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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

:-S

Today I found this in my inbox:

Mak Long's birthday is on Wednesday November 1st.
Click below to choose an eCard and we will send it on Mak Long's birthday...

http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/eCard/

Kind Regards,

BirthdayAlarm.com



Thursday, October 19, 2006

Oh Poke

Once upon a time, in a forest far, far away, up in a tree, a kokang woke from its slumber and realized its slow poke of a neighbor was talking to it...

"Have you ever felt like you're running out of time, neighbor? Time is moving way too fast for me right now. That it is moving at all, is too much for me. How do I stop time? I want to stop it temporarily, and when I've caught up with my age and the things that happened in the last few years, then I will un-pause it. Give me some time off the clock to think things through. Can I borrow your crystal ball too, while I'm at it? Please?


I don't know yet what I'm looking for, neighbor. The thing that keeps me going everyday is the simple fact that I haven't found what I'm looking for. And what does it mean when your past seems sweeter than your future? Why is it that when I look forward all I see is a big blur? My neck is hurting from looking backwards all the time. I need a massage. When I was at that crossroad, did I not pick the right choice? How many years will it take to undo that mistake? Some things I have lost forever, I know. But surely the path I'm on can still take me to where I want to be. Do you think my heart's frost-bitten? Maybe that's why I can't feel. How is it possible to feel happy and numb at the same time? "

The kokang looked at its distraught neighbor and replied, "Poke, I don't know the answers to your questions. No, you cannot borrow my crystal ball, and no, I will not give you a massage. Now scram."

And with that, the kokang went back to sleep.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Selamat hari raya...

I was waiting for the elevator this morning when I looked out the hallway door and saw the dimly lit doorway of the apartment building across the street. It is barely light out, and there was nothing out of the ordinary that I can see. Yet, somehow the morning seems different. The garage was still dark when I got down. Someone has a new habit of turning off the lights every night. If only I knew where the light switch is. I'm usually not afraid of the dark, but today was a little different. It was a good thing I didn't have to move E's car to get out.

As I drove out, I saw that the ground was wet. It had been raining. I didn't even hear or smell it. The light drizzle wet my windshield. It looked like my windshield needs a new coat of Rain-X. And that reminded me, I should've worn my raincoat. I contemplated turning back to change, but decided against it. Today I didn't turn on the radio as I usually do when I get out of the garage. Partly because I am not interested in listening about someone's London Bridge wanting to go down, but mostly because I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. Random as they may be.

My alarm clock went off at 6.19 this morning. I'm pretty sure it had gone off earlier than that, since I set it for 5.30, but the buzzing at 6.19 was what I woke up to. I turned the clock off, jumped out of bed, and headed for the shower. None of the usual turning over and lying on my stomach, pillow-less and diagonally on the bed, while waiting for the alarm to go off again. In the shower I soaped myself twice, because I would otherwise be done showering too quickly.

All the while, I was thinking about my dream. It made me feel so weird. I dreamt about Mak Long, my mom, brothers, and others whom I cannot remember. In fact, I can't even recall what the dream was about. Yet it still threw me off my routine. It made me think about raya. It's almost that time of the year, and eventhough I should be used to celebrating it abroad by now, I am not. Which is why when I am not back home for it, I usually don't celebrate it at all. Or much, anyway. I suppose being able to re-join my lunch crew does lift my spirit. I won't lie about that.

My mom is also trying to get used to a new way of raya. The last few years have been especially rough for her, having to come up with a new raya routine (kubur - home - breakfast raya - nenek's house - Mak Long's), only to have it change again the following year because yet another loved one critical to the routine has passed on. Pretty soon more of our raya crowd will be underground than above. What do we do then? Maybe the kubur session before sembahyang raya would just extend longer and longer. We would need a big sack of flowers. We might need to special order them, in case the usual florist we go to doesn't have enough.

Well, obviously when my cousins marry and breed, the family will grow again. Except now we will all have our own nucleus to gather around during holiday times. Once in a while we will break the norm and bring our families to visit our ex- raya circle. The kids will not understand why they have to visit uncles and aunts they don't even know. I know I didn't. But we will know why, and hopefully we will still do it and enjoy seeing each other again, even if the days of playing buaya buaya are long gone.

I suppose this is part of growing up.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

I don't have an interesting title...

4 units down, 38 to go before graduation. Whoo hoo! :p My marketing class started yesterday. At first, I thought the prof (and class) was going to be really serious. (What kind of marketing class would that be?) His course syllabus sounds really "strict" - cold-calling, stay in the same seat, must read cases and prepare otherwise ur grade will go down the drain, etc. And when he spoke, he sounded really solemn. But he turned out to be quite funny. I like how he manages the time and how much people talk. He's not shy about cutting people off when they're rambling incessantly. Yes! No more air-time hogs. And I forced myself to get into a different group just so I will get to know more people in the class. Usually I'd try to stay with the same group just because it's easier. But I must be more social. Hehe...

I've looked at the Accounting course syllabus and it seems pretty straightforward. It doesn't look like we'll have a project. Phew! I just need to do my homeworks every week. Having gone through one quarter, I see that it's practically impossible for me to take 3 classes at the same time. Which means, unless they offer 2 classes that I want to take in the summer, I probably won't graduate in 2 years. Sedihnya!

Enough about school. Tonight I'm going to attempt to revive my old korok laptop. I went to Target to get CD-r to copy my data. Tonight I'm going to reformat my hard drive. Lately my old laptop has been so slow, rasa macam nak je campak keluar tingkap. I can turn it on, then go to the bathroom, get something to drink, and it still wouldn't be done booting up. Crap betul lah! So we'll see how it'll be after I reformat it.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

This song makes me smile :)

Signs
I'm not sure of what I see
Cupid don't fuck wit me
Are you tellin' me this is a sign?
She lookin' in my eyes
Noticin' no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign?
Ooh

Don't think about it
Boy leave her alone
Nig, you ain't no G
She likes my tone my cologne
and the way I roll
You ain't no G

It's legit
You know it's a hit
When the Neptunes and Doggy Dogg full of spit
You know we is in Tune with the season
Come here baby, tell me why you leavin'?
Tell me if it's weed that you need
If you wanna breathe
I got the best weed, minus seeds
Ain't nobody trippin VIP they can't get in
If something goes wrong then you know...

Now you steppin' with a G from Los Angeles
Where the helicopters got cameras
Just to get a glimpse of our chucks and our khakis and our bouncing cars
You with your friend, right?
Yeah
She ain't tryin' to bring up on her man, right?
No
Shit, she ain't gotta be in a distance
She can get high all in an instant.

Mami, Mamasita
Have you ever flown a G-five
From London to Ibiza
You gotta have Cape Town
You'll have Sundaes, wit chikitas
You'll see Venus, and Serena in the Wimbledon Arena
And I can take care of you

Nigga don't be young and foolish
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you've lost until she's gone (gone)
She got pretty face, drove you wild
But you ain't have that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style


Friday, October 06, 2006

Exams, pizza, bread, and milk

So one day I drive to work feeling like I'm on top of the world, and then the next day I wake up feeling like crap. It's been this way this whole week. I don't know what to blame this on. Maybe just hormones kot. School stress has kicked in full blown. Tomorrow is one final, and Sunday is another one. Tuesday we start the second half of the semester with Marketing. Or is it Accounting? It's one of those, I'll look it up on Monday.

It's been a week of bulan puasa. Selamat berpuasa kepada kawan kawan ku. I'm sure korang berbuka tak makan ice cold pizza :p At first I balked at the idea (Nils was the first person I've ever seen to eat cold pizza right out of the fridge), but now I've come to like it. Kind of like a salad, but much tastier. Pizza Hut should come up with that as a new product. The slogan can be "So good you can even eat it when it's cold". Ok, so I celup idea Gardenia. I miss Gardenia, by the way. It has been 10 years, and I still haven't found the perfect substitute for Gardenia bread. Sliced bread I mean. I've tried going to bakeries and getting their fresh loaves, but they're not as soft. I couldn't eat them on their own.

In the past few weeks I've developed a phobia for sour milk. How? Well, one morning I had my normal cocoa pebbles breakfast. Poured the milk. Took one big mouthful. And BLAH! SOUR! True, the milk was expired, but baru berapa hari aje. Already sour ke? So now everytime I pour myself a glass of milk (expired or otherwise), I dip one finger in it and taste it first. Most of the time I can't tell whether the milk is good, but I figured as long as I couldn't tell right away, it can't be that bad, right?

And finally, good news. I've lost 7 lbs in the last 2 weeks. Yeay!

Ok, time to get back to my studying. C' ya!