I still ache, I've stop bleeding, but I'm still emanating heat like a furnace!
Haha, woke up to pain. I didn't realised I left my hair clamp next to me and I woke up after I felt this horrible scratch on my right sunburned shoulder. It left an impressively pale streak and some skin. =P My bad. Serves me right for being so careless.
My housemate suggested I enlist a job hunting company to help me look for a job. I guess my problem is that I don't want just any job, I would like to have a job that I know I will like and do well. Lee Ling is angry at me as she keep thrusting alll sorts of ads under my nose regardless of the industry. I think she is angry coz she thinks she is supporting me too long already. But Lee Hoon is the one helping me in terms of food and bills and stuff, not Ling. Sigh. I feel like such a burden. Maybe I should move back to Kelantan and get a job there. At least the lifestyle there is cheaper and I'll be able to pay my own bills. Sigh. They suggested I get a job with Starbucks or something, and they've been suggesting that so many freaking times. I feel pressured enough lately to do just that, except it won't be starbucks, maybe a restaurant or something. I guess my motive is just to spite them. Bad I know. But lately everytime they bring up starbucks I get mad coz the only reason Ling mention starbucks is so that she'll get discounts or something. Why couldn't she have suggested San Francisco Coffee or Coffee Bean? She never goes to either that is why. Now I'm feeling frustrated. Do I give in and just accept any kind of job I can get, even though I know I'll hate it? Or do I still hunt for something I'll like? I'm a horrible, horrible burden.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Monday, April 28, 2003
I'm a turnip
I'm a turnip... which is a sight better than a cabbage. But still... motherly and caring? Moi????
You are a turnip. Practical and caring, you'd make
an excellent parent. You also taste very yummy
when mooshed with butter.
Which vegetable are you most like?
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I'm a turnip... which is a sight better than a cabbage. But still... motherly and caring? Moi????
You are a turnip. Practical and caring, you'd make
an excellent parent. You also taste very yummy
when mooshed with butter.
Which vegetable are you most like?
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Sunday, April 27, 2003
Chilling Falls hiking excursion
I ache, I bled, and I�m emanating heat like a furnace. But it was all worth it. My muscles are like strained violin strings screeching with every draw, I just spent 2 hours under my sister�s needle while she dug out two very tiny splinters lodged vertically in my thumb, and I now resemble a boiled lobster with a swimsuit imprint what with the sunburns on my face, body and limbs. But all this pales in comparison to the time spent at the waterfall.
Love our heritage, our rainforests
I slept at 3am, I woke up at 6am. Got ready, boiled sausages for the trip and sis sent me to the Sentral LRT Station to await my pick up � Wei Li and Joyce. We were the first to reach the Sungai Buloh Jejantas Restaurants. Had brekkie and waited for the rest of the group to come. Finally everybody was here (there were 22 of us) and we set off at 8.50am. Drove about an hour plus before our entourage reached Kubu Bharu a sleepy little town that looks very much like the Terengganu of Old. We passed the Selangor Dam project and it looks horrible. The hills were terraced and bare of any greenery. The deep gouges in the earth looks like open wounds that will never scab over until a long time later. Our unique ecosystem dug and discarded like wet kindling.
After that distressing panorama, we pulled over into a natural rest area and parked. We were so excited. Our organizer for this trip was Wei Li and he issued some warnings about safety, and an advise from Tom the El-Presidente was to hike at our own pace so that we will enjoy this experience. And then we were off single file, hiking determinedly into the well-worn jungle path. The path snakes deep into the jungle with dense foliage on either side and the common fern extended its fragile twigs lightly brushing against us as we advanced; and then there were the tougher twigs that scratched and smacked us in the face and legs as well. Wei Li was the guide, with Andrew and Vijay in the middle, with Tom and Mr. Ragu bringing up the rear. They were most gentlemanly as the rest of us were girls. Some of us were chatting amiably with another, while some were quiet and concentrating on their steps, while others were plain absorbed by the familiar smell and sound of the jungle and fresh water. Even at a distant, the smell of fresh water was unmistakably clear.
Christening my sandals
The hike was easy at first with us crossing a few chilly riverbeds. Thank goodness, my new sandals were christened with the first dip into clear cold waters of the mountains, instead of muddy brackish puddles which we happened along later on. The currents on the knee high water were swift, hinting briefly at the real strength of the falls. It was a delight to be submerged if only briefly in such cool liquid. As we advanced, the sounds of the jungle changed subtly from bird sounds to babbling brooks and finally to the faint roar of the waterfalls. I was pretty confident of my ability to keep to my easy pace, and crossing rivers were fun for me � which prompted Vijay to remarked, �Ahh, you� macho wan, no need to help� when it came to my turn crossing the river with the water level at butt level and slippery ankle-turning rocks all around. (The guys were lined along the river path to help the girls in their crossings.) He got a hard slap on his forearm from me, and a glare after he repeated to others what he had said and they all laughed. Admittedly I was a little chagrined. *sigh* After the last river, we came upon a steep incline criss-crossed with a network of thick roots extending all the way up. This added bonus was a great help, and the path already well trodden, was a natural ladder/ up to paradise. But one needs stamina to be able to keep a constant pace upwards. Half way through, my sails were at half-mast. By the time I topped that personal challenged, I felt like blood was ready to pop from my ears. I was all ready to reach for my ventolin, but it was too bothersome to stop and dig for it, so I continued this time down � what goes up must come down. After a while, I had to take a breather and several swigs from my Tops� 1.5 litre Distilled Water bottle. I was so concerned with my poor unfit state � cut - I cannot describe the state others were in, as I would not dare to presume that they are as unfit as me, but I can say that they looked pretty puffy too. =P � resume- that I was not prepared for my first view of the waterfall. One word: Majestic. Two words: Majestically breath-taking. One whole sentence: Majestically breath-taking as well as awe inspiring, coupled with fear of such raw power harnessed� for now. All I could think was that, �Lord, Thy wonders are truly perfect.� The waterfall was not particularly huge or extremely high, but the sheer force of the waters roaring down polished rock faces was something to reckon with. I reckon it is not the sight as it is the effort it took that made me appreciate the waterfall so much. The roar of the waterfall was predominantly the only sound we could hear. There were no bird sounds or hornbills as I hoped, as it was already noon.
The Giant Dipping
After that inspiring view, it felt great to be there and it was worth the steep climb. We all clambered down the last remaining steep and muddy embankment to clamber up onto sun-baked rocks and plunged our legs into the chilly waters as we waited for the rest to catch up. Again the line was formed and girls were passed from one guy to the next to the other side, our final destination. Dumping our heavy bags on dry rocks, most of us plunked down into the cold gushing water after taking off our shoes. It was a great feeling. We are but several entities sharing space with this fluidic oneness that pulsed with life around us, not as in fishes or animal life, but the life force of the water itself.
All those adrenaline pumping activity created an appetite in all of us, yet curiously, not much food was consumed. Food was nibbled and munched on instead. There were huge rocks and not so huge rocks, so we found natural seats and let the water massage our backs. It was very invigorating. It was a great day. We went dipping in the deep cold greenish end where the water falls down into a bowl. It was amazing. We just sat around in the cold water talking to people we know and people we hope to get to know.
...To be continued as I'm barely able to prop my eyelids up with toothpicks...
...continued the next morning...
Fun ensues
We floated around, we had water fights, I skipped stones, we taught others to float in the turbulent waters, and we snapped happy pictures for the TJJ Album. I wish I could describe what everyone did and say but it is beyond my senses to reach out like that. After a while the boisterous nature of it all just sort of ebbed away with the ripples and in its place was quiet sense of appreciation for the wonders of nature, God�s creations. This was then how I came to be sunburned thoroughly. I found a shallow place among the rocks and braced myself against the swift flow of water and just laid back to enjoy the sun, water and rocks. I must have dozed a little as I suddenly realised my facial skin was tight. �Oh oh, darn darn darn,� and I quickly got up and went for a dip at the deep end. Vijay, Evelyn, Tom and Shani was there already, so I joined them. It was a relief to submerge my whole self into the cold water as it took the sting of dryness away for a while. After that Vijay and I got to talking and goofing around. Pretty soon it was time to go back. How sad. I wanted to stay there forever.
Packing up
El Presidente inclined his head in a silent order and we all started packing up. It was truly heart rending to leave. Tom once told us that spirits likes to flock to waterfalls for the sheer energy the falls generates and how it reenergize them. This is understandable as the falls do create a positive energy all around.
We made sure nothing but footprints were left behind as we cleared the picnic site. Everything was kept and packed back into our bags and we clambered up the steep bank again. I took a last look at the falls and I was struck at how fragile we truly are. A mesmerizing look down into the gorge of churning foamy water of the second level waterfall was enough to remind me of my humanity. The drop was at least five stories high and death is eminent if a fall occurred. I tore my gaze away and continued onwards and upwards. Then I grabbed hold of a sapling and came away with two puncture wounds. The two little spinters. I could not get them out as I could not see them, but I felt them digging sharply into my flesh. I waited for Tom to reach me and he tried to help me but to no avail. He asked if it hurt, and I shook my head. It was more irritating that painful. So we continued. I felt silly to even bother others about this stupid injury.
The Ugly Swans� last dip (song)
We came to the network of roots again and this time going down was easier as we didn�t have to work against gravity. Tom was behind me and he was bounding down those steps! He seemed like a mountain goat the way he was traipsing down so easily! But then he used to the terrain and the conditions. The group came upon the second last river and broke into two. Wei Li, leading the girls went ahead. But Tom�s group comprising of Shani, Mr Ragu, Vijay and himself stayed behind for a last dip in the cold waters. I wanted to stay behind but felt I didn�t have the right to join their happy foursome. So I continued, but my indecision left a gap in distance between the front group and I. I walked on, feeling increasingly lonely as the minutes ticked by. I contemplated staying put until the back group reaches me, so I slowed down. Finally I heard twigs snapping and heavy footfalls. It was Andrew. I felt a tiny spurt of relief. So we continued on with companionable silence. Finally we caught up with the front group. After a while we came upon the last river and I was sad and reluctant to leave. So I asked to stay behind at the river for Tom�s group. Wei Li nodded; Winnie and Estella opted to stay behind with me. We sat down on rocks and dipped our feet into the water, talking while we waited for the last group. We waited for 20 minutes. Then Mr Ragu popped into view, followed by Tom, Shani then Vijay. They were still dripping with water. Tom suggested we all take a last dip. We agreed and promptly waded into the water. It was cool, just that small group as we sat in water chatting. We were conscious of the rest of the group waiting for us. So we gave ourselves another 30 seconds to enjoy the cold water. It was worth it.
I trudged back to the car with a heavy heart. I wonder when I will be back again. After that two cars decided to go to Rawang for chicken chop, and the other four cars decided to go home. Wei Li wanted to go back, but I wanted to go so I piled into Irfan�s car together with Vijay, Firdaus, Irfan and Eric. The other was Andrew�s car with Estella, Winnie, Elaine, and Yoke Fun. The other four cars honked their goodbyes and the group was separated, for now.
Greasy food in Rawang
Brunch at Rawang turned out to be at the mamak with greasy mee goreng. The chicken chop place was closed� it is Sunday after all. It was most frustrating for me coz my food didn�t arrive until all others had finished and after several reminders from Vijay. Terrible service. I saw plates and plates of mee goreng going passed my table and delivered to others who came after me. It was irritating. They also forgot my drink regardless I ordered together with the others. Must be my invisible day or something. Blech. Later, Irfan and Firdaus dropped Vijay and Eric down at the Taman Jaya station and sent me home. It was very nice of them too.
The torture starts
I got home and Lee Hoon exclaimed, �You are so black!� *grin* Yeah I was indeed. I was so sunburned. I unpacked and dumped my clothes in the buckets to be washed. And then there is the little matter of my splinters. I decided to get my splinters out before I bathed. Hah, bad choice. I didn�t get to bathe until two hours later. Sitting there under the needle was grunty at least and OUCHIE at most. Then my housemate came to help with a sharper needle. Together, they hunched over my thumb and made a deep hole and literally dug out the splinters. The fact that it was lodged vertically down didn�t give them much leeway to flick the brittle flints out. It broke twice, and each time going a little deeper. Sigh. Those little fragments are like chilli padi. Not in spiciness but in effectiveness. They may be small, but they dole out pain in spades. Vijay couldn�t believe I had left it so long to get them tended. He was like, �You mean to tell me you hiked all the way back with them?� What can I say? *shrug* Well better to hurt than to bother people. Later after my cold shower, I slathered my face and body with a liberal layer of cooling moisturiser. Ahh� the relief. Then I went online to blog about this and couldn�t even finish it. Then I conked out. It was a fitful night, I couldn�t sleep much as pain was everywhere. So I slept like the dead � straight and unmoving with my hands clasped on my tummy. Sigh. But the trip was worth all this inconveniences any time�. Plus the soles of my feet are as smooth as a baby�s bottom now. ^_^
I ache, I bled, and I�m emanating heat like a furnace. But it was all worth it. My muscles are like strained violin strings screeching with every draw, I just spent 2 hours under my sister�s needle while she dug out two very tiny splinters lodged vertically in my thumb, and I now resemble a boiled lobster with a swimsuit imprint what with the sunburns on my face, body and limbs. But all this pales in comparison to the time spent at the waterfall.
Love our heritage, our rainforests
I slept at 3am, I woke up at 6am. Got ready, boiled sausages for the trip and sis sent me to the Sentral LRT Station to await my pick up � Wei Li and Joyce. We were the first to reach the Sungai Buloh Jejantas Restaurants. Had brekkie and waited for the rest of the group to come. Finally everybody was here (there were 22 of us) and we set off at 8.50am. Drove about an hour plus before our entourage reached Kubu Bharu a sleepy little town that looks very much like the Terengganu of Old. We passed the Selangor Dam project and it looks horrible. The hills were terraced and bare of any greenery. The deep gouges in the earth looks like open wounds that will never scab over until a long time later. Our unique ecosystem dug and discarded like wet kindling.
After that distressing panorama, we pulled over into a natural rest area and parked. We were so excited. Our organizer for this trip was Wei Li and he issued some warnings about safety, and an advise from Tom the El-Presidente was to hike at our own pace so that we will enjoy this experience. And then we were off single file, hiking determinedly into the well-worn jungle path. The path snakes deep into the jungle with dense foliage on either side and the common fern extended its fragile twigs lightly brushing against us as we advanced; and then there were the tougher twigs that scratched and smacked us in the face and legs as well. Wei Li was the guide, with Andrew and Vijay in the middle, with Tom and Mr. Ragu bringing up the rear. They were most gentlemanly as the rest of us were girls. Some of us were chatting amiably with another, while some were quiet and concentrating on their steps, while others were plain absorbed by the familiar smell and sound of the jungle and fresh water. Even at a distant, the smell of fresh water was unmistakably clear.
Christening my sandals
The hike was easy at first with us crossing a few chilly riverbeds. Thank goodness, my new sandals were christened with the first dip into clear cold waters of the mountains, instead of muddy brackish puddles which we happened along later on. The currents on the knee high water were swift, hinting briefly at the real strength of the falls. It was a delight to be submerged if only briefly in such cool liquid. As we advanced, the sounds of the jungle changed subtly from bird sounds to babbling brooks and finally to the faint roar of the waterfalls. I was pretty confident of my ability to keep to my easy pace, and crossing rivers were fun for me � which prompted Vijay to remarked, �Ahh, you� macho wan, no need to help� when it came to my turn crossing the river with the water level at butt level and slippery ankle-turning rocks all around. (The guys were lined along the river path to help the girls in their crossings.) He got a hard slap on his forearm from me, and a glare after he repeated to others what he had said and they all laughed. Admittedly I was a little chagrined. *sigh* After the last river, we came upon a steep incline criss-crossed with a network of thick roots extending all the way up. This added bonus was a great help, and the path already well trodden, was a natural ladder/ up to paradise. But one needs stamina to be able to keep a constant pace upwards. Half way through, my sails were at half-mast. By the time I topped that personal challenged, I felt like blood was ready to pop from my ears. I was all ready to reach for my ventolin, but it was too bothersome to stop and dig for it, so I continued this time down � what goes up must come down. After a while, I had to take a breather and several swigs from my Tops� 1.5 litre Distilled Water bottle. I was so concerned with my poor unfit state � cut - I cannot describe the state others were in, as I would not dare to presume that they are as unfit as me, but I can say that they looked pretty puffy too. =P � resume- that I was not prepared for my first view of the waterfall. One word: Majestic. Two words: Majestically breath-taking. One whole sentence: Majestically breath-taking as well as awe inspiring, coupled with fear of such raw power harnessed� for now. All I could think was that, �Lord, Thy wonders are truly perfect.� The waterfall was not particularly huge or extremely high, but the sheer force of the waters roaring down polished rock faces was something to reckon with. I reckon it is not the sight as it is the effort it took that made me appreciate the waterfall so much. The roar of the waterfall was predominantly the only sound we could hear. There were no bird sounds or hornbills as I hoped, as it was already noon.
The Giant Dipping
After that inspiring view, it felt great to be there and it was worth the steep climb. We all clambered down the last remaining steep and muddy embankment to clamber up onto sun-baked rocks and plunged our legs into the chilly waters as we waited for the rest to catch up. Again the line was formed and girls were passed from one guy to the next to the other side, our final destination. Dumping our heavy bags on dry rocks, most of us plunked down into the cold gushing water after taking off our shoes. It was a great feeling. We are but several entities sharing space with this fluidic oneness that pulsed with life around us, not as in fishes or animal life, but the life force of the water itself.
All those adrenaline pumping activity created an appetite in all of us, yet curiously, not much food was consumed. Food was nibbled and munched on instead. There were huge rocks and not so huge rocks, so we found natural seats and let the water massage our backs. It was very invigorating. It was a great day. We went dipping in the deep cold greenish end where the water falls down into a bowl. It was amazing. We just sat around in the cold water talking to people we know and people we hope to get to know.
...To be continued as I'm barely able to prop my eyelids up with toothpicks...
...continued the next morning...
Fun ensues
We floated around, we had water fights, I skipped stones, we taught others to float in the turbulent waters, and we snapped happy pictures for the TJJ Album. I wish I could describe what everyone did and say but it is beyond my senses to reach out like that. After a while the boisterous nature of it all just sort of ebbed away with the ripples and in its place was quiet sense of appreciation for the wonders of nature, God�s creations. This was then how I came to be sunburned thoroughly. I found a shallow place among the rocks and braced myself against the swift flow of water and just laid back to enjoy the sun, water and rocks. I must have dozed a little as I suddenly realised my facial skin was tight. �Oh oh, darn darn darn,� and I quickly got up and went for a dip at the deep end. Vijay, Evelyn, Tom and Shani was there already, so I joined them. It was a relief to submerge my whole self into the cold water as it took the sting of dryness away for a while. After that Vijay and I got to talking and goofing around. Pretty soon it was time to go back. How sad. I wanted to stay there forever.
Packing up
El Presidente inclined his head in a silent order and we all started packing up. It was truly heart rending to leave. Tom once told us that spirits likes to flock to waterfalls for the sheer energy the falls generates and how it reenergize them. This is understandable as the falls do create a positive energy all around.
We made sure nothing but footprints were left behind as we cleared the picnic site. Everything was kept and packed back into our bags and we clambered up the steep bank again. I took a last look at the falls and I was struck at how fragile we truly are. A mesmerizing look down into the gorge of churning foamy water of the second level waterfall was enough to remind me of my humanity. The drop was at least five stories high and death is eminent if a fall occurred. I tore my gaze away and continued onwards and upwards. Then I grabbed hold of a sapling and came away with two puncture wounds. The two little spinters. I could not get them out as I could not see them, but I felt them digging sharply into my flesh. I waited for Tom to reach me and he tried to help me but to no avail. He asked if it hurt, and I shook my head. It was more irritating that painful. So we continued. I felt silly to even bother others about this stupid injury.
The Ugly Swans� last dip (song)
We came to the network of roots again and this time going down was easier as we didn�t have to work against gravity. Tom was behind me and he was bounding down those steps! He seemed like a mountain goat the way he was traipsing down so easily! But then he used to the terrain and the conditions. The group came upon the second last river and broke into two. Wei Li, leading the girls went ahead. But Tom�s group comprising of Shani, Mr Ragu, Vijay and himself stayed behind for a last dip in the cold waters. I wanted to stay behind but felt I didn�t have the right to join their happy foursome. So I continued, but my indecision left a gap in distance between the front group and I. I walked on, feeling increasingly lonely as the minutes ticked by. I contemplated staying put until the back group reaches me, so I slowed down. Finally I heard twigs snapping and heavy footfalls. It was Andrew. I felt a tiny spurt of relief. So we continued on with companionable silence. Finally we caught up with the front group. After a while we came upon the last river and I was sad and reluctant to leave. So I asked to stay behind at the river for Tom�s group. Wei Li nodded; Winnie and Estella opted to stay behind with me. We sat down on rocks and dipped our feet into the water, talking while we waited for the last group. We waited for 20 minutes. Then Mr Ragu popped into view, followed by Tom, Shani then Vijay. They were still dripping with water. Tom suggested we all take a last dip. We agreed and promptly waded into the water. It was cool, just that small group as we sat in water chatting. We were conscious of the rest of the group waiting for us. So we gave ourselves another 30 seconds to enjoy the cold water. It was worth it.
I trudged back to the car with a heavy heart. I wonder when I will be back again. After that two cars decided to go to Rawang for chicken chop, and the other four cars decided to go home. Wei Li wanted to go back, but I wanted to go so I piled into Irfan�s car together with Vijay, Firdaus, Irfan and Eric. The other was Andrew�s car with Estella, Winnie, Elaine, and Yoke Fun. The other four cars honked their goodbyes and the group was separated, for now.
Greasy food in Rawang
Brunch at Rawang turned out to be at the mamak with greasy mee goreng. The chicken chop place was closed� it is Sunday after all. It was most frustrating for me coz my food didn�t arrive until all others had finished and after several reminders from Vijay. Terrible service. I saw plates and plates of mee goreng going passed my table and delivered to others who came after me. It was irritating. They also forgot my drink regardless I ordered together with the others. Must be my invisible day or something. Blech. Later, Irfan and Firdaus dropped Vijay and Eric down at the Taman Jaya station and sent me home. It was very nice of them too.
The torture starts
I got home and Lee Hoon exclaimed, �You are so black!� *grin* Yeah I was indeed. I was so sunburned. I unpacked and dumped my clothes in the buckets to be washed. And then there is the little matter of my splinters. I decided to get my splinters out before I bathed. Hah, bad choice. I didn�t get to bathe until two hours later. Sitting there under the needle was grunty at least and OUCHIE at most. Then my housemate came to help with a sharper needle. Together, they hunched over my thumb and made a deep hole and literally dug out the splinters. The fact that it was lodged vertically down didn�t give them much leeway to flick the brittle flints out. It broke twice, and each time going a little deeper. Sigh. Those little fragments are like chilli padi. Not in spiciness but in effectiveness. They may be small, but they dole out pain in spades. Vijay couldn�t believe I had left it so long to get them tended. He was like, �You mean to tell me you hiked all the way back with them?� What can I say? *shrug* Well better to hurt than to bother people. Later after my cold shower, I slathered my face and body with a liberal layer of cooling moisturiser. Ahh� the relief. Then I went online to blog about this and couldn�t even finish it. Then I conked out. It was a fitful night, I couldn�t sleep much as pain was everywhere. So I slept like the dead � straight and unmoving with my hands clasped on my tummy. Sigh. But the trip was worth all this inconveniences any time�. Plus the soles of my feet are as smooth as a baby�s bottom now. ^_^
Saturday, April 26, 2003
Packing a cookie bag and not afraid to use it
Hmm... I finally found a sport sandal yesterday. Went with Zona to Midvalley to hunt for my sandals in readiness for tomorrow's trip to Chilling Falls. I've not been to a waterfall ages and ages! I'm so excited about this trip. I've been packing and racking my brains as to what and what not to bring. It's only a day trip so should be light, except that my bag weighs a ton! Must be the 1.5 litre bottle of water in there! Can't very well drink the river water right? And it is every man for himself... oh well. I've only got spare clothes, torchlight, pen knife, mini first-aid kit, spare plastic bags for garbage and wet clothes, and two whole zip-lock bags of cookies! We are suppose to bring our own food as only coffee will be provided at the end of the long 45 mins trek. Don't know if I should bring anything else... besides sunblock.
Lydia was suppose to go but she pulled out yesterday as she had a birthday bash to attend tonight. She'd be too tired to wake up at 6am tomorrow. Poor girl. =P Will have to tell her all about it when I get back so she'll get jealous. Hah, prob not! *grin* Nothing fazes that girl... *roll eyes*
Hmm... I finally found a sport sandal yesterday. Went with Zona to Midvalley to hunt for my sandals in readiness for tomorrow's trip to Chilling Falls. I've not been to a waterfall ages and ages! I'm so excited about this trip. I've been packing and racking my brains as to what and what not to bring. It's only a day trip so should be light, except that my bag weighs a ton! Must be the 1.5 litre bottle of water in there! Can't very well drink the river water right? And it is every man for himself... oh well. I've only got spare clothes, torchlight, pen knife, mini first-aid kit, spare plastic bags for garbage and wet clothes, and two whole zip-lock bags of cookies! We are suppose to bring our own food as only coffee will be provided at the end of the long 45 mins trek. Don't know if I should bring anything else... besides sunblock.
Lydia was suppose to go but she pulled out yesterday as she had a birthday bash to attend tonight. She'd be too tired to wake up at 6am tomorrow. Poor girl. =P Will have to tell her all about it when I get back so she'll get jealous. Hah, prob not! *grin* Nothing fazes that girl... *roll eyes*
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Behind the scenes
Last night was most interesting. Went to an impromptu lunch with Zona at Pyramid. Well again I ate, she didn�t only because she already did that honour with Adrian. *grin* After that we just strolled around directionless while we caught up with each other. It has been a while since we got together, the last time being the Pancake Caper at 4.30am a few weeks ago. (Opps I forgot to write about that.) Well I�ll tell ya now. I was online and she was online. She was hungry and got me hungry. Then she �nudged� me on msn and asked if I wanted to sneak out for some pancakes. Reminded me of those times at Fast Eddie in the very early mornings in Perth where we would order hot fries and sour cream. Yummy� got my appetite all worked up. So we gave in as gracefully as we could to our tummy rumblings and headed out to the 24hours A&W for waffles. (There aren�t any pancake places at 4am in the morning! There should be one!) So that was the Pancake Caper. So back to the present. Zona and I in Pyramid wondering around. The purpose of going to Sunway Pyramid was to pick up her poor laptop which was in the clinic. After that we pointed the wheel in the direction of home when we passed Vision New Media. Zona decided to turn in to see if there was a Kopitiam studio shoot and there was! So we parked and she introduced me around. It was so darn cool�. Hee hee.
So, Zona brought me along for one of the numerous studio shoots of Kopitiam, the Malaysian sitcom. Zona is one of the seven writers for this show. It was an experience I'll never forget. There are so many people involved in shooting a simple scene - people milling about, people rushing here and there, people talking all at once, the actors rehearsing their lines, and me sitting as muted as a mouse at one behind trying to absorb it all. The Kopitiam actors are quite friendly and not at all snooty or anything. Finally met the director Bong. Nice chap, though not what I expected. Come on, with a name like Bong, I had this misconception that he might be mid 40s, round and florid. Instead he was this silent walking slim persona who wears blue tinted glasses that has this restless energy about him. Total 180 from my expectations. I thought he�d looked like Ken. (The other director of the Domain Myra series.) =P Yeah our great expectations of others are very seldom met in this world, be it accidental or otherwise. Our local shoot is nothing like Hollywood where there are a team of makeup people waiting pensively for the chance to rush in to pat a nose with powder and such. Touch ups were rare except for the scene involving a fake cut and blood. There is no booming of �Lights, Camera, Action!�, just a subdued �Camera rolling, 5, 4, 3��. It was very informal and unpretentious. Ooh ooh, Zona got roped in as an extra! Bong just decided to throw her in. It was so funny coz she has this huge pimple on her nose and the entire cast were teasing her about it. Zona gets on with everyone apparently. But then knowing her, it's her usual. Another writer was present as well, so Bong threw both of them into one of the scene when Rashid was in the middle of a strategy meeting about this inane plan to catch a thief with a box and a string - like a wildlife trap except the baits are a hp, a wallet and a bowl of noodles. Go figure, that is Rashid for you! =P Then Uncle Chan (Manu Maniam) who was on the sidelines remarked "Now that's a writers' block!" Hahaha.... he is sooo funny! Zona introduced me to him and he is very nice. And he remembered my name. *Yay!* Ah well, I'm sure it'll be forgotten soon. =P They can't be expected to remember every little thing...
You can see the bond between the cast and the people behind the scenes. But there was still a gap between the Chinese speaking crew and the English speaking ones. Weird. I thought that this would not exist on an English sitcom shoot. But then we are a multi racial country. =P Diversity doesn�t have to mean cohesion in every sense, eh? But at the end, everything mesh into one cool production.
I should include a link to Zona's blog. I will soon. But here's a link for now. Follow it if you're curious about Zona, my best friend.
Came home and helped sis out with a tech bug then installed my new The Sims and had a few days work of making friends. Had some problems but managed to iron it out. I slept early last night � half and hour earlier. I�m so proud of myself. ^_^
Oh swoon, I'm now listening to my new Henry Mancini CD. Moon River is one of those songs that makes me all tingly and goosebumpy. Finally found a place that sells Mancini today after scouring the whole of KL before this. *Happy sigh*
Last night was most interesting. Went to an impromptu lunch with Zona at Pyramid. Well again I ate, she didn�t only because she already did that honour with Adrian. *grin* After that we just strolled around directionless while we caught up with each other. It has been a while since we got together, the last time being the Pancake Caper at 4.30am a few weeks ago. (Opps I forgot to write about that.) Well I�ll tell ya now. I was online and she was online. She was hungry and got me hungry. Then she �nudged� me on msn and asked if I wanted to sneak out for some pancakes. Reminded me of those times at Fast Eddie in the very early mornings in Perth where we would order hot fries and sour cream. Yummy� got my appetite all worked up. So we gave in as gracefully as we could to our tummy rumblings and headed out to the 24hours A&W for waffles. (There aren�t any pancake places at 4am in the morning! There should be one!) So that was the Pancake Caper. So back to the present. Zona and I in Pyramid wondering around. The purpose of going to Sunway Pyramid was to pick up her poor laptop which was in the clinic. After that we pointed the wheel in the direction of home when we passed Vision New Media. Zona decided to turn in to see if there was a Kopitiam studio shoot and there was! So we parked and she introduced me around. It was so darn cool�. Hee hee.
So, Zona brought me along for one of the numerous studio shoots of Kopitiam, the Malaysian sitcom. Zona is one of the seven writers for this show. It was an experience I'll never forget. There are so many people involved in shooting a simple scene - people milling about, people rushing here and there, people talking all at once, the actors rehearsing their lines, and me sitting as muted as a mouse at one behind trying to absorb it all. The Kopitiam actors are quite friendly and not at all snooty or anything. Finally met the director Bong. Nice chap, though not what I expected. Come on, with a name like Bong, I had this misconception that he might be mid 40s, round and florid. Instead he was this silent walking slim persona who wears blue tinted glasses that has this restless energy about him. Total 180 from my expectations. I thought he�d looked like Ken. (The other director of the Domain Myra series.) =P Yeah our great expectations of others are very seldom met in this world, be it accidental or otherwise. Our local shoot is nothing like Hollywood where there are a team of makeup people waiting pensively for the chance to rush in to pat a nose with powder and such. Touch ups were rare except for the scene involving a fake cut and blood. There is no booming of �Lights, Camera, Action!�, just a subdued �Camera rolling, 5, 4, 3��. It was very informal and unpretentious. Ooh ooh, Zona got roped in as an extra! Bong just decided to throw her in. It was so funny coz she has this huge pimple on her nose and the entire cast were teasing her about it. Zona gets on with everyone apparently. But then knowing her, it's her usual. Another writer was present as well, so Bong threw both of them into one of the scene when Rashid was in the middle of a strategy meeting about this inane plan to catch a thief with a box and a string - like a wildlife trap except the baits are a hp, a wallet and a bowl of noodles. Go figure, that is Rashid for you! =P Then Uncle Chan (Manu Maniam) who was on the sidelines remarked "Now that's a writers' block!" Hahaha.... he is sooo funny! Zona introduced me to him and he is very nice. And he remembered my name. *Yay!* Ah well, I'm sure it'll be forgotten soon. =P They can't be expected to remember every little thing...
You can see the bond between the cast and the people behind the scenes. But there was still a gap between the Chinese speaking crew and the English speaking ones. Weird. I thought that this would not exist on an English sitcom shoot. But then we are a multi racial country. =P Diversity doesn�t have to mean cohesion in every sense, eh? But at the end, everything mesh into one cool production.
I should include a link to Zona's blog. I will soon. But here's a link for now. Follow it if you're curious about Zona, my best friend.
Came home and helped sis out with a tech bug then installed my new The Sims and had a few days work of making friends. Had some problems but managed to iron it out. I slept early last night � half and hour earlier. I�m so proud of myself. ^_^
Oh swoon, I'm now listening to my new Henry Mancini CD. Moon River is one of those songs that makes me all tingly and goosebumpy. Finally found a place that sells Mancini today after scouring the whole of KL before this. *Happy sigh*
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Pelvic thrusting session
Gosh, I�m bushed. Just got home from Souled Out. Every Tuesday they have line dancing so XingNie, Estella, Vijay and I went to try it out and it was great! I never knew they had fun nights like this. Whew� it was a workout I tell ya, especially the Las Ketchup moves. The thigh shaking with a whole set of pelvic thrusts over and over and over again... have mercy on my thighs! Of course the leaders added their own sexy moves and it was sssmoooking! The leaders were friendly and very encouraging as they led us through simple dance steps, teaching us to shake our ass this way and that. It was a full house. I guess a lot of people enjoy line dancing as well. Reminds me of Club Med. At Club Med they would have dancing sessions every night and they would make every one participate in the line dancing. I am so looking forward to Thursday, coz we are going salsaing! Whoowhee! =)
I didn't burn the barley water!
Oh and I tried my hand at boiling barley water again, and this time I know better. I did everything by the virtual book in my cranium. Wash barley like you would rice, add water, add rock sugar and boil, constantly checking on it and stirring and voila, you have drinkable opaque barley yummy drink! Might I say that it taste goooood... Hee hee... I know how to boil barley! Hooray!
Gosh, I�m bushed. Just got home from Souled Out. Every Tuesday they have line dancing so XingNie, Estella, Vijay and I went to try it out and it was great! I never knew they had fun nights like this. Whew� it was a workout I tell ya, especially the Las Ketchup moves. The thigh shaking with a whole set of pelvic thrusts over and over and over again... have mercy on my thighs! Of course the leaders added their own sexy moves and it was sssmoooking! The leaders were friendly and very encouraging as they led us through simple dance steps, teaching us to shake our ass this way and that. It was a full house. I guess a lot of people enjoy line dancing as well. Reminds me of Club Med. At Club Med they would have dancing sessions every night and they would make every one participate in the line dancing. I am so looking forward to Thursday, coz we are going salsaing! Whoowhee! =)
I didn't burn the barley water!
Oh and I tried my hand at boiling barley water again, and this time I know better. I did everything by the virtual book in my cranium. Wash barley like you would rice, add water, add rock sugar and boil, constantly checking on it and stirring and voila, you have drinkable opaque barley yummy drink! Might I say that it taste goooood... Hee hee... I know how to boil barley! Hooray!
Monday, April 21, 2003
I'm a cabbage
Finally got off my lazy butt and went to lunch with Lydia at Coffee Beans, KLCC. Well I ate, she didn�t. My stomach was demanding pasta and I acquiesced. I should stop being such a pushover and I might just lose some weight one of these days.
We�ve been procrastinating for ages and we finally decided to meet up to just catch up. Thanks for bringing it up, Lyd. =D It was good talking to Lydia again. I mean, I met Lydia through Zona and we�ve talked on the msn, I�m just getting to know her better. I think Lydia is like an onion � someone with lots of layers, not that she smells or anything. =P Coz, I sometimes can�t tell if she�s pulling my leg or not. She jokes with a straight face. Great for poker though. Hee hee� It is hard to actually get to know her like know her until you can peel those outer layers and see what is truly Lydia Lubon. But onion or not, she�s great fun. Just walked around talking about inane stuff.
Interesting� who else is like an onion I wonder? Zona is like an onion too, except she is more like the Indian onions which are really spicy � the ones that makes you shed buckets if you peel too much and too long. But if you persevere, you�ll get to enjoy it very well in your soup, adds a certain kick to it. The �defense mechanisms� of the bulbous plants can so easily be applied to humanity. I wonder what kind of vegetable am I? Maybe I�m a cabbage. Round and fat on the outside, but my residual self-image is someone thinner than what I am now. *BIG GRIN* (Yeah I�m a Matrix fan.) I have layers too. But then I don�t think have any defense mechanism, unless you count the worms. =P And the poison the farmer spray on me to keep the pests away. All artificial� *sheesh* AND I taste very well in soup, but then that is subjected to approval by the person�s palate. Quite a pickle this� *grin* I could be something else... food for thought this... =P
Finally got off my lazy butt and went to lunch with Lydia at Coffee Beans, KLCC. Well I ate, she didn�t. My stomach was demanding pasta and I acquiesced. I should stop being such a pushover and I might just lose some weight one of these days.
We�ve been procrastinating for ages and we finally decided to meet up to just catch up. Thanks for bringing it up, Lyd. =D It was good talking to Lydia again. I mean, I met Lydia through Zona and we�ve talked on the msn, I�m just getting to know her better. I think Lydia is like an onion � someone with lots of layers, not that she smells or anything. =P Coz, I sometimes can�t tell if she�s pulling my leg or not. She jokes with a straight face. Great for poker though. Hee hee� It is hard to actually get to know her like know her until you can peel those outer layers and see what is truly Lydia Lubon. But onion or not, she�s great fun. Just walked around talking about inane stuff.
Interesting� who else is like an onion I wonder? Zona is like an onion too, except she is more like the Indian onions which are really spicy � the ones that makes you shed buckets if you peel too much and too long. But if you persevere, you�ll get to enjoy it very well in your soup, adds a certain kick to it. The �defense mechanisms� of the bulbous plants can so easily be applied to humanity. I wonder what kind of vegetable am I? Maybe I�m a cabbage. Round and fat on the outside, but my residual self-image is someone thinner than what I am now. *BIG GRIN* (Yeah I�m a Matrix fan.) I have layers too. But then I don�t think have any defense mechanism, unless you count the worms. =P And the poison the farmer spray on me to keep the pests away. All artificial� *sheesh* AND I taste very well in soup, but then that is subjected to approval by the person�s palate. Quite a pickle this� *grin* I could be something else... food for thought this... =P
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Tis a good day
*Phew* I'm sooo freaking tired. Just got back from a night out with Gaya, Estella, Julia and friends at TSB. My gosh, I've not seen Gaya since Melbourne 2001. Tis good to just sit and talk to her again. Missed that woman much. She's a great person. Was surprise to see Jules there though, thought she was still in Melb. She's back for good now and she is still with the Francis Cop guy. They are such a cute couple. Well, Jules would make anybody look cute when she's one of the two. =) Saturday nite Bangsar is not as crowded as usual on account of the SARS thing but strangely after 12.30am, the streets started packing with countless bodies spilling out of bars... is there a curfew these days that I don't know about? Hmm... weird. TSB was unusually full of expats tonight. I guess the herd has decided to migrate from Finnegan�s and into a bar directly opposite... the apples doesn't fall far from the tree does it? But to be fair, the music was the attraction. Geraldine was playing tonight and she's GOOD. She used to play at Finn's but she too has decided to migrate opposite. Nice person - friendly Gaya's friend. I might have met Geraldine before... very familiar face. *Shrug*
I was supposed to have lunch with Vijay this morning at 11but I woke up slightly late. But HE woke up later and we pushed the lunch back an hour. It was a good lunch as the company was scintillating. Vijay is quite an easygoing person who is forever optimistic about everything. It is amazing how perceptive he is... It's been a long time I've talked to a guy who understands what I'm saying and shares the same views about SOME theories... not all.
Scrubbing bathrooms on your hands and knees makes for perpetual backaches and tender hands. My body was sooo achy after that little impromptu washing that I was too wound up literally to sleep. So I read deep into the early vestiges of the morning and finally at 4am, I conked out. Before the bathroom thing, I was vacuuming the whole house AND the ceiling fans. Standing on the ladder supporting the vacuum cleaner in one hand and the other hand trying to direct the ridiculously swaying vacuum head is very tiring. THAT was the last straw that broke the camel�s neck. My neck is so stiff even now that I can't sleep with a pillow. It's like granite. That's why I couldn't sleep and woke up late for my lunch date. *Blech* I'm going for another massage tomorrow to help me ease this little uptight problem. Nite all! @_@
*Phew* I'm sooo freaking tired. Just got back from a night out with Gaya, Estella, Julia and friends at TSB. My gosh, I've not seen Gaya since Melbourne 2001. Tis good to just sit and talk to her again. Missed that woman much. She's a great person. Was surprise to see Jules there though, thought she was still in Melb. She's back for good now and she is still with the Francis Cop guy. They are such a cute couple. Well, Jules would make anybody look cute when she's one of the two. =) Saturday nite Bangsar is not as crowded as usual on account of the SARS thing but strangely after 12.30am, the streets started packing with countless bodies spilling out of bars... is there a curfew these days that I don't know about? Hmm... weird. TSB was unusually full of expats tonight. I guess the herd has decided to migrate from Finnegan�s and into a bar directly opposite... the apples doesn't fall far from the tree does it? But to be fair, the music was the attraction. Geraldine was playing tonight and she's GOOD. She used to play at Finn's but she too has decided to migrate opposite. Nice person - friendly Gaya's friend. I might have met Geraldine before... very familiar face. *Shrug*
I was supposed to have lunch with Vijay this morning at 11but I woke up slightly late. But HE woke up later and we pushed the lunch back an hour. It was a good lunch as the company was scintillating. Vijay is quite an easygoing person who is forever optimistic about everything. It is amazing how perceptive he is... It's been a long time I've talked to a guy who understands what I'm saying and shares the same views about SOME theories... not all.
Scrubbing bathrooms on your hands and knees makes for perpetual backaches and tender hands. My body was sooo achy after that little impromptu washing that I was too wound up literally to sleep. So I read deep into the early vestiges of the morning and finally at 4am, I conked out. Before the bathroom thing, I was vacuuming the whole house AND the ceiling fans. Standing on the ladder supporting the vacuum cleaner in one hand and the other hand trying to direct the ridiculously swaying vacuum head is very tiring. THAT was the last straw that broke the camel�s neck. My neck is so stiff even now that I can't sleep with a pillow. It's like granite. That's why I couldn't sleep and woke up late for my lunch date. *Blech* I'm going for another massage tomorrow to help me ease this little uptight problem. Nite all! @_@
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Post of a unContent Writer
I went for an interview, again, for the post of content writer at Directhere.com. The interview went well, and it lasted for a whole hour. The present writer is leaving soon and they need someone to take over ASAP. The interviewer introduced me to the present writer so that she could show me the ropes. Then I was brought to the meeting room to await a personal meeting with the GM. The GM want me to submit a written test on ways to improve their current website by this Saturday. He called me �pleasant� and the outcome of my application will depend on my submission. If I am accepted, I will be in charge of the website�s entire content as well as the company�s other web communities. Needless to say the responsibilities are heavy. For a moment, I wondered if I could do it. But if I don�t do this now, I might not be given other opportunities to further advance my career. Hah, what career? Right now, I�m nothing. Gosh, I am so the low right now� As usual, transportation is a problem. This job is at Wisma Antah, Damasara Heights and the taxi fare is around RM7. If I were to take the bus, I would have to take two busses to get there. Why is it that I can�t get a job that is easily accessible instead of a job that requires your own wheels� I haven�t decided if I want this job� of course they haven�t offered me the job but the way things went, the outcome seems pretty positive.
I have another interview next Tuesday in Dataran Premier PJ. I think that�s somewhere in Kelana Jaya. Need to scout that out. But the company�s name is Golf Malaysia or something to that effect. Hmm� I know nuts about golf. Never had an interest in it as I do not see the point of hitting a ball that hard that it needs acres of precious land for it to roll on. It is as stupid as it is wasted. There are better uses for that land then a rich man�s indulgence. The only reason most people play golf is because they can�t lay anything else or they are playing under the impression of an overblown self-image. Yeah, as you can tell, I hate golf because of what it does to nature and what it represents � hedonism of a colossal proportion.
I went for an interview, again, for the post of content writer at Directhere.com. The interview went well, and it lasted for a whole hour. The present writer is leaving soon and they need someone to take over ASAP. The interviewer introduced me to the present writer so that she could show me the ropes. Then I was brought to the meeting room to await a personal meeting with the GM. The GM want me to submit a written test on ways to improve their current website by this Saturday. He called me �pleasant� and the outcome of my application will depend on my submission. If I am accepted, I will be in charge of the website�s entire content as well as the company�s other web communities. Needless to say the responsibilities are heavy. For a moment, I wondered if I could do it. But if I don�t do this now, I might not be given other opportunities to further advance my career. Hah, what career? Right now, I�m nothing. Gosh, I am so the low right now� As usual, transportation is a problem. This job is at Wisma Antah, Damasara Heights and the taxi fare is around RM7. If I were to take the bus, I would have to take two busses to get there. Why is it that I can�t get a job that is easily accessible instead of a job that requires your own wheels� I haven�t decided if I want this job� of course they haven�t offered me the job but the way things went, the outcome seems pretty positive.
I have another interview next Tuesday in Dataran Premier PJ. I think that�s somewhere in Kelana Jaya. Need to scout that out. But the company�s name is Golf Malaysia or something to that effect. Hmm� I know nuts about golf. Never had an interest in it as I do not see the point of hitting a ball that hard that it needs acres of precious land for it to roll on. It is as stupid as it is wasted. There are better uses for that land then a rich man�s indulgence. The only reason most people play golf is because they can�t lay anything else or they are playing under the impression of an overblown self-image. Yeah, as you can tell, I hate golf because of what it does to nature and what it represents � hedonism of a colossal proportion.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
I burnt the barley water
Water can't burn, but barley water sure can. Just found that out yesterday when I boiled some barley seeds thing and added rock sugar into the pot. I left it in the slow cooker and it was okay, except I forgot to turn the slow cooker off - the slow cooker maybe very slow in cooking but does its job VERY well. By the time I went to check on it 9 hours later... the barley had turn a roasting mush brown. *sigh* It looked like cereal! Now I know why my sister said, just a handful of barley - I emptied half a bag in. >_< Then added in half a bag of rock sugar. Yeap, it was so sweet it almost curled my hair. Adding in water and boilling it again helped me salvage about a litre of the barley water. The sediment really looked like cereal left too long congealing in the milk - all mushy and brown. I tasted it! And it tasted like sweet cereal. It looked like cereal, might as well taste like cereal. But in the end I threw the sediment in a plastic bag lined with newspaper to absorb the liquid. Haha.... I burnt the barley water! =P
Water can't burn, but barley water sure can. Just found that out yesterday when I boiled some barley seeds thing and added rock sugar into the pot. I left it in the slow cooker and it was okay, except I forgot to turn the slow cooker off - the slow cooker maybe very slow in cooking but does its job VERY well. By the time I went to check on it 9 hours later... the barley had turn a roasting mush brown. *sigh* It looked like cereal! Now I know why my sister said, just a handful of barley - I emptied half a bag in. >_< Then added in half a bag of rock sugar. Yeap, it was so sweet it almost curled my hair. Adding in water and boilling it again helped me salvage about a litre of the barley water. The sediment really looked like cereal left too long congealing in the milk - all mushy and brown. I tasted it! And it tasted like sweet cereal. It looked like cereal, might as well taste like cereal. But in the end I threw the sediment in a plastic bag lined with newspaper to absorb the liquid. Haha.... I burnt the barley water! =P
Monday, April 14, 2003
Dinofish
http://www.dinofish.com
I've been watching a documentary on the Coelacanths. It is what the press call the Dinofish.
* Virtually unique in the animal kingdom, with a saga steeped in science and popular imagination, the fabulous Coelacanth ("see-la-kanth"), that 400 million year old "living fossil," swims on. Pre-dating the dinosaurs by millions of years and once thought to have gone extinct with them 65 million years ago, the Coelacanth was "discovered" alive and well in 1938! *
Well, watching the documentary got me all fired up to read up more on this amazing fish. But what I can't imagine is that this ancient fish might be our ancestor. The fish became the ape, then the ape became us.... Fish food for thought. The coelacanth has very unfish-like fins. The fins are akin to what I can only term as limbs as it was bendable beyond the usual 80-90 degree angle of most fish fins. Since the rediscovery of the coelacanth in 1938, there have been recent sightings and even filming of the historical fish in it natural environment. It is truly an amazing blessing to discover that there are other living dinosaurs alive and well in todays world. Or rather amazing animals we never thought to see - from myth to reality -the giant squid, the megamouth shark, and the tasmanian tiger. How about the mythical lake monsters like Nessie? Maybe there is such an animal living in the black depths of our oceans and rivers. If the giant squid and the sperm whale can dive THAT deep, there must be other mysterious creatures thriving down there. If only the whales could talk, then they could tell us what's down there. People have tried to record what is in the depths but still to no avail. They even tagged a sperm whale when it went down to hunt, but the camera came off at 700ft i think ( I saw that documentary a long time ago). I'm in awe of God's creations. The whales have this oil thing (like the coelacanths) in their heads to keep themselves from being crushed by the immense pressure. Does the giant squid have a similiar edge? Hmm...
http://www.dinofish.com
I've been watching a documentary on the Coelacanths. It is what the press call the Dinofish.
* Virtually unique in the animal kingdom, with a saga steeped in science and popular imagination, the fabulous Coelacanth ("see-la-kanth"), that 400 million year old "living fossil," swims on. Pre-dating the dinosaurs by millions of years and once thought to have gone extinct with them 65 million years ago, the Coelacanth was "discovered" alive and well in 1938! *
Well, watching the documentary got me all fired up to read up more on this amazing fish. But what I can't imagine is that this ancient fish might be our ancestor. The fish became the ape, then the ape became us.... Fish food for thought. The coelacanth has very unfish-like fins. The fins are akin to what I can only term as limbs as it was bendable beyond the usual 80-90 degree angle of most fish fins. Since the rediscovery of the coelacanth in 1938, there have been recent sightings and even filming of the historical fish in it natural environment. It is truly an amazing blessing to discover that there are other living dinosaurs alive and well in todays world. Or rather amazing animals we never thought to see - from myth to reality -the giant squid, the megamouth shark, and the tasmanian tiger. How about the mythical lake monsters like Nessie? Maybe there is such an animal living in the black depths of our oceans and rivers. If the giant squid and the sperm whale can dive THAT deep, there must be other mysterious creatures thriving down there. If only the whales could talk, then they could tell us what's down there. People have tried to record what is in the depths but still to no avail. They even tagged a sperm whale when it went down to hunt, but the camera came off at 700ft i think ( I saw that documentary a long time ago). I'm in awe of God's creations. The whales have this oil thing (like the coelacanths) in their heads to keep themselves from being crushed by the immense pressure. Does the giant squid have a similiar edge? Hmm...
Grounded
Have decided not to fly to Johor with Lee Hoon. Well... it was more like I can't fly coz I'm a wee bit sick. Yeah, my asthma is acting up again. Been puffing everytime there is a little constriction just z (angle) of my chest. To tell you the truth, my sis was most thankful that my asthma acted up coz she doesn't want me to follow her as Johor IS next to Singapore. Too close to danger and with my asthma factor and all, I'm apparently at higher risk than those without ventolin puffers. Hmmph... Oh well better to be safe than sorry.
Have decided not to fly to Johor with Lee Hoon. Well... it was more like I can't fly coz I'm a wee bit sick. Yeah, my asthma is acting up again. Been puffing everytime there is a little constriction just z (angle) of my chest. To tell you the truth, my sis was most thankful that my asthma acted up coz she doesn't want me to follow her as Johor IS next to Singapore. Too close to danger and with my asthma factor and all, I'm apparently at higher risk than those without ventolin puffers. Hmmph... Oh well better to be safe than sorry.
Friday, April 11, 2003
Eureka! I remember! =D
Hmm.... I've been fiddling with the html coding. Am trying to remember all that I've learned about html coding. I did some work from scratch last year in uni - meaning no shortcuts like dreamweaver. Am glad that my lessons will not go to waste. *grin* I would like to post some images but then I have no idea how to upload images into Blogger. Perhaps I'm not allowed this extra feature... Hmm.. If I can I would like to upload my own header... we will see. For now... the lion sleeps.
Sms wakeup call
Mom's been smsing me all the advertisements of the post of copywriter she sees in the paper. This morning she woke me up at 8.07am with her multiple smses... each with a mile long of text. Believe me I'm grateful she loves me that much, but I'd just gone to bed 3 hours ago. So it is pretty understandable if I were a mite cranky when she called. Aside from the smses.... I must state that I LOVE MY MOM in plain text for my own sake... Don't want to snap at her like I did... sigh... Mothers...what would we do without them?
Since I was awake. I played a round of D2, then I got bored of that. So I started reading "Telephone Terrific - Facts, Fun, and 103 How-to tips for phone success". Borrowed the book from Lee Na a few weeks ago and since I had nothing else to do, decided to 'educate' myself this way instead of the virtual world of sword hacking. The book is pretty cool... funny and light. Thanks goodness it is not a manual - just 1.5cm thick. My first step to Operator success... or a telemarketer for that matter. Interesting.... =P
Hmm.... I've been fiddling with the html coding. Am trying to remember all that I've learned about html coding. I did some work from scratch last year in uni - meaning no shortcuts like dreamweaver. Am glad that my lessons will not go to waste. *grin* I would like to post some images but then I have no idea how to upload images into Blogger. Perhaps I'm not allowed this extra feature... Hmm.. If I can I would like to upload my own header... we will see. For now... the lion sleeps.
Sms wakeup call
Mom's been smsing me all the advertisements of the post of copywriter she sees in the paper. This morning she woke me up at 8.07am with her multiple smses... each with a mile long of text. Believe me I'm grateful she loves me that much, but I'd just gone to bed 3 hours ago. So it is pretty understandable if I were a mite cranky when she called. Aside from the smses.... I must state that I LOVE MY MOM in plain text for my own sake... Don't want to snap at her like I did... sigh... Mothers...what would we do without them?
Since I was awake. I played a round of D2, then I got bored of that. So I started reading "Telephone Terrific - Facts, Fun, and 103 How-to tips for phone success". Borrowed the book from Lee Na a few weeks ago and since I had nothing else to do, decided to 'educate' myself this way instead of the virtual world of sword hacking. The book is pretty cool... funny and light. Thanks goodness it is not a manual - just 1.5cm thick. My first step to Operator success... or a telemarketer for that matter. Interesting.... =P
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Small fonts
It is true.... the fonts on the other one is too small. I tried to change the size but being so ineffective at actual coding - html, I failed as you can see... so I am going to change this again. Yeah... I just can't quite decide on one. But then I think I'm going to change it back to my original one.... the dorky looking one. I like the background contrast to the font.... it doesn't hurt to read and the font is easy on the eyes as well.... Hmmm.... indecisive much Shazza? *grin* And so.... *POOF*
It is true.... the fonts on the other one is too small. I tried to change the size but being so ineffective at actual coding - html, I failed as you can see... so I am going to change this again. Yeah... I just can't quite decide on one. But then I think I'm going to change it back to my original one.... the dorky looking one. I like the background contrast to the font.... it doesn't hurt to read and the font is easy on the eyes as well.... Hmmm.... indecisive much Shazza? *grin* And so.... *POOF*
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Ticking eyes and tinnitus
I was gonna log off when my tinnitus came back again and it is driving me CRAZY! The noise is sooo loud in my left ear. Plus my left eye has been ticking for the PAST THREE DAYS! I am really going nuts here. I don't know if I'm sick or not. But the tinnitus thing is common for me, and until today the docs don't know what is causing it. It started when I was 13 or so... ARRGGHHHHH! SHUT UP IN THERE!
The ticking, so thinks my sis, is an ominious sign of bad things to come. I don't know. Maybe that is true, maybe not. I don't know. But ticking under the eye is something lile premonitions. The chinese believes that if you dream of snakes, the future holds a special someone in your life. So far, those dreams hasn't got off track according to my sisters. I have never had these snake dreams... so I guess no one special will be in my life. But the ticking.... it does feel a bit weird. I really hope that it is nothing. Last week, Lee Na had a dream that three of her teeth was loose and was going to fall out. The translation is that somebody she loves is going to die. I really hate documenting this as I have this fear by doing so I'm solidifying the dream. The last two times she had this dream was when my dad died and then my grandma three years ago. So I can't dispute such fears. It may be superstitions but I will not be the one to scoff at it and in the end be the sorry one.
I was gonna log off when my tinnitus came back again and it is driving me CRAZY! The noise is sooo loud in my left ear. Plus my left eye has been ticking for the PAST THREE DAYS! I am really going nuts here. I don't know if I'm sick or not. But the tinnitus thing is common for me, and until today the docs don't know what is causing it. It started when I was 13 or so... ARRGGHHHHH! SHUT UP IN THERE!
The ticking, so thinks my sis, is an ominious sign of bad things to come. I don't know. Maybe that is true, maybe not. I don't know. But ticking under the eye is something lile premonitions. The chinese believes that if you dream of snakes, the future holds a special someone in your life. So far, those dreams hasn't got off track according to my sisters. I have never had these snake dreams... so I guess no one special will be in my life. But the ticking.... it does feel a bit weird. I really hope that it is nothing. Last week, Lee Na had a dream that three of her teeth was loose and was going to fall out. The translation is that somebody she loves is going to die. I really hate documenting this as I have this fear by doing so I'm solidifying the dream. The last two times she had this dream was when my dad died and then my grandma three years ago. So I can't dispute such fears. It may be superstitions but I will not be the one to scoff at it and in the end be the sorry one.
I'm gonna use this template
You know what Zona? I'm going to use this template despite the fact that your old one is the same... :p Sorry.. it is the only nice template there is to choose. I have tried out the others and it was all no cookie. I have yet to create my own but I will one day. I like this template. It is the nicest.
You know what Zona? I'm going to use this template despite the fact that your old one is the same... :p Sorry.. it is the only nice template there is to choose. I have tried out the others and it was all no cookie. I have yet to create my own but I will one day. I like this template. It is the nicest.
Happy Birthday Kimberley!!!
Hey Happy 20th Birthday Kim! You are one of us 2 headers now... muahaha!!!! Yeah we are all freaks... good freaks though... the non-freaky freaky type of course. *grin* I just called Kim at 6pm in Perth to wish her happy birthday. Managed to catch her just before she went out for dinner with her family. Gosh I miss the Tedburys. :p If you are reading this Kim, then tell them hello for me again. It was good to talk to Kim again. Kinda miss her. We used to talk about deep stuff like aliens, alternate universe, basic freudian theories on life and all until the wee hours of the morning. We had great fun.
Ooh ooh, after that I managed to call Basem on his cellphone. He was at work in Uni. Miss the little guy too. It was good to talk to him again as well. Unfortunately, he was mugged last weekend, by sadly an aboriginal teen. He fought back but when the youth drew a pen knife, Basem was smart enough to desist and hand over his valuables. Poor Basem... he admited it was stupid to use the dark lane through the park. He was on his way back from Foodland in Bentley when the thief jumped him. I asked him why he went shopping so late and his answer was, "I'm the big brother and I'm the resonsible one now. I have to take care of them." Sigh, this is one Basem that we never thought to see a year ago before his brothers came to stay with him in Perth. I'm so proud of him. It is weird, we (Estella, me and Kim) sorta think of Basem of our little surrogate brother. But that is how we feel, I think.... :p Correct me if I'm wrong, girls.
To fly or not to fly
Hmm... I'm considering whether to follow Lee Hoon to Johor for a hearing. But with the whole SARS thing in Singapore, it is kinda risky with me being all non-imune to disease and all... the weak one. But then the thought of staying in another five star hotel and me wallowing in a luxurious industrial size bath tub is sooooo tempting. Sigh.... when was the last time I stayed in a five star hotel - well not that long I guess. It was at the Guaman Golf Resort about two months ago. Hmmm that was fun. Family trip with the kids. Anyway, still trying to decide. Thinking thinking.... thinking thinking... lalalalalaaaa
Hey Happy 20th Birthday Kim! You are one of us 2 headers now... muahaha!!!! Yeah we are all freaks... good freaks though... the non-freaky freaky type of course. *grin* I just called Kim at 6pm in Perth to wish her happy birthday. Managed to catch her just before she went out for dinner with her family. Gosh I miss the Tedburys. :p If you are reading this Kim, then tell them hello for me again. It was good to talk to Kim again. Kinda miss her. We used to talk about deep stuff like aliens, alternate universe, basic freudian theories on life and all until the wee hours of the morning. We had great fun.
Ooh ooh, after that I managed to call Basem on his cellphone. He was at work in Uni. Miss the little guy too. It was good to talk to him again as well. Unfortunately, he was mugged last weekend, by sadly an aboriginal teen. He fought back but when the youth drew a pen knife, Basem was smart enough to desist and hand over his valuables. Poor Basem... he admited it was stupid to use the dark lane through the park. He was on his way back from Foodland in Bentley when the thief jumped him. I asked him why he went shopping so late and his answer was, "I'm the big brother and I'm the resonsible one now. I have to take care of them." Sigh, this is one Basem that we never thought to see a year ago before his brothers came to stay with him in Perth. I'm so proud of him. It is weird, we (Estella, me and Kim) sorta think of Basem of our little surrogate brother. But that is how we feel, I think.... :p Correct me if I'm wrong, girls.
To fly or not to fly
Hmm... I'm considering whether to follow Lee Hoon to Johor for a hearing. But with the whole SARS thing in Singapore, it is kinda risky with me being all non-imune to disease and all... the weak one. But then the thought of staying in another five star hotel and me wallowing in a luxurious industrial size bath tub is sooooo tempting. Sigh.... when was the last time I stayed in a five star hotel - well not that long I guess. It was at the Guaman Golf Resort about two months ago. Hmmm that was fun. Family trip with the kids. Anyway, still trying to decide. Thinking thinking.... thinking thinking... lalalalalaaaa
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Say what? Script formatting?
Sigh... just finished the script. I've been procrastinating for weeks on this project and now I'm done. But then I'm not satisfied with what I've done so far. I've been changing and rechanging the script for two weeks now. I've reached a point that I can no longer think straight when it come to this project. I've been scouring the net for the correct format for a comedy show/animal's funniest video-like format. Needless to say, the movie industry guards its secrets more diligently. Sigh... I'm going to give it another try though.... well at least until I get so frustrated that I might just hand it in in its raw form.... *groan*
Sigh... just finished the script. I've been procrastinating for weeks on this project and now I'm done. But then I'm not satisfied with what I've done so far. I've been changing and rechanging the script for two weeks now. I've reached a point that I can no longer think straight when it come to this project. I've been scouring the net for the correct format for a comedy show/animal's funniest video-like format. Needless to say, the movie industry guards its secrets more diligently. Sigh... I'm going to give it another try though.... well at least until I get so frustrated that I might just hand it in in its raw form.... *groan*
Monday, April 07, 2003
RM70 a pop
Followed Lee Hoon to her office lunch thingie at Renaissance yesterday afternoon for a sushi buffet. It was RM70 per head! And there weren't much to choose from in spite of such a grand place bearing a regal name tag. Blech... the only thing I walloped was the salmon. Anything salmon I heaped on my plate, as most who knows me will tell you. But strangely this time my stomach wasn't up to the task, even the little bit sitting across me (Lee Hoon's colleague) ate more than me. Perhaps she has a higher metab I don't know. But in anycase, the meal wasn't worth it coz the food was average at best and the service was hovering on the border of dismal - refilling our tea cups involved someone getting up to call the waiter over and there was a baby cockroach scurrying on the dessert bar. Eeewww.... A five star hotel permitting pests to dine with its patrons doesn't deserve those five merits. Should have informed the staff but I didn't want to cause a ruckus or hands and feet scrambling to catch the little bugger. 'Sides the hotel staff should keep its kitchen clean enough NOT to attract pests.... well at least let it be out of sight. It there had been a flying one in there, pandemonium would have issued. =P
Followed Lee Hoon to her office lunch thingie at Renaissance yesterday afternoon for a sushi buffet. It was RM70 per head! And there weren't much to choose from in spite of such a grand place bearing a regal name tag. Blech... the only thing I walloped was the salmon. Anything salmon I heaped on my plate, as most who knows me will tell you. But strangely this time my stomach wasn't up to the task, even the little bit sitting across me (Lee Hoon's colleague) ate more than me. Perhaps she has a higher metab I don't know. But in anycase, the meal wasn't worth it coz the food was average at best and the service was hovering on the border of dismal - refilling our tea cups involved someone getting up to call the waiter over and there was a baby cockroach scurrying on the dessert bar. Eeewww.... A five star hotel permitting pests to dine with its patrons doesn't deserve those five merits. Should have informed the staff but I didn't want to cause a ruckus or hands and feet scrambling to catch the little bugger. 'Sides the hotel staff should keep its kitchen clean enough NOT to attract pests.... well at least let it be out of sight. It there had been a flying one in there, pandemonium would have issued. =P
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Blooging smlogging... yeah right...
It worked, it worked it worked!!!! Blogging is not that hard. I'm actually thinking of creating my own template on dreamweaver. But the only question here is "Will my laptop be able to handle the stress of such a powerful programme?" My laptop has not been the same eversince I sent it to the clinic a few months back to change a few hardwares coz it kaputted on me. I did use it to edit some Premier projects though... so there shouldn't be any hiccups when I load up Dreamweaver. I think the ultimate test would be to use Director on my laptop again and see how glitchy it may be. Hmm... I miss doing work on Director. I prefer Director anytime than Flash... why? Coz I just do. I've been looking through my old work and I began to wonder why the heck did I not continue with my multimedia studies... sigh... not that I'm all that great but at least I enjoyed doing all of them. Plus getting a Distinction on them is a major turn on.... Hmm.... My food for thought last monday.
Went to catch Dreamcatcher with a few friends last night. Estella called me up at the last minute to drag me to the movies with Jaymee, Tom, and her. Hmmm... either they did a poor piss job of rewriting Stephen King's work or the story sucks big time. The way the movie was marketted, one would expect to see a better plot and something not so predictable. After all the name Stephen King is tagged on. Blech... not scary at all. Went there anticipating to be scared till my haor curled but instead I came out criticising everything. Tom fell asleep half way and I was bored enough to entertain the idea of emulating him. Waste of time.... this is one of those movie that belongs in the fake vcd section, and not the ticket stubs dept.
It worked, it worked it worked!!!! Blogging is not that hard. I'm actually thinking of creating my own template on dreamweaver. But the only question here is "Will my laptop be able to handle the stress of such a powerful programme?" My laptop has not been the same eversince I sent it to the clinic a few months back to change a few hardwares coz it kaputted on me. I did use it to edit some Premier projects though... so there shouldn't be any hiccups when I load up Dreamweaver. I think the ultimate test would be to use Director on my laptop again and see how glitchy it may be. Hmm... I miss doing work on Director. I prefer Director anytime than Flash... why? Coz I just do. I've been looking through my old work and I began to wonder why the heck did I not continue with my multimedia studies... sigh... not that I'm all that great but at least I enjoyed doing all of them. Plus getting a Distinction on them is a major turn on.... Hmm.... My food for thought last monday.
Went to catch Dreamcatcher with a few friends last night. Estella called me up at the last minute to drag me to the movies with Jaymee, Tom, and her. Hmmm... either they did a poor piss job of rewriting Stephen King's work or the story sucks big time. The way the movie was marketted, one would expect to see a better plot and something not so predictable. After all the name Stephen King is tagged on. Blech... not scary at all. Went there anticipating to be scared till my haor curled but instead I came out criticising everything. Tom fell asleep half way and I was bored enough to entertain the idea of emulating him. Waste of time.... this is one of those movie that belongs in the fake vcd section, and not the ticket stubs dept.
Scriptwriting is not as easy as I thought it would be. It is not about writing down the sentences.... but rather it is about creating a show in your mind and putting it down on disc. Hmm... it is hard to concentrate when I've been replaying Survivor 3 in my head. Yeah, I'm one of those realistic show voyuer thing fan. The thing about these shows is that they are very addictive. At first we are contemptuous of it, but once you watch it you are hooked. It is the element of not knowing which way the ball will fall that keeps us coming back for more. I hate the fact that I'm so glued to this show yet I still watch it and think about who should and should not win. For my part I must vote that Rob should not be allowed to win. That guy is disgusting. He is sneaky, arrogant, jealous of others' abilities which I must say is better than his, and also a up-your-ass-in-you-face sexist! I really detest the guy and the way he is playing the others against themselves... well, he may seem to be in the lead in this show but I'm sure that once he gets out people will see him in a different light. He is like that LOTR The Two Towers Snake Wormtongueor something, the advisor for the King. Gosh he is such a horrible person. I was sorry to see Dave voted out. He was the strongest of the lot and they were threatened by this. The survival of the fittest is certainly not the case here but rather the survival of the aberrant is more like it. Okay, okay so I watch Survivor. So what? I'm human therefore quite tempted to see and understand the failings of others so that I can pat myself on the back and think to myself, "At least I'm not that bad." Gee humans are pathetic, aren't we?
Friday, April 04, 2003
I finally did it - I went for an interview at Sheraton for the post of a Public Relations Assistant for the new up and coming Westin Kuala Lumpur. I arrived at 9.05am and there were already 100+ persons in front of me. I calmly walked to the make-shift counter and the man asked me, "Which post are you applying for, Miss?" To which I replied, "PR asst," and he directed me to the end of the room/corridor. When I walked past him, I heard a woman mutter, "Wah, so many applying for this post." So MANY? How MANY? I had to calm my panic demons in me and walked a looong way to the end of the room where I signed myself in. There was 1 empty seat left. I took it. Sat next to a malay man who was appying for finance exec (so I peeked) and trying not to let my board knock against his - there weren't mush room coz there were so many people and the chairs were crammed together. So I waited and waited and waited. My name was finally called and I followed this nice woman into the ballroom and proceeded to wait again for my turn to be interviewed. My turn came, a few questions were asked and I was redirected to another interviewer. So I followed another nice woman to the next room and waited again. Then after half an hour it was finally my turn. I walked confidently to the table and shook hands with the interviewer - a perfectly coiffed woman. She asked this and that and then a little more of that, and then it was "Okay, everything looks good. I wish I can talk more but I have others to interview. Thank you for coming." All this in 5 minutes. Sigh.... that was it. The interview I was waiting a whole week for. By the time I got out it was 11.30am and the hotel was FULL of interviewees; so much so that some even sat outside the lobby so that they have space to fill in their forms. Sigh... I'm crossing my fingers... *praying*
Pei Ching called me just now to chat and to tell me she's moving to UK in June! She just got back from a month in UK with Steven and she found a job there - actually two jobs. Arrghhh! I am happy for her and this is what she's been wanting for ages but on the other hand, I'm jobless still and I feel sooo freaking useless. She got a job IN THE UK in a month and I've been scouring for jobs for two months now. This is what it feels like to be totally incompetent, totally useless in one's destiny. The only good that came out of my two months sitting at home eating and getting fat was that the chance to organize my cupboard which I've not done since Australia. I threw out a lot of old stuff...even stuff I carted back from Perth.. which leads to the question in my head, "Why did you bring these back you moron if you are going to just throw it away?!" Yeah a moron that is me at the moment.
I'm pretty much in the black pit now. Let at least one of my interviewers throw down a ladder please! But then I should be all heroic and stuff and claw my way out of that pit... hmmm....
Pei Ching called me just now to chat and to tell me she's moving to UK in June! She just got back from a month in UK with Steven and she found a job there - actually two jobs. Arrghhh! I am happy for her and this is what she's been wanting for ages but on the other hand, I'm jobless still and I feel sooo freaking useless. She got a job IN THE UK in a month and I've been scouring for jobs for two months now. This is what it feels like to be totally incompetent, totally useless in one's destiny. The only good that came out of my two months sitting at home eating and getting fat was that the chance to organize my cupboard which I've not done since Australia. I threw out a lot of old stuff...even stuff I carted back from Perth.. which leads to the question in my head, "Why did you bring these back you moron if you are going to just throw it away?!" Yeah a moron that is me at the moment.
I'm pretty much in the black pit now. Let at least one of my interviewers throw down a ladder please! But then I should be all heroic and stuff and claw my way out of that pit... hmmm....