My grandma

Loving – Kind – Friendly – Determined – Independent – Courageous – Systematic.

These are among the many virtues that my popo posses and have persistently practiced through out her life. Her love for her children and grandchildren is limitless. Her kindness is never prejudiced by race, gender or even age. Her ability to create conversation and be friendly with people and even strangers made her well known in my neighborhood – more so among the taxi drivers. Her determination burns like fire within her thus even her old age and weak legs can never deter her from calling a taxi and travel around town. No doubt with her condition, we were constantly worried about her safety especially with the increase of snatch theft around Subang, however her courageous character never deterred her from doing what she has set her mind to.

Being the youngest in the family of two brothers and five cousins, it is normally assumed that I’d receive preferential treatment. On the contrary, this was never the case for my popo, as she loved and spoilt us all equally. Her memory surpasses ours as she would diligently remember all our birthdays and our favorite food – whereas, us younger generations rely on mobile reminders or PDAs. More often than not, she would go through the hassle to prepare our favorite dishes for dinner which, by the way, involves a systematic process that must be followed to achieve the desired outcome. I never did follow her instructions as it took up time…however; I’m starting to make it a point to practice her style of cooking as it is a skill that she has passed down and a legacy that will endure through time.

She is definitely an admirable character, and her achievement in life can be portrayed through our love and loyalty towards her.

Flies (extract from my previous blog)

Flies...I hate them! >.<

In regard to my extreme dislike towards these vile insects, I’ve taken the liberty to investigate the mysterious occurrence of their unrelenting persistence to disrupt privacy!

Day One
The question is…WHY are flies attracted to human beings?
Is it because of our body odor? Could it be the color of our clothes?
Hence, my first attempt to solve this obscurity, I decided to take a long walk around the bay WITHOUT any deodorant (may God have mercy). Even though I wasn’t astonished by the sudden attack of the swarm of flies, I was horrified by the number and their diligence in annoying me.
Conclusion for day one: Use deodorant!

Day two
I sprayed on my trusty Rexona deodorant and left the house smelling “Mountain Fresh”.
The weather was particularly pleasant today and unlike previous days the wind was forceful and yet it felt extremely relaxingly. I was surprised that even with my weight, the wind was capable of blowing me off the bridge – literally. Thankfully, I had a firm grip onto the railing which reduced the risk of facing my fear of swimming in waters where I can’t see the bottom.
Anyway let us get back to more pressing matters. Using deodorant today does seem to handle the pesky problem, however I was not satisfied by their sudden dismissal, there was something going on and I need to find out.
Conclusion for day two: Use deodorant.

Day three
AHA!! I knew it! My intuition never fails me! THE FLIES ARE BACK!! And they brought another army to back them up! My mountain freshness was unable to restrain them from me. Every garbage bin and poo I walked by seem to increase the intensity of the party that has been going on around my head since I crossed the bridge. I was getting dizzy. I felt faint. I needed water…What is so good about me that flies just couldn’t resist bugging the hell out of me? I mean, who would give up poo over some girl for crying out loud!?
Conclusion for day three: it has occurred to me that deodorant doesn’t help keep off these pesky flies except to maintain my mountain freshness every time I sweat.

Day four
It must have been the strong winds that day that prevented them from interfering in peoples’ lives. Maybe someone should create a device – a hat with a fan or a fly proof armor, I bet they will be able to establish a successful cash/ profit generating company.
Conclusion for day four: Staying home and coming up with assumptions will never lead to anywhere fruitful. I have the leave the house if I want to do a proper research!
Dang! I have to face my nemesis again!

Day five
Now I know why people who live here “exercise” so frequently. It’s because they are trying to run away from these flies! It has to be the reason! That’s the only way the flies can’t catch up...
I attempted a run around the bay; unfortunately my stamina allowed me to barely reach the end of the bridge where I had to stop and gasp for air. Before I knew it, the flies attacked!
Conclusion for day five: I’m not going out there anymore! At least until the winds come back to Sydney.

Day six
O my god! I saw the cutest thing!
There was thing guy. He was holding a small twig. The twig had a few leaves. It looked rather pathetic come to think of it. But anyway, this guy was using that twig to brush those blasted flies away! That man is a genius!!

Day seven
It’s salt! They are attracted to our salty sweat.
Hmm...maybe I’ll try smothering myself with honey and see if we are correct.
Nah...I doubt i'm in the mood for more adventures...especially with bees!

Dear Life

“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know when YOU WILL GET EATEN!”

I suppose that can be my distinguishing line as I commonly apply it to my obsessive compulsion to regard people around me as untrustworthy until proven otherwise – which (unfortunately) is highly unlikely.

The part about life being as sweet as chocolates can be rather deceiving in my point of view – then again I may be contradicting myself again – I see and understand that life is a gift from God as a token of His love for us hence it should be celebrated and lived to its fullest potential. However, life is NEVER sweet and simple as we hoped, as God (as His token of His love…) occasionally tests our potentials and capacities. Sometimes I feel that He has high expectations on me as the tests that I face in life tends to stray on a path which leads me to failure…however contrary to my thoughts, He has been kind and the only reason why I feel dejected and demoralized about my own un-achievements is because I was on a verge of giving up all hope and faith in Him and myself.

Do you agree that in life our experiences whether bad or good is balanced? i.e. we experience an equal amount of sufferings as well as happiness. Nevertheless being human we tend to focus on the negative aspects of our lives hence giving us an impression that our life sucks more so than others. In a way, we are creating more misery for ourselves because we befriended self pity.

What the devil am I talking about? Beats me…its life! Nothing is what it seems…