..I travelled to some places in this world.

Alright Ian. Welcome back! I really appreciate your comeback. Shy with me yeah? mmm..some of the men I met, they were so shy at the first place. After we met, they were not shy anymore to me. They can talk and express their feeling How cool is that? They still shy with other ladies though. lol.

Take care and need to start my work. Welcome back

Emma xx.

From Ian…

Hi Emma baby,

Thanks for visiting Ian’s and Emma’s blog….Your comments are always welcome here, and we will always do our best to read them and respond to them. Who is Ian the turtle???? Who do you think Ian the turtle is? Where is Ian the turtle located? How old is Ian the turtle? So many questions……..NO answers…….. I am not sweet…..Sweet is for gay’s…..This lucky girl is just incredible….It was a wish come true…. Wanna know how I met this girl????? Ok, this is what you do…….When the night comes, look at the sky. If you see a falling star, don’t wonder why, just make a wish. Trust me, it will come true, because I did it and I found her…… The next time I see a falling star, I would wish I can just hold, and hug this girl for ONE more time….. Now you ask? Where is she? Well, we are so much like each other, accept that she is a shop lifter…..Yes, she is currently in Jail serving a 3year sentence for stealing….. She does it all the time…..The first time I was with her, she was caught stealing a water melon from a fruit shop….She tried to hide it under her shirt so as to look pregnant…….She did and the people were saying, Oh you guys are so cute……I accidentately stepped on her foot, and she dropped the water melon…… People were looking at us, so I said to her “How dare you cheat on me with a rock melon”. ……. I thought she slept with a rock melon and gave birth to a water melon……The people didnt believe me…….Why do you think that is the case????? Alright enough about this girl…….. Lets talk about you!!!! I dont want to create another blog…..We are a team now……We do things together….. Counting to 3……You know what, I am not so good in Maths, but I can be very cheeeeeeeky…… Here is a formula that I just thought of…….Add a bed, subtract ur clothes divide your legs and we can multiply! Wow, this is very naughty…….But you bring that naughtiness in me…… I am so glad I made your lunch more enjoyable…….You sit and read my comments, have a cup of coffee……..That’s how I want to see you……Happy……..You seem to be a very nice person…… We could be friends forever……You cry, I cry…….You laugh, I laugh……..You jump out the window……..I stand, watch and continue laughing……..Just sweeeeet…….. Singapore is near Malaysia……..Are you joking again????? I don’t like people that joke and tell lies……..A wise women once told me, she hates people that lie……..Please dont do that to me……You and I have something going…….I don’t know what it is, but it is going……..I can feel it……..Oh, not again, I pissed in my pants…….Sorry, i thought i was feeling something but it was my pee……. Ok, when we meet each other, you can teach me Maths and Geography…… I am a person that lacks confidence and is very shy…….With you I feel different……..There is just something about you……..Not many girls I have opened up to…….I can send you a picture of myself, I just dont know how I can do that on OUR weblog….. Anyway, it is time for me to go……. Thanks Emma for visiting Ian’s and Emma’s weblog…… Gee, I can be a pest…… Need to say a prayer for my dear friend now, she has something important to do………She is trying to wear her left shoes on her right and right on her left…….She is even travelling to another city to do that……..My prayers and thoughts are with you ALWAYS my precious cookie……… PS: Keep smiling Emma, that’s what life is about…..Being happy……Never fear, Ian is here…….Wow, I can even rhyme now….. Peace out and Keep bloging…… Ian the turtle

To the foreign girl in the Black dress & Black shoes.

Wow, that is so nice of you emma.

Thanks for doing that. I am gonna be offline from your weblog for a little while. I just want to say something to someone very special to me.

Heading is: To the foreign girl in the Black dress & Black shoes:

To the one that has really opened up my heart to happiness I just want to tell you that you will always be my very first real love, You are the only thing that is bright in my life, The only thing that is right in my life, When I talk to you, I feel that my heart is in over-drive, And that you are behind the steering wheel, I never believed in love before, I Never believed in friendship before, I Never believed in trust and happiness, Until I met you. Words can’t explain the appreciation I have towards you, You are a person that could find goodness in everyone, And one day God sent you to me, so I can tell you the goodness in you, When I look into your eyes, I see reasons to live, Reasons to believe, and reasons to live life. I have been down, kicked around in life, The world and everyone laughed at me, and used me, Out of no where, You took my hand, and said to me “Yes, you can do it”, All I done was look at her beautiful eyes, and I am a brand-new man, I think of you every minute, every hour and every day, which is why, I am still alive and breathing. Without you there is no life, Without you there is no love, Without you there is no happiness, Without you there is no reason to live. Before I met you, I believed there cant be 2 hearts, After getting to know you, I now believe there can be 2 hearts that can beat as one. Thankyou for everything, Thankkyou for making believe in Love, You only need to listen to my heart when I stand next to you, and you would know I have found love.

Have a great day xoxoxoxoxo

Ian the turtle

(Looking at where you used to sit)

From Ian to his mum ;)

Hi Emma,

Any relation to emma bunton?

Allow me to use your weblog to send a message to my mum on this important day, which is Mothers day!

 ……. No need to clap all, I havent started yet…….

Please take your seats…. F*** off Ross…. He came to ask me a work question and interrupted my concentration. Anyway, back to what I was going to say: Mum, You are such a good example of what a mother should be Your fat, ugly, cheat on dad and can’t cook We always seem to get along and understand each other when we don’t talk to each other You are so patient, forgiving You don’t ask for anything from me only when you ask me whether I have seen your bra at which i tell you, do i look like i wear it You are so quick to give and help others when you know that in return, they will give you food You are suck a good person when you are asleep as i dont have to put up with your gossip and b*tchiness about others You deserve more in life You deserve a holiday to Afghanistan But in saying all of that You have a good heart You are honest Your are ranked 2.7Million as top mothers in the world and I really love you…. I think F**** man, i just got another ringtone… Did you get one Peter? Fine, don’t answer me, you stupid, dopey, p00fter.

Let’s talk about love relationship ;)

Dear all,

How are you doing? It’s been a week I didn’t write anything in my blog. Quite busy ‘recovering’ myself from jet lag, and spending time with my parents and family. Phd, mmm…I am glad I am here in my hometown. Really make me think and think.  I have plan and now it’s time for me to implement my plan for my phd. It’s all about time.  Pray for me k. 

Let’s talk about love relationship. Am I falling in love?  Put this question a side first k.  Let’s talk this topic in general. 

Who doesn’t want to be loved and to love, right?  I think I asked this question in my previous blogs- What is love? This is the root of everything in my topic this evening. 

What’s love?  What is love in your own definition?  Love for me is very subjective.  It’s a great feeling and everyone has this feeling.  Without love, I don’t think we can be great to each other. I don’t think we care each other.  So, love bonds us beautifully.  Love is not only for and with other persons, but also to animals, plants, and non-living things.  True? 

My next question is how to express love?  Do something special to the loved ones, do physical contacts,  talk and listen,  and show great gestures. 

This question leads me to another questions:-

a) how much love shall we express?

b) why is it love and sex relating to each other? 

c) why is it some people use ‘love’ as their weapon to get their desire?

d) Is it true love can be disappeared when we love the person for a long time, for instance those who are in marriage? What’s the point to keep the marriage if they don’t have love anymore? Oh..please don’t say, because of the children! 

All right..hope to hear from you all and give some comments so that I can get some idea. 

It’s late. Till then, take care and miss you all. Hugs and kisses always.

Love from Kuching,

Emma xx.

“After you, please..”

Dear all,

In these few days, when I went out, I felt sexy and felt like ‘beautiful’.  Wore my pair of jeans, my old blouse, my Laura Ashley sunglasses, and my scarft…mmm…can imagine?  Of course, you can’t for those who never seen or met me.  hahhaha… Oh dear …I feel great when I can wear my old outfits.  The confidence level is higher. 

This afternoon, after I settled my income tax thingies,  I went to Tun Jugah for window shopping. mm..Could I call it as window shopping if I bought a t-shirt from Hush Puppies? LOL.  Walked through the escalator, there was a man with his daughter.  He was looking at me from far and wanted to go down as well.  I looked at him and smiled.  I didn’t mean flirting with him.  With my good self-esteem and his ‘treat’ for me, “After you, please..” and smiled, I felt good. 

Thanks mate..

Guys, treat any ladies like that in this world, we will be appreciated. No matter what size we are.  I am still conservative. I still want men open doors for me, send me flowers, candle lit dinner, etc.    But don’t do it often.  Surprise me, even though I don’t like surprises

All right guys..it’s nearly dinner time. Need to clean myself for family dinner. Kinda rule in the house! LOL.

Take care and always feel good about yourself k.

I miss you all. I want to ‘come back’ and wait for my ‘come back’.

Love,
Emma xx.

Am I obsessed? *-*

heheheh…I just notice something..whenever I come back from my travel, I always notice that my kitchen and flat are not really organized as I use to see before. hahaha..This is a secret for tonight. 

I am sorry guys (my flatmates)…I cleaned the kitchen! I don’t like to see any dirty spots.  Luckily, my current flatmates, they are very good- meaning washing their dishes and not leave any dishes in the sink. Not like previous flatmates. Gosh…I couldn’t stand overnight dishes and dirty kitchen. 

Tomorrow, if the cleaner is not coming, I am going to vacuum the floor.  Oh boy!  What’s going on with me? 

And you know what..after I came back this afternoon, I didn’t rest. I wanted to rest but I ended up  unpacking all my stuffs.  Put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag, etc. Gosh! 

Then, when I went to the kitchen, I noticed I didn’t have food. I went to Sainbury’s and bought my groceries for this week. I am tired but still moving here and there. Obviously, I couldn’t do my works tonight- that’s good, isn’t it?  That’s why I am here, writing to you all. hahaha… 

Oh boy..am I that fussy? Am I becoming an OCD? ggggrrrrrrr…….  I wonder what happen if my life partner cannot cope with my lifestyle? What will happen to me and him? Scary to think…oh no!  Please excuse me..need to po*p*o!! hahahah…xxxx..

Love~ Emma xx

Toilet paper vs. Water : Disgusting …? ;)

Hi Guys,

Good morning. I am back to my PhD mood last weekend!  Yuhu!  I finisned writing my chapter 3- I know I need to write it more.  Well, I just started my research..so along the way, I will finish completely on time (amen).  Now, I am writing my Chapter 2- take a break after had breakfast and (pardon me) poopoo. hehehe…

I wanted to ask you about this toilet manner . hahahah… I am sorry if I make you disgust. kah kah kah…make sure you are not eating, drinking, or anything that make you throw-up.  We are open here ok?  No harm. 

Ok..here it goes heheh

There is one difference between Malay culture and Western culture when we finish peepee and poopoo- meaning we do the ‘cleaning’ part. Malay, we use water (most or all of us) then we use toilet paper to dry up.  That’s why our toilets are mostly wet. Compared to western’s toilets, they have dry toilets. Meaning, they use toilet paper to clean ****.  heheheh…You know what I mean, right? No need to say- I can say but I dont want to offense others. heheheh…If you really know me, you know who am I..the real Emma. heheheh.. (Hey, I am not talking dirty stuffs here. I read science. So I have facts and very direct in term of human beings psychosocial and psychological thingies). 

So, my question whenever I peepee and poopoo (we all do yeah- no need to ashame about these), I use toilet papers and then soak the toilet paper in water.  You know, toilet papers are very expensive here.  6 rolls (the cheapest) I can get in London is abotut 1.68 pounds!  One week, may be I use 4 rolls (yalah…peepee- how many times and poopoo at aleast once in a day…).  I notice, if I use water to clean myself, and wipe with toilet papers, I save a lot of money!   The water is included in the rent. So, no need to worry about the water bill.

The question, is it REALLY clean using toilet papers after peepee and poopoo?  Have you thought about this? hahaha… I did my own experiment- how did I feel with and without water, only using toilet papers after the processes of human’s wastes?  From the finding showed that I felt so uncleaned without water. Yes, might be because of the prior knowledge and practical- used to have water. 

In Islam, water is for cleansing. That’s why, when we want to perform shalat and read Koran, we cleanse ourselves. Yes, there is another way of cleansing if we don’t have water.  Even in Christianity, they use water to cleanse.  I am just talking about small part of water using in daily life. hahahah…

Oh well..so many things need to learn about life.  hahaha..so tell me guys..what do you think of this topic? Interesting yeah? Have u thought about it? 

p.s.: this morning, when I did the “cleansing” after poopoo, there was a spider- a baby one.  heheheh..i was shocked like ****.  heheheheh….Just imagine, if I didn’t see the spider ‘dropped’ in front of me, wonder where did the spider go?  Gosh!  I couldn’t imagine.  So scared…I don’t like insects.. or whatever small creatures crawl or fly or whatever…That’s my morning story. Shall continue my writing. 

Have fun with my morning story about toilet papers.  heheheh

Love me? Love me not?

Do you still remember this little game with flower patels?  hahahha..Love me, love me not?  hahaha..Funny ya..when we recall our childhood time.

I missed my childhood time. I wish I could ‘back to the future’ and enjoyed my childhood again.  The best childhood moment when I was with my late grandma.  She really protected me.  I could feel her love still.  I was her favorite.  That’s why I’d like to be spoilt…like to be pampered…like to to have all the attention..because she gave me all that.  She gave the best of best for me.   ~al-Fatihah~. 

I ‘lost’ myself for quite sometimes after she died.  I was lost in my own world.  I ‘became’ another person.  But I was lucky, because I had a good brain that time.  hehehe…oh well..one day, I will share my childhood time with you all.  One day..one fine day…

All right guys..write again later. 

Hugs and kisses to all xoxoxox…