So, can I has a cheezburger now?
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Fairytale~
My bro-in-law proposed to my Sis yesterday. Yes, they were registered last year, and technically, they're married in the eyes of law; though customarily, everyone has not "seen her in her wedding dress yet" as my Mum puts it.Long story short, he got down on his knees and asked her to marry him. *dreamy look* Now she has a gorgeous bling on her finger...again.
A bouquet of red roses. The way to a girl's heart. =)
Friday, January 28, 2011
They were standing there, forced into a circumstance that cannot be avoided. They were standing there, albeit far away and on different ends. She tried to peek at what was going on in front.
“Hmm, where is everybody?” the actor was saying.
She looked over at his side. He was trying to stay as far away from her as possible; it was as if she was so diseased. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t risk letting everyone know what she wanted to say over the speakers.
“Why are you staying away from me? I’m sorry of how I treated you before…” She fought the urge to blab it out.
She held his hand. He grabbed hers tightly. Her heart skipped a beat. I must be the luckiest girl on earth right now, she thought.
I want to see your pictures, he said. No! she objected. He ignored her and they walked towards the wall, hand-in-hand – she, trying to stop him but he playfully dragged her on with him.
She covered his eyes with her hands. They laughed. He yanked her hands away and held them tightly in his. She hugged him from behind. This, she thought to herself, would be the perfect picture.
After a while, she pulled him away and – towards her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, falling even deeper for one another. I could do this forever, she thought…
She took a deep breath. She looked over at him again. He was facing the opposite direction, not even wanting to look at her or to wish her luck. She knew she couldn’t have any distractions now. It was, indeed, her time to shine.
She adjusted her microphone and walked out onto the stage…
Baby, I was naive
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance.
My mistake,
I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand.
“Hmm, where is everybody?” the actor was saying.
She looked over at his side. He was trying to stay as far away from her as possible; it was as if she was so diseased. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t risk letting everyone know what she wanted to say over the speakers.
“Why are you staying away from me? I’m sorry of how I treated you before…” She fought the urge to blab it out.
She held his hand. He grabbed hers tightly. Her heart skipped a beat. I must be the luckiest girl on earth right now, she thought.
I want to see your pictures, he said. No! she objected. He ignored her and they walked towards the wall, hand-in-hand – she, trying to stop him but he playfully dragged her on with him.
She covered his eyes with her hands. They laughed. He yanked her hands away and held them tightly in his. She hugged him from behind. This, she thought to herself, would be the perfect picture.
After a while, she pulled him away and – towards her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, falling even deeper for one another. I could do this forever, she thought…
She took a deep breath. She looked over at him again. He was facing the opposite direction, not even wanting to look at her or to wish her luck. She knew she couldn’t have any distractions now. It was, indeed, her time to shine.
She adjusted her microphone and walked out onto the stage…
Baby, I was naive
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance.
My mistake,
I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Attn: Lim Su Ann!
Ann,
I know I've promised you since that day but I've only got the time today. Sorry!
You're probably in a lot of pain right now; so get well soon, okay.
Here's the thing you've wanted to see so badly.
Don't laugh kay.
Eeps! I have that one-big-one-small eyes effect.
So haha hope this cheered you up a little. =)
Get lots of rest and don't move so much.
Loves,
Melly.
I know I've promised you since that day but I've only got the time today. Sorry!
You're probably in a lot of pain right now; so get well soon, okay.
Here's the thing you've wanted to see so badly.
Don't laugh kay.
Eeps! I have that one-big-one-small eyes effect.
So haha hope this cheered you up a little. =)
Get lots of rest and don't move so much.
Loves,
Melly.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Quote for Today is...
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe
Friday, January 14, 2011
Chinese New Year - Past, Present and Future~
It was 9 something in the morning. My eldest aunt and her husband were in the room. My father signalled to my sister and I to go into that room. At first, I looked around, scared - the bed next to my grandma's held a man who was so very ill. But then I soon realized that my grandma was the same, if not worse.
Uncle Kuna was reciting a short prayer for grandma by her side. When I saw her, I couldn't control my tears: she was gasping for air, so very gasping for dear air. She had an oxygen mask, but it didn't look like it was helping her very much, if at all.
"Shhh," was all my sister could say while rubbing my back. I clasped my hands over my mouth to soften the sobs - what seemed like a futile action. Pa finally took us out of the room.
He told us that the doctor had said that grandma would only be around for just a few more days.
We finally accepted the truth, after two weeks of sheer suspense.
My eldest uncle and his wife, my eldest aunt and her husband, Pa, my sister and I were waiting at the corridor of the hospital. Within that five hours we were there, my external family: granduncles, grandaunts and all, came to visit grandma for the last time.
Since there was nothing much we could do, someone suggested we went home to rest. We decided to go to my second aunt's house in Cheng.
It was 3.30pm. We were having tea break - currypuffs, goreng pisang and coffee. Everyone looked beat. 10 minutes later, De Kor's phone started ringing.
"Hello?" She answered. That was all she could say. She started to wail and dropped to the floor, phone flung off. That was when it all sank in. Everyone knew what exactly the caller on the other line had told her. My sister and I tried to comfort De Kor but to no avail. Everyone there started wiping their eyes on the sleeves of their shirts. After what seemed like forever, De Kor started to calm down. Uncle Kuna recited a prayer for all of us.
On the 19th of February, 2010 at 3.40pm, the 6th day of Chinese New Year, my beloved grandmother had passed away.
Chinese New Years are always special to me. I look forward to it every year just because all my aunts and uncles came back from outstation and the reunion dinners always were exciting. We were always wondering what 4th grandaunt would prepare for us.
Every year since forever (since I can ever remember; this tradition dates back to when my father was dating my mother, or even when my father was still a kid), we would all gather in my grandparents' place in Limbongan on the first morning of New Year's to go visit all my relatives (granduncles and grandaunts from both sides of my paternal grandparents). We had developed this little sequence, and every year it would be the same or there would be a little difference on which house we went to first, but every house that we visited each year would not be missed.
Usually, the sequence goes like this:
Firstly, we went to my eldest granduncle's house in Tangga Batu. Next, we would visit what we call "The House on the Hill", not far off my eldest granduncle's house. This is where grandma would always pray at - the altar of the house.
Thirdly, to Lao Sa Chek's house (3rd granduncle). This house, we call it the "Chinese Tea house" because Lao Sa Chek would always serve us chinese tea, different from the other houses that we usually visit. Then, we would visit Lao Tua Kor (eldest grandaunt) in Bukit Rambai.
These granduncles and grandaunts of mine mentioned here are from my grandfather's side. On the first day of Chinese New Year, we would never have to worry about lunch because my grandaunt or granduncle from my grandmother's side would always prepare for us.
I would always hear from my friends (after school reopens) that they received so and so amount as their angpao money (which is a lot, like RM700-RM1000 even). Although we visit many houses during Chinese New Year, albeit the number of angpaos I receive, the amount does not reach the ones as stated by my friends. But I'm not complaining; I love the fact that I actually do visit my relatives during the time of joy. Some people don't even get to experience what I've gone through, which is so much fun.
This year, I would not be celebrating Chinese New Year.
Pa even said that from now on, Chinese New Years are not going to be the same as before, as our rock has gone.
But I will always remember it as being a festival which brings the family so much closer together. =)
Rest in peace, grandma.
You'll forever be in our hearts.
Uncle Kuna was reciting a short prayer for grandma by her side. When I saw her, I couldn't control my tears: she was gasping for air, so very gasping for dear air. She had an oxygen mask, but it didn't look like it was helping her very much, if at all.
"Shhh," was all my sister could say while rubbing my back. I clasped my hands over my mouth to soften the sobs - what seemed like a futile action. Pa finally took us out of the room.
He told us that the doctor had said that grandma would only be around for just a few more days.
We finally accepted the truth, after two weeks of sheer suspense.
My eldest uncle and his wife, my eldest aunt and her husband, Pa, my sister and I were waiting at the corridor of the hospital. Within that five hours we were there, my external family: granduncles, grandaunts and all, came to visit grandma for the last time.
Since there was nothing much we could do, someone suggested we went home to rest. We decided to go to my second aunt's house in Cheng.
It was 3.30pm. We were having tea break - currypuffs, goreng pisang and coffee. Everyone looked beat. 10 minutes later, De Kor's phone started ringing.
"Hello?" She answered. That was all she could say. She started to wail and dropped to the floor, phone flung off. That was when it all sank in. Everyone knew what exactly the caller on the other line had told her. My sister and I tried to comfort De Kor but to no avail. Everyone there started wiping their eyes on the sleeves of their shirts. After what seemed like forever, De Kor started to calm down. Uncle Kuna recited a prayer for all of us.
On the 19th of February, 2010 at 3.40pm, the 6th day of Chinese New Year, my beloved grandmother had passed away.
Chinese New Years are always special to me. I look forward to it every year just because all my aunts and uncles came back from outstation and the reunion dinners always were exciting. We were always wondering what 4th grandaunt would prepare for us.
Every year since forever (since I can ever remember; this tradition dates back to when my father was dating my mother, or even when my father was still a kid), we would all gather in my grandparents' place in Limbongan on the first morning of New Year's to go visit all my relatives (granduncles and grandaunts from both sides of my paternal grandparents). We had developed this little sequence, and every year it would be the same or there would be a little difference on which house we went to first, but every house that we visited each year would not be missed.
Usually, the sequence goes like this:
Firstly, we went to my eldest granduncle's house in Tangga Batu. Next, we would visit what we call "The House on the Hill", not far off my eldest granduncle's house. This is where grandma would always pray at - the altar of the house.
Thirdly, to Lao Sa Chek's house (3rd granduncle). This house, we call it the "Chinese Tea house" because Lao Sa Chek would always serve us chinese tea, different from the other houses that we usually visit. Then, we would visit Lao Tua Kor (eldest grandaunt) in Bukit Rambai.
These granduncles and grandaunts of mine mentioned here are from my grandfather's side. On the first day of Chinese New Year, we would never have to worry about lunch because my grandaunt or granduncle from my grandmother's side would always prepare for us.
I would always hear from my friends (after school reopens) that they received so and so amount as their angpao money (which is a lot, like RM700-RM1000 even). Although we visit many houses during Chinese New Year, albeit the number of angpaos I receive, the amount does not reach the ones as stated by my friends. But I'm not complaining; I love the fact that I actually do visit my relatives during the time of joy. Some people don't even get to experience what I've gone through, which is so much fun.
This year, I would not be celebrating Chinese New Year.
Pa even said that from now on, Chinese New Years are not going to be the same as before, as our rock has gone.
But I will always remember it as being a festival which brings the family so much closer together. =)
Rest in peace, grandma.
You'll forever be in our hearts.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
"No boarding pass required. Seatbelt optional."
I'll have to admit. I rarely read Malaysian-made stories. The only other time I bought a book from a Malaysian author was "Sweetheart from hell" by May-Zhee Lim. Her vocab is indeed powerful, but plotwise? Errr, not so much. =/
But then my bro-in-law bought this book:
I thought the cover was pretty cute. And then I realized that the book was a short-story compilation about the author's days of being an air stewardess.
I like short-story books. Somehow they make you feel all quaint on the inside. =P
Madness Aboard is actually the sequel to this:
But bro-in-law bought the books in the wrong sequence. Which totally doesn't matter 'cause all the stories are unrelated to one another.
Both books feature stories like how the stewards might prepare the passengers' food (especially when you are nasty to them), how they handle a situation when someone passes away onboard, whether a plane is haunted or not, etc.
Yvonne also explains how the job of a stewardess is not all singing the "coffee-or-tea rhapsody" (as she puts it).
These books are awesome in that they showcase the life of a stewardess and what actually goes on in aeroplanes (and off).
Awesome reads. Especially when you're travelling on a plane and was thinking of being nasty to the air crew. =)
But then my bro-in-law bought this book:
I thought the cover was pretty cute. And then I realized that the book was a short-story compilation about the author's days of being an air stewardess.
I like short-story books. Somehow they make you feel all quaint on the inside. =P
Madness Aboard is actually the sequel to this:
But bro-in-law bought the books in the wrong sequence. Which totally doesn't matter 'cause all the stories are unrelated to one another.
Both books feature stories like how the stewards might prepare the passengers' food (especially when you are nasty to them), how they handle a situation when someone passes away onboard, whether a plane is haunted or not, etc.
Yvonne also explains how the job of a stewardess is not all singing the "coffee-or-tea rhapsody" (as she puts it).
These books are awesome in that they showcase the life of a stewardess and what actually goes on in aeroplanes (and off).
Awesome reads. Especially when you're travelling on a plane and was thinking of being nasty to the air crew. =)
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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