Sunday, May 29, 2011

The Power of Music

It's feel good moment. No, this is not an NTV7 advertisement. xD

I was feeling a wee bit down due to the approaching Monday. Then I played my long abandoned MP3 collection and picked some of the happier tunes. Guess what? It worked! Now I'm feeling all gleeful for no particular reasons. I almost forgot how music can make me feel so much better. I used to listen to my music collection almost all the time back in Singapore - in my room, walking to the bus stop, in the bus, in the train..everywhere!

Let this coming week be a good one.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

My Next Splurge

The splurging bug has crept up on me again. The last time I burnt a hole in my wallet for a tech gadget, I got myself the HTC Desire. That was almost exactly 1 year ago! Now I'm itching for some new gadget, in particular the PlayStation 3.

The PS3 has been in my horizon ever since Final Fantasy XIII first came out. Back then, it seemed ridiculously expensive because there was no other way but to buy original copies of the games. So I resorted to watching YouTube videos of other people playing the game to ease my itch.

But lo' and behold, the pirated versions of the PS3 games have finally become available at very affordable prices! That includes Final Fantasy XIII! Unfortunately, the game console itself is still rather expensive at RM1100-RM1500 (trying not to think how much more affordable it would be if I were still earning Singapore Dollars).

The cost is not the only reason why I didn't get one right away. I hardly have time to play nowadays. If it took the jobless me more than a month to finish Final Fantasy XII (which got me totally addicted, by the way), imagine how long it would take me to finish Final Fantasy XIII now with my crazy working hours!

Although I am still contemplating about this, I have a feeling that I will end up buying it. I know, the hype for PS3 and FFXIII is so over now, but hey, they say better late than never! Wait...maybe never is better than late in this case... Arghhh! I'm so caught in a dilemma! *Gemini Twins fighting inside*

Who am I kidding. I am so getting it.

Friday, May 20, 2011


Remember Cherry Biscuit? I brought it back to Malaysia with me. There isn't anywhere else to hang it in my room except on the window curtain rail. My bed is right beside the window, so when I stand on my bed, I can reach the curtain rail with ease.

Now here's the strange story. Since I came back, I had twice tried to remove Cherry Biscuit from the curtain rail... in my sleep! I woke up in the middle of the night, stood up on my bed, and started trying to undo the bendy wire used to attach Cherry Biscuit to the curtain rail. I guess I was really only half-conscious, because I remember being very disoriented and uncoordinated in my attempts, even using brute force. And as I became more and more awakened, I realised how silly I must've seemed, and went back to bed. The next morning, I would recall the experience like recalling a dream, only slightly more real.

So that happened to me twice and finally, 2 nights ago on my third "attempt", Cherry Biscuit came off the curtain rail. The next morning, I saw Cherry Biscuit lying on my desk and the bendy wire still dangling off the curtain rail.

Now I'm really, really puzzled. Why does the sleepy me keep wanting to remove Cherry Biscuit from the curtain rail? It's not like it was at an obstructive or distracting location. I've slept underneath it since my Singapore days. Nothing happened then. So why now?

Any idea? Anyone? Someone with psychology knowledge, perhaps?

Thursday, May 19, 2011

DIY Ang Pao for a Malay Wedding

The last time I went to a wedding reception, it was a Chinese wedding and there were no doubts which colour crepe paper I should use for that DIY ang pao.

This time, it is a Malay wedding. For this DIY ang pao, I went for white and pink simply because I love the combination. It's also wedding appropriate. I guess it shouldn't be called "ang pao" because it isn't even "ang" (red). But "ang pao" seems to have become synonymous with money packets, whether or not it's red.

One thing I always felt bad about making these DIY ang paos is having to destroy the gorgeous invitation cards. Thankfully this time, I have 2 - that's 1 for each of the reception at different locations. This time around, I added layers to the frills. I think it turned out not bad, although my handicrafts could use some brushing up.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Cheng Meng 2011 - One Last Stay at the Ancestor's House

This is long overdue.

Last Cheng Meng (1-3 April 2011), I was back in Bintagor, Sarawak, where my Dad grew up. I hadn't been back in 12 years, the last time being for my late Grandmother's funeral. This trip was even more significant because it would be the last time I get to see my "ancestor's home" before it gets torn down for land development. Although I hardly went back, the place still held lots of memories of my Chinese New Year balik kampung days, back when all the aunts and uncles went back for the Reunion Dinner with my late Grandmother, when my generation was still a bunch of playful kids without a spec of responsibility in this world.

So tons and tons of photos were due. You know, before it gets demolished and all....

Out first meal upon touch down - True Sarawak Kam Mua Mee and Wantan Soup!
Visit to the graveyard:

The 40+ years old "ancestor's house":

Photos of the attic where my Dad and his 10+ sibblings used to sleep while growing up:

The house cats. Yes, these are 4 different cats!
This gigantic moth appeared in the kitchen on Chinese New Year's Eve 2009. It measured about 20cm long. We think it was one of our ancestors' spirits. My eldest uncle told it to fly to the living hall, where photos of our ancestors were displayed, so we know which ancestor was it. The next morning, it was seen perched on the wall among the many framed photographs of our ancestors, although it was difficult to tell which one. It was gone by afternoon the same day.

Although I've been back to this ancestor's house for quite a number of times when I was young, this was the first time I actually feel curious about the place. Alas, just when I was beginning to feel attached to the house, I had to say goodbye to it for the last time. But I guess it'll never beat what my Dad and uncles felt. They must have such great sentiments to the house. Yeah, modernisation sucks that way.

So, goodbye dear ancestor's house!