Sunday, November 28, 2010

To Cut the Long Story Short

While I was out for a jog one day, I was thinking, if I were to keep writing, would I one day run out of things to write about?

Well if I don’t have anything to write about, I can do something so I can write about it! But it has to be something write-worthy. I can’t possibly be writing about my attempt jog/ walking-in-a-slightly-faster-pace-activity, or about my dinner last night. Too boring. I concluded to not give too much pressure on myself, and see how things go.

The next day at work my colleague sent out a request from a 2nd year hairstyling student who needed 2 models for a ‘bob’ cut to pass her exams. As my memory of topics-to-write ‘jogged’ back into my head, I responded to her without thinking twice.

So on the appointed day I left work slightly early, but was late and missed the bus by 2 mins! Called for help and my other colleague was kind enough to drop me off at the train station (which I had to jump off the car at the traffic light cuz there’s no place to stop—talk about breaking the law for a free haircut!).

The train ride to the city felt way longer than it should be, and not that I’m being paranoid, but almost everyone in the train had really long hair!!! Am I really going to regret this? But in the name of Change, Things-To-Write-About, and free stuff, I need to be brave.

So two hours and forty minutes of sitting still and trying not to dose off, my very long hair was chopped off and I think I literally lost some weight.

I like it. Something new. Fresh. Young.


I’ve been getting feedbacks of extreme ends. “you look younger”; “you look more mature”. For the boys who wanted to stay safe “wow! You look... different”.

I told mom that I feel like an Asian Egyptian for a bit. And after a few washes later, the right side sticks out like a sore thumb. Whatever it is, Tim likes it. He thinks it’s cute. My colleagues and boss like it, and said it was worth the rush. I like it. It saves me shampoo.


So there you go, there’s always something for me to write about. And all I gotta do now is to say yes to everything! Well, a reasonable range of Everything.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

001011100110101101011101000101011101010111 (if you can understand this... get out of here)

When my bathroom light fused the other day, I just realized that I’ve always had guys around me who would help me with changing fused light-bulbs and taming my computers that decide to bail on me when moody.

Here’s a tribute to my computer doctors:

Primary school: Goh Goh my cousin bro

High school: Goh Goh and sometimes Shua or Horny my gay friends

College: Alwyn Yap my CF president, sometimes Liz Lau my classmate

Uni: Uncle Sam and sometimes Ming, both my housemates’ boyfriends

Now: Timo, my man!

Well, it is actually a privilege to have these men around to fix my blue screens of doom, my why-is-it-not-working?!?!?, and all other electrical breakdowns. But it’s just so frustrating, as a 21st century girl to still be dependent on others to fix my gadgets.

The other day Tim tried to walk me thru (via WhatsApp) the process of syncing my phone stuff with my computer. “Click on the iPhone icon in My Computer” was step one. But the icon wasn’t there. “it can’t be... it should appear... is your phone connected to the computer?”

Of course it is! I’m not that computer smart but I’m not that bimbotic... I tried it again but I SO FREAKING CANT SEE THE ICON IN MY COMPUTER!

That night he came over to try it again. Lo and behold... the icon appeared. Yyyeeee!!!! I wanted to chekik my phone and my computer (who I think was cynically mocking me in their binary codes).

Why? Why does it happen to me? Now my boyfriend thinks I’m hopeless with electrical devices and has an ego the size of my television because I NEED him as my geek guy. Which I’m totally fine with because he’s great with it. But I wanna be able to do it on my own sometimes you know? To let the world keep spinning and not having to wait blankly for help.

However, I have had some achievements: wirelessly connecting my PC to my TV via PS3 so I can watch series/ movies and play music on Stevie the TV, setting up my home internet when I just moved in here and get the wi-fi started, and teaching mom how to use msn.

I reckon I’m in a position where I fear no technology given the fact that I have so much trust in my friends who are oh so tech-savvy.

Not gonna work for me, computer?! Well [:p] to you too!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Discrimination in iPhone app

I downloaded a free game on iPhone called tap tap revenge 3 and b4 I could start playing, I've to set up my game profile. I was required to key in a user name and select my avatar. And that's exactly what I did.
I typed "Jez" as name and picked a sassy looking girl to represent my rocker chick gaming attitude.
But before I could proceed, a note popped up to my dismay saying "too short".
For a moment I was really offended, and then worried how this new app knew so much about me!
I later found out that it meant my keyed-in name was too short.
Well there u go, tap tap revenge 3 has no height preference for its players.
So play on!! all ye iPhone addicts!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Of my orange brellie

I once had this conversation with Stanley Tan, who had one front tooth missing when I met him.

Stan: your umbrella is so small it can only keep my hair dry! (do also bear in mind that he's bald)

Me: well it will if u have any. Maybe ur eyebrows. They may be well protected with this umbrella.

Stan: Yeah I think so. But U're so small anyway, u should be alright with it, that's why u bought it right?

Me: it's a gift from a friend who I once said that black umbrellas make rainy days sadder, so she got me a bright orange one to cheer my rainy days up.

Stan: not bad... Happy but wet... better than dry but sad. Good to know that ur hair will remain happy and dry.

Me: well in ur case ur eyebrows will be happy and dry if u use it

:)

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Super post


I don’t know how to put this more simply… I’ve been encountering a few ‘super’s these days.

My dad birthday wasn’t too long ago, and my sis childishly suggested to get dad a Superman costume as a gift. I foolishly said ok, and went on to threadless.com to hunt some cool Superman prints. But to my disappointment, there weren’t any. B4 I could start looking into e-bay, mom snapped me out of it and reminded me about getting dad a GPS instead. (hope he doesn’t read my blog cuz it’s not bought yet)

While I was in the bus one day, Ps Bobbie Houston’s podcast came on my iShuffle. The topic—Superwomen for God. Was an inspiring teaching about us as God’s Superwomen, we should expand our capacity by using every given opportunity. Good stuff.

The ruby fell out from my tiara. The tiara was from EeMay, Ecamp07. I’ve kept it since then to remind myself that I’m a princess and I’m beautiful =p so since the ruby is not in place, I decided to stick it back on. The best tool for it is Superglue. I did what I had to do, stuck the ruby thing back on, and left it there to dry. Not having much thought, I left it on my dictionary to dry. When I came back to it, I found that the extra Superglue flowed to the bottom part of the tiara onto my dictionary. My most bimbotic item was stuck to my most intellectual item! How iconic~ (well, Gloria came over one day and managed to pull them apart)

In the midst of changing jobs, I was also given the choice of changing Superannuation. Had to go back to my former employer, get an end-of-employment letter, send it to the super company I’m leaving, so they can transfer my funds. It was such a hassle, but I’m glad it’s solved now.

And just to add up to it, I’ve been quite annoyed with catalogues stuffed in my mailbox which usually get half eaten by slugs and snails. Catalogues from Super Cheap Autos and supermarkets.

How much more SUPER can this get?!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Rain (not the Korean guy)

Experiencing rain in the windiest city in Australia (says Google) is rather unique. When it rains in Perth, especially when it’s windy, you can literally see the rain drop “fall” from the left to the right. Imagine water gushing diagonally, easily defeating the frail and temporary shelters by singing “no use now my umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh…”. You might as well just chuck the umbrella away and start dancing like Rain (now this would be the Korean guy).

The uneven ground makes the walk through the rain more challenging than merely just putting one foot in front of the other. It almost looks like a freak trying to step on each tile without touching the lines that separate them (loved doing that when I was a kid). And when u unfortunately but confidently step on an uneven brick/tile with a suspiciously hidden puddle of water under it, it’ll be hello to walking-with-squishy-wet-socks-and-flooded-shoes time. That's when you'd wish Phua Chu Kang's yellow boots were in fashion.


It’s not all that bad. Australia needs some rain. Somehow it just rains a lot at one go, and you won’t hear from rain for another few months. And you’ll see ads on TV asking everyone to save water—shower together.

Though it makes me emo sometimes, I do like the sound of rain. Though it jams up the roads most of the time, I’m grateful that the eco system is running its cycle. Though the unexpected rain ruins a well-planned outing, there’s still the alternative of singing~ singing in the rain~

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Eavesdropping (not the smelly type)

Little girl (so little that she still needs the baby chair at the restaurant): Mommy look! Grandpa has noodles on his head. HA-HA!

Grandma turns to little girl’s mom: where did she learn the HA-HA from?

Little girl’s mom: there’s this kid in the Simpsons that does that. Maybe it’s from there.

Grandma blinks and turns to grandpa to remove the noodles from his head.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My 1st call to the police

Last Sunday night, when I was opening the door to my house, I heard Addielle’s voice from inside, “Jez, is that you?”

“ya?”

She quickly opened the door, frantically motioned for me to enter quickly, and Jade was standing next to her with an unusually pale face.

She then shut the door behind me, and asked “Are you alone?”

“No, Tim is outside. He went to check why the back door is opened.”

She opened the door, “eh Tim! Faster come in! faster!”

With her shivering voice, Jade explained that while she was in her room skyping, she heard a knock on her window. A black guy was standing outside motioning for her to open the door. She thought he was Addielle or my friend, so she continued to make hand signals to ask what he wants. They exchanged a little more hand signals, but she only could understand the “open the door for me” message. So Jade went over to Addielle’s room to ask if she’s expecting anyone.

Once Addielle said no, Jade’s knees went weak and she started to panic. Addielle went over to her room, saw no one was at the window, closed it, and went straight to the front door. That was when they heard someone entering and was relieved to see me instead of the black guy.

Now why would anyone walk into our backyard to tap on her window?! Why would he want her to open the front door?! How did he leave so fast considering Tim went to check once we arrived home?! What’s he trying to do at our backyard at that hour?!

I recalled hearing footsteps outside my window two nights ago at 1.30am, and when Tim went out to check (with my smallest pot in one hand), no one was there. That was an added fear for us girls.

After concluding that it might have been an attempted break in, all 4 of us took out our phones and started calling all the guys we know who lived nearby. In less than 10mins, 5 guys appeared at my place. William from Botswana (holding a rolling pin), and Offered from Zimbabwe macho-ly checked the backyard if the guy was still there or not. But it was just darkness with a bit of moonlight (and our laundry) filling the backyard.

Genesis said we should call the cops immediately. Well, I did. Only 20mins after the incident. I had to do the talking cuz Jade was still shivering. The police woman said there’s nothing she can do now but to get some cops to patrol the area in the coming nights. And I should make a report at a police station the next day, too.

So that night after Francis and Jon played with Jade’s BB gun, we 3 girls had minimal sleep, and the following day of ultimate paranoia.

Just as Jade and I were to leave the house to make the police report the next day (around 4pm), I saw a black hand knocking on the grill just when I opened my front door. I jumped back a little and all the defensive moves went flashing through my head. “aim and kick at balls, pinch armpits, poke eyes, jab adam’s apple…”

The black skinned guy stood in front of me smiling. All we had between us was the grill netting and my fear. “Hi, I came to apologise for what I did last night” I must say… his British accent was rather charming.

“I’m your neighbor from Unit 2. I forgot to bring my keys out last night and I thought I’d get my housemate to open the door for me. But I didn’t realize I was at the wrong house until I saw your (Jade’s) face. That’s why I ran off quickly. I’m so sorry… I had a bit too much to drink last night. I'm terribly sorry about that. I hope I didn’t cause much trouble”

Jade and I was speechless at first, then I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Did you know we actually had a hand signal conversation going on?” said Jade, who I think was a little mad but relieved to know we’re not victims of robbery or assault.

He shook his head, buried his face in his hands, crouched down near our front garden patch, and moaned about how embarrassed he was.

We didn’t make the police report, but we got an alarm system for our house just so we can now sleep in peace.

At least now we’ve got to know our unit 2 neighbour is from the UK (and kinda make friends with them), our house is armed, and we know which macho boys to call whenever we're in trouble.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A series of unfortunate bus events

Well… it was actually just one unfortunate event which caused a whole lot of other disastrous events to happen. I left my house at 9am to catch the 9.06am bus to work which starts at 10am (yes it takes me that long to get there). Knowing that it’ll be an hour, I started my usual routine of reading a few chapters of my book (I’m surprised this is my 4th book since mid feb!). Since the rain this morning, the traffic was quite heavy so I know it’ll take longer than usual. Once a while I’d scan the bus and look outside to rest my eyes from the pages. The air was rather crisp and clear. Somehow it flooded the inside of the bus with this awkward hum. Like everyone’s thoughts were louder than usual.

After one too many chapters, I took another eye rest, when I realized that I was not on the bus route. I was on another freeway, which has no bus lanes or stops. Realization number two—I was the only passenger on the bus. I kept my book and walked to the front to check if there was a bus driver on this speeding bus.

Bus driver: oh! I thought there weren’t any passengers on my bus anymore. I’m off my duty already.

My thoughts: You’ve gotta be kidding me =.=”

Bus driver: where are you headed to?

I explained the exact stop and mentioned I’m not familiar with the routes cuz I’m still new to Perth (I still use that excuse when I get lost =p). then both of us just looked at the only possible turning to the left that’ll take me to work, as the bus sped off on the right lane of the freeway.

Bus driver: it’s not my fault. I’ve signed off from my shift and I’m late for my dental appointment at ten.

Me: bbb…but…but… you could have checked properly before concluding that you can go get your teeth fixed! (ok I didn’t say that out loud, but I think he should have known better).

Bus driver: I think you should call work to let them know you’ll be late.

My thoughts: you reckon?!?!?!?

Soon he dropped me off at a major junction, somewhere between ‘I don’t know where’ road and ‘move aside or you’ll be run over by heavy vehicles’ street. I walked for about 200m to a bus stop and called Tim at work to shout mayday. Though he was tempted to just come and save me, I decided to brave it up and find my way to work, alive (it was already 9.50am).

After 15mins of freezing cold wait, a bus came and took me to Wellington Bus Station in the city. I ran to the info centre and explained my story to this attendant named Kit. He’s really professional and gave me all possible routes to get to work and said TransPerth overcharged me 54cents because I failed to tag off at the bus that was supposed to take me to work. Apparently I can call them to claim that back. (my call would cost 30cents so I think it’s ok to donate half a dollar to the public transport than to get back 24cents for my dignity).

I had to take 4 buses, transfer buses at 2 major bus ports to get to work in 2 hours and 15mins from home that day. There goes my one and a half hours of pay (and not forgetting the 54cents).

When I got into the last bus, I spoke to God to calm myself down. “Dear God, as I’ve learnt about forgiving others at Cell Group last night, I think I’ll graciously forgive the bus driver who’s at the dentist now. May he have a good teeth-fix. But can I please blog about this?”

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

List of Lists

1. Wake up

2. End snooze

3. Make a mental list of what to do today starting from now until I get back to bed tonight

I’m a big list fan. I think it’s highly influenced by *ahem* some influential people in my life (especially this one person who writes lists for others to follow!!!). Knowing that I can be as random as marshmallow in your left sock, I think lists are quite useful to get things going. Since the subliminal conversion to organized listings, I’ve been having A6 sized (quarter of A4) papers on a mini clipboard ready for my pen to hit it with a long list. It could be things to do, things to buy, baking recipe, baking instructions, movies I want to watch, bills to pay, steps for closing at Subway, jobs to apply for, money I owe people, and a list of lists I have to create.

Sometimes it may not entirely work (you know unexpected circumstances may arise), but I still like to follow some things I scribbled on the little piece of paper. Just when you think I’m the most chaotic person you can find, well, guess you’ve got to search for another anarchic candidate when you see the list of my lists on the mini clipboard.

With the list, I won’t be too rigid about it. If I can’t do it, I can’t do it. No biggy. But one thing grave about making lists—when the list is about my doubts, my failures, my debts, my rejected applications, my incompetency, my mistakes… well, you get where I’m headed to.

I don’t write these down on paper to make myself read them out loud to evoke suicide. But it’s a mental list I’d automatically make which leads to mild depression. Seriously… not fun at all. And it is always a conscious effort for me to remove it from the ironically messed up head, to give space for joy and pure thrill for life. Susah payah…

Things to do:

1. Finish the ‘things to do’ list

2. Throw away mental list of negative points about self

3. Get a life. A listless one. Well… maybe not totally listless… but with useful lists

4. Remind readers to remove marshmallow from left sock

Monday, April 26, 2010

Meet Russell


Having a physio student as my house mate is quite fun. Other than having to pretend I’m her comma patient, I get to watch her toy with her skeleton from the closet. Not sure whose closet, but his name is Russell.



Jade thinks he's a handsome skeleton....




Raaaarrr!!!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

unbounced

For as long as I could remember, I have to always bring my passport if I were to enter a casino, club or places that have anything to do with adult stuff. Not that I’m too annoyed by it as I don’t really go to such places, but it just has been a bit of a hassle.

A few weeks ago, Tim and I had a chance to have a free buffet dinner at Burswood Casino. So with our passports ready, we walked to the entrance, only to find out that WE NOW LOOK OLD ENOUGH TO ENTER CASINO!!!!! Cuz the bouncers didn’t ask us for our IDs! Yay!!!! We happily walked pass the huge casino bouncers, Pokies machines, tables with gambling chips and gambling adults, neon lights as bright as 2 suns, and into the restaurant with wide adult smiles on our "oh no we're adults already!" faces.


Nyahahaha!!!


Sunday, April 11, 2010

Short Sharp Shiny

Here’s another moment that I realize (again) that I can’t have everything I want at once. Things are not the same anymore. Heading to Adelaide is not ‘heading back there again’ anymore. And flying in to Perth means returning. Reality is starting to sink in when I returned from my trip to Adelaide for the weekend.

I knew I couldn’t miss Sam and Ruby’s wedding for anything. I would regret it for life if I didn’t witness the both of them say ‘I do’ on the beach. The weather was great. Everything turned out well that day. When both Hong Kong and Philippines cultures met, it created such a unique atmosphere.

I’m also privileged to embrace a Hello and Goodbye episode with people I miss so dearly at Easter Camp. Credit goes to miss Deb G from the ‘lain-lain’ race, who has a new fiery red car and a heart the size of an entire continent, to drive all the way from the edge of Adelaide down to Dzintari for me to have the chance to hug, smile, catch up and laugh with OCFers who I grew in the Lord with.

In addition, I got to have a wonderful meal with dai yee, uncle Jason, Mandy, Duane, Tim, Deb, and Huey Chi. Though it was a short catch up session, it was condensed with laughter and great food. Loved the paella that dai yee cooked. Darn, I miss living with her.

My one day and 2 night trip to Adelaide was worth it. I got to feel the sand between my toes, ride in UZY once again, have AB in north Adelaide, sit on ex-Exco meeting table and chat with Jin, Dan and Deb, ride in Deb’s new car, meet sai bak (Sam’s dad) again, watch 2 of my close friends become one, hug mandy and Duane, meet Tan, sit on the same table as Hueychi&Ming, Ailyn&Wally, Christina&TimChai, dance with Tim, MC at the reception, see Ruby get into her wedding gown, feel nostalgic going down Payneham road, talk about cooking and my new life in Perth with Aunt and Uncle, witness worship practice at campsite, feel really good to see friends again (even though it was for such a short while), overslept and made it pass check-ins just 5 minutes before the counter closed… and on top of all that, I got to do all that with Tim who came with me as well =)

2 side incidents I’ve to mention b4 I finish this not-so-structured post:

1. I slammed my finger into Deb’s car boot. Oh yes, it was bloodless but brutal. I didn’t realize there was a curve going the other way of the hatchback, so when I closed the boot, my left index finger got stuck at the curve and I didn’t pull it away in time so it got slammed in as well. It was so swollen I couldn’t take my rings off my finger.

2. After checking in my luggage at the domestic airport, I recalled that I forgot to put my swiss army knife into the check in bag. The car was parked quite far away and we had to board soon. So I went to the girl’s toilet, and hid it behind a sanitary bin in one of the cubicles which didn’t have a functioning lock. Time of mission: 1630hrs Fri. Time I returned to scene: 0930hrs Sun. and it was still there!!!! Hahah… it was a risk I had to take cuz they’d confiscate it anyway… so I might as well give it a shot. And there it was sitting there all Saturday, waiting for me to collect it when I come back.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

unfinished thoughts

I dreamt I swallowed a chewing gum yesterday… and I woke up with the feeling that I have something stuck in my throat. Maybe I swallowed a bug in my sleep.

Dreaming has caused me quite a lot of hassle lately. Some of you may like the activity of dreaming because it is highly associated with sleeping. But not for my case. I’m deprived from sleep because of my dreams.

I remember reading somewhere that babies have nightmares more often than adults because they’re absorbing lots during the day, but most of their thoughts/ things they absorb in their little minds are not finished yet. So those unfinished thoughts will continue being processed when they sleep, but with them all jumbled up together, it turns ugly. Hence, the night mares.

But I don’t think I’m a baby anymore. How come I still have such awful dreams?

One night I dreamt I was at a party, and all of a sudden, a snake appeared. Then someone from the party took a bat and whacked the snake’s head, smashing it to gross pieces.

Then I woke up feeling hot. So I reached out to turn the fan on. When I opened my eyes to see where speed dial for the fan is… I saw a huge gecko! About the size of my arm! (from elbow to tip of fingers) on my fan! On the dial! Gahhhh!!!!

I reached for my phone so I can flash some light at the gecko to see properly. But what if it slithers away or jumps on my hand or skids to my bed!!!!? The horror!!!

I tried to reach for my glasses but failed. After starring at it in shock for a good 30 seconds, I ran out of my room and shut the door behind me. I was breathing so hard. Sliding my phone open for light, I saw that it was 3.15am. I can’t possibly wake my housemates up now… so I slept in the living room with the lights on.

Then I dreamt again about a little lizard that ate a human being which then turned into a monster (all in 2D).

What the?!

I need sleep. I need dreamless sleeps.

I checked the next morning—no gecko in my room.

A few days later I went for grocery shopping at IGA with Jade, Addielle and Tim. Then I saw this fake gecko (it’s like something for home deco), which looked exactly like the one I saw on my fan. Then I recalled that on that same day of the mysterious reptile-ish dreams, I went to this IGA as well. So there’s my unfinished thought…



I might dream about him tonight....

Monday, March 8, 2010

Tacky Bluez

Tony bought me a cheap Reject Shop clock for me as a Welcome-to-Perth gift. But I accidentally broke it. We’re not allowed to put nails in walls, so I ingeniously stuck the clock to the wall with blue tack. I was THAT eager to have a clock on my wall.

Later that afternoon, surprise surprise... I found it broken on the floor. Blue tack still stuck to the wall. Disappointed that I broke my welcoming gift, I almost threw the whole clock away... until... I had a brilliant idea.



Blue tack still came in handy.

moving

I killed the first cockroach in my new place yesterday. Tim had the honours of smacking it with my sandals while I quickened the dying process by spraying multi-purposed cleaner on it.

I’m going to be moving the huge stuff in on Saturday. Blessed by landlady and friends who generously offered their white good and furniture.

Gonna miss Kristi when I’m there, but will surely come back for late-nite movies and pure lazing around.

Moving to a new place is fun. I could remember how badly Huey Chi hates moving. But this time, I quite like it. Expensive, yes, but it’s a great experience to start living in a totally empty place and changing it into my temporary sanctuary.

seek and you shall find?

It’s not a good sign if your most frequently visited site is Seek.com.au.

I feel that I’m caught in a generation that’s desperate for direction—commonly known as quarter life crisis.

They say everyone has to go through this, but they didn’t say that it’ll take this long, or it’ll be this hard. I’m sorry to say this but sometimes it’s a little comforting to know that there are others going through the same thing as I am too; but as much as I wish for a job for my fellow comrades fighting this same war, I also wished I still have the FAMA’s financial support to rely on temporarily.

It’s so daunting to have the thought of not having next week’s rent in my bank account. Or to think of the debts that are way beyond my capacity to eliminate them. The pressure’s on me.

The world’s worst party you could ever end up in, is a pity party. Never ever go to one. It’s depressingly tormenting, and as how a Singaporean would say it “sienz”.

I’m trying hard not to be in one. So back to Seek.com.au I go. Lalala~

Sunday, March 7, 2010

the apologizing sport

I noticed that the most common time when people would always apologize (and I, too, for that matter) the most is when I play tennis.

“oh sorry sorry sorry” (say that in less than 1 second), would be what I’d hear the most when playing tennis. I’m hoping that my skills would get better so that I can say that too. Well, people only say that when they make a bad shot (which is not so often). But for me, it’s more like… “oh that’s a good shot!” (which is not so often). So to save my apologies, I’d say my sorries at the beginning and end of every game.

I used to live with a really sporty cousin, and would sometimes try to be part of her sporty world by going for jogs (ok… more like.. walks) , playing tennis, bike riding (till I feel like puking), doing some aerobics while watching tv, etc. And those were done just because I see her doing them so often, I don’t want to be left out. Since she got married, and I moved out with Ruby and Huey Chi, my only exercise was cleaning the house or chasing the cats around.

And as for my lifestyle now, I would say that I’m coming back to the whole sports-peer-pressure once more. Having a sporty boyfriend, obviously I’d wanna be part of his sports world, too. I’ve learnt that watching and cheering on a football match in front of the TV with a bag of chips is not considered a sport. So I’ve been going for tennis games every other week. I can’t say I’m getting good at it now. But give me a few more weeks, I’ll get there.

Oh yes, now that I don’t have UZY (the car I drove around in Adelaide), I’ve to make friends with the inconvenient public transport, and walk long distances to reach my destinations. The distance is one thing, the weather is another, and don’t forget the grocery bags.

So yeah… I would think I’m going to get fit in due time.

However, winter is just one season away… things may change…

Saturday, January 30, 2010

I went home

The twin figures left me amazed at how they lift KL to a a higher level of chic city design. So magnificent.
Felt so good to be looking at the Jalur Gemilang in Malaysia.
Went to watch High School Musical- the musical, with the fanatic sister (she's showing off her HSM top)
The dancers actually do look like the real actors and actresses.
sooooooooooarin' fllaaaaaaaaayin'~
We're all in this together~
ahhh... the lovely scene of the convenient dump sites on curbs (the cardboard sign that's leaning against the tree says: BODOH! jangan buang sampah di sini!) I was tickled by the wrath of the person who wrote the sign
We opened Christmas presents. My dad and uncles got bullet proof undies for Christmas so they joined the force as Chan's 'angels'.
Esther took me to have my 1st Xiu Ngap Fan (roasted duck rice) in Connaught which was sooooo awesome!
I also had some fake Gai Lan and a super funny meal with the Basils plus one. It has been quite awhile since i laughed so hard, when the waiter who looked like James came over to serve us, and he just walked away when we can't stop the laughing.
Mom took my grandparents and I to this restaurant that serves pretty exotic stuff.
Convinced a Japanese that Durian is harmless.
Eating Durian is horribly sad if you're eating it alone (from a packet where you don't get to see the shell at all).
Went to a Brethren Church. Wonderful experience!
Walked around Klang and saw many wild cats, dogs, goats and wild cows (aka wow cows). and saw a 4-storey high Christmas trees made out of empty water bottles.
WA meets SA. Prepared for AGM.
Amen brother!
Awesome breakfast at the REAL coffee shops.
Breakkie before the serious stuff.
toe painting
the warrior from another planet.
Went to Malacca for OCF's 50th Convy. and visited Jonker street.
Eat eat eat. ate ate ate.
chicken ball rice vs. chicken rice balls
the famous ice kacang with gula melaka!

Good times strolling along Jonker, buying cheap but awesome food with OCFers.
The admirable Pastor Manja and the real man from OCF S.A. --Richard Poh
Pastor Manja on disco tech trishaw with the legend Kevin Goh
Signs in Malaccan streets are senget-ed
...mainly caused by strong men who likes to push things that can be slanted
Esther and Ian seems happy to be jumping in front of a former war fort
architecture + engineering
Visited Putrajaya with fellow OCFers from Malaysia, Singapore and Japan)
Almost got myself into trouble for saying something out loud in front of the mosque =p
Had Lum Mee with Pei Yi at Lot 10's food court which was revamped into something so futuristic
Accompanied my Granddad to the hospital for pre-op check up. Look at the name of the ward.
At 1st glance, I thought the brand was VOMIT
Had really cool chinese dessert near Asia Cafe with OCFers.
Chee Meng took Heidi and I to Petaling Street for the super kao spicy but deeeelicious Ikan Bakar.
i loooooooooved it!
had a foot long roti tissue
Went to Ipoh for Mindy's wedding =) *heart heart *smiles smiles*
Did some shopping in KL's golden triangle
Got my hair cut by my friend Lex. so cool.

Left for Perth in Air Asia X.