Let's Party!

Georgetown and Malacca were in-scripted into the World Heritage Sites by UNESCO as the historic cities along the Strait of Malacca July this year. Malaysians should be proud with such honor, being acknowledged for our tireless effort in heritage preservation as well as being able to share such marvelous places of such importance to humanity and universal interest with the rest of world. We have all the reasons to party.

Party we did. There was a huge concert in town celebrating the occasion in November. In typical Malaysian style, there were so much pomp and pageantry, song and dance. Even the King and Queen were there. It was indeed joyous and colorful night.

Well at the same time, the UNESCO World Heritage committee was reviewing to revoke the World Heritage Site status of Georgetown, following the approval of FOUR high rise hotel development project in the heritage core zone and buffer zone. 

Such a big slap in the face.

Yay! Party!

Overheard #8

"When you make something idiot-proof, the world makes better idiots."

So why bother?

Sunday Lunch Turned Dinner

What was planned to be lunch ended up becoming dinner instead, all due to the evil of procrastination and lazing around a little bit too long in bed. It was quite a lot of work and I did went through the whole shebang, not only cooking the spicy sambal, but roasting the peanuts, frying the anchovies, preparing hard boiled eggs and cucumber slices. In the end I totally enjoyed my labour of passion. I love to eat, a lot!

Yum yum! 

Dare I say it was really tasty. Really.

Fatty Boonsky

It's official: I'm gaining weight!

Yay!

I've been maintaining this stick-like frame and this feather weight for like for ever. I've been trying my darnedest to pack on some poundage. Most importantly I'm just sick of everyone telling I'm getting thinner.

I'm now 143 pound. I gained 2 wonderful lovely pounds.

I'd just like to think that it's muscle mass, not lardy fat.

Oh whatever it is, yay again!

Scent of an Afternoon

On a gloomy rainy Saturday afternoon, I got my place permeated with the fragrance of the freshly baked blueberry muffins. Absolutely warm and delightful.

CCTV

Last Friday I lodged a police report regarding my wallet got stolen at the gym locker room. I still could not shake off the echo of the question the police officer asked me resonating in my head. How ridiculous and how funny it sounded.

"Is there a CCTV installed in there?"

Dude, it's a gym locker room, not a softcore gay porn production house!

I'm still laughing my head off when I think about it.

Alien

My wallet was stolen at the gym locker room last Friday, primarily due to my own carelessness. (Read: Extreme stupidity!) I went in at lunch time for my yoga class. After changing, I slammed the locker door shut but forgot to yank the key along, leaving it dangling there for one good hour. There you had it, a free pass for any ruthless bastardy fucking opportunist. So, one did take the advantage.

Everything gone! Money, ID, driver’s license, credit cards, bank cards, medical card, donor card, and membership cards, all gone!

The only photo ID cards I have now are my gym membership card and my office security pass. Both are inadmissible and invalid to prove my identity in the eyes of law. I was without proper papers.

I’m now illegal, I'm an alien, for the weekend at least.

Home Invasion

My place was invaded by strangers again. Well technically the place is not mine, it's belongs to my brother who's currently working in Vietnam with his wife. And technically the strangers were not exactly strangers, it was the sister of my sister-in-law, but we hardly knew each other. 

So I got the text from her in the morning after coming out from a meeting. She was asking if she could come over and set up camp for the day with some colleagues to work at my place since there was a black out at her office.

I replied her with a green light. And then it hit me again, such a deja vu. I was reminded when my sister R and her family moved in unannounced some months ago. I was scanning my place in my head again. Oh damn! My place was not exactly presentable at the moment, quite a mess in fact. And I knew it! It was too late, they must have let themselves in already. They (my brother and the wife) keep a set of spare keys with her.

Indeed. Moments after my reply she sent me another text asking for the password for my wireless internet connection at home. 

OH DAMN! I knew it.

Damage was done. There was no point crying over spilt milk anyway. As long as they just worked at the living room it would be alright. More importantly, as long as they didn't get into my room.

When I got home that night I could feel that people were there, things were definitely moved. 

And they got into my room!

They went in and grabbed the extension cord for the laptops probably. I was rather surprised that they went into my room without informing me. I know it was just the extension cord, and they even put it back. But they were trespassing into private property. It was my room, my guarded fort, my secret garden, my personal space. 

Seriously, I felt violated.

Unromantic Paris

Standing beneath the landmark of love and romance, on a beautifully crisp summer morning, I neither felt any sense of romance nor passion, not the least bit. I was not overcame by any sort of emotion. I was simply indifference.

Perhaps it was the overflowing crowd.

Perhaps I was sleepy.

Perhaps I was tired.

Perhaps I was jetlagged.

Perhaps because you weren't there with me.

Treat

A friend brought these little colorful pastry cakes from home for me. Some were sweet filling, some savory. Honestly, I'm not really a fan. But on a quiet Saturday morning, it made quite a nice treat with a cup of coffee. 

Thanks a lot, A.