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I like this song too. A song from the Taiwanese Hokkien drama series, “???“? A series I used to follow when I was unemployed. It is so good! Who introduced it to me? My mum! Now that I’m employed and working, I’ve got no time to watch it because when it is aired on the tv, I’ll be on the road, beating the jam. Now I come home every night to greet Buletin Utama on TV3 because I don’t even have the time to get a newspaper, except for The Sun, which I could get from the guard house but then today there wasn’t any Sun. So, it’s not so bright. Haha!

I’ve got a new friend today. Aku tengok dia macam tiada kawan so I kawan dia. =d>

Drove boss out for lunch today. So scared. Cos I’ve never drove a boss before. =d>

Someone mistakenly called my mobile number, looking for someone who is not me, Tracy. After telling him he dialed the wrong number, he asked for my name. And because I sounded too nice to someone who dialled a wrong number, he ended up calling me after that for 3 freaking times and I did not answer the phone because I couldn’t feel the phone vibrate.

When he called for the 4th time, I answered, wanting to tell him and remind him that he has got the wrong person. However, he started the conversation with, “Can I talk to the girl who is not Tracy?”

I was stupid to entertain him further. He told me it is not a prank call. (Made me think of hitz.fm in an instant because every morning I’ll be listening to prank calls on the radio. Thought I was made a victim! Heh!)He asked if he could meet me for dinner when he is in KL or do I have a site that we could exchange pictures.

I’m not comfortable in meeting strangers like that and don’t you think it’s a little too far stretching to be talking to someone for the first time and asking me things like that? Better so if he is reading this because I just want to say I’m sorry for not answering your call today even though you called for 3 freaking times again. You may be a nice person but I’ve got to be bad this time.

I hope you get to find your Tracy. I’m sure she’s much cuter than I am.

I don’t know if it’s a good choice to listen to traffic reports on the radio because it was reported yesterday that it was a standstill all the way from Puchong to Bandar Utama. A standstill for that long stretch of road is unimaginable. I decided to take a different highway, a road in which I’m not too sure of myself but decided to take it anyway. Before I knew it, I exited at the wrong highway and the sign says “Sungai Besi”.

I didn’t know what highway it is. I know I passed by Bandar Kinrara, then the roundabout at the Equestrian place, was jammed after the roundabout so I decided to take the left junction which I wasn’t sure where it would lead me to. Asal tak jam lah. I ended up somewhere near The Mines, find myself along Sungai Besi highway but in the wrong direction!!!

Trying to find a U-turn and U-turn doesn’t necessarily be on the right lane, sometimes, it’s on the left lane, a flyover U-turn so I drove on the middle lane. I suddenly caught sight of the God-sent U-turn and I had to cut queue for if I went straight, I’ll be going back to Putrajaya which is where I came from in the first place.

After that, I was on the right side of Sungai Besi highway. It was surprisingly smooth, except for a man who was walking in the dark on the left lane, towards the direction of the incoming cars. Crazy ah?

I wasn’t scared anymore because I know my way back. Hello Federal Highway. Hello Kerinchi Link and Hello Sprint Highway. Then, it was home sweet home.

That took me an hour and a half. No jam but it feels so long. I’m not sure to feel happy or sad.

And so, I was telling my friend about my adventure and he said, “Grace, adventure is meant for two people, not alone.”

And because of that I didn’t blog last night because I was very tired. Have to cook dinner when I got home. Wanted to cook Maggi so much because I was sooooo hungry but told myself to cook a proper meal, cook rice.

Early this morning, a friend said, “Grace, today no blog.”

Which is why I’m giving you a long one today so that tomorrow you’ll tell me, “Grace, today’s blog so long!”

My name is Crazy.

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Ducky, it’s going to be just you and me. You and me. I think we’ll be just fine, don’t you think so, Mr.Wall?

Early in the morning, someone asked if I did become a ham bao. I said not yet and think maybe I won’t. I’m still perfectly fine as of writing this. I did not cry when mum called just now.

Thank you for all the “how are yous”.

Now, let me teach you some new terms. Iris taught me a few of them. This is what they speak over there. She calls it “cute words”.

badminton = badders

tired = knackered

down a drink = neck it

that’s very nice = that’s well nice

Cast all your fears into the sky
I’m gonna make it on my own

One thing I like about my job is that I get to get in touch with Chinese language all over again. Knowing Chinese is also one of the reasons I was being offered the job. All I can say is I’m thankful that Pappy decided to send me to Chinese school and that I continued taking Chinese Language as a subject from Form 1 till Form 5. Iris gave up Chinese when she was in Form 3 because she hated it. It’s tough but I continued anyway because sometimes I love to challenge myself.

Both my parents are English-educated and they do not read or write Chinese. Pappy has always wanted to know what the Chinese Press is talking about, each time he flips open a Chinese newspaper. Because he couldn’t understand a word of it, he wants his daughters to be able to read it the next time. And that is why he wanted to send us to chinese school.

Mummy on the other hand was worried for she fears that if she sent me to a Chinese school, she may not be able to guide or teach me if I ever face difficulties in my studies. I went to a Chinese kindergarten for 2 years from 5 to 6 years old and I enjoyed it I would say. We were made to pin a handkerchief on our uniforms. We have two kinds of uniform. Formal and casual. We sing every morning before class starts and at the end of class. Singing the song before we go back was fun because the minute we hit the last note, we zoom out of the classroom.

After completing kindergarten, Mummy was contemplating whether to send me to a Chinese school or Malay/English school. As she was indecisive, she registered me under two schools. My birth certificate bears two stamps of both the schools. Funny or not?

I went to both schools too. I first went to St.Monica. Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan. Kelas Satu Daisi. The boy who sat next to me was Alvin. See? I still remember my neighbour so well. But I didn’t really enjoyed school because the language used was different. During kindergarten, the teachers spoke Mandarin and it was also during kindergarten that I pick up Cantonese. So when the teacher spoke in Bahasa Malaysia, I could still understand but it just felt so weird. Mummy could sensed that I was a fish out of water.

I only lasted 7 days in St.Monica. Mummy then took me to Chi Hwa. Sekolah Rendah Jenis Kebangsaan (Cina). That also Mummy did it out of her gut feelings. Mummy asked a girl, my classmate to take care of me and guess what? During recess, she took me by my hand and brought me round the school. So, every recess, we would hold hands. Her name is Renee. I have not met her since until I bump into her in a church a few years ago (went there because a friend wanted me to be there for their christmas performance).

It was also during Primary One in which I got my first admirer. He would write me a three character note. I love you, in Chinese and fold the paper and put it in my pencil case. Each time I read it, I feel very scared. I don’t expect someone to do that and it’s certainly too young for me to have a guy to do such a thing to me. To stop him from professing his love, I would pretend to cry. (Heads down on your crossed hands, on the table, that’s what all the budak perempuan kecik would normally do.) It works. His name is Stephen. I have not met him since then.

It was only normal for me to continue taking Chinese as a subject as I went on to high school. Everything was taught in Bahasa Malaysia but I began to adapt to it. I’m not very good in Chinese, more so after graduating from high school, I sort of lost touch a bit. There are times when I don’t remember how to write certain words.

Now that I’m required to understand both language, English and Chinese, to be able to do my job better, I’m taking the opportunity to brush up my Chinese because there is just so much to learn. I would never stop improving my English as well because sometimes I feel that when I write, it is starting to become a little broken.

One thing’s for sure, if I ever have kids, they would go to Chinese school and that is final. Learning Chinese, or learning any additional language is always an advantage. You get to listen to Chinese songs, understand the lyrics (they are just so different from English songs) and so on. I just want to say Chinese is a very beautiful language.

A friend of Mummy is married to a Japanese and she sends her only son to a Chinese school, unlike his sisters who attends Japanese International School. This boy speaks English, Japanese and Mandarin and I think that is so cool.

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;))

because she’s going back on Monday.

When she goes back, I will surely cry one.

Because I cannot get to wave her goodbye every morning as I leave the house and she would be standing at the kitchen, waving back to me.

Because I cannot honk her every evening when I get back from work and she’ll be at the kitchen cooking.

Because I cannot kiss her in the morning, through the half-closed door after having home-cooked breakfast.

Because there is no one to scold and nag me, no matter how I hate it sometimes.

And when I come home from work everyday starting Monday, I’ll talk to the wall at night.

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Thank you God for giving me a friend at work.

Today I helped her to move her monitor and also her chair, which she claimed too heavy to be lifted across the table with a monitor above it. Gracie did the moving and she was impressed with Gracie’s strength.

;))

Just discovered that she’s born in the year of the Rat, same as Iris. Iris is three years younger than me but she’s a Rat since she’s born before Chinese New Year. So, she’s like my sister.

And she told me she loves mushroom cream soup. Exactly the same like Iris. She loves mushroom cream soup too.

I’m her English teacher and she’s my Chinese teacher.

I only know if either one of us go out separate ways, I will sure cry one.