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As I was checking my Facebook wall feed, the house phone rang. He picked up the phone and answered in perfect English politely.
I smiled, as old thought came to me.
4 years ago, sitting at the back of the lecture hall with my good friends Wenyan and BoonHui, we were talking about guys while the lecturer taught in front. We spoke on the type of guy we hope to date. All three of us were single back then, so it’s not a surprise that this topic was brought up.
If not mistaken, they mentioned of hoping to meet someone that cares, loves and treats them well. Not forgetting, he must be intelligent too.
As for me, I told them I would like someone who can speak English very well cz I want him to order food for me.
All laughed and said, ‘why? You can’t order on your own is it?’
I replied, ‘can BUT I prefer him to do for me. Gentleman mah’ – and I laughed too.
Little did I know, I truly gotten a man who speaks excellent English. Prolly Cupid passed by and granted my wish by shooting ‘love arrows’ to both of us, lol!
Oh my, my English speaking man had ended his call. Time to hit the mall! 
Hello world! Today’s New Year Eve! It’s time for yearly reflection and I shall let the photos do the reflection for me instead of words. Haha!
1. Awesome weekend gateway to Medan! Breathtaking scenery along the way to Lake Toba.
2. I saw Jay Chou with my own eyes!
It’s been ages since I own my own pair of sport shoes. The last time I bought a sport shoes was before entering uni. I wore brand new to the uni orientation and guess what, the sport shoes went into the muddy lake of 12th Residential College. –” I was sakit hati, but then better to wear sport shoes when entered rather than going into unknown ‘water’ with slippers.
And I washed my sport shoes 3 times after that. It stank so bad. Urgh.
Since then I never bother to get a sport shoes. It’s always sneakers or pumps or heels or slippers! I wore slippers to lecture hall and now to work! Haha! The thought of buying a sport shoes never came to me because I seldom exercise and when I did, mum would ask me to wear hers because she didn’t wear them anymore and so on.
How about the dance team I joined in uni? That, we went barefooted. Don’t ask me why. Both feet would be so black at the end of the dance session because we helped the janitors to wipe the floor. –”
The need of getting a proper sport shoes first came when I joined my colleague for an aerobic class at PISA. I wore an old sneaker there, and guess what, my sneaker tore at the end of the session. It finally gave way after a month of wearing them to work.
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This happened over the weekend, I thought the fire would have fanned down but it seems like I still couldn’t myself cool down every time I think about it. Thus, I decided to write it down here.
Caution: This post will be super long.
Mum felt sick before I left for Laos. After my 3 days 2 nights Laos trip, her health worsen and I encouraged her to see the doctor. Much persuasion ensued and she finally did on Wednesday. However, her cough got worst even after visiting the doctor and she couldn’t sleep well.
I told mum that sometimes body as get older, might need more time to heal, but she decided to seek help from ‘God‘.
She went on Thursday afternoon with my dad, without me knowing and she had to go again on Friday night. I wanted to go, but was told to stay at home and look after Miilo. I reluctantly agreed.
That night, they came back and told me that they had to go again on Saturday to do some praying. Out of curious, I asked what kind of praying is that. They explained that there are 5 ghosts (4 Chinese ghosts, 1 Malay ghost) following my mum thus making her health deterioted. So need to do this praying as condition for them to leave my mum. I went @_@ when I heard it.
Miraculously after drinking the burnt amulet paper (or whatever they called it), mum able to sleep well. So I thought, wow!
On Saturday, after buying food for the prayers I followed them to this temple situated in the border of Penang and Perak. I was amazed to see the amount of people there. Dad quickly went in to take number and was shocked to get no. 36 at 7.30 pm and the ‘ceremony’ didn’t even start yet.
Photos of graduation and convocation in Facebook wall trigger me to start writing about my convocation 2 years ago.
Convocation was one of the milestones in my life. I anticipated THE DAY so much – thinking of what shoes I should wear, what shirt I should wear, deliberating on to either wear a knee-length skirt or black slack, et cetera.
The eve of the convocation day, Satkuru even reminded me to double check all the stuffs I supposed to bring/need for the convocation but I told him I’ve placed them in my bag. He even asked me to double read the convocation letters from university, just in case I missed out any. Like usual, I told him not to worry as I’ve read them (but actually I just skimmed thru, rofl). He also asked me if I’ve wore the robe, just to get the hang of it – but I told him I’ve tried, so should be okay.
Obviously I got a nice music for being so cool-headed. He told me, “You only get to convo once in your lifetime. Or maybe another if you take master. But still, treasure it. Make sure you get everything right.”
I replied ok.
So, my parents and I flew to KL on the morning of THE DAY and reach KL at 9 in the morning. We were picked up by my sister where we were driven to Seri Kembangan for a brunch. After brunch, we immediately went to University of Malaya.
But the journey took slightly longer because my sister’s bf took the wrong turning. I was so anxious, but told myself to calm down and be patience.
Finally, we reach at about 11am. I quickly wore my robe and the mortar and took few photos outside the hall, with dad as my photographer of course. My mum was wondering why did my shawl always dropped sideway while other ppl’s was in placed and tidy. I told mum I didn’t know why, maybe my size is bigger - I told her. Haha!
