At the dentist

I was sitting on the uncomfortably hard dentist chair, staring deep into the soul of the bright white light above me. It has been a while since I was last in this exact position, staring at the depths of the almost exact white light.

You know, I hate going to the dentist with a passion. I hate everything to do with it. My stomach churns when I smell the sterility of the tools and equipment. I feel a lump in my throat when I see the dentists motioning for me to sit on that horrid hard dentist chair. The only warmth from this place are those little crinkles in the corners of the dentists’s eyes as they presumably smile at me, voice muffled by the mask they’re wearing.

Everytime as they probe and dig deep into my mouth and as I stare hard at the white light, my thoughts always wander to this exact slice of memory from my childhood.

My earliest memory of going to the dentist is when I was 6 or 7. I was clutching tightly to my grandpa’s shirt from behind as we rode his old motorcycle to the dentist in town. I lived with my grandparents in a small town called Teluk Intan when I was young, and most of my childhood memory of travelling to places revolves around this rugged bike and clutching to someone’s shirt from behind.

So I was clutching to his shirt, and I could hear my grandma yelling from the house as we rode down the tarred road. “Remember to not let her come back until the teeth are removed!” she’d yelled in Hokkien, loud and fierce. I was terrified of my grandma; we all were. She was the iron matron of the household. She was strong, big and abusive. She held the order that was much needed in a household of 5 young children.

I remember one time when I was 8, I had fallen down in school and my right knee was scraped quite badly. I wrapped it with tissue and hid it for days from my grandma, for I knew she would punish me if she’d known that I wasn’t careful. My wound ended up terribly infected and is now a permanent 50-cents-sized scar on my knee.

If you thought the Tiger Mom was bad, you clearly have not met my grandma. She would cane us if we got anything less than 90% in school. She threw me out of the house once and I had to sleep in the darkness of the porch cos I was quarreling with my sister. My sister had it worse though, she was thrown into the dark alleyway behind the house instead. That was probably how she’d developed her fear for rats and roaches. We were no older than 5 or 6 at this point.

So I was at the back of the bike, choking back tears for I knew if my grandma had given such clear instructions, there was no way in hell that I could have escaped this. I contemplated jumping down from the bike and running into the abyss of the palm oil plantation, but I was scared of snakes and I was too much of a coward to make that jump. I would’ve survived though, since I was quite a chubby kid and my fats would’ve been quite a good buffer.

The remaining ride to town was painful and I felt that awful knot in my stomach tightening with each second. At the traffic light, I nudged my grandpa and told him I needed to poop. He either didn’t hear me or had chosen to ignore me as he stared ahead, waiting for the light to turn green.

The butterflies in my stomach intensified as the big black and white sign of the clinic appeared in the horizon. I remember vividly how the interior of the clinic was lined with wooden linings on the walls, a typical decor in old 80s and 90s clinics in small towns. I would come to really hate this sight for the next 3 times I visited this clinic again.

We sat on the wooden bench in silence, my hands clasped nervously together. My grandpa’s face remained stoic as I tried pleading one last time right outside the dentist’s door as the nurse called me in. My grandpa is a man of few words and is often quite a grump, so I knew this would go nowhere.

That same bright light, that same uncomfortable chair. Blinking back tears, I stared deep into the light’s soul as the dentist extracted 3 teeth. I could feel the blood oozing out before he jammed cotton pads wrapped with gauze in my mouth.

My grandpa patted my head when I came out and offered a slight smile, a rare gesture from a man that emotionless. The ride back home was a complete contrast to the one barely an hour prior. I didn’t have to poop anymore and the knots in my stomach were gone, replaced with an overwhelming sense of pride for having gone through the worst ordeal of my 7 years of life. As the wind grazed my face and hair, I smiled and winced at the pain and smiled some more.

My grandma was very nice to me for days after that. She would cook porridge for me and diligently added Marmite into it for taste. She allowed me to stay 30 mins past bedtime so I could watch the TVB drama with her while my siblings and cousins had to go to bed. I remember thinking to myself, wow this is what being a grownup feels like.

This particular memory came back to me as I sat staring at the white light last week. This time, however, this memory was laced with bitterness and sadness. I’d received a picture from my mom last month of my grandparents. My grandad had to amputate both his legs last year and my grandma had to take care of him since. That big, strong person I’d once feared had disappeared completely, replaced with a sullen, pale -looking stranger with sunken cheeks, much skinnier and much older. Age is catching up with both of them, and I felt that griping pain in my chest when I thought of that man who’d patted my head, and that woman who’d fed me Marmite porridge.

20 years later, I’m still on that damned dentist chair, still fighting back tears but for a different reason now. I guess some things don’t change… and some things do.

A brand new start

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!

A couple of days before 2014 ended, we moved into our new home! Well it’s not exactly ours since we’re just renting, but it’s still extremely exciting for us as we embark on this new journey to be adults.

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It’s a pretty small place, just enough for the two of us, but we wanted somewhere where we’d feel comfortable and want to go home to. This place is pretty far from the city but has great facilities! Shops are really close by, we feel safe and just love everything to do with this place. Plus, it’s brand new so we don’t need to do tons of cleaning.

One huge sofa, one table, a bed, kitchen cabinet and a few shelves, and this place is all furnished!

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It has a gym too..which I’ve yet to use. I really need to cancel my gym membership now.. :(

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Time to build our bookshelf..

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Tada, and I did this almost single-handedly too! Super pleased with it cos it’s only RM59 from Ikea :D :D #elcheapoisback

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The wardrobe was quite difficult to transport in a Myvi and took two days to assemble, but also very very happy with it cos it’s only RM299. It’s almost impossible to find a 3 door wardrobe for this price anywhere!

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On NYE, we had our first group of visitors over to celebrate New Year! Thank you for coming all the way here despite the traffic Jammie, Kelvs and Hawa <3

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Before the clock struck 12.

We wanted to watch the fireworks in Desa Park but we heard the traffic there was HORRIBLE. So we went downstairs and hoped that we’d be able to see it from here instead.

True enough…

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TADA! Very lucky to get a clear view of the 8-min fireworks show!

No need to get stuck in traffic for hours, no need to wade through human traffic in an overcrowded place, no need to wait aimlessly making small talks. So happy T______T I love my new place T____T

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The next day, we chilled at home talking about everything and nothing. Suddenly spoke about a business idea and this is Kelvs, who immediately sprung into action creating a business plan and pitching it to us. Lol so that’s how we started our year.

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We watched this indie film about multiple realities called “Coherence” projected on our wall after that. Movie started out slow but ended up being a surprisingly good film!

The pic is not of Coherence, it’s the new Hindi film called PK staring Aamir Khan, which we had to stop halfway while watching cos the subtitle sucked so bad and I couldn’t understand a thing. Need to start learning Hindi so I can be a true blue Indian woman.

☑ Worn saree (multiple times)
☑ Tied own saree (with youtube’s help)
☑ Eat Indian food on a weekly basis
☑ Prayed at temples
☑ Celebrated Deepavali
☑ Watched most popular Hindi and Tamil films
☑ Can recite a few famous Rajinikanth quotes
☑ Watched a few Indian movies in theater
☐ Cooked Indian food
☐ Speak Tamil/Hindi

Close..close..

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This is from today where Karthik made freshly-brewed coffee with our new coffee machine generously sold to us at a very good price from a blogger friend (thanks Jen!), and we spent all afternoon lazing around drinking coffee and listening to songs on Spotify.

I can’t believe we’re such adults now, living on our own and all that. It sometimes still feels very strange that I’m now in my late 20s. Can you believe it?? If you’ve been reading since I started blogging, can you believe that we’re both (if you were presumably in your teens when you first started) in our late 20s??!?!?!

We’ve passed our quarter life crises, have completed our studies, have worked a few years, are at a marriageable age (HAH) and in a couple of years, will probably have kids :O :O :O I still feel so much like a kid, no idea how I can take care of more kids! (as much as I LOVE kids)

Funny how being an adult is so daunting, no matter how long I’ve been an adult.

I think the scariest part is having the freedom to decide how I want to live my life. When I was younger, it didn’t quite matter how I want to live my life, since I feel like I have tons of opportunity to change things around. Now that I’m close to being 30, every day seems so..important. It’s like if I don’t choose wisely how I spend my days now, I’ll never get those days back ever again and my life will remain unaccomplished and mediocre forever.

Ok I need to restructure my thoughts around this better before I write them out so it doesn’t sound so bleak and sad haha. Why am I always still at a soul-searching phase?? How come it doesn’t ever end!

Anywayyyyyy I’m going to start the year the healthy way by going for a swim now, hope you’ll have a great 2015 ahead!

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From the both of us :)

This year, I’m anticipating a thousand times more “So when are YOU getting married??” questions. How dreadful T__T You’ll find out when we send you a card, asking that question just makes everyone feel awkward…..
And having been to so many weddings this year, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready. There’s way too much pressure so if I ever do get married, I’ll invite 100 people at most! Oh wait I haven’t talked about my sister’s super small and intimate wedding. Maybe in the next post!

Merry Christmas!

Andddd…I’m sick this Christmas. Whoop dee doo! The good news is, I’m on leave till next year so lots of time to recuperate at home!

The not so good news is I HATE being cooped up at home. On the extroversion scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being someone who literally needs to talk in her sleep cos she can’t stand silence and needs to be around people so much it’s creepy, I’m probably like a very strong 9. I need to be surrounded by sights and sounds all the time that it’s annoying. Plus, I seriously DO talk in my sleep hahahah

So I’ve been home recovering all day yesterday and today I’m out despite still sneezing and coughing. Typing this in yet another hipster cafe cos I’m cool like that wtf. So tempted to have latte but forced to drink chamomile, which is equally as expensive T__T

Also, the exciting news is, we’re moving to a new home soon :)

p.s: FINALLY, 4 years later, I’ve finally updated my About page. You can read it here.

Ok I’m easing into this. Changed my theme (decided to go with a simple minimalist one to reflect my age and maturity ahem) and background (still looks weird with the rough transition if you scroll down, cos it’s one image) and spent the last hour playing with the favicon so now I have a ❄ next to my url! It’s a snowflake cos my name means snow in Chinese. I would choose a sweat drop but it’s ugly wtf

Alright enough work for today, time to take a break and start blogging tomorrow. I took 5 days of leave just to get rid of my 230801 accumulated leave days so now I don’t know what to do with all this free time! In fact, I was on leave today but still went to work half day cos I have sucky work-life balance hahaha. Aud said I should REALLY start blogging again (she’s said this to me everytime we met this year……) so I thought I’ll REALLY do it this time.

Merry Christmas everyone and have a great break from your daily routine! Stay tuned for more updates tomorrow :D

Journey to the end of the world

So my pledge to blog more failed, as usual. Work has been really crazy lately, but it’s going to be a pretty slow week so I’m glad I finally got to sit and turn on my own laptop to blog.

Two weeks ago I went to Chile for work! I’ve never ever set foot in Latin America before so I was seriously quite nervous about it. Plus, I traveled alone so the thought of me going to a completely foreign land whose language I don’t speak AT ALL (well…I kinda know how to count from 1-10 in Spanish..) and whose culture I know nothing of really scared me.

I really thought it was going to be like Mexico with reigning drug lords everywhere and I had to be extra vigilant at all times. Also, watching Breaking Bad and any American TV show did not help at all..

Chile was completely different from what I had expected! And well, I was at the capital, Santiago, so things might be quite different elsewhere.

Let me post tons of pictures!

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This was in the plane, duh hahah

Since I was flying alone, I tried SO hard to get upgraded to business but to no avail. Googled up tips and all but none of them worked also :( Was extra friendly to everyone, wore a bit more professional-looking clothes, kept mentioning that “I’ll be more than happy to switch seats if the need arises” *wink wink*, nothing worked!! Gah so I had to endure the 32 hour flight in economy class :(

Yep, it was really 32 freaking hours. From here to Qatar, then to Brazil and finally to Chile. I was a zombie when I arrived T__T

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Good news is the flight was so long I had time to win 2048, finally! This is after I watched all the movies available like 3 times or something. So happy I finally won but couldn’t tell anyone so had to silently pump my fist in the air in triumph wtf. I’ve been trying for a month or so ok!

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This is from the morning after I arrived! One of the best parts of my trip is the weather in Chile! It was averaging at 15-20 celcius when I was there, PERFECT scarf and tights weather!

When I walked around, I was so shocked to find that the city looks soooo European! The cobbled streets, the architecture, the buildings! It was a really pleasant surprise so I spent the whole first day just walking around allll day till I collapsed.

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I think I also lost like 2kg from the first day cos I barely ate. Everything was in Spanish so it was pretty hard to order anything! So I ended up just eating empanada (like a giant curry puff) and starved.

I also hiked up two hills and walked for 8 hours or something!

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Eh damn weird, in Chile, I saw tons of dogs lying all over. On the streets, on the hill, in the subway etc. The dogs here are either super lazy, very chilled, or just plain drugged. And they’re all really big dogs too! This, and the fact that couples are always making out all the time everywhere! hahaha makes the Asian in me blush so much. Felt a compulsive need to stand around them to cover them from other people wtf

So I was huffing and panting after climbing halfway and was going to give up climbing to the top. Then I saw these two old ladies coming down and asked them if the view from the top was worth it. Without a hint of running out of breath, they said yes it’s lovely up there. I was so embarrassed so I quickly walked up and almost passed out climbing the stairs. And guess who I saw up the hill?

More old people! And a few families with babies and small kids! Sigh this Malaysian is so fail! That’s cause we don’t walk enough I think compared to them. Or it’s just me who’s super unfit…. *wails

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Well they were right, the view IS much better up here!

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That’s the glorious Andes mountains at the back! Perfect backdrop. Give it a few weeks and it’ll be snowing so it’ll be much prettier!

Then I went to their Art Museum but was bored out of my mind cos it was super uninteresting.

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The most interesting thing I saw is this statue of a breastfeeding mom which reminded me of Audrey cos that’s all she does these days wtf

The next day, I went to this really quaint hillside coastal town called Valparaiso! I didn’t want to go in the beginning since it’s like 1.5 hours away, but really glad I went..which you can tell why from these pictures.

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This entire town is filled with graffiti! Not all are as pretty as this, but a good 70% are!

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Picaso art on one of the houses.

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So artsy fartsy lah this whole place, wish I had more than a day here. Also got to hear locals sing Besame Mucho, love this place!

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In one of those really old trams that go around the town.

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We joined this free tour (had to pay tips only) that had a guy dressed like Wally! Highly recommend this tour as we got to see the less touristy part of the town.

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Yep this entire town is on the hills…..Can’t imagine if I live all the way at the top, though there are furniculars/trams that you can take up.

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This picture is obviously not taken with my iphone. Karthik had this brilliant idea when I asked him if I should bring my bulky camera. He said if I wanted to bring it to take pictures of scenery, don’t bother cos the professionals would have taken whatever pictures I want to take and they would have done it better than I could. So I should just enjoy the moment and look for the pictures on google image.

No wiser words have ever been spoken. Truth is, I don’t take great pictures and am always too lazy to use my camera if I have my phone with me anyway.

But yeah, this is how pretty this town is!

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And then I spent the next 4 days in the conference!

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Serious Suet in serious work clothes.

Didn’t take a lot of pictures during the conference (and I’ll spare you the details of it, plus it’s almost 12am and I’m really spent from work….) so I’ll skip to the last day where I had some time to walk around!

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Also, back to wearing my favourite fall-weather outfits :D

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Ate seafood at Mercado Central, their fish market! Honestly wasn’t all that impressed. Food here has been quite a disappointing fare, sadly.

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Ooh I was very lucky to have witnessed the annual marathon here! Pretty big deal and everyone was on the street encouraging the runners so I joined along. Shouted “vamos! vamos!” along with everyone without knowing what it means. Think it probably means Come on! or go on! or something. Surprising how fun it was to stand at the finishing line and watch the runners weep in joy!

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Also happened to find out that a college friend of mine, Zilin, lives in Chile! Met up with her for coffee and this really intense cake and spent quite a while reminiscing our time in college. Sigh, we are that old! Quite lucky to cos she speaks fluent Spanish so I finally could get around the city with ease! Also bought tons of wine and stuff from the grocery store with her help! :D

Alright I guess that’s the end of my trip to Chile. I got back safe and sound though I did experience my first ever earthquake there!

So on my second day, there was a huge 8.2 earthquake in the north of Chile. I didn’t even know it happened until I went on Facebook and people were asking me if I was ok. So Chile is a super long country and the quake actually happened 2000km away from Santiago, where I was.

But on the 4th day, while I was going to fall asleep, I felt the aftershock of the quake! I was honestly super psyched! The photo frames rattled, the window vibrated, the bed shook, and my heart was beating so hard in excitement hahaha!

The first thing I did was of course to post this on Facebook and then went to sleep. Woke up to find that my family and friends were so worried after seeing my status and couldn’t contact me cos I was asleep hahaha. Some more I had a pretty nice dream and was oblivious to all this drama to make sure I was okay.

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OH this is the best best part of the trip. Guess what?? I didn’t wash my hair at all the entire time I was there. Let’s see…around 8 days? HAHAHAH I’m so gross, somemore so proud of it! But it’s not humid at all there and check out how voluminous my hair was!

Ok the end! Super long post I’m so proud of myself ^___^

(But also REALLY REALLY sad that all my pictures from 2009 – 2012 are ALL GONE. 3 years worth of pictures man! That’s cos I used to use zooomr and it’s dead now, along with all my pics T_____T)

Ups and downs

Hey guys, check this out! Most hardworking (retired) blogger in the world man, blogging once a week! Though admittedly I have zero energy to talk about anything right now but when I saw the comments where so many people (all 8 of you wtf) encouraged me and said such nice things, so I felt a tad guilty if I don’t blog. And it’s good because I know for a fact that if I start typing, I can never stop one. Seriously, I can just go on and on about everything and nothing until my fingers die on me. The problem is always just finding enough motivation to start typing.

Speaking of motivation, I started something last week. So you see, this is the context. Ever since I became a teacher, I’ve been piling on weight like nobody’s business. I also found out that I have super high cholesterol (trust me, higher than anyone I’ve ever known) and my metabolic rate is so low that my food takes a week to digest or something ridiculous like that T___T

So I started cutting carbs from my life (only allow myself 50g a day) to see what happens. I’ve been eating normally before this (and if you know me, you’d know that my normal is below an average person’s meal portion), and I’m STILL putting on weight which baffles me to no end. I realize that if I want this to be successful, I need to announce my new diet plan to everyone I know. This is most commonly known as a commitment device, and since my reputation is on the line, I’d have no choice but to stick to it.

Except that unfortunately, in Msia, it’s almost IMPOSSIBLE to have a low carb diet. The other day, everyone wanted to go to the noodles shop and I had no choice but to drink fishball soup and almost starved to death mid-day. Went to check my weight at the end of the week, guess what? gained 0.6 kg. WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffff

But I’m sticking to this and upping my exercise routine (from once a week to hopefully 3 times a week….soon lol).

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Anyway, on a completely 180 degrees unrelated note, I’ve been very obsessed about the MH370 mystery. In the beginning, I was crazily disturbed by it since a few of my colleagues actually are close friends with someone on the plane and she also works in our next-door office. We had an interfaith prayers the other day and almost everyone had wet eyes by the end of it.

So for the past week at work, I’ve been refreshing my twitter feed every 3 mins or so, hoping to finally hear something come out of it. Not only nothing positive did, things are starting to get more and more bizarre everyday that it’s painful to read anything on the news anymore. The worst blow is when the pilot is connected to Anwar and it was insinuated everywhere that he did it as a political revenge.

Horrible on all fronts. What if he didn’t, and he either comes back to see that the entire country turned against him, or to have everyone doubting and blaming an innocent man? If he did, we are in no position to make that judgment based on some weak statement by “an unidentified official” or his “friends”. It always always comes back full circle to Anwar doesn’t it? How terribly creative.

Seriously, after spending so many years in solitary confinement patiently, and finally getting a chance to fight for what’s right and being pushed back by the ruling coalition over and over again, to getting sentenced another 5 years yet again – and now this.

As an agnostic, it’s very difficult for me to pray to nothing but I really sincerely hope that 1. this has nothing to do with politics , 2. that they are all safe somewhere awaiting rescue, and while they’re waiting, they have been feasting on delicious food in an island somewhere and living in oblivion to the chaos that has befallen our country, and 3. that we remain united and steadfast in our strong support for each other in this difficult time, and will not let anyone, especially not our “leaders” and media divide us further.

 

 

Better late than never

Yesterday, I stopped by Audrey’s place to visit baby Fighter for a bit, which has become my favourite hobby these days. Tim came home and we started talking about blogging for some reason, and he tried talking me into blogging again. I got inspired a little but that fizzled out as soon as we ended the conversation. But tonight I’m home alone, and I have Spotify on (bought the monthly subscription – best decision ever!) and I don’t know why but the songs that are playing now are setting a very comfortable and conducive mood to blog. So I guess here I am, finally!

It’s really such a pity that I had to write a whole paragraph to justify why I’m blogging, but it just feels so weird to be writing again after 2 whole months of not doing so. I’m sure those of you who are now taking time off blogging will know exactly how I feel. You know, blogging has consumed a large part of my life since I’ve been blogging since I was 16, and it’s so funny that I couldn’t care much about it now. And when that decline has begun, it’s extremely hard to want to do it regularly again :(

Anyway, what’s up everyone? It’s been a pretty good year for me so far, with my new job and new office and somewhat new life. I’m no longer teaching, no longer traveling back and forth for hours every week to my rural school, no longer living in a completely different environment, and honestly, it does take some getting used to now that I’m finally living in KL for the first time in a very long time (4 years in the US, 2 years in Jelebu)

You know, I don’t even know what to blog about anymore! Last time, I could talk about anything I want because I was a student and had no restrictions. Then, I could talk about my experiences as a teacher cos it’s super exciting and I had tons to share. But now that I’m an average person, who is a working professional so can’t be as stupid and silly as before, I really don’t know what to talk about anymore.

That’s one of the biggest reasons why I’ve stopped, but I’m going to try starting again, one step at a time. I actually really love to write, and ever since I’ve stopped, there’s this lingering sense of emptiness trailing behind me and I feel like there’s no way to get rid of that until I actually start writing again.

So yeap, I guess this is a start :) I’m so serious about this that I’m literally putting it down in my weekly goal – to blog at least once every week! Once I start, I’m sure the writing mojo will come flying back!

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I finally have my long hair back again! After 4 years of cutting my hair super short, the day is here :D

2013, the year that was

I don’t know why it took me 3 days into 2014 to write this post but here it is!

2013 had been an amazing year, and I dare say, the best year I’ve ever had in my 25 years of life. I went through a tremendous amount of ups and downs in that one year alone, and I feel like I’ve overcome and accomplished the most in that year. I’ve dug out a lot of pictures to talk about my 2013!

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I started cooking a lot last year cause I found out that I have high cholesterol (7.6 – normal is below 5.0, this is considered dangerously high). I had a shock of my life when the doctor said I will get my first heart attack when I’m 40 if I don’t take care of myself. So yeah I started cooking, eating healthier and exercising. The latter has failed miserably though T___T

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In March, my choral speakers showed me that determination and passion were more important than the trophy. This year we didn’t win the championship despite working crazily hard but we went home very happy indeed. My kids never ceased to make me very proud :)

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I found ways to better manage my challenging class. I started reading to them story books and they really enjoyed it!

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Voted for the first time :D :D :D

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Had my second teacher’s day where this kid who never paid attention in class surprised me with a gift. He also told me that he came that day just so he could give me the gift, and that he wrote the note himself.

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Wept in class for the first time in 2013 and it was the hardest I’ve ever cried in class/school. A kid I’ve put a lot of effort and faith in told me to go to hell after a particularly difficult day in class. I lost my cool and punished everyone by making them write essays after essays. I later said sorry to a few good students and a girl wrote this back to me.

I feel like I failed this particular student though, since shortly after she left school and never came back. She’d lost interest because she kept falling further and further behind and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I lost a lot of my kids this way and it made me lose faith in a lot of things.

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Sat in class alone for hours just thinking of the fate of my students and thinking and rethinking of different ways to help them. This is the place where I’ve learned the art of reflection.

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Started a reading program where I fundraised RM 10,000 to get thousands of books for my students!

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Found little joys that continued to give me strength to go to school with zest and optimism everyday.

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Wore a saree for the first time!

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Wore a tudung for the first time too! Haha

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Met the most beautiful baby in the world and discovered how much this tiny being has changed my best friend’s life.

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Also discovered how much my boyfriend loves babies :D

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For my birthday this year, my students pretended to ignore me THE ENTIRE DAY and got me so sad before they surprised me with a cake during extra class!

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We also worked really really hard, for days and nights, for their PMR.

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Brought my kids to KL for the weekend and was so humbled by their genuine appreciation for everything in life.

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Fighter grew to become a happy chubby healthy baby :D

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Was given the opportunity to be featured in a documentary on my life as a teacher!!!!

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Did a play with my kids, which was the most strenuous and challenging thing ever especially when the kids don’t speak English AT ALL. But they did it!! Super duper proud of them!

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My kids helped me pack and I bade farewell to them and the school, the people and place that had taught me so much more than I’d expected.

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Also said goodbye to the books that all my readers have donated to me. THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS!!!! <3

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Said a very difficult goodbye to a student I’ve had the privilege to work with (he was the conductor in my choral speaking team and was the sole reason why we’d won so many times). I’m mocking him here for crying cause I don’t want to cry myself haha. He sobbed really hard when saying goodbye to me and my heart broke and I knew I’d be in such a gooey mess too.

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Went to the paddy field for the last time ever and teared thinking of my two years here. I never knew how attached I’d grow to this place and how much I’d love a place so different from what I’m used to and so far from my own comfort zone.

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Went to Cambodia for the first time and really loved it!

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Saw myself crying on TV hahaha not very flattering!

 
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Went back to school to see my kids when they get their PMR results. They did really well!! (though we didn’t reach our big goal, but we really did aim for the stars!) This year, we got the most number of As in English in the history of my school, ever!!!

That’s all for my 2013. It’s been an amazing year and I have so many people to thank for making it so awesome.
Thank you to my parents and friends for believing in me, thank you to Karthik for without him I couldn’t have gone through these two difficult years, to my students for showing me how to love unconditionally, to my readers for the constant encouragement, to everyone out there who had donated me books, stationery, printer, projector, postcards and money and had strengthened my faith in humanity, to Teach For Malaysia and my school for the opportunity to make a difference, and to all teachers out there who continue to persevere and labor their love day after day for years!

I’m so thankful I chose to start this chapter in my life and although I will no longer be teaching as of now, I know for a fact that this is a chapter I will never close and will get back to writing in the near future.

Happy new year everyone!

The once in a lifetime opportunity

Sorry I’ve been missing again! I went to Cambodia two weeks ago and had an AMAZING time, which I promise I’ll talk about soon cos it’s so amazing I want everyone to go there!

Anyway, while I was away, the documentary came out! THANK YOU SO MUCH to people who watched it that day!!!! But I know a lot of people will not have the opportunity to watch it since it’s on a weekday night so here’s the link to watch it online:

http://www.tonton.com.my/#/home/channels/ntv7/magseven_2013_f7d56dd54bbf4edcadc8a17700de76a8/episode_39_e40a07ef8472441ca27fa17700de7c6f
(It’ll probably link you to the homepage if you’re using your phone, so search for magseven and it’s titled “episode 39, magseven 2013″)

Unfortunately, I can’t upload the video on youtube due to copyright issues, so you’ll have to watch it on tonton.my. The sucky part is you’d have to sign in but you can use my account if you want! (username: sweatlee, pswrd: sweatlee)

Tell me what you think of it! Some parts’ voiceover are done in the studio so it sounds a bit different. And yes, don’t have to tell me I look fat and have a lot of pimples, I’m aware of that! For some reason, people think I don’t know and find it crucial to point them out wtf. I barely have time to put on makeup for this T___T REALLY not easy to be a teacher.

Alright I hope you’ll like it! And I’m really happy that all the students featured here did really well for their PMR too!! :D

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