Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My Guilt Package.

Location: mommy & daddy's office, Ipoh.

Unknowningly, I was consciously dragged to attend mom and dad's weekly business meeting. I did occasionally join their functions like that recognition night thing, that product launching thing, that port dickson thing, etc, but i'm not much of a regular in their weekly meetings...

They are now discussing their trip to Cameron which I am conveniently busy with my very tough 3rd sem. I'm gona miss their Phuket Fantasy trip too coz I don't see the need to show up since bro's not gona be there. Yea, surprise. Not much of a people person... now.

My BFF Wai Tsin told me that I've changed. Like totally different from the hot, sporty, out-going gal that sat beside her in class for 4 years... If you were to see YiJun lost or loitering in those dark alleys, please bring her back to me.

Anyhoo, my guilt package finally arrived this year.

What's my guilt package you ask?

Before that, I'll have to talk about the chinese custom where people like to find godfathers & godmothers for their children... For me, I'm very lucky to have 3 godmothers, 2 godfathers , godbrothers and godsisters. Yes yes, surrounded by love and everything... lucky me.

One of my godparents are pretty loaded and every year, they (or their clerk) will send a RM100 angpow to me since I don't normally see them alot. Yet, everytime I open the package sent to me (under Direct Circle... - Tan family's inside joke), I felt this heavy heavy guilt and not to mention acid influx tumbling in my stomach... I feel that I'm using them... getting their money for nothing...

Well, chinese new year's just around the corner. haven't start tidying up and decorating the house. Darn... Mom's starting to get on my nerves...


p/s: going to Sunway this Friday!! Cheer Ray and that Low Lee Yin.... totally swt la you people...

Tuesday, January 29, 2008


Location: Bro's Room, Ipoh.

Since i've been home, my parents slacked when it comes to the doggie maintenance department (coz if not, I'd be doing nothing at home...). Since I lurve my Pipi Boy, I'll carry out the normal routine of bathing (once/week), playing with him, daily meals and the regular tidbits that everyone enjoy giving him...


The shampoo he used smells really nice, kinda like those baby shampoos on the market. If not for that dog pic on the label of the dog shampoo, people might just use it as body shampoo...


Then there's the clothes. There are oh so many choices of doggie's clothes, accessories for those really rich owners who have tooo much free time to spend to decorate their pets...

There are sites like just to feed the increasing demands:
http://www.thepet-boutique.com/
http://www.dogbedstore.com.au/


It might be safe to say that the dogs owned by some rich family are living better lives than those ill stricken African kids who are currently dying of famine and extreme poverty. The issue is that WHY are people today (especially those rich spoilt heiresses) like to humanize those poor little things? Could thise be one of those urban mental diseases that are caused by social pressures?

we have....



http://adsneeze.com/advert/diesel-advert


They have


http://www.dieseldoggie.net/


IF ever you're not convinced, check this out...


People.. are seriously going CRAZY. But yes, I still love my Pipi.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

My 100th Post!!

Location: (MUM-LIB-T8) Monash Lib's Computer Lab.

YES! According to the statistic from Blogger.com, this is my 100th post!


This is a milestone for me. Thinking back what I wrote… BOY can I crap! I went to stay over in Sher Yen’s place for the weekend (from sat night til Monday morning) and it was a blast!

The main purpose I traveled from Ipoh to KL was to meet my college classmates because many of them will be leaving for Australia and this meant that I won’t be able to see them in a very very very long time, a year at the very least. So Sher Yen, the planner mapped out the entire agenda from 2pm – late night.

The initial idea was

After Lunch – Karaoke in JJ Aeon, Bukit Tinggi.
Dinner – In a restaurant near Bayu.
After Dinner - Mamak in Subang.
After Mamak – Clubbing near Pyramid.
After Clubbing - Mamak.

After Mamak, she planned to let us all crash in her house…

Yea, a little too ambitious huh? We followed through anyway. Except that we left out the part where we need to pay an entrance fee of 45++/pax and this does not necessarily mean that we will be lucky enough to just get into the already too crowded bar. On a Saturday night, there’s only amateurs like us would even think of hitting the clubs (thank you Darren for the tip though).






To make matters worse, Yen’s car tire got punctured but fortunately Darren came to the rescue. Since Yin Siang, Tat Long, Shan Yi and Lawrence suggested Asia Café, Darren brought the bunch of us (Sher Yen, Joyce, Sim Yee and Me) all the way from Klang to SS15.








We chatted and talked til about 12am and we parted ways. Actually, I wish to make it more dramatic coz it’ll be the last time I really see them (those who’ll be going to Australia in Feb) and believe it or not, I’m gona miss them…




Anyhoo, these are some pictures we took during the one day trip... Though I haven't receive the pics from Joyce's, Sim Yee's and Darren's VERY fancy cam.






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Anyways, since this is the 100th Post, I make a little recap of what I did in the past month besides wasting my time away growing mushrooms in bro's room while watching Journeyman, Gossip Girl, Chuck and Reaper...

There's Gram's birthday.




We brought her to Farm House, a place near Puan Maziah's Tuition Center where they have this steamboat porridge. It's actually just like the normal steamboat but what's different is that people can choose to use the normal chicken soup as the base or they can use porridge as the base to boil stuff in.








Since Grandma haven't try it before, my little cousin Wen Hong and I brought her there as a pre-birthday celebration. We celebrated her birthday over a simple lunch with my Eldest Auntie and her family, My Uncle's Family, My sixth Grandauntie, Mommy and Me (and it ain't as easy translating the names from mandarin to eng).

**p/s: I feel really weird right about now, blogging in the library. That's why I would normally use the comp labs in building 6...**

And then there's when I taught Wen Hong how to drive.

It was especially exciting knowing that she'll be taking her driving test on the following day. Judging on the way she drove, I was not exactly shocked to know that she passed the next day. This is because I didn't do well (actually, the car died on me just before the traffic light turned green when I took it out for a spin with the pegawai sitting casually next to me) and I passed! Hurrah for the JPJ in Malaysia!! Oh yea. I finally knew WHY bro's so pissed when he was teaching me how to drive... It can be really frustrating sometimes...











Oh, and I brought Wen Hong (just in case you didn't know, she's like a sister to me...) for her very first facial~ Only to find out later that the technique the beautician used made my face worse when I went for a session.

























On a totally different topic here, mom and I brought Pipi out to get his license and his routine jab of antibiotics and meds to control his rashes.








The vets said that his condition can never be cured and so we'll have to bring him there once every 2 weeks just to control his skin allergy.







Since i'm writing about my darling Pipi, I thought of just snapping some of the tidbits that he normally enjoys.




























--- Finally Got It Right! ---

So folks, after tons of pics I posted, to top this off, here are some random pics!

The Day I fell in love.

It was hard NOT to! Thanks Vien!!

Yet Natural! (like no make up only)

My New Smell.

Sweet.

Everyone, including Grandma got so excited...

In a Medical Clinic, Hill City, Ipoh.

In a Medical Clinic, Hill City, Ipoh.

In a Medical Clinic, Hill City, Ipoh.

Public telephone that I haven't been using for ages.