Today is my sister's 21st birthday! Yup, the baby of the family is now a legal adult.
We sent her a bunch of helium balloons together with some flowers in a basket plus a little bear and a small box of chocolates. Her colleagues were so excited, taking photos with the gift, so funny.
Tonight we're taking her to Chili's. Oh dang, which reminds me I haven't made reservations!
Addition:
Can you believe Chili's don't take no reservations? I really hope there WILL be seats for us when we get there tonight.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Bo-ring
Somehow when my cell leader is not around,things are much quieter, less people talk and I get more tense in trying to get everyone to participate. It usually ends up with sleepy eyed folks leaving the place.
I really don't know what I should do to change this. My character is such that I am not a sanguine, in fact, I'm an absolute phlegmatic.
You know what's worse? The cell is getting so big that I feel it's about time to multiply aka split. And yours truly will have to take on one cell for sure! I'M NOT READY!
I really don't know what I should do to change this. My character is such that I am not a sanguine, in fact, I'm an absolute phlegmatic.
You know what's worse? The cell is getting so big that I feel it's about time to multiply aka split. And yours truly will have to take on one cell for sure! I'M NOT READY!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Reality Bites
Lately I have encountered a couple of guys who are chasing money and their career ladders. Already I am told they earn quite a fair bit, like almost 5 times my salary supposedly and yet they hunger and thirst for more then dolefully say, "But if I take on the new job, that will mean less time for the family".
I was really upset about this. Already it is difficult to raise children in this environment and already, the effect of an absent father is apparent in most societies yet here we are, going in the same direction and pouring our souls into a company that will replace you with a snap of a finger should you die while in service. Look, if you say your priority is in your family, then your actions MUST mirror what you say.
Sigh. They need to realise that the family unit is the core of a nation and if we don't build this foundation right, what is to become of our furture nation?
I was really upset about this. Already it is difficult to raise children in this environment and already, the effect of an absent father is apparent in most societies yet here we are, going in the same direction and pouring our souls into a company that will replace you with a snap of a finger should you die while in service. Look, if you say your priority is in your family, then your actions MUST mirror what you say.
Sigh. They need to realise that the family unit is the core of a nation and if we don't build this foundation right, what is to become of our furture nation?
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Sepet
After buying the original VCD months ago (I stress "original" because Malaysians are famous for buying pirated stuff), we finally watched Sepet, the local movie loaded with local nuances and humour.
I felt it was targeted towards the Chinese because we understand all the languages spoken there, Cantonese, Hokkien and Malay. Plus, it sort of lashed out against the discrimination we Chinese get eg. "Orked scored 5As and she got a scholarship" "Oh really? Ah Loong scored 7As" and obviously no scholarship.
Some parts were a bit slow but it gave a relaxed feel towards the whole show. However, I really disliked the ending as it just didn't quite fit in. And if you want to think about it, it's waaay too soppy to end it like that.
My 2 sen worth.
I felt it was targeted towards the Chinese because we understand all the languages spoken there, Cantonese, Hokkien and Malay. Plus, it sort of lashed out against the discrimination we Chinese get eg. "Orked scored 5As and she got a scholarship" "Oh really? Ah Loong scored 7As" and obviously no scholarship.
Some parts were a bit slow but it gave a relaxed feel towards the whole show. However, I really disliked the ending as it just didn't quite fit in. And if you want to think about it, it's waaay too soppy to end it like that.
My 2 sen worth.
Kuching - in the Works
In a couple of weeks, I'll be heading off to Kuching for a company trip. This will be the first time I'll be setting foot there (the first time was when we landed in the airport for a couple of minutes then headed off to Perth 2 years ago).
Since my boss doesn't allow me and my colleague to go together, we had to pair off with our lunch gang from other departments. Of course, the best thing would be that we ALL go in one single trip but due to unforseen circumstances, we were separated to different weekends.
So today at lunch, I hear the other pair who are going before me discuss their holiday plans. One plans to sit in the hotel curled up with a good book while the other wants to paint the town red and she won't go alone! It's quite hilarious to see what will happen during the trip.
Will keep you posted.
Since my boss doesn't allow me and my colleague to go together, we had to pair off with our lunch gang from other departments. Of course, the best thing would be that we ALL go in one single trip but due to unforseen circumstances, we were separated to different weekends.
So today at lunch, I hear the other pair who are going before me discuss their holiday plans. One plans to sit in the hotel curled up with a good book while the other wants to paint the town red and she won't go alone! It's quite hilarious to see what will happen during the trip.
Will keep you posted.
Bad Advertisement / True Picture?
Today's Star paper had this ad in full colour for Celcom, showing a little girl blowing her candles off her birthday cake while her mother holds a cell phone with a picture of daddy clapping on the screen. That is absolutely sad.
Gone are the days when Dads would take the effort to make sure he would be home to celebrate their children's birthday instead of via electronic means. It just painted a sad picture of what we have evolved into, with our priorities all screwed up. The worst thing is, that it's absolutely true in this day and age.
Gone are the days when Dads would take the effort to make sure he would be home to celebrate their children's birthday instead of via electronic means. It just painted a sad picture of what we have evolved into, with our priorities all screwed up. The worst thing is, that it's absolutely true in this day and age.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Stare
Having stomach pains in the wee hours of Sunday morning, I tossed and turned in bed and decided to stare with unblinking wide eyes at KS. After a couple of seconds, his eyes opened from a slit to a wide-eyed shock. He got such fright!
At least I wasn't the only one to toss and turn after that. Ah, the power of a stare.
At least I wasn't the only one to toss and turn after that. Ah, the power of a stare.
Fish Curry
Last Saturday, KS and I decided to stay home and "clean" up the house. I tackled the portion filled with my stuff from PJ (yup, it's still lying there in the living room) while he cleared the spare room to the store room and kitchen.
Quietly passing time, I sifted through all my old stuff, pausing to read cards, look at photos when suddenly there was a yell from the kitchen. Hurriedly getting up, I shouted back "What?!" when it hit me, the waft of the most putrid gas I'd ever inhaled.
Stunned for half a second, I rushed in to see KS gagging while holding a large pot over the sink. I looked at the pot and knew just what it was.
You see, two (2) weeks ago, my sis came over and cooked fish curry in that pot.
We often leave pots on the stove after cleaning them so it wasn't out of place and neither did it stink. We had to take it out to the garden in the open air, pour the contents into a plastic bag and filled the pot with water. The maggots frantically jumped around trying to escape but they somehow drowned in the end. The pot cover was also crawling with them with this strange tomato-like seeds stuck on the cover. The water just wouldn't flush it away.
We won't be eating fish curry anytime soon.
Quietly passing time, I sifted through all my old stuff, pausing to read cards, look at photos when suddenly there was a yell from the kitchen. Hurriedly getting up, I shouted back "What?!" when it hit me, the waft of the most putrid gas I'd ever inhaled.
Stunned for half a second, I rushed in to see KS gagging while holding a large pot over the sink. I looked at the pot and knew just what it was.
You see, two (2) weeks ago, my sis came over and cooked fish curry in that pot.
We often leave pots on the stove after cleaning them so it wasn't out of place and neither did it stink. We had to take it out to the garden in the open air, pour the contents into a plastic bag and filled the pot with water. The maggots frantically jumped around trying to escape but they somehow drowned in the end. The pot cover was also crawling with them with this strange tomato-like seeds stuck on the cover. The water just wouldn't flush it away.
We won't be eating fish curry anytime soon.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Glutton Square
Last weekend, I happened to go to PJ Old Town and was crossing the pedestrian bridge from the bus stop when I saw it - the Glutton Square. A flood of memories came back, transporting me back to the time when I was hardly a todler.
My parents used to frequent it when we were still staying in PJ. The hokkien mee there was one of the best, according to my dad. Even when we shifted to Alor Star, we would make our way to this place all the way from KL when we visited my grandparents.
I still remember the acrid smells of the morning market (where we parked our car), as the cracked cement floors pooled murky liquid from meats and fish, butchered there in the morning. Some sections had trampled vegetables lining the floor as we tip-toed our way through the market and into the square.
And the reason why we stopped eating there was that it started getting expensive plus the standard started to fall. So to the dismay of my parents, they had to sadly give Glutton Square a miss and unearth another place where we could eat good hokkien mee.
And so, seeing the place nearly brought tears to my eyes, for the long ago held memories that I never knew existed somewhere tucked in my mind.
We now have several places where we eat hokkien mee as a family around PJ whenever Mum and Dad comes down. Times to treasure, indeed.
My parents used to frequent it when we were still staying in PJ. The hokkien mee there was one of the best, according to my dad. Even when we shifted to Alor Star, we would make our way to this place all the way from KL when we visited my grandparents.
I still remember the acrid smells of the morning market (where we parked our car), as the cracked cement floors pooled murky liquid from meats and fish, butchered there in the morning. Some sections had trampled vegetables lining the floor as we tip-toed our way through the market and into the square.
And the reason why we stopped eating there was that it started getting expensive plus the standard started to fall. So to the dismay of my parents, they had to sadly give Glutton Square a miss and unearth another place where we could eat good hokkien mee.
And so, seeing the place nearly brought tears to my eyes, for the long ago held memories that I never knew existed somewhere tucked in my mind.
We now have several places where we eat hokkien mee as a family around PJ whenever Mum and Dad comes down. Times to treasure, indeed.
2 Pants
On Monday, after my morning shower, I attempted to slip on my office trousers and found that the button was straining and threatening to explode the seams that are feebly holding it together. So I had to take them off and wear my hipsters from Dorothy Perkins which, thank God, fitted (snugly).
I realised I could do two things:
1. Execise frantically and hope the lower part of my body will comply to the strains I will put it through.
2. Shop for new clothes.
Guess which one I decided on.
So there I was, paying up for my new Dorothy Perkins pants, feeling guilty for being fat and spending. Then there came an sms from a friend who excitedly told me she just bought a new pair of jeans because she has lost weight!
Perhaps option 1 is no longer going to be avoided. I will exercise this weekend, I WILL. Right after I bake cheese cookies.
I realised I could do two things:
1. Execise frantically and hope the lower part of my body will comply to the strains I will put it through.
2. Shop for new clothes.
Guess which one I decided on.
So there I was, paying up for my new Dorothy Perkins pants, feeling guilty for being fat and spending. Then there came an sms from a friend who excitedly told me she just bought a new pair of jeans because she has lost weight!
Perhaps option 1 is no longer going to be avoided. I will exercise this weekend, I WILL. Right after I bake cheese cookies.
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