Time measured differently.

So we've moved to back to my hometown for 6months now. On the 26th of Sept, we had some electricians come to install a new LED tv as well as two ceiling fans. My husband was teaching as usual and needed to be picked up at 1pm. My two fans needs three light bulbs each to light the room as we don't have any standing light nor ceiling lights in the room. I walked out to the shops to buy the light bulbs after realizing that it does not come together with the fan. While I was out, my husband called (I think its about 12pm at the time). And since I forgot to bring my phone with me, my mother took the call and told me he called and that he will wait for me at the bus-stop where I normally pick him up. My electricians also informed me of other complications once I got home. One of the fans has one light outlet missing and the tv wall-mount has some screws missing. In the midst of that conversation, my husband calls again wanting to know if I was on my way yet and I told him to give me a moment and I will call him back since I was in the middle of a conversation with the electricians. The electricians wanted to know if we accepted the missing light bulb (meaning one fan has 3 and the other has 2) which we replied that we indeed minded. According to the fan's manual, the fan should have 3 bulbs and not 2 so if anything were to happen to the fan and we wanted to use the warranty, the manufacturer might not accept it. So we were calling the electrical shop where we bought the fans from as well as trying to get the manufacturer. What seemed like a few moments turned into 20mins. And so, my husband blew up. He said that 20mins is not a moment. And I should have called to tell him it would take longer. He said he doesn't mind waiting, but I should have at least informed him of the wait rather than leaving him in the dark. In my defense, I just wanted to make sure I was clear on my decision and not leave my mum wondering whats going on. I also did not want to leave my mum at home by herself. To which my husband told me that if I didn't trust those electricians then I shouldn't have hired them.

Fast forward to today. Its 6.45pm, the kids has gone home. I asked him if he was hungry and asked him if he wanted to go get some food. He said to give him a second (he was in the middle of Guild Wars). The next time he spoke to me was 7.05pm. I suppose my question is not a pressing matter.


FML

Moooooving:)

We've been in our beloved little studio apartment since May 2009 and in about 16 days, we'll be leaving it forever. We had so much fun furnishing it and adding little touches to make it more into a little love nest for us and now we will be embarking on a whole new journey and a beginning of beginnings. What the future holds we do not know, but I do know I want to do it together with my awesome other half.
Over the past few weeks, we've managed to sell most of our furniture and little things. I even shed some tears when someone took our plants away. We had those plants since they were little things and now they've grown into not so little plants and off they go to a new home. I hope they will like it there as much as we enjoyed their company while they were with us.

We are looking forward to a new surrounding and a new home soon. Apartment 912 will be thought of fondly.

Fragility

I was telling my friend K about another friend of mine E. E was one of my good friend's boyfriend. He was tall, lanky, patient, caring and a good sense of humour. E stayed about 40mins away from his girlfriend and he would drive down often just to spend time with her. On the weekends, he would also come pick all of us up for night out in town (and we were all not staying in the same neighbourhood!) So on the average, I would say he had to drive at least 2hours to get us all together and another 2hours for him to get home. I'm surprised he never complained (at least that I know of). Nor did he stop driving us all. E would also drive all the way to his girlfriend's house every Wednesday (if I remember correctly) to wash her car because she did not enjoy washing the car and I'd like to think that it's also because he wanted her to have a clean, comfortable and nice drive. E had a passion for Japanese cars and Hondas to be exact. He enjoyed 'dressing' the car up with such cool gear with new skirts and new shoes. As a girl, I never could quite understand all those terms and words he used when describing the details, but his girlfriend C did. They've been going out for 7years if not more. His family adored C and they got along very well. Just last month, of all places, I saw a post on my Facebook page, something about E, I went to his page and there was a post about funeral. I confused and awfully shocked when I found out he had passed away in a car accident.


I was told that he died on the spot. I cried the next few days and there was nothing my husband could do to make the awful feeling go away. Even as I'm typing this entry, I'm tearing up as I think about the memories we had, both the good and the bad are irreplaceable. There is no one who can replace him nor is there anything in this world that can take his place. I feel awful that I could not be there to send him off on his last trip and I feel bad that I couldn't be there for C.

Those around you are hard to come by. Your parents are growing everyday just like you and I are. There will be a day when someone in your life will leave you and you won't be prepared for that. What you can do is to spend time with them and make the best memories ever and let them know that they are important and that you are proud of them.

TIU

That's all I can say right now..TIU!

I hate arguments. I hate name calling. I hate ultimatums. I hate coldness. The knife piercing through your heart and then ripping your gut out is an awful feeling.

Being me..

I'm a Malaysian. I'm Chinese and I reside in the US. A lot of people that I've met always assume I'm from China because I'm Chinese, and some think I'm a Malay because I'm Malaysian. I tell them I'm Chinese ethnically and a Malaysian national, which just means I'm a Chinese born in Malaysia.

Not many people know where Malaysia is and I often explain to them that Malaysia is south of Thailand and north of Singapore. I don't think its hard to be me but I do find it hard to explain about the land which I was born in.

Malaysia is made up of 3 major and multiple smaller ethnic groups. The 3 big ones are the Malays, the Chinese and the Indians. Being a Islamic country, there are many out there who assumes we are like the terrorists/al-Qaeda/Taliban and so on. I defend my country telling them that we are not terrorists. We are melting pot of different ethnicity that respects each other and don't discriminate our neighbours. My mum would tell me she was always amazed how little children play with each other and seem to communicate even though we don't speak the same language. My father used to be a spare-part salesman for diesel engines. He used to travel around the country and we would go with him often. On those trips we would play with all the different kids around the many workshops that my father deals with. So I think its safe to say I've played with quite an assortment of kids from different backgrounds.

Unfortunately for me, I don't know how to defend my country and hold my head high when I read disturbing news from home. The incident with the cow's head in Shah Alam, the ban on the use of the word 'Allah', the vandalism on the churches...Its all very disconcerting. I do not believe that any religion tells you to act out this way. But that's only my opinion. Are there any religions out there that justifies those actions?

Recently a friend of mine passed away in a car accident. And being the emotional me, I cried quite a bit and it saddened me that I could not be there to see him off. I was confiding to a friend about the incident to a close friend to mine and she said,'Well, just think of it as he doesn't need to endure Malaysia anymore..'I'm stunned and taken aback. Has the place I grew up morphed into some hideous place? I don't know.

All I ask to anyone that reads this is to respect one another. Put aside your differences and dwell on the similarities. And let's try to make it a better place together.

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Just thought I'd write about the very few things that happened recently that is not an everyday occurence.

My significant other and I watched 2012 yesterday and I cried my eyeballs out. He kept telling me that its just a movie and attempted to reassure me that the world is not coming to an end. I'm upset because my family is on the other side of the planet and even if the apocalypse is not happening tomorrow, I would still like to be close to my family. Needless to say, I'm glad we stumbled upon the free movie online and I didn't have to walk out of a cinema with my red eyes and nose.

We went out for a Korean buffet lunch today. It's about $9 per person and its quite yummy. Woomi Garden in Wheaton has rather good service. The buffet spread was not extensive but it suffice for the rate that they charge. I was in line getting some Kalbi when two older korean women suddenly came right up to me, one on each side. I saw them out of the corner of my eyes but didn't think much of it. After like two seconds, I could feel them breathing down my neck! It wasn't a comfortable arrangement for me. I quickly put down the serving spoon and walked away. I only got two pieces of Kalbi :(

On the way back from lunch at Woomi's, Puff Daddy's featuring Faith Evans "I'll be missing you" started playing on the radio. My significant other proceeded to tell me that Puff Daddy starting rapping because BIG encouraged him. My mind then proceeded to think about different individuals that has passed my life that has made an impact on me. All the reminiscing brought tears to my eyes. RIP Mr Chew and Mr Khoo..You are greatly missed and will always be thought of fondly..

So we got back home and I was going through my violin pieces when I heard sirens on the street below. Its not unusual to hear sirens where our apartment is but I stopped what I was doing as I wouldn't be able to hear what I was playing anyway. The fire engines were racing down the street and stopped right in front of out building. I was wondering what was going as I didn't see anything across the street and the fire alarm in our building was going off. I continued to watch with fascination and through my observation(;P), it was the house across the street was in need of help. I did not see any flames but there lots of smoke coming out of the top floor window. The ladders came out, windows were smashed and water everywhere...I still didn't see any flames..just smoke..