Monthly Archives: August 2009

There are no other words to say, than to say…. goodbye

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My word, we’ve been together for so long. What was it? 7 years? We’ve been through so much; the movies, sports, football games, dinners, sightseeing…

I remember the first time I saw you; I was at this small little island called Penang. I was still a student in UKM and it was a break, so I thought ‘Why not?’. Turned out to be a great trip; great food, nice place to hangout. I remember going to One Stop at Pulau Tikus. Decided I wanted to get some stuffs, so I popped by, and there you were. Among so many of your kind, somehow you caught my eyes. Somehow, I knew I had to get my hands on you. And for 7 great years, we were together.

But today, with a heart so heavy it would sink me if I decide to take a swim, it’s time to go our separate ways. It’s not you, it’s me. No matter how hard I tried, it’s become a fact that no longer can be changed.

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ol' faithful

ol’ faithful

I’m sorry my friend. No matter how many times you go through the wash, you still stink. Guess it’s the end of road for the both of us. Hope the trashman will be kind to you.

Selamat Merdeka.

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Rainy Season

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it’s been raining these past few days with strong winds, loud thunder and lightning, all coming down with heavy raindrops.

i realized one thing about Kuching drivers – some tend to drive into monsoon drains! i’m not kidding…. i just witnessed a car (and it’s a WHOLE car) in a monsoon drain just now as my friends and i were on our way to pick a friend up. the people inside were standing by the roadside with their umbrellas waiting for help, while their car was in the drain with the hazard light on. wonder how it happened, hope none got hurt.

i suddenly recalled the story from Aunt Margaret telling us about her daughter with a friend who drove into a big drain quite a long time ago; and then there was Ayl’s brother who got knocked into a drain as he was trying to drive out of a junction. in just less than a month in Kuching, i’ve heard and witnessed these _______ (insert a word which defines hilarious but also dangerous) real life true events of ppl driving into big drains!

but yesterday’s rain was no joke. the wind was so strong it was scary. after the storm, mom’s papaya tree broke midway and fell, together with the many unripe fruits on it, so sayang (what a waste), they’re so nice to eat, esp when it’s home grown. some of the branches from the mango trees also broke off – mom and dad had quite a lot to clear up. a lot of unripe mangoes fell also, a lot of it were given away while some were made into pickled mangoes. what a shame, coz they’re the sweetest mangoes i’ve ever tasted when they’re ripe; no exaggeration here. some more Ayl was suggesting to mom to sell it when they’re ripe for RM20/kg. hahaha… we’re waiting for the fallen mangoes to turn into gold!

A week of bujang-ness

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So, after 3 years of being married and having a super-efficient wife who’s absolutely superb at home-management, I have officially endured 1 week without her.

First, being bujang (single; bujang is a local Malaysian term) now and bujang then are two totally different scenarios. Bujang then (student days) meant you had plenty of time, but you also had plenty of nothing in your wallet. I’m not saying that by being bujang now, I’m absolutely loaded, but at least, I have bucket loads of personal time and cash to spare (and then some).

My schedule was somewhat tweaked; usually I’ll be home by 6.30pm to have dinner with my family. Then, I’ll whisk Arielle off to her bath, play with her a bit and then bring her to bed. Normally, I’d be asleep before 10pm. Nowadays, I normally have my dinner at the company canteen before going home. I’d reach home at 8pm or 9pm. A bit of cleaning up (self and apartment) ensues, a bit of web-surfing, then at 11.00pm, I’d hit the sack before the whole routine repeats itself again.

Last Saturday, I learned how to use the washing machine (how sad is that) with my wife and mum looking over my head (yes, my head). I took them to the bathroom where the machine is and placed them on top of the cabinet. Looking back, it was funny getting instructions from 2 ladies (don’t put that in, put that in first, put in 3/4 of the wash powder in both sides of the funnel, etc…). By now I hope you’ve figured out that all these were done via Skype; there’s no way I could lift my wife and my mum over my head unless I’m a forklift. Wait… I think that doesn’t sound right, but anyway…

I made pasta as well, and as any bujang guy who doesn’t have much cooking experience do, I made too much, and the pasta was undercooked. Well, at least I was full.

Cleaning the house wasn’t too bad with the vacuum cleaners. I think the challenge for most bujang guys is to find a proper, systematic way of cleaning.  For example, I noticed that first, I’d vacuum the living room area. Then, before keeping the machine, I’d go and wash the dishes and dry the cleaning area. When it’s all clean and dry, I’d make a cup of coffee, before vacuuming the other areas of the apartment. 3 hours later, I keep the machine, even though I’ve completed the cleaning way before. And I know that my wife’s eyes are rolling reading this entry…

Potty Time!!

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it’s not Ikea, it’s not some online super canggih looking or modern designed potty – it’s just the old plastic pot, traditionally shaped for baby’s butt, passed down from generations to generations.

the POT

so proud of my little girl, she finally made progress after so many times sitting on the potty (since last year). though many may think that she’s already late in using the pot (23months’ old) but i’m just so glad that finally she’s understood the function of it!

are you reading this Aylwin papa?? 😀

A new emptiness…

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Date: 17-Aug-09

Time: 7.10pm

Venue: Office desk, industrial area of Nitra, a small town in Slovakia (and no, it’s not part of Russia)

As you know by now, my wife and daughter is in Malaysia, staying with my family. My wife is expecting our second child (it’s a BOY!!), and knowing the tough situation of taking care of a new-born and a 2yr old kid at the same time, we decided that it’s best that she stays in Kuching with my family, where there are more hands available to care for her and for Arielle. Then, when the baby is strong enough to fly, they will come back to be with me.

So now, I realized last Sunday that I suddenly had plenty of time in my hands. No longer do I need to wake up 3 hours before going to church on Sunday (but I did anyway, having slept 12hrs before that to beat the jetlag, but I doubt I’ll be repeating that in the near future), nor needing to plan to go anywhere; just take the car key and off I go. Time alone with God now is really TIME ALONE WITH GOD, because there’s no one else in the house. No Arielle to chase after, no wife to nag me… boy, somehow I realised I am not ready for all this short-term freedom.

In all honesty, I miss my wife and Arielle very, VERY much. So many memories were made here together with them. The places that we went together, the foreign food (and taste) that we shared, the people that we met; all these now seems strange because they are not here with me. I was at Aupark yesterday, looking for a cable modem (mine konked out, cos the apartment was flooded, but that’s another story), and it was so weird to be there alone. Li-Ann would always complain whenever we go there, because there’s not much places to go in Bratislava (trust me, with a child, your options are more limited). Now, there’s not even a whimper of “going there AGAIN??”

Well, it’s not all doom and gloom. At least I can look forward to going back this Christmas (with the hope that some airlines will give some ridiculous discount to fly to Malaysia) and be with them during the winter break. I duly hope that Ashton (yup, that’s the boy’s name!) will be strong enough to fly back with us and spare his daddy from more lonely sorrows. O Lord, you know my heart; grant me strength!

Stuck in Catcity

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life is super duper slow here; if not for Arielle’s daily antics, i can literally sit around the whole day and ‘phak bang’ (chase away mozzies). come to think of it, if not for Arielle, i really really don’t have anything to do at home… maybe start cleaning the house or finish ironing Ayl’s brothers’ big basket of unironed clothes. which was what i did the first time i came to Kuching (for 3 whole weeks!!!) before we got married.

yesterday i got to meet up with Pick Hiong and Jennifer (junior friends from UKM) and over some very expensive and ‘chic’ drinks, we caught up with each other. we met at 7pm, and all of us already had our dinner at home… hahaha! if we were in KL or Penang, we’d be having dinner together instead of after dinner drinks. sighs ~ Kuching life! it’s a norm if you want to go back home for lunch or even just to ‘pang sai’ (use the toilet) and rest for half and hour. everything is slow and easy here. a perfect place for retirees i’d suggest! 🙂

anyway, more of it when i have more to write about… since i’m at home only most times. *yawn*