28 March 2011

A vision of lunch

It’s Monday *sad*

Work starts in 8.5 hours *sadder*

Lately I’ve had a vision. To pack my own lunch to work, at least 3 out of my 5 working days. This is why:

Because my mom said I am fat. More than once.

Because I feel fat.

Because every time I see a particular top/dress/pants, I’d say “Can’t wear that, no waist”

Because I feel bad eating lunch full of carbs and sitting down on my ass facing Microsoft Excel all day, then coming home to eat dinner and feel too tired to do anything else aside from sleep.

Because it gives me an excuse to cook.

Because I get to play in the kitchen, despite wondering how motivated I may be to do so at 7am in the morning, while rushing to go to work.

Because it’ll be healthier (I think?)

We shall see how long this lasts. *fingers crossed* I will try to be creative and not fry an egg and slap it between cheese and two pieces of bread. lol.

Tomorrow’s lunch will be vermicelli with cucumbers, tomatoes, a lil ginger, and a hard boiled egg. Topped with ‘rou jiang’.

And now its time to rush to bed so I can wake up on time tomorrow =D

26 March 2011

What do the ladies prefer?

Hello world, today is the awesomest day of the week, and on this awesomest day, I came across this - “What do ladies prefer to hear from their husbands?”.

1. The truth and nothing but the truth

2. Lies and nothing but lies

3. Hide whatever you do not like and tell you only things that you like to hear.

I think I have a lot to say about this and Facebook does not give enough comment space. Furthermore, it was not from my account (Yes, I stalk the bf).

You see, #2 is obviously a no brainer. Which lady would want to hear all lies, and nothing but lies. Unless she’s actually a croaking toad who doesn’t know how to cook and is living in denial and needs convincing that she is actually a beautiful human being who sings like angels and cooks awesome meals,by a human husband whom she fell in love with and forced to marry her.

The debate now stands between #1 and #3. At the first instance, I am sure many would go for option #1. Honesty is after all the best policy, no?

Then you start to think a little harder, and you start to feel that #3 makes a better choice. Why put yourself through the unnecessary squabbles when you can be happy and lovey dovey, as long as you are capable of keeping your mouth shut at the right time. “when you have nothing nice to say, keep quiet”.

This however would be my answer: I do not know, because I am not married. But if I were, I would want the truth, put into words that are less hurtful to the ear. Tell me I gained weight – it helps me to realise when it’s time i started working out and eating right. Tell me the dress doesn’t look good – it’d save me money not buying it. Tell me I’m doing things wrong, its helps me figure how to do it right. Tell me that you spoke to another girl, it tells me you have nothing to hide. Tell me where you are going and with whom, it tells me I shouldn’t worry, and where to find you incase of anything. Tell me you cheated on me. I might forgive you. And if you know I won’t, what’s the point in keeping me by not telling me?So unless you’re positive that you can only let me hear the things I want to hear for the rest of my life, go ahead and hide the things I don’t want to hear.

Tell me, because I believe I am stronger than you think when it comes to hearing things I don’t like. Lie and keep the peace, but if I do find out, a lot of things will change, because trust is the pillar of the relationship and you’re weakening its foundation..

Cheat me once, shame on you. Twice, and the shame is on me.

On a lighter note, ST said this about me: “Food and you, inseparable”

Hence I found a meaning to the word ‘Grateful’. Grateful is when I should thank God that I am as meaty/fleshy/chubby as I am now, rather than like a fishball with toothpicks for limbs.


I miss this. Sticky date pudding from Frames, Sunway Pyramid. Uh…and also the two aunties behind it.

06 March 2011

When you come across animal-hurting animals

I’ve been interning for a week now, life has been hectic. By the time I’ve finished work, had dinner, bathed, I get so tired all I want to do is sleep. Besides, being sleepy at work and yawning away not only gives a bad impression, it is also super torturing. And you can’t skip class to go home for naps like in uni. Hence on a Saturday night/Sunday morning, I passed going to bed and decided to talk about something I hold close to my heart: Animals.

I was stalking the bf’s FB and came across this – someone from Kuching itself, blogging about how his/her animal took shelter from the rain in a neighbor’s house and ended up getting beaten up by a metal stick.


I love animals. But even then, sometimes I find it difficult to make my stand. I do not eat shark fin soup but it simply isn’t polite to barge into a wedding dinner with a table full of elders and tell them not to, out of respect. I love animals, but I’m not too sure where the answer is when I ask myself, “then why am I not a vegetarian?”. And when I encounter people I know, ie: a friend’s friend/relative/etc mistreating a pet, how far am I supposed to go to voice out my concerns? Would I cause awkwardness/disrespect?

The answer to those questions I have yet to know, but now I think I do know what to do when I see a stranger hurting/trying to hurt an animal, because that first day of CNY, I received practical training for that.


I stole this picture from BaoQi’s FB. She refers to him as ‘fox dog’. This guy actually belongs to someone else along the street, but he was abandoned (I’m not too sure if the owner abandoned him of he abandoned his owner). But because he was such a darling, I see the other neighbours in the area giving him food and shelter. I met him once as I was walking home, and he wagged and trotted along wanting to play. How could anyone not love him?

That day, I saw his ex-owners throwing firecrackers at him – those that spin around and crackle on the ground. He ran. After a while, he came back barking at them, and to my horror, there was a toddler, holding out a stick of fireworks (the ciplak kind that only shoots as high as the telephone post). A man was carrying that toddler and holding the toddler’s hand to aim the firework at the dog’s mouth.

I yelled at them from my grandmother’s house that was across the street and I could obviously see that the man was halfway into aiming those fireworks at me. He yelled back at me with the most foul of foul words I have ever in my 23 years of living heard, and I wouldn’t say I didn’t yell back. But the whole thing erupted into a fight between two families when my mom, dad, grandad, grandma and aunt came out. But for the record the had three whole generations out there watching the dog tortured already, and uh, two men came over to my grandmother’s house and started getting physical first.

I could go on and talk about how I wish he would die and burn in hell, or how that toddler would grow up and throw firecrackers at him in return, or many many other horrible things. I would have, but now, I realised that the way I reacted was indeed wrong. So rather than cursing and swearing, I think I would rather share my experience in case someone else might face the same thing as I did.

When you come across an abuser:

#1. My mother told me this: Don’t be angry with the wrong-doer. Rather, put your energy into helping the victim. Rather than yell at Mr.X (i will be polite, and for the sake of politeness I will not name him after swear words) I should have called fox dog over.

#2. Evidence is everything. So if you have a camera/ camera phone take lots and lots of pictures, or even better, a video! These will be useful when it comes to making reports to the authorities (SPCA/ police/ NGOs/ etc). I wanted to bang my head on the wall the moment I got home because I had a freakin camera there and then in my handbag. But instead, I chose to jump head first into the fire. But then again I won’t have been sure whether to call fox dog over or hide in the car and take a video of Mr. X. Well, I guess that depends on every respective situation.

#3. Think, think hard, then act. On my car ride back home after the incident, I thought of many many things. When Mr. X came over to push my dad, and my dad in return reacted very emotionally, it made me wonder what would have happened if a fight really broke out. It made me wonder, what if it was my 83 year old grandfather that was pushed and he fell down. It made me wonder what if he hurt my mother. It made me wonder, so what, after all that fighting, they could hurt the dog again later. Fighting was pointless.

If I had only thought before I got all emotional and yelled, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so pointless. I decided to involve myself, alone, but never did I think that others would be dragged in.

#4. Never go head on with the abuser. For my case, I already knew Mr.X was a mean person. I have heard of him knocking down his neighbour, verbally abusing people, beating his wife and shooting the fox dog using that toy gun with plastic pellets.

So why on earth would someone inhumane like that listen to me when I tell him to stop aiming fireworks at a dog? Wrong approach, wrong approach.

#5. Don’t ever ever ever lose your cool – stay calm. I lost mine for those 10 to 15 minutes as I yelled foul words back at Mr. X. It gained me nothing, I wasn’t thinking, and my reputation dropped to equal his. Plus, staying calm helps you think. Maybe I should have taken out my camera and went “whoa, your fireworks are so awesome lemme take a video of them”, zoom into his face, then call the dog over and flash him a big smile. Then, upload it onto facebook and give everyone his address.



There, my take on the things to do when you come across butt-faced heartless germs that are doing nothing but wasting space on earth, disguised in human form – because you’re not even worthy of being called ‘animal’ *sorry I had to get that out*