SMILEY MOON

Smiley Moon. A rare phenomenon when the moon decides to develop a face - a pair of sparkling bright eyes and one hell of a smile. The moon - Jupiter - Venus...

It was the first of December of 2008, I fell asleep again on my super mini ikea sofa. Eventhough the sofa is super mini, I still cannot resist lying on it. Neither can the cats, especially alien who insist on a spot in the far corner.

It was on this lovely night when May got a call from a friend who asked both of us to look out the window and check out the moon. There it was, the moon bright as ever and with its two sparkling eyes. Of course we rushed for the camera and for the best angle. Who wont! While May was busy snapping away, I was busy smsing everyone - "Look up to the moon, its smiling!"

I was glad I lived to see the moon smile. It certainly made all of us smile in our hearts...if the moon can afford to smile, why not us?

Satelite Teddy

Teddy. A tri-colour calico cat. Also known as teddy-meneddy or at one time - SATELITE TEDDY. Found crying on the streets looking for a mommy.

A year and a half ago, teddy was found by May who immediately fell in love with this 'raccon' eyed kitty. The story was, May found her on her way back from work and seeing the little kitty lost and pretty sad looking, she brought the poor thing home. Everywhere she goes, Teddy would follow, carried in a small pouch/bag.

All grown up, Teddy made a silly mistake that caused her mommy to worry. She decided to jump out the window of the 2nd floor and got herself in a bit of trouble. Raped by tom cats and probably harmed by others, we found her hiding and shivering in the dark under the stairs of the apartment. Upon hearing our voices, she came out and cried. I looked at May, I knew....at that moment how she felt. But all I could do was to just help to pick Teddy up and hug her close to my chest.

Teddy was rushed to our favourite lady vets. There we opt for teddy to go through some x-rays and a mini operation. That how she got her new name - Satelite Teddy.

Why the name, well the picture says it all. The phone connection in my apartment is usually terrible. But somehow since Teddy got her satelite collar, my connection improved and I got to chat on the phone with no interruptions. Nowadays, I no longer have to sit in a locked position or hang around the windows, I am free from worrying whether halfway through my conversations if the line will get cut off. Its so much easier now with a satelite in place.

Do not get me wrong. The collar did come off after 2 weeks. So far, the connection is still good! Until the next time if the line gets all wacked again, Teddy is free from being our satelite....

THE MYSTERIOUS BOTTLE FIZZ...

Lonchang, a bottled orange or sarsi flavoured drink that is less fizzy than other carbonated drinks, and bottled in a brown coloured bottle that looks like our 'bottle kicap', or also known as soya sauce. Mainly found in 'kampung' areas.

It was after bringing the bunch of crazy 8 student attachment to our maritime academy in melaka, when we stumbled upon this drink. The first mention of the name Lonchang, some of us were unsure what the lady was saying. To us, it sounded alien..some of us even heard she said 'loncat' (jump). To me, seeing the bottle brought back nostalgic memories. I can still recall the stories my mom use to tell about this famous fuzzy drink she and her friends used to drink as kids. Surprisingly they still serve the famous Lonchang.

From the academy, it was only a 20 mins drive to the beach of Pengkalan Balak. Somewhere around 5 to 10 mins away from my moms hometown. Passing by the village, I caught a glimpse of my gradfathers' house. I thought to myself and wondered how was the old man doing? I know he has asked for me a few times but, why is it hard for me to gather myself and pay him a visit. Was it fear? Or was it just pure ole procrastination? I do hope to visit him soon...I do.

Its nice to see that some people preserve the traditions. For me, to again taste the flavours of the Lonchang...i suddenly felt like I was the little girl again who used to run to the small hut behind my grandfathers house. There, me and my cousins bought our treats, from chikadees, din dang to lonchang. And if my memory serves me, it only used to cost us less than RM2.00 for all the fun we had. The good ole days..................

In Loving Memory of Hanum..14 Oct 2008

Yesterday, as I was happily chatting away on the phone, intending to park my car, I saw a dog lying on its side infront of my apartment block. The dog looked familiar but deep inside I was just wishing its not Hanum. Next to him was this chubby girl, she was there squatting next to the dog. As I drove past to park my car, I felt sick in the stomach..it was Hanum and he looked badly injured. Quietly to myself I thought, not again..not another tragic accident.



Frantically I dashed out of my car, scaring the chubby girl and her friends. Asking her "what happened..what happened? What happened to Hanum?" Poor girl, she was shocked too, plus they saw with their own eyes everything that took place. Apparently, Hanum had fallen from his owner's 5th floor apartment. I looked up and then turned to look at Hanum, I just pat his head and tried to calm the poor doggie. His mouth was bleeding, the fall must have caused him termendous pain that he urinated and defecate all over himself. And all this while, he was so quiet and just breathing heavily...it was just so painful to watch him. He really looked like he didnt stand a chance, not after that long fall down.



"Where is the uncle? His owner is the one in the read iswara. Go knock his door, see if someone is home! Do they know their dog fell out the window?", I told the chubby girl.



She answered "I dont know, I dont see the car. But he fell from there...it just happened", while pointing at the window above.



I was angry..angry that this kind of incident can happen to such a wonderful dog. What is wrong with these people. Why did they allow the dog to perch near the window, why did they open the window? Why do they keep dogs when they live on the 5th floor..why why why? But it has happened, Hanum is lying on his side, in pain covered with urine and blood. What can I do... suddenly a young teenage girl came running screaming. "its my dog..its my dog!". She was crying while patting Hanum's head. It made me feel sicker in the stomach, poor girl I know exactly how she feels.



"Where is your dad? Can you call him?", I asked her.



"He went to pick up my mom and I left my phone upstairs", she replied.



"Its ok, use my phone and call him. Let him know and quickly take Hanum to the vet. I have made some calls and arranged for them to be on standby", I reassured the young girl while handing her my phone.



She managed to get hold of her dad. Fortunately he was nearby. By the way he drove and parked his car, I knew he too was very concern and shocked. The poor uncle, he didnt know what to do, I could see that he was just sad. He picked Hanum's weak body up and gently placed him in his car. Father and daughter sped of to beat the traffic to send Hanum to the vet. I watched them drive off, in my heart I pray that Hanum will make it, but in truth I know he was just waiting for his owner to come home to say goodbye. That night in the rain, I found out Hanum had died on the way to the vet.



I still remember the first time I saw Hanum. This skinny stray emacipated dog, probably from days of unsuccesful scavanging for food. He was so frail but very trusting, especially towards a stranger. Feeling sad from seeing the condition he was in, I fed him with cat food. That was all I had. He was so hungry but he always showed his appreciation. Hanum had won my heart. But I didnt have a place for him, I already have two cats at home. Hanum being a sweet doggie, he managed to convince uncle Ziz to adopt him. Hanum had found a home. From a hungry unwanted stray, Hanum had become a new member of a loving family.



Every morning I would see the uncle take Hanum for their morning walks. It was nice to see that he was doing well and happy. Hanum never hurt a single cat in the area and never once he would bark at us or showed any signs of aggresiveness. He was a wondeful dog. Seeing him in the morning was a pleasure and when I dont see him for the day, I panic.



Uncle used to tell me, "he loves sleeping on your door mat, he practically worships the ground you walk on".



Hanum, a sweet gentle brown dog with sensitive and kind eyes. Me and my friends called him Hanum, when we couldnt think of any other name that rhymed with mine. His owner called him Puppy. Whatever his name was, he will always be that sweet stray that caught my heart the first time I saw him. He will always be our Hanum...



I pray he goes to doggie heaven and hope its better there for him than it ever was in this cruel world.

God..please take care of Hanum...

A Cup a Day, Brings Joy to the Day!

Coffee is the best thing ever created. Its the only good thing that the americans ever did for anyone. I know Bush would disagree but yes I know...coffee is the only good thing.

I ran out of my regular 'Aik Cheongs', those 2 in 1 types where you just drop the sachet into your mug and pour hot water into it and wallah!..you coffee is ready maam. So this time, instead of my uncle AC coffee, I decided to give the old infamous hero 'Kopi Hang Tuah' a go. It was a tough decision, between the blue pack or the green..in the end, I went for the green. I dont know why, maybe because my mama used to drink the green pack. But those days, HT used to be just the coffee powder but even they know its time to progress and have a 2 in 1 version.

To add the thrill of drinking my HT coffee, I took my mom's golden teapot..hold on, not a teapot, its a....hmm...'mini kettle'. Dropped two sachets of HT and poured the water in and wallah! coffee for two that you can share with your love one. Not bad this infamous Hang Tuah, maybe the aroma is not as seductive as uncle AK but, the taste was smoother. hmm...yummy, especially when you accompany it with chocolate brown fudge brownie cookies heated for 10 to 12 seconds!

Talking about coffee, did you know that you can actually taste coffee using the same process as wine tasting. Using a french press you pour the coffee and water in and let it brew for about 4 minutes. And then you pour it in a cup, swirl it and place the cup near your nose and enhale. Smell the aroma, taste the flavour through your senses. If your nose if functioning as it should, you could even smell the berries or other mixtures in the coffee. Delicious! Then you take a sip and do the gargle (not like when you are using listerning ok) and let the coffee swirl in your mouth. Then you swallow and enjoy the after taste. This is when you can taste the body of the coffee. Whether its mild, bold or medium bold. To add more fun, eat a small piece of chocolate cake or mousse and wash it down with coffee. hmm...then you will experience a new taste to it. Some may even taste minty!

Ahh.. coffee, the drinks of gods in heaven. heheh..too much may not be good for you but minimum doses can keep your heart beating a few more years. Plus, when you sip that first sip, it eliminates any annoying noise coming from those so called need to be incinerated homosapiens.

A cup a day, brings joy to the day!

XOXO Longkang Cat

What is good could be bad...or just be like me...

Have you ever met or have anyone in your life who thinks they are better and more religious than others? They believe that they are so holy that a place in Gods heaven is a sure thing. Some even think that their prayers are the only ones that are heard by god, while the rest of us will just burn in hell. Im sure you have met plenty, cause I know I have.


I was having lunch today and one of the topics we talked about was how some people in this world actually do admit openly that they are a "good person". Not realising that it just shows how insecure they are and sadly how sad it is to be living in such a cacooned life. Famous phrases they tend to use


"I am religious and pious...faith be with me as I am always on time for prayers and the others, well they are not as good as me. Damnation..hell is where they belong!"


Ok, I might be overreacting here a bit but, believe me, there are plenty out there who do think this way. Im not a very religious person myself and I do admit that. I dont pray 5 times a day and I dont read the Yassin every Thursday night nor do I piously replace my days of fasting which I missed due to my monthly womanly routines. Yes, I am not ashamed to admit that I may not be the best muslim alive on this earth, but tell me...who is?


Even though a person may pray 5 times a day and not miss a day of fasting or read the Quran day and night...it does not make them a good person. It does make them a good muslim, I agree but a good person is judged by how they behave and treat others. God knows, I have seen these type of people treat others like dogs. Not to mention they frown and look down on those who do not live their lives like how they do. Honestly, is this really the true teachings of Islam, to judge and discriminate how others chose to live their lives? I wonder, if these people or persons are truly happy being the way they are.


I guess im exhausted having to deal with these people day and night. Why cant they just leave people alone and stop being so prejudice! I respect their devotion but, I know God does not descriminate...so why should they? Do they think they are better than god, that it gives them the right to judge? They must remember, that in the end of the day, we all stand infront of God and his angels representing ourselves and bare all responsibilities for all the actions and words we said and did. So no one should judge another, it just shows that these people are just a bunch of "MUNAFIQ".


For all of you out there..just chill and swallow a chill pill once in a while. Life is too short to be hovering into other people's business. Just enjoy life, embrace it and mind your own business. Only then maybe...I might consider giving you my respect and perhaps even consider you as a good role model. Till then... look into the mirror and try to reflect. Islam does encourage its followers to reflect and improve. Its time.

PAPI's Rescue

Its been a while since I blogged. Don't know why I stopped, guess I ran out of stories to tell or rather my flaming anger was no more. I guess if it wasn't for my interest in reading some of the die-hard bloggers sites or read the bitch fights people have on their blogs, blogging would have been the last thing on my list of activities....

One of the things that puzzles me the most is how someone can actually have the heart to harm another living being. Recently at my apartment, back from work I heard this horrid cry from outside. It sounded like a little child crying in pain but, when I listened in I realised it was actually a dog howling in pain. May was with me too and she actually went outside in the dark searching for the dog. There it was lying on its side at the parking lot, next to a tyre motionless.

To cut it short, I panicked not to mention angry and curious on how this dog came about to lying in the dark crying outloud for sympathy and help, while many of the occupants are ignoring or maybe just trying to ignore it. Dont they have any conscience? I just couldn't leave it be, we couldn't let just die! Thank god we had snappy tom (alien and oreo's favourite treats) to share with the poor doggie. Using a plastic spoon and knife to feed it, the poor thing gobbled everything down in within a minute. It was so hungry and thirsty. How could it not be, he was left out in the cold and rain from 4am injured and in pain. Bastards! I practically shouted out. I bet the other occupants thought I was some crazy looney.

A lady came up to us, happened to be my next door neighbour with the wierd husband who I caught trying to listen in to my conversations at home via the kitchen windows. I just cannot accept how calm she was, when she mentioned that she had heard a loud thud the night before. She suspected or knew that another lady from the other block had thrown the dog from the window of her apartment. God knows from which floor. It amazes me how some people can just discared their loved pets like discarding trash and how calm people are when they witness such evilness. I just dont' get it. It just angered me more and it angered me further that she knew about it, and she and the others had just left the dog lying there to die! Of course she got a taste of my fury.

But you know something, among all the inhumane homosapiens in this cruel smelly messy world, there were still those who cared and wanted to help. My prayers were answered when a friend helped to contact a vet who was kind enough to drive over from Puchong and rescued the poor doggie. Right now"PAPI" that's what we call him, is at the vet, well fed and have had his check-up. He has some minor fractures and cuts but no broken bones or any internal bleeding according to Yeo the vet. Me and May were both relieved... we were so worried whether or not Papi would pull through. So far, his morale is low but we know he is a strong little thing. He managed to stay alive after the fall and betrayal from the owner, Im sure Papi will live and hopefully find a new home too. Atleast a home where the owners will love him and preferably a landed property (im just writing on what i think Papi would want). I dont think dogs have 9 lives.

So please pray for Papi's fast recovery and lets hope that he manages to find a home soon. As for those who have hurt any other gods creations...WATCH OUT! Karma will bite you in the ass when you are reborn into an animal. By then, it will be way too late to howl. Unless there are people like myself and May to save you.

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