FA DA FA DA CAI!!
i honestly have no idea what that song means, but i'm guessing it's something along the lines of prosperity. chinese are just obsessed with prosperity.
it's been a super busy chinese new year. i've had lunches and dinners back to back for the last 4 days and will continue on til sunday!! it's a good thing i'm not a huge fan of the fancier chinese food, so i haven't been pigging out like most i know.
i'm cheap when it comes to chinese. i like fake stuff and hawker food.
but i HAVE been gambling non-stop. i'm not the kind to gamble just for the sake of winning. i play just for fun. i can spend rm50 on a meal but i wince to even think of betting rm5. that must be my teo chew side. apparently we're stingy people. haha
i've got quite a few photos to post up, but i'm way too tired right now. hope everyone is having a good chinese new year!
i dread going back to work on monday after a week-long break... think happy thoughts!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
broken bones and broken hearts
okay. no broken hearts. i was just being melodramatic. it sounded nice.
but, there are broken bones. fortunately, they are not mine. my godsis - eda - was horseriding and in a freak accident, got thrown of her horse. the result? breaking her thigh bone in 8 places. i think it's 8. something severe like that.
that was six months ago.
last week, she blacked out from too much climbing of stairs and fell on her leg. she noticed a pain in her leg and hobbled around in her crutches. my godmother thought she was being melodramatic about her leg, so she waited for her next doc's appointment which was two days later.
when she hobbled into the doctor's, he immediately shook his head.
"oh dear. what have you done? quick! go to the x-ray!"
it seems she managed to break the metal plate which in turn, fractured her thigh bone. and this was a NEW fracture. -_-
only eda could manage a feat like this. imagine hobbling around with a broken leg for two days!
she showed me the metal plate and screws she had in her leg. i looked at the bag and weighed it in my hand.
"goddamn girl! you're like a walking ikea cupboard!"
"yeah, i know, right."
lucky she's a rich bitch and can afford to stay in the premium rooms of DSH. it's nicer than a lot of hotel rooms! right in front of her bed is a wood paneled wall with a flat screen tv. and the room comes with wi-fi. not so bad being in hospital, really.
plus, she was given a bouquet of ermm... vegetables. which actually looked really nice! apparently my godmother commented on the bouquet,
"we can make curry with it after this." -_-
i was thinking more along the lines of salad.
but, there are broken bones. fortunately, they are not mine. my godsis - eda - was horseriding and in a freak accident, got thrown of her horse. the result? breaking her thigh bone in 8 places. i think it's 8. something severe like that.
that was six months ago.
last week, she blacked out from too much climbing of stairs and fell on her leg. she noticed a pain in her leg and hobbled around in her crutches. my godmother thought she was being melodramatic about her leg, so she waited for her next doc's appointment which was two days later.
when she hobbled into the doctor's, he immediately shook his head.
"oh dear. what have you done? quick! go to the x-ray!"
it seems she managed to break the metal plate which in turn, fractured her thigh bone. and this was a NEW fracture. -_-
only eda could manage a feat like this. imagine hobbling around with a broken leg for two days!
she showed me the metal plate and screws she had in her leg. i looked at the bag and weighed it in my hand.
"goddamn girl! you're like a walking ikea cupboard!"
"yeah, i know, right."
lucky she's a rich bitch and can afford to stay in the premium rooms of DSH. it's nicer than a lot of hotel rooms! right in front of her bed is a wood paneled wall with a flat screen tv. and the room comes with wi-fi. not so bad being in hospital, really.
plus, she was given a bouquet of ermm... vegetables. which actually looked really nice! apparently my godmother commented on the bouquet,
"we can make curry with it after this." -_-
i was thinking more along the lines of salad.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
kitty trauma
i had a craving for the pan mee at Restaurant Okay in SS2 (the other end of kayu nasi kandar). so alvin and i got dressed and jumped in the car.
as soon as he started the engine, i heard a loud meow. i thought it was just a cat outside the house. then i heard more meowing.
meow! meow! meow!
it sounded extremely close by. i immediately panicked.
"babe! turn off the engine and pop open the hood!!"
my first thought was to check the engine. a lot of people don't know this, but cats have a tendency to climb into your car engine and hide there because of the warmth.
i searched and searched while the kitten continued to meow rather loudly. alvin yelled out while pointing towards the tyre.
"here!!"
confused, i looked at the tyre and looked at him. he pointed again. this time to the space in between the car body and the tyre. the poor little kitten was curled up in the suspension coil just above the tyre!!
i think alvin's dogs' barking scared the shit out of the poor little thing and it must've just decided to hide in there. i mean, if you're a kitten, three madly barking dogs are enough to scare the shit out of you. i think it was only about 1 month old.
alvin changed into his singlet and got to jacking the car up. after a few attempts, i finally managed to get it out from within the coil. then i realised....
i had NO idea what to do with it!
"just put it out on the grass outside," alvin said. meanwhile his mum came out, and they started talking about buying numbers. -_- damn chinese.
i took the kitten away from the barking dogs, and it struggled so i put it down on the grass by the drain. the kitten immediately jumped into the drain and i was thinking,
"oh for fuck sake. it's going to be stuck in the drain and not be able to get out now."
and i was right. the kitten had no idea what to do. there was no way for it to climb out because it was just too tiny. i looked to alvin for help. but he was still busy debating with his mum about what number to buy. i was getting angrier and more frustrated by the second and finally snapped.
"can you two stop talking about buying numbers for a second??!!"
angry bangry lisha. rare occassion.
alvin came over and looked at the kitten in dismay. if he had said anything about cats being stupid right then, i think i would've slapped him. but luckily he didn't. he just stood there and looked at me.
"err..."
"you want me to get it out of the drain, is it?"
"err. yea. i don't really know how to handle cats."
he can be my hero when it comes to cockroaches and moths. but, i guess he can't always be a hero eh?
well, i wasn't about to climb in the drain in my outfit (call me shallow/vain/watever... i was being practical!), so i changed into shorts and a t-shirt and got down and dirty. after picking the kitten up, i was again faced with the predicament of deciding what to do with it.
i decided to bring it to the alley behind the house since i always see cats there. i figured the kitten must've lost its mother so, chances are the mother would be somewhere around. two guys were fixing some stuff in the alley and looked at me carrying this ragged little kitten around like a possessed woman. i had worry written all over my face.
i put the kitten down near two cats and waited to see if they would be friendly or hostile. looking at the colour of the cats, i already knew it was not going to end well. the kitten walked towards one of the cats. he (i think it was a he) inched slowly towards the kitten, back arched and tail flicking. immediately, i picked the kitten up.
i was NOT about to leave it to be bullied by the other cats. the idea of bringing it to SPCA crossed my mind, but i was afraid that if it took it in and no one adopted it, they would put it to sleep. thinking back now, i should have brought it to SPCA. people are more inclined to adopt young kittens.
instead, i panicked and quickly walked to another row of houses looking for somewhere else to put it where it could hide safely and hopefully find its mother. as we headed towards the park, the kitten struggled and i put it down with a bit of bread.
stupid, stupid thing to do! it ran into the garden of someone's house. i could only hope there were no dogs there and the owners would take the kitten in or do what i hadn't done - take it to SPCA.
here i am DYING to have my own kitten and i couldn't keep this one. i wish i had done more for it. instead of saving the kitten, i may have just killed it.
it could be attacked by dogs.
or larger cats.
it could starve.
or get caught in the rain, fall sick and die.
it could get run over by fucking maniac malaysian drivers.
or it could get trapped again somewhere, with no one to save it.
i couldn't stop crying for about 45 mins after that. they say why cry over spilt milk, right? well... that was the only thing i could do.
if only i could have kept it.
as soon as he started the engine, i heard a loud meow. i thought it was just a cat outside the house. then i heard more meowing.
meow! meow! meow!
it sounded extremely close by. i immediately panicked.
"babe! turn off the engine and pop open the hood!!"
my first thought was to check the engine. a lot of people don't know this, but cats have a tendency to climb into your car engine and hide there because of the warmth.
i searched and searched while the kitten continued to meow rather loudly. alvin yelled out while pointing towards the tyre.
"here!!"
confused, i looked at the tyre and looked at him. he pointed again. this time to the space in between the car body and the tyre. the poor little kitten was curled up in the suspension coil just above the tyre!!
i think alvin's dogs' barking scared the shit out of the poor little thing and it must've just decided to hide in there. i mean, if you're a kitten, three madly barking dogs are enough to scare the shit out of you. i think it was only about 1 month old.
alvin changed into his singlet and got to jacking the car up. after a few attempts, i finally managed to get it out from within the coil. then i realised....
i had NO idea what to do with it!
"just put it out on the grass outside," alvin said. meanwhile his mum came out, and they started talking about buying numbers. -_- damn chinese.
i took the kitten away from the barking dogs, and it struggled so i put it down on the grass by the drain. the kitten immediately jumped into the drain and i was thinking,
"oh for fuck sake. it's going to be stuck in the drain and not be able to get out now."
and i was right. the kitten had no idea what to do. there was no way for it to climb out because it was just too tiny. i looked to alvin for help. but he was still busy debating with his mum about what number to buy. i was getting angrier and more frustrated by the second and finally snapped.
"can you two stop talking about buying numbers for a second??!!"
angry bangry lisha. rare occassion.
alvin came over and looked at the kitten in dismay. if he had said anything about cats being stupid right then, i think i would've slapped him. but luckily he didn't. he just stood there and looked at me.
"err..."
"you want me to get it out of the drain, is it?"
"err. yea. i don't really know how to handle cats."
he can be my hero when it comes to cockroaches and moths. but, i guess he can't always be a hero eh?
well, i wasn't about to climb in the drain in my outfit (call me shallow/vain/watever... i was being practical!), so i changed into shorts and a t-shirt and got down and dirty. after picking the kitten up, i was again faced with the predicament of deciding what to do with it.
i decided to bring it to the alley behind the house since i always see cats there. i figured the kitten must've lost its mother so, chances are the mother would be somewhere around. two guys were fixing some stuff in the alley and looked at me carrying this ragged little kitten around like a possessed woman. i had worry written all over my face.
i put the kitten down near two cats and waited to see if they would be friendly or hostile. looking at the colour of the cats, i already knew it was not going to end well. the kitten walked towards one of the cats. he (i think it was a he) inched slowly towards the kitten, back arched and tail flicking. immediately, i picked the kitten up.
i was NOT about to leave it to be bullied by the other cats. the idea of bringing it to SPCA crossed my mind, but i was afraid that if it took it in and no one adopted it, they would put it to sleep. thinking back now, i should have brought it to SPCA. people are more inclined to adopt young kittens.
instead, i panicked and quickly walked to another row of houses looking for somewhere else to put it where it could hide safely and hopefully find its mother. as we headed towards the park, the kitten struggled and i put it down with a bit of bread.
stupid, stupid thing to do! it ran into the garden of someone's house. i could only hope there were no dogs there and the owners would take the kitten in or do what i hadn't done - take it to SPCA.
here i am DYING to have my own kitten and i couldn't keep this one. i wish i had done more for it. instead of saving the kitten, i may have just killed it.
it could be attacked by dogs.
or larger cats.
it could starve.
or get caught in the rain, fall sick and die.
it could get run over by fucking maniac malaysian drivers.
or it could get trapped again somewhere, with no one to save it.
i couldn't stop crying for about 45 mins after that. they say why cry over spilt milk, right? well... that was the only thing i could do.
if only i could have kept it.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
stormy weather up ahead
life is full of surprises. people are full of surprises.
sometimes, i think these surprises are meant to keep you on your toes. to remind you not to take things for granted. put a little threat to a perfectly stable situation and suddenly everyone realises, nothing is as stable as they think.
the person i have always looked up to, for all his values and principles, surprised me. it made me realise, no one is immune to temptations in life. and no one truly knows what they are capable of.
one wrong turn can affect so many people's lives. the storm is now brewing.
pic from arwensgrace
it saddens me to think that the one stable part of my very unstable life, could now vanish. then, i will regret not having spent more time with them.
please don't ask me what i am referring to. i am not at liberty to disclose anything. i am purely putting down my thoughts and emotions here.
remember. sometimes, love is not enough.
sometimes, i think these surprises are meant to keep you on your toes. to remind you not to take things for granted. put a little threat to a perfectly stable situation and suddenly everyone realises, nothing is as stable as they think.
the person i have always looked up to, for all his values and principles, surprised me. it made me realise, no one is immune to temptations in life. and no one truly knows what they are capable of.
one wrong turn can affect so many people's lives. the storm is now brewing.
pic from arwensgrace
it saddens me to think that the one stable part of my very unstable life, could now vanish. then, i will regret not having spent more time with them.
please don't ask me what i am referring to. i am not at liberty to disclose anything. i am purely putting down my thoughts and emotions here.
remember. sometimes, love is not enough.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
fancy some keratin for breakfast?
while getting ready to go to work this morning, i got a call from PowderQueenBryan asking whether i wanted nasi lemak.
i haven't had much nasi lemak since i banned myself from it, so i was looking forward to the lovely spicy sambal and fragrant rice.
when i opened the packet, the first thing that caught my eye was a tiny length of hair - probably an eyelash - which i figured i could safely ignore. then i stuck my spoon in and noticed something else... a long strand of hair entangled in the rice!
so i got both eyelash AND hair! man... whoever was packing it must be having hair loss problem or something. i was quite put off the nasi lemak by then and decided to skip it.
sigh. there went my breakfast. i really didn't fancy having keratin for breakfast.
for all you know, the person could have lice!
or hadn't washed their hair in a week.
or had been sweating all morning while cooking the nasi lemak and the sweat covered strand of hair fell in.
katherine added in
"maybe you got some cibai hair in there too!"
yuck.
i haven't had much nasi lemak since i banned myself from it, so i was looking forward to the lovely spicy sambal and fragrant rice.
when i opened the packet, the first thing that caught my eye was a tiny length of hair - probably an eyelash - which i figured i could safely ignore. then i stuck my spoon in and noticed something else... a long strand of hair entangled in the rice!
so i got both eyelash AND hair! man... whoever was packing it must be having hair loss problem or something. i was quite put off the nasi lemak by then and decided to skip it.
sigh. there went my breakfast. i really didn't fancy having keratin for breakfast.
for all you know, the person could have lice!
or hadn't washed their hair in a week.
or had been sweating all morning while cooking the nasi lemak and the sweat covered strand of hair fell in.
katherine added in
"maybe you got some cibai hair in there too!"
yuck.
Friday, January 2, 2009
hello, oh nine!
every new year, we receive the usual greeting smses like
"happy new year! may luck & happiness be with you and your family in year 2009!"
"happy new year to you and your family. may 2009 be a blessed and fruitful year."
"a new year.
a new start.
a new chapter.
a new beginning.
forget the bad.
cherish the good.
i wish u a happy new year."
i usually don't bother replying these mass generic smses. there's just been an overkill of generic smses that it just doesn't mean a thing to me anymore.
that was, until i read this sms which was sent to alvin. it's something different to the rest, it made me laugh.
"may you be as handsome as your mother thinks, as rich as your child believes, and may you have as many women as your wife suspects! i wish that you may have the courage of David, the meekness of Joseph, the faithfulness of Moses, the obedience of Abraham, the wisdom of Solomon and the penis of Goliath!"
if i were to send it out to women, it'd go something more like this:
"may you be as skinny as you think, as beautiful as your lover believes, and may you have as many handbags as your husband suspects! i wish that you may have the wealth of Oprah Winfrey, the lips of Angelina Jolie, the body of Jessica Alba, the wit of Natalie Portman, the wardrobe of SJP and if you do, stay the hell away from me and my boyfriend! enjoy 2009, bitch!"
"happy new year! may luck & happiness be with you and your family in year 2009!"
"happy new year to you and your family. may 2009 be a blessed and fruitful year."
"a new year.
a new start.
a new chapter.
a new beginning.
forget the bad.
cherish the good.
i wish u a happy new year."
i usually don't bother replying these mass generic smses. there's just been an overkill of generic smses that it just doesn't mean a thing to me anymore.
that was, until i read this sms which was sent to alvin. it's something different to the rest, it made me laugh.
"may you be as handsome as your mother thinks, as rich as your child believes, and may you have as many women as your wife suspects! i wish that you may have the courage of David, the meekness of Joseph, the faithfulness of Moses, the obedience of Abraham, the wisdom of Solomon and the penis of Goliath!"
if i were to send it out to women, it'd go something more like this:
"may you be as skinny as you think, as beautiful as your lover believes, and may you have as many handbags as your husband suspects! i wish that you may have the wealth of Oprah Winfrey, the lips of Angelina Jolie, the body of Jessica Alba, the wit of Natalie Portman, the wardrobe of SJP and if you do, stay the hell away from me and my boyfriend! enjoy 2009, bitch!"
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