"Papa, when you were small ..."

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On Christmas eve, I wanted to ask my father if he celebrated Christmas when he was young. I started the conversation with ...

me: "Papa, when you were small..." I noticed my dad trying his best to shrink smaller *imagine two hands in front of him with close fists, a pose one usually do when they are cold*

me: "Pa, what are you doing?"
papa: "How small? This small?" *uses the thumb and forefinger to indicate a specific size*
me: -__-;;

Anyways, later that evening we went for dinner at a western restaurant, well not pure western since they have fried rice and all that kind of local food as well but western was their main forte. My dad wanted to order the Christmas special set (expensive) and a simple fried rice (cheap) to share with my mother, that way they can try both and even up the price. Heh... but the waiter commented that they only served western food for these two days, Christmas occasion. Fine, no fried rice then. Surprise, surpise, I wanted to eat my favourite food, spaghetti and once again he said "today we have western food only." -.-;; Okay, umm.. I'm assuming spaghetti is Italian? Not Western? @__@ Fine, I flip the menu to the front where all the chops are and ordered "Grilled Chicken with Italian Sausage" He answered "Okay, one grilled chicken with italian sausage." That's so unfair, he should say "sorry, no italian sausage we going to replace it with western sausage instead." Blah.

Last but not least,

A crappy mini Christmas tree made from parsley (parsley from three different plates of food), with this I hereby wish everyone Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~!

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It's sad

It's sad when you don't update your own blog.
It's sadder when you don't update your own blog when you actually have the time to do so but gave in to laziness.

but ...

It's the saddest when you neglect your blog until the url is not listed in the drop down menu of address.

It's just sad. (-_-)

Peacock or turkey on fire?

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I took this photo on the way back from Secret Resipe with my camera phone yesterday. The traffic light turned red, naturally we had to stop. It was my dad who saw it first, so I took out my phone and took a picture of it. By the time the lights turned green the peacock/turkey on fire was gone.

Happy Birthday! *throws confetti*

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The picture says it all. :) It was yesterday though, 4th Nov. Cappuccino Cheese from Secret Resipe. *yummy* Wonders what's the secret though... Anyways, may my dearest papa be happy and healthy always. That's not too much to ask is it?

Now now, don't steal my father's birthday cake even though it's just a photo.

It's been a great two days. Selamat Hari Raya to the fellow Muslims. Hey, I am no Muslim but no one said only Muslims can celebrate and be happy on Raya, right? Yup, one of the great things of being a Malaysian. So, let's see... instead of rendang and ketupat, it was pizza and wine. lol... I know those are not exactly Malaysian food but hey, it's not like we eat italian food everyday, only on special occasion. *giggles* My mom's face was as red as tomato just slightly into the second glass of wine. *grumbles* How come I didn't think of taking a picture of her then. I drank two full glass and was pretty happy throughout the night. Frankly, a glass of real good coffee makes me happier than a glass of wine. Caffeine over alcohol anytime! And to end the night with an episode of House was perfecto~!

As for the second day of Raya which also happens to be my dearest papa's birthday, all the more reason to celebrate! Instead of "Lam Mee" for the birthday "man", he got spaghetti. Now you must be wondering why all the italian food? Partly due to my little own selfishness since I treat the whole family to Secret Resipe and my mom insist on my dad eating mee as a symbol of longlivity and spaghetti was the closest thing you can get. See, we still practice our traditions ... just well, modifying it a little bit. *winks* I ate Japanese Soba and one might ask why my dad did not have this instead, at least it's more asia-ish. Reason being... soba is not as long as spaghetti! Haha... *sudden thought-> ska (a friend) :"lame."* -__-;; He's the only person who calls me that when we chat. *urgh.. shoo away the thought*

Anyway, two great days, one great family.

National Sad Day

The prime minister's wife pass away today. As weird as it may sound, I feel kind of sad about it. I mean I don't know her personally, only through newspapers and television but I feel sad about it. I voiced it out to my aunt and my sister and even they also agreed with me. I just feel the need to post an entry today yet I have no idea what to say. Maybe I'll think of something while I bathe later. *sigh*

Heaven and hell, which you rather be in?

That's the current state of the place I'm working. The company occupied the 2nd floor of the building when I was training there two months ago. Now I'm back as a temporary staff for a month to earn some extra cash. The company has also expanded downstairs and now occupy a section of the ground floor as well. Ironically, the ground floor department is also the hell part of the company where everyone is currently rushing to complete a project. Late nights, extreme pressure with a short-fuse devil running the place. Now picture heaven upstairs, where everyone is doing things at their own pace, datelines are negociatable, you still have a hawk eyeing at you, making sure you're not slacking too much but otherwise it is still heaven compared to the condition downstairs. Where would you rather be?

I told my dad about this and he told me the theory of "you always worry about two things in life". When you're alive, you worry that you might get sick or worst still you might die. When you're sick you worry whether you will ever get better or then again you might die. Finally you're dead and you worry whether you'll be going up heaven or down to hell. When you end up in heaven you thought all your worries will be gone but then again what happens when all your friends happens to be in hell? In the end, sometimes people prefers to go to hell just to be with people they know, shaking hands with friends.

This is the same case. I'm up in heaven, bored to death. Staring at the computer, feeling sleepy at times, feeling unimportant since I'm not pressured to perform. Sometimes I go down and visit hell where everyone I work with during internship training is currently is down there working their ass off. You feel the energy going around, the drive making you work and perform. It's even ironic that the devil likes me a lot, my friends always say I got a pinch of evil in me *shrugs* but I didn't get sent to work down in hell because of my short time here, they already started the project before I came in and it will take time for me catching up things, by then my one month might be up. So what's the point?

Then again, I'm not here to promote how wonderful hell is. Hell being hell, everyone down there has gone bonkers. A previous colleague of mine who work with me when I train a few months ago has turned into a grumpty gal, not to mention it's fasting time. As the saying goes, "a hungry man is an angry man". When you're in a team, you'll have a sense of responsiblity. Therefore, no matter how much you dislike it, you'll end up working late nights, come in on Sundays to complete your work and all with an angry devil behind your back, ready to pounce on you anytime.

So, heaven and hell, which you rather be in?

D.E.N.G.U.E

Dengue fever is on the rise especially here in Penang and everyone is worried about it. What's more, I get at least five mosquito bites every night I stay up late, sitting in front of my computer. I'm lucky nothing has happen to me or my family and are taking more precaution on this matter. Imagine if five mosquito bites comes from the same mosquito and if that is an aedes mosquito I'll be dead soon. Therefore, mosquito sprays are very much in used right now, though I dislike using it due to enviromental factors I figure I have to save myself before I can save the world. T__T