Bruce Lee, My Brother shows part of an untold story of Bruce Lee's life and his family. It is a biography movie about his life, family, friends and his first crush.


Though it is not as good as IpMan1/2, this movie mainly focuses about his life and not much of his action stunts. Nevertheless, the movie may be abit slow moving and draggy, but the movie is quite well-made, it brings you back into those olden days.

What I like about this movie is because of the background setups during the scenes. It is really well set up in each and every scene during the movie, and it brings back nostalgic memories of how the Chinese live during the past.




The next thing that I like about this movie is of the strong characters acting in the movie. Starring Aarif Rahman as Bruce Lee and Tony Leung Kar-Fai as Bruce Lee's father(picture below: left).

I should say that Aarif did a great job on his role. Though not 100% look-a-like or the exact same Bruce Lee, but I'd say, he looks more like Wang Lee Hom. lol.


Tony did a great job on his part as Bruce Lee's father. But, honestly, after watching that movie, I didn't like his father. lol...
The producers really did a good job at matching up the characters with the actors. Though not exactly the same, but it was worth the try.

The action scenes was just average, though not as good as IpMan1/2. There was quite alot of shaking and moving around, which confuses the audience. But, I know, they are doing it to make the fight look INTENSE.

Overall, a-must-see for Bruce Lee fans, though I am one of them. Though worth watching. 3.5 stars out of 5!!

The continuous of 'The Story Of Meow-E [Part1]'.

Her name was Meow-E too. We called her Meow-E, because the landlord lady calls her that. Plus, we don't have to remember any names. Unfortunetly, this story is going to focused more on the female Meow-E. To avoid any confusion about the names, I'm going to name female Meow-E as MM.

A few months later, mom brought back MM from her office, yet again. MM was only a baby kitten when my mom brought her back home. MM was a little different then Meow-E. She was fairly mature and less playful. MM is abit more pampered then Meow-E, as she refuses to eat any food regarding with live rats and birds.
MM grew to be a quiet and a passive cat. She spends more time sleeping at home then roaming outside of the house.

Last year June, MM was pregnant with Meow-E's babies. It was their first batch of babies! We were very excited with the newcoming of the newborn kittens. There were 6 of them.



Unable to keep all the kittens. Once the kittens grew to be old enough, they were given away to the SPCA. Feeling equally bad and sad for them, as they were left on their own to face the world without their mother. My family had already moved at that time.

Recently, MM got pregnant again. This time, not all of them survive. A few of the kittens had accidently drowned. One of the kittens slipped out from the MM's mouth and fell into a tub. The other kittens death were unsure. Only one managed to survive.

A few months later, the landlord lady decided to set MM free. She carries MM to the nearby market and left her there, alone. MM managed to find her way back home a few days later. Dirty and tired. Hungry and injured, MM finally managed to come back home, with a broken heart.

The landlord lady tried again, dumping MM somewhere else in the neighbourhood. MM still managed to find her way back home a few days later. Tired and hungry again.

The landlord lady pitied MM and gave up trying to get rid of her.


A week later, MM was found to be gravely ill. MM couldn't eat and couldn't walk much. MM was in a stage between life and death. The landlord lady knew MM was going to die soon. She took a few days to take care of MM during MM's final days.

The landlord lady's routine went on as usual, going out to work at 7am in the morning. MM knew she was about to pass on, but she held on. She wasn't going to die without her Master with her. MM was in a battle, fighting for her life as she tried to stay on until her Master comes back.

The landlord lady finally came back at 4pm, the time where she sits outside on her favourite stool, playing with her pets. MM walks dyingly towards her Master and sat on top of her lap. MM curled on her Master's lap and the landlord lady strokes her fur softly and gently. The landlord lady talked to MM soflty as MM falls into a deep sleep.

Breathing her last breath, MM passed away peacefully, on her Master's side.

His name was Meow-E. I met him since Form2. I remembered seeing the small, fragile,scared little animal inside the brown dirty box. My mom had found it near her abandoned old work place. I remembered the first time I hold her as her small, sharp claws cling onto my blue pinafore.


He mewed helplessly. He must be very hungry. I remembered how stubborn he was to refused the plate of warm milk being served to him. Instead, he wanted to eat rice and meat served on my dinner table!


I named him Meow-E. Because he only response to the callings of the "meow" sounds. All my family calls him that.


I remembered the time when my 3 dogs would like to go near Meow-E, and sometimes bully and teased him. But, Meow-E managed to blend in with my 3 dogs. Meow-E was treated like their own child.


As time pass by, Meow-E became bigger in size and less innocent than he was before. He was a bigger problem then my dogs. He pawed on the leather sofa. The landlord lady was furious!
I remembered the time when Meow-E climbed on my study table and make a mess out of it. Footprints, water spilled, papers shrewed into pieces. I was furious. I remembered carrying him and shaking him wildly in the air. I made him take a cold bath. I beat his buttocks. Meow-E had learned his lesson. But, the next day, he tried to eat my fish.


I remembered the time when I like to bully him. I tied a string with a bell attached to it on Meow-E's tail. He went around in circles chasing the bell. And I was laughing.


As I grew older, Meow-E grew more dirtier and naughtier. He comes home only for food and sleep. He goes under drains, catch rats, small birds. But, yet, he knows how to soften our hearts by mewing and rubbing his body against us.


I spend lesser time with Meow-E, as my SPM was around the corner and I spent most of my time facing the computer. My family moved out from the rented room and I never saw Meow-E again.

Tangled: Rapunzel is a really beautiful movie. Unlike other Disney princess movies, this movie gives a special colour effects to its pictures. Put aside all those singing parts, this movie leaves me a mixture of feelings at the end of the movie. Both happy and sad as well. Good for those who loves watching romantic movies. Unpredictable plot, but predictable ending. But, don't worry, most Disney movies ends with a happy ending anyway. lol. Tangled, a must watch movie!! 4 stars out of 5!!

Finally, I feel like everything is falling into places.
I finally get the chance to change some of my group classes to another timing. Not 1 class, but 2 classes.
And I finally, I'm single, but happy. Plus, we're still friends even after breaking up.

It's funny how much of effort I put in order to get the things I wanted, but I ended up not getting the things.
And then, being forced to endure and accept my fate that I can't have the things, my life seems to take a turn when my prayers were answered and my desires are finally fulfilled.

God is wonderful. Thank God for everything.


God never make mistakes, but God make miracles happen.

"Tell me, why do you have to keep all this movie tickets," Kevin asked whilst taking a sip of his Starbucks coffee. "Don't you think it's taking up so much place in your wallet?"

I flipped my hair to the back, reading his face like an opened book.
"Well...there is always a reason to everything, right," I answered.

"Yeah...but, why don't you just throw it away. It's not like you can re-use it again."

I took out my wallet. Ahh, yes, a wallet. A worn out, black leather wallet since have been used those secondary school days. Flipping the wallet open, like the way men do to make payments, revealed a few RM50 big notes inside and a few of my cards.

I slapped down a few movie tickets on the table.
Kevin didn't react. He knew me way too long for my outrageous and crazy behaviour. He took another sip of his coffee whilst staring at the yellow-white movie tickets on the table.

"I kept these movie ticket it's because it meant something to me."

Kevin sat up straight with his eyes opened wide.
"Go on. I'm all ears," he said.

"Well, you see. Each ticket tells a different story," I continued.
I took a ticket in random and showed it to him.

Starting with the first ticket, IpMan2.

"This ticket as you can see, is special to me, because the person I watched it with, was like a big brother. He gave me alot of motivations and leadership to live my life," I explained. "It was my first time watching a movie alone with my brother and with a guy too."

"Hmm...okay...then what about this one?"
Kevin points out to the Inception ticket.


 "This ticket was my first time watching the same movie twice. It was too fantastic that I had to bring my mom to watch it. It was my first time paying for the tickets and as well as watching together with my mom, alone."

"And this one," I continued as I picked up another movie ticket, Salt.

 "This was my first movie that I watched together with both my sisters. We were supposed to attend a wedding dinner until my parents realized there wasn't enough seats for us. So they dropped us at Tropicana City to watch Salt. It was horrible."

"Why?" Kevin asked.

"Because I had to pay everything for the movie tickets."


 "What about this one?" Kevin asked.

Step Up 3.

"This one was because I was hanging out with my besties, Lydia, Sara & Harry. It wasn't anything special. Maybe it's just the movie." I shrugged.
 Grown Ups.

"Lastly, this one was special, because it was the first movie I watched with my college friends."

"The movie wasn't really that funny," I continued. "But the 3 of us was so 'sampat', we brought outside food into the cinema to eat. Ha ha."


"Hmm..." thought Kevin. "But, you've forgotten about this one."
Kevin points out to the last ticket left alone at the side.
"What does this ticket tells," he asked.

Adele : Rise Of The Mummies.

I thought for a moment and smiled. Kevin noticed the look on my face and knew what I was going to say.

"Well," I said. "I had no idea. But the movie sucks."

Dear readers,

Just to let you know, that I appreciate those of you who had been reading "Can I Help You" since I started writing on it last year. I have truly appreciated your encouragement and motivation to continuing writing on this fictionous story. Unfortunetly, I am calling a quits on continuing this story. I have find that it is meaningless to continue this story. Plus, my motivation and determination had already left me after a long period of time.

The ending idea is still fresh in my mind, but however, I have decided to leave the ending for your own imagination and creativity.

I am truly sorry to have dissapoint you. But, there are other stories which are similar as well. I am sorry to have cause you any inconvenience.

Yours truly,
LAS Author

If you ask me, what is the greatest birthday present in the world? My answer would be the gift from the heart, homemade presents. A gift doesn’t need to be handmade, but as long as it is self-wrapped, it would be the most wonderful thing in the world.



All presents that comes from me, are always handmade. Why? Because I feel happy wrapping it. Even cards, are handmade by me. Though, it may not be the prettiest wrapping paper used, but no one cares, right? ‘Coz the next thing you know, the receiver is just going to throw the wrapper away, no? But, I, value all gift wrappers, and I keep every single wrapping paper when I receive my presents on my birthday. Eco-friendly you say? Yes, I am. But there are other reasons too.
How rare would you find these type of people?

But, then, why are presents wrapped then? To not the receiver know what is inside, right? It gives a sense of surprise to the receiver when he/she opens it. It can either give the receiver a feeling of disappointment or a feeling of happiness.

That’s why, what fun is there if the receiver knows what’s inside the present already. It’s pointless even if you wrapped it with a thousand sheets of paper, by not letting the receiver know what is inside with just a touch of the object. Not only that, all your efforts are wasted.


I wish I can take things lightly. It’s just a present, yes, I know. But you wouldn’t know how much of effort that I’ve put in just to wrap one present. You will never know, because you’re not in my shoes. The paper cuts I’ve been through and others as well. What I have in return? Lost in trust and faith. What’s the fucking point I wrap it then. Must as well I just give the receiver the bloody gift and save my efforts and my sleep.

I value friendship a lot. I really do, even more then my relationship with my boyfriend if I have to. I may let people teased me and bullied me, but that means nothing to me. The feelings I show to people are always indirect, but inside my heart, I always mean what I said.
The only thing that can hurt me the most is the betrayal and backstabbing of friendships. It will even probably scar me for life.


In life, the most hardest thing for me to do was to let people know my feelings. Confronting them and as well as forgiving them.
Though, I may have forgiven you, but I will never forget you for what you have done.


Yes, I may be a good friend, but I may also be your worst enemy as well. You may have not seen the dark side of me yet, and you better pray that you won't.

The morning cold breeze against your skin,
The morning sun shimmering so dim,
The school bell rings very loudly,
It was time for the morning assembly.

The students chattered happily,
A teacher walks in and snaps down his books,
The class begins as it became so sleepy,
The students exchange each other their boring looks.

A bite of biscuit a student stole,
Making sure the teacher doesn't know,
Pencils scribble against their notes,
Students whined as their given more works.

Alas, I sat here, thinking back the most wonderful memories then.
It was those days back in high school.

Poem published on : http://www.receiptstories.my/staging/index.php?cd=read&story_id=408

Almost everyone of us wants their picture taken to be picture perfect. Who doesn't, right?
I believe that we want to look nice in front of the camera and not look like a fool, unless for some.
Even with the slightest mistake, like, your picture taken with your eyes closed. You tend to "untagged" yourself from your facebook picture.


Perfect smile. Perfect posture. Perfect angle.
Even the camera man also must be perfect. (You don't want a noobie who doesn't know how to function a camera, right?)
Suitable lighting. Must not see pimples. Make sure don't blink an eye.


Yeah. I know how is it like to be picture perfect. I've been there once.
Almost every single facebook profile pictures that I've visit were nicely shot.

It's just hard to believe. When you see a person's personality and attitude, they may be nice and sweet in front of you. But, at your back, they backstab you like nobody's business.
Just like a picture. The picture may be nice and beautiful, but in reality, their attitude is worse then what you see in their picture. Like the saying goes,"A picture says a thousand words." But for this case, I think it's,"Seeing is believing."

It's just too good to be true. Their pictures are just too perfect. They are just too perfect, in pictures only.
But, when it comes to reality, they are totally different. A slut. A bitch. A bastard. A drug addict. If worst still, a brutal murderer.

When it comes to pictures, people wouldn't bother whether you look beautiful or pretty in pictures. It's the personality where people see in you. Now, that's beautiful. Beatiful in the outside and also the inside.
Not to say that unpretty people has to be good looking, but what shines in you is your personality. For beauty, Aiyah! Go plastic surgery then "gao dim jor lo" (everything is resolve!).


I'm not saying that I'm jealous because I can't be a picture perfect. My main point is, just be yourself, even if it's in front of the camera. You can lie and pretend of what you are not, but the only person you're lying to, is yourself.

Have fun and be creative!