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  • Since When

    i have no idea where i’ve met him.
    i tried to think of any affiliations that could link us but there’s none.
    we were even extendedly connected in friendster, but immediately linked through msn.

    now he’s seriously angry at me for forgetting where i’ve met him.
    and he’s not telling me where or when! quite unfair for me lor since i really have no idea.
    i am very baffled at the nonsensical anger he can throw at a girl.
    i feel like a boyfriend who is trying to ‘pujuk’ my girlfriend.
    so absurd.

    it bothered me so much i smsed friends whether they knew this guy.
    college? musical production? societies? can’t be church.
    no one knew this guy.
    then how am i affiliated to him?

    now i am suspecting that he has mistaken me for the wrong person.
    perhaps we are total strangers after all.
    *shrugs*

    update: exam on the 20th. trying very hard to stay away from facebook and cross-stitch.

  • Good and Faithful Companion

    I thought you’d last forever since 2005. My friends always marveled at you, and many wondered how you curl around my wrist (“Eee. How you wear your watch wan..”). Some (especially big-wristed guys) were so afraid that you would break if they tried you on. And I would tell them reassuringly, “Don’t worry, it’s very flexible. Won’t break wan.”

    Alas, I was wrong today. You made a loud crack sound when I put you on and you died instantly!

    *Sigh* =(

    But you’ve served me well. It’s not your fault that I’m always late, even though you’re ahead of the actual Malaysian time by a quarter of an hour. May you rest in peace.

    P/S: The face is still alright la, it’s the strap that broke. I need to hop into City Chain one day to replace it..

  • Bad 50th.

    wasn’t really a nice merdeka for me.

    there was a ghost in the house.
    someone was angry at me because i couldnt remember where i knew him from.

    i feel like destroying things again.

    i blame the intensity of my anger to pms.

  • Graveyard Crook

    in all my anger i am writing this.

    after breakfast with jon, we went for a little drive before he left for church for music practice. we came upon a Christian cemetery. he said his grandfather was buried there. i thought since we were there, so might as well visit his grave.

    we were the only mortals on that burial ground, until an indian man appeared behind us. as jon led the way to his grandfather’s grave, the man, wearing only blue jeans and his arms streaked with white paint followed.

    initially i thought he wanted to get over to the other side of the graveyard, but i was wrong. he followed us up until we reached the grave. so i thought we was the caretaker. or undertaker. whichever la.

    without a word, he proceeded to pull weeds around the grave. i could sense that he was up to something. people just don’t be nice to strangers without expecting anything in return. that’s the harsh reality. of course they are some who really are nice to people they don’t know without any hidden motives, but obviously, not this man.

    he then asked us whether we wanted to paint the grave, “mau cat?” and hand gestured to ask us whether we want to dig up or move his grave (what the..) and we said, “no. we are just here to visit.”

    not too long after that, we made our way to the exit. he followed us too without a word. when we reached the car, he demanded “Lima.” jon was already at the driver’s seat, he opened his coin compartment and dug up coins. i was still waiting for jon to unlock the car door on the passenger side so that i could get in and be safe from that man.

    when he saw that jon was digging coins for him, boy, he was furious.

    “jangan main-main, saya jaga tempat sini punya. RM10!”

    i was like, what the *toot*.. being really vulnerable outside the car, i didn’t dare to sound too fierce. i said to him,  “tadi kata RM5?”

    he looked at me with those unfriendly eyes of his and said gruffly, “RM10.”

    jon was afraid that we would harm his grandfather’s grave, so he handed him a ten ringgit note.

    seriously, i was so so so angry at that man. he doesn’t even own that graveyard! like he’d take care of the grave when we paid him. i thought we could visit in peace, but no, he had to come along and con us. he didn’t even pull ALL the weeds around the grave. and he was rude and disrespectful to us!

    we could’ve sped off and ignored the man. but we couldn’t because i was locked out of the car. XD even if he really harms the grave, let him do it. see whether jon’s grandfather’s spirit will deal with him or not. harm and see la. he’d be disrespecting the dead. could be worse than disrespecting mortals.

    Lord, how to love our enemies? it’s close to impossible. at first i really thought it was easy, but this morning i realised it’s so so so hard to love someone like that man. but all things are possible, so i believe one day i’d be able to forgive him. but not now.

  • Does Toothpaste Expire?

    the whole house argued whether toothpaste has expiry dates.

    i just threw away a travel-sized tube two days ago because it looked off-white and tasted sourish. i checked for an expiry date, and found it at the crimped end of it. at least i think it was. i spotted four numbers which made sense. 2003! i rummaged the stock drawers and found that we ran out of toothpaste. that travel-sized tube was the only one in the house.

    the next day, it appeared back in its holder. i thought mum saw it in the trashbin and picked it up. but no, it was another brand new travel-sized tube of off-white toothpaste! in the end, jon dropped me at giant supermarket and i went home with a tube of fancy triple-coloured toothpaste – stripes of glass blue, green and opaque white! =D changes are good. i’m tired of white for two decades. little changes like this makes teethbrushing a lot more fun!

    mum kept saying that toothpaste has no expiry dates. she said that the four digits i discovered was either the year it was manufactured, or product/batch code. but still, if it was produced in 2003, that’s quite a long time ago, isn’t it? a four-year-old toothpaste. hmm.

    so i surfed on the wonderful waves on the internet to quench my curiosity. AskYahoo came to the rescue, and ah ha! toothpaste DOES expire.. XD

  • Pokok Kecil

    We were all craving for cheese-baked rice at Prima Setapak, Wangsa Maju. I needed to collect my ID from the college as I have one more paper to clear in September. Jon drove Edwin, Peiling and myself there.. and upon arrival, we were stunned to see that the familiar yellow corner lot cafe was no longer there. Instead, a red Little Tree Cafe replaced it. We thought maybe they renovated the place and changed their concept.

    But no.. as we sat at a table and looked through their glaring orange-coloured menus, all of us were trying to locate that special dish, trying to catch any word which spelled ‘Cheese’. To our dismay, we couldn’t, except for Cheese Toast. That means it’s a new management. So we just tried food like chocolate toast, cheese toast, black pepper chicken spaghetti and tomato chicken spaghetti. Nothing to shout about the spaghetti, but the toast looked nice.

    The walls were splattered gold, and peppered with vintage posters of women posing with liqour and ointments and cigarettes. Here’s an example! XD


    peiling trying hard not to laugh.. =p


    Discovered this by accident, really. Peiling wanted the faces between her two fingers, and so happened the position was like this. I tried very very hard not to laugh while taking this picture!


    Jon drew this with his jar of coke float.


    the zany patrons.


    To be fair to peiling, here’s another imposter of the poster. Pun very much intended. XD


    here’s andrian and deswyn practising survival skills of living away from home. =p

  • WOW Conference

    • a children’s ministry workers’ conference
    • happening from 23 to 25 august (unfortunately, registration is closed already)
    • and there’s a children’s rally for children (duh..) on the 26th of august (you can still get tickets! just contact me!)
    • at pjgh!

    the pumbaa kor and the mui in the new building! =D we had a special tour last night during the prayer meeting.

    can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait!!

  • Tanjung Sepat

    I was like, ten minutes late and I ran to the bus to find ALL the ladies from my church’s Ladies’ Connection on board already.

    Oops.

    They forced me to sing as punishment pulak, but in the end I was asked to pray for journey mercies. Hehe..

    Turned out I wasn’t the latest. Hehe! Aunty Jeane came up after I prayed.

    I was a little disappointed cuz I was the youngest *ahem* lady there, no one my age to teman me. Felt a little lonely at times because I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb in the group. I find it difficult to relate to their conversations, though I did try to join in. Felt odd lor.

    I think that means I’m not an aunty yet. XD

    We visited a lot of places, which were Beryl’s chocolate factory, dragonfruit farm, tapioca chips factory, seafood restaurant for lunch, mushroom farm, fishball factory, pau restaurant where we had coffee and pau for tea, coffee factory, and longan orchard where the aunties were so excited over the little market there. I loved the chocolate factory the best. =) Didn’t really appreciate the fishball factory cuz I don’t really enjoy fishball. But I managed to see how they were processed though.

    Bought lotsa stuff for my family! And ended up broke. Compared to the aunties, they were wilder in their shopping. =P They grabbed lots of paus, fruits and vegetables and chocolates. i secretly wished I brought more money though. RM50 was not enough for so many places. Didn’t know we were visiting so farms and factories.

    For the later half of the trip, I was accompanied by little Jocelyn. She’s a 9-year-old expressive girl, told me about her essays and school stuff. =P

    Pictures of the trip..


    An orchid at the chocolate factory. It had a name tag. Meet Bulbophyllum Phalaenopsis.


    Aunty Gerine hiding from the sun under a dragonfruit tree. Dragonfruits are also known as Pitaberry or Pittaya. The 4ft tall plant itself is a type of cactus.


    The ladies listening to a worker of the dragonfruit farm. He was explaining the uses of dragonfruit skin. Apparently, the skin which is rich in Vitamin C can be used to rub on wounds (like aloe vera) and on face for beauty purposes.


    Dragonfruit flower. It is quite enormous, much bigger than your palm. When it blooms, it looks like a white lily. The flowers bloom at midnight. This one in the picture will bloom.. err, now, as I type this, cuz it’s midnight already. =P


    A growing dragonfruit. Notice the plants have thorns. My sweater was hooked here and there when I was walking along the rows of cacti.


    The fuss about fishballs.


    Cultivating white oyster mushrooms. The plastic bags contain sawdust and limestone powder.


    Jocelyn at a mushroom-shaped table. This mushroom is called Lingzhe.


    Coffeebeans!


    Aunty Leiwan and Jocelyn, both wearing floral hair accessories (which belonged to Aunty Leiwan). =P


    Longan on longan tree.


    Very young longans.

     
    Like this picture a lot. =) Jocelyn and I.

     
    Me with dragonfruit! The hairclip on my hair wasn’t mine.. Aunty Leiwan planted it there for me.

    As I was walking around aimlessly at the little market, I saw a Rita walking around, looking at pineapples and bananas. She didn’t have the crazy look of ‘Oh, must buy this! Must buy this!!’ so I reckoned she must be walking around aimlessly like me too. So I approached her and asked, “Not buying anything?”

    She replied, “All these can get from Tesco wert.” Lol. And she added, “I’m not very aunty yet.” XD

    I’m not against the aunties, no, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I think we’re still of a (significantly) different frequency. It’s quite amusing to observe them too. Made me think that, one day, I’ll be like them, having a common interest in wet market goods and cooking ingredients. Guess there’s no running away. I’ll just have to wait for the time to come la.

  • Rose is Rose


    I miss Rose is Rose in The Star.

  • Ray & Paul Frank

    never thought my little powershot could capture this. =p i made lots of other people who passed me look up at the sky too!

    they inspired me. =D yeah, i know it’s a very cacated paul frank.. i made this one morning in may for breakfast. mashed hard-boiled eggs and mayonnaise, fried cheese-filled ayamas frankfurters, baked beans and two drops of cream cheese. yummy.