Handsome lar u. Hor.

Now we all know that inside every man is a little boy waiting to come out right? In Zie's case, this means raiding the playground whenever the little kiddies aren't around. As you can see, he really does know how to "be a kid" again! So fun lor actually...I'm secretly jealous of him but shhh..

Almost Die Hard
Here I am. My first real post. Both because you beautiful ladies have requested it and because I actually have something to blog about.

Just a few hours ago Raymond, Josh (snowy carwash man) and I went to watch Die Hard 4.0 (Beta version), after which Josh suggested/demanded to go to Williams mamak for makan, which we did. Die Hard is a fairly decent movie btw; an adrenaline pumping flick with lots of action and things going boom. Maggie Q looked hot, especially at her very end.

Anyways, when I arrived (Raymond with me) at the mamak, I managed to get a pretty good parking spot right in front of the place, although a bit tight. But lo and behold, two people got into the car in front of me and started reversing to give me space. As I looked up to thank them, they started pointing at me profusely. So I'm thinking to myself, "Yes, thank you for the spot, no need to be martyrs about it", when suddenly they switch on their headlights and I notice smoke oozing out from underneath my bonnet. Immediately I look at the temperature meter which read a nominal 90 degrees. Okay, weird..

At this point, the mamak patrons are already staring at my car as my embarrassment level starts to rise. The car that gave way to us pulls up beside us with the lady in the passenger side sticking her head out. As Raymond politely winds down the window, she mentions so matter-of-factly, " Your car on fire ahh". I start laughing internally thinking, 'Woman, that's smoke, not fire', to which I opened my door and saw flickers of flame under my car. At that time of the night, in a dark place, I actually saw a yellowish glow coming from under my car. Not Good.

Raymond, seeing the same thing as he opened his door, immediately asked me to switch off the aircond and then turn off the car. I obeyed. Later on I wondered, why the aircond first? Why bother? Do airconditioning systems cause fire? Wouldn't I want a cool breeze in the event of a fire? I'm supposed to be the engineer here. Why I listened to him I don't know. Panic I guess. Earlier in the evening he caused us to get lost on the way to the movies... I'm a slow learner.

Moving on, after completing that tedious process I popped the hood. But being afraid of doing anything more and having the car suddenly blow up in my face I scurried towards the mamak where Raymond already was. Brave. As I checked the underneath of the car (from afar) the flame had already gone off. A few kind (kpc) patrons however came up to us and said that they did see fire and some kinda liquid leaking from the engine. Finally realised that it was the liquid on the floor that was on fire and not the engine itself. Still freaky though. Even got a pail of water from Williams in case anything else untoward happened.

Josh came in halfway as we were examining the car but was more concerned about getting a table than an exploding car. "Ehh, why you all standing there?" "My car was on fire" "Oh.. eh got no more place on the roadside lar". Typical. Called AAM and my parents came later on. The car is gonna be towed at 6.30 this morning of which my father is going to have to be there. I kindly offered my services and sacrifice going to work today. My dad kindly refused.

Oh well, 7am wakeup. I've now only got less than 4 hours rest to last me the whole day. "So do I" some of you say? Well, I'm not used to it!! I need to grow! Vertically please God.. Oh btw, work is ok. Will blog about it once I've actually done something.

Here's a pic to depict the event for those who lost concentration halfway through..

Ok, not quite. But close enough though. Ask Raymond..

At Home
Yep, I'm back home in KL. Just arrived yesterday (Sunday). My contact number is 0173341453.
I like blogging. It's useful..

My First (Last) Post
Ok, I now have control of my own blog. Me. Zie. Do I wanna do anything about it? Hhmmm...

Despite the minor and major squabbles, the personality quirks, the differences that make us special, the ups, the downs..

We are after all family.

OHANA means family.

And family means no one gets let behind.

Or forgotten.

It also means forgiving and forgetting.

:)

So let's keep the peace okay everyone?

THINK B4 u TYPE

this is something random....

But guys... think before u type la k!
don't simply impersonate people all..
THE I.P.Address does not match!
and seriously... the whole i like zie, u like zie is DEAD!

I'm sexy, I'm cute

I'm popular to boot!

In your face-sexiness right back at ya!

Dear Zie,

I have given up all desire of wanting to be with you.

Not because Gracie is in the picture, for that is no challenge at all (hehe..), but because of this:

Being together would mean sharing stuff.

At the looks of it, it would mean stuff such as clothes. And along with that comes a risk of having you look better in them.

No! That just won't do. I want my skirts all to myself. With no competition.

All your idiosyncracies, that I can deal with. But not us sharing clothes.

NO!

My lost love, you will get over it soon enough. I will give you a skirt to make up for all this.

Yours up till now, Sun
P/s: Happy Belated Birthday!

Relationships are taken very seriously here at chonghengzie.blogspot.com

We are after all a blog about issues of the heart.

Hence, when two girls are fighting to take the coveted place beside our handsome wanna-be blogger, it is very important to determine that this contest is won fair and square.

Let's see how Zie measures up to Wing Sun..

awww.. they are too sweet...

But wait! We don't know how Zie feels next to Gracie...

Ta-daa!

As you can clearly see, we have clear winner in Gracie.

Because being together with someone means not being afraid to show your true self.

Even if your true self sometimes looks like this.

Zie does not need people blogging about him to make him look foolish.

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These things just come naturally :)

Anne

One more!

Eh Anne....

One more thing Zie loves lah.

There.... Proof:


Yes, No. 3 is Watching movies.

Look at those Angelina Jolie lips!

I also jealous already. And I am supposedly the girl.


Sun

There are but two things in life that Zie loves.

(Besides his mummy, obviously, whom Zie totally adores)

No. 1 as is obvious by his current stance, is food, food and plenty more food.

No. 2 I have to say I deduced, is dudes, dudes, lotsa dudes.

Now come what may, he doesn't have a say.

He cannot undo what these posts display

Anne

Zie doesn't know that this blog really exists and I'm guessing it will only be a matter of time before he finds out (no thanks to my publicising it on MSN). But before he ever claims ownership of this blog, I've currently got this mission of looking for pictures of Zie which are, hmm, not very flattering to say the least. This barely made the mark, but I assure you the worst is yet to come! Oh he is so going to kill me!

Anne

Zie will kill me but I don't care :)