Saturday, March 20, 2010

Sunday School practice

The memory verse for tomorrow is.....

Romans 3:24 (why? cos 24 divided by 3 is 8)

Keywords in bold:-

BUT the free gift of God's grace makes all of us right with Him. Christ Jesus paid the price to set us free.

Sounds like something Malaysians should like; has a lot of free stuff in it :)

Friday, March 19, 2010

Urgh, mornings

No matter how much practice I put in, I do not foresee myself becoming a "morning" person anytime soon. I may belong to the "dusk & dawn", the "twilight" (no, not the vampire show) or even "the night" but mornings come from a whole different planet.

Every night I dream my past and future; every morning I try to play catch up to my dreams.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

First cut

Things I am going to learn (and have time to learn!) when I go home:-

1) How to make multi-coloured kuih lapis
2) How to make ngo hiang
3) How to knit a teddy bear
4) How to pump petrol
5) How to pump my tayar kereta
6) How to live without 8TV
7) How to cook double boil ginseng soup
8) How to cook bak kut teh
9) How to cook char siu anything
10) How to chop chicken by myself

Monday, March 15, 2010

Psychonut

I like people to tell me what they're thinking.
Then I get to find out what people think about what they think they should be thinking about.

I like people to tell me why they think the way they do.
Then they subconsciously tell me why they are not thinking another way. Maybe they're scared to admit that the other way is also right because then they have to face up to why they chose the one right instead of the other.

I like people to tell me about themselves.
I like to hear what they think of themselves, to see if it matches with what others think of them and how they portray themselves to be. Do they walk the talk and talk the walk? Or do they just talk?

I like people to tell me what they think about me.
Then I can tell them they're wrong. Unless you say I don't understand Excell spreadsheets. In which case, you would be right.

I like people to tell me what they think I think about myself. 
Because it's always funny how people think they know everything there is to know and it's interesting to see what people think you think about yourself. Some people treat you the way they think you should be treated. Some treat you the way they think you want to be treated but if they do not know you, how can they treat you the way they think they should?

I like people. Because everyone thinks that they count but just don't believe it.

You count. Believe it. Now that you count, are you not compelled to act?

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Sold

Some things have been sold already. Please confirm if you want any of the rest before I list it as "sold". You know my number; call me for the rest! Or get me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/debibo.

Pick-up can be arranged at a time that suits us both. Mattress can only go in May 2010. But think of the free pillows. Very worth the wait :p

1) ONE Study table - big lah; not super big; how big does it need to be??? It's like 2 and a half rulers long (the long ruler). FREE plastic chair and stationery.
2) ONE wardrobe - FREE 20 hangers
3) ONE bookshelf - FREE Cleo and one large pot of red poster paint (SOLD!)
4) ONE 100% latex mattress FREE 3 pillows including The Nightmare Before Christmas round pillow
5) Low square table - Buy one get one FREE
6) 2 Cloth wardrobes - FREE full length mirror (or vice versa)
7) 2 Dustbins + pail - FREE tennis balls for your dog to chew
8) CD rack - FREE extension cord (SOLD!)

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Cut outs

There really isn't any point telling people your dreams. Really there isn't. In a moment of inspiration and desire to share a splice of your humanity, ideas get shot so thoroughly that it looks like a dress Rihanna would wear.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Things to Sell

I have the following to sell in the next 2 months. My landlady obviously doesn't know a good deal when she sees one. I offered to sell her my furniture so she could in turn jack up her rental price for a "furnished room" cos at the moment it's priced for "unfurnished." She could've made a profit easy.

If you think you want any of them please just message else it'll all go to charity. Which means I lose it anyway without the dosh :p Just think how happy I'll be with 3 extra horse riding lessons.

1) ONE Study table - big lah; not super big; how big does it need to be??? It's like 2 and a half rulers long (the long ruler). FREE plastic chair and stationery.
2) ONE wardrobe - FREE 20 hangers
3) ONE bookshelf - FREE Cleo and one large pot of red poster paint
4) ONE 100% latex mattress FREE 3 pillows including The Nightmare Before Christmas round pillow
5) Low square table - Buy one get one FREE
6) 2 Cloth wardrobes - FREE full length mirror (or vice versa)
7) 2 Dustbins + pail - FREE tennis balls for your dog to chew
8) CD rack (50 CDs) - FREE extension cord  

*Prices all negotiable but please play fair
*All items listed for FREE are subject to individual purchase while stocks last
* Subject to clause 2 the vendor may use to replace such free items no longer available with a large Rootbeer float

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Paranoid Hyperchondriac

Had a coughing fit last night which left me wheezy, smelling of Vapour rub and retching. To add to it, my 7.5m long intestine kept making unwanted noises, giving me second thoughts about accepting the Doc's advice to agree to having a tube up one end to check my rear and a tube down the other end to dispell suspicions of stomach ulcers. I wanted to tell her that if I ever got hit by an oncoming bus, she was free to do her recommened checks whilst knitting my shattered ribs together.

Before Christmas, I was coughing so badly that the Doc recommended an X-ray be done. Instead of pneumonia or other pulmonaric infections, I was given the all clear to fly home.

Around April when I had my accident, 2 CAT scans revealed..... nothing, except my beating, alive, functioning brain. So all my friends' fears of me having a lasting tumour in my brain were unfounded. My migraines still happen and I'm trying to correct my blurry vision with new spectacles.

When I first read about Meningitis as a child, I repeatedly rolled a glass over my arms and legs to check for tell-tale spots.

I still remember the time I thought I was diabetic and would keep checking the toilet bowl for ants. When a really heavy bottle fell on my toe and it turned colour the next day I didn't think, "Oh, it's bruised because a heavy object fell on it." I immediately thought, "Gangrene!!!"

Another time I thought I had a benign growth in my head because I felt a protrusion. I still think it's benign growth, maybe of bone mass, who knows?

It may seem like all my symptoms are just in my head after all.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Short sighted?

I handed my notice of resignation in yesterday.

Some think I'm crazy. Even more so when I don't have a 'back-up' job.

So why do it? It could be that Debibo went off on a tangent and decided to do something irrational and impulsive for a laugh or to prove a point or to annoy people on purpose or to complicate things a little. Or maybe it just so happened that she was living in a Puss-in-Wonderland fairytale in her mind and was of unsound mind albeit momentarily (I hear people snickering).

I guess it boils down to your priorities. In this case, you could say mine have changed. Do I really need the imported metallic car and potential 5 figure salary when I don't have sleep, rest or health? When I don't have joy, does anything else matters? Can anything els matter? When I don't have the heart, can any training stir me to action?

Up to 2 weeks ago thoughts of UK were in the cards raring to go, waiting with baited breath. Then I go home. And for the first time since I left home (again) in 2003, I didn't want to leave.

But KL has an energy; an addictive energy that pumps the adrenaline by the gallon and there is opportunity here, work aside, the opportunity to continue learning, to grow with like-minded people. It's not like Cranium and Taboo only exist in Kuching... and there're no horses in Kuching to ride, no zorbing, no Bukit Gasing, FRIM or Melati. No Pasta Zanmai, no roadside chee cheong fun, no crucial decision-making MNCs to work for, less money, less opportunity...if I see my wavelengths and patterned thoughts in visuals and colour, mine run foul of the "way things should be" and I have my reservations about acceptance and re-belonging; the only 2 Bahasa Sarawak words I know are manok and pusak :(.

Kuching is simply, not KL.

So why not change jobs and stay in KL?

Because there has to be a reason why after all this time running away I am ready to go home. I am ready to submit to what I have been escaping from. And I have to find out why.