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!!!

I Picture It In Black And White

While I was going through my stuff today, I found old pictures dating back to my university days in Glasgow, my college days in Sunway and my secondary school days in Kuala Terengganu. Old memories flooded my thoughts and nostalgia tugged at my heart. Friends, ex-boyfriends, family...acquiantances I cannot remember names off...they were all there.

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There was that picture of the four musketeers (Lauren, Manju, Ratha and yours truly) standing on my gate in my old house in KT. We must have just finished a tuition session in my house...probably accounting. We were so young and carefree.

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Then there was that whole album of the five of us modelling for Bahar (who is now a bonafide photographer traveling the world in search of that one perfect shot) in the basement of Vero's house. That brought a sheepish smile of...erm...embarassment..."What were we thinking off?!!". No one must EVER see those pictures. Cringe cringe! To think that we even had wardrobe changes and drabes as backdrops. Why? Why? Why?!!! Oh, the follies of youth...

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There were many pictures of the many Chinese New Year dinners the entire extended family had together...Teluk Intan, Kuala Terengganu, Penang and Bentong. The food! Oh the food! My mum and aunts would conspire weeks preceeding the event of what would be on the menu and who would prepare what...sheer geniouses at work. The younger generation knew better than to get it their way. Oh no! One cardinal rule: NEVER go into the kitchen while the aunts were at work. We knew our role by heart...eat up and pretend to help out with the dishes later.

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There was that one picture of Adrian and myself covered with chocolate sauce and flour...somewhere in the back streets of Glasgow. My birthday 'gift' to him. Of course my plans backfired on me. I was supposed to remain clean...but alas...the best laid plans...

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I could go on and on but I won't (yes, I can hear you sighing in relief). It is sometimes nice to remember the past...to laugh over the ridiculous and silly things we did (and trust me, I have PLENTY of 'stupid things done in the past' to laugh...and cringe about). It helps me take stock of my current situation and see how far I've come from those days and how much I have changed AND whether those changes were for the better or the worse. It gently reminds me of the invincibility of my youth and if I could do it then...I can certainly do it now!!! Lastly, it reminds me that I have been blessed with family and friends and a life rich with colourful experiences.

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So yes...take time to travel through the roads of years gone past. You never know what you might re-find. Enjoy the memories...this Leech is heading off to bed. Sweet dreams!

Just Another Manic Monday

A question one should always ask one's inner 'clutter' self: Can I possibly pack my whole life's belongings in one weekend to be moved to another location if ever the Mob decides to come after me?

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If the answer is no...then you have too many wordly things that I can bet you haven't even touched in the past year...no no...in the past FIVE years. Am I right or am I right! I never knew that I was a clutter freak until I this weekend where I had to have a major spring cleaning exercise...reasons of which I am unable to disclose. Anyhow, the amount of junk I threw out, recycled and donated were phenomenal. Okay, so most of the things were my dad's stuff but still, I had like clothes from fifteen years ago and stuff from all the conferences I have ever attended. Boy, did I have a good time of throwing things away.

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In case I have never said this before...I LOVE THROWING THINGS AWAY. The problem is that I don't set nearly enough 'throwing away' time as I would like and hence the 'collection' of clutter grows. So, my new take in life...SIMPLICITY! We actually don't use a whole lot of things in our day to day life...at least I don't. We DON'T need really need a lot of things to survive and be able to help others and have a good time.

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Ooops, got to go. The mania begins once more...one day I may explain this elusive entry but for the time being BUY LESS AND GIVE MORE!

A Myth...

And so...I have given up cold drinks, spicy food, fried food and all forms of alcohol. A promise I made to Amelia as I started my journey towards clear lungs and a fluff free throat. You (and I) really have no idea how difficult and also abnormal it is for me to order warm/hot drinks..."Satu limau...errrmmm panas kurang manis"...amidst the weird looks from my peeps. You see, I am the one who is always complaining that 'it is freaking hot in here...down the tempt man!' and constantly running to the cafeteria for ice.

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It has been 3 days now and I think that this whole...cannot drink cold water and eat spicy food is a myth BECAUSE THE FLUFF BALL IS STILL THERE and my lungs are getting chestier (ha ha...I nearly typed bustier). Okay...it is time to resort to medication. My plan is:

Ambroxol 30mg TDS

Actifed i ON

Vitamin C 1000mg OD

Benadryl 15mL ON

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And if that doesn't work...then Tommy, I hope that you are ready for me. HA HA HA!!!

Long Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

My resistance towards medication and desire in remaining antibiotic naive is wearing thin. I have been coughing my lungs out for the past couple of weeks. Actually, I have been 'trying' to cough out this the really irritating evil fluff ball that has taken residence in my throat. It (the no gooder fluff ball) is really good at NOT being evicted. I have tried apple cider vinegar (thanks Wen Wei...my perp...not my brother...yes...seriously!) which burnt a pathway from my throat right down to my stomach. It worked for a while but the fluff ball returned. I have tried Fluimucil and Mucosolvan...but alas...the fluff ball and phlegm remained. I feel bad for all my peeps around me. I try and TRY not to cough but this damn thing is just too good at its job of being...well...fluffy. Gah!

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This week is finally over and I am sitting in my cubicle (my extremely neat and well organised five by five by five cube!) feeling worn out and OLD!!! The amount of reports and paper work that is on my table has piled up over the last three weeks. I am so glad that my boy is coming back (miss bullying him...ha ha...and ganging up to bully our perps)...I really just need to sit in front of my pc and not be disturbed by phone calls and patients and annoying colleagues. Okay, back to work...I am determined to clear my table this weekend...DETERMINED I tell ya! Besides...the time is coming soon (sorry for being cryptic...but those of you who know...tahu tahu lah!) and now is as good a time as ever.

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Anyway, a few photos of my last trip to make me feel less worn out and aged. Ha ha...happy Merdeka ya all!

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Sunset at Redondo Beach. Gorgeous...chilly...just the way I like it.

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If my grafiti was that good...there would be more grafiti on the walls in my hospital...YEAH!

A room with a view...if my bedroom looked out at THAT...I would probably not need to roll around so much before psyching myself to get out of bed.

I love the beach...the smells...the sounds.

I miss my long wavy hair! It is short now...a victim (the hair) of the hot Malaysian weather and a little too many oysters...a story that can only be told face to face, I am afraid. Anyway, that (the glass) was a giganto iced margarita...pekat enough...just the way I like it!!!

Dinner followed suit.

Yes my fellow 'Live To Eat' club members...fried lobsters and crab legs and yes...it was THAT good.

Down In The Dumps

Sometimes I feel so stripped down. All my defenses have disappeared over night and I feel raw and exposed. And it certainly doesn’t help that I am listening to very melancholic music right now (The Pierces: Thirteen Tales of Love and Revenge). I suppose that the lyrics are actually rather ironically funny, but in my current mood of gloom and sensitivity, it sounds dead depressing. Life is really a matter of interpretation, isn’t it?

It’s just this time of the year that brings me down and I try not to let it, but starting from mid August I just start getting really gloomy (I know, I am going to use this word a fair bit here, my sincere apologies) without knowing why. It just hits me all of a sudden. Blam! And I am left wanting to crawl into a hole and just hide…hibernate.

Then I realise, oh, this were the couple of really difficult weeks leading up to my mum’s death. Okay. This fact sinks in and suddenly I feel less gloomy…because it helps to understand where the gloom (hey, this is only the fourth time!) is coming from. Then at least I can start working on it.

So I guess that for the time being, I am going to stay away from people who grate my exposed nerves and remember to breath deeply (like a hundred times) before I say something biting in response to imbecilic remarks. For those of you dear to my heart (you know who you are), please bear with me if you catch me in one of my moods. I really don’t mean to bring anyone down. Those who can’t bear with me, then I guess that you are not dear to my heart and I seriously am not in the least bothered about what you think.

And P/S: Don’t dish out advice that you yourself do not or cannot follow because it just seems really silly coming out from your hypocritical mouth.

There, I have said it. I have said it and I am going to leave it.

Eating Alone...

Okay, so most of us associate eating as social events...get togethers...catch ups. You pick up the phone and go, "Ho loi mo kin...oi yum cha mo?" (directly translated as "Long time no see...want to drink tea a.k.a makan*-lah*?"). You get the point.

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But there ARE times when one becomes hungry at odd hours and one does not have one's boyfriend or girlfriend or normal friends for that matter to lunch or dine with and one is forced to venture out into the cruel world in search of nutrition (especially when that one is too lazy to cook).

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That happened to me this afternoon. It was a terrible call (and still is...oh ICU...why do you plague my on call days with your inefficiencies!!!) and I finished rather late in the afternoon. Having eaten neither breakfast nor drunk any coffee, I was famished. The kind of famished that leaves one yearning for her favourite dishes (tom yam, durians, steamboat, crabs, sashimi, raw oyters...). It was coming to 4 pm and so I decide to head to this Chilli Pan Mee shop near my house. I entered the shop and sat down at a table meant for two. It was clearly just me and my handbag. The douchebag of a waiter took a while to take my order because he thought that I was waiting for someone else. Sacrilege!!! She could not possibly be eating alone. Sound the sirens. We have a social outcast on our hands!!!

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I had to wave him over to take my order...a bowl of spicy pan mee and a herbal tea. All through my order he kept asking, "Only for one? Only for one?". Yes dude, I am eating alone. What's wrong with you? Have you not seen anyone eating alone before? Are you afraid of eating alone? Hello? Which freaking universe are you from! Now scramble along and bring me my order for ONE...yes you heard it right...ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE!!!

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Oh boy, what is the world coming to when a lone person is unable to sit by himself or herself and eat in peace. Two nights ago, I finished clinics at 10 and again was famished. In a restaurant somewhere in Taman Tun, I saw a lone guy sitting with his claypot and a story book. He looked like he was enjoying his solidarity..serenely reading his book and eating his 'loh she fun'. Way to go dude!

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*makan = eat

*lah = a totally useless post-fix added on by Malaysians (yes, the Singaporeans stole this as well) in casual conversations

Beijing's Olympic Mascots

Why am I so fascinated with the mascots? Well, a couple of months ago, a friend took a trip to Beijing and as a result...souvenirs! She gave me a set of keychains...five in all...one for each of the mascots. They (the keychains) are really cute but when I tried asking my chinese speaking friend (or rather my chinese reading friends) what the names meant...well...not many of them knew and I was still left curious as to the identity of those little critters. So what more can a girl do than to GOOGLE!!!
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In China's traditional culture and art, the fish and water designs are symbols of prosperity and harvest. And so Beibei carries the blessing of prosperity. A fish is also a symbol of surplus in Chinese culture, another measure of a good year and a good life.
The ornamental lines of the water-wave designs are taken from well-known Chinese paintings of the past. Among Fuwa, Beibei is known to be gentle and pure. Strong in water sports, she reflects the blue Olympic ring.

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Jingjing makes children smile -- and that's why he brings the blessing of happiness wherever he goes. You can see his joy in the charming naivety of his dancing pose and the lovely wave of his black and white fur. As a national treasure and a protected species, pandas are adored by people everywhere. The lotus designs in Jingjing's headdress, which are inspired by the porcelain paintings of the Song Dynasty (A.D.960-1234), symbolize the lush forest and the harmonious relationship between man and nature. Jingjing was chosen to represent our desire to protect nature's gifts -- and to preserve the beauty of nature for all generations. Jingjing is charmingly naïve and optimistic. He is an athlete noted for strength who represents the black Olympic ring.
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In the intimate circle of Fuwa, Huanhuan is the big brother. He is a child of fire, symbolizing the Olympic Flame and the passion of sport -- and passion is the blessing he bestows. Huanhuan stands in the center of Fuwa as the core embodiment of the Olympic spirit. And while he inspires all with the passion to run faster, jump higher and be stronger, he is also open and inviting. Wherever the light of Huanhuan shines, the inviting warmth of Beijing 2008 -- and the wishful blessings of the Chinese people -- can be felt. The fiery designs of his head ornament are drawn from the famed Dunhuang murals -- with just a touch of China's traditional lucky designs. Huanhuan is outgoing and enthusiastic. He excels at all the ball games and represents the red Olympic ring.
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Like all antelopes, Yingying is fast and agile and can swiftly cover great stretches of land as he races across the earth. A symbol of the vastness of China's landscape, the antelope carries the blessing of health, the strength of body that comes from harmony with nature. Yingying's flying pose captures the essence of a species unique to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, one of the first animals put under protection in China. The selection of the Tibetan Antelope reflects Beijing's commitment to a Green Olympics. His head ornament incorporates several decorative styles from the Qinghai-Tibet and Sinkiang cultures and the ethnic design traditions of Western China. Strong in track and field events, Yingying is a quick-witted and agile boy who represents the yellow Olympic ring.
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Every spring and summer, the children of Beijing have flown beautiful kites on the currents of wind that blow through the capital. Among the kite designs, the golden-winged swallow is traditionally one of the most popular. Nini's figure is drawn from this grand tradition of flying designs. Her golden wings symbolize the infinite sky and spread good-luck as a blessing wherever she flies. Swallow is also pronounced "yan" in Chinese, and Yanjing is what Beijing was called as an ancient capital city. Among Fuwa, Nini is as innocent and joyful as a swallow. She is strong in gymnastics and represents the green Olympic ring.
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And the cool part of it is when you put their names together -- Bei Jing Huan Ying Ni -- they say "Welcome to Beijing".

08.08.08

I have been such a lazy blogger of late. I have spurts of semangat-ness* to blog about certain things but when I actually park my butt in front of the computer, I suddenly want to do a hundred and one other things. If only I could publish my thoughts telepathically...from my brain right into the website.

But this being a special day where it is:

• Bernard's birthday
• Sister Tee's mum's birthday
• The start of the Beijing Olympics (I am one of the mascotts...the cute green one!)
• The date...did you not notice the date?
• Friday!!! (Always a good reason to celebrate)

We are celebrating Uncle Swee Ming and Aunty Kok Moi's birthdays at DG today. So that basically means one thing: MAKAN*!!! A good thing that Amelia and myself decided (or more like I psycho-ed her) to start our dieting today. Ha ha. Let's see how long that lasts. Sigh, have been over indulging in a little tooooooo many durians. I just can't help myself. I LOVE DURIANS!!!

Alrighty then. Time to hit the road. Subang here I come...are you ready for the Great Leech?

*semangat-ness = enthusiasm
*makan = eating a.k.a a feast

If You Want The Rainbow, You Must First Put Up With The Rain

Last Friday, Randy made us reflect retrospectively on our lives. That was not a problem. The problem was he wanted us to go back THREE YEARS and pen down God's footprints on paper. Yours truly could only go back two years and this was not because God was not good...but I just could not remember the specifics any further back. Seriously! But that was not bad. I had DG members who penned down what happened in the last three MONTHS...same case...failing memories.

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But I digress. The point of this blog is not about excellent memories (or the lack of). I remembered so many painful memories. Memories I wished I could blot out forever. But as I thought more about it...maybe not. With those painful memories came happy ones...grateful ones...building of character...testing of faith. With the pain came glorious healing and endless showers of love, assurance and peace. If God allowed all of it to happen...then I will cherish those memories and hope that I am a better person for it.

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Now back to failing memories. Ha ha. Maybe someone should boil 'fu chuk yee mai' (plus extra EXTRA gingko) every Friday. Hey, it's my turn for warmth next week right? I know what I am gonna con* someone to cook for me: tom yam fu chuk yee mai!

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*Unfortunately have to con because me and the kitchen...hhhmmm...you know how the story goes.

It's Still Blur...But This Is What I Think It Is

In the 9 years that I have spent in this institution, I have learned some lessons...the sort that only life and living it can teach. I can attest that most of these 'lessons' are bitter in nature...painful...some so much so that it becomes hilariously ridiculous (in retrospect!).

The past three weeks have been a lesson of sorts as well. While being away on a much needed break, I got news that I have been promoted to a higher position in the hospital. I must confess that the news came as quite a shock. I was at a friend's place bunking over and my phone starts to go crazy (with the baby laughter) in the middle of the night. That's when I got the news.

Well, I thank God for the impossible. I thank God for showing me that indeed...vengeance is not mine and that He rewards those who do not repay evil with evil. I must say that it was hard having to keep turning the other cheek...but I am glad I did.

And no, I am neither happy nor glad that the other person did not get the promotion. I am sure that she must be devastated and I feel for her...even though I reckon my sympathy is lost on her. But let's put it this way. At news of my promotion and the controversy surrounding it, someone asked whether I thought the promotion was fair. Without hesitation I said yes. Then he said, "Forget about everything else." I could have kissed him for that statement. Made me feel...at peace...with the whole thing instantly. The sun shone and all was well again.

Gossipy Gossips

A quote by Eleanor Roosevelt (I love her quotes by the way):

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Great minds discuss ideas

Average minds discuss events

Small minds discuss people

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It seems that I have been plagued with people who fall into the latter category. I just don't understand them...really...I don't. These are those who ABSOLUTELY need to know what's going on in other peoples lives. Those who have nothing better to do than to poke and pry and when they can't get anything on you...they make things up.

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I have been a victim of such mindless and often times baseless gossips. When it reaches my ears, I am left dumbfounded and speechless (very rare attributes of the Great Leech)..."What the **^$&^!". It used to hurt. But now it is just hilarious...to think that there are people who actually bother talking about me. Soon, I might even love the attention!

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But it bothers me when those same people start to gossips about other people in my vicinity. The conversation can become very mean and malicious and it leaves one feeling icky and dirty...tainted...dark...you get the idea! Sigh...why? Why? WHY?

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Questions...with no answers. So a quote of my own: "Can't join them? Leave the room."

Disappointments

I have a friend whose dad only speaks to her when he needs something. It's normally cash or occasionally her car. At other times...silence...sometimes lies. I think that she has been disappointed with him her whole life...wanting him to be her hero (as all dads should be to their little princesses) but always falling short of that dream. I see the hurt, the emptiness..the brokenness...and I tell her...

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It's okay. You have a Heavenly Father who is perfect in every imaginable way. He will never disappoint you...never forsake you...and He loves you so much...more than you can ever know. He is there...has always been there. He will fill the gap...the hole that your earthly father cannot fill. He will make you whole...you will never be in need...emotionally, physically and spiritually. He will take care of you.

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If you are reading this...be comforted...you are not alone.

The Man That Bitched!

I was standing in line one day to purchase tickets for Narnia (Prince Caspian) and it must have been my lucky day! Standing directly behind me was a malay couple. The girl was relatively quiet and when she did talk, she spoke in a well mannered tone. The guy was...well...yeah, he was The Man That Bitched!

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The line was long (it being a weekend) and so I had an earful of the fella. It went on and on and on and on. "Why you never call ahead and book (to the poor girlfriend who must be wishing she was somewhere else)...look at the express counter...it's so empty," to "What's the problem with all this people. Can't they make up their minds about what movie they want to watch. Reach the counter only only want decide. Then waste all our time," to "Why you want to watch 'What Happen In Vegas'? So stupid movie (as though he had watched it before). Okaylah...whatever you wantlah. If bad don't blame me."

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OMG!!!!

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I felt like punching him. I felt like throwing him on the ground and slam dunking him. I felt like telling the girlfriend, "Dump him!". I felt a million things......but I held my tongue, counted to ten and thought, "Why in the world am I letting someone like him spoil my day?". I had friends waiting for me at the Bhavarian Beer House and after that couple seats for Narnia. Bygones...

Still Indecisive

Well, since I still can't make up my mind whether to remain with Blogger or make the move to Xanga (ha ha...just struck me how ironically similar this 'problem' it with what's going on in my life), I am blogging in both places. Whatever...some of you may call me a blogging whore...I say...sticks and stones!

The nose is somewhat behaving a little bit better this morning...it still is running but not as fast as yesterday. At the very least, my balance has returned and I am not bumping into furniture or breakables anymore. Having the cold and getting piss drunk (not that I have had any experience...ahem!) produces similar symptoms I reckon:

• Everything seems fuzzy and tend to move around in circles
• Your brains say straight but transmission of this information to the lower limbs seem impaired thus rendering the legs life of their own
• Loud noises hurt...LIKE CRAZY!!!
• All you want to do is find a level spot, lie down and SLEEP

I'll be fully recovered when I start to crave for tom yam once again. Right now, I think of food and I come up with a blank...something very very VERY rare for me.

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So, updates on the life of one bored (at this moment) Leech ~ since my last real blogging session:

• The Congress is over and done with!!! Such a relief. It went pretty well I must say. Kudos to the whole team and my partners in crime in the secretariat team. We definitely had our sparring moments but we come out of it still friends and that's all that matters at the end of the day. Oh, and also very much enjoyed our side trip to a certain joint...he he he. Must do it again peeps.
• I am not going to pursue my masters in UKM. Their enrolment sucks big time and they are not helpful at all with enquiries. Ini dipanggil Malaysia Boleh? Whatever!
• My eldest aunt has been diagnose with breast cancer. Yes, a bummer indeed. But she is so strong and so cheerful through it all...reminds me so much of my mum and how she was. Well, WE are all behind her 100%.
• My cuzzie Jenna has scored tremendously well in her STPM. To say that we are proud of her is an understatement. I just hope she realises that no matter what she scored, we will always be proud of her.

And that's it for now. Adious amigos...

A.W.O.L

Yeah, I have been away for a long while...away from blogging that is. Been trying out another site...if that proves to be easier to post my blogs than Blogger...I will make a move. In the mean time check this site out of even more sporadic posts:

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http://www.xanga.com/Lisha_Ng

Thoughts On Friends & Being One

I will be the first to admit that I am very fortunate to be surrounded by good friends. People who I know will be there for me when things get rough and when I am at my worse. People who have and will continue to put up with my nonsense and my moods...people who have laughed and cried with me. People who have seen me 'slightly' tipsy and people who have sat with me in silence. Yes, I am blessed.

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No man is an island. Well...I don't really agree. I believe that man can live on his own. Instead, the saying should read "No sane man is an island." I know that I can get pretty insane if left alone to my own devices and company for too long.

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I have recently...welll, not exactly recently...but recent enough (forgive the rambling...my stuffy nose...lack of oxygen...brain malfunction) been through a rough patch with a friend. A very good friend. That rough patch has left me doubting the truthfulness of her statements. And the problem with that is I am a very gullible and trusting when it comes to friends. Rats are a different ballgame altogether. I simply hate having doubt creep in our relationship. I don't like the double guessing...the suspicion. It is not good. I have made a decision (no, this is not the big decision that I have to make) to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she stills feels like she has to lie to me or can't quite get the truth out...well...I can't do anything about it I guess. Just as I expect my friends to accept me as I am, then I should accept her as she is.

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Relationships. A complicated ballgame. Sometimes the ball is in my court and sometimes it is in yours. But I guess that the trick is to keep the ball going and not to keep track of the times it gets hit out of the lines...or whose fault it is.