Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Funnest day in a long time

Today was my day out with Steph and boy was it fun! Woke up early and had brownies for breakfast, yup, the same brownies I made the night before. Had a shower (decided not to wash my hair) and just as I was about to decide on what to wear, Steph called and asked if I wanted to go to the salon to get 'steamed.' Steamed in the salon? I thought that was something I could only do at the gym. As she went into the details, I envisaged that on taking up the 'challenge,' which Steph dramatically called the 'point of being a woman,' I would for a while in my life, take up the role I see many middle-aged women play in films or in the 'Murder She Wrote' TV series at least; the nosy, gossip with hair in rollers, reading a magazine and buying lottery tickets from the mailman. But Steph talked me into it and back I went into the bathroom to wash my hair. i sat in 'the chair' watching half curiously and half sceptically as the beautician dipped her hand into a pot of something grey and splat it all over my hair. Apparently, this slimy mess (that smelt quite nice) was meant to nourish and soften my hair. I always wondered what it felt like to be under that huge, fishbowl-like contraption and now I can proudly tell you. It felt like I had zoned out and gone to space. I couldn't hear myself talk and steam threatened to run my make up. I have never worn an astronaut's helmet but I sure felt like one for a good 20 or so minutes. Not only did I experience the surreal sensation of being out-of-space, I also now know what a lobster feels (and looks) like when it's being slowly boiled alive. No wonder there're no mirrors in steamrooms. Horrors if they were! The outcome though was truly pleasant. My hair is now oh so lustrious and soft and it's quite thick so I was pampered with not one but two people blow-drying my hair. I actually think I might take going out to space as a past time if I can afford it in London.

After our session of pampering, we went to Crown Square to eat and then to Hock Lee for shopping and I had glorious fun! I went into almost every clothes shop and bought a pair of shoes from Hush Puppies. Guess what? They're the super rolly-wheely kind with a wheel at each heel so I can roll along as I walk. Actually only kids under 11 wear them but as I'm blessed with tiny feet, I managed to squeeze into a comfortable kid size 37. I bought them at a bargain price but when I went home, I realised that it takes practice to be able to roll along carefreely like the kids I see. A bit like using rollerblades. Sigh, I know I'm nearing 'senile' when I start emulating kids who are, get this, HALF my age! Anyway, that was the best buy of the day. I also saw a few dresses, which unfortunately, due to my lack of dedication in going to the gym, I couldn't quite fit into them comfortably enough to justify spending more money. I wanted to but some knee high boots but I think I can get them at a better price in London and also, I don't want to overpack.

It's 11pm now so I'm off to bed cos I have to work tomorrow morning. Night folks.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Midnight baking

It's almost midnight... an hour and 18 minutes away anyway and I'm waiting for my second batch of brownies to bake so that my bro can have them for breakfast and breaktime in school. I made the first batch 2 days ago and now nothing's left save... umm.. nothing. Not even a crumb. It's nice to bake at night. So quiet and peaceful and all I want to do is sleep :) Played tennis or at least, learned to play tennis at UNIMAS, sending quite a few balls sailing... across the wall instead of the net (aim high I always say) and managed to catch Sarah in the temple once with my oh-so-heavy racket. Also managed to make a small dent in the car, which had just been repaired last week when my mum put a dent in it, by accidentally scrapping - hardly scrapping more like it - the side of another car; Sarah's friend's boyfriend's car. I was going to insert some heated comment but thought that (imagine the next line being said in a Bree 'Desperate Housewives' style or if you have no idea who Bree is, just someone prim, proper, emaculate manners and without the slightest hint of emotion within) "Graciously accepting the situation at hand and handling it as best as I can, which would much better serve the purpose of our existence." Have to go see to the brownies. Goodnight.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

No turtle spotting for me

I really wanted to go spot turtles and release hatchlings into the wild. I really wanted to be 'stranded' with 30 other people and have barbecue dinners under the stars. I really wanted to go a one hour boat ride to this deserted island. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. I started getting a sore throat on Monday. By Tuesday it was pretty sore and by Thursday, my brain had turned to mush and my nasal passage felt like it had caved in. I slept almost the entire Friday hoping to outsleep the illness; I cancelled everything and just slept, woke up to munch and went back to sleep again. By Friday night, I knew that I had to make a decision about the trip and still in a haze, told my mum to cancel my place on the trip. that's RM180 gone out of the window and nothing to show for it.

And so today, Saturday, the day I was meant to enjoy on some deserted beach, filling my imagination with shark attacks and lost world dinosaurs, I am home, although not alone, wondering whether I should go to the youth conference tonight. I hear no good note for which I can say "On a good note" and I see no good side for which I can say "On the brighter side." My eyes are too sleepy to take note of shape or colour and my mind is too clouded to give identification to anything. So, why am I blogging? Umm, blogging. Sounds like... bogging.. bogged.. bogged down.. flu.. sinus... urrrmmm....mmmm...mmmm... yeah.

I am not going to worry about the future anymore. Worry is investment paid before trouble arrives and I for one am not going to squander expenses just like that. Who cares which part of the world I get sent off to??!!?? If this set back in my could-be turtle experience has taught me anything, it is that I can plan and draw and map all I want but some hiccup along the way is going to mess up my squiggles and snuff out my geometry and distort my parallels. So, I am going to ENJOY the rest of my holiday WITHOUT worrying about silly mishaps and then I'm going to live the next year in London to my fullest WITHOUT worrying that I might never see another Hell's Kitchen programme again or Gary Rhodes or Gordan Ramsey or Ready Steady Cook or Wildlife on BBC or that TV programmes in Malaysia are aired about 3 series too late.

You know what? All of a sudden I'm quite keen on going to this conference. There'll be dancing and singing and I'll probably lose my voice all over again but hey, it'll be fun.

Thursday, July 21, 2005


Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How else can I put it? EEEEEeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow - Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Two of my friends are going to get married!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, yeah, I have more than two married or going-to-be-married friends but these two are speciaaaaalllllll....... eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I have a sore throat and it got worse when I received the email cos I was 'silently screaming' until my head buzzed and I felt light-headed. Wouldn't give any names just yet until I get a green light to do so so for now I have to content myself with an eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Exciting days ahead.

As for me, I still do not know where I'll be 'posted' the following year. My rent expires in June so unless I renew my contract, find another place to live or crash someplace, I'll be outa London by the end of June. Strange. It seemed only yesterday that I was trying to persuade my parents to let me stay in Kuching because I felt that I had enough of the 'London experience' and now London's like a second home to me. I have been weighing pros and cons trying to decide where I can be most useful and where I can best serve God and my fellow Christians. Somehow I feel that my energy and support will be best served in Kuching although I'm hoping that this conclusion I have come to is not a purely influenced decision by the things said to me by members from my home church. Since the last time I blogged, more people have approached me to return to Kuching. My heart is torn for two reasons; the relief of making a decision and the uncertainty that decision would bring. If I continued working in London, Kuching would still be a big part of me and my life as my family is here and many childhood friends I have are here. However, the contrary would mean that London would be but a memory in spite of good friendships, shared lives and spiritual growth. I'll probably still talk about London a lot and think about it and email my friends who live there but will I ever return to it to live (and pay rent and taxes... hehehe)? Even as I think I have made a decision, part of me is hesitant in accepting that the decision I have arrived to is the 'right' one. Perhaps it is because my heart has somehow flown Kuching and settled in London yet my mind tells my heart that London is not a permanent state to be in.

So, where am I at, exactly? My mind; the logical and sensible side of me (although why that sounds so funny, I do not know) tells me that Malaysia is the place I can best serve God and the church. My heart; the irrational, imnpulsive, passionate side of me nudges and implies that I really want to stay in London in spite of all the logical equations my mind produces. My will; torn between my head and my heart and yet to act or take action.

Don't worry, be happy.

Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!

When he was a young warthog
When I was a young warthog
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after ev'ry meal
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And, oh, the shame
Thought-a changin' my name
And I got downhearted
Ev'rytime that I... Hey, not in front of the Kids
Oh, sorry.

Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!

(music swells up as they walk across the very long fallen tree trunk)

Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata means no worries
For the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy...
Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata
Hakuna Matata, Hakuna Matata
Haku-na Matata, Hakuna Matata
Matata, Matata.. oh oh oh....

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Deuce is OKAY!

Just to let you know, my doggy woggy is okay. She's her yappy, scratchy self again and is back to her old tricks; biting Troy's ear, getting nipped at by Sally-dog, rolling in mud... it was just a huge bruise and she was in shock and although she often resists, I have insisted that she finished her medication before she can have dinner. I'm back to driving the Waja; I like automatic gear cars cos I don't have to stretch that far to press the clutch :)

I will be going to Satang Island next week and on to SIB Mawang, a sister church in the interior, the week after. In between, I still help out in the church, doing library checks and am the designated 'reading mother' for kindergarten kiddies, although why they don't just scream and run away, I don't know. Maybe it's the promise of biscuits and goodies lurking in my blood they can smell. Am looking forward to going back to London, although I have yet to figure out whether I'll be staying on in London afterward. I guess it depends on if I find a job and get a work permit. Several people have implied and expressed that I should 'settle' in Kuching. More than half of them suggested I should get married here (in an attempt to persuade me to stay; tall, dark, handsome guys, who could ask for more right?)! Amazing! Put my life in the hands of well-meaning folk anywhere in the world and my life gets soooo exciting all of a sudden. Only one person said that both he and his wife felt I had a ministry among the youth in my church and another friend jokingly said that if I lived in Kuching, he would be able to have cheesecake more often. Anyhoo, I have another year to decide before calling the ships to take my things from Oval back to Kuching.

Went out with Joel and Wai Peng today after church. We went to the Civic Centre cos a food fair was happenin' to raise funds for autistic children and our church had a stall there, selling chicken and jelly, although not together. There was even a bouncy castle there! After browsing (I bought a book) we decided that the little we had bought was not enough to satiate our appetites so we went in search of the nicest kolo mee - Carpenter street. Side note: My mum thinks that the laksa at Golden Arch is too coconut-ty and too spicy for her liking. After lunch, we went to shoot pool and then I went to the gym only to have this lady stand directly in front of me swinging her hips in a hula hoop as I was cycling down roads my imagination was creating. Having an obstacle so close visually and olfactively can get in the way of one's desire to dream.

Brian will be here tomorrow from Oxford so I have another friend I can ask to come shoot some arrows and balls with and keep me company. Too many people think I'm a social butterfly. I really am not. I just stay at home and bake.

Friday, July 15, 2005


Deuce got run over by the Avanza today. I'm glad the Avanza's going back to it's rightful owner tomorrow. High seat or no high seat, any car that knocks my dog down goes. I was in the gym when it happened and only knew about it when my mum picked me up. My mum assured me that it was just a bump and that she stopped immediately when she heard the puppy yelp so I was semi-convinced and we went to buy some groceries. I started having (another) headache on the way back and complained that this was my third headache in 4 days and that it was my third 'type' of headache. On Monday, I felt like someone wanted to tear my brain apart akin a durian, on Tuesday it felt like my usual bilateral tension headache and today it feels like a giant hammer. So, I was home and thought that I wanted to sit down and take a break when I saw Deuce sitting down in a corner. Note: Deuce does not just sit down. She runs around, whines, paws, jumps, bites, evrything but just sitting down so already I felt something was amiss and that maybe she was more seriously injured than my mum thought she was. She was still wagging her tail, which I took as a good sign but when I passed her by, I noticed that her left side sported a huge bruise that showed even through her white fur. I started ordering, yes ordering, my brother around to prepare to go to the vet.

I'm going to the vet.
Put newspapers down on the floor of the car!
You don't know what the floor of the car is??!!??
No, don't touch her. I'll do it.
No Jo, I said don't touch her.
No, don't carry her.
Get an old piece of cloth!
Over there!
To make her comfortable.
Pet her to soothe her.
Don't pat her head!
Is she okay?
Pray Jo.
Pray again.
I'm not driving fast.
I'm driving fast because we have to get to the vet fast.
Because Deuce is injured.
Where is the vet??!!?? (we went to a new branch which was nearer)
Can you see the sign?
Oh look, there it is.
Never mind about the parking. This is an emergency.
Stay here.
Come in.
Take my bag.
Take the keys out.
Press the first button.
Put the keys in the bag.
Open the zip.
Push the door open.
Thank you Jo.

The vet gave Deuce 2 injections and said that her internal organs were inflamed so I have to monitor her closely the next day or two and if anything 'funny' happens, I will go straight to the main vet centre. The vet is a vet after my own heart cos she gave Deuce some nutrition liquid (cos she can't eat solids for another day) and it smells like chocolate. I also have antibiotics and anti-inflamatory medication in my bag to give her. I really hope she'll be okay. She's not made a sound since I put her in her cage and usually she'll paw the door and whine to be let out. I really hope she'll be okay. I only remembered my headache as I sat down to dinner and it was pretty bad. I'll update you about Deuce tomorrow or the day after.

I don't think I'll be going to Satang Island after all. I'd much rather go bowling on Friday, bake a cake for the youth group on Saturday and see Saruul on Sunday.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Where the best food is...

I'll list a few places where I like to hang out and where, given the chance, I'd take my Brits. In this context, 'hang out' refers to food related hang outs :)
(Note: If Kuching people can tell me where the better ice kacang or beef noodles or whatever is, give me a shout and we'll compare notes.)

Laksa - Golden Arch, 3rd Mile flyover.
Beef noodles aka gu bak mi - Open A, open air Elektra house.
Fried rice - Jumbo, behind open A and B, where All Joy used to be.
Carrot cake - Bing!, Padungan.
Pong Piah - Padungan.
Siu pau - The little pagoda in the Sarawak Museum grounds
Seafood (of any sort) - Buntal.
Waffles - Hopoh ground floor.
Salmon - San Fransisco Grill
Bak Kut Teh - A corner shop on Rock Road. Travel along Roak Road in the direction of Jalan Laksamana Cheng Ho. Turn left towards some new shops before the exit into Ong Tien Sui Road. Last block. Follow your nose.
Tauhu Hua - The old man in India Street. Go along India Street from Courthouse Road towards Electra house. First turning on the right. You'll see him sitting there most mornings (but not afternoons cos then the tauhu hua goes sour).
Ice kacang and go mi teng - Da Light Food Court, Simpang Tiga flyover.
White Lady, Red Eye, Wheatgrass etc (drinks with weird names but taste yummy) - Hui Sing Open Air.
Large portions of kampua mee - Shop opposite where I used to work, Jalan Petanak. Went there for breakfast every morning. Breakfast should be the biggest meal of the day.
Rojak - Carpenter Street.
Thai prawn curry with bread - Thai restaurant under Lot 10, Padungan/ Sekama.
Kolo Mee (with extra fishballs) - Green Road, at junction where breaks off into Pisang Road. Sidetrack: Pisang means banana. We also have Nanas Road. Nanas mean Pinapple. Durian road... and one wonders why I think about food so much.
Apong balik - There's a man who sells it in front of BDC Everrise.
Lamb curry - Tabuan Jaya.

However, nothing beats the three-foot way of my kid days. Somehow the fried noodles tasted so much better and an outing to eat was so much more fun and exciting when we were sitting under a makeshift, ricketty construction, which threatened to collapse with every lorry that passed by.

Unfortunately, kebabs are a rarity in Malaysia :(

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Turtle Island

I might be going to Satang Island this weekend to help the environment. How, I really do not know but I have been promised turtle cleaning ie cleaning out their ponds and tanks where the environmentalists breed them to return them to the wild and possibly cleaning baby turtles as well. The trip costs RM180 for one night and that's the only reason I'm even thinking of not going. I doubt I'll be able to make the trip to Mulu, although maybe I might go to Miri or Marudi. It's bowling night this Friday and I'll be back in London in a month. Jamie said that I showed favouritism to Saruul over the guys; Kho Soo and Hadi. To my knowledge, in Malaysia and East Asia, unless the guys are Silas, Bryan or CJ, they tend to assume that when a girl gets (too) friendly (as I too often am), she likes him so I keep my distance (usually) until I know them a bit better before asking to return with them to South Korea or Thailand, as I did with Saruul. Don't you think a guy would freak out??!!?? Poor guy comes to Kuching to learn English and returns to his hometown with a 'package' in tow. Anyway, I did make an effort to talk to them more last night and asked Jamie to invite them to bowling night, stressing that it would be good to see all of them. Bla. This keyboard is sticky and that makes me just wanna bla out in broken English.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

From the driver's perspective

I have just returned from 'touring' my city ... in the Avanza!!! Dad was the passenger and as usual, he had his hand on the hand break (just in case). Man, the view from 'up there' is like nothing you'll get from a saloon car. However, there were two slight drawbacks to the otherwise 'perfect' journey; my dad insisted I drive at no more than 70 and the Avanza is of manual gear descent. I actually had really bad stomach cramps the whole day and it didn't help when my mum suggested everything 'stomach' related from food poisoning to apendicitis. (Note: the appendix is not in the stomach). As a result I had to forgo badminton with Crystal :( but we have agreed to meet up next week. I baked more biscuits for Alpha course and they're yummy! This Wednesday I'm playing tennis with Sarah, Christine (and Jamie if he rememebers... I should remind him tomorrow). I was going to the gym tomorrow but something far better has come up - I get to send my brother to tuition in the Avanza!

Monday, July 11, 2005

Cars and cookies

Am in my dad's shop again and am taking care of my brother at the same time, who didn't go to school today cos of a stomach ache. Made him memorise his time tables from 1 to 12. Mum will be picking me up in the Avanza today since the other car got into an accident. Can't wait to drive it. My mum quite likes big 4x4s, SUVs and MPVs like Mitsubishi Storm but she's never got around to getting one for herself. Perhaps, I'll be able to persuade her to get me a Hummer for my 'first car' so I can drive to Mulu Caves and Mount Kinabalu. With a Hummer though, hopefully I'll be able to fly there. Coolness.

Will be doing more baking this afternoon. The ghee biscuits were a tad overdone so in my eyes, not suitable for consumption outside the family. My mum and bro have no problem with that but it means that I'll be spending another day in front of the oven. I've decided to make snowflake biscuits, which also melt in the mouth. Nisha bade me make a 'BAD Triple C' - Best 'Ever' (substitute the E for A) Debibo Chocolate Cheese Cake - before I leave Kuching.

Sunday, July 10, 2005


Even if I do ever forget one day when the 9/11 attack on New York was, I doubt I'll ever forget when the 7/7 attack on London was as it coincided with my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday Fi (ironic, dark, dry, morbid humour).

Tried calling people as soon as I knew of the bombings, which in Malaysia, was in the evening and was more than a little concern when mobile phones were unavailable and landlines were either down, engaged or were put through to an automated operater. I tried calling several people several times and in the end managed to get hold of Carly, Elena and the guys at Mile End the day after. In a way, because of the summer break, less students got affected than might have been and we have to be grateful for that even as we support others who have been affected or who have loved ones who have been affected. Thank you to all those who have emailed to let me know you're okay. In Malaysia, we're told of the stiff upper lip of the British who have the tenacity of a bulldog, as they go on with life and still continue to board the number 30 bus. I had already made up my mind to walk instead of using the bus next year except in winter. Maybe I need to get some of that British courage as opposed to Dutch courage, no pun intended to Dutch people.

Am currently going to and from the kitchen and the computer because I'm baking ghee cookies for Alpha Course on Tuesday. Ghee, otherwise known as lard cookies, or cow fat cookies :) Sounds gross I know, but they taste so good and they melt in your mouth. I tried to sweep the floor but after 4 years using a hoover, alas, my floor sweeping skill was not up to standard and my dad is resweeping the floor. I did do the laundry and shower my three dogs though but they rolled in the mud to get dry so they're dirty again. I'm trying to persuade Jamie to give me his grandmother's 'secret' chocolate-chip, oatmeal cookies before he leaves Kuching because I have been told that they taste really good. Am restocking my recipe dictionary and encyclopedia so I can cook new recipes for 'my people back in London.'

My brother is 'jungle trekking' behind the house with the neighbour's sons and their destination is a lone, wild grown papaya (paw-paw) tree.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Another quiz from Jo's page

I'm just lifting 'tests' from Jo's page, my source of dark and dry humour. Shall resume real life in a few days.

Last Cigarette: Never had any.
Last Alcoholic Drink: At communion in St Helens.
Last Car Ride: Just now from the gym.
Last Kiss: Deuce's nose.
Last Good Cry: A few weeks ago I think.
Last Library Book: Jurisprudence and Media law from the State library.
Last book bought: Does a women's mag count? Today after lunch. Man, I'm sa-ad.
Last Book Read: The said women's mag.
Last Movie Seen in Theatres: Batman Begins!
Last Movie Rented: No idea. Probably something the boys from Oval borrowed.
Last Cuss Word Uttered: Shit.
Last Beverage Drank: Cold water.
Last Food Consumed: Fries.
Last Crush: Val Kilmer - again - I saw him on TV while gyming.
Last Phone Call: Dad - I needed him to bring back Benovate-N cream that my co-worker wanted to buy.
Last TV Show Watched: Some film on TV with Val Kilmer in it but I don't know the name of the film.
Last Time Showered: This morning. I had no time to shower after gym cos mum was picking me up early and I want to play with my dogs before I shower tonight.
Last Shoes Worn: My gym shoes - some lady commented that they were really nice and I said matter-of-factly that I bought them from the 20 cent discount store, which in spite of it's name, is not the cheapest shop to go to.
Last CD Played: Westlife, their second album.
Last Item Bought: A maroon, knee length, velvet dress, which I purchased with the mag.
Last Download: 3 Foot Ninja for my brother.
Last Annoyance: The ladies at the gym didn't put the 'right' music on at the gym just now.
Last Disappointment: Sarah went to play tennis without me today :(
Last Soda Drank: Is coke a soda? No? Ages ago then.
Last Thing Written: My name, locker number, number of towels and time in the gym book.
Last Key Used: Locker key in the gym.
Last Words Spoken: Mum, go and pick Pa! My mum crashed the car on Sunday so now we only have one car.
Last Sleep: Last night.
Last Ice Cream Eaten: At Haagen Dazs with Jo and Priss. It was an ice cream shake or something.
Last Chair Sat In: This chair.
Last Webpage Visited: KCL webpage to email.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Survey from Joanna

Name:Debibo Debbibuzzers Debster
Birthday:12 April 19..
Birthplace:Kuching - City of Cats purrrrr.
Current Location:Chair
Eye Color:Dark brown
Hair Color:Black (occasionally purple)
Height:4' 10'' (now the whole world knows my shameful secret)
Right Handed or Left Handed:Ambidextrous
Your Heritage:Chinese
The Shoes You Wore Today:My blue trainers when I had to rescue Troy, who fell down the 'cliff' by the side of my house, with a ladder and some string.
Your Weakness:Shopping, cows, horses, dogs, guys who bake...
Your Fears:Snakes.
Your Perfect Pizza:Pepperoni, chargrilled chicken, spicy beef and pork, green peppers, pineapples or vegetarian without the olives.
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:Godliness
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:What's an instant messenger?
Thoughts First Waking Up:Lately; Oh.. it's past 6am. Generally; A few more minutes...
Your Best Physical Feature:Hmmm... I would have said my butt but then it got a puncture in it so... my bladder.
Your Bedtime:11pm
Your Most Missed Memory:I don't remember. I've misplaced it someplace :)
Pepsi or Coke:Pepsi Max
MacDonalds or Burger King:Burger King
Single or Group Dates:Is a 'single' date a date for one?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee:Cappuccino
Do you Smoke:No
Do you Swear:Occasionally
Do you Sing:Yes
Do you Shower Daily:Yes
Have you Been in Love:Yes
Do you want to go to College:Yes! I want to relive my glory days.
Do you want to get Married:Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Do you belive in yourself:Yes
Do you get Motion Sickness:Only on ferries leaving the Isle of Wight
Do you think you are Attractive:To ferrets and other rodents of sort...
Are you a Health Freak:On the way.
Do you get along with your Parents:Yes
Do you like Thunderstorms:Yes
Do you play an Instrument:No. I play a few.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:No. The Tia Maria in the cupboard was expired.
In the past month have you Smoked:No
In the past month have you been on Drugs:Ponstan
In the past month have you gone on a Date:Date defined as an appointment, yes, heaps. "Date' date, no.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:No. Several.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:No
In the past month have you been on Stage:Yes
In the past month have you been Dumped:No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:No
Ever been Drunk:no
Ever been called a Tease:Yes
Ever been Beaten up:Yes
Ever Shoplifted:Yes
How do you want to Die:With a bang or mauled by a lion; I hear it's very soothing cos it's one of the very few times they purr to placate the victim.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:You mean when I grow sideways.
What country would you most like to Visit:Mongolia.
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:No preference
Favourite Hair Color:No preference
Short or Long Hair:If long, must be tied up, preferably curly and brown. Other wise, short.
Height:Really, it doesn't matter.
Weight:Anything lighter than a horse will do.
Best Clothing Style:Male apparell.
Number of Drugs I have taken:Up to you.
Number of CDs I own:Up to you.
Number of Piercings:Up to you.
Number of Tattoos:Up to you but no snakes, no girls' names, no females in any shape, size or form and no phrases I don't understand.
Number of things in my Past I Regret:How many do you remember?


Monday, July 04, 2005

Tit for tat

I'm looking after my dad's shop and there's a whole row of breast pumps right in front of me hence, the title. Reminds me of the time I went to the State Library and looked for a book on breastfeeding cos I was sure my poor dog's tits were sore from the puppies' noisy sucking.

Sebuyau II was even better than Sebuyau I. I went up on deck when we went on the express boat and after 20 or so minutes, felt like I had just had a facelift. Saw little rock islands and fishing boats and hoped for dolphins to suddenly jump out of the water but they didn't. We had not one or two but THREE boat rides and we had not one or two but THREE lorry rides. Wonderful. The lorry rides were great and I saw not one but TWO brown cows! I sort of gave a half shout half scream and everyone thought that I had dropped my camera but it was cos I saw the cows :) I tried speaking Iban, which resulted in kind smiles and crinkly eyes but probably secret gasps of laughter afterwards. The stars seemed brighter compared to a fortnight ago and the whole trip was very rewarding. Returned in the afternoon, cycled for 2 hours (but still feeling inadequately flabby) and then prepared to go to our first night service in KEC. Saruul came. That's S-a-r-u-u-l and not with a 'g' as I previously thought. She seems quite excited about me going to Mongolia and she's even planned for us to go shopping! Mac said that shopping in Mongolia would probably be done behind a camel than in a shopping mall. I'll buy the camel. Mac also thought it was funny that I defined Mongolia by horses, cows, camels, men and shopping. Hey, how many men do you know can rope a wild camel and ride a wild horse? Guess what, Saruul has a brother my age. Hahaha. Hee hee hee. Hoo hoo hoo. I have been quite hyped up the last 2 days, giggling non stop and finding almost everything funny.

We went to the open air food bazaar next to Electra House for siu bee/ siew mai/ pork dumplings and tauhu chui/ soya bean milk for supper cos Jamie wanted to go and chow. Jamie's from Canada and in him I think I have found someone more blur ie clueless than I am. The first time I've been there since I got back and disappointingly, the gu bak mi ie beef noodles man wasn't there. Met a guy called Wen Wei and since he's been to Sydney, I started talking about Watson's Bay, the place that sells, what I consider to be the best Prawn 'hotdog' in Sydney. He wasn't sure whether he'd been there so I described the place for him, right down to the blue and white stripes. I went there 6 years ago and Sarah 'gently' reminded me that the colour orientation could have changed since then. I also described the house we went to in Sebuyau in colour; pink house, blue windows, blue linoleum and Sarah asked me whether I remembered everything by colour. Ironic if it's true, considering I can't really tell the difference between light blue and green.

I'm off for lunch. Cryst if you get this today, badminton night is tonight! Will I see you there? Best of as many as we can get up in the air for one hour.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Echoes of a reunion

Sarah called last night. Reminded me that I had a reunion to go to pronto. Naturally I was happy to have an excuse to dress up so an hour and a half later, we were off. Although it was a reunion, more than half the people there were not from my class so I was quite content to lounge and eat carrot cake and chat to the few I 'clicked' with (man, that sounds bias). That was, until Stephanie Yeo and Angeline Ong came in... If we as a group were loud before, the noise level suddenly went up and through the roof and possibly several layers of hemisphere and believe this or not London folks, it was not me shrieking. Angie and Steph walked in, glanced round at everyone, took a double take at me and started screaming and I wasn't even wearing a skirt (I'll explain that later). Everyone turned to look. Everyone. I half squirmed in my seat wondering to myself whether I had it easy with Cryst and Leo's gawking. At least they were vocally restrained. After a considerable amount of time, we managed to turn the volume down to just 'loud' as we did more catching up and etc.

Now, why the screaming? Sigh... being the tomboy that I was for the good part, if not the whole of my teens, I wore my hair short (think crew cut short), shaved an inch above my ears, tried to grow sideburns and wore trousers that hung lower than my pinnafore. I climbed trees, got dirty, only dared to get my ears pierced at 16, wore my older cousins' clothes and thought being a guy would be the least troublesome state to be in. Once when I was 14,, my friend Tiara and Cheryl, who was another rougish character and I were walking to the cathedral near our school. Tiara later told us that her mum asked her why she was walking with two boys by herself. that was the sorry state I had put myself in and yet I was proud of it. Anyway, I swore off skirts and heels and anything above the knees and earrings and anything pink and etc. By the way, I was a Christian at that point in time, only I was a tad rebellious, if the word can be used, about 'norms' and expectations, in a way just as I am now. Get this, I was even given the nickname "The boy with the bra" when I had to finally sucumb to feminine apparell. It was a source of much amusement for my 'gang.' I think the nickname was only used on birthdays and during Living Skills (Kemahiran Hidup)lessons because it was slightly too long and couldn't be shortened. Why Living Skills lessons? It was the most time consuming, least rewarding lesson of them all. So anyway, given my brief and staunch denial of anything feminine, I guess it was a shock to the system to see me sitting poised (HAH) and collected (HAHAHA) in Bing! Cafe in my pink boots, striped top and red beret. Man, I sould have gone for the leopard print skirt with off shoulder gypsy top.

Anyway, enough about reunions. I am going to Sebuyau tomorrow!!! Baked two cakes this afetrnoon - orange butter and carrot walnut with butterscotch frosting - the latter of which I will bring to Bible Study tonight. Results will be announced on the 4th of July instead of today so the anticipation mounts. By the way, Kuching people, if you want cheap Pedigree giant tins of dog food, go to Upwell. At Everrise it's sold for RM7.50, at Choice Daily it's RM7 and at Upwell.... RM6.30! Have to go. Mum cooked stew.