Little People

Today I got to hang out with a couple of kids for about 2 hours. Here's what we watched:

I found this learning concept quite intriguing. Not sure if it works, but it was fun to watch. It has a resident dog that is the only animal that cannot talk, just like Pluto in Mickey Mouse. And I learnt a new word : Thingamadoodle, which means 'letter' (aka huruf). I think I shall use it =)


Other than that, some notable words from the kids....

"One dollar can buy you a sexy girl!" 

shouted a 6-year-old girl across the room. I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't. Well OK, it was a bit hard to stop myself from saying "Oh my goodness" but I don't think the kids heard me say that. Or if they did, it didn't make any sense to them.

And also....

"Hah you haven't watched Shrek???!!" accompanied by many pairs of (little) wide eyes.

"I don't want to play. I just want to hop around. See? I can hop on one foot. I can also hop backwards on one foot!" followed by a demonstration of wonderful acrobatic skills.

"I want to win...I REALLY want to win!" with a scrunched-up face and fist in the air. We were playing musical chairs.

"Ben 10 is really cool! There's an alien, and a monster and a...." I couldn't understand the rest but he sure was excited about what this Ben 10 could do.

"It's a secret. I must whisper it into your ear..." in response to "What is your name?"



I had lots of fun =)


 

Lazy days...

How I spent the public holiday:

• Looking up what Vesak Day is all about (because I have celebrated this holiday for many years albeit a break, but still have no idea what it is). 
 

• Writing up about low sodium levels, sliding scale insulin and wondering how much of what I THINK I understand is actually correct. I tried to read reputable literature...truly I did. But it got so confusing I sought Wikipedia instead, to lay the foundation. I need a personal tutor. 

• Ironing a thigh-high pile of clothes....I'm only supposed to have 20 pieces of iron-necessary clothes in Singapore...I think that was all 20 I just ironed. 

• Sneezing, sniffling and plugging my nose with tissue so I wouldn't have to reach for tissues every 5 minutes. 

• Listening to the cousins scream, shout, yell, nudge and laugh. 'Shut Up' appears to be their recent favourite word. 

• Discovering something really nice to eat in Singapore! Aunt bought this spicy thing to go with roast chicken, which looks like pickled shredded chilli + sesame seeds + some sour sauce. I have no idea what it really is, but it sure tastes good.   

• Napping =) I'm sick OK.... 

• Downloading Jay Chou songs on Real Player. That was good advice, MessyJane of Sydney/Cheras.

• Wishing I had school holidays for a month too. Mmm the good old days of movie-watching in 1Utama and sleepovers with the gang.  

• Craving for ice cream, sundae-style with choc sauce and HEAPS of choc bits.

• Blogging TWICE in a day.  

Retail Therapy Session #1

Perhaps it's because I haven't been shopping for a dress in a long time.


So when the petite saleslady with long eyelashes and brown hair ala cute Korean-girl style told me their dresses are free-size, I was fascinated. Well OK, I was initially sceptical...but that lasted for about 5 seconds and then I thought "Well this is interesting!".


I picked out 3 dresses to try:

1. A black dress that I can wear to work - because one must always have little black dress for all occasions

2. A white dress with red flowers - because it was different

3. A yellow summer dress - well, because it's yellow....



Verdict?

1. Yellow dress - Too tight waist up

2. White dress - Too tight waist down

3. Black dress - Hmmm, looked promising....until I reached my hand upwards (coz I have to be able to get drugs from top shelves) and felt the limitation, and bent over (coz I also have to get drugs from lower shelves) and....well I couldn't bend over O.o


Not so 'free-size' after all.


So because there was no occasion that involved 'just standing around' to wear the black dress for, I left the shop empty-handed. From that day on, I decided that free-size doesn't really work for dresses because most dresses are not elastic-ky or stretchy, and even if they were, if it has to be stretched to fit, it wouldn't look as nice (unless you're super-skinny, in which case you'd probably fit into the free-size without having to stretch anything anyway) *takes deep breath*


My intellectual thought processes while shopping ;)


 

The P concepts...

I have never been patriotic. Or political. Apart from striving to be politically-correct.


Patriotism. I love my country and all it has to offer. It has variety. In food. In languages and ways to express myself. I can use up to 4 languages in 1 sentence and most people will still understand me. I believe living in Malaysia has automatically instilled in me an awareness and most importantly, an acceptance of different cultures. Different people have different ways of doing things, and it's OK. It's OK/normal to have a Malay neighbour or Indian teacher. And Petronas commercials usually make me cry.


I love all that about my country. But does it mean I'm patriotic? I never thought so. It's my appreciation of what is good in a place. I can do the same about Singapore, or Adelaide, or Melbourne.


But recently, there has been a little feeling growing inside my heart. A feeling of wanting to make a contribution. Possibly a difference or a change, if I allow myself to dream about it. And it's different from wanting to make an impact in general. This feeling is specific. It's for Malaysia only.


Politics? Never felt the need to make any stands. Just sit on the fence and watch. Watch until I know what's going on. Lately I've been wondering...there's wisdom (in waiting), and there's idleness. Up till now, I still don't really understand it. I can't tell if this is acceptable, if this is wise, if silence is the key or whether this is brain-washing. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to choose a stand. To have an opinion and be humble enough to stand to be corrected.


So with all these new thoughts....I ask myself again. Am I patriotic? I still don't know the answer. But perhaps what it is or isn't, is not as important as what I eventually do about it.  

I love being in KL.....

.....For holidays ;)

Not sure if I can live there again just yet, but it sure is nice to catch up with people, see the family and go shopping with the sister. And I'm still a firm believer that KL food is much nicer than what I've found so far in Singapore. I'm not complaining....just mentioning what my country is good for =) Fish head curry....yum.

Went to church with sis and heard a great sermon by one of my favourite people to listen to. And then there was the usher/welcomer at the lift with a grand smile and a hug for me =)

Then I came back and the stress began. Heh. No really. I am truly stressed. Just THINKING about what I will be doing once I get my practising licence. Oh the inadequacy. And hearing stories of first-years staying till 10pm to finish off work is not helping. I refuse to stay past 5.30pm! But perhaps I will have to forgo this ideal until I get up to speed and manage to do better work in good time. Tis gonna be some hard work ahead. But it is achievable!

And I have to finish off assignments....Oh why do I do this to myself? Got licence in Australia not enough, must come back and get one more in another country. WHY? I know full well why...but still.....WHY?

The irrational human mind.....

 ....decides to tune out and learn dance steps to Sorry Sorry instead....

Hmmmm...

Am not sure if I have the right to be disappointed sometimes...

I Dream of Melbourne

Yes I know. I have spent 6 years and 200-odd days in Adelaide, and only a grand total of 5 days in Melbourne in my entire life. But dream of it I do.

Shopping, 

Markets, 

Crazy tram stops,

Musicals 

and 

One of the awesome-mest breakfast smoothies I. HAVE. EVER. HAD.

There's just something about Melbourne...