The world of JULIANA

W’kend was a nightmare. As I sit here typing this blog out now, all I can think of is havin’ popped in countless painkillers all thru’out the w’kend. Why? My arch-enemy TOOTHACHE paid me a ’surprise visit’ over the w’kend! Goshhh. . . This time, it was that awful wisdom tooth that was growin’ and the gums surrounding this tooh had become inflamed. *sigh*

I realized that compared to that ankle fracture I sustained last year, this toothache was FAR MORE excruciating! I can’t remember the last time I kept popping pills in as often as this. Those who know me well would vouch for the fact that I’m a HORRIBLE patient and I hate hate hate hate takin’ meds!

The height of horror would have to be last nite. The pain was so awful, I could barely sleep. Yet again, all I could do was helpless cry whilst moaning to Robz that this pain was the worst pain I’d ever felt. Being the loving husband Robz is, he realized that it’s best we go to a hospital !! I never ever dreamt that I’d go to Accident and Emergency department in a hospital for a friggin’ TOOTHACHE!

Felt so embarrassed describing to the A&E staff ’bout my toothache. Thankfully, they showed sympathy and quickly brought me into the room. The attending doctor was tryin’ hard not to smile as I described the toothache. I guess it must’ve been hillarious to see a very animatedly dramatic gurl whining away in pain ’bout a TOOTHACHE! Generally, A & E people are more used to seein’ very dramatic events like a woman in labour contractions, or a man with a severed finger frm some mugging, or somethin’ along THAT line!

Finally, I was given an intra-muscular injection of pethidine. Ahh, that was just PERFECT. In an instant, couldn’t feel anythin’ any longer. Robz took me back home and I remember fallin’ over the bed and next I woke up was today morning. Was given sick-leave for a day.Went to my regular dentist this morning. He emphasized that there’s no way he’d touch that highly-inflamed-gum area at this point! So, another course of strong antbiotics and I’ve to come back on Thursday for the inevitable end —> tooth extraction!

Been tryin’ to sleep, but nope. Can’t seem to sleep in the day. Nevertheless, feel all doped up with strong anbiotics and painkillers.

Hence, I figured I’d come scribble somethin’ ‘ere ‘coz itz been ages since I blogged.

Room’s beginning to spin a li’l. Perhaps I should go lie in bed.

Argh, what a depressing blog entry.

It was sheer bliss to receive Komathy’s phone-call ’bout 2mths ago, announcing to me that she’s getting married! Komathy and I had been schoolmates in Convent Bkt Nanas. She was an athlete in school and we’d always admire her whilst she did her thing on the school field. Indeed, she was a very tall lanky girl who aced in sports. We were pretty close back then. Years later, our lives took on different paths and we drifted apart a li’l. Nonetheless, she’d still make an effort to call at least once or twice a year, just to find out how I’m doin’. The moment I received her wedding card, I told Robz that we’d DEFINITELY make it to this wedding,regardless of any other appointments that might come along laterz, on that particular day. Met up with Alina D Cruz, another close ex-schoolmate at the wedding. Sadly, Alina and I were the only schoolmates present. Komathy looked gorgeous in her purple saree. She and her bridegroom, Prakash make such a lovely couple, indeed. We took a couple of snap-shots (which I shall insert into a Photo Album on this blog page). Thatz it for now. Have a nice week, folks!

See, these are parts of the vows that Robz and I said at our wedding, at the altar . ………… .2 1 /2 yrs ago. I neva really appreciated this phrase to its utmost depth until hours ago this morning.

Yesterday evening, we were out on a rendezvous at Brickfields. In retrospect, it was my bright idea to go to B’fields as we  hadn’t been there over the last couple of months. Being the dutiful husband Robz is, he obliged and hence, off we went for an evening of window shopping. Ended up buying several pretty ear-rings at my favourite Indian-accessories outlet -Bombay Point.

In true Malaysian style, all shopping events eventually end up with us hungry souls feasting on FOOOOOOOOD. Which is why multi-level shopping complexes always ensure they have a huge huge food court that serves a wide variety of food to satisfy the hunger and cravings of all those countless M’sians that haunt malls , as entrepreneurs are well versed with the idea that once folks have shopped to their heart’s content, a day ain’t complete until one has feasted on a sumptious meal !

Being in B’fields, I was tempted to have banana leaf meal for dinner as I’m quite a fan of typical South Indian cuisine! Robz opted for his evergreen Chappatti & dhal curry. Dinner was uneventful and all went calm and smoothly. Until this morning, when the storms of ill health struck. Routinely, Sundays are usually filled with church,church,church all morning.

As always, we were sitting in church, and then, I noticed tht Robz made several disappearing acts during the church-service. As I sit upstairs at my piano-organ, I get an aerial view of church and hence, had a good picture of Robz walkin’ in and out. It hadn’t occured to me that somethin’ was wrong, until after service, when our Priest informed me that Robz had to make several emergency calls to the TOILET. I figured that it was his Chappati that must’ve caused a wee tummy upset and once he was out frm the toilet, gave him some moral emotional wifely-encouragement n support, being the good wife I am (yea rite!) and we proceeded with the nxt Tamil service which was frm 9.30-11am. I knew that generally, Robz has a more ’sensitive’ digestive system than mine,and hence, I figured that this was just one of those frequent diarrhea-episodes he had. Felt sorry for him, and said a prayer and hoped that he’d feel better during the course of the day.

At approximately 10am, disaster struck. I was playing the organ for a song, and that was when my tummy started rumbling away. I knew somethin’ wasn’t right. Panic started creeping in. I realized tht I,too, hadn’t escaped frm the clutches of the food-poisoning spell frm last nite! In a matter of minutes, I was in a ’state of emergency’ and HAD to go to toilet A.S.A.P. 

Generally, i HATE using public toilets. As much as possible, I try and avoid the usage unless I’m in dire circumstances. This was soon proving to be one of those VERY dire situations. I looked at my watch, there was still another 1 1/2 hrs to go before I could even step back into the comforts of my own home and toilet!!! *sigh.

I knew tht I had to visit a toilet VERY soon or it would get really ugly. Thank goodness for a set of back-up musicians in my church, it didn’t take me long to ask a church-friend to substitute my place as organist. Grabbed my handbag and rushed to the nearest toilet. Checked my handbag, and as luck would have it, I had run out of tissues!

Arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………… 

That was when I found a ‘gadget’ which all this while, I had taken for granted. —> WET TISSUES! I had bought this pack at Watsons ’bout 4-5months ago and it just sat there in the handbag, with minimal usage. At that time, I had purchased it ‘coz it had a delicate sandalwood fragrance to it. Li’l did I even imagine tht months down the line, that very unassuming li’l packet of Wet Tissues would become a life-saver! *giggles.

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In the end, Robz and I sadly looked at each other and we realized that the food we had in B’fields must’ve been stale and hence, both were badly affected de nxt day! Ultimately, we made a portion of our wedding vows become a reality, by suffering an episode of food poisoning together, after havin’ had a meal the previous nite! *grins

The Hair

Due to curious and exciting response to my ‘bad hair episode’, I’ve decided to upload some pics which were taken over the last 48hrs for illustration purposes. Oh well, in my defense, I still think tht it looked real bad on the evening of the hair-cut as opposed to now. Either tht, or my fringe-hair decided to grow a li’l faster than usual ,knowing very well how depressed I was that evening! *giggles.

Friendships

There are some friends you’ve known all your life. e.g childhood friends. There are some friends you meet at your workplace e.g colleagues. Then, there are some friends whom you meet randomly and click instantly and discover that you have so much chemistry and similarities with each other. You find tht you can relate to each other like you’ve known her all your life. Such is the bond I have with a very special girl.

Dhurga’s her name and over de last w’kend, she had come to my place to spend a nite with me. The following are chronicles of what two crazy girls were up to all w’kend. My excitement probably kicked off from Friday night. I wanted D’s stay to be as pleasant as possible and hence, I set -up the ‘guest-room’ to make it look as pretty as a hotel-room! Hehe…oh well, I set myself high-standards ! *laughs.

Preparing toiletries and towels and  basic amenities seemed so much fun. Even Robz got ‘infected’ with my playing-hostess behaviour and started checkin’ every light bulb in the house to see if they were functioning so as to ensure tht D walks into a house lit up with bright lights and not darkness. Yes yes, we were both very excited and we hardly have visitors over! *sigh.

On Saturday, the first thought in my mind as I woke up was . . . D’s comin’ today! Yipppppppppie! Robz and I were off to our usual Saturday-morning-routine –> havin’ Yong Tau Foo at the local market. This time, I insisted on buying fresh flowers. Nothin’ adds colour to a home more than a fresh bouquet of roses and orchids. Even my florist was surprised that I bought TWO bouquets instead of the usual one bouquet. I explained to her that a very special guest was comin’ over and I was preparing the home for her.

Then, Robz and I proceeded with grocery shopping. Hours passed by, and I got dressed and it was time to meet up D. We sped off to Megamall, our usual haunt . Spent all afternoon at the food-court chatting away non-stop. People nearby us must’ve wondered if we’d EVER keep quiet for a moment. She bought me a very pretty clock (that fits in so well with the rest of de deco in our hom) and also a gorgeous photo frame with an enlarged pic of Robz and me (one of those funky studio shots taken during the wedding season!).

By then, it was time for my Piano Class at church. D followed me and sat nxt to me as I taught my students piano. An hour later, we were back home. Guess what we were up to? Robz has always urged me to learn how to make chapatti as he’d like to start eating chapatti at home instead of high-carbs-filled-rice. D knows how to make chapatti and hence, the two girls got busy in the kitchen preparing the dough. Had lotsa fun cookin’! *smiles

Then, we were off to B’sar Village. Checked out the New Wing, which certainly seems fascinating to me! I mentally reminded myself that I’ll hafta come back ‘ere to check de shops out in more detail and depth in time to come! Hehe…

Had dinner at Anjappar. D’s vegetarian and Anjappar was the first place I could think of. After a very very very heavy dinner, we took a light stroll to the car park, which must’ve surely aided the digestion process a tad bit.

The moment we reached home, we went upstairs and had so many stories to talk with each other. Gosh, I’ve lost count of the number of topics we covered in one night! Talked and talked and talked. Robz felt a li’l left out with all the girly-chat and decided to pick up one of his favourite DVDs and rest on the couch instead.

Finally, it was bed-time as we had an early start the nxt day. Sadly, we parted and went off to sleep.

Sunday morning was indeed an exciting morning, as I took D to church. D’s neva been to church in her entire life. Interestingly, this particular Sunday was a hugely significant day at our church as it was the ‘installation/registration’ ceremony of our new priest. The Anglican BISHOP of West Malaysia was present,too! D feasted her eyes on the rainbow of colours of sarees and procession of choir members, priests, etc in church. Hours passed by at church and by the time we realized , it was time to send D back to B’fields to her Aunt’s place. Sadly, with a heavy-heart, we hugged each other, promising tht we’d keep in touch and meet up soon.

Upon havin’ completed this blog, I realize tht this ’story’ would only be of particular interest to both D and me. To the others who bothered reading it up to this part, you’d probably be stiff-bored ‘coz this was purely a narration of my entire w’kend, spent with a dear friend.

Oh well, when I was younger, I’d pen down significant moments into my diary. Years later, I grew out of tht habit. And then I discovered the world of BLOGGING.

I realize tht I don’t necessarily have to blog ’bout somethin’ sensational and exciting all the time. Fact is, life ain’t all tht glamourous and exciting for us, mere mortals! Haha. There are mundane moments and there are some passionately exciting moments. To be able to narrate each of these moments into a blog, is what I aspire to do. Hence, to you folks out there, hope you aren’t disappointed.

As far as I’m concerned, I had a  marvellously splendid w’kend and I’m glad I managed to put it in black and white whilst the memories are still fresh in my mind. D, I love you lotssssss and I know you’re going to be reading this blog-entry ‘coz you ALWAYS read all of my blogs. We’ll have to meet up again, honey! *hugssssssss n kisses

Nope. I didn’t get electrocuted. De moment I opened my eyes, de clock next to me showed digits that spelt ‘PANIC NOW’.

Indeed, I had overslept. It was 5 minutes past 8am and I should’ve been touching up on some make-up and waltzing out of the house under normal circumstances. On an ‘ordinary morning’, I’d wake up at 7.30am, and snooze-in till 7.45am and then enthusiastically get out of bed and continue with the rest of the ‘routine’. I’m blessed with a workplace that is less than 10mins away frm home, hence I can afford to wake up as late as 7.45am on a working day!

Nevertheless, today had proven to be a dramatic morning. I can’t remember the last time I overslept. A minute passed by and I was still panic-stricken, wondering on my action-plan and ‘damage-control’. Whilst thinking it over, I tried shaking Robz to wake him up to ‘announce’ tht I had overslept, only to be greeted with a sleepy moan and there he was, as motionless as a log, fast asleep.

Argh.

I knew I HAD to get out of bed immediately, as I’d have to punch in at work at 8.30am! No time to say my morning prayers with Robz, absolutely no time to do those abdo-crunches. Brushed my teeth, jumped into the showers, and got dressed within a period of less than 10mins. There was absolutely no time for make-up. I have this obsessive habit of taking out clothes I’m gonna wear the next day , the previous night, along with matching ear-rings and bracelets and necklaces. Never did I realize tht someday, tht obsessive habit of mine wld work towards my advantage . . . until this very late morning. Everything was laid out in front of me and all I had to do was quickly put ‘em on!

Dashed out of the house and sped thru’ to work. Thankfully the road was clear and there was no traffic jam. Parked my car in the first available lot at my workplace and whisked off to the punch-clock at the reception. Time? 8.28am! I still have no idea how I did it. Errrmmm, for starters, the punch-clock has been pushed backwards (by some truant staff some days ago) approximately 5mins LATE. Hence, tehcnically speaking, I reached work at 8.33am, but due to the 5-mins-delay, I was SAFE! No red-mark on my punch-card.

*breathes a huge huge sigh of relief

Once I had settled in at office, I began pondering. According to popular Indian beliefs, starting the day on the wrong foot would bring ‘bad luck’ for de rest of the day! One had to anticipate the worst of twists of events. I’ve never been superstitious but yet again, I couldn’t help ward off the thoughts tht I might run into some ‘bad luck’ later in the day. Work was routine and hectic, nonetheless exciting, as usual.

Instead of havin’ lunch like most folks do during their lunch-breaks, I decided to do somethin’ different instead. Decided to pamper myself with a luxurious pedicure nearby my workplace. The timing was perfect and the place wasn’t full, hence, they could cope with my walk-in-appointment. Ahhh, nothin’ beats the delight of havin’ one’s toe-nails done whilst leisurely seated on a cosy couch in a dimly-lit room with the air-con blowing chill air whilst everyone else is busy braving thru’ the lunch-hour-traffic on a hot scorching day! Pure bliss. By the end of my lunch break, with gastric juices running riots in tht stomach of mine, I grabbed a li’l hot-dog & iced-lemon-tea at Bakers Cottage whilst admiring my newly painted toe-nails every couple of minutes! Yep. Vanity is my middle-name.The thought of havin’ pushed in a li’l pedicure over my lunch-break was just fabulous. Work in de afternoon seemed so much more pleasant, just havin’ pretty toes! I know i know . . itz all psychological . Oh well, it made me feel betta, so what the hell!?

In the evening, still basking in the glory of the pedicure, I decided to try out somethin’ a li’l more adventurous. Robz was goin’ to be comin’ home late tonite and hence, I thought it might be worth gettin’ a li’l hair-cut. I reminded myself that I had just visited the saloon a month ago to REBOND my hair. But, the thought of havin’ a relaxing head-massage was a li’l too tempting and hence, I succumbed to the craving and drove straight to my regular hair-saloonist. Gettin’ a lot at the car park was easy, amidst de peak-hours-chaos after work. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that my saloonist closes his saloon on Wednesdays. I should’ve realized tht it was a ‘hint frm destiny’ tellin’ me to scrape off de idea of doin’ somethin’ to my hair. But, nope. The temptation to get the hair done was much greater. Went on a hunt for the next available saloon. Walked into a saloon which was packed. Waited 20mins. Again, I got impatient, and decided to try a third saloon. Being perseverent can be a good quality at times, but not all the times. I should’ve realized tht I was being ‘warned’ that it may not be a good day to do anythin’ with my hair today. Did I listen to ANY of those ‘warnings’?! Absolutely not!

Eventually, I found the hair-saloon tht I used to frequent in my teenaged-days. I was lucky enough to be attended to almost immediately upon arrival at the saloon. All I wanted was to my have fringe trimmed and to wash my hair. Whilst she kept chopping away my hair, I should’ve realized that this was heading toward disaster. I did warn her, "I don’t want my fringe too short, alrite?". She gave me her usual business-million-dollar-smile and went on snipping away. Somehow, I wasn’t convinced and fear began to creep in.By the time she was done, I knew it. DISASTER had struck its ugly head, and my hair had became its victim.

Argggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh…………she cut it too short. I was still in a daze in the saloon and just robotically paid for de hair-wash-n-cut and walked back into the car. Once I sat at the car, and stared into my rear-view mirror, reality had surfaced. The brutal reality tht I now looked like a mad-woman who went amok with a pair of scissors and decided to massacre her hair! Folks, am not exaggerating. Everytime I look into the mirror, my smile turns into a frown upon havin’ to face tht ugly short fringe! The consolation? It’ll grow out. Then again, that’s gonna take a couple of weeks. In the meantime, I’m going to have to depend on hair-clips to push back this awful ‘thing’ called a ‘fringe’. All thanks to my determination to have my hair done today. I wish I had just ‘listened’ to those ‘warnings’ . I wish I had just quietly gone back home instead of being all adventurous. Oh well . . . wishes shall always remain wishes. Neither can I turn the clock back now.

Ultimately, as silly as superstitions may be, sometimes, it’s almost ironic when there’s a tiny tiny tiny tad bit of element of truth in it. In my case, it was just an ugly disastrous combination of events all day. Nonetheless, I’ve written a mental note NEVER to be too spontaneous and do things on the spur-of-the-moment without givin’ much thoughts to it. Unless one wants to end up lookin’ like a psycho-woman, of course!

*Sigh

It feels like Christmas was barely a fortnight ago.

Now, January’s almost comin’ to an end! Either I’ve got a really bad time-disorientation, or time’s certainly flying past very fast. Work’s started and the holiday-mood has flown out of the window. Oh well, all good things come to an end and we can’t quite party all year, can we? Itz back to work,work,work. Daily routines, mundane chores,etc. Sometimes, these daily routine gives a certain happiness in its own way, doesn’t it? I suppose at the end of the day, itz just how best you make of each event tht passes by.

As January comes to an end, I shall reflect on all tht has happened. It’ll be nice to have an account of each month and the good and not-so-good events tht took place. To be able to write it in chronicles wld be quite a feat, and I shall attempt it. Whether or not i succeed, we’d know at the end of the year! *giggles.

January. New Year’s Day. Was sick. Kept coughing like a TB-patient whilst everyone kept stayin’ away frm me for fear I’d infect ‘em with my ‘bugs’. It was back-2-school for nieces and nephews and back-2-work for those of us who had a break frm work during Christmas-New Year season.

Work’s been hectic and exciting, nonetheless.

Church . . . well, the activities and projects for the year have started kicking in. As one wld know, it gives me a greattttttt adrenaline rush to work on huge-projects when it comes to church-work. With tht, today’s committee meeting of the Young Adults’ group was certainly a blast. Our Parish Priest was present, and we discussed events and activities for the entire year. Ambitious? Nah. We put up practical thoughts onto black-n-white and hopefully we’d be able to achieve our targets for the year.

Again, our Church Annual Concert’s comin ‘up in April. I managed to ’seal a deal’ with a local textile shop owner who has gorgeous selections of sarees/etc for the much-talked-about-item–> Fashion Show ! Am rather excited ’bout gettin’ the concert organized.

Robz has been quite busy with work. Nonetheless, few days back, we made it a point to go watch ‘A night in the Museum’ and ‘Guru’ to catch up on our ‘movie-quota’ for de month.

It certainly feels like Midvalley Megamall is indeed our 2nd home as we spend at least 2-3 evenings in a week in there! Yes, we’re lifeless and pathetic. Nahhh, the mall’s filled with so much to do. Even after havin’ gone there at least 150 times or so, I’ve not got bored of the place!!

Apart frm tht, I can’t think of anythin’ else I’d like to blog about at de moment. Gosh, this blog hardly had any exciting story to relate to you ’bout! *Sigh. When there’s somethin’ more interesting to write ’bout, I’ll definitely come back in ‘ere to write every single detail of it! Have a nice pleasant week ahead, folks!

The year 2007 is barely a day away . . and here I am, sick as ever. All thru’out the year I was fine. Ermmm, let me rephrase tht . . apart frm that nasty ankle fracture tht landed me at home for 2mths, i was completely fine! Then, frm nowhere, the flu bug hit me and here I am, sneezing away, coughing away . . . and I’ve lost my voice,too!! All thru’out my life, I’ve NEVER lost my voice! Honestly!!! I used to find it rather amusing tht people lost their voices during a bad bad URTI. Errrrrrrrrrrrrr, i mean, amusing as in . . . . odd . . . . errrrrrr . . . weird. Until it happened to me! Now, the people around me are havin’ a darn good laughter, hearing me croak away! Damn . . .what goes around certainly comes back around . .

Whilst everyone is out there partying away, I’m stuck at home with a croaky voice. Argggggggghhhhhhhhhh. . . how very frustrating. Then again, I know I shld be counting my blessings ‘coz there are less fortunate people out there who are bedridden in hospital and aren’t even able to spend de first few moments of New Year with their loved ones.

The last couple of days have been events-filled, to say the least. Last nite, our church had its Annual Dinner at Shah Alam Club.  This Annual Dinner is particularly significant to Robz and me ‘coz six years ago, we met each other at this Annual Dinner(at Shah Alam Club) too!!!  It was certainly very nostalgic to walk into the familiar grounds of Shah Alam club. Again, Robz and I had fun hosting a couple of games during the dinner. Thanks to my croaky voice, I ended up takin’ care of the music selection for de evening, whilst Robz wuz the MC and games-host.

Apart frm tht, been tryin’ to do as much as possible during my leave days. Nevertheless, itz rather difficult to be doin’ lotsa stuff whilst being SICK! *sigh. On Friday, out of a fit of anger and rage, I told myself tht I’m gonna go out and act like a ‘healthy normal gal’ and ended up obsessively collecting nine watches of mine that had run out of batteries and drove up to Amcorp Mall and got all watches’ batteries replaced! Yes yes . . I just HAD to prove to myself tht I felt well enough to drive across Federal Highway alone and go change those batteries! Oh, and I had to change a gift tht we got for Dad ‘coz it was broken. Of course Mom thought it was completely ridiculous of me to be out there in the hot sun, drivin’ across to PJ whilst being so sick, to go change de gift. Then again, Mommies are always super-duper-protective, aren’t they?

I told myself I’d make this blog entry a short one ‘coz even now, as I’m tryin’ so darn hard to type this out, my eyes are watery and burning! Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh . . i hate being sick!!!

Anyway, enough of digressing frm de main point. To those who read this entry, HAPPY NEW YEAR, folks!!

Itz Christmas day today! Gosh . . . time has flown past so fast. This would be our 3rd Christmas together since we got married. Fact is, it has been quite a roller coaster of events and happenings over the last couple of weeks. Firstly, it was devastating to discover tht I’d be missing out on almost ALL the fun of Christmas (which usually happpens in the last week counting down towards Christmas), ‘thanks’ to a 2-week compulsory work-related course I had to go to in Lumut.

With mixed feelings, I packed my bags and left to Lumut, and met 36 other doctors (who hailed frm all nooks and corners of Perak) on 12th December. Heavy-hearted as I was, I knew I had to keep myself emotionally strong to go thru’ those two weeks,away frm home, during the festive season. Destiny plays ironic games on us at times, and yet again, it played a funny game on me! A friend whom once I was BEST BEST BEST friends with (but later drifted apart for reasons known best to her and me), was destined to meet me in this trip. In a twist of events, we ended up as room-mates! Suffice to say tht the bond that was once thought of as broken, eventually grew strong and within days, we were completely comfortable with each other and it was just like the good ‘ole days. Oh well. . . life’s too short and you can’t spend most of it keeping grudges against people now, can u? I like to stick to my principle of "to err is human, and hence treat others as how u’d like to be treated". We became best of friends(for a 2nd time . . .hopefully for eternity this time!) and the entire 2-week course became a joy ,thanks to this long-lost new-found (pun intended!) friendship with my dearest Lakshmi. Also met a whole bunch of crazy psycho doctors in this group . People I never knew existed and vice versa. We had so much fun frm the first thing in the day, at 6.30am, doin’ compulsory sports and aerobics exercise, right up to sitting in class all thru’ out the day, tryin’ our level best to pay attention in class . . and thru’ to dinner , which got rather interesting over the last couple of days. We had BBQ, Steam-boat, a host of seafood,etc. There’s so much to talk ’bout the induction course. Nevertheless, I’d probably end up spending 1/2 hr typing out all my ramblings and the last thing I’d wanna do is bore my ‘reader’ (if any! …hehe).

All in all, I realized that even tho’ I had so much of fears and apprehension with regards to this trip to an almost unknown place with unknown people, during de festive season, I’m certainly glad and relieved that things took such a positive turn of events! In fact, whilst I was missing out on the whole excitement of Christmas, a few Christians in the group managed to get 2gether and we put up a li’l carols-singing-event one evening, tht lasted right up to 2am! I shall never forget the man-with-a-God-given-talent-2-sing(Richard), the angel-on-earth(Tracy) , and the ever-enthusiastic-full-of-zest (Lynette), who made de entire carols-singing event such a joy !

I thank God that in the end, even tho’ I missed out on the carolling events of my church members over the last week, I ended up havin’ an amazing 2wks in Lumut in the most unexpected manner.

I suppose, at the end of the day, no matter how much you try to be in control of a situation, there are gonna be times, when you just hafta learn to loosen up and let things take itz own pace and flow and sit back and relax and make the best of what you have.

Recently, we’ve begun to have prayer get-togethers at our home once a month. Last month, we had a splendid time, discussing issues pertaining to FAITH ! Apart frm a variety ideas that we brainstormed together, every one brought a dish each and we had a sumptious dinner together! There was nasi goreng, muffins, curry puffs, etc! Had so much fun and we didn’t even realize the time passing!

Itz end November and in de wink of an eye, itz gonna be December . . .and . . . it’ll be Christmas time! Yippppppppppppieeeeeeeeee ! *jumps around excitedly.

Sadly, this year, I’m not gonna be able to participate in our church carolling and Children’s Christmas Party events, thanks to a compulsory course which I have to attend at work.

Did I mention tht I’d be out of town thru’out the period of this course, a mere 2 wks prior to Christmas? *Sigh

Oh well . . that just means Robz and I will have to do Christmas decorations shopping a lot earlier than our usual 11th-hour-style! *laughs

Till I have more exciting stories to tell, I shall not ‘hog’ this blog

(wow, that rhymed) with dull paragraphs! 

Life is a box of chocolates, ain’t it?

Sometimes, months passed by so uneventfully and quietly. Then comes a w’kend blasting with a truck load of activities tht leaves you overwhelmed. Such was my w’kend. One of my favourite cousins got married. We’re de same age and we’ve always been close. I still remember when she and I spent a fair bit of time in Taiping together. I have pleasant memories of playin’ tennis with her, and we even went to the Taiping Zoo together! Now, she’s a mature married woman, just like me! *Haha…yea rite!

The Wedding

I was indeed honoured when months ago, she approached me and asked if I could play de organ for her wedding. Delighted I was!! It gave me such joy to play the wedding march as she walked in radiantly, hand in hand with my Uncle who walked her down her aisle. It certainly brought back a gush of memories of ME walkin’ down de aisle just barely 2yrs,2mths ago!

Family Reunion

With cousin’s wedding on board, relatives frm all over de world had gathered together. Such awesome fellowship we shared, meeting up at various spots for prayer meetings, dinners,etc. I totally love family gatherings. This is the time for us to exchange stories with each other, for laughter,etc. Of course there’s the gossip-group as well. I usually steer clear away frm ‘em! *laughs

The Dog

Robz has been yearning for a second dog ‘coz he says Sammy always looks so darn lonely. Hence, ’bout 2wks ago, off we went to the pet-shop ,hunting for a 2nd pet. We saw a li’l puppy that resembled a ‘baby wolf’ at first glance. We exchanged glances with the puppy, played around and cuddled him for a bit and in less than ten minutes, we were both crazy over him. We made a reservation that evenin’ and immediately named him, even tho’ he wuz still at the shop!! ‘Gypsy’s his name and as of now, he’s comfortably resting in our verandah! Yep, we bought him ‘coz Robz was adamant on wanting a second dog. As far as I’m concerned, he does the maintenance whilst I do the ‘observations’ *wink wink

Christmas Carolling

Once again, the yuletide season is around the corner. Which means that church-work begins again. With joy, the usual suspects gathered for our carolling practice. The young and the old, together we sang familiar songs once again whilst Robz strummed his black-shiny-acoustic guitar.My duty’s to check out some BLUE material for our carollers’ uniform. Hopefully we come up with somethin’ pretty and smart for de men and ladies of de carolling group. Will update this entry laterz.

Many more stories to write ’bout . . . will keep updating this blog over de next few days. Till then, have a pleasant week, folks! *Waves