Run, Bunny. Run!

Category: Life

  • Hot Hugs

    22 July 2007

    After taking the steam train (the Lakeside & Haverthwaite Steam Railway) and steam boat across Lake Windermere, we stopped by Grasmere for lunch before we proveed to Glasgow, Scotland. We didn’t know which place to eat. If there was a choice, we’d always go for Chinese or Asian food because having too much Western food doesn’t make us happy.

    You should look at our faces whenever we discover a Chinese restaurant! And the way our eyes lit up when we eat!

    Anyway, we decided to go into Grasmere Garden Centre where there is a cafe in it. It wasn’t Chinese of course but the food was quite good. We then hang around the shop where I bumped across a toy duck which reminded me of Ducky. Its fur and beak colour is somewhat similar to that of Ducky’s.

    I went in search for Iris who was looking at something else at the other corner of the shop to show her that duck. After we had a good look and admiration of the duck, Iris and I went out to the garden to snap some pictures with the flowers.

    “Grace, Pappy is looking for you.”

    “Why?”

    “He’s holding a duck and he wants to show you.” Mummy said.

    “Oh…I think I know which duck and I’ve seen it already.”

    What’s funny is when I see Pappy holding the duck, came out of the shop, walk towards the garden and showing me the duck from where he stood, his facial expression was depicting that he’s very excited that he found a duck.

    I just laughed from where I stood and said “I know!!”

    We had to go back to the coach to meet with the tour members before continuing our journey to Glasgow city. As we were walking out, guess what I saw? Pappy holding a plastic bag with a duck in it.

    O.H.M.Y.G.O.D!

    Pappy then handed me the plastic bag and said, “Okay, I bought this for the both of you.”

    But I know it is for me!

    This is how the duck looks like. There is a few other selection of toys comprising of different animals but there was only a limited selection of it at Grasmere Garden Centre and the duck was among the cuter ones. Or the cutest.

    So what’s so special about this duck?

    I’ve decided to name it Bebeki as suggested by Iris. Bebek means duck in Bahasa Indonesia. So to rhyme it with Ducky, it’s Bebeki.

    What’s so special about Bebeki? First, she’s an English duck and has flown in from far. So, that itself makes her one hell of a duck I would say. At the back of the box where she stood, are some wordings which read:

    Just heat up my easily removable tummy in a microwave for 1 minutes, pop it back inside and let me give you a lovely warm cuddle. I'm scented with calming lavender and camomile pure essential oil perfect for helping you get a really good sleep at bedtime.

    The only problem now is…I don’t have a microwave.

    She’s going to bed with me tonight anyway so I’ll have two ducks. I need them both because I’m not feeling really happy today. It’s an issue of self-esteem and being comfortable under my own skin. A disease which I’ve been trying to fight and conquer since the day I was born. Insecurity and lack of self-confidence to sum it all.

    I don’t really know how these two ducks will be able to help me with that…but they’ll help me get through the night.

    Good night and sleep tight!

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  • Yong Mek Mek

    A friend told me I look gullible. Asked me if I know what a “yong mek mek” is because I look like one.

    define:gullible. The result is fleeceable: naive and easily deceived or tricked;

    define: yong mek mek. LAMB.

    Do I really look like a “yong mek mek”?

    And with that, it brings me back to 28 July 2007 where we were shopping at Tesco, Bayswater. We were waiting by the side of the queue for Pappy to buy his lottery. He is trying his luck on the Euro Millions lottery, so that we can go for another UK trip. (But honestly, enough of UK for me now.)

    Standing in the line was a lady from Sudan who started a conversation with Mummy.

    “You’ve got two beautiful daughters!” She said with a smile.

    I smiled too. Who wouldn’t, upon hearing the word “beautiful”?

    “How old are they?”

    Mummy asked her to guess.

    She took a good look at us and said, “15 and 17”.

    15 and 17 wei! 😀

    “They are 22 and 25.”

    “NO WAY!” The Sudanese lady didn’t want to believe it and then she kept insisting my mum is 35 years old.

    She turned around and greeted a Pakistani.

    “Mualaikum salam.”

    This Pakistani guy said he has a Pakistani background and an English foreground. I’m not pretty sure what that means.

    The Sudanese lady then asked the Pakistani if he believed what my mum just said.

    He looked at both of us again, hesitated and said, “No”.

    Pappy is almost done with his lottery and as we walked away towards the exit. A man standing at the back of the line smiled to Mummy. He is from South Africa.

    If you want to meet people from all over the world, go to London! I’ve never seen such a diverse and cosmopolitan place.

    On a sidenote, I like Tesco in the UK very very much. I have been to several Tesco outlets throughout my trip and everytime I step into a Tesco, I get very happy and excited. I love looking at the chocolate bars, the biscuits. The juices, milk…everything! The chips!

    I also love going to Boots and Superdrug, both of which are pharmacies. Like our Guardian in Malaysia. I also like WHSmith.

    Actually, I just love getting into a supermarket.

  • Sayonara

    I was feeling rather sad when I walked out of the office today. My manager and another colleague of mine has resigned and today’s their last day in the office.

    People come and go but today is different. My manager is such a nice man that I sometimes wonder if there are other guys out there like him. I’m very thankful to be able to work with 2 very kind managers throughout the 2 years that I’ve been working. This is one. The other, is my manager that used to supervise me when I was in my first job.

    Sometimes the job can be yucky but if you have a nice boss, it makes it more bearable.

    I haven’t been feeling really good lately. I enjoyed my long holidays but I didn’t REALLY REALLY ENJOYED it to the point where I would feel VERY VERY HAPPY. It feels like something is missing but I don’t know what.

    When we are young, we long to grow up and to become an adult. Now that I’m 25, it feels so hard and it won’t get any easier, it’ll get more difficult and you will be thrown with more to handle in life. It’s like playing a game. When you’ve completed one level, you go one level up. And each level comes with more obstacles and while you’re at it, you have to try to make sure you come out alive.

    He came today, unexpectedly. I was talking to him on the phone a minute ago and he was telling me he’s going out to have dinner and he needs to go back to the office again. The next minute, the doorbell rang and he’s standing at the door. He always likes to do this. Telling me he’s not coming and then he just appears. He only came for a short while.

    I haven’t meet him for about a month. The last time that I met him was on my birthday. I called him few hours before the plane departs to hear his voice because I won’t be hearing his voice for a good 2 weeks. But…I couldn’t get through to him so I was feeling a little disappointed and sad and I boarded the plane without listening to his voice or meeting him before I went for my holidays.

    I would need to adjust and accept the fact that it’s not going to be easy being in this relationship. It needs a lot of work and a plentiful amount of patience. He is working hard for the money and will have lesser time to meet up.

    I’m home alone today, which explains why I’m a little moody. Mum and Iris have gone back to Sandakan this afternoon. Iris will be back after a week to KL and I hope to spend some quality time with her, just me and her, because it has been so long that we have done things together. It’s different when Mummy is with us and when it’s just us. The past week has been about Mummy with us. So, there were “sisters” things that we couldn’t do.

    Since I’ll be working and do not have any more leave to take, the only time I have is the weekend. Weekends are short, unless we try to cram and make every weekday nights worth it.

    At the end of the month, I won’t be seeing Iris for at least another year because she’ll be flying again to the UK, continuing her studies to become a lawyer. No one knows if she’ll be coming back or she’ll be looking for a job there since she has found someone over there. So, I’ve got to be prepared that a situation like that will happen.

    I have survived a year staying alone and killing cockroaches when they appear without the help of anyone, with only my loyal Shieldtox.

    I think I’d do just fine.

  • Welcome Back FOo FOo!

    This is Foo Foo. She has spent almost a year abroad, away from me, because Iris stole it away from me. She took her to Cardiff with her, stayed with her in a room of a student house. Foo Foo is dirtier now, not as white as she used to be but still very adorable. Makes you feel very happy just looking at her.

    I wake up very early when I spent my holiday in UK because it gets bright say….4’o clock in the morning? And only gets dark at 10 o’clock at night during summer? I cannot sleep long when it gets bright. I was sleeping next to Iris, on her queen-sized bed, in a new rented place and when it got a little bright, I woke up around 6 something and couldn’t sleep anymore.

    Having nothing to do because everyone’s still asleep, I took out my camera and took some photos of Foo Foo. This is my current wallpaper on my computer at home and at work.

    Foo Foo in Cardiff

  • Cranky

    The effect of jet lag is disastrous!

    I had to force open those eyes this morning. For the whole day at work, I was cranky. My hair looked like they belong to the lion. I know I put up a shitty face at work today but I just cannot help it. I’m just so bloody tired.

    Asked the boss if I could leave earlier today but my request was rejected.

    Came back, had dinner and fell asleep on the sofa which I sat on immediately. Not kidding.

    Woke up about an hour or so later to take my bath.

    I think it should get better tomorrow.

  • Back to Work

    It’s 2 something in the morning and I’m awake. At least I’ve had 4 hours of sleep before this. So hopefully after writing this, I’ll be able to sleep by 3.

    It was so difficult to wake up this morning to go to work because I only felt sleepy when I had to wake up. Washed my hair so that I’d stay awake throughout the day. Driving to work needed more focus and concentration than usual as my eyes were very tired.

    It’s nice to be in the office again, where a darling colleague couldn’t help express how much she missed me while I was away. I had 350 emails in my inbox throughout the 2 weeks that I was away but not all requires action so it wasn’t too bad but I’ve got work to finish off.

    I received an email from someone that I didn’t know and thinking it was spam because the fonts were in red and I didn’t bother to read it further. Then, the darling colleague said she has something to tell me and judging by the way she put it, I knew it wasn’t good news.

    We went to the toilet and she spoke silently, trying very hard to explain to me of what happened. She seemed to be choking and seemed afraid to tell me about it. She asked if I read an email with red font and that it contains a link to a forum post about me. A male colleague posted it just because I decided not to send him home anymore. Can you believe that?

    He talked bad about me, illustrating stories that his imagination takes him to, none of which exists. I was advised not to read it as it is hurtful and words being used are harsh. I’m very tempted to read it in the office today but I didn’t want to spoil my day. I am still tempted to read it but I will stick to not reading it at all.

    I’ve not done anything wrong so I just don’t want to be bothered with it. It is disheartening indeed to be treated that way. I’ve never seen anyone like that, doing something so childish, more so for a guy who is educated. When he was told that I’m not sending him anymore, he thought I was joking. I think he hates me to pieces and thinks that I owe him free rides everyday after work.

    I’m always willing to help if it’s within my means and I do drive 2 other colleagues home when they need a ride back. I decided not to send him because personally I don’t like his attitude and character and I feel very irritated when I have him in my car. The old and usual me would feel obliged to send him but sometimes there are limits to what the heart can take and I didn’t want to do something I don’t feel like doing this time. Simply put, I am nice when people are nice and I can choose not to be nice to people who are not nice.

    I will be as cool as I can be, pretending I know nothing about it and I will not hate him. If it satisifes him and makes him happy to badmouth me, I cannot stop him from doing so but I don’t want to be affected by someone like that because it’s just not worth it.

  • Jet Lag

    …is not a very nice thing, something of which I’m suffering from now. I slept at 11 something and am now awake by 1 something. It felt like I’ve slept for the whole night when in actual fact, it has only been 2 hours. And I’m working tomorrow! How nice!

    Slept the minute I got on the plane which is around 10 pm London time and 6 am Malaysian time. Woke up 3-4 hours after that and tried to keep myself awake by watching movies. Watched Anna and the King and Blades of Glory. In between that, I think I dozed off a little.

    Meal served onboard this time around wasn’t nice. I had beef curry with rice and then omelette with chicken sausage. I didn’t finish any of them so I was quite hungry. But I’d rather be hungry than to eat. I just didn’t had the appetite.

    Flew with Malaysia Airlines and the landing was perfect. So smooth. I cannot even believe we landed. We were seated at the tail of the plane. Row 62.

    Having been abroad for 2 weeks, I miss home a lot. And I’ve come to discover that Malaysia is such a lovely place though things may not be perfect. I have had enough of Western food and will be indulging in nasi lemak, prawn mee and RICE! KLIA is indeed a superb airport as compared to London Heathrow Airport Termina 3, in terms of space, design, ambience. The 100ml liquid/gel restriction was fine with me. But I just don’t get the logic of the 1 bag only rule. When you get through the security check, you can only carry ONE hand luggage. Ladies’ handbags are considered as a hand luggage so you either carry a luggage or just your handbag. If you’re carrying a laptop, which is the case for my sister, she could only carry her laptop bag with her and the laptop has to be out of the bag and carried with your hands. Her handbag has to go into the laptop bag.

    Then, you’ve got to get your shoes scanned.

    After security check, you can have as many bags as you want. I had my handbag into Pappy’s hand luggage as I had another hand luggage to carry. So I transformed from holding just one bag to two. Seriously, what is the point of having 1 bag only policy?

    Anyway, it was all part for the experience. I’m happy that I’m home and though it would be a very tiring day at work tomorrow (judging by the fact that it’s already 2 am now and I’m not sure if I can get back to sleep), I can’t wait to be at my work desk.

    It’s Wednesday but it feels like Monday to me!

    You have a good day!

  • The Holiday

    Gracie will be off for about 2 weeks, starting tomorrow till the end of the month. This is by far the longest leave I’m taking and I’m glad that my boss approves it.

    She’s going to attend her sister’s graduation in Cardiff. And will be flying in to London first before taking a coach to Cardiff which is about 3 hours away.

    Gracie will also be going on a tour to some parts of Britain, Ireland and Scotland. Thanks to Pappy because Gracie could never afford such a trip.

    You take good care.

    I love you.