Tuesday, 26 February 2008

"Miss, I Need To See Your ID"...



I went to the movies with my friend, Chun Yin just recently to watch 'Meet The Spartans', and had an interesting 'encounter'...


Oh, by the way, 'Meet The Spartans' has got to be the most idiotic movie ever made, and Thank God I got the ticket free (Thanks Li-Kim!) cos it was the lousiest show ever made, and had I paid RM 10 to watch that show, I would have been fuming...It was, sorry, a lame excuse for a movie, and a mockery of the movie '300'...


Anyway, Chun Yin and I didn't realise the movie was marked 18 PL...There was no need to look at the codes because we were both above 18...


We were late for the movie, cos we went for lunch and later misplaced the theater (Hehe), so we were running helter-skelter, and at the entrance, we were stopped...




Cinema Guy: "Miss (looking at me), I need to see your ID"

Me: "Eh? Why?" *Maklumlar, didn't know it was 18 PL*

Cinema Guy: "Because this show is only for 18 years and above. ID please?"

Me: "Ohhh...I am 22!" *Dug around in my handbag*

Cinema Guy: *Raised eyebrows* "Show me your ID then"

Me: *Handed it over*

Cinema Guy: "Wow! Born in 86. So am I! You look way too young for this show"

Me: *God, this is embarrasing, stopped because the cinema guy thought I was trying to sneak into an above-18 show*






Told mum about the incident...She said "There lar, you and your braces!"


Haih...


*Laughs*


Saturday, 23 February 2008

Of The Land of Food: Ipoh, Penang and Me...



I have been in Penang for almost a year-and-a-half, and I have always loved food! Oh, what's new?

So, having the best of both worlds has been great for my stomach (although not for my weight or cholesterol!)...




I thought I'd compare some simple Ipoh and Penang food today...I'm sure you already know that different states have different versions of the same food, right?

Well, anyway, here goes...





Ipoh Obese Taugeh vs Penang Anorexic Taugeh...



Seriously, Ipoh taugeh all fat-fat and short-short, while Penang taugeh all skinny-skinny and long-long...And don't be surprised if you go and have lunch and the lady tells you "Oh, this one Ipoh taugeh, more expensive"...


Import, hor?



The verdict? Ipoh taugeh is extra crunchy, so I prefer the Ipoh one...





Ipoh Curry Mee vs Penang Curry Mee...




The Ipoh version is always redder (more colouring?) and creamier, and somehow spicier...The Penang version, is very pale, comes with the chilly on a spoon, and has frozen blood (which I don't take)...


The verdict? Both good, in a different way!





Ipoh Chee Cheong Fun (with mushroom sauce) vs Penang Chee Cheong Fun (with shrimp paste)...



You know, the first time I ate Chee Cheong Fun in Penang, I nearly threw up...Sorry, but I didn't know that the black sauce was shrimp paste (the one they use in laksa)...Ipoh Chee Cheong Fun also comes in other varieties, like with curry chicken...

The Penangites sure love their hae-kho (shrimp paste), cos they also put it in their (Chinese) Rojak!



The verdict? Don't like hae-kho, unless it is in laksa...So, Ipoh Chee Cheong Fun ler...






Dim Sum
...


Ipoh and Penang have the same varieties, in general...


The verdict? Both good!







Penang Char Koay Teow...


Penang wins this one...Although I have to say, the Char Koay Teow would be a whole lot better
with Ipoh Taugeh! ;)


Somehow, the Penang version is slighly 'more lemak', and I heard it's because they use more eggs!





Ipoh White Coffee...


Needless to say, Ipoh wins hands down for this...Enuf said!






Chicken Rice...


This too, whether roast or white or whatever...The Ipoh version is always soft and fluffy, while the Penang version, er...hard and tough!







Nasi Kandar!


Penang wins hands-down! Seriously, even when they are the same branch (eg: Pelita Ipoh vs Pelita Penang)...





Ipoh Laksa vs Penang Laksa? None! I prefer the Malay version and Sarawak Laksa...=) And for the record, I love Malay food too! Two favourites are the Thai-Malay tomyam, and the Nasi Goreng Paprik!



I love food, and I don't make any apologies about it...In fact, writing this post was a bad decision, because I'm hungry now...=(




Note: Pictures taken from the web...



Wednesday, 20 February 2008

RDA 2008, Here We Come!...


Yippie!

The time is 2.42pm, and in less than 2 hours time, I would be at the Penang Turf Club with my friend Jiun Wei...




RDA Poster, with a lovely poem...




Yeap! RDA (Riding for the Disabled) 2008 starts today!


I am now in Jiun Wei's house (with excellent connection!), and we're positively looking forward to the another new season of RDA, with new kids, new parents, and new fun! With our old friend(s)-staff, and horses to make it complete...


Let's see...Do I have everything needed?







Boots...CHECKED!







Sunblock for face, body and lips...CHECKED!







Apples for the horses...CHECKED!







Friend (pic at left is Jiun Wei) to make the experience more enjoyable...CHECKED!





Looks like I'm all set then...=)


Ah, finally there is something for me to do that will be worthwhile...



*Bliss*

Saturday, 16 February 2008

Mak Tak Guna...


Ah, the very fair baby, protesting to the cam-whoring...




I remember when I first started volunteering in the hospital...My mum has always maintained that dressing properly (I don't mean expensive) does a lot of wonders on the way people treat you...

I guess it is because people generally take you more seriously if you bother to take the time to dress...



So, I always went to 'work' dressed immaculately...Hey! Any excuse to go shopping is fine by me...;)

I was dressed simple, often pairing pant-suits, jeans, slacks with matching tee's, shirts and tops, complete with matching earrings...



But then as I started working with Chee Keong more and more (and later with the neonate ward), I found it was not very practical...



First of all, working with Chee Keong and the babies often got messy...I often found these little tykes throwing up all over me, or leaving dirty palm prints all over my clothes (especially when I'm wearing white!)...In Pediatric Rehab, on the other hand, it was often saliva that found it's way to my clothes...

I wasn't allowed any wrist/hand jewellery when working with the neonates (possible passing of germs, infection, or I could harm their delicate skin), so after having to remove them every morning, I decided not to wear any to begin with...



And so, I found that I began to dress more and more 'sloppily', in baggy tee's, and just plain ear-studs (Chee Keong likes to grab, and pull!)...I also stopped wearing my hospital tag (which I used to wear, almost every day) prior to this, because he kept grabbing it...



And then the 'problem' started...





Chee Keong, protesting over his new clothes...




One day, after bathing Chee Keong (and half wet), I came back to his bed with him in my arms to find that there was this elderly Malay lady who was standing there...I gave her a small smile, and didn't say anything...


Imagine my surprise when I suddenly heard her saying: "Tu lah, muda-muda nak naik miang, patutlah anak keluar cacat macam ni"...




Oh, I was angry...



First of all, she assumed I was the mother of this child, second of all, in assuming I was the mother, she assumed Chee Keong was the result of some hanky-panky (out of wedlock), and thirdly, even if she was right in her first two assumptions, does that mean I (anyone, for that matter) deserves to be 'punished' with a handicapped child?




A few weeks later, this time, a Chinese lady in her fifties decided to come and tell me off...She said (in Malay!): "Mak sepatutnya tinggal dengan anak di hospital tahu? Anak sakit, macam mana kamu boleh balik rumah? Duduk dengan anak lar. Kenapa buang sini? Siapa mau jaga? Tak ada hati ga? Mak tak guna"


*Smack head*


It was about 7 am in the morning, and already I was hearing this...




Yet a few weeks later, an Indian lady, a grandmother of 4, came and gave me a piece of her mind...She told me: "Tahu kenapa lu punya anak cacat dan kurus ka? Sebab, kamu tarak bagi dia minum susu ibu! Kenapa tarak bagi dia minum? Mak tarak ajar ka? Dengar saya cakap. Bagi dia minum lu punya susu".



She didn't listen when I kept telling her this wasn't my child, and seriously, even if I wanted to breastfeed him, I'm pretty sure I'm dry...



"Smash head against wall*




There were a few others who muttered when they passed me (loud enough for me to hear), some others who kept walking pass Chee Keong's bed stealing glances, and others yet who would whisper and discuss 'my child' loudly with one another...But I always ignored them, unless they addressed me directly...




Muhibbah, no, all those who came and made noise? Why can't people just ask if they're curious?




But on a lighter, more positive note, it shows that the general public have strong opinions about what is right and wrong, and what they deem acceptable behaviour...They still have in them a sense of duty to tell people off if they think that person is out-of-line...


I wonder, would it have made a difference if I had been of the same age as them? Would they still tell me off? And how come I don't get all this when I was dressed properly (with no tag)?
But regardless of all this, I would not trade the time I had with Chee Keong for all the money in the world...



I believe he has made me a slightly better person, and there were sweet moments with respect to the public too, like this sweet Malay+Chinese+Italian+Dunno-What-Else lady who quipped: "Comelnya your baby, and sooo putih! Hubby Mat Salleh yeah?"



"Yes, Sir Sean Connery", I said, and she and me burst into giggles...




Wednesday, 13 February 2008

Looking For Water in the Desert...



I thought I’d take a cue from Akmal and post a trivia queston…No, not suffering from Writer’s Block, but more like wireless gone bonkers and won’t let me upload photos and long posts…=)


Anyway, here goes:-



A man wonders around a desert town on his horse, desperately looking for water…He then sees a bar, dismounts the horse, walks in (ala Clint Eastwood) and demands for water…


The man’s hostile way of demanding the water got the bartender a bit pissed, and he told the man: “Ask nicely”…

The man gets even madder and demands: “Give me water!


The bartender, instead of giving the man the water, whipped out a gun and points it at the man…



The man, gulps once, upon seeing the gun and says: “Ah, never mind. I’ll leave. Thanks for giving me what I want, mate

The man leaves the bar and continues on his journey on his horse, not stopping to look for more water…





The question: Why did the man thank the bartender, by saying “Thanks for giving me what I want, mate”, and why did he not continue looking for water?




Hehe…Those who know the answer without having to think (meaning you have read something similar somewhere), do me a favour and don’t answer first…

Give chance to others, lar, k?



Note: The first correct answer (not all ar) earns a teh-tarik when I meet you…=)



Friday, 8 February 2008

Making Memories to Last a Lifetime...



My dressing table mirror, is half covered...




Everyone has different ways of remembering things, and of coping...Right?


Well, I have my own way, too...





Remembering Sipadan Island...



I write, for example...I write in many ways...I write letters to myself (to be read in future), I blog in my personal blog, I blog here, I compile in a photo-journal, I post it on my board or my mirror...






My board at home, barely has any space left...




And it really is wonderful to look back over the years, and see how far you have come...It is wonderful to look back and see what is it you look like say, 5 years back, or what your style was at that time, or what you were doing exactly a year ago...






My photo-journal of sorts...(Pic on far right is of me wearing a saree for the first time!)




That is what I was doing this afternoon...I was looking at some of the photos I took years ago, and looking at the ticker stubs of movies I watched, and reminiscing about some trips and of friends I met...





A 'montage' of a collection of letters/cards from friends, and some of my own books and writings...




I was also reminiscing about school, and looking through some of the letters/cards my friends wrote to me...


And really, I am going to miss all this when I leave!


But you know what? I have books and photos filled with memories to bring along with me, and hopefully, it will be kinda like having family and friends close by...

That's why I love meeting up with blogger friends too...Cos you will make it into my book!




PS: Anybody share the same hobby?



Wednesday, 6 February 2008

Gong Xi, Gong Xi! Itu Ang-Pow Kasi Mari!...





Dear all,


Happy Chinese New Year to all the readers of Aphasia-Dysphasia!

To those who celebrate, eat, eat and eat, and collect all the ang-pow's you can get! To those who don't celebrate, erm, eat, eat and eat and collect all the ang-pow's too!


Forget all the cholesterol and all the weight problems for now! Just eat, eat and eat! Can worry about it all later...=)




I wish all of you an abundance of health, love, prosperity, wealth, peace, luck and happiness...

To those driving home, keep well and have a safe journey...









Come on, let's take a cue from the rat up there, with the big pot-belly!


Saturday, 2 February 2008

Muhibbah Tag: Muhibbah in Life; Seperated in Death...



I've been tagged by the one-and-only Mob1900, the poster-master of the blogosphere, for the Muhibbah tag...And today, he bears his soul in the form of writing...Go read it!

Something has been playing on my mind...



How many of you have had your foreign, Western friends come up to you and say things like "Malaysia is such a beautiful country where all the races and religions get along so well", or "The racial and religious unity in Malaysia is amazing", or something along those lines?





And come on, how many of you have actually said something like this yourself, to your Western friends?


I have...

In fact, I tell all my ang-mor/Western friends about how special our country is! I seriously do...I am like this self-appointed, kaki-sibuk ambassador who made it my business to promote the country!




My Umi (Arabic for Mother) is a Malay, and she loves me like her own...She has declared me her menantu, anyway (no, her son and I are not together), and will grab me in a big bear hug with many wet kisses everytime she sees me...


My Pati (Tamil for Grandma) is an Indian, and this old lady, who barely leaves her house, will make that trip just to see me if I am sick...This is the same old lady who will always make me a nice hot cup of Bru coffee in the tiny Snoopy cup when I go visiting...


Some of my mum's younger Malay colleagues call her 'Kai Ma', which is kinda like adopted-mum...Which means I've got many, many siblings I didn't know about ;)




One of my mum's very close friends was the Malay sweeper in her school...We used to visit her every time we passed Bidor, and we would make this detour deep into the kampung to pay dear Makcik Harizah a visit...

Every time we went, Makcik Harizah would always drop everything to see my mum, and she would bring every delicacy in her house for us to eat, and we would always end up with durians and mangosteens and whatever else was in season in the trunk of our car, when we left...In return, we would bring books and clothes and goodies for the kids...

And every year, without fail, there would be a Chinese New Year card in our letter box, from the family...



One day, she fell seriously ill, and for nearly a year after that, my mum (and us too, most times) would visit her every day without fail, and bring food for her, and feed her in the hospital...

When she died on new year's day, my entire family made the trip down and although we got some weird stares at first (dressed very differently, I guess, was one reason), the sight of Makcik's ailing mother hugging and crying my mother made the kampung-folk very much more friendly towards us...



Muhibbah, right?





But I've been thinking...





Do you realise that in Western countries, most (Read: Not all!) cemetery's are common burial sites? Do you realise that there are more common burial sites than those segregated according to religion and/or race? Their people are (usually) buried together, regardless of what/who (race, religion etc) they were in life...





So how it is, that for a country who prides herself as having amazing racial and religious harmony and unity, most of our cemetery's are segregated? How come is it, that even in death, we are 'marked' by our race and/or our religion?


Why is it, in this country of such supposed unity, segregated burial grounds for the Chinese, Indian, Malays, Muslims, Christians, Baha'i's, Buddhist etc are the norm instead of the exception?



Why?

Why?

Why?


More lip service?



Why?

Why can't we be muhibbah in life and in death?




Note: I am leaving the tag open...Siapa mau, kasi cakap saja!



Turning 22: 'Twas a Lovely Week!



And so it seems I have been very terrible in updating my blog...=(



But I swear, I had very good reasons...



Firstly, I had horrible wireless connection, which absolutely refuses to allow me to log on to Blogger...

Secondly, the power was cut in my hostel 3 nights in a row, twice the first and second night, and thrice the third, which effectively shut my wireless down...

Thirdly, I've been busy...My real darling of a Japanese-American Psychology lecturer, Dr Kimura, had to go on leave, so we've been seeing her a lot more often than normal to cover the days when she won't be around...



Seriously...



Anyway, it was my birthday last Sunday, the 27th of January...I wasn't thinking of blogging about it at first, then someone broke my cover on my previous post, and then I thought, why not lar? Not some big national secret, right? ;)



Anyway, I took the bus home that weekend, and my friends knew of my plans to come home...And so it was that on Friday, just before class, we went out for lunch...



I was told by all of them that we were going out to have a belated birthday 'party' for one of my friends, Jiun Wei, whose birthday fell on December...When 10 am came, and 2 of my other friends were not ready, me, Chun Yin, and Meng Min went out first in one car to buy a small cake (Chun yin and Meng Min said because they plan to pig out in food, instead of cake) for Jiun Wei...




When we finally all arrived in Queensbay Mall, we went two different ways to shop, Chun Yin holding the cake...I did feel something was a little fishy, this going of seperate ways, but I thought, oh well, the cake is with us (with only 19 candles)!



And lo-and-behold, when we arrived in Breeks, this cafe, I suddenly found that I was sitting in the middle...And then Jiun Wei (the supposed birthday girl) came with Tze Pin and Shu Hui, with another cake...This time, from Secret Recipe...No wonder they insisted we get a small cake just now!




Caught!




And so it was, I was caught...Turns out, it was my birthday they were celebrating...=)




So now, we have two cakes! We went around ordering our food, and we had a swell of a time ordering different kinds of juices and drinks...And being the crazy people that we are, we just had to mix them up just to see how they would turn up...Being the birthday girl, needless to say, I had to do the honours of drinking it up first...






Blue Dolphin + Some Latte-of-the-day + Some-Lime-Thingy + Blue Ocean + my Irish-Latte...


=




Yucky!






I think my face says it all, no?




But, surprisingly, after taking more than a sip or two, it didn't turn out to be soooo bad...If you don't mind sour coffee...;)






Two cakes, side by side...




In the end, the bigger cake one on the left had 22 candles for me, and the one on the right, had 19 candles for Jiun Wei (we hadn't celebrated hers anyhow)...The Secret Recipe cake was a super-nice Chocolate-Cheese cake, while the little one was a BlackForest...

My friends clearly know my love for chocolate and cheese, because both this year and the last, they produced two lovely chocolate-cheese cakes, from different places...=)







Posing, posing, posing...Memang cam-whore queens lar...=)






Jiun Wei, with the candle still between her teeth...




I tell you, nobody will believe the amount of food my group can eat...We have been known to seriously shock people, having once gone through (that day was 7 of us) an entire all-you-can-eat buffet steamboat + bbq (5 rounds!) and an entire Haagan Daz ice-cream cake!

This time around, we toned down a little, sharing 3 plates between the 6 of us, lotsa drinks, and a third of each cake...






Eat!





Six good friends, only half full...Cake, is up next!

Clockwise from left: Meng Min, Tze Pin, Jiun Wei, Shu Hui, Chun Yin, and me...





Cleaning up! We felt bad dirtying the tables with all the candles and cream, so we cleared up!





All in all, it was a satisfactory meal, and there were 6 very sleepy heads in class that day...I ended up with another third of both cakes (squashed together) with me on the bus on the way home...






Altogether it was a very productive week for my stomach, as my parents later took me to this lovely breakfast at CB then to a super-spicy Thai restaurant, and then I had dinner with Ruverny at Paddington's House of Pancakes, with ice cream!, and then...



Oh gosh...I have been eating, haven't I?



Thanks everyone for the lovely week, the lovely food, the lovely bags, and shower gels and multi-fruity lip glosses, and chain...

Special mention to Su Juin for the very interesting box of different earrings that you sent up! I know you read this blog, and just wanted to say I especially loved the pink-teddy-bear-like one! And thanks to the few who wished my via email and sms (you know who you are)...


Ok, looks like it is time I go on a serious diet...


Erm, after Chinese New Year lar...

Hehe!