Archive for January, 2010

What’s in a reputation?

Posted in cloudy days on January 23, 2010 by twotwoeight

“It takes years and alot of hardwork to build a reputation, but all it takes is one mistake, and it’ll be ruined.”


It’s Lou Fu Chai’s year

Posted in family, through the lens on January 17, 2010 by twotwoeight

You know Chinese New Year is just around the corner when you see this…

and this…

No prizes for guessing what the coming lunar year is…

Apparently the tiger year is going to be fruitful.  Hhmmm…

Well, I’m optimistic! I’ll tell you whether the predictions are true or not. Next year 😉

(This post was put up specially for the tiger in my family…with hidden agenda, of course :p )


Posted in kindred spirits, penny for my thoughts, the box of chocolates known as life on January 16, 2010 by twotwoeight

In my department, if you’re new and come from some exotic medical school, you’re bound to be asked to present your “overseas experience” when you first come.  Somehow, this week my medical school came up.

I was caught off guard at how moved I was to hear and see the place where I spent my varsity days.  I can still remember exactly how I felt when I first set foot inside my hostel room and the sinking feeling of impending doom I had.  I remember the common bathroom with no hot water and the galore of bugs staring at you when you shower.  I remember eating burgers at the side of the road after library closed at night.  I remember taking the van (which was the only mode of transportation to civilization when you don’t have a car) out to town for grocery shopping and coming back with bags and bags of essentials! I remember being forced to eat salted egg at the cafeteria…because there was nothing else to eat!  I remember thinking I was quite sure I would never survive even 1 month there…and I emerged victorious.  And even enjoying it!

Naive, silly and inexperienced. Well, maybe I’m still some of that now…but definitely wiser.  So many images and scenes flashed across my mind…it was like a visual trip down memory lane, both on screen and in my head.  Looking back, there were so many things I wished I had done differently, but after much thought, I realized, no…I wouldn’t change anything.  Because that is how I became who I am today.  And I have no regrets.

I was chatting with an old friend who also spent part of his life in Kuching, and we were reminiscing about the “good old days” and keeling over with laughter over spaceships and Mont Kiara and venetian masks.

I am confident, someday I will look back and reminisce about now too. 🙂

reunited and it feels so good…

Posted in kindred spirits, love on January 10, 2010 by twotwoeight

This is the story of 3 people who already have many things in common, and recently discovered one more to add to the list…a unique puke story.

(this is gonna be gross….so be warned!)

One got drunk at her own housewarming party, and after bidding her friends goodbye, was sitting in her living room zonked…and didn’t look too good.  She crawled into her room and housemate No.1 realized she had the “I’m going to puke” look and quickly yelled to housemate No.2 to get a bucket.  Housemate No.2 suggested dragging her to the toilet, but luckily housemate No.1 sensed the urgency and told her “There’s no time! Quick!”.  So housemate No.2 ran and came back with a really small bucket.  Housemate No.1 was stunned to see the small bucket and went “F***! Can’t you get a bigger bucket??”.  Well, there was no time to debate over the size of the bucket as the drunken one started puking into the teeny weeny bucket.  Luckily her aim was quite good despite her state of altered consciousness.  However, as she had rather long hair at that time, her hair was sort of falling into the puke…and so her quick thinking housemates started pinning her fringe back with small hair clips.  Unfortunately, the drunken one realized people were sticking things in her hair and started pulling them out and throwing them back at her friends. “I dowan things in my hair!”.  Well, luckily after that, she fell asleep and when she woke up the next morning, she was greeted by two seriously black-faced housemates but still sheepishly asked, “I have one question…who cleaned the bucket?”

This one happened quite a few years ago, when she was still in primary school.  She went to Penang with her family and stayed with her uncle and his family.  When in Penang…eat, eat, eat!  And so, even when she was extremely full, she could not resist the temptation when her parents bought her favourite kuih after dinner.  So she ate until she felt something was not quite right.  Unfortunately, she was supposed to sleep on a mattress in the living room with her sister and her cousin with her being in the middle.  So she really had no choice when everyone wanted to turn off the lights and go to bed.  She laid there for awhile…feeling queasy, and suddenly without warning she found herself literally covered in puke!  It was all over her hair and her bedclothes…and she didn’t know what to do!  Her cousin, who was sleeping next to her, stirred, and turned to face her and suddenly, there was a bloodcurdling scream piercing the night!  Well, you would be shocked too, if you found your bed-mate covered in puke!  Well, that solved her problem of what to do as the whole household woke up after that!

This one took place while she was on holiday.  After a particularly rich and creamy dinner of paella and perhaps a little too much sangria,  she started to feel a little heaty.  But not nauseous.  Suddenly without any warning, she felt a regurgitating feeling and tasted something weird in her mouth and what do you know…it’s puke! Arrrgghhhh!! She tried to catch it with her napkin but still created a small mess.  Thinking that she’d die of embarassment, she quickly suggested they leave the restaurant to get some fresh air after cleaning up.  While they were still debating where to go next outside the restaurant, this time she was overcome with nausea and so quickly looked around for the most suitable place to “ventilate”.  Poor tree…I’m quite sure there’s still traces of her DNA at the roots.  Since she hadn’t puked in the longest time, she didn’t have enough sense and rationale to realize that the projectile trajectory would be much reduced if she kept as close to the ground as possible.  Nope, she had to stand tall with her heels and “splitter….splatter….”.  Sigh…nevermind, now she knows better.


“Golden we are, not yet in age but in strength, love, camaraderie, joy, wonder and purpose in being, as daughter, sister, friend, colleague and above all and always, human.”

May 2010 be great for all of us! 😉

the magic kettle

Posted in cloudy days, kindred spirits on January 8, 2010 by twotwoeight

I laughed so hard till tears were rolling down my cheeks and I had to struggle to breathe.  Thanks…I really needed that.  Your phone call came at just the right moment.

Can’t wait to drink the “water of eternal youth” from your kettle! 😉