Eulogy for My Father.

My brother is right. Our parents are getting old, and yet, here we are, achieved nothing that can match their achievements when they were our ages. It is flattering that he still has faith in his younger brother and sister, to keep up with the race. It touches me, that he believes in me more than I believe in myself.

The Bi-annual Internet Diet

Twice a year, I'll go on internet diet.

Don't worry, I won't go on and on to brag about how healthy it is and promote it to you. Truth to be told, I don't have other choice, but to detach myself from the addictive mystical cyber world. Honestly, why would one have internet diet anyway?

Okay, I only use the term "internet diet" because it sounds, erm, cooler than "I-cannot-afford-roaming-or-the-hotel's-internet-facilities-therefore-I-cannot-online".


I'm lucky to have a mother who enjoys traveling. Even luckier that she likes to bring me along with her. I think the facts that I'm the youngest and doesn't shop much may be the factors.

This time, I'm going to Bangkok with both my parents. My father has a conference meeting there, and my mother saw this as an opportunity to travel and cut the accommodation cost. After all, my father's travel needs will be covered by his company. Baba will be busy working. Mom will be free to shop all she likes, with extra 30kg baggage allowance. The perfect travel plan, for the mother.

Right now, I feel that having a Blackberry is completely useless. I honestly thought, with a smartphone, I will never have to go through another day without internet. That I will always be connected to the world, cyberworld. Well, I could, if I could afford the RM36/day roaming fee. I feel so cheated by Blackberry and Blackberry Internet Service (BIS).

I'll be in Bangkok for 5 days. I do not have RM180 laying around for roaming. Hell, I could barely afford my current phone bills.

I do hope the hotel provides free wi-fi. I do not want to go through the agony of being internet-less for 5 consecutive days.

Yes, I'll live. It's not fatal. Doesn't mean I'm okay with it.

If there's free wi-fi, I'll update you soon from the Land of White Elephants.
If they don't, then see you when I'm back.

I Love My Mom

My last minute Mother's Day gift for my mom. Wanted to do a different kind of video, but due to the time constraint, I guess my mother has to settle for a picture slideshow.

Thankfully, she liked it. Phew! (or at least, she said so.)


The people of 76 and the girls of 60 actually wanted to do a joint-celebration for Mother's Day. However, due to some circumstances, we are unable to do so. Our mothers had to attend a social event during the day.

So, how did we celebrate Mother's Day? Well, "Water for Elephants". Yes, watching movie at the cinema.

Simple and kinda lame. It's okay, I'll redeem myself on her upcoming birthday in September.

Phenomenal Woman

Only the most ancient love on earth
will wash and comb the statue of the children,
straighten the feet and knees.
The water rises, the soap slithers,
and the pure body comes up to breathe
the air of flowers and motherhood.
Oh, the sharp watchfulness,
the sweet deception,
the lukewarm struggle!
Now the hair is a tangled
pelt criscrossed by charcoal,
by sawdust and oil,
soot, wiring, crabs,
until love, in its patience,
sets up buckets and sponges,
combs and towels,
and, out of scrubbing and combing, amber,
primal scrupulousness, jasmines,
has emerged the child, newer still,
running from the mother’s arms
to clamber again on its cyclone,
go looking for mud, oil, urine and ink,
hurt itself, roll about on the stones.
Thurs, newly washed, the child springs into life,
for later, it will have time for nothing more
than keeping clean, but with the life lacking.

Pablo Neruda, "To Wash A Child"

Happy Mother's Day

to all the mothers in the world.

My Mother

Great, Mom. Rub it in a little more. Tell me more about your "mother-daughter" bonding time with my sister. Awesome.

=(

I Miss My Mom

I realize that statement makes me appear as a momma's girl, especially since I live in the same house with my parents.

Baba

You're 56!

Melaka

I think you're great, and Im'ma let you finish, but Kota Kinabalu has the best Ikan Bakar.

15022010

  A day full of furniture-shopping, house-hunting and monkeying around.

I'm No Fatty!

If you say otherwise, you may leave now. No, seriously. Leave.

They Say The Darnest Thing

I'm not usually fond of family gathering. In fact, I tend to try to avoid them. In vain, of course. My parents will always use their veto power on me, and drag me with them kicking and screaming. Yes, I used to literally do that, but now I only do it figuratively, because it's getting a little too embarrassing. For me. My parents do not care. At all. I guess having Intan as their first child had prepared them enough already. Haha.