The Good Old Days...

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Can you spot yours truly in the picture above? I mean...common on...it's not difficult is it? There are only two Chinese girls in that class and I was not wearing glasses YET at the time. The year was 1998...kelas 4 Chempaka...

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An old school posted a couple of our primary school pictures up on Face Book. Some made me smile and others made me cringe. Before long, I was rolling on the floor with laughter...which I take as a good sign...at least I have a childhood filled with stupid memories. Like for instance...

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There was this one guy in our class (he is in the picture above but so not saying which one) whom Manju and myself (and I am sure others as well) used to bully...well...maybe bully is too strong a word...tease then. And he would always retaliate by saying stuff like, "I ask my mother to pour hot water on you!". Talk about an easy target. Yes...yes, kids are sometimes unkind...but in our defence...we just could not help ourselves. One day, when he could no longer 'tahan' us, he with much gusto stood up and yelled, "STOP PROSTITUTING ME!". I took one look at Manju and we burst out laughing. We think that the poor fella meant to ask us to stop 'prosecuting' him.

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Alas...

No More Food Please!!!

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Oh! Pig, pig, pig!!! That's what I've been. My birthday has come and gone but the 'festivities' have not. On Wednesday (my birthday proper), D, M and J and yours truly partied away at 21. The food there is really good and so was the bottle of wine we pick...white...not too dry with slight fruity hints. See, I should remember the good wines I drink but...do I? No! As a result, it's always eeni meeni minee mo...which bottle is to go? Anyway, got a bril pressie from D. Anyone wanna play with me?

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Yesterday was a Japanese feast with my hometown posse. And no...I did not beat my record of 36 oysters. I only managed 17 this time around.

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And tonight, another round of seafood with my ex-dg members at Telok Gong. Marmite and salted egg crabs, assam* fish, bamboo lala, too fu, butter mantis prawns, la la mee hoon and of course a dish of veggie (obligatory dish on most Malaysians dining table). Dawn...the little temptress...ordered a small bottle of toddy (todi?). Summary: STUFFED TO THE BRINK.

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There are no pictures of food at Genji @ PJ Hilton or at the Coconut Restaurant for a very simple reason. We were too busy eating to think about taking pictures. Alas...our memories will have to be out faithful reminder of these 'gluttony' days.

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Anyway dear friends...thank you for making this milestone a memorable and fun one. Thank you especially for all the free food and drinks. Ha ha. Yes, we may occasionally fight and have difference of opinions...but I trust that our friendship is strong enough to overcome all that and more. So I raise my glass to all of you...salute!

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Assam = spicy sourish sauce

I Feel The Lurve

It has started. The countdown to my big THREE-O. I feel it my bones. I need to start taking calcium tablets...at a more regular frequency (not the once a month dosing that I am currently practising...yes, I know...none compliant pharmacist) because according to Abbott pharmaceuticals, "Bone lost starts at 30". But hey...age is just a number I am told.

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I am not going to tone down...talk less...lose my hearty laughter...but instead I have every intention to LIVE MORE and make every second count. Who is with me?!!!

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Yeah!

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Tonight...was...let me think...fun! Yes definitely. True, I was very disappointed that the rain spoilt our paintball session. But hey, we can't always get what we want. So, true to our Chinese nature (yes...Div...don't deny that 'makan' gene in you), we went straight for dinner. Dinner was good...assam steam fish, salted egg crabs, Mantis prawns, yam basket, butter prawns and lots of veggie.

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The food was gone in the flash. Really. I am not exagerating. Then, came the birthday cake. Then came the series of unfortunate events that lead to yours truly having her face shoved into the cake in front of the entire restaurant. She was then allowed to clean up...first walking the walk of shame through the restaurant to the toilet. Then came the second wave. I should have seen it coming. I really should have...but I did not. Shame on me...must be getting soft with old age. Flour...water...sigh. Poor Bee had to drive a drippy Leech back home.

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We learn something new each day. The lesson of the day is this: it is really difficult getting flour out of one's hair...and clothes. The picture up up up there is of my hair...still with bits of flour (by this time it had become dough) in it even after a vigorous wash. My shirt too still has bits of flour all over it. I have given up scrubbing it. I will wait till it is dry to pick out the dry bits.

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Another lesson: friendship...is a really beautiful thing. Before you guys, The Rat had me thinking that my colleagues could never be my friends. Thanks for proving her wrong. So this blog is dedicated to you guys...in alphabetical order...Adwin, Amelia, Bee, Divya, Jing Yong, Poh Wan, Wen Chieh...cause you all ROCK!

Blur...

This Hari Raya…though not as strenous as last year’s white water rafting, abseiling and caving expedition…proved to be equally as entertaining though not entirely as healthy. After two days of intoxicating social dos that started on Friday afternoon, it was REALLY difficult waking up this morning to get to work. Granted, the roads were crystal clear (just gotta lurve the holidays!)…but I could not say the same about my head.

But I digress…or not. Over the last two days (that really felt like a weekend) I played some ping pong, managed a 6 minute change of clothes*, ‘socialised’ at tsb, watched many episodes of Shark, attended a close friend’s daughter’s Sangeet a.k.a Punjabi style celebration with lots of singing and dancing and juicy ribs, did a Kimi Raikkonen to Subang for waffles, shot a cross bow and pretended to be Legolas with a bow and arrow, ventured around the town of Kundang in search of lunch, walked the whole of Summit, pigged out on just too much food and ended the festivities with Mama Mia.

Mama Mia was entertaining but I just could not stomach the Pierce Brosnan singing romantic/angst love songs. It was just too weird for me. In my head, he will always be, “Bond, James Bond.”

Right then, that’s all the update for now because dear blog, a certain silver Honda City awaits to sweep us out for lunch.

* Kiasu attempt to avoid paying parking fees but later on found out that the exit bar was up anyway cause no one was around. Gah!!!