Saturday, February 22, 2014

Letter to The (Court) Jester

Thank you for being an ass
Thank you for taking a pass
Thank you for two-timing
Because I knew for a fact I wanted a lass

I am grateful for the times we had, the money spent and the interchanged luck. You ought to utilize the success that miraculously happened over that week.
My fall was padded gracefully with pretty little things that I once forego.
I wouldn’t be able to say this out loud and proud if it wasn’t for the foes I’ve made along the way.

Once again, goodnight and thank you.

(NOT!)

Thursday, January 9, 2014

LOSING.COPING. RECOVERING.

To have lost priceless possession is one thing, to have lost a job is another but to have lost someone is indescribable. 

I'll learn to pick up the pieces eventually.... and to truly start loving again one day : )
(when I'm ready)

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Fight battles with sour milk


I think I should be done warding off negativity soon haikyaaaaahhh!
For tomorrow shall be a better day.

I was never told being ditzy will ever deter you from being who you are people might find it frustrating talking to a person with presumably lower intelligence but the fun here is to observe their reactions toward your dumb blonde moment. However this might not be the smartest move if you are a person who prefers to a certain level of professionalism especially at work but in due time I'm sure maturity strikes to call an end to all this ditziness or when it actually gets you into trouble. It really doesn't quite get you anywhere by pretending to be ditzy just get a few kicks off those who are all-so-serious about everything and anything at all. Gotta pull my act together before it becomes a habit.

The same applies when you think ditziness is an adorable act to pull on your crush or bf coz no right guy would find that interesting nor 'oh she's quite a character' worth sticking around  long enough to get to know you better. I know...

Yet again knowing what you want and exactly how you gonna get there doesn't quite work out either so yea..... It's never easy,  nobody say it was but instead believe the bullshit about it being worthwhile. 

Skeptics don't,  they act aloof even when it's true. Coz disappointments is an ever growing pool of jello. Period.

Friday, October 18, 2013

Letters to Juliet

"What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. 

All my love, Juliet.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

To Commemorate: Of Eucalyptus Scented Ointment To Spices In A Pot

She exhaled one last breath on a Sunday morning, with most of her sons, daughters, grandchildren and the extended family surrounded her on a hospital bed. Her one last breath was an equivalent to a sigh of relief for the family after a losing battle of lung cancer that she had bravely fought for over eight months.

At an elderly age of 79, she had lived through decades of profound experiences enough to compile an entire biography. From the times of World War II to how Malaysia got its independence from the colonisation of the British to the forward thinking of our nation in achieving Vision 2020, she has lived it all. However, what I would like to highlight here is to capture the bits and pieces of my grandmother’s influence in the family through all generations; as a mother, a grandmother, a wife and also as a sister. She lived the last quarter of her life as a widow when my grandfather passed away during the early 90s. She stayed strong indefinitely to set a good example to all her children whom most of them already have their own family and kids. I have never ever caught a glimpse or any moment at all of my grandmother feeling sorrow at all about the death of her husband, this certainly shows the positivity she has in her that she tries repeatedly to instil in everyone of us, her loved ones.

All grandmothers come in an enormous package filled with all sorts of love, nurture and care. Mine came in more than just that, being a Chinese grandmother she has her very own family remedies for all kinds of illness or any discomfort in the form of herbs and ingredients mixed in a pestle and mortar. This one vivid memory as a child, whenever any of us had wind our tummy (upset stomach) she would heat up this dark brown coloured ointment which I later found out it is made out of Eucalyptus plant; and message onto our tummy in circular motion to provide heat in order to transfer the wind out. The one reason why this memory stayed vividly in my mind is evidently explained in the science of smell and memory can bring back floods of childhood memory and also call up plenty of memories and powerful responses almost instantaneously.

This specified bottle of Eucalyptus ointment has stayed in the family through thick and thin and has been used by everyone for us for late night stomach upset remedy. “After the used of the Eucalyptus ointment she would then sing her own rendition of lullaby, ‘Dudu Sayang’ to put us to sleep while she fans us with a weaved palm fan”, one of my cousin recalls.

She hailed from the ancestry dated all the way back in the days of Baba Nyonya culture or better known as the Peranakan Chinese in the 15th century; the fusion between the migration of Chinese to the land of Malaya where they eventually adopted the local culture and lifestyle. From such extensive long line of ancestry fusion in both culture and lifestyle of course it did influence her cooking especially for the family. She had a total of nine palates to satisfy which include, her husband, the in-law and her children. There was nothing that could deter her in mastering this challenging task to be the domestic goddess in the kitchen. She would start preparing dinner as early as 4:00 in the afternoon to cook up a scrumptious feast for the table. Baba Nyonya are famous for their unique blend of herbs and spices in their cooking of fusion dishes such as stirred fried water chestnut with squid, chicken curry cooked in thick coconut milk, belacan prawns and to name a few others. As for desserts it would be her signature sweet tooth favourites of Bubur Cha-cha and Bi Ko Moi; both rich in sweeten thick coconut milk.

As kids, both generations, her children as well as he grandchildren recalled helping around the kitchen like her mini sous chefs in preparing feasts for festivals or even an everyday meal. Chopping garlic, onions and gathering spices such as star anise, 5-spice powder, curry leaves, cinnamon sticks are the minorly easy task delegated to her little sous chefs. Whenever she needs to cook up a feast for the entire extended household including all daughters and son-in-laws with their kids she will pulled out her signature double-boil pots meant for consumption of twenty and more. In she tosses all the main ingredients and these chopped up spices to leave it over the stove to simmer for hours in order for the flavour to flow.

Since ingredients was largely an influence in her Pernakan Chinese lifestyle, my mother recalled, “You know, the bedak sejuk where Por por (grandmother in Cantonese) would soak rice and change water until they finally become pure pieces of snow white small blocks to add water and apply on our face after washing up at night before bed.” And she continues to describe the comfort of the skin regiment, “It was so cooling and apparently SKII Pitera water works on the same concept!” exclaiming while she reminisce the days when she was still healthy and able to move about on her own.

Indeed she did left an impactful deep footprint in the hearts of five siblings, six children, ten grandchildren, four son-in-laws and two daughter-in-laws devoting herself for the comfort of all till the very last moment before she returned to God’s arm. As the doctor advised it was a decision to make whether to pull the plug on her by midnight because most of her organs had already failed in her system. Knowing it was a tough decision, she peacefully passed on in her sleep after giving everyone in the room a nod signifying she is ready to leave this mortal world to be by God’s side. Though it was a losing battle that she fought but she was one tough survivor according to the doctors to have prolonged the illness for over eight months to witness more than she could.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

To subside assortedly

It wasn't me nor it was you.
It was us.

xoxo
S2

Monday, August 23, 2010

Car Wars Stereo- Broken


For all those who have been hurt, still hurting and soon to be hurt. And also those who had gotten away.

"And it gets dark so fast for such a long day
And the room is quiet and starts to fade away
Just the smell of cigarettes
And only one broken glass
And you would never guess"

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Still here and hurting

I am still standing here feeling the same way I did 4 months ago only to realize all this is going nowhere. How stupid of me to talk myself into doing such a thing while I hold my head up high telling myself everything will be fine once it's over.

I miss being happy.

Time for tears to roll down my cheeks till this is entirely healed.

Let's close this chapter and never look at it the same way again. It hurts, babe...

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

What is therapeutic?

Some say writing helps but to what extent? It seems like I can't be bother writing here anymore just look at the frequency of my updates. Who am I kidding right? Of course I don't write anymore. No, it's not that I don't have the time in fact I have all the time in the world but why am I not updating my blog as often as how I used to? Pfft......

I rather do retail therapy. Ah! Every women's dreams.

The only thing is...... when the bills come, what do you do with it?!
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