Problem Sums.

Internet connectivity seems like a drug,

people are addicted to.

I anticipate rehabilitation centres to progress soon in the near future.

Take me for an example, I think I am very much addicted to blogging.

I won't deny that,

and these days I am hardly bothered by the statistics of visitors that reads my blog.

Even if the world stops reading this domain of mine,

I will probably be talking to myself. (nothing new)

These days, silly people may attempt to get connected even at the kedai kopi. (eh eh over kan)

Are they trying to show they are in league of modern technology?

Okay let's point the finger at myself first.

I am guilty of it too. (sometimes)



Maybe I should check myself in to a rehab centre.

If you have been refreshing my page several times in a day,

you may want to consider yourself having the same problem too.

Just another story of the yellow bird who tweets.

The cat decided to tweet like a yellow bird.

Oh the copy cat I mean.

Since everybody has it, why not I give it a try.

Yah since the celebrities are doing it why not us! (I mean why not me.)

I may not be a superstar just yet, but can I be the twinkle little star in this free space of mine?

Honestly who bothers to take note of what we are doing or feeling most of the time.

So I am new to this, it doesn't look too complicated to figure out how to use.

It is just another medium to tell others what you are presently doing? (like who cares)

It sounds silly.

I sound/sounded silly.

Silly it may sound,

I just filled your time with a another silly story!

I like to ride a bicycle.

The place where animals belong..

The place where animals belong will be at the zoo.

They are placed together with their friends so that they do not get lonely.

Rain, please take note Barney is just a dinosaur from our imagination, in actual fact they are extinct.

So turning home into a zoo, is not a good idea after all?

So boys, can mummy free that yellow bird?

He is talking too much especially early in the morning.

Dear world please help me by telling the boys our home isn't the best habitat for the animals.

When the makciks and mak neneks fly to the moon.

I walked into the restaurant,

I was welcomed in a language so foreign to me.

I felt like a foreign object!

I felt like, as though aliens were talking to me on the moon, in an unfamiliar language.

I looked around and reconfirmed that I was on Earth.

I sat and read the menu, I understood and reconfirmed again that I was on Earth. (x2)

A lady came along, and she took my order.

I spoke in earth language she replied in the alien language!

Seriously which part of the planet is she from?

And now comes the part where I should blame myself for not taking a third language in school?

Okay, I repeat myself again, I reconfirmed I was on Earth that day!! (x3)

Born & breed here, now why should I be the one feeling like a foreigner?

Dear world, please fly me to the moon.

BreadTalk.

All of us talk everyday.

To anyone or even yourself. (sot sikit)

Some simply bitch all the time.

It is a form of communication to get the story/message/gossip/etc across.

I figure out that I simply need to talk/blog because I love to be heard.

Sometimes I failed to realise that I am pretty fond of repeating myself that is why I ended up sounding like a mak nenek/burung kakak tua.

If you failed to notice, the silly bird at home loves me. (talking about our new pet)

And oh please ignore me if this story is another repetition or has no meaning. (takde maknanyer)

Imagine if we all stop talking, and communicate through mind reading.

The ability to scan through each other minds.

Oh that can be extremely dangerous.

Speaking your mind all the time?

Imagine if you have the ability to do so, at least you don’t have to attempt to fill in the blanks.

Rain is slowly communicating through talking bits here and there.

A.L and me had two years of mind reading with Rain.

By now I guess most parents are a pro in reading the toddlers mind.

It is easier to read a toddler’s mind.

You use your instinct.

Especially when food/goodies is their main concern!

How about an adult?

Dear A.L can you read my mind what I would like to have for this year anniversary?

If you can’t, I can help you fill in the blanks.

Please do not attempt to mind read me.

I rather have alot to say than expect others to read my mind.

I am no mind reader myself, I have no ability to do so.

Alice Chen speaks her mind @ http://suzanson.blogspot.com/

You landed here because it is your choice.

You choose to read what is on my mind.

The bird who chirps like a Mak Nenek.

We are no teachers when it comes to educating Rain.

Nevertheless we try to make learning more fun.

So in an attempt to let Rain identify animals better,

we take Rain to the Singapore Zoological garden.

A.L came up with a more brilliant idea.

Why not make the home a mini zoo!!!! (nak jadi Ace Ventura tak dekni)

Here how it goes, C is for cat,

F is for fish and

B is for bird!!!

Help!! my dear A.L is making a zoo out of our home! (SOS!!)

No, oh no, let me correct myself,

turning the home into a bird park.

What's next???

E is elephant??

I hope the elephant fits through the door :P

Dear world, I am not a big fan of birds!

Sunday Morning

My shuttling hours to the moon are very irregular.

On some nights I wake up in the morning wondering where I am.

There are days when, even a Sunday looks like any other day to me.

It makes no difference.

Oh I am the astronaut after all.

I will only start asking what day it is when I walk into a crowded a shopping mall.

Time management has never been a favourite subject

I will probably score a big fat F for this subject.

I turn around and ask A.L the same question all the time.

"What day is it?"

Sometimes he would answer me cheekily and say.

" Today is ladies night!"

Ultimately irritating the boy can be!

On the positive perceptive of mine, everyday is a beautiful Sunday for me.

However I can always improve my sense of awareness with regards to the calender, for the benefit of others around me.

Yes maybe by starting with,

Today Alice blogged @ 0600hrs on Sunday the 5th of July.

And it's not a ladies night!

Oh well at least I try.

What's your skin made of?

Before my story begins,

did you guys fail to notice??

Oh yes, a revamp to my blog ''skin''

Compliments to blogger.com,

all I need to do is some layout adjustment here and there.

It is quite idiot proof I would say.

You do need to view source, in order to copy and paste.

I am no expert!!

Like finally a new smell of fresh paint in this domain of mine.

Let's make this clear, only the "skin" has changed, the author remains the same.

Seems like the mak nenek stories is here to stay.

Thank you world for listening.

Seriously this is just the voices from within.

What you see is what you get.

So Miss Alice Chen Aili aka Zanna is either funny, sweet and/or bitchy.

That depends greatly on the mak nenek story she is telling.

Sadly to say, story telling don't pay the bills.

The astronaut is off to work back on the moon, where anything you might have at home, is made from.

(Made in ________ )

Make a guess, where is this?

a) Made In China.

b) Made In Batam.

c) Made In Serangoon

d) Made in Geylang Serai.


And oh yah, even the Iphone is assembled there.

But still, I love the Iphone!!!

Another Moon Story

The space scientist cooked pasta for the astronauts.

Not that I am complaining,

I guess too much carbo was loaded, and not much to un-load.

Now tell me, should I count carbo or calories?

So what if I just accumulate these two?

I figure, I will just have to moon walk more.

Now where is that spaceship of mine!!