Monday. I arrived sleepy and groggy for a freelance job at a defence exhibition. Found out I had to do dreaded sales like cold calls to all booths, to promote my booth's service. Returned home with bruised feet, a result of wearing required formal court shoes that people with bunions like mine shouldn't attempt to wear.
Tuesday. Decided to have an option of TWO court shoes on standby, but BOTH hurt though in different parts of the feet. First one hurts my bunions, second pair hurts my soles. Which is the lesser evil? More visiting of booths and meeting people. Started to appreciate the opportunity to meet people from so many different countries and so many mannerisms. Some with big warm smiles and some shifty and curt, trying to get me to hurry on and say my goodbyes.
Wednesday. Quite settled into the job. Decided to ignore advise and did NOT wear court shoes but open toe heels. Prefer efficiency to looking good. Able to walk around faster, more productive, less painful. Able to smile genuinely(no more aching feet!) on my rounds today. Realised the different good looks of probably about 30 over nationalities gathered at exhibition. On my way home met other freelancers for this exhibition. Not to discriminate but there was one who didn't have good English. Asked me 'Where is your boobs?' She meant where is my booth? Tried my mighty best not to let my laughter in my mind show on my face. Pulled on a straight faced and gave my booth number.
Thursday. Yay! Last day. (Might) miss all the hustle and bustle. After 4 days of watching my Greek boss at work, realise he is highly efficient and does not waste time. This means short lunches and always planning ahead how to spend the entire working day. Feeling less pissed at people who stop by my booth just for souveneirs when we have none. Understand that we are all guilty of Malaysian 'free stuff' mentality. They want free pens and fancy pins, I want free movie tix. Made more booth visits. Realise different treatment received from various country booths. Won't say who's worst but warmest people are probably from India booths.
All in all, interesting 4 days. Boss happy with work done. Oh and one more thing. Made a small faux paus today when some French media came over to chat. He passed me his name card. All in French. It's common for me to receive name cards that are dual language. English one side, their own local language the other side. So I asked Mr French, 'I can't read this, where's your English side?' only to realise I had just stroke some old-time French-English rivalry feelings and look at him gazing in fake horror at what I asked. Oh well, good week anyhow:)
Here's some photos taken with my hp those whose heart races looking at killing machines.
Friday, 25 April 2008
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Annoyingly cute
There are many times when I've looked at photographs of animals, especially predators and preys getting chummy with each other, and going awwwww...It seems just so special when a cat takes a nap on a dog or a cat and rabbit sit side-by-side.
Recently, I was 'fortunate' enough to see such an unusual sight. I have a cute, hairy, furball of a dog. She hates cats, and tries to chase them whenever they're nearby. But I realised the same can't be said for some squirrels in my garden. I've spotted them numerous times sitting in my doggy's bowl eating high protein chicken and beef dog biscuits! At first it was quite cute, seeing this little creature slowly creep up from behind flower pots and snatch a biscuit or two. But lately, I realised my little squirrel friend has been bringing a pal to the buffet.
I'm hearing the squirrels grinding their teeth more and more often, which probably explains why they are quite fat with a shiny coat of fur. Not too mention more and more traces of their slimy gooey poop in the porch (it looks like brown toothpaste).
But I think the single most annoying thing is that my dog doesn't bother at all!Any other dog would have gone mad chasing away little four legged creatures nibbling in its bowl. But not my doggy. She doesn't bat an eyelid.
Yesterday, I shoved my dog's bowl right under her nose and told her firmly to guard it. I then hid behind some curtains to watch the most ridiculous scene unfold. The squirrel crept out from between some flower pots and sort of hopped-scurried around the porch in front of my dog. Seeing my dog was reaction-less, it came closer and closer and closer until it was at the food bowl, right under my dog's nose. My dog looked at it with little interest as the squirrel picked its choice biscuit and dashed off.
I didn't manage to grab a photoshot as I never expected that to happen. Well the next time, I hope to get it in a cage nyehehe. Though you wouldn't have to worry, I'll probably just bring it to a park, where it can look for real food, like a real squirrel does.

This pic was taken at another time, you can see the ratty looking squirrel in the flower pot while the white fluff on the floor is my lazy dog.
Recently, I was 'fortunate' enough to see such an unusual sight. I have a cute, hairy, furball of a dog. She hates cats, and tries to chase them whenever they're nearby. But I realised the same can't be said for some squirrels in my garden. I've spotted them numerous times sitting in my doggy's bowl eating high protein chicken and beef dog biscuits! At first it was quite cute, seeing this little creature slowly creep up from behind flower pots and snatch a biscuit or two. But lately, I realised my little squirrel friend has been bringing a pal to the buffet.
I'm hearing the squirrels grinding their teeth more and more often, which probably explains why they are quite fat with a shiny coat of fur. Not too mention more and more traces of their slimy gooey poop in the porch (it looks like brown toothpaste).
But I think the single most annoying thing is that my dog doesn't bother at all!Any other dog would have gone mad chasing away little four legged creatures nibbling in its bowl. But not my doggy. She doesn't bat an eyelid.
Yesterday, I shoved my dog's bowl right under her nose and told her firmly to guard it. I then hid behind some curtains to watch the most ridiculous scene unfold. The squirrel crept out from between some flower pots and sort of hopped-scurried around the porch in front of my dog. Seeing my dog was reaction-less, it came closer and closer and closer until it was at the food bowl, right under my dog's nose. My dog looked at it with little interest as the squirrel picked its choice biscuit and dashed off.
I didn't manage to grab a photoshot as I never expected that to happen. Well the next time, I hope to get it in a cage nyehehe. Though you wouldn't have to worry, I'll probably just bring it to a park, where it can look for real food, like a real squirrel does.
This pic was taken at another time, you can see the ratty looking squirrel in the flower pot while the white fluff on the floor is my lazy dog.
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Love that smack!
I finally played squash again yesterday! My squash racquet had been hibernating atop my cupboard and grown old with cobwebs and whatever else that died in between the dust.
It became sort of a sports marathon with my brother, though it was not planned that way. We started with trying to bugger off the other with badminton before we were left panting and heading down to the squash courts.
Poor him, he doesn't play squash but was nice enough to let me force him to joining me. Stephen my other brother would never had let me force him do anything. Anyway, I suck at squash. After all this while, I'm clumsy, can't bent and run across the court with heavy thump thump thumps like a baby elephant.
But still the beautiful feeling you get when the ball hits the sweet spot on the racquet is addictive. Addictive enough to keep me bending over to pick up misfired balls and reserving again, and again and again. Until finally, I see an uncle waiting outside my court.
I got out, giving way to him but he insisted I join him. How could I refuse when on an adrenaline rush? Though I know I sucked, very few chances I have to play squash. So I gamely when in, and got whooped by the uncle who was merrily laughing watching me panic at all his drop shots.
Embarassing indeed. But I so would do it again.
It became sort of a sports marathon with my brother, though it was not planned that way. We started with trying to bugger off the other with badminton before we were left panting and heading down to the squash courts.
Poor him, he doesn't play squash but was nice enough to let me force him to joining me. Stephen my other brother would never had let me force him do anything. Anyway, I suck at squash. After all this while, I'm clumsy, can't bent and run across the court with heavy thump thump thumps like a baby elephant.
But still the beautiful feeling you get when the ball hits the sweet spot on the racquet is addictive. Addictive enough to keep me bending over to pick up misfired balls and reserving again, and again and again. Until finally, I see an uncle waiting outside my court.
I got out, giving way to him but he insisted I join him. How could I refuse when on an adrenaline rush? Though I know I sucked, very few chances I have to play squash. So I gamely when in, and got whooped by the uncle who was merrily laughing watching me panic at all his drop shots.
Embarassing indeed. But I so would do it again.
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Post graduation
Since I have been out of college since before the Cina New Year, I decided not to laze around, and do the things I'd wished to do when I was too busy with assignments.
So no1. I am taking part in a mime that showcases the power of God's love. It's a contemporary type performance, and to be performed on Easter Vigil Night (this Sat) at Assumption church 6pm and 9 pm. Actually, I have to attribute this play to whoever the superbly creative person was who designed the whole thing and plonked it on Youtube. My group of performers were actually inspired by the Youtube thingy and decided we just had to do it- one of the most touching mimes I've watched. Watch it for yourself :
We're trying to practise our mime to make it as realistic as possible, I think we're 80% there. Still have 3 more practices (though I'm skipping one hehe). We were in a lurch cos we had no budgets for lighting (it would cost around RM 600-800), thank God last minute we called someone who allowed us to take his lighting equipment for whatever price we'd like to pay! So hooray, at least our effects part to help with the whole emo feeling is taken care of. Now, just a little bit more prayer and practise, and we may just communicate the message well enough for the congregation to be moved.
no2. I'm playing football. Yes i know the difference between futsal and football. I am playing football. Surprise, surprise. I don't watch football, don't keep up with the scores and the news, have two sticks for legs and I decided to play. Well, I think those of you who know me will know I like to try new stuff. So I think that's the motivation. Plus a very persuasive friend who wouldn't give up calling on me. The whole point of playing football is for our church to form a women's football team for an interchurch game on April 5. Lucky us, women's football so far only got 4 teams hahahah.
Post-graduate-Unemployment is great.
The next time I go for both practises, I'll remember to snap some pix.
So no1. I am taking part in a mime that showcases the power of God's love. It's a contemporary type performance, and to be performed on Easter Vigil Night (this Sat) at Assumption church 6pm and 9 pm. Actually, I have to attribute this play to whoever the superbly creative person was who designed the whole thing and plonked it on Youtube. My group of performers were actually inspired by the Youtube thingy and decided we just had to do it- one of the most touching mimes I've watched. Watch it for yourself :
We're trying to practise our mime to make it as realistic as possible, I think we're 80% there. Still have 3 more practices (though I'm skipping one hehe). We were in a lurch cos we had no budgets for lighting (it would cost around RM 600-800), thank God last minute we called someone who allowed us to take his lighting equipment for whatever price we'd like to pay! So hooray, at least our effects part to help with the whole emo feeling is taken care of. Now, just a little bit more prayer and practise, and we may just communicate the message well enough for the congregation to be moved.
no2. I'm playing football. Yes i know the difference between futsal and football. I am playing football. Surprise, surprise. I don't watch football, don't keep up with the scores and the news, have two sticks for legs and I decided to play. Well, I think those of you who know me will know I like to try new stuff. So I think that's the motivation. Plus a very persuasive friend who wouldn't give up calling on me. The whole point of playing football is for our church to form a women's football team for an interchurch game on April 5. Lucky us, women's football so far only got 4 teams hahahah.
Post-graduate-Unemployment is great.
The next time I go for both practises, I'll remember to snap some pix.
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Voting and Voters
I went to Hannah Yeoh's ceramah last week. I am surprised I did. It was only the last election where I couldn't care less. But I know why I did this time. It was her face. Fresh young. Could she lead? It was the fact that she was headprefect from my previous school, SMK Subang Utama(wah, proud-nya).
So I wanted to give her a chance. Hear what she has to say. And she did not dissapoint.
Yes she can lead, she said in her speech she was aware of all those questioning her abilities as a young woman. (She's 29) Her speech was well presented, no use of derogatory language (which other politicians are so fond of) , no broken English. No mindless jokes and no coffee shop talk.
I remembered a few lines that struck me.
'I am young but I am clean'
'I was ELECTED to the post of headprefect and at 16 years old managed 2000 students in my school'
and a lot more concerning Subang Jaya's useless development. I am sure you're familiar with our stupid goldenbird statue and million ringgit 'park' situated at a roundabout so we can all take in the carbon-monoxide air and enjoy the tranquility of irate car drivers horning.
Happy voting to my friends who have registered. To those who have not but feel the chagrin of their mistake now, not too late. You can still play mind games and influence other voters :)
by candlelight
Since she had tapau-ed some supposedly superb tasting nuggets from SS15's burger stall (near the market), she needed light to eat. We tried switching on all our rechargeable lights but just our luck none of them flickered on (I suspect my family used them dry before heading to bed).
Thus began our hunt for candles, guided by the humble glow of our handphone lights. We dug up plain tealight candles, christmas candles, candles given during birthdays, teacher's day candles and more fancy candles which we do not recall its significance. It was quite a sight after lighting close to ten candles of various shapes and colours around the house. And mind you, all the candles were even placed in all sorts of cute candle holders.
All I could say after sitting on the couch and taking in the flickering lights are 'whoa... veli lomantic wor'. Amazing what a dreaded blackout and some carefully kept candles over the years can do.
Comfort fooood
Don't you just love soggy cereal?
I know I do
Let em soak till goey
Lose their crunch
Absorb the milk
Just like sponge
Don't you just love soggy cereal?
Not just for breakfast,
But after lunch, dinner
and before bed
While drooling over
Grey's Anatomy's cast
While writing this silly thing
My debut to my soggy koko krunch
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