being a malaysianMay 22, 2008 10:40 pm

Here in my home

Here in My Home

Haven’t been home since CNY. Watching this video does make me feel better :) Check out Malaysian Artistes for Unity :)

Malaysia is not the Malaysia as portrayed by ST - where we live in backward kampungs, short of sugar, flour, rice and run towards lorries which provide aid. We are not in some political riot all the time.

Excerpt from the canteen today:

sze: Honestly, one of the biggest insults I’ve gotten in my 6 years in Singapore is the classic "You don’t speak like a Malaysian" line. Wahlau, what does a Malaysian sound like?

colleague-who-shall-not-be-named: But you really don’t speak like a Malaysian what.

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self reflectionMay 16, 2008 11:23 pm

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self reflection, being an urbaniteMay 14, 2008 11:07 pm

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

~Robert Frost

As I shared with a friend my relationship with the city, he directed me to this.

As I read it, my heart skipped a beat.

Does yours skip too, you city dweller you?

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friends, self reflectionMay 6, 2008 8:01 am

in transition

Over the weekend, my girlfriends have shown me again and again that true friends stand by your side in times of need. Even when you tell them that there is no need to do so. Packing up my things till 3am on a Saturday night, listening to my incessant whines over the weeks, sending heartwarming messages throughout the weekend, offering a place to crash, and the list goes on.

"Thank you" is hardly sufficient.

So I’ve moved out, and it’d be another 3 weeks before I can move into my new place and call it home. In the meantime, work continues to be crazy, but thanks to all the help I got over the weekend, I can finally concentrate on it proper now.

Oh, and if I were a punter, I’d look for those ‘number’ books (the ones with the lottery numbers indicated with every item imaginable?) and look up the lottery number for an orange. I had a very smooth, efficient and pleasant experiences with both my lease agent and self-storage space operator. Coincidentally, both companies have the word ‘orange’ in their names :)

Back to work now - thinking of martinis and steak sandwiches at Morton’s :P

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self reflectionMay 1, 2008 5:07 pm

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