Entries for April, 2005
April 1st, 2005
stock take... POSTED AT 11:21 PM I think that Malaysia's the only place in the world that you feel incapacitated for not knowing more than 2 languages. Do you think so? I know so! Hahahahahahahaha. Ergh. I learnt that Penang is called "Ping Chen" in Mandarin. Or something like that lah. (Ah, languages.) Funny thing happened after the stock take. We were about to leave, saw that the road outside was double parked with cars. So we were like... how? If they park in front of our car what do we do? The person in the company said, "just push lah." So we went out, and there was this kancil parked in front of our car. Was wondering... how? Push? What if the alarm rings? Then these four guys came out from the neighbouring factory and they said, "just push lah." They looked into the car then pushed the car away. Handbrake wasn't pulled. *Duh* "If you want you can wait till 11 and see if anyone moves the car." So we thanked them and left. Heh. Strange. talk to me!
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April 4th, 2005
strange things... POSTED AT 10:07 PM Anyway, I've disabled the Windows Messenger thing (which I think was that naughty culprit doing this nonsense) and we'll just see if it happens again tomorrow. Watched a very stupid cartoon called Spirited Away yesterday. Don't ask me why my mum borrowed it. She thought it'd be interesting. Haha. Nearly finished Wayland: Purgatory - A Prison Diary II by Jeffrey Archer. I'm sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy. Sigh. |
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April 6th, 2005
of various things POSTED AT 10:33 PM I intended to start blogging earlier, but got distracted trying to figure out who Valerie is. I know I know her, but I don't quite remember who she is. Obviously, she is (or was) from FGA because half the youth know her. Apparently quite a while ago, because the youth that know her are the "older" batch... those who've been in the church for ages and ages. I know her face, but I just can't quite place who exactly she is. Well, that got my mum and I sidetracked into my friendster friends list. Of bananas and blogs Today
was not exactly a very good day. Got scolded for stupid things.
Hahaha...see, apparently Evelyn (my senior) wanted me to go upstairs,
photocopy the draft account and "bind" (sic) it. Upstairs, Mr Mok who
does all this stuff scolds me and sends me down to ask and confirm...
because "who binds it one?!? Why so special?" (the phone's engaged.) So
I go all the way down, and she's like... "haiya... see lah, you don't
speak hokkien... tell him... teng... teng..." She
actually wanted it stapled. (Ish) Go upstairs and tell Mr Mok and get a
lecture on the difference between "bind" and "staple". *sigh* Aren't we
supposed to speak English at work? Wai Nyan's Banana Republic sounds rather interesting. Heh. But I might never graduate. No Penang chapter? On the other hand, do you speak hokkien? Check out the hokkien blog. I somehow managed the topmost entry then got rather... lost. Yes, and check out Josh's! Nice pics from Paris! Chess Brother went for interschool chess tournament. Won 1 game, drew for 2 and lost 3. Not bad, I say. I'd most probably lose all, seeing that I'm not very strategically inclined. I just move by... impulse. Weird Words There's this thing in the KoL that's called a "disembodied brain". For some reason, I keep thinking of it as a "disembowelled brain". Which just isn't possible. Brain's don't have bowels, do they? |
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April 7th, 2005
offerings POSTED AT 07:42 PM There's this short stretch of road I walk by every day to get from
my office to the car park. This evening, as I was walking back,
something rather special caught my eye. You know at various places
along the roads you sometimes see those little altars with incense
sticks and food offerings? I saw one. Nothing very spectacular, huh?
Wait. Remember those little sugar biscuits your mom doesn't like you to buy? Those little round biscuits with a lump of coloured sugar on top? Well, right there by the side of the road, was a small mound
of sugar biscuits on a newspaper and incense sticks. A rather
interesting offering to what ever gods they thought stayed there.I'd always thought people offered fruits and rice. But why not sugar biscuits, eh? Offer something you like. |
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April 8th, 2005
tgif! POSTED AT 08:58 PM It's Friday!! Muahahahahahaha... not like it really makes a difference. In an aside, I've never eaten at T.G.I Fridays. Anyone want to treat me to a meal there? Pwetty pwease? My brother is weird... hahaha... Randomness aside, I've picked up the Aeneid again after not reading it for so long. Still halfway through the book. The Greeks and Romans have such a complex myth structure. Wondering if the Chinese have such complex myths. Rather sure they do, what with Kuan Yin-who-was-a-guy-but-is-a-goddess or something like that. Thing is, is it all oral myth or literary? I'm open to suggestions on any (translated) Chinese myths. Check this out: Yong May meets PM |
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April 9th, 2005
more tests POSTED AT 12:17 AM Did a "true talent" test on Tickle...
Stupid thing is, to know the rest, you gotta buy the dumb result sheet. Oh well.
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April 10th, 2005
i feel poetic POSTED AT 05:33 PM charades of a different kind spunk to cover tiredness why pay the penance for the past why flog yourself for things regretted charades of a different kind |
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April 10th, 2005
overpopulated POSTED AT 11:04 PM I think blogging's just become too big a phenomenon. Just about every networking site is offering you blog space. You come across a lot of one-liners and junk. If I weren't distracted chatting, I'd be offering a lot of insightful comments here. (Yeah, right.) One thing you learn blogging - if you're unsure about saying something, keep your mouth shut. It'll save you lots of frustrations trying to explain yourself later. This principle applies on forums and other messaging boards as well as there are a lot of opinionated people in the world, who just love pulling your ideas and arguments to bits. Even if their own sounds rather shaky too. Buuuttt... I realise blogging's been a good thing for me. Just read some archives, and it's nice remembering the good stuff. You see, in private journalling you do write the good stuff, but being somewhat of a perfectionist and a... *i dunno what you call it* I tend to focus on the negative. Blogging publicly helps me focus on the positive. Which is good. Because the negative seldom ever needs reenforcing. =) |
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April 13th, 2005
resurrected POSTED AT 06:53 PM Car incidents Yesterday was bad for my car. First of all, I closed the door on my leg. Don't ask how.  Then back home, I discover that my number plate's gone missing.  Anyways... to be continued later. Gotta go eat dinner. *hangs an "Away" sign, just in case the comp dies again* |
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April 14th, 2005
knew it POSTED AT 11:15 PM
I was right. It died again after dinner. *looks around, hangs up a more permanent "AWAY" sign, shrugs and walks off* ---- Anna visits:
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April 16th, 2005
short POSTED AT 07:22 PM I'd miss you if I could I'd love you if I could I'd write you a song --- One of the perks of being a PK. You get to use church computers after office hours without anyone staring at you as if you were an intruder. Okies. Youth meet in 8 minutes. |
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April 17th, 2005
=) POSTED AT 04:18 PM I'm dissatisfied with fictionpress. Even though I double space between paragraphs / stanzas, it still never recognises those spaces and lumps the whole thing into... into a continuous poem without breaks. Ergh. Irritated. Apparently a lot of my friends are
getting into the papers - for good reasons, of course. Wai Nyan was in
the Sunday news again (Education section I think) about the coming
public speaking thingy in London. And Kin Yan was too - something about
top scorer in Sedaya. Yeah. I have very bright friends. Heh. So I shall
be bright by association. But I'd wanted to write about my
grandma earlier but was comp-less. (Few days ago, actually.) She's
turned (turning?) 83 sometime this week (Sorry, I forget). A peculiar
person in many ways. I guess I don't really know her too well. Never
spent much time with her, as she was in Ipoh most of the time while we
were off in Sibu and Penang. Then she was in Penang for a while, but I
guess it was just... difficult. We were always busy. Now she and my
grandfather are spending most of their time at my aunty's in Singapore.
I've always had a difficult time talking to her. She speaks Cantonese
most of the time, but normally attempts English when talking to us, her
grandkids. Unfortunately, it's English jumbled up with Cantonese and
Hokkien and Mandarin and who-knows-what other languages. One thing I've
always wanted to be like her in was her strong heart of worship.
Sometimes when I'm at north zone where she used to worship, I could
hear her. You could always hear her there, actually. She'd be the one
singing really loud in Chinese in an English congregation. But it
didn't bother her that she couldn't sing the fast, English songs - she
just worshipped anyway. I dunno, I've just never been one to get very close to people. But sometimes I wonder if I'm missing out on something by that very inability. Just like I wonder if I'm missing out on something by not being able to speak in my supposed "mother tongue". It doesn't really bother me much anymore. But what if? Should what if's guide your life? |
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April 21st, 2005
bleah POSTED AT 08:52 PM To tell you the truth, I was bored out of my skull at FGAC's
Badmintion
Carnival. I'm sorry, I'm just not a sports person. Actually even
managed 100+ pages of that Neal Stephenson book my cuzzie in Sing
recommended despite the din. Yeah, the din. Not just shouting and
cheering and whistling, but drums! Good thing is that I've sort of
conditioned myself to screen out background noise when absorbed in
something. It doesn't always work when I don't want to do something
(like studying - everything is a distraction then) but it works with
computers and story books. 3 more weeks of work and I'll be off to KL in a month! How fun. I doubt I'll miss home, like I don't think I've really missed KL - except maybe disturbing Trix and CF. I'd like to say I'm not an emotional person, but I am - except about leaving. Bah, whatever. Funny how your mind sometimes just blanks out. Mine just did. Expect a Willy post this weekend. I'll make sure it comes. Somehow. Anyone wanna donate me a new comp? |
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April 22nd, 2005
piccie day POSTED AT 11:34 PM Took them in the beginning of the badminton carnival because my dad was playing then. Pix blurry because I was too lazy to move from my seat and just used the zoom. So the flash didn't make much difference because it was so far away. Hahah... Cheerleading squad - BM service. Only made an appearance at the beginning. [img:599919] So, we have the ministry team marching in. [img:599916] First, we shall look at the opponents - on the left, you have uncle Heok Hooi, and uncle Lye Hin on the right. [img:599920] Next, my dad's team: [img:599926] If you look really closely, you'll see three people on the court. This is DURING the game, mind you. So after they lost, I got bored. Haha. And that's where you get beautiful eyes [img:599917] and beautiful fingers. [img:599918] Had horrible news. Apparently the SAD can't find my hostel form. *waahh* I'm homeless! Anyways, to end this off, I bought this today. *shivers with glee* [img:599927] Ooohh I feel so girlie! *keeps fingers crossed that dad's laptop will be here tomorrow* |
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April 23rd, 2005
short: muse POSTED AT 11:34 AM watcher in the back pew Where hast thou gone, muse? |
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April 23rd, 2005
Willy's continued adventure POSTED AT 11:34 AM in Willy's post-adventure adventure Leaving our friend Willy in pursuit of our new heroine, Tilly, it is clear to see the fate of heroes. But anyway, as their fates are intertwined, a short break from the old hero might rejuvenate him to greater acts. Especially if he gets jealous. Being only a short way from her house, Tilly walks back with head high and indignant eyes to tend to her precious fruit garden. Of all inconsiderate acts to do, for a bunch of thugs to mess up the sweat of her brow! She wondered what they had actually been up to before she had rather indelicately swept them off their path of destruction - but that's a totally different story altogether. She sighed as she looked at the trampled vines of her watermelon plant. That nice growing watermelon was to be for her coming wedding - if Mary said they were allowed to eat watermelons at wedding dinners. She could only hope it survived. "Tilly dear, could you feed the cows?" "Cows? Me?" "Well, yes you. I don't see any other Tilly's in this vicinity, do you?" She shrugged. "I guess not. But mum..." "No buts. If you're going to be a wife any time in the future, you'll have to learn to take care of your own lifestock." "But Willy's not going to be a farmer! He's a..." "Nincompoop if he doesn't keep cows in case of any emergencies." "But I thought you didn't feed cows. Don't you just take them out to graze?" "Oh. Uh. Very smart of you, Tilly. I'll have to talk to the cowhands about that." Tilly turned back to her fruit garden in time to bump into Helter Skelter. "Mrs Boss! Mrs Boss! The mayor wants to see you! Now, now now!" "Who?" "Mrs Boss! Mrs Boss..." "You've got the wrong person. There's no Mrs Boss here." "But..." "No buts." With a puzzled look on his face, Helter returned to the square, and Tilly returned to her mango tree. Five minutes into her inspection of the yellowing fruits... "Mrs Boss! Mrs Boss! The mayor wants to see you! Now, now now!" "You again?" "Me again what?" "There's not Mrs Boss here..." "Yes there is." "Who?" "You!" "Me?" This time, Helter took out a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere in clothes. "There - look... Tilly, girlfriend of Willy. So's if Willy's me Boss, you gotta be Mrs Boss!" "That's taking it too far," she grumbled. "We haven't even planned a wedding and they're calling us married."
Willy Nilly was getting an earful from the mayor about discharging responsibilities promptly and responsibly when Tilly walked into the office. "Ah, Tilly. How wonderful to see you here!" "Good to see you too, Mr Mayor. Now what's this all about?" "You did a good job on those thugs, my dear. How would you like to take the post as Town Hero?" She stared. "Isn't Willy the town hero?" "Him? Why him when we have a new one right in front of our eyes?" He looked at Tilly, who was looking at Willy, who was looking at his feet. "No thank you. I would rather be protected by a man than have to protect one. They're awfully hard things to protect." "Oh, I see." The Mayor frowned for a while. "How about if I make you Mr and Mrs Town Hero?" he said brightly after a while. "We'd have to be married first, then." "Oh, right. Then why don't you?" "Because... we happen to be standing here talking about heroes when we could be planning a wedding?" "Ah. Go then, you love birds. And see me after the wedding! We'll have a party in your honour as the new Hero team of the town!" "We'll see," Tilly said simply as she let Willy out of the Mayor's office. "I... we.. uh.." Willy managed to say before she cut it. "You'd better go and see to that house you've been talking about. I need to repair my fruit garden. And dont' forget! Mary's coming at five!" "But it's almost five," he protested. "Oh." She glanced at her watch. "We'd better go then." And they walked down the road hand in hand towards their future [to be continued] |
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April 25th, 2005
eventful weekend POSTED AT 10:32 PM After a morning and afternoon of not doing anything, I went over to Yuin's for chat, dinner and a drama. Titled the death of a warrior, the Cape Poetics workshop drama (so called because it's a rehearsal-in-progress) is a rendition in English of the classic Malay play matinya seorang pahlawan by Usman Awang. So for RM5 each, we witnessed a short Hang Tuah/Hang Jebat play complete with silat demonstation. I found it rather interesting. However, after a little slip of the fingers and flying keris, it was "rather like watching a horror movie," as we overheard later. The keris actually injured some of the audience - a woman and her son. Baskin Robbins was next on the itinerary, and I think the Malay guy at the counter rather liked us. Heh. He kept recommending flavours, and saying things like, "don't worry, you're both so thin... and it's low fat." Or whatever. And he brought us water without us asking, and waved us goodbye. Haha... Sunday afternoon saw us at Gurney Plaza for Nando's and MI. We were rather more entertained taking pictures of the other youth than the singers' performances though. Sufiah was okay, Zamil was rather good, Victor was okay, Saiful and Vick were dead boring, Dina and Jac were - what to say?    Halfway through, I looked up at the shoplot and discovered that there were new mannequins in the store display - the salespersons! And we were just saying it was a good spot to catch the performance in comfort.  Posers. Hah. They were like halfway across the entrance thing, and they still posed when Yuin and I pointed cameras their way.  Ee Laine giving a little wave.  Posers 2. Sheesh. One of these days, when I get my computer, I am SO going to download some photo-editing software. |
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May 1st, 2005
music and arts POSTED AT 12:47 AM in thoughts Watched AIM 2005 just now - well, most of it anyway. Yay for Juwita
- best new local English dunno what (song, maybe?) - mum was on the
phone and turned the sound down so I didn't really catch what it was.
Hahaha. Really cute, because it was a singer-producer effort thing, and
her producer is her bro. The one I was actually watching for,
best English album or what-not, came earlier, which was why I wasn't
paying much attention anymore. All the nominees - those I remember
anyway - I've heard before and I think were pretty good - AF, Disagree,
Shelley Leong (only heard one or two songs though), Juwita. So,
although I was a little disappointed that AF didn't win, I support
Disagree! Haha. Feels mean (I'm supposed to be an AF supporter), but
their sound was a little fuller. Then again, I'm not much of a music
critic. Saying that, I wonder why then, I'm so critical of
local church productions? Nothing seems to be good enough anymore.
Except for a few favourites (and I could be biased, but I think not),
they're just not... good enough. Sometimes it feels plain mean to be dissatisfied with what everyone else thinks to be so... great.
I mean, who am I to comment? Even if I comment, it's just too hard
(another way of saying I don't know how) to make it any better. I could
probably do things to stage a play for effect, but I don't know how to tell you how to do it. I can't explain it or teach it. Which makes me even more paranoid with my Christmas production this year. Maybe I'm just too picky. I want things to be grand - but not showy. Classic, in an understated way. I want dramatic arts without the tackiness of going overboard. I mean, you know, drama but not overtly so. I don't know. I don't really know what I want, except that I want it good. I liked Let Go, Let God (The Footstool Players - I think that's what it was called). I liked Behind The Mask (PCC). I liked Drunk Before Dawn too - but I think I'm tending more towards the earlier kinds (is there a way to describe them?) rather than full-length progressive type stories. Darn. Vocab died in the last sentence. Don't get me wrong. I'm usually more critical of the things I do than of the things I watch. Terrible cycle, eh? I can't stand the things I see, I can't stand the things I do, and then I feel so incapable of actually producing something of worth. Bah. I have big dreams - when my dramatic nature takes a break and stops being negative. I hate using the word artistic, by the way, because "art" reminds me of horrible teachers, icky paint and discouraging work that is either shoved in a cupboard, or the trash. But dreams are for the future. Now is the time for getting professional qualifications and maybe saving up enough to go for some degree or something in creative stuff. If I can stand the terrible discipline (and extraverted and self-confident personality) that should be in any serious actor's life. =/ Right now though, is time to sleep. |
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