Archive for October, 2010

My humble abode.

Posted in family, love on October 25, 2010 by twotwoeight

Every muscle in my body is aching and my feet feel like they don’t quite belong to me anymore.  In between cleaning, mopping, packing, unpacking, sweeping and washing, I must have gone between the 8th and 10th floor more than 10 times today from the moment I woke up. Phew…finally can put my feet up and soak up the comforts of my new home.

My family came down for the moving-in ritual yesterday and Bro’s account of the day sums it up pretty well!

Since 2 of my aunties who have not been to Malacca in a long time came down as well, we took them to Jonker Street after lunch to jalan-jalan.

I love discovering new finds and hidden treasures in Jonker Street and in contrast to that, the familiarity of old favourites which brings back sweet memories never fail to put a smile on my face.

It’s good to have visitors once in awhile, to stir the local tourist in me. 😉


thirty one completed years

Posted in the box of chocolates known as life on October 24, 2010 by twotwoeight

And loving every minute of it.

Life is good… 🙂

a field of four leaf clovers and more

Posted in adventures in Liverpool, kindred spirits, penny for my thoughts on October 21, 2010 by twotwoeight

I remember walking up to FigTreeHouse and feeling so thankful the place was cozy and warm.

I remember Skyping with Mum, pw, Che and Alvin the afternoon before at the top of the staircase because the broadband signal was weak in my room.

I remember the microwave paella and peas I treated myself to, the night before, sitting in the dining hall, as the cats stared at me, hoping to be fed.

I remember clutching my notes fervently trying to etch every single detail into memory and torn between wanting tomorrow to just come quickly, or to go back in time.

I remember that sleepless and restless night with the television set on but muted in an effort to calm my nerves.

I remember the feeling of being jinxed when I couldn’t open my microwave lunch which was meant to fuel my neurons hours before — and finally settling for 2 bananas and a cup of coffee.

I remember the many butterflies in my stomach and persistent palpitations I had sitting in the room with the other candidates, awaiting to be called.

I remember saying prayers in between stations, and telling myself “You can do it” as I walked into each station and put on my best smile although I was scared shit on the inside.

I remember the feeling of impending doom and helplessness after it was over and wanting to jump into the river.

I remember the celebratory/condolence meal we treated ourselves to — our first proper sit-down dinner since we got there.

I remember waking up the next morning feeling like it was all a horrible nightmare, and torn between brooding at home or going out to drown my sorrows.

I remember the feeling of sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga when I came back to the kitchen after answering my phone only to find the cat had stolen the ham from my sandwich, leaving the 2 pieces of bread scattered.

I remember the one wish I consistently had, whenever I came across a Good Luck monument or wishing fountain in Europe.

And then, most of all, I remember that exact moment of being propelled into a surreal state of euphoria in the on call room when I clicked on the results and saw the words “Pass”.

The memories seem so vivid, I cannot believe it’s been four months.  To my dearest friends who will go into battle soon, I wish you guys all the luck in the world, as much as endless fields of four leaf clovers and mountains of pots of gold at the end of the rainbow and castles full of horseshoes can bring.

I’ll be waiting for good news. 😉

mei na me jian dan

Posted in radio in my head on October 18, 2010 by twotwoeight

A song that grows on you.

one weekend in september

Posted in family, love on October 9, 2010 by twotwoeight

1 “Ri-han-na” wannabe,

2 bored minds, and

3 chicken wings…

makes one good memory.


Life is good.

The substitute nemesis

Posted in random bits, through the lens on October 8, 2010 by twotwoeight

When Perry was away, Dr.Doofenshmirtz found himself a new nemesis.

Poor delusional man…he’s about to discover his bullet-deflect-to-na-tor is a failure!