IT'S TOFFEE'S TURN: A pose for a Najis and his plastic Rose

Monday, April 4, 2011

A pose for a Najis and his plastic Rose

Image by Photo Giddy via Flickr

I am unwell and on doctors orders to take a rest. I shall still try to squeeze in a column or two in what is after all, a passion.

Please enjoy some of the older articles if you are around and do let your friends know about this blog, Howl has a classic which I am not releasing as yet, its all about porn something so common these days.

I hope to get well soon, my spondylolysis coupled with a shoulder injury is really hurting and I find it hard to sit by the computer.

I hope to be up and about as soon as possible. In the meantime, I'd like to advice all of you to keep away from propaganda machines like , "The Star"and "The new Straits Times." Of course as you all know the NST is owned by the New UMNO, everything there is new.

The picture featured is Obama and Palin,think what happens if a certain Najis and Plastic Rose posed like that for us.

I may be sick but I still think of Najis and Plastic Rosmah.

Since we are into dancing, ever hear about a "Christian Dance?" Well I am a Christian but am yet to hear of one, we dance yes but we do not have any Christian dance as far as I am concerned.

According to the articles on the links provided below, the authorities in Malaysia are saying that since it originated in Jamaica, and a is also widely popular in the Phillipines a Christian country they suspect the dance 'poco-poco' is Christian and are telling Muslims not to do that dance.

What nonsense, can we say the same for the middle eastern Belly Dance then?

Really people need to have their brains put into the washing machine, don't you think so?

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Hi I am Toffee

Long long ago (that's how stories began then), an issue of The Sunday Times carried an article titled;
"Have you seen this, 'Boy Toffee' ".
Yes! that boy is this old man today, the same Toffee, a name I carried with me since infancy, and today to my wife Ju I still am Toffee, to my two children- daddy, to my grandchildren Grandpa Toffee, to many young children, my nephews and nieces "Uncle Toffee" and my friends still Toffee, and oh, how I love that name.
As fate would have it I landed up becoming a "Toffee Maker" and I dare say- a very good "Toffee Maker" having set up a plant that would manufacture fudge, caramel, nougat, fondant peanut butter, all to be encased with chocolate - Chocolate enrobed candy bars - are what they are called.
I moved into chocolate enrobed candy bars because of my eleven years experience in candy manufacturing and during those years had the opportunity to experiment on various types of toffee, real hands on experience.
To the surprise of many of my suppliers and even customers who had known me during these days I quit in 1992.

I made a career change, switching career, from Manufacturing to Human Resource Management where I remain to this day albeit since 2011 on my own.

I had the privilege of living the history of my since 1957, I was sin the town padang with my cub (young scout) uniform where I proudly participated in the Parade on 31st August 1957. The Scout District Commissioners were there too and I still the names, Jolly Goh and Goh Thian Hin.

So please avoid telling me post Merdeka History I lived in the thick of it since. In fact I learned to sing the Negara-ku even before Independence and sand it on the day we became Independent.

As For Toffees - I may add a real Toffee recipe or two for all of you who follow my blog, one that would enable you to make Toffee at home.

After all these years out here in this wonderful world I feel it is time for me to share my thoughts, experiences, cares and even frustrations and I have decided to use this blog to do so.

"It's Toffee's Turn" is not something new.
It all began during my days in primary school.
Whenever we sat at table a family of two girls, six boys and there was Mum and Dad there was a lot to talk about.
Being the fourth I always had to fight to have my say, and once I got to it there was no stopping, so most of the time my dad would remind me to keep quiet and give others a chance. I would then have to shut my mouth and wait till mum would intrude and say, "OK, It's Toffee 's Turn."

So now, "It's Toffee's Turn"
To those of you who are new to this space welcome.

Monday, April 4, 2011

A pose for a Najis and his plastic Rose

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