Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Limited Part 2

Originally this post was meant to be a second part about my limited resources, however today's incident hit me right through the soul, and it fits the title perfectly - limited.

Few months ago, I found a little mountain protruding out of my back neck, I consulted the doctor at the dermatologist, she said it was an infection and I was given antibiotic, kurang bengkak and tahan sakit. It disappeared after a week, but I can still feel there's something underneath my skin. Since it didn't give me any trouble I ignored it.

Before I went to China, the mountain came back again and it's more painful than before. Hence I went to the clinic. The doctor said it's a boil or bisul in Malay. I was given the same medication. Disappeared after a week.

Few days ago, the boil got swollen for the third time and this time, 2 more boils surfaced and my finger also got swollen. Mum and I got really worried, we went to the emergency at QE. I told the female malay doctor everything about it. 

You know what's her reply?
She said she can only give me the same thing, antibiotic, pain killer and anti swelling. Her cold unsympathetic look made the situation even worse.

I told her again, I've taken it before, it obviously didn't help. This is the THIRD time for F sake. I told her I need a surgery to remove the tumour thing growing inside my neck.

She said the surgery department won't accept me. She said I don't have any fever, my neck only swells a little bit, and there is no pus (脓). I was shocked to hear that.

So do you mean I need to wait until the thing grow into the size of a golf ball, with pus oozing out everywhere and I get high fever, then you will remove that thing from my neck? I was so effing pissed and frustrated and started to break down.

I asked her, so what if it comes back for the fourth time? Fifth time? 
Then her answer infuriates me to the max.

She said, I've met a similar patient like you, was fifth time, I gave him/her the same thing. The surgery department wouldn't accept.

So am I suppose to just leave it like that? The thing IS STILL INSIDE! I asked her again, boiling inside. 

She didn't reply and started prescribing me my medication. Guess what. Same 3 things.
That damn doctor didn't even bother to touch or have a look at my neck.

I was left speechless at that moment, my eyes burned like hell, tears won't stop dropping.

Looking at the medications, I felt a strong sense of hopelessness. Suddenly I felt so small, I felt so weak, I am a mere human.  I couldn't let my mum take me to the private hospital, even a minor surgery could cost thousands. I couldn't let that happen.

At this point, nothing could help me anymore. Medication is limited, human power is limited. So God came across my mind. 

For the first time in ever, I sit down quietly and deliberately prayed for His hand of healings. . For I have lost faith in human, I didn't know where to look for. I have a debate with myself before, there's no such thing as 100% faith, even when human get sick, we still need to see doctors and medication. For me, seeing a doctor is putting 50% faith on human and the rest on God. So if his power is so almighty, let this sickness prove me wrong. I need a strong testimony to prove that. 

Please pray for me. Let this tumour growing inside my neck be forever gone and never come back.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Limited Part 1

I was inspired to write this post back in July/August when we were staying at the apartment. I was procrastinating cause when I have to write a post, firstly I need to be inspired, secondly I need to sit up straight right in front of the computer, I can't do it using my phone, I hate typing with phone although you can practically do anything with it. Bigger important things like email, buying air tickets, or any money transactions, I would prefer using a computer or laptop with huge bright screen and keyboard. Oh and thirdly, my brother is watching the tv, so the tv territory is occupied. 

Back to our story, in platinum apartment, everything was limited. Let's start with the space shall we. I'd mentioned this in my previous post in chinese, but I'm gonna mention it again - it's freaking damn SMALL.

Some people have no trouble living in an apartment, but we did. Most probably we already get used to bigger area.

I'll let the pictures do the talking.


Tada! Welcome to our home. This is my dad's stepsister's house. Since she's not in KK, so she offered to let us stay here. Thank God for this temporary house, plus it was so near to our house. Or else we needed to rent. It was a total mess as you can see. Because the drying area was too small, we had to make a temporary hanging thing for the clothes to be dried. The two rooms were occupied by my step-aunt's stuff. My mom and dad slept in the master bedroom, the only room with air-conditioning, hence the 2 mattresses on the floor. So this is our living room cum bedroom cum dining area.


This was where we cooked for almost 2 months. It was torture I tell ya. There was only 1 gas stove. So we can only cook 1 dish at a time. My mum and I always bumped into each other. That's the door leading to the drying area. It couldn't be opened completely due to the storage stand you see there. Oh can you see the small refrigerator covered with white cloth? It was a headache as well. As a baker, I have lots of things needed to be refrigerated. So every day, we need to rearrange everything, and we cannot stock up on our food or ingredients. Must be finished after every meal, and sometimes we didn't. You understand my pain now?


Every time we took bath, water splashed every where. The tissue was soaked in water.


The small drying area I mentioned earlier. The ventilation of this apartment was really bad. No direct sunlight and very humid. How were we supposed to dry all those thick clothes and jeans?

1 more thing also limited, parking space. Each house was only given 1 parking lot. So what happened to our second car? Thank God Hallelujah Jesus Christ, we got a free non-occupant parking near to our unit. 

Apart from the limited space, we also had to bear with limited data. My dad likes to watch videos, in fact ever since he got his smart phone, he never watch tv anymore. He didn't have a plan, my mum's 1.5g data obviously not enough for him to share with. Therefore, my brother had to sign up for a plan. Not enough, I signed up with a plan as well. Still not enough. Had to ask him to watch less videos. With so many things to watch on the web, there will never be enough.

So yea, through this experience, I learned about limits. It's like going back to year 2007 again when  mum first signed up the cheapest wifi plan, it was only RM77. That time there was only 2 hours per day. So my brother and I made a deal, 1 hour for him, 1 hour for me. And surprisingly, we adhered to that deal very strictly. My goodness, we were so good back then. If now, I don't know how to live with 1 hour wifi a day. There's a saying that goes like this, people nowadays breathe wifi. Couldn't agree more.

Anyhow, it is only when we are limited that we start to be grateful. Hence, I thank God that now we are no longer confined to limited space or internet data usage. Praise the Lord Hallelujah!

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Sense of Belonging

Woah, it's been 3 months since I've updated this blog. 

Couldn't fall asleep, damn brain, hence I'm writing this now, hopefully I'll be able to sleep after expressing all my inner thoughts through words.

This year, I conquered my fear of going out and meet people. I made myself active by joining toastmasters and dancing. I thought I would be happy. For a while, I did. And then my damn brain started to become depressed again.

Looking at pictures of a group of happy people together makes me feel lonely. In toastmasters, I felt happy. But certain times, these aunties will have their own outing or yam cha, without me. 

Then, I looked at pictures of my dancing school mates. They were so cheerful together with their vibrant dancing costumes and makeups. I was not part of it. 

Both situations are the same. These 2 bunch of people have been together for a long long time. I feel like I couldn't fit in, just like old days again. The first group is a bunch of aunties, most of them in their 50s or 60s.I knew some of these aunties' children. Some of them have become grandparents. Obviously I'm not in the same generation with them. Along the journey, I've met a lot of toastmasters from other club. Some clubs have very young people and I can see these bunch of young adults were having so much fun together. I started to wonder, did I join the wrong club? 

As for the dancing school, it's exactly the opposite. Too young. These youngster have been training for years, they are very much close to each other. They train day and night together, they join competition together, they travel together, they pretty much did everything and share everything together. It's impossible for me to break through that strong bond and be with them. I'm a young adult, ergo I join the adult group. The adult group consist of a 60 year old grandma and a couple in their 40s. I only mentioned these 3 people because they are very consistent, I've been dancing with them for about a year. What about the rest? Previously there were a few youngsters as well, but because of the lousy system the school has, they left. I think it is only a matter of time that I too, leave this school. 

Here's the reason, whenever there are newbies coming in, the teacher will teach them, so what happened to us? We follow them. Learn from the beginning, learn the basics. I've seen so many youngsters left because they find that they are not learning anything new anymore. They are 2 teachers, but the older one would let the younger one do all the work. Supposedly the old one can teach the newbies and younger one teach us, the already more advanced group. But she mostly do administrative work.For me, I think it is a vicious cycle. As long as they are newbies coming in, there's no way the young adult group can learn much. I guess that's why the principal doesn't pay much attention to the adult group. He knew that people would come and go. Unlike his younger students which he teaches in a group. 

Lemme tell you about these aunties who came to join us. Some of them are complete Kaki Bangku. Means cannot dance at all in BM. Seriously, I'm not kidding. They can't even remember the steps, let alone dance with the music. It's impossible I tell you. 

And now, to make the situation worst, my favorite younger teacher is not going to teach us anymore. She's going to pursue her studies. With only 1 teacher left, how am I going to learn anything? I got so depressed and cried nonstop when I found out about this. Coz I know I'll be missing a really good and dedicated and patient and passionate about dancing teacher.

I'm joining the solo event for my dancing competition, it is coming very soon, and so far I've been on my own, literally solo. Do you know why I don't have a partner? Because the couple refused to partner with each other, so my fav teacher who was supposed to be MY partner, became their partner, both! Today during dance practice, no one was there to teach me. I was literally dancing SOLO. The couple had her for the whole class.

I got so mad, frustrated and then depressed again. No one knows the anxiety inside me starting to build up like a mountain. I'm a newbie and my chance of winning is very low, I guess that's why no one cared to pay attention to me. Seriously, like in 2 weeks! I haven't even mastered my routine. I don't even know how to balance myself because of the damn heels. 

I'm not a part of the aunties nor the bunch of young talents. I'm a young adult who longs for the same level companionship which I never get. All my peers have their own friends. I don't. But still I thank God that at least there is one friend who would ask me out when she's in town. She's going back to UK for her graduation. I thought I've gotten past through the graduation sadness, apparently not. Every time I see my friends graduate, my heart still aches. I thought I would feel nothing when I see my friends happily receiving their degrees, flowers and congratulatory notes, I'm not. Deep down, I still wish that I was the one standing there. 

Confession of a depressed young adult.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Kurang Asam dan Pedas

So few weeks ago I met this lady at a seminar, we talked and she seemed like a friendly lady. Once she found out that I was a baker, she immediately suggested that we could be business partner. 

Few days after that, she called me to discuss about the collaboration thing that she told me earlier. I thought, wow, she really meant it. The business collaboration that she proposed sounds very good to me. I was asked to be a baking instructor at her cooking class, she teaches her signature dish, asam pedas, I teach baking stuff. Since it's a business, so why not? There's no reason to say no to money right? I instantly gave her green light. Oh and I call her kak.

After we set the date and everything, kak asked me to do the promotional poster. It seems natural that the younger one should do it right? So I said ok.

I did my first version, she didn't say anything about it but asked me to meet her at a local restaurant with wifi. When we reached the restaurant, she didn't like the seat I choose, too near to the window. She moved to another seat, she felt warm, no air-conditioned. She moved again, now feeling cooler with air-cond, but still complaint saying too noisy. She saw the empty "reserved" area, so she asked the waiter.

Nanti ada event kah? Bising kah? Jam berapa mereka sampai?

After considering for a few minutes, she finally agreed to sit there. When it's time to order our food, She kept asking me what was this, what was that cause she said she can't see even with her spectacles. Hence, I carefully explained everything to her. Finally, she decided to order sweet and sour fish, then she called the waiter.

"Ini ikan ape ye? Ada sayur ke?" She asked.

The waiter quickly inquired about it in the kitchen.

"Pirate fish" The waiter replied.

"Apa? Pirate fish. Ikan apa tu? Apa nama bahasa melayunya?" 
She furthered asked. I was watching in astonishment while sitting beside her.

The waiter went back to the kitchen to ask again.Then came back saying, tidak tau nama melayu.
She kept on pondering as if making her once in a life time decision, she even GOOGLED the fish! OMG! She also kept discussing with me about the type of fish. Finally, she made up her mind.

So the manager found out about this fiasco and hurriedly came out to explain to her that it's not dory fish which she didn't like. It's a good quality sea fish. After being rest assured that she's being served with the highest quality sea fish, she eventually settled down and started to talk about our business. Half an hour wasted on that damn fish.

Apparently she didn't like my first design, so it's okay, nobody likes the first draft anyway. She told me some of her ideas. Then we moved on to figuring out how to manage her 4 facebook accounts. Only God knows how did she came up with so many accounts.

I spent a lot of time explaining to her about facebook things. She even wanted to make a blog, so she mentioned about wanting to go to my house to use my wifi to do it. I didn't give much serious thought about it at first. Luckily I had a gathering after that, or else we could be there until midnight just having social media 101 lesson. She had 2 sons to do it, but instead of asking for their help, she asked this stranger whom she just met for the third time.

I went home and edited the poster, she was not satisfied, I edit again. Still not satisfied,  edit again. 
I was already getting annoyed and anxious. She still didn't like it, so she called me and said wanted to come to my house to do it cause got wifi. I was like WHAT?! Is this kak for real?  We only met each other 3 times! So I told her my house under renovation, no wifi, I used my own limited data to do her poster at another house.

Nevertheless, she still manage to stop by for a while. In the car, she brought her laptop, she asked me to save her version in my USB. Then she SPECIFICALLY instructed me to do this and that. I went home and immediately edited according to her instructions. 

I let her see. STILL not satisfied. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH THIS WOMAN! So I decided to give her one last chance, I edit it for the one last time. If she still reject, I'm gonna end this whole thing. 

Can you guess what's her reply? You got it. Still not satisfied.

Fudge this shit.

Enough is enough. I straight away message her nicely that I cannot do it for her anymore nor can I be her baking instructor. She called me right after that.

You marah ke? She asked nicely.

Eh Hello siape yang tak marah?! You think I ni sangat senang ke nak balik balik buat kerje untuk kau, U ingat u je yang busy? I pun busy juga. I kene buat order, kene attend event, kene prepare speech, masak, buat kerja rumah, part time writer. U ingat u je yang tak pandai buat, I pun google juga. I belajar sambil buat lah. U mau font yang fancy fancy tu, I memang tak dapat buat. I ni bukan designer pun. I cume seorang baker je. Kak nak cantik cantik, u hire lah professional designer. U ingat I ni boleh hari hari buat poster untuk u?! Edit 8 kali dah, 8 kali! Masih tak puas hati. U nak macam mane?! Poster yang sepatutnya simple simple u jadikan so complicated. Kak kene faham, I work WITH you, not FOR you. I tak ambil gaji buat poster ni tau. Sebenarnya poster ni asalkan ada important infomation, dah lah. Tak payah nak susah susah. Kak tap pernah nampak poster ke?

Of course I didn't type that lah. I don't know where that Semenanjung slang comes from. She is the second women that I've met who is so fussy, demanding, troublesome and thick-skinned. As much as it pained me to end this collaboration, I had to do it. I need to end it for the sake of my sanity. I cannot work people like this. Making the poster alone already gave me such gigantic headache, imagine the future. I don't think I will have my own space after collaborating with her. I can't imagine her inviting herself to my house every now and then just to teach her managing social media, not to mention blogging lagi. Bu tiam oh wei. I'd rather not earn her money than to have my peace of mind. She just crossed that fine line, I couldn't imagine how many lines is she going to cross in the future. She took advantage of my house free wifi, so rich, but so kiamsiap, don't want to install own wifi. 

In the phone, she terus changed her mind saying that she's fine with the last edit. You should have said that a few edits ago. After persuading me for 7 whole minutes on the phone, she finally gave up. It wasn't easy for me to stay assertive on my side. I'm not good at rejecting people. So I wanna applaud myself for bravely doing that. The moment I hit the send button, my hands were shaking with sweat you know. Heart racing and pounding as if I'm running away from a predator. It was nerve-wrecking!

Now that everything is settled, I felt a sudden relief, the big boulder on my shoulder had disappeared for good. My psychologist said I either continue to work with her or accept the way she is. 还是一刀两断最好,快打斩乱麻,以免未来无法自拔。

I think this is my first post using three languages.

Lesson learnt, not every open door leads to golden opportunity. Sometimes, when something sounds too good to be true, there's a catch behind it. Usually a price to pay. In this case, my sanity. Be careful when choosing a business partner, know their personality, their standards, their way of doing things before finally saying yes. Some money are better left not earned, or else you'll earn yourself a huge pain in the ass.

Monday, August 14, 2017

感恩感恩

不知不觉,我们住在这间小公寓已经一个月了,时间过得好快。

由于家里进行大装修,所以我们得找另一个栖息地。
非常侥幸的,我爸爸的妹妹有间小公寓在附近,让我们一家人有个地方暂时安顿下来。
感恩感恩!

刚开始住进去的时候很不习惯,很讨厌,其实到现在还是不怎么喜欢。
厕所小,厨房小,房间小,对于我们这整家大只佬来说简直是煎熬。
做什么都很不方便,尤其是冲凉,手脚一直碰壁,真麻烦!
很幸运的的是,我们家在低楼,所以免得上下电梯。
之前还埋怨我的家很小,但比起这个小公寓,我的家算是宫廷了。
感恩感恩!

还有,一间屋子只有一个停车位,所以只能申请一张入门卡给一辆车。
每一次进出都要刷卡,非常麻烦。没有卡的又要被质问,管理层非常不好。
后来,那些保安也不理这么多了,干脆叫那些没有卡的从另一个入口进去。
我们非常侥幸公寓前面有个空停车位,应该没有车的屋主所属的。
让我们第二辆车有个地方安顿。
感恩感恩!

我妈妈说她从来都不喜欢住公寓,很久很久以前有想过买Beverly Hills, 但一直犹豫。后来非常庆幸看到Putatan这间排屋,风景漂亮,便宜又不用10% deposit。所以直接买了下来。1999年的价钱是RM90,000而已。比上不足比下有余,虽然比不上有钱人的大豪宅,但有一间舒舒服服的屋子住就要谢天谢地了。
感恩感恩!

说到屋子,现在一间小小的公寓都要RM300,000起跳,我们这些年青人如何买得起啊?!

不知不觉,我们在这个Putatan家住了整整十年。
十年前,我们只用了RM20,000装修,RM5,000买所有的家具。
RM5,000?! 你没听错。
当时,我们就只是用了RM5,000买一套沙发,一套饭桌,厨房柜,电视柜,我的一个单人床和父母一套双人床(还包括两个衣柜和化妆柜)。
回想起来,还真是要感恩感恩!

由于家里没有小孩,所以我们的家具都保养得非常好。我们的沙发已经捐给大舅。
剩下电视柜和橱柜要卖掉,有兴趣可以联络我哦!


电视柜,99.99%完好,RM300,价钱有的商量。


橱柜,80%完好,RM300,价钱可以商量。

现在,只是厨房柜就要RM14,000!!! 吓死人!
没办法,妈妈很久就想要内置(built-in)的橱柜,看起来更美观,实用,加上要用好的材料,所以才会那么昂贵。

十年了,屋子到处都是蹂躏,这里漏水,那里穿洞,电线又 sot 下 sot下,所以才想要一次过翻新,修复,upgrade整个家。以前为了省钱,请了一些kopi o 的电线佬来拉线,怎知道问题一大堆。拆下天花板才发现原来那个菲律宾人的“杰作”简直是一塌糊涂,乱赛龙!一切必须从新拉过,荷包又出血。说到荷包,其实这次我们有机会进行大装修还是要多谢爸爸。
再次感恩感恩!


拆下天花板,露出凌乱的电线。


厨房大改造。

妈妈说可能还要一个月,由于爸爸的工人礼拜天才得空,所以进度非常慢。
好像回家。。。。。。
希望这个kopi o 的室内设计师不会让你们失望,科科!
做好了,肯定会请你们来家里做客!

Monday, July 24, 2017

Science VS Christianity

Science and Christianity are two very contradicting subject and if you were to to argue with one another, there would be an unending debate.

There are many things in the bible that couldn't be explained in science. For example, the parting of the sea, water turned into wine and most of all the Resurrection of Jesus. There's no scientific evidence of these things, and we cannot perform any of the magical bible incidents today. If not, the whole earth would be drenching with free wine everyday, which now I think about, it's not a good thing. 

Science on the other hand, has a comprehensive and detailed proven method to prove something, and it's reliable because it can be done and witness many times. Nevertheless, in some cases science without testimony would be pure waste. Beauty products for instance, no matter how much science try to prove it useful, if there's no testimonies from the users, others won't be convinced to buy your product. So you'll need both to be a strong and persuasive marketer.

While science has evidence and properly recorded procedures to prove itself, Christianity has nothing, all it has was testimony. Yet millions have claimed that they experience the wonderful grace and mercy of God. I myself have a few too. And that's why I still believe in God, but not going to church or read the bible. Because going to church means I have to accept the entire bible, which is contradicting by itself and also accepting the other ridiculous things they do.

I used to follow everything in the bible. I followed what my church members did. Some of the things they did I find it ridiculous, and yet I still follow, most probably because of peer pressure. It's a psychological effect called social conformity. Everyone was doing it, it would be odd if you didn't. They told me to speak in tongue which is just saying out random meaningless words. They asked me to prophesy, I saw cupcakes when I closed my eyes, most probably I was hungry or yearning for cupcakes at that time. I was taught that spreading the gospel is every Christian's duty, and I did, I shared with a few strangers and my popo.

All of these ideas were planted in my head every week I went to church. The interesting part is once these idea had been planted, it would grow and grow stronger. No matter how ridiculous it may sound. These deeply rooted ideas had cause some of the christian communities to view things only from their perspective. I once had a conversation with a few church member about gay issues, they straight away refuted my point without understanding the scientific fact which I was about to share with them. A vital concerning social matter turned into a subjective topic. 

I'm not saying that I fully support the LGBT, but at least I'll try to understand the whole concept. I accept facts from science and discuss it with an open heart. Not just strictly shut away people's findings and all that. Getting ridiculed and treated unequally by the society have caused many LGBT to suffer from mental illness, that's why I'm very into this issue. I always wonder how does a Christian psychologist stay objective while attending to their patients? Speaking of objective, I have met a psychiatrist who shared the quran verses with me once, she even encouraged me to read the quran.

By the way, a recent incident about a transgender male who gave birth to a child shocked the whole world. I was thinking, if you wanted to be a man, why still give birth? Are you the father or the mother? So yeah, all I can say is the world is getting more and more chaotic. All we can do now is pray.

Some Christians says you can only stand on one side, some even gone to the extend that you don't need medication to heal, this is not right by the way. However, they didn't realize that while standing firm on the belief of Christianity, they are also accepting science at the same time, wearing a glasses for instance, that was actually a prescription for your eyes.

Science has become part of our lives, without science we cannot survive. At the same time, we need a belief, Christianity for example, helps us to stay to the core of our moral values as well as giving us a sense of security. Whether or not there's a God, believing in something mighty can psychologically helps you to feel secure. There are a lot of things science cannot control. For instance, when you're in a plane, science convinced you that it is safe, but a prayer will lead you to believe that you ARE safe. Science and Christianity can exists together concurrently. Many famous scientists are Christians. Isaac Newton, Galileo and Pascal were fine examples. 

Christian haters, especially the LGBT communities, not all Christians are homophobic, some of us are not as rigid as a raw spaghetti. Despite some flaws in the bible, it has good teachings too. Some verses are encouraging and lifting. As for the atheist, have you ever wondered why our planets never collide with each other but there are car accidents everyday? That's because men invented the the road while God created the universe.

Christians out there, when a depressed person reveals to you about their problems, please don't just plainly shove down verses into their throat. Sometimes when a person is depressed, he or she might lose faith in everything, including God. So sometimes it's better to listen, and maybe give a warm hug if you're right beside them. You can also say a simple sentence like this:"I understand that you're going through a lot of pain right now, thanks for sharing it with me."  

I stopped going to church because at some point of my life I lost faith, but I still couldn't get rid of God. The idea of God has been deeply ingrained inside me, it was like a magical flame, every time it dies, it will reignite itself. Talking about magic, can't wait for J.K.Rowling two new upcoming books.

All I wanna say that I'm now more open to many possibilities. Perhaps the prophecy was right, I'm baking right now, but baking is not my ultimate goal, I have something bigger in mind that I wanna achieve one day.  

God bless everyone.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Moving on

Along the journey, I've learnt so many things. However, there is one pivotal lesson that I've yet to master - Moving On.

If there is a hypothesis for this life lesson, I would call it "The longer you dwell on your past, the longer you're stuck and cannot move on."

Here's a good example. I happened to meet an old millionaire living far inside the kampung area, don't play play oh, kampung people can also be a millionaire. He owns a few acres of fruit plantation including durians. So this chatty ah pak and I were talking and I found out that he's also the owner of an electrical repair company. He mentioned that he also has repaired ovens, I got excited because I have always wanted an oven, a convection oven. So I asked him for the address, but I couldn't understand as I'm not good with maps and roads. So I asked my mum to listen to him.

After we bought some really cheap dalit durian from him, we headed back and ready to find this repair company. However, when we hit the road, my mother said she didn't actually get the direction, so we ended up winding around Bundusan area with minimal information that I got. So I told my mum I got frustrated and upset as we lost an opportunity to find cheap oven. We have walked into so many kitchenware and electrical shops, the price of the oven was way way over our budget, some German or Italy brand one can go up to RM4000++. I was not willing to let my mum spend that amount of money on my convection oven. So I sat in the car, feeling woebegone, lost my mood for my next event, 

Then we came across a kitchenware shop at Taman Fortuna. Thank God Praise the Lord Hallelujah Amen! I erupted into sheer joy when we found an affordable convection oven, a kitchen hood and a stove! All three things are Elba brand and under RMM4000. Only God knows how jubilant I was, everything under our budget! Seriously, we have walked into so many kitchenware shops, this is the cheapest by far. By the way, if you want to search for cheaper lighting shop, go for K2. I found some other lighting shop, they sell the same thing for a triple price. 

So how did I move on? 
I've learnt that I need an assurance(sometimes double or more) or someone to blame if it's their fault (or so I think). It was only until my mum apologized that she didn't remember the direction, then I can move on a bit. Then I finally let go of the entire thing when I found the cheaper brand new oven. 

So here's the thing that I've learnt. Whenever I meet a speed bump, instead of stepping my own accelerator and get over with it, I need someone to remove that speed bump for me. Like this case, an apology and a durian runtuh or great deal. 

Just yesterday morning, I found out that I wasn't suppose to reveal something on social media. But I did, so this friend kindly requested me to remove it as it was confidential. Hence, I felt sooooooooooo bad, I felt soooooooo guilty, I kept on bashing up myself, why am I so stupid and all that. I couldn't move on. It was only until she reassured me that it's fine because it was an honest mistake, and her superior hasn't found out about it which I hope she never will, then I felt a bit relieved and moved on a bit. Or else I'll never forgive myself. Then I have to keep reminding myself that, it's okay, she has forgiven you, you already removed it, no one is seeing it anymore. 

Sometimes I got too excited and post it on social media without giving much consideration, This reminded me of a funny statement by Will Smith. He said this in an interview. "I was dumb, but I was dumb in silent." Then he looked at his son sitting beside him. If you know what I meant =) 

Anyhow, the conclusion that I make for this experiment is: 
The rate of moving on is affected by the time taken to dwell in the past.

P.S, yesterday I just found out that my house cannot install convection oven. It requires 3 phase wiring, my house has only 1 phase. If I want to upgrade to 3 phase, I need to apply at SESB, which requires a complicated process and a consuming time to approve. So make sure your house can support your oven or any other big electrical appliances before buying them.

Bye convection oven =(   

Monday, July 17, 2017

My First Toastmaster's Speech

To become a toastmaster, you have to complete a series of assignment before you can earn the title.
As a new toastmaster, I'm doing the Competent Communicator manual, there are 10 speeches/assignments. My first assignment is called The Ice Breaker which is to introduce myself, as simple as that. Nevertheless, as simple as it may sound, it was not easy for me. I had panic attack before going to the meeting. Thank God I managed to finish the whole thing after a whole afternoon of practise.  So here it is. 

Competent Communicator 1 (CC1) The Ice Breaker : Me and Myself  

Good evening fellow toastmasters, hi my name is Winnee Raplin. I am a sino kadazan, I speak mandarin but not kadazan. (Audience laughed) I am 23 years old.

I am a little home baker who just started to venture into the world of business making this year. I love baking, baking makes me feel at ease plus my whole kitchen would smell like butter. (Audience laughed) For me, butter is the most fragrant smell in the entire world. I bake cheese tarts, savoury puffs and pies and cakes.

Baking is science, except that it is better, because you’ll get to eat the results! Without the right measurements and temperature, your baked goods won’t turn out the way it should be. Hence, baking is all about experimenting until you get the right taste and texture.

During my leisure time, I enjoy ballroom dancing. I started taking ballroom dancing lesson last year and I cherish every moment of it. Prancing around the dance floor with the flow of the Latino music makes me feel energized instantly.

Apart from baking, I would like to become a motivational speaker one day. To be frank, I am struggling with depression and anxiety. For the past 6 years, I’ve been living in the shadows of fear and worry. I was leading a furtive(word of the evening, everyone knocks the table) life. However, this year, I told myself I need a breakthrough. I need to step out of my comfort zone and do things which terrified me, which is attending social events like this. Since I had my illness, I was afraid to talk to strangers, I find it gruesome when I’m around with unfamiliar faces.

Therefore, joining SWEPA and SWEPA toastmaster would be the perfect platform for me to build up my confidence and self-esteem apart from meeting all the amazing women and men (audience laughed). These people had inspired me to become stronger and improve myself in various aspects.

My source of inspiration comes from Nick Vuhicic, an Australian motivational speaker born without arms and legs. Despite not having any limbs, Nick has found tremendous success by touching millions of lives with his incredible life journey. Hence, I wanted to emulate him and use my own story to inspire others as well as creating awareness about mental health issues.

Some of you might not be aware of this, according to the statistics of Malaysian Health Ministry, 1 in every 3 Malaysians is suffering from mental illness at some point of their lives and this number is increasing at an alarming state. So, I urge all of you to care more for each other and shower people around you with your love and blessings. A simple how are you or how is your day might change someone’s life. Aspire to inspire, that is one of my mission.

There is one crucial lesson that I have learnt from my sickness. “If you’re depressed, you are living in the past. If you’re anxious, you’re living in the future. If you’re at peace, you are living in the present.” I was always devastated because I dwell too much on my painful past experiences. At the same time, my excessive worrying made me stuck at the same situation over and over again, it was a never-ending exhausting cycle.

It was until I met my psychologist, then I learnt how to live in the present. She taught me about mindfulness and to accept things the way they are. Let’s keep this invaluable quote deeply ingrained in our hearts, “Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that’s why it’s called present.”

Dear toastmasters and guest, 

Let’s appreciate what we have right now and let bygones be bygones. It is still never too late to start a new day with fresh hopes and dreams. Let’s remind ourselves that tomorrow is going to be just fine. 

Thank you.


Although I've memorized y speech so well, my nervousness caused me to forget some parts and I had to refer back my notes.


The theme is Go Green, hence the Pandan leaves. 
Thank God there was only about 20 people on that night, sometimes it can go up to 50 people on special occasion like the last meeting of the term.


Me receiving my first badge from Immediate Past President (IPP) Dora Voon, standing beside her is Vice President of Education (VPE) Dr. Amelia, who is a speech specialist.


My Evaluator was Tiffany, a guest from China's toastmaster's club. Sometimes we have guest around.
She said that I'm very brave for sharing my experience. VPE Amelia commented that my speech needed to be more organized which I had done so in my second speech. IPP Dora said I have good command in English. Since I'm a first timer, so they gave mostly good feedbacks. 
Anyhow there's a lot more improvement can be made. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback.

So yeah, all in all it was a good first speech experience. 
 Stay tuned for my second speech. 

If you wanna know more about toastmaster, click HERE to read it on my second blog.

Friday, June 30, 2017

I'm Officially a Driver! Part 2

Let's continue with my journey to get my driving license.

If you haven't read Part 1, you may click HERE.

The remaining driving lessons went out well, I'll just jump straight ahead to the driving final exam aka JPJ test in Malaysia.

Prior to the exam, I've been practicing using my mum's proton for a few weeks. I also practiced hard on the RPK and RSM. RPK is Rutin Pemeriksaan Kereta whereas RSM is Rutin Sebelum Memandu. I even went to the extent of recording my tutor when he's showing me the procedure of RPK, then I also searched online about the procedures and wrote out everything on paper. I practiced it with my mum in a remote area where no one sees us. You see how much effort I've put in? I never joke about exams, I take them seriously, like really serious, cause I don't wanna redo the whole thing over again, plus wasting money and time.

Taking a driving license was way different than back then. Back in 2011 when I first took my driving lessons, (yes, this was my second attempt) there's no such thing as RPK I mean there was, but we didn't have to memorize and show it to the JPJ examiner. We only had a short few hours workshop (bengkel) which the tutor demonstrate it to us and that's it. 

Ok, with full confidence on the RPK and RSM thing but not the driving part, cause I was still shaky when it comes to changing lane and going into roundabouts, I arrived at the driving institute very early.

The place was already thronged with drivers wannabe. I sat beside a lady. She broke the ice by asking me if this was my first time. I said yes. She replied this was her second try. According to her first experience, there were 40 plus students who failed in their first attempt. I was immediately taken aback. Man, this is tough! About 9 am, the JPJ examiners arrived, all looking pretty smart with their navy blue uniform. Most of them were wearing dark reflective glasses. It was totally Man In Black mode. 

The lady revealed to me that, some of them are lenient, some of them are strict, especially the lady officer. There was only one lady officer at sight. With my fingers crossed, I pleaded God not to give me the lady officer. 

The head JPJ officer started to assign students with the JPJ examiners. 
And guess what, I was assigned to that one and only lady Officer.
Thanks a lot, God.

With my heart pumpin' like a racing horse, I walked slowly towards my automatic Axia. 
The lady officer was quite big and tall, with a ponytail tied up nicely behind, her eyes were hidden behind those black glasses, I was intimidated by her whole look. After checking my details, with a stern voice, she told me to start. 

I put my handbag on top of the dusty car and started my well-memorized Rutin Pemeriksaan Kereta. I was so nervous that I dropped my handbag halfway during the routine. After I've done everything I could remember, then I told her I've finished. 

Her: Sudah check semua?
Me: Yea.

She wrote something on the paper. 

Her: Saya tolak 5 markah.  

Wait WHAT?! I looked at her astonishingly. What did I miss?

Her: Kamu lupa check ni hos air dan cara kamu check bateri salah, siapa suruh kamu buka tu bateri?
     
I was already getting tensed up.

Her: Ni, wiper....apa maksud ok?
Me : Dalam keadaan baik.
Her : Apa dalam  keadaan baik?
Me: Getah dia?
Her: Apa tu getah dia? Macam mana tau getah dia keadaan baik?
Me: Tidak tau......(tears started falling like water fall)
Her: Kenapa tidak tau?
Me: Tidak kena ajar. (sobbing like a baby)
Her: Kenapa kau nangis?
Me: Sebab kau garang.
Her: Ish, malas saya mau layan budak budak kecil macam kau.

Her non-stop questioning pushed me to my limits. I broke down instantly in front of everyone.
Can you imagine, every pair of eyes was set on you? I took my handbag and rushed towards the toilets in an instant.

I really didn't know how to answer her questions, I did everything as I was taught. Apparently what was taught by my tutor was different than she expected. I touch the rubber of the wiper, I said it was fine. I didn't expect more than that. That's why I cried.


My mood was totally ruined. I was trying really hard to calm myself down for the next test, the ramp. I sat there sullenly at the pondok while watching other students started their bukit test, tears won't stop dropping. I really wanna call my mother and go home at that moment. This was just too much for me. People with anxiety should have a specialyl assigned officer or something.

About half an hour later, my tear ducts had finally dry itself up and my name was called for the first test. For your information, manual car students don't have to do the ramp. Thank God I was given enough time to regain my composure. I took a deep breath and walked anxiously towards the ramp. Before we start our test, we need to do RSM, Rutin Sebelum Memandu, where you have to make sure everything is well adjusted and working including the seats, mirror, and lights. The lady officer was there too, I was still prayin' hard to God not to assign me to this fierce lady.

Thank God, I was assigned to a guy examiner. I did my RSM, then off I went with my first test in the circuit (litar). This guy officer was so much friendlier. Now, why can't that lady be more like him?

My ramp was fine, then followed by going up the hill (bukit). My front tyres were stopped directly on the yellow line. The third test was the side parking which was also perfectly done. The fourth one was "Z", continued by "tiga penjuru", and lastly "S". I passed every test smoothly with flying colours.

By the way, the "Z" and "S" didn't exist the last time I learned.

My mood turned so much better after knowing that I passed all the circuit test.

After that, it was the test on the route, real roads with real cars and real ass hole drivers! I got another guy examiner, Thank God he picked the easier route for me, Putatan route, where I didn't have to change on busy lanes and big busy roundabout like the one in Donggongon route.

I did my RSM, then started my journey with fingers crossed. Along the way, I drove at only 40km/h. Slow and steady like a turtle was my game. In this route, there was only 1 challenging part, the one at Putatan Matahari junction where I have to change lane to the main busy road. I did it pretty well.

The next thing I know, I was back at the driving institute, safe and sound. The guy examiner wrote something on the paper and passed it to me without saying much. With only one crucial question in my head, I passed the paper to the admin of the driving institute. The guy checked and calculate everything.

Me: Pass kah?
Him: Pass bah.
Me: YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I was jumpin and prancin like I just won the 4D grand prize.)
Me: Saya ingat saya fail sudah tu masa RPK tadi sebab kena tolak banyak markah, turus saya nangis.
Another guy: Oh kau kah tu yang nangis, kau pigi tandas kan tadi.
Me: Yea.
Him: Kenapa kau nangis?
Me: Sebab saya tidak pandai jawab.
Him: Siapa tutor kau?
Me: Si XX. Tidak kena ajar yang ni dan tu.
Him: Oh bah, nanti kau tumbuk dia. (All of us giggles)

Nonetheless, the huge boulder on my shoulder was finally let go. It was a huge relieve, 15.5 hours plus additional at home practice definitely paid off.

I took my papers, went to the office and settled everything.
Little did I know that my mum was there all the time to watch me!
She even followed me secretly on the route. How cunning and lovely!

She told me that I was so much better than many other students, even the boys!
Hey, I'm better in driving than the boys?! That sounded unbelievable!
Now looking back, I was so proud of myself, I didn't quit, I didn't call my mama, I braved myself towards all the bumps both literally and figuratively that I've met along the journey to getting my driving license.

I know these might sound childish, immature, or just plain stupid to you, but for a person with depression and anxiety like me, overcoming these obstacles is a huge step for me. To you it might be just a small bump, but to me, it's Mount Kinabalu. I've always wanted to finish this task, 6 years ago I gave up because of my fear and I still regret it till now, I didn't go to the final JPJ test last time, I could have done it, but I was too afraid. RM666 and all those time and efforts were a pure waste.

Dear drivers wannabe out there, here's a tip, if you're not planning to drive a manual in the future, please consider signing up the automatic D, it may cost you about RM300 more, but it will definitely save you a lot of time, energy and money. I saw many students failed at bukit just because they can't balance their clutch and oil. They were given 3 attempts and still failed. Now they have to retake, pay more money and spend another excruciating day waiting. I'm so glad I took automatic cause I didn't have to wait that long for my turn, I heard some of the students wait until 4 pm till their turns. It was a long tiring wait, especially if you're doing it during bulan puasa. Imagine if it's a Friday, you'll have to wait for the Muslims to finish their prayer before they can continue their exam sessions.

Another tip, if possible, ask your tutor to arrange your JPJ test on a school holiday. Less car.
Thank God mine was on a school holiday.

Now that I'm an official driver, I can say hi to new found mobility and constant nagging in the car!

Also, give a pat to yourself for finishing this long post.
I just had to spit out everything =)


Thursday, June 29, 2017

I'm officially a driver! Part 1

After 15.5 hours of practice, few times of panic attacks, and a bucket of tears, finally I passed my driving test!

Driving was never my thing, I can cook, I can write, I can sing, but not handling heavy machinery. Oh and also numbers related tasks like maths and accounts, they are equally a pain in the ass.

Only my mother and God knew how much trouble I went through before the final test.
Every time before I went to the driving institute, I'll have panic attacks. The thought of having to drive a huge machine on dangerous roads scared the shit out of me, plus I'll have a total stranger sitting beside me in an enclosed space. The first and second time turned out not that bad because the tutor was quite friendly, let's call him tutor A. However, there's something not good about him too, will tell you more about that later.

It was until my third class, the manager of the institute decided to change my tutor. Let's name him tutor B. Tutor B was a short man, always looking smart wearing long sleeves button shirt even though he had to work under the hot sun. His signature was his red Boonie hat, you could easily spot him from far by just looking at that particular hat. 

Having to go through the entire "Oh-no-a-new-fierce-looking-stranger-in-my-car" thing again was not cool. Tutor B was not the friendly type, in the car, he was very quiet, also most likely assuming I knew everything. 

This is where my first tutor, tutor A's story came in.

Turned out, tutor A didn't teach me a lot of stuff! In fact, things that he taught me were all wrong and inadequate! He didn't make sure that I need to pull handbrake at certain places, he didn't remind me I need to use signals, even in the circuit(litar), he didn't tell me I need to horn every time I start and finish a task. He didn't teach me about the ramp, oh forgot to tell ya, if you learn automatic, you'll have an extra thing you need to do called the ramp. The whole point of the ramp is not to hit the pole while you go up and reverse from the front. That's it.

This website provides detailed explanation on driving lessons.

Tutor A was a really lousy tutor, I could have failed if I continue my remaining lessons with him, but thank God I didn't.

Back to tutor B, I didn't like him the moment he sat in my Axia. While I was doing my ramp, he assumed that I knew the procedure, which I didn't, he sounded kind of pissed. I got so tensed up, pressured and panicked that I mixed up the brake and oil, instead of the brake, I stepped on the accelerator. So guess what, I ran over the pole, right through it, it ended up right under the poor Axia. A loud "bang" was heard, I quickly became the center of attention in the circuit, many eyes were staring at me.

I got out of the car, completely dumbfounded, and broke down instantly.

At that particular juncture, all I wanna do was to leave, go home and never have to face him or the humiliation again.

Tutor B, who probably got shocked by the loud bang and my tears told me to cool down.
About 5 minutes later, after seeing me gaining my composure, he taught me the whole procedure of the ramp again, except that this time, with a slower and softer voice.  

I got back in the car, still sobbing and startled by the incident earlier, braved my second attempt on the ramp. This time I did it wonderfully.

And that's the story of how Winnee didn't quit for the first time. 

I gotta say, I'm so proud of myself that this time I didn't give up easily.
One of the reason was that I knew that if I quit again, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, plus RM1300 would be gone.

Stay tuned for Part 2, spoiler alert, it involved tears as well =)

Monday, June 12, 2017

A very late Mother's day Post.

I know it's June now, however, it's still not too late to dedicate a post to my own mother right?

We had our Mother's day dinner at Gaya Street Tian Tian Fan Dian Restaurant.
The food was not bad, but the service was a bit slow.

Sesame Chicken

Seafood Toufu

Deep Fried Prawns

Fish with garlic and spring onions

Yam Ring

Sea cucumber soup


Enough with the food pictures. Let's get straight to the dedication part.

All I can say about my mother is 2 words: Wonder Woman.
In chinese we have a saying, 白手起家 which meant that a person builds something out of nothing.

My mother did everything by herself ever since she finished form 5.
Found a decent job, helped with her family back then when she is still single, among her 5 siblings, I can say that she's the most capable one. In popo's house, all the furniture, tv, refrigerator, household product. Yes, she bought all of it with her own hard earn menial salary at that time. She even helped my gong gong and popo to jaga gerai at the pasar. My mother is a very independent woman.

Then she met my dad, got married, bought a car, bought a house, then bought another car.
She did all these by herself. She's the decision maker of the house. She's the only one among her 5 siblings who can afford to 摆酒 in a fancy restaurant during her wedding.

She's been through a lot, only us and God know.
She was sick a few years ago, then popo got sick and passed away, at the same time also taking care of me. It was a roller coaster.

She may complaints every now and then, but she chooses not to dwell in life's bitterness and moved on. If there's one thing I could learn from her is her resilience towards life.

She might not be highly educated, her English may not be as good as mine, but she's a very brilliant woman. She manages everything, pays the bills, buys groceries, cooks every meal, sends us to schools. She did all by herself as if she's a single mother.

She's a driver/chef/butler/teacher/house-maid/care-taker/breadwinner/provider.

She's a woman of steel.

Dealing with my sickness is another whole new challenging chapter for her. My unstable emotions have caused much trouble. But that didn't make her give up on me even when I wanted to give up on myself. It wasn't easy for both of us. We have come a long way to this day. She has seen how much I've improved since 6 years ago.

All I wanted to say to her is Thank you mum for always supporting me no matter what decision I have made, whether it's right or wrong. Sometimes the wrong ones taught me a lesson like never ever trust those scammers who hide behind the name of so-called coaches. Once they accepted the money, they won't even bother to answer your questions. Because you have to pay extra bucks for it.

Thank you mum for always putting up with me, there are things I still haven't learned to fully control like my emotions. I pray that God will bless you with healthy body and mind, peace, joy and wisdom to continue to take care of this family.


Did I mention she's a left-hander? 

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The 3 Unwritten Rules to Singing Karaoke With Your Friends.

In my previous post, I mentioned that I had a terrible karaoke experience.
Hence, I came up with some basic common rules to follow when singing karaoke with friends.

The 3 Unwritten Rules to Singing Karaoke With Your Friends.

1. Never EVER, and I repeat EVER skip or stop your friend's favorite jam

Just don't, especially when they are in the middle of the song. It's rude, it's unethical, it's the most basic courtesy. You got your jam, they got theirs too. They let you finish yours, you let them finish theirs. Simple as that, it is also known as mutual respect.

2. Be considerate and picked songs which everyone can sing and enjoy.

I know some of you love foreign language song, especially with the recent Kpop craze. But please, 1 or 2 is enough. Other people don't necessarily know the song, even if they do, they couldn't read the lyrics. So please be a kind lamb, choose something everyone understands. If you really want to sing Kpop song so much, next time, go with  Kpop lovers only.

3. Please don't let group karaoke turned into your solo performance.

I know that particular song may have a very deep sentimental impact on you, but at least pick something famous and people familiar with. When everyone says they do not know the song, please have the courtesy to skip it. Or else it will become your solo session. You're not the only who paid for the songs. This is a shared room with only two microphones and limited time. Your consideration towards others' feelings is very much appreciated.

All these rules are very subtle and we don't spell out loud. So if you're a karaoke frequent and reading this, I hope you understands the circumstances and apply it in your next karaoke session.

Bitter karaoke

I've had so many karaoke sessions with my friends, never have I ever gone through any unpleasant experience until today. It was one of the worst encounters of my life.

So here's my story.
I was having a karaoke session with 2 friends. At first, it was lovely and exciting. Then it slowly turned into a boring solo session and song skipping frenzy. There's this friend, let's call her A. Apparently A is a huge karaoke enthusiast. She first sat down at the computer screen and picked her songs. Then we started singing.

Then her jam came. Her favorite Korean songs. Another friend and I couldn't understand a single Korean word. So we just sat there quietly and listened, enjoying the Korean vibe.
She finished her jam one after another. Full song. I was starting to get annoyed. I mean, there are 2 microphones, but only one can sing. It's kind of a waste given that we have a time limit.

Because of the time constraint, they started skipping songs. Most of it were sang halfway.
My picked songs were very far behind. I was waiting patiently for my songs to come.

And then when my favorite jam came, I quickly grab the mike and sang with all my soul out, hey, I haven't been to a karaoke since last year August. So I got really exhilarated.
Just when the mood was just building up, guess what just happened?
A just freaking skipped my favorite song without asking my permission.
Yes, you heard me, she skipped my freaking favorite jam.
I was like WTH?!

That's my song! I picked that song, I'm the one who gets to say when to skip.
I didn't skip your Korean song? So you're the boss now? You control everything?!
Hey, I paid RM32 for my favorite jam too.
You just crossed the line.

And there goes, every song was done halfway. Where's the fun of that?
It's like listening to a sentence halfway. You can't imagine how pissed I am that time.
No one knows I was boiling inside.

Here are a few useful tips when you decide to go karaoke.

1. Choose the right singing buddies.
Another friend, let's call her B. We were both singing a song, I sang the original key and she sang in a whole different key, the entire song! Unaffected by my voice! On the contrary, I was affected by her! And even more amazing, she was completely unaware of it!  I don't know if I should be amazed at B. While B was singing out of tune and tempo, I have A singing like a mating goat beside me. I couldn't enjoy one single moment of any of the song. It was pure 3-hour torture.

2. Choose a package with no time limit.
This is a very self-explanatory. Less time, less song, less chance to sing. That's it. And you might get skipped too. Even if there's time limit, choose at least 5 hours, and with more people, add more hours.

3. Be quick!
This is a bit on the selfish side. As soon as you enter the karaoke door, go straight to the song selection computer and start picking your favorite jams just like A did. Don't get too excited to sing first! Or else you'll end up like me, most of my songs were at the very back of the pages and I didn't get to sing it. It was such a shame.

I think that's all. Oh and here's an extra bonus tip.
DON'T GO IMAGO KARAOKE!
IT DOESN'T HAVE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. PERIOD. 
Apart from not up to date song list, the song selection screen lags and hangs too.

So, yeah, this will be my first and last time to Imago Karaoke.
Also a note to self, never sing with A and B anymore.
RM32 for 3 hours is definitely way expensive and not worth it.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Follow me

Dear faithful reader, no matter how many that is, I have great news for you, I have decided to start a new blog.

https://winneesjourney.blogspot.my/

This blog is going to be more on events of my life. So you are certainly most welcomed to read my wonderful journey.

Come, follow my footsteps......

Hope you like it =)

Sunday, May 28, 2017

婆婆的回忆

5月27日,我们亲爱的婆婆安息主怀满一周年,回想起婆婆过世当天还是会带点伤感。

我和婆婆的回忆甚少,到过年过节的时候才有回Papar。
直到婆婆晚年的时候,我才跟着妈妈回Papar探望她。

我记得小时候,我时常参加国语讲故事比赛,而每一次都很侥幸有获奖。所以每次回去,妈妈一定会向她炫耀我的成就,然后叫我讲故事给她听。而我也很乖巧地,不害羞地把故事完整地念一遍。听完了,婆婆很高兴地拍拍鼓掌,为我感到骄傲。

为婆婆说故事,是我儿时与婆婆的回忆。

前几年,婆婆的病开始恶化,我们回去探望她的频率才稍微增加。
周末,我没有什么活动,没有去教堂了,所以常常陪妈妈回去看婆婆。

每次到了Papar,我们先会去菜市买婆婆最爱吃的炒米粉和一些马来蒸糕,然后带回家和婆婆享用。吃完早餐后,我便开始找话题和婆婆聊聊,所谓的话题就是婆婆的历史故事啦。
我们要上历史课了!

婆婆的爸爸来自香港,是个裁缝师,来到沙巴娶个本地卡达山妹,生下了4个孩子,她是老二。我很好奇的是,婆婆会说Dusun和客家话,但却不会说广东话。
婆婆年轻的时候是个基督徒,后来嫁给了公公就跟随公公的习俗拜祖先。

我还记得公公和婆婆的黑白结婚照,公公身穿一件白衬衫和黑长裤,而婆婆穿着一件简单的浅色连身裙,两人手牵手,含蓄地对着镜头微笑。很可惜,这些珍贵的照片全都被烧了,包括我带上去炫耀的奖杯。现在只能用记忆来回忆,而这是我唯一一张印象最深刻的黑白照。所以啊,活在这个年头的我们,真的要感谢科技的发达让我们能够轻易地把照片储存和分享。别忘了backup哦!

为了养活5个孩子,婆婆和公公每天要在热烈的太阳下种稻,妈妈和其他兄弟姐妹放学后要帮忙耕田。有时候耕田的牛不小心走丢了,孩子们就会被婆婆骂,被骂了还得去找回来。

1950年代,日本入侵我国,婆婆说,那些日本军把辛苦种来的稻谷通通都抢走。幸好,婆婆和公公有把一些藏起来。 日本占领时期人民都过的好苦啊!

婆婆为我说故事,是她晚年时与我的回忆。

说完故事,有时,我会帮她按摩,接着用我半桶水的客家话为她祷告。
每次我们要离开的时候,婆婆都很不舍,她一定会找些东西送给我们,咸鱼啊,水果啊,野菜啊,老人家总是爱送东西。我最爱芒果季节了,婆婆家有几颗大芒果树,她吩咐二舅分一些给我们,一些给其他孩子。

一年就这样过去了,时间真的过得好快,一切好像才昨天发生一样。
婆婆,我们想你了。


Friday, April 28, 2017

Dim Sum hot deal!

KK peeps, if you enjoy dim sum as much as I do, then pay full attention.

Famous local dim sum restaurant - Foo Ping Dim Sum is celebrating their 25th anniversary this year and guess what, we can get the 
first 5 shao mais for RM2.50! 

Ya hear that people???!!!

So what are you waiting for?
Grab this golden opportunity and indulge yourself in this Hong Kong originated deliciousness on this coming Saturday and Sunday from 7am-2pm.
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I can't believe my all-time favorite dim sum parlor has been operating for a 1/4 century!
My mother and I would visit this restaurant every time before we headed to the weekend market. 
Sometimes we also love to tapao and eat it with our favorite beef noodle situated next door. 

This is their address.
Block A, Lot 6 & 7, Ground Floor, Kolam Centre Phase 2, Jalan Lintas
88300 Kota Kinabalu
They are closed on the 2nd and 4th Monday of every month.

Have a wonderful scrumptious weekend!

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

LAZADA SALE IS BACK!

Great news for all Malaysian shoppers, especially East Malaysians, Lazada is having a huge sale right now! 

NO SHIPPING FEE!
NO SHIPPING FEE!
NO SHIPPING FEE!

East Malaysians shoppers, did ya hear that???!!! 
No extra charges on your favorite item!
And you can earn 2X AirAsia Bigpoints!


Click HERE to start shopping!
The sale starts on 25th to 27th April.
Don't miss it!

Monday, April 17, 2017

The Element

In my previous post, I've mentioned what is it to be in your Element. Of late, I just discovered ballroom dancing is my element. 

So here's another great read I wanna introduce to you guys: 
The Element 
How Finding Your Passion Changes Everything
By Ken Robinson


So what is this Element?
Let's take a look at this equation I made from the points I'd learnt from the book.


In order to be in your element, first of all you need to have the Feature, which is Aptitude and Passion.

Aptitude means the natural ability to do something (天分). I just gotta mention this one couple in my dancing school and I think they are the perfect example. In my opinion, they just don't have the talent to dance. They couldn't understand the rhythm, they couldn't coordinate their limbs, they just COULD NOT FREAKING dance!

Passion means a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something. I immediately knew that I have passion for dancing once I entered the studio. My eyes brim with glimmering stares at the professional teacher dancing swiftly across the dance floor. And I can't wait to go back dancing as soon as I got home. That's how you know if you have passion for something. 

Now that you have identified your aptitude and passion, next, you have to be in the Condition which consists of Attitude and Opportunity.

Attitude, I think the word is quite self-explanatory. If you are really into this thing you love, your attitude will be different and that includes strong discipline. So this couple I was talking about, the husband is a very busy man, hence he missed a lot of lessons. So when he shows up, the whole group had to wait for him. If you knew that you can't make it, why not practice it at home? His attitude towards this whole dancing thing obviously shows that he has no passion for dancing at all. 
If I were him, I would practice till I get it or else I would feel so embarrassed and bad for being the black sheep who kept the rest of the group from moving on.

Opportunity is the chance you have to be in something you are enthuse about, in my case, the dance lessons. I cherish every opportunity to be in the studio. Every minute is so precious to me and again, thanks to the couple, my time was wasted on them. Every week our dance teacher had to teach them from the beginning, everything, all over again. This has been going on for a few weeks and I'm getting really frustrated. This couple really brought me down. 

And that's how you know you are in your Element.

Of course, there are so much more insightful knowledge in that invaluable book which I can't cover in one blog post. So grab yourself a copy and discover what the author had in store for you.

Here's a quote from the book which I found the most appealing to me.

"Activities we love fill us with energy even when we are physically exhausted. Activities we don't like can drain us in minutes." 

Hey, I just realized that writing is also one of my element.

Have you found yours?