Monday, February 28, 2005

www.smorephotos.blogspot.com

Oh, I forgot to say, I started a new photoblog at www.smorephotos.blogspot.com.
It's for all those miscellaneous photos that somehow got missed out in the chronological (i try as best I can!) posting of this blog. Anyways go and take a look, or save it to your picture folder, or whatever it is you people do with the pics that I post.

A minute of silence

It's monday and I am not working. My aunt passed away early this morning, so I had to rush to my grandmothers at 2.30 am to be with her. It' sad, but looking on the bright side, she's in a better place, there is no more suffering.

My aunt Priss, beautiful inside and out. Posted by Hello

Friday, February 25, 2005

Tick...Tick...Tick

Time is just slowly, barely ticking by today. Its like I am underwater, watching the world go by in painfully slow motion.
I wish I could go away this weekend.
This computer or network is totally screwed up, it takes 10 bloody minutes to check my email.While I was initially enthusiastic about buying a TV for my room last night, now I realise I need a new laptop more. 'Zero interest installments' they say. I don't even own a goddamn credit card (its too dangerous for those who are at times, hormonally imbalanced and can be overwhelmed with a need for extreme retail therapy).
Buying the laptop means: no future holidays for a year, no little pressies for me.It means that each month, as soon as my pay gets in, a quarter of it will go to the laptop, the other quarter to rent and groceries, the rest to food,gasoline and misc stuff throughout that month.What does that leave?
Zilch.Nada.
And the room is still not complete (to my specs anyway) yet.
Will you cry with me?
It's definately not been a good week.
I should have become a freaking air stewardess..
Thankfully tonight is Friday. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to drink enough to numb the stress.

Yes, I am a kaki bottle, for today anyway!

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Pangkor Un-done..A day in my life.

I am as stressed out and wound-up as a spring! (gee aja, what a creative and original use of metaphors..)
Yes my holiday has been undone. I need a holiday now. "Someday I'll fly awayyyyyyyyyyyy...leave all this to yesterdayyyyyyyyyy......"

On Tuesday,my entire(except, nana, Ruth, Jamal and I..i'll get to that) family flew to Australia to be with my aunt. At first, my mom wasn't asked to go, cos she couldnt afford it and I suppose with all the hectic last-minute arrangements, visa obtaining etc. They forgot, that it is very likely the last time they would see their sister and that it would be the last time the 6 sisters are together.
So, I convinced them to take mummy dearest too, and now they are gone!

My predicament, is that I have been left in-charge of the remaining members left here. And these remaining members do not speak to each other. Thus there is no 'killing two birds with one stone' and taking them all out together. No sirreeeee, it has to be each on its own, individual time spent, entertaining, helping with chores, chauffering and the like. And I work.

Today, for instance.My cousin called when i got into work from lunch. She needed me to pick her up from Sg .Ara (45 mins away) take her to buy some stuff and send her home. All before 5pm. I work til 5.45. I left work early.
At 6 I was supposed to send uncle Frank to the airport, then have dinner with Jamal. Then, spend time with Ruth.

Now, 15 mins before I am due for the airport stretch, I find time to update you.

By the time I am done with today, it will be 1 am. Tomorrow I will wake at 8 and go to work.

Don't get me wrong, I love my family. I'd do anything for them. Today its just hectic. Tiresome. I'm exhausted.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

The turning of tables

Where last week I was deliriously high on laughter, this week the mood pendulum has swung in the opposite direction.


Let me first bring you up to speed.


On Thursday night I went to dad's spent time with the brothers and had dinner alone with Dad, thus updated him on my life.


On Friday after work I went to volunteer with the girls, it was thoroughly satisfying and I think I am going to try and find the time to work at the orphanage on a regular basis. After that I went home(11.30) arranged my stuff in my new shoe cabinet and bookshelve (yippie! room almost..completed). Then went to meet may and brewster at chillout for a coupla drinks. Zonked out in bed.


Saturday: Woke up early, went snorkelling with dad and bren(yes I plan to make seeing them regular as well). They were spearfishing at Kendy. Caught groupers, mangrove jacks,cobias, and lotsa yellowfin barras. Feasted. Arrived home at midnight utterly pooped from lack of sleep, sun, sea and a thoroughly bored 5 and half year old stuck on a boat. Passed out til woken up early by guard telling me that car was parked in wrong place. Went down-stairs and bumped into ex boyfriend (stalking?!? no,he claims that I wasnt answering my phone so he was worried and came to check on me....). SPent the rest of the day with family.


Let me tell you about my family (maternal side).
My mom is the 8th sibling of 11.

Yes ELEVEN.

Family gatherings, are loud, feeding frenzies accompanied by lots of jokes, laughter and karaoke.
We all love music.

My uncle Ray and his wife Rita just came to visit from Southern California. He has not seen anyone in the family for ages, thus all members of the family living abroad has come down to visit. Can you imagine the riot?

All except one.

My eldest aunt, Priss, lives down under. She has cancer of the breast and the doctors have given her mere weeks.I've only met her twice, but she is one of the coolest aunts ever, and a wonderful person.

While I 've always spent loads of QT with my family, there is a need for more of it now, thus the all day with my family Sunday. It's sad. I don't know what more to say.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Gloomy Sunday

This morning I have listened to Gloomy Sunday at least 10 times, I listen to it now. Needless to say, my mood has plummeted.

I have always listen to emotional songs, heartbreak, depression. John Mayer, Sarah Mclachlan...etc. The more, emotional, the better.

Gloomy Sunday.

This song has a following of suicides, hundreds. So many in Europe that it was banned, then America followed. A 14 year old boy heard a beggar humming it, gave the beggar all his money then jumped to his death in the river. An 82 year old man heard the strains of the music and jumped of his balcony. Numerous heart broken people committed suicide with the lyrics clutched to their bodies.

The guy who wrote it in the 1940s wrote it after his own painful break-up. When it became a hit, he and his ex made arrangements for a reconciliation, the next day she took her own life with poison. He eventually did the same.

Since everybody around me is depressed, I had better stop playing it. But it is addicitive.
I don't want to be the cause of anything.
Does it matter that the song ends with some form of consolation: that its all a dream.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Would you like some crumbs dear?

Today I almost died laughing. I have not done a stich of work.
Are you having a bad day? Well if you are, visit these sites www.candyboots.com (check out the weight watchers cards)and www.ubersite.com (read everything! Start from the ones with most 'hits' on the left and the 'hot' ones, I like the Fun with Real Emails series and the Quarter Life Crisis)

Like me, you will be reduced to a giggling 10-year old who's just seen her first willy.
I laughed so hard and long that I had to run to the bathroom, barely able to hold in my pee, it gushed forth like geyser, rebounding upon contact with the porcelaine to spray me in the face. Yeeeeechchhh!


Today at lunch I told my friends to "Try Gayle's pie,its nice today" seconds later it set in, we were all rolicking with mirth.

One day her grandmother said to me, 'Would you like some crumbs dear? I tried so hard not to laugh in her face..her daughter was dumbfounded.

Also, today G says to The Boss, "I already did Bgaik"...then, "God, that sounded so wrong!".

I feel so bad, having such a good day and laughing so hard when almost all around me are in the bowels of the well of depression. My girlfriends are going through the Quarter Life Crisis! Anyways I am here for them.

Bollocks.

A Food-Blogging Failure

A while back, I started a food-blog.
Unfortunately, as I no longer live in that house, I no longer cook.
This is because I am unfamiliar with the new kitchen and, by my standards, its pretty bare.
I miss my kitchen.
I'm also not used to cooking for one.
SO when I really start cooking again(making Bircher Muesli doesnt count!), you 'll know that I've COMPLETELY settled in.
Today it is dead, but not forgotten.
Go, and pay tribute, www.foode.blogspot.com

Blogging Frenzy!?!

No, I am not bored.

Its also not that I have no work to do( I have shitloads actually ).I have just emerged unscathed from being summoned by The Boss.
What's more, I told him his hair is too long and he looks like a ponce. He said, 'Maybe we should target that market'.
I'm actually in a great mood.
Once again the office is alive! It's me, Gayle, and Teeeeennaaaaaaaaaciooooousssss D!
We are absolutely crazy. Tenacious D makes us laugh buckets.I like Wonderboy, KARATE, and the one about kielbasa.....

My favourite song of the moment is Secret: Maroon 5, so I was thrilled that Gayle had the album on her notebook (electronic).
Unfortunately the songs were unlabelled, thus I leant over her desk to search for the song while she pretended to not sniff my hair ( I knew it! You missed me!). Something CRACKED. That would be my the heel of my nice beige heels. Bloody hell this just isnt my month for shoes is it?

I recall a cobbler somewhere in the Pulau Tikus market behind us...
( For those of you who do not have the chance to visit me at work, I provide: Words, for visualisation. We are the tenants of the top-floors of two shoplots. Below us, a clinic and a 7-11. The right corner of our block boasts rows of coffee (hawker) shops that go right around to the back of our block. Situated there is the Pulau Tikus wet-market, fanning around it, a web of food, clothing, and variety stores.)

Alas, before I could hobble my way to the cobbler, I was summoned by Le Boss. But you already know that. So I was off after the meeting.

He sat under a tree. I showed him my shoe, he showed me a stool. I sat for 7 minutes as he, pried, nailed, glued. He operates from a motorbike. Not a big one, a little c70 with a huge box that serves as his storage area in the back seat.It was pleasant, under the trees, in the breeze (forgive me, I know today I am speaking (typing?) in rhymes.Anyways, pretty soon it was good as new.

Funky Gooey Snotty Gayley..

And so, my colleague is back. She announces her coming with a big wad of slimy green snot.

AND I am trying to eat my muesli.

Boy am I glad to have her here!( not) BIarttttttchhhhh.
I've been upstaged today.
'But you write beautifully she says',
and suddenly, I can write no more.
I'm leaving my muesli untouched, in favour of a stick of Malboro Lights.

A Tribute to Muesli

Together we sit, Muesli and Me,
And there they are Curry Noodles and her,

I was so content with you, dear muesli..
But then came the smell of fragrant curry

And now I find I am no longer hungry
For my big fat bowl of Bircher Muesli.

Foursome Shmoresome

Today, I was asked how I spent my CNY hols by a friend.

I was excited, eager to tell...so I did.Then....
'What did you do?' I ask.
'Oh' she says, 'I had a foursome'.
I had to tell someone!Fuckin hell I had to someone! Sorry, will deal with the consequences of being unable to keep a secret later.
Is my life boring or what?

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

RedBull!you fool!

Its 3.45 pm, Wednesday. My 2nd day back to work after a week's holiday. I have yet to see the colleagues that sit on either side of me, they've both called in sick. As it's just the 3 of us who share this bit of the office, I have its entirety to myself.

Sigh...its demoralising to say the least. Or I'm just lonely. I miss those wackos!

I am down to the dregs of my can of redbull, the first one I've had in god knows how long. I had initially gone down (we're above 7-eleven) for a coffee, but redbull beckoned instead.

I hate this time of the day, its when you start feeling so sleepy, and you just wish you could sneak home to bed, while doing your utmost to keep you head from connecting with the desk. This is what happens when you go for a resort holiday and come back to face work, smog and traffic.

I did well yesterday, went to work, lunched (or rather, coffee-ed) with cel, chatted on the phone with may (why are women so complicated?what has friendship become?)picked the car up from the work shop, had an after-work martini with old college buddies, had dinner with Szufie, did a spot of grocery shopping, saw mom, saw nana, took mom for supper...and finally finally finally home to bed.

But not before I made my Bircher Muesli (which I forgot to eat this morning!),had a steamy shower, and got lost in the last few chapters of 'The Time Traveller's Wife', I cannot decide if the book is outstandingly genius or merely engaging.Well whatever it is, it was enough for me to consider skipping lunch today to go home and read it.

My room is slowly but surely coming along. I've been scouting for bookshelves and a shoe cabinet (why ,I dont know, considering that one-that-shall-not-be-named was wonderful enough to throw half my shoes to the dog, rendering them completely unwearable, then proceeded to haul what was left of my books off the balcony, down 13 floors into the jungle: Thank you!)

Thank God moving fell around Chinese New Year! All those unsuspecting parents that I preyed on for ang pows, you've unwittingly helped me furnish my room and saved me a great deal of future " I'm broke lahs"!

Getting to know me..

I am newly single and I have no memory of singlehood(9 years of going from one serious relationship to the next), so I'm feeling the ground, getting used to it, learning how to do it.
I may come across as standoffish and bitchy, but when you've just come out of a 3 yr long serious(hard) relationship you tend to be more wary, more choosy about who you decide to get close to, or start speaking to.
Its really hard for anyone to imagine or put themselves in my shoes, or fathom the damage that it did, my friends don't know how I did it for so long, frankly, neither do I.
This is why I don't like people who are too full-on and clingy as soon as they meet me, who think they can grab my arse or walk around acting like I'm their bitch. Taking-it-slow and respect will get you farther with me. Space is the most important thing for me, don't crowd me, don't force me to do anything I am not ready for , if I want to , have no fear, I'll do what I want. If you think its worth it,let me get to know you slowly, trust you, and open up to you, on my own, and you will appreciate and see 'me' better.

If you have the chance to get to know me you will find that I am sometimes too serious, but I do get crazy and go wild as well.Coffee makes me high but I love it and it makes me talk alot and come up with lots of crazy shit, which only my colleagues and closes friends are privy to.I love my friends and family to bits, so to get to me, you would have to respect and accept them.

I never really was a child, my mom has SLE (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus) and was very addicted to anti-depressants (think high and getting into a 3 car pile up) for a very long time(10 upwards at one go) leaving me responsible for my younger sister, who I partially brought up, and who til this day still calls me mommy.
My parents were divorced and my stepfather was oblivious, leaving me to take care(try) and clean up after my mom, eventually the situation became really bad, my mom was carted off to live with her mother-in-law, and me , with my dad.
Dad could not see that I had been through alot and treated me like a child and I eventually moved back in with mom; situations leading up to that and the consequent meeting of my ex(whom he did not like) left me estranged from my dad for 3 years. Its all good now.

Because of my teenage life and that relationship after, I strive for stability.
I'm a person who's still discovering, but I know what I like and don't like, what I need, when and where.I like being alone, I like movies, reading,writing, dancing. I like good dancing partners; while its nice to be physically close on the dancefloor with someone who dances well, I also like space to do my 'thing'. I love cooking, doing artsy-fartsy (arty -farty) things, going cultural, rolling around in the sand by the sun and sea. Hiking, rollerblading, snorkelling, I 'm just very much the outdoor person.
I am independent, I've lived out of home since I was 18 (which in Malaysia is a big thing, when married couples still live with their parents!). At 21, I live on my own, pay my own bills, food, gas, computer etc.I like taking care of myself, depending on me, because I wouldn't let myself down now would I?

I'm a nice person, but I don't go all out making new friends, what attracts me is a genuine interest in getting to know me, people who arent shallow, are interesting,different.
Most of the people I am close to are on the same 'wavelength' (though there are different wavelenghts...) I am especially drawn to people who make me laugh.I have a good ( I hope) sense of humour. I can carry a proper conversation, but on days when I am a moody-loner-bitch, I may not talk much, but it doesn't mean I'm dissing you.
People who know me well know that I am really shy with new people and that when in a new group, I prefer to stay quiet and observe before (if) I start speaking.To me, if someone really wanted to get to know me, they would ask questions with genuine interest to draw me out of my shell. Those that just say I'm boring or don't talk without bothering to find out why...are just (to steal a line ..) "not that into me".
If you read my blog you'll see that I sometimes go absolutely bonkers and talk shite non-stop as well, so there's a balance. Reserved and crazy.. harhar!I'm an observer at first, stick around long enough and I'll be taking charge!

Yes, I know, I don't seem 21, but can you blame me?

Monday, February 14, 2005

Journey to Re-discovery

Chinese New Year has never been a big thing with me, but this year, it just happened to fall at a time when I had decided to make many changes in my life, the most drastic being the decision to break away from a 3 year long relationship, and the slew of quasi-serious relationships in the years before that. The break-up was long, painful and bitter.


Starting anew meant venturing into the dark depths of single-dom, something that never lasted very long with me, because I never had the guts to face the reality of being on my own. It meant moving out of my home of three years, saying good-bye to a lot of the familiarity and routine that governed my life for so long.


I also took the opportunity to mend ties with my father and his family; I had not seen them in nearly three years. I apologized to those I hurt, made a point to spend time with family and friends. Another thing I did was to take a holiday, alone.


If anything, no one was more surprised than I at the decision to go to Pangkor Laut on my own. Far from a singles haven, the resort is thick with honeymooning couples and old lovebirds rekindling their flame.



My last memory of being single seems non-existent, for 9 years straight I have either been in a relationship or in transition from one to another, I didn’t know how to be alone. Yet after the first 3 days of CNY festivities, I made the spur-of-the-moment decision to go alone and not waste what was left of my week’s holiday.


First day: Finding Me
When I arrive on the island, it’s just past lunchtime. The sun gleams over the water, the towering rainforest rustles in the cool breeze. I waste no time hitting the beach. The first day is about adaptation, getting used to the island, getting used to the idea that it was just me.


I am quiet, reflective. I ponder the past, the present, the future. When I step gingerly into the warmth of the sea, I find that a blanket of calm starts to wash over me. The ocean buoys me, I float on my back.


It feels as though all the weight from my past has melted from my shoulders. In the cloudless blue sky, three eagles make lazy swooping circles, I wonder if they have a meaning, after all my Chinese name does mean Beautiful Eagle. I would continue to see those eagles every day of my stay.


Second Day: Unleashing the Spirit
I wake up feeling lighter, more energized and after a light breakfast, I make my way to Emerald Bay again. I take baby steps into the crystalline waters, the deeper I go, the more my courage grows, I feel as though every step I take helps me shed more emotional weight. I’m farther out then anyone else, the ocean floor is two and a half times the length of my body below, but I don’t care.


Pretty soon I am frolicking with abandon in the warm azure waters, I dip and dive, going deeper and deeper, seeking the coolness closer to the seabed. The ocean has unleashed my spirit; I swim unrestraint, the spirit of a young woman set free.


I become a child again, without a care in the world. I pretend I am a mermaid, concoct my own underwater dances, twirling, somersaulting. I do handstands and splits, twisting, weaving my body this way and that. I am completely in my own world, absolutely oblivious to anyone observing my aquatic acrobatics.


Later, I dry of by walking the shoreline. I relish the feel of the powder-fine sand between my toes. I am grinning like an idiot, at all the beauty that surrounds me, the skies, the trees, the hornbill that settles on the branch mere meters away from me, the delicate pink shells that line the shore. The other guests may think I am a loony, but I am happy, free.


For once the couples do not bother me. I’m no longer struck by loneliness or longing when I see a pair strolling hand-in-hand or sharing a deep kiss, instead I smile at their display of affection. I am completely at peace with me, content in my own company.


Third Day: Tranquility

When I rise on the third day, I’m relaxed, my mind is calm and I don’t have to look into a mirror to know that I am glowing. My luck has turned.
This morning, I go for a Balinese massage at the Spa. I don’t really need it, but I go anyway. My regular masseur in Penang expressed surprise during my last visit, for the first time, the kinks had disappeared from my body.


I swim long lazy laps in the infinity pool, then have huge salad at the health bar. I have no problems dining alone, after all, I have a stack of 5 books to keep me company. Next I head to the beach again. Today, I swim in short spurts, only to cool down after basking in the sun. The day is cloudy, the breeze cool.


I doze of and on, then throw myself into a hammock and plug my headphones in. I sing.
Facing the hill is not a problem anymore. Since I got here, I made it a point to walk up the great big hill at sunset each day, arriving back at the villa covered with a salty sheen of sweat, calves quivering from exertion.


Each day after dinner, I take long walks. As I walk, I tilt my head upwards, taking in the glittering pinpoints of starlight that weave a sparkling tapestry across the inky black velvet of the night sky.


I stroll the many walkways set above the sea, peer at the schools of fry swimming below. I wander through the sweet scented herb gardens and explore the deserted male bathhouse at the spa. If and when fancy takes me, I break out into song or jaunty dance steps.


Its back-to-the-basics: the supreme beauty of Mother Nature’s offerings, and me. This is my journey to self-rediscovery. After years of sacrifices and compromises, of wanting and depending, I’m learning that it all boils down to me. And that it’s okay to think about just me for once. Here, I’ve reached deep down and found my core. I’ve sloughed away the layers of old, made space for new beginnings.


When I’m about to leave on my last day, I go down to the shore and send a flying kiss up to the eagles. A short holiday yes, but so much gained from it. The ferry pulls away from the quay, the sun is beating down on the island, a sparkling gem in the sea.

For the first time, I’ve found that there’s nothing to fear. I embrace the fact that its just me, and not only do I know that I can survive on my own, but I am empowered by the fact that I am truly content, fulfilled with just me, myself and I.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

The Bean and The Buck

People like me are the sole reason why Coffee Bean and Starbucks continue to flourish, mushrooming ahead in the most backwater kampungs. I woke up early the other day, and of course in between moving and etc., I had not had the time to do my grocery shopping(buy coffee) and thus had to rush to the nearest Bean or Bucks to satiate that caffiene craving.


Alas!Bean was shut, can you believe it?8.30 am and they werent open yet! How on earth do they expect hard-working people like me to stay up the first half of the morning and complete urgent tasks such as instant messaging, replying emails and posting photos if they are SHUT we cannot get our COFFEE?


Thankfully the people at Starbucks are more understanding of the situation.



I once was so close to the barristas at the IP Starbucks that when I went to Canada, I got them stickers and autographs from the Starbucks (one of the many)on Queens/Kings St. They never received it though, I slipped it in one of my books and have yet to (SURPRISE!) find it.


But after too much of Starbucks..


SCENE:

Aja walks into Starbucks and opens her mouth, Starbucks barrista cuts her off with a chorus of " One double tall vanilla latte"!


I started to go to Coffee Bean. I felt like a traitor. To make matters worse,Bean and Bucks are located side by side.


SCENE:

Aja pulls up in car, she peers into Starbucks to gage the staff's observance level, she watches as business picks up.
Then, quickly, unassumingly, she ducks and runs into the warm woodsy-nees of Coffee Bean. They don't know her here. "One double tall vanilla latte please" They look at her, confused. She realises that she's using Bucks Lingo.
"Sorry, one double-shot regular vanilla latte,please", as an after thought, "Hot, flat top". The look of recognition dawns.


They take forever to make her order.She looks over her shoulder at the familiarity of Starbucks. They are still not done with her drink.
She runs over to Bucks and they make her the usual, while she waits, she confesses, and bitches about the slow service at Bean, eventhough they are empty.
She returns to get her other coffee.


The difference in a double shot vanilla latte from both places is:


Bucks: Sharper, skinnier, somehow seems more caffienated. Loses flavor as it get colder.


Bean: Smooth, creamy, thick, delicious hot and cold.


So, I've started going to the Bean at GP now that I'm living near there. The first morning I walked past Bucks to get to Bean, who should I see but the Manager from IP that has been transferred to GP. I stop to chat, he beckons to the barrista, I throw an apologetic look. "Sorry", I say. "Its Coffee Bean today".


Want to know one more thing about Bean's coffee?


Man does it make me shit.


And thus concludes 'The Bean and The Buck'. A story fit for youngsters at bed-time.