Thursday, January 28, 2010
Have you Woohoo-ed yet?
my fm has been promoting their CNY comedy for weeks. Being an ardent supporter of locally produced movies, I was looking forward to catching the show before I leave for Sydney. I tried for a few days and yesterday, finally, I was given the opportunity.
The opening credits were attractive. It gave a very CNY feel with the bright red backdrop. The animation was so cute - loved the little lion prancing about the sakura trees. I was anticipating a good show even more.
The director could not have chosen a better character for Ah Beng, the 'jobless security guard'. It is as if Jack Lim aka Lam Tuck Weng of the Sunshine Show on my fm was cut out exactly for that role. His facial expressions, the slang and high-pitched voice... what a combo!
Jason aka Ah Xian played the char kuay teow guy. So befitting, I thought. I mean, he is the host for a culinary program on Astro after all. His name goes hand in hand with food.
Of course, the other characters in the show were great, too, but somehow, these two created deeper impressions in my mind.
To me, the whole show was a job well done. With minimal financial support (Dad heard that the cow in the show got paid more than Jason), the cast and crew managed to pull off quite a feat. I thought it was very Yasmin Ahmad style but of course, credit goes to Director Chiu for making it personal.
I don't think the comedic part of the movie is the part that is making it popular. Instead, I feel that it is the intimate connection that we, the audience, feel. Why? Well, it was shot locally in Kuantan so we get local scenes of the beach, a kampung, a fishing village, of children running around barefooted. Also, the language used throughout the movie was the familiar language of Malaysia - a campur of everything. Mainly in Mandarin, it also had Cantonese, Hokkien, Hakka, Malay and English. On top of that, there were the familiar faces and voices of the my fm deejays and Astro presenters.
Personally, I thought the best element of the movie was the heart-warming messages it was trying to get across to the audience - filial piety, humility and appreciation. There were parts of the show that made the audience totally silent with emotion. Darn, even I had tears rolling down my cheeks during the scene where one of the four little girls begged the three KL lads to stay. And, there was also the part where the grandfather's face was a whole picture of disappointment when money was made into a bigger issue than tradition.
The movie reminded me of what our society is becoming, or has become. The competitiveness and harsh expectations of life are hurdles that every member of the society struggles to overcome. Some does it better than others. But different people attach different meanings to how they do 'better' than others. Yes, you may earn more money and are able to spend your family to overseas trips and all but hey, do you do it to show others or do you do it because you really want to reciprocate the sacrifices made by your family?
So many of us aim high not knowing why. We get so caught up in the rat race that all we do is for the sake of doing. True meaning? Tak tau. This movie reminded me of the adage: where there's a will, there's a way. This applies to everything that we do, no matter how hard or how simple. It could be something like buying over a multi-million dollar company or selling char kuay teow. It could be starting a family or it could be talking to refugees once a week. All it takes is to put your heart into what you do, a passionate heart. Slowly, but surely, you will find your way through the thicket and out into the open pastures.
So, have you Woohoo-ed yet? My suggestion is, if you have not, you should. Support the local movie scene, support the charity organisations that proceeds of the ticket sales go to. Support and practice the never-say-die spirit that the movie promotes.
Don't tell me you don't have the time and money. I know you have plenty of both because you have time to sit at Starbucks for hours chatting about God knows what over coffee that costs more than one movie ticket.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Meeting
The first is something like a fish. When you touch the fish, you can't resist the fishy smell. It smells bad. When you meet someone whom you never want to see again, this is a fishy meeting.
The second is something like a flower. It is a beauty that releases a pleasant fragrance. But it withers away in time. This second kind of meeting is very attractive but it cannot last for a very long time.
The third meeting is something like a handkerchief. It wipes away your sweat in tough times, and your tears in moments of sorrow. The third kind of meeting is always at hand and it lends a hand when in need.
The second is something like a flower. It is a beauty that releases a pleasant fragrance. But it withers away in time. This second kind of meeting is very attractive but it cannot last for a very long time.
The third meeting is something like a handkerchief. It wipes away your sweat in tough times, and your tears in moments of sorrow. The third kind of meeting is always at hand and it lends a hand when in need.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Life #5
I had totally forgotten that I had participated in the Give A Gift Of Life campaign organised by WWF Malaysia. I also signed a petition that was set up with a target of collecting 100,000 signatures by June 2009 to call upon our government to review and amend the Protection of Wild Life Act 1972.

I just received a call from a PJ number I do not recognise. The caller was a man of Indian descent who was calling for this purpose:
To thank me for supporting their campaign and for being a consistent donor of WWF Malaysia and Australia.
Wow, I did not know that donating monthly to NGOs could feel this good with just one phone call. And it took only 2 minutes.

I just received a call from a PJ number I do not recognise. The caller was a man of Indian descent who was calling for this purpose:
To thank me for supporting their campaign and for being a consistent donor of WWF Malaysia and Australia.
Wow, I did not know that donating monthly to NGOs could feel this good with just one phone call. And it took only 2 minutes.
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Life #4
As the young ones settled into their evening routine, the teacher sat them in a circle on the floor. She took a rubber tiger model out of the box and asked them if they knew what it was. Big starry eyes stared at it. No one replied.
The teacher asked again. One young one gave this reply:
Meow meow!
The teacher asked again. One young one gave this reply:
Meow meow!
Sunday, January 03, 2010
One more
One year gone
One more to come
What will the new one bring?
More questions
More doubts
More answers, haha, well, we'll see
Old memories
Old scars
Old teachings to usher the new
New paths
New discoveries
New life in the making
Goodbye old nine
Hello new ten
Glad to be your friend
One more
Yet one more
More to fill up
our inner core
One more to come
What will the new one bring?
More questions
More doubts
More answers, haha, well, we'll see
Old memories
Old scars
Old teachings to usher the new
New paths
New discoveries
New life in the making
Goodbye old nine
Hello new ten
Glad to be your friend
One more
Yet one more
More to fill up
our inner core
Saturday, December 19, 2009
When the going gets tough...
Definition of tough varies from person to person. For a taufu like me, tough means different things at different times, for different circumstances. In fact, I personally do not like using the term 'tough'. It has a negative ring to it, don't you think?
To me, everything we do feels tough when we do not want to do it. Just think about it. When we have set our minds not to do something, even the simplest things will feel tough. On the contrary, the hardest things will become easy when we have told ourselves that yes, I will willingly do it.
It is a mind game. It is a psychological hurdle that we have to jump across.
So when from the outside, we seem like we are not grasping our own situation, most people would assume that we are roughing it out. Yes, the going is getting tough for her, eh? My, she must be struggling to pull herself together. But hey, wait a minute. Does she FEEL like she is having a tough time?
Let us look at the other end of the spectrum. He seems like he is level-headed, like he has everything under his control. He seems to be having a ball of a time. Yup, life is easy for him. But wait, is it really? Does he FEEL like the going is great?
It may show more on some people than others. Some people may seem like they are not in control of their own life more than others. Some may seem like they know where they will be in the next 20 years. But before you jump to conclusions, think: perhaps this is the way they have chosen to take to their destination? Okay, it may be a tad different from the path you have chosen but who are you to say that they are wrong or right?
Yes, you have every right to tell them your piece of mind. But when they are totally confused of their own situation, I think it would suffice to just shut up and provide some emotional support.
After all, when the going gets tough, it is not necessary that only the tough gets you going. We are individuals with different genetic setups so be flexible with each other.
For me, when the going gets tough, I remind myself that there is always a box of chocolate waiting to be consumed...
To me, everything we do feels tough when we do not want to do it. Just think about it. When we have set our minds not to do something, even the simplest things will feel tough. On the contrary, the hardest things will become easy when we have told ourselves that yes, I will willingly do it.
It is a mind game. It is a psychological hurdle that we have to jump across.
So when from the outside, we seem like we are not grasping our own situation, most people would assume that we are roughing it out. Yes, the going is getting tough for her, eh? My, she must be struggling to pull herself together. But hey, wait a minute. Does she FEEL like she is having a tough time?
Let us look at the other end of the spectrum. He seems like he is level-headed, like he has everything under his control. He seems to be having a ball of a time. Yup, life is easy for him. But wait, is it really? Does he FEEL like the going is great?
It may show more on some people than others. Some people may seem like they are not in control of their own life more than others. Some may seem like they know where they will be in the next 20 years. But before you jump to conclusions, think: perhaps this is the way they have chosen to take to their destination? Okay, it may be a tad different from the path you have chosen but who are you to say that they are wrong or right?
Yes, you have every right to tell them your piece of mind. But when they are totally confused of their own situation, I think it would suffice to just shut up and provide some emotional support.
After all, when the going gets tough, it is not necessary that only the tough gets you going. We are individuals with different genetic setups so be flexible with each other.
For me, when the going gets tough, I remind myself that there is always a box of chocolate waiting to be consumed...
Sunday, December 06, 2009
Wholeness again....
In less than 12 hours, my family will be like a family again - my baby brother will be home! The last time we were together as a family unit was during CNY. Since I wouldn't be around for CNY next year, hm, I guess it's like an early reunion for us.
I really am looking forward to his return, as I've not lived under the same roof as he for periods of longer than 2 weeks for a long time. Hopefully, I'd get about a month this time around before I leave for Sydney once again. Well, hm, I'd better not set my expectations too high, as he and I would have plans for the remainder of the year. You see, we are both social butterflies and the home is more like a hotel other than the times when I have to help with stuff from work and argh, work on my proposal.
He touches down early tomorrow morning and by mid-day, he'd be in another town attending some function. And yes, some of you are laughing already because you guys know that he's going to drive the Toyota away! ARGH! Okay, let's all pray that when i drive the Merc, it will behave itself. Otherwise, all of you would have to come to this traffic maze of a sleepy hollow to take me out for drinks, makan, shopping and movies.
Get the hint?
I really am looking forward to his return, as I've not lived under the same roof as he for periods of longer than 2 weeks for a long time. Hopefully, I'd get about a month this time around before I leave for Sydney once again. Well, hm, I'd better not set my expectations too high, as he and I would have plans for the remainder of the year. You see, we are both social butterflies and the home is more like a hotel other than the times when I have to help with stuff from work and argh, work on my proposal.
He touches down early tomorrow morning and by mid-day, he'd be in another town attending some function. And yes, some of you are laughing already because you guys know that he's going to drive the Toyota away! ARGH! Okay, let's all pray that when i drive the Merc, it will behave itself. Otherwise, all of you would have to come to this traffic maze of a sleepy hollow to take me out for drinks, makan, shopping and movies.
Get the hint?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
A November to remember
Plenty of happenings at school - Children's Day and the biggest event on our calendar, the Concert and Graduation, which was last night. I had a ball of a time and judging from the response of the parents, it looked and sounded like they enjoyed themselves, too. The children put up a great show this year and I am so proud of them!
Global warming seems to have made itself comfortable in recent months and more so during the eleventh month of the year. While it is blistering hot in the morning, it would be dogs and cats at noon and sunny again at 4pm. It's a wonder how the children at our centre are still well and healthy, not to mention us teachers, too.
Well, I'm down with yet another bout of cough and flu - a real bad one this time.
Weather is just one of the few things that made this month special. There were more reason, one of which was the little reunion with Mei Ann.
It was great to see her all lady-like and grown-up. I say grown-up because I felt like I was sort of stuck in the era of polo t-shirts and mini jeans skirts. It was great to hear that she did not bring her angmoh accent back to KL (I really dislike how some people feel that having spent 5 years abroad means needing to sound like they grew up there). With two years to go, we can officially call her Dr Choong!
I love reunions, no matter how often or rare they happen, with whoever. I love them because I get to reconnect with the people who has had a big share in helping to shape the person I am today. Friends, when you think about it, who can live without them despite all their imperfections?
Also, this month was when I found a new friend and fashion consultant in a young Penangite chap.

Introduced by a friend I made over half a year ago (who unlike him, is totally hopeless when shopping is concerned), he is a delight to be with. Maybe it is because of his 'younger' taste and happy-go-lucky nature. Or perhaps it is how both of us enjoy jabbering so much. But it is definitely due to how he gives his share on the clothes I choose to buy. For someone who did not finish high school, he is well-versed on a variety of other topics - take my hat off to him.
Of course, November is special because I was born on its 19th day.
With wishes from near and far, it was one day my phone would not stop vibrating. I celebrated my 26th year in existence over a meal at Sushi Zanmai with 3 crazy women. I also marked the occasion by collecting the album of photos from the studio.
November, ah... if only every month was a November month...
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Raindrops, rain storms
Pitter patter pitter pat
See the raindrops come
Falling one by one
How many raindrops make a stop?
One little raindrop?
No, no, no
Two little raindrops?
No, no, no
Three little raindrops?
No, no, no
Millions of raindrops make a stop!
Millions of raindrops make a stop!
Pitter patter pitter pat
See the raindrops come
Falling one by one
Well, it was more than pitter patter on Thursday afternoon. I would call it torrential rain. The children loved watching the plants outside the window bow down in command of the fierce wind. The teachers, on the other hand, miserably wailed as the wetness prevented them from making their way over to the other side to clock out. I, was absorbing the atmosphere to my heart's content.
We thought we saw a tornado at one point. Sheesh, scary.
For some reason, I was not worried about my internet connection. I did not bother turning the modem off. Neither was I bothered turning the computer off (the CCTV adapters are easily affected by lightning). I just continued doing what I was doing.
One of the many tasks I was carrying out at the time was talk on MSN with a dear friend who is in Sydney. He is one whom I would describe as sweet, caring, responsible, funny, lame at times, and serious when he needs to be. Okay, so, I put my MSN PM as "It is raining VERY HEAVILY" and this was his first message:
=.=''
Wah, where the hell did you learn to talk like that?!?!?!?!?!?
Sweet talk or not, like the smell and sound of the rainstorm outside my window, it brings a sense of warmth.
Pitter patter pitter pat....
See the raindrops come
Falling one by one
How many raindrops make a stop?
One little raindrop?
No, no, no
Two little raindrops?
No, no, no
Three little raindrops?
No, no, no
Millions of raindrops make a stop!
Millions of raindrops make a stop!
Pitter patter pitter pat
See the raindrops come
Falling one by one
Well, it was more than pitter patter on Thursday afternoon. I would call it torrential rain. The children loved watching the plants outside the window bow down in command of the fierce wind. The teachers, on the other hand, miserably wailed as the wetness prevented them from making their way over to the other side to clock out. I, was absorbing the atmosphere to my heart's content.
We thought we saw a tornado at one point. Sheesh, scary.
For some reason, I was not worried about my internet connection. I did not bother turning the modem off. Neither was I bothered turning the computer off (the CCTV adapters are easily affected by lightning). I just continued doing what I was doing.
One of the many tasks I was carrying out at the time was talk on MSN with a dear friend who is in Sydney. He is one whom I would describe as sweet, caring, responsible, funny, lame at times, and serious when he needs to be. Okay, so, I put my MSN PM as "It is raining VERY HEAVILY" and this was his first message:
Raining heavily is good. Similar to here, where you are showered much love and care. The heavier the rain, the more the raindrops that shows how much I miss you...
=.=''
Wah, where the hell did you learn to talk like that?!?!?!?!?!?
Sweet talk or not, like the smell and sound of the rainstorm outside my window, it brings a sense of warmth.
Pitter patter pitter pat....
Saturday, October 24, 2009
独一无二专属的特别
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
6 weeks worth of thank yous
My momentum did not return automatically. It took me at least 2 weeks to get it back - in my reading and writing. I finally understood how much pressure Mum went through while doing her disability course. I was seriously thinking: Do I really want to do this? It will be a long, difficult road to traverse but if I do not do it now, when will I?
It was definitely good to meet up with Emma and Manjula personally. It gave me more confidence, more sense of security. They made it sound like yes, it is hard but not that hard. It is a matter of keeping to your deadlines. Deadlines - since when do I work well with those?
It was not all work. I managed to squeeze in some time to enjoy myself, as well, which brings me to the essence of this post: to extend my thanks to the people I know here in Sydney....
Jenny, thank you for approving my application for PR at your George Street house. It is my official vacation home. Thank you for all the fun events. Thank you for coming all the way to my place to teman me when I was sick and depressed. Stay strong and you know we are always here for you.
Auds, thank you for just being around. You are always one I can count on to share a car with to go on impromptu roadtrips and expeditions. Thank you for going everywhere and anywhere with me in search of good food. Thank you for listening to things that you were not willing to. I will be praying for a smooth interview for you.
Xin Wen, thank you for your lovely sofabed, your healthy breakfasts and all the girly pillow talks in your room. I am glad that you and Justin survived till today because I believe that despite everything, with your determination and commitment, it will work.
Angeline and Chee Sing, thank you for spending time with me. You guys even came all the way up north just to spend extra time with me. How touching...... Thank you for the random times I crashed uninvited at your place.
Shaun, thank you for borrowing me your scanner. Thank you for your kitchen and letting Auds and I shower at your place. Thank you for keeping my letters. I promise I will get my furniture out of the place as soon as I find a new place. Hope the issue with the agent gets settled soon.
Jona, thank you for just being you. I love how you never fail to lighten up situations. Thank you for your willingness to drive us girls around.
Justin, thank you for letting me crash at your place so frequently. Thank you for all the free meals. Thank you for bringing me out to parks. I will be praying for your company.
Yu Sheng, thank you for the words of wisdom on choosing to continue studying. I will look to you for inspiration when the time comes.
Miow, thank you for attending the functions I have organised. I always enjoy your stories.
Nic, thank you for letting Jenny and I come up to your house unannounced. Thank you for that packet of Indomie.
Melvin, thank you for attending every dinner I have organised. It is nice to know that you bother to make time for me.
Michael, thank you SO MUCH for helping with the booking of Cargo Bar. Thank you for entertaining me over the phone. Look forward to next year...
Edison, thank you for walking me back to Chippendale. Thank you for understanding my 'emo-ness'.
Wilson, Vanessa, Ee Wing, Tze Xian, Kelvin, Kevin, Girish, Charmaine, Ananda; it was great geting to know you guys. Wish I had more time.
It was definitely good to meet up with Emma and Manjula personally. It gave me more confidence, more sense of security. They made it sound like yes, it is hard but not that hard. It is a matter of keeping to your deadlines. Deadlines - since when do I work well with those?
It was not all work. I managed to squeeze in some time to enjoy myself, as well, which brings me to the essence of this post: to extend my thanks to the people I know here in Sydney....
Jenny, thank you for approving my application for PR at your George Street house. It is my official vacation home. Thank you for all the fun events. Thank you for coming all the way to my place to teman me when I was sick and depressed. Stay strong and you know we are always here for you.
Auds, thank you for just being around. You are always one I can count on to share a car with to go on impromptu roadtrips and expeditions. Thank you for going everywhere and anywhere with me in search of good food. Thank you for listening to things that you were not willing to. I will be praying for a smooth interview for you.
Xin Wen, thank you for your lovely sofabed, your healthy breakfasts and all the girly pillow talks in your room. I am glad that you and Justin survived till today because I believe that despite everything, with your determination and commitment, it will work.
Angeline and Chee Sing, thank you for spending time with me. You guys even came all the way up north just to spend extra time with me. How touching...... Thank you for the random times I crashed uninvited at your place.
Shaun, thank you for borrowing me your scanner. Thank you for your kitchen and letting Auds and I shower at your place. Thank you for keeping my letters. I promise I will get my furniture out of the place as soon as I find a new place. Hope the issue with the agent gets settled soon.
Jona, thank you for just being you. I love how you never fail to lighten up situations. Thank you for your willingness to drive us girls around.
Justin, thank you for letting me crash at your place so frequently. Thank you for all the free meals. Thank you for bringing me out to parks. I will be praying for your company.
Yu Sheng, thank you for the words of wisdom on choosing to continue studying. I will look to you for inspiration when the time comes.
Miow, thank you for attending the functions I have organised. I always enjoy your stories.
Nic, thank you for letting Jenny and I come up to your house unannounced. Thank you for that packet of Indomie.
Melvin, thank you for attending every dinner I have organised. It is nice to know that you bother to make time for me.
Michael, thank you SO MUCH for helping with the booking of Cargo Bar. Thank you for entertaining me over the phone. Look forward to next year...
Edison, thank you for walking me back to Chippendale. Thank you for understanding my 'emo-ness'.
Wilson, Vanessa, Ee Wing, Tze Xian, Kelvin, Kevin, Girish, Charmaine, Ananda; it was great geting to know you guys. Wish I had more time.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
山脚下男孩-月亮圆
Okay, I know it is a tad too early for this and this music video is a little old but.......
Happy Midautumn Festival, everyone!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Graduation memories
Well, it depends on which aspect of 'life' you are directing this question at. If you are asking about the moments directly after the graduation ceremony, then it is more or less standard practice to do most of the following:
With your clumsy graduation robe and bouquets of flowers, you run around the ceremony grounds chasing after lecturers and 'important-looking-people' to take photos with them. In doing so, your friends chase after you to take photos with you.
Your family members would be on a photo-shooting spree, candidly snapping your every movement and expression. Then, depending on whether your family is the portrait kind of family, you would proceed to take professional family portraits that would cost you the sky.
You would then have a celebratory meal with your family. Perhaps, another meal with friends.
Then, the most enjoyable (and painful) part - the after party.
I had the privilege to relive all these happy moments yesterday when Han Wei graduated with his degree.

It was so delightful to have been there to witness the glowing pride of his family members. It was great to see the old DLC guys, too - Daniel,

Wei Foo

and Albert.

It was also eye-opening to see how drunk Han Wei was at night.
The 5/10 finger game and a free-flow of beer DO NOT go together.

Man, the amount of alcohol guzzled down at the rate they were going last night, we were lucky not everyone became as knocked out as he was. Wei Foo and Susan had a challenge going on, too, whereby if Foo got drunk first, he would have to make out with a guy and vice versa.
I, on the other hand, had a very sober night. So sober that I had to drive out to buy some Macca for supper, as I was starving!
Oh, and if after the drinks you still do not feel like sleeping, there would normally be another round of drinking at home. Either that or cards. For us (Wei Foo, Daniel, Susan and myself), we played Big 2. Well, Susan changed it to Strip Big 2 so the two boys went to their rooms to put on as many things as they could. It was hilarious! Susan had three of Foo's sweaters on while Daniel put two on, as well as socks and shoes!

It was great hanging out with them - reminded me of the carefree times in college all those years ago, which were filled with plenty of laughter. Foo insisted on walking us to the junction (so he could' offer' himself to the dogs first to 'protect' us from rabies). Still sweet, nevertheless.
The most exciting part of the night would have to be the part where I could not let myself in to my own room. Not funny. I kept swiping the card to no reaction from the door! It was so humiliating to call the RA on duty at four-freaking-A.M. to open my door for me! Even she had to try for 5 minutes before the door could read her card...
It sure was a long day. A long day of robes, drinks, cards and fish tofu.

So, someone please tell me why is it that I still woke up at 8 this morning!?!?!?!?!?!
With your clumsy graduation robe and bouquets of flowers, you run around the ceremony grounds chasing after lecturers and 'important-looking-people' to take photos with them. In doing so, your friends chase after you to take photos with you.
Your family members would be on a photo-shooting spree, candidly snapping your every movement and expression. Then, depending on whether your family is the portrait kind of family, you would proceed to take professional family portraits that would cost you the sky.
You would then have a celebratory meal with your family. Perhaps, another meal with friends.
Then, the most enjoyable (and painful) part - the after party.
I had the privilege to relive all these happy moments yesterday when Han Wei graduated with his degree.

It was so delightful to have been there to witness the glowing pride of his family members. It was great to see the old DLC guys, too - Daniel,

Wei Foo

and Albert.

It was also eye-opening to see how drunk Han Wei was at night.
The 5/10 finger game and a free-flow of beer DO NOT go together.

Man, the amount of alcohol guzzled down at the rate they were going last night, we were lucky not everyone became as knocked out as he was. Wei Foo and Susan had a challenge going on, too, whereby if Foo got drunk first, he would have to make out with a guy and vice versa.
I, on the other hand, had a very sober night. So sober that I had to drive out to buy some Macca for supper, as I was starving!
Oh, and if after the drinks you still do not feel like sleeping, there would normally be another round of drinking at home. Either that or cards. For us (Wei Foo, Daniel, Susan and myself), we played Big 2. Well, Susan changed it to Strip Big 2 so the two boys went to their rooms to put on as many things as they could. It was hilarious! Susan had three of Foo's sweaters on while Daniel put two on, as well as socks and shoes!
It was great hanging out with them - reminded me of the carefree times in college all those years ago, which were filled with plenty of laughter. Foo insisted on walking us to the junction (so he could' offer' himself to the dogs first to 'protect' us from rabies). Still sweet, nevertheless.
The most exciting part of the night would have to be the part where I could not let myself in to my own room. Not funny. I kept swiping the card to no reaction from the door! It was so humiliating to call the RA on duty at four-freaking-A.M. to open my door for me! Even she had to try for 5 minutes before the door could read her card...
It sure was a long day. A long day of robes, drinks, cards and fish tofu.

So, someone please tell me why is it that I still woke up at 8 this morning!?!?!?!?!?!
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Back in college
Don't think I've ever mentioned to many of you guys that I spent my first 18 months Down Under in a residential college. No? Okay, let me briefly go through my time here..
It was in the month of July, 2003 that I moved into Dunmore Lang College as a resident student. My room, 437, was situated up in what they termed the Nunnery, as it was an all-girls floor. I had a sizable room, one that was bigger than normal rooms as it was in the corner and was actually meant for resident tutors. I had a view of the new wing and would poke my head out of the window every time I spotted a familiar face walk past.
I made many friends during my stay in college. Most of them were - no surprise here - Malaysians. However, they were from various parts of Malaysia and the majority of them were from up north. Hence, my understanding of Hokkien improved while we enjoyed our time teaching Manglish to other non-Malaysian friends.
One girl I was particularly close to was Jennie from Hong Kong. We shared the same wall for a year and I always had free karaoke sessions due to the thin walls! Sometimes, I had to knock the wall to indicate to her to keep her singing down! Haha, it was great having her around as she would come and check on me once in a while to see what I was doing, go for meals together with me or just for nothing. She learnt quite a few Hokkien and Malay words and she even sounded Malaysian sometimes!
Daniel was a fellow Malaysian from Sungai Petani I was comfy with, too. I used to head over to his room in the evenings to watch movies, to chat, to grumble or just to do nothing. Sometimes, he would ask me to help him with his assignments, which I still don't understand how I managed to as he was an actuarial student while I, an early childhood one. If he had classes in the afternoon, he would come over to my room just to check on me. I remember a few times when I was napping, he would pull the covers down slightly so my head would not be totally covered. He also checked on me whenever he knew that I was not feeling well.
Good memories, definitely. The nights when the drunk Dungeon boys would run around the whole college knocking on everybody's doors, the craziness of Conception Day, the camaraderie of the students, the feeling of belonging to a group of students.
I am now back here. Not as a student, but as a guest. I am now in a Corporate Ensuite in the new wing, which is more or less like a hotel room on its own. Well, motel la, not hotel la. Unlike before when we used the communal bathroom, I now have my own. I even have my own fridge and television, luxuries we students were allowed only after our 2nd year. I think the sound-proofing over in the new wing is much better, as I did not hear anything throughout the entire night. Either that or most of the students have moved out for the holidays or I was too tired to notice.
New or old wing, it feels good to be back. It feels a little weird, though, as although there is a feeling of familiarity, there is also a sense of novelty. The reception is now in the Almgren Centre, no longer in the old wing. We now do not need to pre-pay for internet access - everything is wireless now. I wonder if the food is still the same, though.
I will take pictures soon so make sure you keep an eye out for them in Facebook!
It was in the month of July, 2003 that I moved into Dunmore Lang College as a resident student. My room, 437, was situated up in what they termed the Nunnery, as it was an all-girls floor. I had a sizable room, one that was bigger than normal rooms as it was in the corner and was actually meant for resident tutors. I had a view of the new wing and would poke my head out of the window every time I spotted a familiar face walk past.
I made many friends during my stay in college. Most of them were - no surprise here - Malaysians. However, they were from various parts of Malaysia and the majority of them were from up north. Hence, my understanding of Hokkien improved while we enjoyed our time teaching Manglish to other non-Malaysian friends.
One girl I was particularly close to was Jennie from Hong Kong. We shared the same wall for a year and I always had free karaoke sessions due to the thin walls! Sometimes, I had to knock the wall to indicate to her to keep her singing down! Haha, it was great having her around as she would come and check on me once in a while to see what I was doing, go for meals together with me or just for nothing. She learnt quite a few Hokkien and Malay words and she even sounded Malaysian sometimes!
Daniel was a fellow Malaysian from Sungai Petani I was comfy with, too. I used to head over to his room in the evenings to watch movies, to chat, to grumble or just to do nothing. Sometimes, he would ask me to help him with his assignments, which I still don't understand how I managed to as he was an actuarial student while I, an early childhood one. If he had classes in the afternoon, he would come over to my room just to check on me. I remember a few times when I was napping, he would pull the covers down slightly so my head would not be totally covered. He also checked on me whenever he knew that I was not feeling well.
Good memories, definitely. The nights when the drunk Dungeon boys would run around the whole college knocking on everybody's doors, the craziness of Conception Day, the camaraderie of the students, the feeling of belonging to a group of students.
I am now back here. Not as a student, but as a guest. I am now in a Corporate Ensuite in the new wing, which is more or less like a hotel room on its own. Well, motel la, not hotel la. Unlike before when we used the communal bathroom, I now have my own. I even have my own fridge and television, luxuries we students were allowed only after our 2nd year. I think the sound-proofing over in the new wing is much better, as I did not hear anything throughout the entire night. Either that or most of the students have moved out for the holidays or I was too tired to notice.
New or old wing, it feels good to be back. It feels a little weird, though, as although there is a feeling of familiarity, there is also a sense of novelty. The reception is now in the Almgren Centre, no longer in the old wing. We now do not need to pre-pay for internet access - everything is wireless now. I wonder if the food is still the same, though.
I will take pictures soon so make sure you keep an eye out for them in Facebook!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Random #1
today
tomorrow
to stay
to go
thinking
feeling
shoulds and should nots
what will happen
no one knows
so step up
take the blows
your life
your say
your take
play it your way
today
tomorrow
what difference is there
if it is full of sorrow
life to the fullest
in all its truth
really is made real
by one person - you
tomorrow
to stay
to go
thinking
feeling
shoulds and should nots
what will happen
no one knows
so step up
take the blows
your life
your say
your take
play it your way
today
tomorrow
what difference is there
if it is full of sorrow
life to the fullest
in all its truth
really is made real
by one person - you
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Kindness is still here
By Petra Gimbad
I've been taking the bus from Brickfields to make my way home. For those not in the know, it's a predominantly Indian area located in Kuala Lumpur. I love it for its vegetarian food, temples, courageous Catholic priests and old buildings and trees.
It's also a haven for this budding photographer. My photography skills are seriously of shit quality. Snap anything in Brickfields, however, and you're bound to take something good. The last two days I've been zooming in on this wizened Chinese man (a contrast against the district's mainly Indian population) who rummages through garbage for aluminium cans and bottles to sell for income.
Yesterday he was alone. Today he had a friend, which may explain why he carried twice as much, in plastic bags.
Tonight I took the bus home and was touched by four acts of kindness.
The first: a blind man was helped onto the bus by a woman whom I initially took to be his niece. I realised she wasn't when he sat alone.
The second: I sat beside the man and asked where he was going so that I could press the bell when it came to his destination. The woman beside me, smiling, said not to worry - they were getting off at the same stop.
The blind man was Chinese. The woman who looked after him was Malay.
The third: an old woman - you know the kind, skinny and really elderly - she dropped her bags. She tried to pick them up as the bus swung and almost rammed into the door. A young girl grabbed her so she didn't fall.
The woman was Chinese. The young girl was Malay or one of the illegal immigrants you see around - I suspect Myanmarese or Indonesian.
The fourth: the bus stopped at a location I didn't recognise. It was not a bus stop and I wondered why. Then I realised: it was smack in front of a flight of stairs leading down to an impoverished group of flats. The bus driver, bless him, stopped where it was secure for its residents to climb down and make their way home.
I was touched. This has been a good night, and to be able to see these things, I feel truly blessed.
PS: It struck for a moment that had I stayed to do law, I may have never taken the bus. I would be in New Zealand or I'll be taking taxis or driving. Now that I have the time and my pocket money is rather limited, the 45 minute wait for the bus it is.
But as you can see, it is so, so, so, much well worth the wait. xx
I've been taking the bus from Brickfields to make my way home. For those not in the know, it's a predominantly Indian area located in Kuala Lumpur. I love it for its vegetarian food, temples, courageous Catholic priests and old buildings and trees.
It's also a haven for this budding photographer. My photography skills are seriously of shit quality. Snap anything in Brickfields, however, and you're bound to take something good. The last two days I've been zooming in on this wizened Chinese man (a contrast against the district's mainly Indian population) who rummages through garbage for aluminium cans and bottles to sell for income.
Yesterday he was alone. Today he had a friend, which may explain why he carried twice as much, in plastic bags.
Tonight I took the bus home and was touched by four acts of kindness.
The first: a blind man was helped onto the bus by a woman whom I initially took to be his niece. I realised she wasn't when he sat alone.
The second: I sat beside the man and asked where he was going so that I could press the bell when it came to his destination. The woman beside me, smiling, said not to worry - they were getting off at the same stop.
The blind man was Chinese. The woman who looked after him was Malay.
The third: an old woman - you know the kind, skinny and really elderly - she dropped her bags. She tried to pick them up as the bus swung and almost rammed into the door. A young girl grabbed her so she didn't fall.
The woman was Chinese. The young girl was Malay or one of the illegal immigrants you see around - I suspect Myanmarese or Indonesian.
The fourth: the bus stopped at a location I didn't recognise. It was not a bus stop and I wondered why. Then I realised: it was smack in front of a flight of stairs leading down to an impoverished group of flats. The bus driver, bless him, stopped where it was secure for its residents to climb down and make their way home.
I was touched. This has been a good night, and to be able to see these things, I feel truly blessed.
PS: It struck for a moment that had I stayed to do law, I may have never taken the bus. I would be in New Zealand or I'll be taking taxis or driving. Now that I have the time and my pocket money is rather limited, the 45 minute wait for the bus it is.
But as you can see, it is so, so, so, much well worth the wait. xx
Monday, September 07, 2009
Trying to settle in
Today is my 4th day back in Sydney. My take so far on things around here: nothing much has changed. Oh, well, maybe one or two buildings have disappeared la. Let's see if I can list some of them here...
> The Maccas at Darling Harbour has relocated.
> The beer factory opposite UTS has since been torn down.
> Shalom has opened a branch on Sussex Street. The Shalom in Broadway has upgraded.
> QVB went through refurbishments. They now have a glass roof that allows more natural light into the building, thus making the place feel wider.
> Macquarie University Station is now OPEN!
> There is this green bus called the CBD Shuttle that allows commuters to travel for FREE in the city.
> Oh, we MUST travel with a TravelTen during office hours.
> Michele's Pattisserie in Galleries Victoria is no longer Michele's. It is now a cafe called Couch.
> Mamak has expanded! They took over the shop next door and yet the queue is still as long!
> Jenny shifted the furniture in her room around to accommodate more stuff.
But it feels good to be back. Could not help smiling to myself while I was walking from Central, through the park, along the busy George Street to Jenny's place. Ah, of course, it was also the people I met up with that made it all the more worthwhile. So far, here's what I have done:
> Had brunch with Jenny at Pancakes on the Rock. Browsed through the flea market, as well, and got to know Yeak Ping Lian's sister who was manning her stall there.
> Walked all the way back from Circular Quay to Chinatown.
> Had dinner at Kura (yes, I finally get to eat my egg udon and yummy takoyaki!) with Angeline, Jenny, Diane and Melvin. Dessert was had at Lindt's Cafe over in Darling Harbour.
> Spent the night gossiping and updating each other at Jenny's.
> Went for yumcha (in this case, it was HK style yumcha = dimsum) at Palace Restaurant with Angeline and Chee Sing.
> Spent time chattering at Angeline's place until it was time to meet up with Edison at Fitzy's Cafe.
> Walked to the Quadrant and had dinner at Shalom with Edison, Jenny, Chee Sing, Angeline and Jia Lin, Edison's housemate and also Jenny's future neighbour.
> Did more walking from Broadway all the way back to Jenny's place.
I think I have still not converted back to Aussie timing, as I was tossing and turning in bed even at 12 midnight! I could not get myself to sleep at all! Gah, and the cold did not help, either! I mean, how do you get used to temperature half of that of where you were?
I will be meeting Emma in 1.5 hours. Hopefully, meeting her in person would clear some air on what will happen next year. Hm, wonder is XW is free for lunch.....
> The Maccas at Darling Harbour has relocated.
> The beer factory opposite UTS has since been torn down.
> Shalom has opened a branch on Sussex Street. The Shalom in Broadway has upgraded.
> QVB went through refurbishments. They now have a glass roof that allows more natural light into the building, thus making the place feel wider.
> Macquarie University Station is now OPEN!
> There is this green bus called the CBD Shuttle that allows commuters to travel for FREE in the city.
> Oh, we MUST travel with a TravelTen during office hours.
> Michele's Pattisserie in Galleries Victoria is no longer Michele's. It is now a cafe called Couch.
> Mamak has expanded! They took over the shop next door and yet the queue is still as long!
> Jenny shifted the furniture in her room around to accommodate more stuff.
But it feels good to be back. Could not help smiling to myself while I was walking from Central, through the park, along the busy George Street to Jenny's place. Ah, of course, it was also the people I met up with that made it all the more worthwhile. So far, here's what I have done:
> Had brunch with Jenny at Pancakes on the Rock. Browsed through the flea market, as well, and got to know Yeak Ping Lian's sister who was manning her stall there.
> Walked all the way back from Circular Quay to Chinatown.
> Had dinner at Kura (yes, I finally get to eat my egg udon and yummy takoyaki!) with Angeline, Jenny, Diane and Melvin. Dessert was had at Lindt's Cafe over in Darling Harbour.
> Spent the night gossiping and updating each other at Jenny's.
> Went for yumcha (in this case, it was HK style yumcha = dimsum) at Palace Restaurant with Angeline and Chee Sing.
> Spent time chattering at Angeline's place until it was time to meet up with Edison at Fitzy's Cafe.
> Walked to the Quadrant and had dinner at Shalom with Edison, Jenny, Chee Sing, Angeline and Jia Lin, Edison's housemate and also Jenny's future neighbour.
> Did more walking from Broadway all the way back to Jenny's place.
I think I have still not converted back to Aussie timing, as I was tossing and turning in bed even at 12 midnight! I could not get myself to sleep at all! Gah, and the cold did not help, either! I mean, how do you get used to temperature half of that of where you were?
I will be meeting Emma in 1.5 hours. Hopefully, meeting her in person would clear some air on what will happen next year. Hm, wonder is XW is free for lunch.....
Friday, September 04, 2009
Back Down Under
After 7 hours and 15 minutes of torture, I have finally landed on this massive piece of an island called Australia (yet again). I have rated this particular flight back to Kingsford Smith International Airport the worst in my 6 years of flying to Sydney. Why? Well, one big reason is due to it being a night flight. Another is, a Saudi Arabian baby boy of about a year old would not stop crying! The only time he stopped was when he managed to threaten his dad using his cries to stand up and rock him! Unbelievable!
Just imagine how sore my neck and how heavy my eyelids are right now.
To rub salt to the injury, my money went missing. I only realised that my green $100 note was missing from my purse when I was paying for my train ticket. I was like WTF!?!?!@l#$#^ Great way to welcome me back warmly, eh?
The train ride back to Eastwood was smooth, though. Finally, I get to use the newly refurbished Eastwood station. After unloading my stuff at Aunty's place, we headed to Macquarie Centre so that I could buy my Vodafone recharge from Woolies. I visited the jewellery shop I used to work at and Ray was there. I was also lucky enough to bump into May, who was supposed to be away for the day.
Guess what I had for lunch... chicken laksa at F&L. And, I could not finish the whole bowl! Haha, I guess I have conditioned myself to take Malaysian portions well. I also met up with Xin Wen, who had lunch at the food court while I sipped on my chai tea latte. As usual, we caught up. Okay, more like bitched about other people. Haha...
Went home for a siesta (I so needed it!) and had fun trying to gauge how much hot water to mix with the cold while in the shower! Haha, I was like a popcorn, jumping up and down not knowing the temperature of the water...
Having freshened up, Aunty and I headed over to Newtown to meet up with Cousin Lik Shan (more like Uncle as he is one generation older). We had dinner at Kammadhenu and one er, half a murtabak was all it took to make me feel bloated. Aunty lagi hebat - she had two tosais! Amazing!
Okay, I am like totally zoning off now. Cannot even concentrate on my typing any longer. I will keep you guys updated with photos on facebook (when I start taking photos, that is) and more stories here. Until then, take care, my darlings!
Just imagine how sore my neck and how heavy my eyelids are right now.
To rub salt to the injury, my money went missing. I only realised that my green $100 note was missing from my purse when I was paying for my train ticket. I was like WTF!?!?!@l#$#^ Great way to welcome me back warmly, eh?
The train ride back to Eastwood was smooth, though. Finally, I get to use the newly refurbished Eastwood station. After unloading my stuff at Aunty's place, we headed to Macquarie Centre so that I could buy my Vodafone recharge from Woolies. I visited the jewellery shop I used to work at and Ray was there. I was also lucky enough to bump into May, who was supposed to be away for the day.
Guess what I had for lunch... chicken laksa at F&L. And, I could not finish the whole bowl! Haha, I guess I have conditioned myself to take Malaysian portions well. I also met up with Xin Wen, who had lunch at the food court while I sipped on my chai tea latte. As usual, we caught up. Okay, more like bitched about other people. Haha...
Went home for a siesta (I so needed it!) and had fun trying to gauge how much hot water to mix with the cold while in the shower! Haha, I was like a popcorn, jumping up and down not knowing the temperature of the water...
Having freshened up, Aunty and I headed over to Newtown to meet up with Cousin Lik Shan (more like Uncle as he is one generation older). We had dinner at Kammadhenu and one er, half a murtabak was all it took to make me feel bloated. Aunty lagi hebat - she had two tosais! Amazing!
Okay, I am like totally zoning off now. Cannot even concentrate on my typing any longer. I will keep you guys updated with photos on facebook (when I start taking photos, that is) and more stories here. Until then, take care, my darlings!
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Celebrate
The time of the year has arrived again for those red, white, blue, white and yellow pieces of patriotism to flow with the wind off rooftops and cars. Radio stations and television advertisements of black and white images and smiling faces of different races get more airplay time. Newspaper advertisements are getting more creative using food like ice kacang to describe the country.
It is the time of the year again - the time to celebrate.
To celebrate the diversity of our country;
To celebrate the comfortable life most of us live;
To celebrate the growing maturity in the way we critique our people and government.
To celebrate the funny way our people (including ourselves) think.
To celebrate our shortcomings and weaknesses.
We talk about having one dream, to be one nation and to become one people. But without the wisdom to celebrate being one, how do we walk our talk?
To celebrate.
When we celebrate our diversity, we accept that diversity. We accept and come to terms with the fact that it is because of our diversity in the way we think and function that makes us stand out. Despite being different, we still gel because we understand our differences and we learn to give and take, fill in the gaps in between.
When we celebrate the comfortable life most of us live, we learn to appreciate what we have and not waste resources. We learn to look at life optimistically and not take things for granted. We learn to ask less questions and think of solutions to problems. We learn that instead of pointing fingers at others, it may be better to first ask ourselves if it is our own thinking that is the cause of misunderstandings.
When we celebrate the growing maturity in the way we critique our people and government, we learn to stand up for our own rights. We try to put on different hats and try on different shoes. Having different perspectives is gradually becoming an acceptable thing, which means that we are developing a sense of humility.
When we celebrate the funny way our people (including ourselves) think, we are coming to terms with how our people are wired. We may compare our people to those in other countries but hey, we are all different so why bother comparing? We still think the way we do and though we may be able to change some aspects of our thinking, there are some primordial aspects which, not matter how hard you try, will be a part of you till the day you die. So accepting the way we are engineered will make life much happier.
When we celebrate our shortcomings and weaknesses, we realise that our imperfections make us special just the way we are. We nurture and tend to an imperfect garden more than a perfect one, don't we? With that realisation, we look up to greater heights and want to move towards betterment. Now, is that not better than thinking that we are perfect and remain static?
So yes, celebrate for we have lots to.
Selamat Merdeka everyone...
It is the time of the year again - the time to celebrate.
To celebrate the diversity of our country;
To celebrate the comfortable life most of us live;
To celebrate the growing maturity in the way we critique our people and government.
To celebrate the funny way our people (including ourselves) think.
To celebrate our shortcomings and weaknesses.
We talk about having one dream, to be one nation and to become one people. But without the wisdom to celebrate being one, how do we walk our talk?
To celebrate.
When we celebrate our diversity, we accept that diversity. We accept and come to terms with the fact that it is because of our diversity in the way we think and function that makes us stand out. Despite being different, we still gel because we understand our differences and we learn to give and take, fill in the gaps in between.
When we celebrate the comfortable life most of us live, we learn to appreciate what we have and not waste resources. We learn to look at life optimistically and not take things for granted. We learn to ask less questions and think of solutions to problems. We learn that instead of pointing fingers at others, it may be better to first ask ourselves if it is our own thinking that is the cause of misunderstandings.
When we celebrate the growing maturity in the way we critique our people and government, we learn to stand up for our own rights. We try to put on different hats and try on different shoes. Having different perspectives is gradually becoming an acceptable thing, which means that we are developing a sense of humility.
When we celebrate the funny way our people (including ourselves) think, we are coming to terms with how our people are wired. We may compare our people to those in other countries but hey, we are all different so why bother comparing? We still think the way we do and though we may be able to change some aspects of our thinking, there are some primordial aspects which, not matter how hard you try, will be a part of you till the day you die. So accepting the way we are engineered will make life much happier.
When we celebrate our shortcomings and weaknesses, we realise that our imperfections make us special just the way we are. We nurture and tend to an imperfect garden more than a perfect one, don't we? With that realisation, we look up to greater heights and want to move towards betterment. Now, is that not better than thinking that we are perfect and remain static?
So yes, celebrate for we have lots to.
Selamat Merdeka everyone...
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