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With these words Foo Hee Boon celebrated his 38th birthday – a birthday symbolising the beginning of a new life – the life of a cancer patient.

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Sometime back in mid-2005, pa broke a news to me tat one of his closest fren, Mr. Foo Hee Boon, was diagnosed with a stage IV lung cancer. I was shocked, knowing tat pa has been with Hee Boon for ages, working with him and projects and tasks. It is rare tat pa praises highly on a working partner and with many good words for Hee Boon, i know tat pa appreciates and cherishes this fren of his a lot.

And when i finally got the chance to meet Mr. Foo Hee Boon in person sometime after my puberty, i instantly felt the warmth and kindness he possesses, and immediately knew tat why pa regarded him that well. 3 of us were on a visiting trip to a local wine producing factory. For some decent stuffs, not to consume.. unlike some adults tat u do feel there is a gap, and i confess tat i’m a super shy kid back then (maybe still now), yet he was so comfortable to be with.. oh and i must mention, Mr. Foo Hee Boon has a very charming way of speaking and i like his voice and the style of his talking.

There is this natural aura around him. And i really didn’t expect tat encounter to be the last time i saw him in healthy mode..

Upon diagnosis, Mr. Foo Hee Boon started to share his life stories with everyone on his Amazing New Adventures blog. Pure encouragement and hope is written all over his blog. 1 and a half months into his cancer, May 22 2005 he wrote:

2 months prior to his death, June 1 2006, Mr. Foo Hee Boon was featured on a Astro Ria programme, Ku Mohon, or Your Desire. His wish of having a ‘nostalgia wall’ with his family members was fulfilled and it gave me good goosebumps seeing him on the TV screen, i remember there were tears.

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BOOK LAUNCH INVITATION

Next month, the family of the Late Foo Hee Boon, together with the management and staff of the NCI Cancer Hospital cordially invite anyone interested to the book launch of FOO HEE BOON’s “GIFTS OF LIFE” - Facing Cancer. It is a book compiled from the blog of Mr. Foo Hee Boon.

by Ir Gurmit Singh K.S. President of CETDEM,and Recipient of Langkawi Award 1993.

Foreword of the book could be downloaded by clicking on this link.

Saturday 9 August 2008, 10.30 a.m.at Auditorium, NCI Cancer Hospital, Nilai (Click for Location Map)

Programme:

10.30 Arrival of guests

10.40 Welcome:

• NCI Cancer Hospital
• Family of Foo Hee Boon

11.00 Launch of Foo Hee Boon’s Book

• GIFTS OF LIFE Facing Cancer
• Ir Gurmit Singh K.S. Chairman, CETDEM, Recipient of Langkawi Award 1993

11.15 Presentation of Book to

• Madam Gan Sum Heng & Madam Vivien Foo

11.20 Reading of excerpts from

• GIFTS OF LIFE Facing Cancer by friend, Mano Maniam

11.40 Excerpts from Astro Ria programme

• Ku Mohon

11.50 Tribute in Song: “Gifts of Life”

• by Benedict Foo

11.55 Thank you

• Vivien Foo

12.00 High Tea / Press Conference

RSVP by 2 August, kindly contact Vivien Foo, 016-2191938 or Chan Yoke Mun, yokemun2001[at]yahoo.com.

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It should be moments like this, where life should be cherished even more, every breathe should be appreciated even further. As, life can really be very short and fragile. Well, and there is no harm in caring and loving ppl around u a little bit more..

What could be more interesting then having locally produced durian and consumed locally? Well, maybe locally produced babies.. And a weekend with both durian and babies in malacca, makes me feel pretty good..

I’m not a total fanatic over durians, they are all pricky and overly aromatic. And the post durian syndrome (PDS) is pretty hard to bare even for oneself him, or herself.

And i quote from pa:

Damn guilty la, urine today also got durian smell.. $@!$#@%$#

Personally, it’s the fun of sitting together gather on the ground tat i enjoy more. Forming a human circle, watching aunty chu busy snapping and cracking up the asses of the durians from under.. the leak from their asses then reveals their yellowish firm inner flesh - it’s the process, not tat much of the consumption, tat i enjoy the most.

These durians are from the farm of my cousin’s ex-headmaster in primary school. He came buy my aunties’ 3 times during the weekend, each time bring over big rags full of durians. I resisted, though these were honestly, the best durians i’ve ever licked, they have a pinky pussy reddy shade on their flesh.

ok yes i admit i enhanced the reddishness of the flesh a bit, but honestly, it was reddy..

To not overdose on durians, i ate very very slow, licking and teasing the thick tender meat with my own sweet time. This is a trick to not get burnt out and KO too soon. It worked, and it felt just nice, i could easily overcome my aromatic breathe pretty fast and yes, my urine didn’t produce much king of fruity smells. Maybe it was my running nose.. And pls dun ask me about the other liquid tat comes out from our private part down there.. whether it has durian smell or not.. i don’t know and dun ask me to find it out, u can DIY, guys.. gals u have ur way to satisfy ur curiosity and u know wat i mean..

A cup of fresh raw mango juice, infected with a huge sour nut, ahh.. this is my secret in quick elimination of the scents..

Apart from durian, the weekend was filled with babies, 2 infants, 1 infanted, and 1 rebellious.

Amber likes SUXI a lot, and keeps wanting to touch her, maybe cuz SUXI is cocoa in colour, and babies do tend to like eating chocolates..

Sunset baby without sunscreen leh.. ui ui mummy, time to apply some protection on amber~

And while we are consuming some seafood at the Portuguese settlement area, the baby lay around and sunbathe in the sunset, lovely..

I like malacca, i like durian when the portion is right, i like babies.. and now i kinda liked something else as well..

ps: congrats to malacca and penang for being awarded historic cities of the Straits of Malacca by UNESCO World Heritage Centre.

Recently, it got me thinking of the complication of humankind and relationships among our species members. It kept me wondering on the issue of human feelings, though knowing tat there is no foreseeable fruitful ending, yet allowing oneself to indulge in “accidental feelings”.

Imagine, tat if someone will only be around for only 2 weeks, and u know tat after this 2 weeks, it would be hard to even meet, would u allow urself to set loose and get the best out of this period?
- There might be a risk of over-developing a feeling tat u know has not much chance of a fruitful ending.

What if, u decided to be frens and took the 1st move even though there is only 1 week left, hang out do crazy stuffs during the oddest hours of the day?
- There might be a risk of having special crazy memorable moments tat are hard to forget..

What if, u were the happiest person when u guys are together gather, yet trying to contain the feeling inside due to the circumstances?
- There might be a risk of happiness turning into emptiness..

How cruel could the recipe of great companionship and clickiness, translates to controlling and resisting expressing the real feeling to each other?
- There might be a risk that no one knows about the existence of feelings for each other..

What would it mean, if u are clear and certain, knowing tat the end would be almost nothing but frens, would u still allow ur heart to fall for it?
- There might be a risk tat the heart will be left empty at the end of it..

What if, the claim is tat u follow ur guts and feelings and max the most out of the possible actions within the possible time frame, for the sake of a hope tat is impossible?
- There might be a risk that this hope will be shattered when the time comes and some internal injury might be likely..

What if, at the last few moments of being together at the end of the shortest 1 week in ur life, u seize the last few seconds, and confess all the feelings u have, would it mean anything?
- There would be no productive purpose, just the honor of sharing and hoping the other will appreciate these moments as much as u do..

Would it make sense, to say.. accidentally allowing ones feelings to develop? For a togetherness tat seems almost impossible?
- Does this togetherness sounds more ironic than plucking apples and squeezing live cow milk in New Zealand?

Seems tricky, suddenly i could relate all these tots tat pops into my mind, to James Blunt’s Beautiful:

And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.

And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last ’till the end.

Speaking about Beautiful, a sweet mushy lovey dovey Karaoke moment in Neway, Puchong few days ago.. where leg hair removal is done naturally, instinctively without much pain and sensation.

Ahhh.. the wolverine and eco-frenly flower style..

It’s been a while, a damn while since i was in a concert.. Good Charlotte’s in Bukit Jalil was more than a year ago and tat orgasm hasn’t been followed up till now. Really dun wanna wait much longer.. and while my thirst was starting to get desperate, got to know tat Daughtry will be rocking Kuala Lumpur! Daughtry’s album has been my very top spins for the passed year and 1 of those albums tat doesn’t require skipping and forwarding of any of the songs - a damn rare gem of my humble standard. His 2nd single ‘Home’ was shuffling hard on shuffly during the 16 hours flight journey back home to Malaysia.

As part of Sony Ericsson Traffic Jam street party tour, Daughtry and band will be here with the latest update being that it would be held on Sat, 26th July 2008, 1 Utama at Central Park Avenue, the street outside 1 Utama Shopping Centre.. I was starting to get really turned on already, the date is great the artist is awesome wat else can i ask for?! Tickets of course!! Did a google and the more i find out, the more depressed i was.. Apparently it’s not an open ticket concert, to enter, one would need to purchase a new SE phone with the cheapest being RM650. Which means, RM650 for a ticket?! @$!%$@#%$!@

Smart marketing? I fucking beg to differ. It forces unnecessary consumption, using the bait of popular artist and luring fans to cash in twice or 3 times the average ticket price. I’m sure the 3,000 tickets will eventually still sell out but the way it is organizes, smells desperate measures, and it does stink!

I just makes me sad with the thought of missing such a great act performing live in front of me. I bet it is gonna be awesome fun and rocking head banging. Yet, the method of ticketing is organized, just turns me off. As upset as i am now, i’m still freakingly desperate to rock it with Daughtry, just, totally against purchasing a new phone just for that.

“I can’t believe i’m broken inside”

Finally, i overcame my 25 years of virginity by not stepping a single toe in China, where my grandfather set foot off 2 generations ago. HBP, gout, and diabetes won’t be a reason to stop the 3 of us from having a nice little trip. Come to think of it, i actually can’t recall when was the last time tat pa, ma and myself have a trip all by ourselves. We owe it to our guts and so deserve to travel together gather.

A flight to Macau and instantly took a 3 hours bus ride to GuangZhou. To be frank, GuangZhou felt more of at home than in Malaysia - scenary and surrounding wise, and of course sharing the same english “guang” in my name. Not to sound racist or anything, just tat almost every1 around us, looks like us and u have the sense tat there have the same length penis i didn’t have much instance of feeling alienated - communication was find with my broken cantonese, ordering food and buying stuff didn’t come to much of a problem.

Taking the trip more casually and relaxing, we didn’t jam pack our time there with tight sight seeings, picked 1 and went to the Temple of the Six Banyan Trees (六榕寺). Peaceful place with a temple of 9 levels, wasn’t as easy as we thought it would be.

Sorry ma for making u going up this, just wanted to share the aerial view with u, which was.. f**king blurry, filled with smog from the coal burning i presume.

Food was great, suited our chinese tongue pretty damn well. And during many indulgence, it just naturally blended tat i was consuming home cooked food. 1 tat stood out, as in really stickily standing out, was the grilled octopus. Screw gout, sorry uric acid but i really can’t resist this.

And as the saying goes, the most tasty food looks the ugliest. I do not beg to differ. Night time, walking by the main river in GuangZhou gave a brief idea on the night activities here. Nope, didn’t see much ppl kissing and licking each other’s neck, maybe due to many sights of this sign.

Which translates to “park not permitted to have any sexually related activities, allowing everyone to have a healthy and active venue”. Wait a minute, ain’t sex believed to be a healthy and active sort of activity? Or we chinese beg to differ and treat sex as an unhealthy activity? Hmm..

Ppl hang around ang gig around for the fun of it, the quality of singing and music ain’t bad at all, probably this could be equivalent to our own Halo Cafe of talent scouting.

Didn’t come across any prostitute at all (or so i think, or maybe tat i look like them and thus didn’t attract any prostitute attention, and i’m not disappointed). And if u want a strategically placed hotel with an attached light rail train system, try GuangZhou hotel (广州宾馆). And from my time there, there is no prostitution activities chickening around, though i wasn’t on a mission to explore these sorts.

Over to Macau for the remaining of the days. Not much of a gambler and thus me and pa just tag in a few rounds of “bigs” and got a little bit positive outcome. It was damn wet and rained a lot throughout the day. Walked to the Ruins of St. Paul for the sake of checking some landmark out, and our CoCo SUXI got lucky a bit. Pls be like me and put all ur focus not on ma and me, but the nice heavenly curve on the left portion of this picture.

I’ll be frank here so u guys won’t think i’m a pervert. I actually did notice this gal and she is very well versed in English, was cursing pa for not capturing more of her. Though i feel for hot chicks wearing heels to walk in wet wet slippery conditions. Well, at least her heels won’t end up like dear hush pussy puppies browney being totally soaked wet..

As for wet wet slippery signs..

“Be care of the environment” would probably be a rip from babelfish but actually not, a translation from babelfish actually revealed a MORE correct translation of “loving care environment”?

Apart from the little language slip up, the Portuguese egg tart really was awesome - though looking like a retarded and bumpy smiley on msn..

Though the weather was pretty nasty, it was the companion tat made this trip such a beautiful one. Though the actions and energy ain’t similar to testosteroney intense trips, nothing beats the presence and love being with pa and ma.

Was hesitating whether to blog on the current mode of mood. Yet, KuKuJian.com has been a little personal platform to unleash sometimes. It’s been a summer coming back haunted with health events tat is currently circulating within the loop among pa, ma and myself.

Few days before flying back from Uppsala, ma dropped me an email, saying tat pa is staying overnight in Kuala Lumpur General Hospital (KLGH). Apparently, he felt some numbness on his fingers and finally surrendered and went for doctors consultation. He didn’t know it was THAT serious. Pa’s blood pressure was 180/110, doctor wanted him to stay in hospital tat night itself.

Uncle, when u have blood pressure one ar?

Which pa still have the humour to answer:

Doctor, since i was born, without blood pressure i wouldn’t be here now la..

The actual word shud be HIGH blood pressure, the doctor must be thinking, this fella’s pressure high till insulting my professionalism. But the next statement really shocked pa:

ok uncle, u stay here ha, i’ll arrange an ambulance for u.

Still pretty stubborn and rebellious unbelieving and defending.

But doctor, i can drive myself to the hospital

No no uncle, u sit here, don’t worry bout ur car, later i ask for a wheel chair and the ambulance would be ready very fast one

He rejected and signed a document of release and self responsibility for not staying tat night. Few days later, a 2nd checkup reveals similar result and this time pa was mentally prepared to not fightback, giving in to reality.

And thus spending 2 nights with the nurses and overlooking beautiful scenery of Kuala Lumpur city center, pa was monitored and then released with medications, now, joining ma for medicine consumption sessions together gather.

Ma has started her treatment many years back but on Saturday, we went to Pathlab in Old Town together for her fasting plasma glucose check up. Ma’s been under medication for the past 2 weeks ++ and doctor ask her to do this check after 2 weeks of medication. The result was just faxed in few minutes ago. Pa showed the slip to me, and it was the exact same high reading as b4 starting the medication. We were both upset as well and not sure how to disclose this to ma. Eventually ma knew, and she is pretty weepy now. I feel upset, pretty down seeing ma looking like tat, though i can see ma is trying real hard to portray a normal face. We then did our own post-moterm session in the living room and read one of the HBP pills info, which has side effects of increasing the body’s glucose level, which could be the cause of ma’s result. A clash of treatments?? More on with more information in the coming days..

To join the bandwagon, i found myself having little pain and stiffness on my left foot big toe. The next day, it felt as though i twisted or sprained it. The pain and smell swell grew tremendously and i can barely sleep that night. The next morning, i knew something ain’t right as i hardly remember kicking or tripping over anything. We were suspecting that it was a bee sting. Yet, no bee stinger was found anywhere around, within, inside the toe. Surrendered and went to the nearest clinic here in Gasing Indah.

1st thing when the doctor saw it, he asked me wat have i been eating yesterday. Crab.. almost 2-3 of them. And doctor followed up by saying tat i have GOUT. Fuck. I heard tat term b4 when wanching’s hubby, TG had it sometime last year and is really painful and can hardly walk sometimes. Fuck.

Try not to focus on my leg hairs, i’ll not be pissed but u are suppose to compare the size of toes.

Doctor wanted to inject my butt. Fuck! I kinda hesitated but when he say if it’s my arm i can’t move it for the rest of the day, i chickened and pussily unbutton my pants and unzip my flyers. Don’t think i blushed though. While i was lying face down wards with my pants loosen and slightly pulled down, he look over to ma and say tat he’s gonna inject my ass with Voltaren. Sounded real damn familiar and could easily be in my allergic list. Being unsure, the doctor refrained from injecting my left ass to avoid me having a multiplied and enlarged size penis swollen body all over.

The doctor rejected injecting my butt. A few other alternatives aka Aspirin and ponstan, the doctor kinda went blank, opened up his drawer and took a grey-greenish pill and ask me to swallow this down.

And thus my subscription, Arcoxia for pain killing and Papase for swell reducing (papase is apparently formulated from papaya, and cuz it’s so, many think it’s not profitable and thus made unavailable, hmm.. i’m consuming it though, papaya pills).

Along with this, sore throat and several ulcers in my mouth. Probably due to insufficient and incapable of sleep due to my moaning of pain from my big fat toe. @$%@!$#%$!#@@!

Days with controlled and boring foot and food.