round island

p/s this post was meant to be up end july=p

the view from an upstairs window

refreshing green

whizzing past green

the sparkling waters at the dam..

so its sunday and as usual im merely longing for some quiet time perhaps to read, write and scrapbook a little. okie yeah maybe i’ll go online for a bit. dad says in the morning, are you coming with us to eat durians? i think to myself err ahh aiyah lazy la there goes my quiet time, moreover im much afraid of getting prolonged sorethroats from eating durian specially after my throat started getting itchy from one mere “hoot” of durian. around me they start to lament the unadventurous anti social mei. hmm. heck, im going. ain’t i glad i did. turns out its a full fledged road trip round island to dad’s friend’s plot of durian farm complete with done up kampung house. it truly is a novelty trekking round the farm and then later sitting at the long kitchen table eating durians with opera music playing in the background on a suitably snazzy piece of hi-fi equipment.several durian “hoots” later, we take our leave thank our hospitable hosts and head on to balik pulau town to have the best laksa on the island. YUMMY.on our journey home we stop at the teluk bahang dam and tak epictures of the glittering water.
ahh..all in all a non typical sunday, spent with family and good food=)

every day is christmassy

behold my new decorative pretty lights! and they were a gift. thanks jade and alvin=). this is my desk space now made more enticing by these glorious babies, except that when facing a laptop next to these twinkly wonders one’s eyes go bonkers..anyways i just wanted to show these off=)

coming soon is answer to a challenge by a friend..stay tuned..

romantic

this morning on my way to work he says:
“you’re so overly romantic it’s funny. so you can either do
a) sort that out about yourself or
b) get heartbroken and learn the hard way…”

silence follows as i get to thinking. i demand elaboration. he alludes to the way i am in general not neccessarily with relationships but even the way i write my letter about cameron highlands. (hmm, what was in that letter anyways)besides i’d always thought my brother was a romantic too what’s he saying?

perhaps a little background may help. romanticism which i’d come to know about in a theoretical sense in literature classes sheds some light.

In a general sense, Romanticism refers to several distinct groups of artists, poets, writers, musicians, political, philosophical and social thinkers and trends of the late 18th and early 19th centuries in Europe. This movement is typically characterized by its reaction against the Enlightenment; whereas the Enlightenment emphasized the primacy of reason, Romanticism emphasized imagination and feeling. Rather than an epistemology of deduction, the Romantics demonstrated elements of knowledge through intuition. But a precise characterization and a specific description of Romanticism have been objects of intellectual history and literary history for all of the twentieth century without any great measure of consensus emerging. Arthur Lovejoy attempted to demonstrate the difficulty of this problem in his seminal article “On The Discrimination of Romanticisms” in his Essays in the History of Ideas (1948); some scholars see romanticism as completely continuous with the present, some see it as the inaugural moment of modernity, some see it as the beginning of a tradition of resistance to the Enlightenment, and still others date it firmly in the direct aftermath of the French Revolution. Perhaps the most instructive—and most succinct—definition comes from Charles Baudelaire: “Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject nor exact truth, but in a way of feeling.”
Some modernist writers argue that Romanticism represents an aspect of the Counter-Enlightenment, a negatively charged phrase used to label movements or ideas seen by them as counter to the rationality and objectivity inherent in the Enlightenment, and promoting emotionalism, superstition and instability.

hmm. emotionalism eh. so maybe i am. and maybe i set myself up for heartbreak even in the littlest things.and well yeah every heartbreak teaches me. does it mean i should let go of my romantic ideals? hmmm…

on a separate note

it’s my daddy’s birthday today!(24 aug)
happy birthday daddy!!!
he still looks young and is young and fun and all that.
makes me a better version of me.
i love you daddy.
you won’t read this will you?
hmmm…

lunch break

So I’m feeling restless today. Bosses out of town, none too pressing tasks to accomplish at work. Get to thinking bout lunch break. Not too excited about going out in the sun walking (without an umbrella because I refuse to look like a fusspot who’s afraid of the sun though the heat blazes down quite meanly) to some nearby or not so nearby coffee shop to eat economy rice. So I ask my brother if I can borrow the car. Sure. Get the keys. Handsfree still not returned to me so a refreshing solitary drive to the mall for lunch. A welcome change. Jap food from the food court is as appetizing as a whole buffet in contrast to the usual meals.a couple of msgs ago and I’d set a date with gal friend who for once did not resist. The allure of decent food in a fresh atmosphere and the prospect of good company is making me smile. I feel rewarded for my whimsical frivolosity. I whiz into the parking lot. Hungry and almost gastric-ey. As I reverse park I think to myself, hmm when I first started driving yonks ago I’d take ages to reverse park and once scraped a pillar at some mall carpark, I back up more, I see a ramp behind me and think a little more the reverse sensor will tell me when to stop then BHOOSH!. SHIT! How. Ironic. So the matured reverse park-er has backed her brother’s precious car’s rear spoiler (which btw is up high so no the reverse sensors aren’t there) into that dastardly ramp. There goes my accident-free record since I’ve been home. There goes my salary for next month. Ok at least a little of it. I rush out. Thank god it’s only scratched at one part of the middle of the spoiler but the paint’s chipped off. Sulk. Stress. My exciting lunch break is fast losing its charm. after a few sulky moments with myself and shadowfax (aforementioned vehicle) I trudge off to find food. By now gastric is full fledged. Then I can’t find aforementioned mate who’s handphone is not working. Finally I do. And I eat my jap katsu curry set. And I lament about the car. And now I brace myself for folks to get back and hear about it. Sigh.
So maybe next time I start having adventurous thoughts about lunch break I’ll think, scratch that.

well whaddya know..

an update. despite the fact that i’ve finally updated my original blogspot blog and even started a friendster blog, merely one day later..ta-dah an update here. i like my new template. it’s sleek,classy and pwetty=).
yesterday my boss took us for tea. at close to the 5 0′clock hour when things suddenly pick up the pace because you have to wrap everything up AND fit it all in a detailed yet concise and comprehensive daily report. we went for koay teow soup at armenian street and truth be told i never knew koay teow soup could be something to shout about much less blog about. but WOW=)! it was amazingly yummy. their homemade fishballs are excellent. also it was rather cool to be out of the office during working hours because i’m always the main person who CANNOT leave the office/showroom/shop, so i can attend to calls, people collecting cheques, etc etc etc.
i’ve forewarned readers of my blogspot blog that upcoming updates will include more hospital tales=).heh. some may say i should just get over it already but i have to get it outta my system at some point=).
anyways, back to the present… i just got back from holiday. yes. me! a holiday! it was rather exciting.cameron highlands. the lakehouse. (yes, the boutique hotel/old english style lodge) not the latest keanu reeves movie.


i loved the cool fresh air. and well, the family time and the break from work, that was all part of what made it special. the flower gardens and blooming roses,daisies and orchids all over the place are enough to make me wanna buy a little holiday cottage up there just so i can have my own little daisy/rose garden and have tea and scones with strawberries and cream every day.how quaint.

tales from my hospital bed….continued

the inherent hypochondriac in me is having her last laugh (ok, maybe not last, but definitely a good laugh) because after all these years of fearing i am or will be terminally ill or will face a young end or will be doomed with some sickness or other, i have been admitted to hospital=p.
for longer than the hypochondriac thought, so she’s kinda subdued now. of all unglamorous ailments, i have been and still am suffering from shingles. (that’s the initial problem along the way docs proclaimed a separate ear infection and nose allergy but i’m convinced it all sprung from it)bro says it has a ring to it tho,shingles that is, get it, “a ring”. like shing a ling a ling. or jingle bells jingle bells. same family of sounds when you think about it. singer aunt says it is “oh so unglamorous” a thing to be in hospital for, which got me thinking what would be glam then? anorexia? abortion? shakes head. anyways.
i always thought shingles was for old people. or to be politically correct, senior citizens. for me, guess its the kind of experience that you don’t really lament so much, (apart from the pain) it was rather interesting, the whole 6 days.okie, gonna keep it short and shall break it up so as not to bore CERTAIN PEOPLE with my WORDINESS.=) (wink)

tales from my hospital bed….

wordy…

so i’m still reeling from the metaphorical slap in the face from a dear friend…his criticism of my writing as reflected in my blog. then again perhaps he’s right. many a time i’ve felt my writing here to be empty, guarded, painfully wordy to the non literature majors=p. forgive me my friends, who have bore with me all this while. though i must mention that in the very same breath he was rapturously raving about your blog, sherry! so there, be pleased for he’s set you so far above me in this sense and is not shy to say over and over(and over and over, thankfully i didn’t tumble off my hospital bed with his onslaught of high regard for you) again how enthralled he is by your blog, your writing, your talent.

hmm..?

How to make a aster mei

Ingredients: 1 part friendliness 1 part courage 3 parts instinct

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Top it off with a sprinkle of lovability and enjoy!

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Personality cocktail
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mariegrace hng

i have a confession.
i miss this girl. loads. i recall when you first started using the word “loads” as an adverb, reminded me a whole lot of laundry.
anyways, it’s your birthday. or was.
may 19.
who could forget?
happy happy 22nd, my dear.
i have another confession. i don’t even remember if i told you before. even if i did, i doubt you remember. the day you left for nz, after your folks dropped me home, i cried. and cried. and cried. like a cow. truth be known, i’ve never seen a cow cry before. but i probably looked like one, at the time.
and over the years, that sense of loss i felt at your departure has slowly but surely wedged itself into a widening gash. it isn’t just your absence that gets to me but the almost total lack of a significant role in your life.
to minus the drama, what that meant is i dont know what the heck you’re up to. i can guess, i can expect, i can assume.
i can piece together the bits and pieces i get from your friendster pictures, your occasional letters, and very rare phonecalls.
but still, i’ll never know. just as you didnt til that very epic email.

forgive me for the dreariness. what i meant to project is a keen sense of celebration because of your birthday. so, as always, sending you the very best of wishes, may all your dreams come true, and may your angel keep watching over you just as you’ve spent your life always being someone else’s angel.

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