Wednesday, November 30, 2005


At last! The whole afternoon took me to every part of the company to bid almost everyone farewell. And like Monster said, I did meet one new person so it was like "Hi! Nice to meet you and all the best to you". Datin had a special message for me "Behave yourself out there" so I shot back "You mean here I wasn't?". What on earth did I do?'

I've also got strange responses when I went to say goodbye, "Today is your last day? Are you sure? How come?". Then I had the fair share of "Congrats!" and "Got job for me at your new workplace ah?".

My colleagues have been fantastic. They managed to buy me an old letter opener produced by the company 30 years ago which have been using every day. They polished it and put it into a nice box for me. Since it's such an old item, it's not in the system anymore and thus is difficult to procure something like that.

My colleague W has also been fantastic. She organised my farewell lunches and made sure everyone turned up. I'm going to miss those times she'd open all the mpeg files she'd get from her sister and watch and laugh.

Also, goodbye to my internet connection for a while. If things get desperate, I'm gonna have to ask KS to keep my blog alive. Sigh... I'd go through desperate measures for my blog.

Malaysian Police Again

Hmm... it seems that the Malaysian Police Force is getting a lot of PR lately. BAD PR. And I love talking about them because their antics are so beyond stupidity. Oh well, they provide a good source of head shaking in disbelief.

Recently, a Chinese woman was made to do ear squats. She was naked, and doing the squats in front of a policewoman while someone recorded the whole event from a window outside.

The response from the Police Force? "The person who did the recording was in the wrong and should go punished!" And today, censored from the newspapers is a quote from the Deputy Internal Security Minister Noh Omar (source from who seems to have an accuracy for breaking news):

"If foreigners think that Malaysia police are brutal, please go back to their own countries and not to stay here..."

Of course, this is a totally different tune being sung by the PM who's still urging foreigners to come visit our beautiful Malaysia.

No Break

People ask me why am I starting work the very next day after I quit. Firstly, no planning lah! Plain and simple. If I had planned earlier, I would have been able to sneak in a couple of weeks break.

Secondly, no one wants to wait for me to give my 3 months notice. I'm glad my new place will only need 1 month's notice.

Thirdly, I'd be eating grass if I took too long a break as I run on a paycheck to paycheck lifestyle.

Fourthly, it's because I've never resigned before so I didn't know I could do such things.

Ok, in truth, I was lu-lu enough not to know there's such an option as letting myself have a break in between jobs. I promise to think about that for my next change of jobs ok?

Different Paths

Yesterday as I was packing up my stuff, I had second thoughts about leaving the whole bulk back so that I could pack EVERYTHING today. Fortunately, I decided to bring down the 3 bags despite the weight. And today? The lift is not working! Boy, little decisions can save your back.

It's not sunk in yet or maybe I just don't feel that sadness or teary eyed at leaving. I know there are a lot of faces I will never see again in my life, especially when I walk through the factory and spot familiar faces. Our paths will never cross again but I'm glad that they did.

Will be going around later after lunch to say my farewells.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Packing Up

It would seem that after almost 7 years, I'd have accumulated a lot of stuff at my office but I am proud to say that all my belongings fit into two small paper bags. I've happily dumped files to the respective people who will be taking over my jobs and now my place is almost clear.

Already had one farewell lunch this afternoon. I'm starting to feel a tinge of sadness at leaving this place. My new boss texted me over the weekend and expressed that they were looking forward to me joining them which made me really glad. She added that we'll be having a marketing meeting for the whole of Friday. Yikes!

Wake Up!

For the last couple of weeks, KS and I have been very bad at waking up early for work. I start work at 9:30am and we take an hour to reach my office while KS is supposed to start work at 9am. We've been waking up at 8am every morning (sometimes 8:30am) and of course reaching office like nearly 11am.

Of course, by Thursday, we'll have to get up at 6:30am in order to leave the house latest by 7:30am so that we work through traffic for more than one hour followed by my train ride and short walk to my new workplace by 9am.

This morning, we were supposed to "practise" waking up early. I completely forgot but was awakened when KS attempted to wake up just before 6:45am. Asking him what's wrong and why he couldn't sleep, I scratched his arm to make him go back to sleep (yes, KS has a "trigger" on his arm that will help him sleep faster). I continued scratching in between naps until it was 7:45am. Only then I realised our goal was to wake up an hour earlier. Great. This is going to be the greatest struggle for us to wake up so early.

My Name

Whenever people ask where my Chinese name came from, I would proudly tell them it was inspired by the late songbird Teresa Teng. My Dad is a fan of her songs and naturally I was given the name.

Until yesterday I found out that my Mum was the one who gave me my Chinese name and that my Dad insists he only knew Teresa Teng's songs long after I was born. And who did my Mum get my name from? My uncle's ex-girlfriend! Waahh!! Spoil liao lah my name! I'm going to stick to my original version and live in denial for the rest of my life.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Oh Melaka

Had a blast of a weekend back in Melaka. Two aunties were there to celebrate my Dad-in-law's birthday and we ate and ate and ate. I love going back to Melaka because of the many memories it holds for me when I was young (besides the food and pampering from Mum-in-law!).

We drove by Klebang Besar and I was peering at all the familiar landmarks along the way, the Gospel Hall, my grand-aunt's house we'd visit every Chinese New Year... It's actually quite sad to see how shoddy town planning has affected the whole area. Pressing my nose to the car window, I would see lovely old shoplots, paints peeling off many of them but still in operation selling all sorts of things. Then I'd get a shock as these are punctuated by art deco buildings luminated with neon lights that jar the old and quaint scenery. Along the beaches you'd then get tall massive apartments randomly built that make the beach front hideous.

The thing that gets to me is that the historical parts are not taken care of. There is some construction going on in front of Mahkota Parade and it's been going on for years. You know the reason why? As they were doing the piling for the foundation, they hit upon a sort of wall. Upon closer inspection, it is actually part of the wall that connects to the A Famosa, the famous historical landmark of Melaka. Wouldn't that be an exciting discovery? NO! They've decided to proceed with their building after much discussion.

Poor Melaka.

Friday, November 25, 2005

What Quidditch World Cup?

Yeah, finally caught Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was not unexpected and I didn't go away from the cinema with a Wow factor coursing through my blood like when I watched The Fellowship of the Ring or even Minority Report. I blame it on having read the book so recently again and knowing and expecting every single next move.

Won't talk too much about it. Instead, we got to see the previews for a couple of shows. King Kong looks like a funny movie and I never knew there were dinosaurs in King Kong!

Memoirs of a Geisha looks really really good. I wonder though, why she has blue eyes. Don't remember it being mentioned in the book. And the cast is really strong. I like Gong Li and Zhang Ziyi, they're absolutely gorgeous.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

2 Books

I finally got my hands on the book, The Curious Incident of a Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. Grace gave it to me for my birthday (thanks Grace! I'd freak out if it were another knife).

My review of it? Well, it's different. I'm not sure if I like alternate chapters discussing topics out of the main story as it jarred the story quite a bit. I struggled a bit with reading it and the alternate "irrelevant" chapters made it easier for me to put it down. Took me about 3 days to finish it. Also, I had strange expectations that it was a funny book but it wasn't.
I also felt like I was going crazy when he was talking about the math solutions. It's poignant ending is a far cry from all the feel good endings books I've been reading lately.

Speaking of other books, I've also just finished my David Sedaris. This is a great book, full of laugh-out-loud kinda humour. Was introduced to him by Monster who lent me Me Talk Pretty One Day and I was hooked. My next target is Naked.

Now I 've got my new Mary Higgins Clark to read but I'm afraid of being spooked. Well, there's always Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter to reread!

Poli$ Malaysia

What did I tell you about reporting to the Anti Corruption Agency (ACA) about graft from policemen? This teenage girl who reported a policeman for bribing RM304 to ACA is now facing a lot of problems. ACA lost the case due to "technicalities" and now is facing a civil suit by the policeman.

Malaysia BOLEH!

Keeping Up with the Jo

Monster is struggling to keep up with my blog. It's just that since you've left, I haven't had anyone here in the office to share all my insignificant details which only you have the patience to listen to! Like this morning I found a mushroom in my shower and thought of you. Apart from it being a stark reminder for me to clean the bathroom, aren't you proud that I think of you when I look at a fungi?

The reason why I'm furiously blogging is because I know my internet hours are going to be severely ah... severed after 1 Dec. And because I have already handed over the majority of my work so I'm left with not much to do anymore. Again, this will change drastically come 1 Dec.

Convincing or not?

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Thrown Together

It's funny to see how my parents and in-laws are thrown together. They'd be staying there for two nights. This is only the 5th time they're meeting (including the 2 weddings!) but I guess it could be worse considering they're staying miles apart.

It took them 7 years of our courting before they met each other because my parents were shy. They nearly met when my parents dropped me off at his place and rushed off before KS parents managed to come out of the house to meet them. When they finally met up, it was so strange to see them together. At that time, KS's uncle from Sydney was with us and he joined in as well which made it uneven (his side came with more people than ours) but it was so funny to see particularly my Mum trying to be extra sociable. Mum's not very comfortable with strangers, especially adults, let alone future in-laws!

I have full confidence that my parents are being well taken care of despite my in-laws having two other guests at the moment (KS grandma and auntie are also there from Ipoh). We're getting reports from both ends to assure us everything is ok, which makes the situation even funnier.

Goodbye and Hello!

I've set an appointment with my counterpart at the bank I'll be joining. I doubt if he knows I'm joining them very soon. It's going to be really funny as I'll be informing him that I'm leaving the company and then in a few days time I will say hello to him as my new colleague! I'll tell you about his reaction on my first day of work, I promise!

So unprepared. Haven't started clearing my desk yet even though I have the time. Cleared ONE shelve and have to stop due to not knowing what I can throw. My company tends to keep everything for years and of course, the moment you throw it away, someone will ask you about it. I also found a mug which has an encrusted base as I forgot to wash it since the last time I drank green tea out of it. Euuggghhh... anyone wants a double walled nice looking mug? I can't imagine using it again so I might just bin it.

Harry Potter Tickets

Getting Harry Potter tickets now is like getting me to eat asparagus (but no, I will NOT bet on this). Cinemas are fully booked even if they have more than 5 screens showing at the same location at half hour intervals every day. Even the remotest places (like my favourite cinema in Subang) where you'd think people would shy away from is packed.

I reread the book to refresh myself before the movie came out and I'm excited to see Viktor Krum looking like how I imagined and how the Veelas look like.

Great. I just went into Wikipedia and found out about Fleur Delacour and what happened in the 6th book (which I still haven't read). What spoilers! Once again, my desire to read the 6th book has been stirred. Don't ask me why I haven't read it otherwise you'd know the real meaning of pathetic excuses.

Anyways, KS is off to try to get tickets for Thursday night. Cross fingers!



It's official! U2 is heading to Australia next year for their Vertigo tour! We're targetting their Sydney 31 March 06 concert since I haven't been there yet and KS would like to meet up with his uncle and aunt there.

I'd better save all my leave (I hope I can take leave before I'm confirmed in my new job) and eat grass from now on to save money!

Monday, November 21, 2005

More Knives

My Mum gave me another knife, a small one, last weekend. Jan had already told her about my birthday gifts this year and her face cracked up at my bewilderment when Mum presented it to me.

What's with knives this month? I still haven't used them as I haven't cooked since I got them. I think they're useful and love them, it's just bizzare that I've gotten SO many all at once!

Parents' Black Day

My parents went down to Melaka this morning to help my uncle get his new identity card. I was told by a friend when I got in the office that there is a nationwide breakdown of the IC department so their trip would have been fruitless.

However, upon reaching, Dad failed to check for oncoming cars and opened his door. A car smashed into it but thank God he wasn't hurt.

The car door can't be closed and it's about to rain. And Dad had to go with the other driver (whose car is less than a month old) to her mechanic to have it fixed while Mum was left behind to figure out how to seal the door from the rain. Along the way, the smashed bumper lopsided and they were stranded somewere else for a bit. When they finally arrived, the mechanic said that the car was too new that they didn't have any spare parts. So they finally had to drive to the manufacturer's outlet. This is gonna cost him a grand for the other car.

The only friends they know in Melaka are overseas at the moment so I contacted my in-laws who are on their way back from Ipoh today and they've been absolutely fantastic. They've arranged for someone to fix Dad's car and also offered them to stay over since it would take 2 days for the repair.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Hand Me Downs

Mum brought some old clothes from my home in Alor Star to give away and I've been gleefully going through the bags and having a fine time laughing at my old clothes. I look like I stepped out of Sound of Music for some dresses.

The thing is, I discovered I can wear most of my Mum's clothes! I have a new wardrobe, all waiting for me to put on a bit more weight. Mum has the loveliest baju kebaya and she doesn't wear them anymore.

Yay! New old clothes to wear!

Friday, November 18, 2005

War Games

War Games or Paintball - two teams armed with air guns filled with paintballs battle to capture the opposing team's flag. Was reminiscing about this with H last night. Talk to anyone who has participated in one and they'd furnish you with exciting and funny tales. And sometimes, painful and jaw dropping tales.

My experience was in New Zealand and I only played it once. The reason why I never went for a second or third was because my blue-black from a shot lasted me a good 3 months. The adrenalin that courses your veins at the start of the game can make you do things you'd never expect yourself to do like crawling on your elbows in mud. There is a deafening silence and an occasional rattle of the paintballs in a moving gun pierces the air. You wouldn't know if your enemy could be crouching just behind the next bush waiting to spring an attack. In fact, most of the time, we shoot our own team members anyway either because of fright or just to kenakan the fella.

We had a friend who wore neon green sneakers and kept wondering why everyone was shooting him. And there are "professionals" who garb themselves in camouflage gear (I hear there are some who bring smoke bombs in there too) and have their own personal guns.

We had this group of Kelabits (a small community found in Bario, Sarawak. The Kelabit family we know is absolutely out of this world but that is another story altogether. Actually, one of the brothers, Z, alone has done things which could fill a book by its own like trying to make his own furniture to save money and chose to use the chainsaw at 2am) were considered pros in paintballing. They climbed trees and shoot those creeping below them. With their camouflage outfit, you won't be able to spot them. Don't play-play.

Then we've had folks to shoot at close range on the head. The victim nearly fainted and a massive swell formed on his skull. It's fortunate he is used to injuries as he plays a lot of football and has broken several bones but still! Some people never think.

This is getting to be a popular activity here in Malaysia but we moan of the terrain and props which are still much to be improved. Here, the terrain is flat and has empty oil drums and plywood as places to dodge bullets. In NZ, there were closely grown shrubs, trees, a rusting car, tall grass, a stream to divide the two areas with a small plank bridge, hills and valleys. If only... but still, I guess I'd have my reservations to play again because of the pain.


Did you know that skin doesn't flush down very well? I peeled a large layer from my sunburnt thigh and threw it into the toilet bowl two days ago. After two hours, I went back and it was still floating there!

I just threw a few more bits just now. Will go back at the end of the day to see if it's still floating there.

A Second on the Lips, Forever on the Hips

Last night my dinner date stood me up. Not that I can blame her since she's in the media line and her boss needed a report by 9pm. Man...

Anyways, I ended up going to do a spot of shopping to quench the shopping urge I've had in me since two weeks ago. No, that 5 hours at 1 Utama didn't quench it because I didn't buy anything. So last night I hopped to Metrojaya in Section 14 and it was completely empty! I love having not to wait in line for the fitting room so I tried everything that caught my fancy. Plus the fact that I had ALL night to shop.

There was this office dress that caught my fancy and it was on sale. Of course, after all that binging of pasta and fast food over the last couple of days (no, make that months), the result is a bottom heavy figure and thus the dress fitted me perfectly from the waist up. I tried the dress twice, much to the surprise of the salesgirl, vehemently in denial that I'm just a tad bigger because I'm ovulating. After 10 minutes, the fact bulged loud and clear and I had to mournfully hang the dress back on it's rack.

Feeling fat and guilty, I decided to skip dinner or have something really light like a bun. Gone are the days when I was wrought with food poisoning and when I could brisk walk for 20 to 30 minutes and lose a dress size. Those were the days... The thought lasted exactly half and hour and thereafter I was happily gorging down a cheese naan.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


My office invited an artist couple to showcase their works at the Visitor Centre. Unfortunately, I can't remember their names. His work only features very large sized women, inspired by his mother while his wife does skinny women. He is more famous than she and thus his works are larger oil paintings while she brought some small ones in sets of four or six.

There are also two henna artist brought in from Brickfields. They charge RM10 per design. Most people put henna on the back of their palms while my colleague had hers done on her arm and back. It looks great on her! I battled the thought that it might last until I start at my new workplace and having henna on my hand wouldn't be a too professional way to start my first day there.

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I succumbed! KS who only noticed it this morning said it looked like a disease. Bah, men!


My heart is broken and torn to bits. I'm trying to ignore it but I can't help thinking about it. The kitten is missing.

He wasn't there yesterday morning although Jan, KS and I took our time hanging outside the garden. He usually greets us at the door within 10 seconds at most if he's in the neighbour's garden. Last night I got home, still no cat. KS and I walked the neighbourhood calling out to him but he made no appearance. This morning, still no sign of him. And Jan and I just came up with a name for him.

First Jay, now this kitten. How many more heartbreaks can I take?

Monday, November 14, 2005


It's quite funny to see how the new female staff who are "pounced" upon by some oogling males in the company. I guess with the halt of new intakes, fresh blood are few and far between.

Today, D was approached by this factory guy who had the nerve to come up all the way to the office floor and ask her the following:

"Do you speak Tamil?"
"Are you married?"
No answer.
"Why aren't you married?"

She ignored his questions and quickly scrambled to my place for refuge until the "pest" had gone away. Apparently, every time she passes them in the factory (their department is unfortunately in our path to the outside world), the whole bunch of them would fall silent and oogle at her. Recently, it had escalated to them calling her but she keeps her head down and pretends they're calling someone else.

And now this guy took the brave step to come out of his territory to ask her if she's available! Oh, I'm gonna enjoy watching the show to see what's next! Hopefully it happens within the next two weeks.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

This is a Rat

So last night, we confirmed it was a rat that we caught in the room. We tried to educate the kitten about the relationship between cats and rats:

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See the way he is looking at the rat with his fur standing up? Unfortunately, he went no further than curious sniffs around the cage and prolonged stares. I hope he knows I don't mean him to be friends with the rat.

And keeping to my promise of letting the next rat live, we kept it at the back of the house and waited til the morning to throw it somewhere far away. Unfortunately, KS fed it breakfast with my expensive roasted pork long yuk which I bought from Petaling St the other day! That he actually thought about the welfare of the THING made me really mad. My "compassion" can only go so far. So the next rat we catch, I'm going to kill it. All deals are off.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Birds of a Feather...

"I'm thinking of getting my sister some knives for her birthday. What do you think?"

Jan's colleague whipped up his head from his work and gaped at her. In Chinese, giving knives or anything sharp means you want to cut ties with that person. Meaning, it's not a good gift lah.

"Er... if she really loves to cook, then oklah." he weakly replied.

Since we're none too fussy and more practical, she went ahead and bought me a butcher's knife and a small chef's knife.

Now beat this, the night before, KS gave me a butcher's knife and a chef's knife. I think these two have been hanging out together for too long. I mean, what are the chances of the two closest people in my life to buy me two same knives for my birthday?!

I'm not complaining though, I love the gifts and I'm really amused that they know me so well as to get me something functional and practical. Thanks guys! *muah*

Steven Seagal Cat

Last night I unwittingly locked a rat (or some creature) in the spare room downstairs. I heard some rustling in the kitchen and decided to check it out. Noticing that the door to the room was open, I closed it so that whatever the creature was, it wouldn't go in.

This morning, there were shreds of the door strewn on the outside of the room as though SOMETHING was scratching the door from the inside. We've set the bait and pushed the trap in this morning. Hopefully, we'd get some answers tonight.

In the car:
"I was thinking of throwing the kitten into the room but nah... the rat might be bigger than the cat"

"Yeah, and if there's entrails and blood, who's gonna clean up the place?"

"Oh? Don't cats just twist rats neck and be done with it?"

"Think what? Steven Seagal, is it?

Skin Shedders

Here are some of the usual creatures in the wild that shed their skins:

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My sunburn is starting to peel and it's darn itchy. Feeling like a monkey with my constant scratching. My scalp is coming down in large flakes.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Internet Connections

After my valiant efforts to call the company which I signed up for internet connections yesterday, they called in the evening to announce that my housing area STILL doesn't have Telekom cables.

"Maybe next year lah, then we will call you."

NEXT YEAR? I wouldn't know how to use a mouse by then... sheesh...

Tea Culture

It's been a great day today. This morning, the roads were EMPTY and I dropped KS and reach my office in less than an hour! And just now, I went out on a market survey with three others, two of them designers to Petaling Street.

Petaling St has always been where one would bring tourists to buy "genuine imitation" stuff - bags, DVDs, sunglasses, wristwatches, you name it. However, amongst my artistically inclined friends, they always go there to get supplies like flowers, deco, Chinese tea related stuff etc. And people always talk about the food there. I've never seen Petaling St in that light before since the last time we had a meal there as a family decades ago, the restaurant charged us exorbitantly for food that wasn't so great anyway.

Today, I finally went with the eyes of a designer and visited a Chinese tea shop in Petaling St. The art of drinking Chinese tea is waaaay beyond what is involved in drinking wine, which to me, is already quite overwhelming. Did you know there is a sniffer cup for drinking Chinese tea? It's a longish cup which you pour the tea into before transferring the tea into a cup. Then you sniff the sniffer cup to excite your senses before drinking the tea. Wah lau... that's just a fraction of the whole art to it. Okay, maybe wine has about the same list of fuss you need to do before downing it, I don't know.

Anyway, my colleague decided to get me a little tea pot and some cups as my farewell gift. I'm so touched. Gonna start drinking tea a bit more properly now. What used to be "drink in quantity" will now be changed to "drink in quality" with tiny cups and sips. You saw my photo of my green tea drinking? It's a bowl compared to what the actualy Chinese tea cups are. And my new delicate tea pot is like 5 times smaller than my existing giant one.

Okay, I won't bore you with details as to how to properly brew the tea. Just some quick tips based on what I've been doing for some time; for green tea, do NOT use boiling water; for a clay tea pot, do NOT wash with soap; waiting time for the tea to brew is only 30 to 40 seconds, not 10 minutes. No wonder my tea drinking skills at home always killed the tea.

And just to add, we had great food in Petaling St. Ask me again in a week's time as to where to go, I'd have forgotten. I've been getting bouts of forgetting this and that the last couple of days. Of course I blame it on ageing. But oh! I must mention this! My colleague ordered soup for each of us and I waved a RM10 in front of the trader, thinking it would be enough. It cost RM26 for 4 bowls of soup! Man... I wanna boil soup and charge that amount too.

Anti Graft Badge

Today's paper proudly reports that all policemen are supposed to wear a "I am anti-graft" badge as part of a campaign to wipe out corruption in the police force.

The funny thing is that they have also done up banners and car stickers amongst other thing and one of their car stickers say "Report if there is corruption". Yeah right, report to whom?

Imagine this scene:
Me at a police station: Your colleague just tried to bribe me at the roadblock down the road and I'm here to report him.
Policeman 1: Really? Are you sure you were the one who didn't offer him in the first place? You must have been speeding in the first place and was trying to get out of the ticket.
Policeman 2 who just walks in: What's going on here?
Policeman 1: Oh nothing, this person was trying to weasel out of a speeding ticket.

Scene inspired from my previous blog.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

No Internet

One of my greatest fears about joining the new company is that I won't be able to get my internet connection. No more blogging! Apparently the banks are pretty strict with their internet surfing and judging from how I currently deal with them, they aren't even allowed to receive large emails, not even a jpg. Horror of all horrors.

Last month or so, we were told that our housing area has finally been fixed with telephone lines and we gleefully signed up for a Streamyx connection. However, after all this time, we haven't had news from them and I'm growing worried. If you don't book it fast enough, other people will get their connections and use up all the lines and we'd need to wait until Telekom fixes new lines. Of course, that would take a VERY long time. In the meantime, I think I'd kill myself without internet connection.

So I give the folks we signed up with a call this morning and yup, no one answers. Damnation.

The Birds and the Bees

The radio was talking about how we got to know about the birds and the bees as there was a suggestion for the school curriculum to include sex education pretty soon. Most of the callers said they were informed by a friend at school during their teenage years.

For me, my Mum was smart enough to buy us this book, "Where did I come from?". This book has been with my family since my eldest sister was very young. One day while my mum had her sewing/cooking/YWCA women's meeting at home, my sister walked up to Mum in the midst of their meeting and asked loudly something about the penis or vagina I can't remember what. There was a stunned silence as all eyes flicked to my Mum and with a red face, Mum had to explain about the book she had bought for the kids. Mum surely must have a lot of memories of these kind of landmark incidents involving my eldest sister.

Another Story of my Sister is that in school, she described how babies came about to her friend. Her friend was horrified and cried, saying she didn't believe her parents did "such a disgusting thing". She would go home and confirm with her parents. I must say her parents had the decency to not disillusion their daughter as she sulkily came sniffing back the next day.

Anyways, that was how I got my sex education and it began when I could start to read.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Bad Girl

I've been a bad bad girl. I just went for another interview this morning. Although this company is located at my ideal spot (in PJ), they work every Saturday. At least with the bank, I get 2 Saturdays off! And, the position I applied for requires me to do loads of travelling from Penang to Singapore. On weekends.

Doesn't sound very attractive. Oh well.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Light in a Cup

While drinking green tea the other night, I was waiting for it to cool down and noticed I could look at the light bulb above it without squinting my eyes. So I quickly grabbed my camera and took a shot of it.

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Was I bored or what?

A Week of Movies

As we had loads of holidays last week to the point that we absolutely didn't have ANYTHING to do on the second day of Raya, we bought some DVDs and watched til our eyes nearly popped.

Here's a list of shows we watched:
1. Miyazaki's Whisper of the Heart
Nice ending to my 10 movie box set I borrowed from my friend as our brains didn't burst trying to figure out what Miyazaki's trying to say in the movie.

2. The Grimm Brothers
Gave me nightmares although it wasn't that scary. I'm chicken when it comes to anything remotely eerie.

3. The Runaway Jury
Watched it twice, with KS and then with Jan. Gene Hackman was really good. I love John Grisham. Made me go out and get the book The Client.

4. Sound of Music
KS's first time watching! Made him sit out the entire 133 minutes. He declared it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

5. Cinema Paradiso
The young boy looks like M. Night Shyamalan. Worth watching at least once. Made me a bit upset at the end though of what might have been.

6. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-ya Sisterhood
Wasn't as good as the book but still it was fun to see Vivi in action.

7. Amelie
I enjoyed Amelie tremendously. All the characters are so essentric and I love the parts with the garden gnome! It's a MUST watch.

Last night, we caught Corpse Bride and I kept looking out for the non-existant English subtitles. Which was a pity since I couldn't catch all their lyrics hence didn't get the full picture of how the corpse bride came to be. Weird visuals and KS made a remark about how Tim Burton portrayed life up here is all in grey and static (think of the starting scene) while "down there", the life is more colourful and energetic.

New Cat in Da House

Here's a picture of the new kitten. Ash is just a working name actually, we still haven't come to a conclusion as to what to call it until we determine it's gender. In the meantime, we're calling it a he.

He's getting very attached to us and Jan spent many hours just playing with him and keeping him company yesterday.

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Sheer Sillyness

Yes, I had an extra t-shirt on Saturday at the pool but did it cross my mind to wear it like everyone else?? As I mentioned earlier, I have quite severe sunburns. The last time I had such agonising sunburns was when I went to Tioman with my family like 5 years ago when I completely forgot to put on sunscreen.

So, here's how my back looks like. I can't wear my handbag on my shoulder and must resort to my strapless bras for the time being. OUCH!

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Saturday, November 05, 2005

Sun Burnt

I just had a chance to use some scuba gear from a friend who works for a company that coaches people for PADI licenses. Although it was just in a pool of 5 ft depth, it was still loads of fun. Found out that it surely is a difficult thing for me to sink even though I had like 4 weights. Great. Now I know for sure I won't sink to the bottom of the ocean.

I don't think my interest in scuba diving will drive me to get my PADI license. Firstly, my nose doesn't quite fit the mask. It's too flat and water keeps going in after a while. Then, I also get a bit panicky when I don't seem to sink. Plus the general fear of the open waters. Well, not very solid reasons, all can be overcome. Perhaps one day lah, if I get to do it free...hahaha...

So now I'm totally burnt since the session was from 11am to 4pm. I'm about to drop off to sleep for a bit before church. *yawn*

Dang, Jan just called to say she's reached the bus station. So looks like I'll have to skip my nap.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Holiday Mood

Yesterday was Deepavali and tomorrow is Hari Raya. Which means for the whole of this week, working days are only Monday and today, Wednesday. Most people have taken the 2 days off so that they have the entire stretch off. But, because I have resigned, I have no more leave (as all my leave has been used to offset the days I owe as I am leaving earlier than the 3 months notice) so I am here at work. Technically, I am here but work? Well, just sauntering along since all my counterparts are on leave.

The roads are clear, the parking lot empty and the office is quiet with hardly any phones ringing. Aaah... I'm glad I haven't started at my new workplace yet as I have high speed internet connection here. :)

Tired But Happy

As I mentioned earlier, I had a party of sorts yesterday and hosted over 15 relatives consisting of 3 generations for lunch and then for tea. Oh and two cousins brought their partners along so I got to meet them and get to know them a bit better.

The day started pretty late but we cooked and baked and cleaned and scrubbed non-stop until the last remnants of relatives had finally streamed out. I must really commend KS for doing ALL the cleaning up though.

Although it was stressful trying to whip up so much food, we really had fun catching up with everybody. Well, almost everybody anyway. Those few elusive cousins remained elusive to personal conversations but overall, we managed to catch up with majority of them. I must admit it was difficult to converse with them as my Cantonese tongue refused to speak Cantonese (well, maybe because my brain has absolutely NO idea how to speak the language).

At the end of the day, KS and I grinned at each other and gave each other a thump on the back for a job well done in entertaining such a huge group. And we swear we won't repeat this performance again.