Friday, November 28, 2008
Let's help Santa this year, shall we? ;)
If you're interested, please get back to me at email@example.com before 20th December, 2008.
THE NCI Cancer Hospital in support of the Soroptimist Inter-national Club of Bangsar is organising a book collection drive to establish the Education Resource Centre for the Nur Zaharah Welfare Centre and orang asli community in Janda Baik, Pahang, from Nov 28 to 30. Come and donate unwanted books at the Community Corner, Ground Floor Promenade, 1 Utama Shopping Centre, Bandar Utama, Selangor from 10am to 10.30pm (Friday and Saturday) and 10am to 10pm (Sunday).
Thursday, November 27, 2008
PAY LESS BOOKS
Warehouse Sales @ 3K INN
PAY LESS BOOKS' Warehouse Sales is back in 3K Inn!!!
Venue: Hotel Hall, Ground Floor, Jalan 13/1, Subang Jaya, Selangor D Ehsan.
Date: 5 - 7 December 2008 (Friday - Sunday)
Time: 10:00am - 7:00pmLog in to http://www.paylessbooks.com.
Friday, November 14, 2008
1) Home - not done; one of the bathroom door is getting fixed now, husband is painting the gate, pictures yet to be framed, bedspread yet to be bought, curtains yet to be fixed...
2) Restaurant - ok, believe it or not, this restaurant has no proper changing/makeup room. So...I still haven't got the faintest idea where on earth am I going to get dolled up for the 'wedding runway' :P Any one of you attending my wedding dinner, please be prepared for surprises! HAHA
3) Accessories - So, I've not bought a single accessory yet, to go with my wedding and dinner gowns
4) Gown fitting - Yep, I have yet to get my measurements done. (So what am I doing here updating my blog??! Well...let's hope we have the time to do the measurements after hubby's done with the gate)
5) flower girl - for the church wedding...I have not picked anyone yet...Maybe I'm just gonna do some talent scouting at the streets later, and say, 'hi little girl, you look pretty. care to be my flower girl this saturday??' then hand her a lollipop.
6) guest list & seating arrangements - I'm proud to announce that this is the only one which I've successfully completed, coz....ALL MY INVITED GUESTS ARE COMING! *big grin* *hip & hop* (Let's hope it turns out that way on the actual day)
Ok I'm not going to continue with the list coz it's kinda freaking me out.
btw, have I told anyone that wedding preparations are worse than getting last minute assignments at work????
Sunday, November 9, 2008
4 months later, it was published :) Here's the article online (Thanks Kiang, for pointing it out ;)) Oh I didn't even know that it was in the papers till my aunt notified my mom who then sms-ed me about it :P
The online link is here: http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2008/11/9/lifefocus/1641538&sec=lifefocus
Or just read it here :P
MY PECULIAR NAME
WHAT should we name her?” I imagined my mum asking, looking down into my bewildered face as my newly opened eyes scanned the world I had been born into.
“She’s our first child. And I want her to be No.1 in everything she does,” I can almost hear my dad saying optimistically. With this, the name “Wan” (One) was formed. How did the “Jee” come about? They can’t recall.
I didn’t think much of my name in my earlier years. Not when it became the centre of attention. You see, many thought that it was a rather peculiar name, especially for a girl.
When a teacher called out my name during a roll call for the new choir, she jolted when she saw me and exclaimed, “Oh, I was expecting a Malay boy”. I smiled sheepishly and mumbled a few words as my face turned red in embarrassment.
And that was not to be my only experience. Many others followed after that, as my name slowly turned into a recreational treat. Kids began teasing me with names like “Jilo (Zero) One”. There was also “Lousy One”, and the ultimate: Loji, which later became Loji Penapis Tahi, which, of course, means “sewage treatment plant”. Some kids even created a song, just for me, which made fun of my name. (It’s singing in my head as I write this ... arrrgh!).
I tried so hard to stifle my anger and humiliation, but it still consumed me. And self-esteem was slowly being crushed. I. So. Hated. My name.
My dad, in the meantime, truly believed that I’d live up to it. Even if I thought I couldn’t, he was determined to make sure I would.
When I begun reading lessons in kindergarten, my dad began to conduct flash card lessons with me and my two other siblings. We’d compete with each other to see who could make out the word first. I loved every moment of it because I always won. And, of course, I consistently scored As in my spelling classes.
Art classes were also one of my favourite lessons during kindergarten, for the simple reason that my work always ended up pinned up on the classroom’s walls. My dad, of course, then tried to turn this daughter into a 21st century Frida Kahlo and sent me off for additional art lessons. All of this effort just to make sure that I aced kindergarten. Kindergarten? Yes. Even in art? Yes.
Years later came badminton, which I did pretty well at – thanks to my dad’s fervent belief in my ability. He’d take me to the court every weekend and would practice with me for hours until I got my strokes right. When I began to improve, he encouraged me to compete with better players so I could learn from them.
After the games, he’d sit with me and analyse my strengths and weaknesses and we’d practice on improving the bad points. All this just to prepare me for interschool competitions. Our efforts paid off. I won competitions and was the only person who was picked to represent my state.
I was also selected to represent my school in a Bahasa Malaysia debate competition – not because I was good at it, but because my teacher couldn’t find anyone else.
I was apprehensive because I wasn’t very confident in my written and spoken BM. But I agreed to give it a try. Once again, my dad came to the rescue. Not being very fluent in BM didn’t stop him from giving me ideas and having in-depth discussions on the various topics I had been given. Believe it or not, my school won the state competition, and I was Best Speaker.
All of this wouldn’t have been possible without my dad.
For all of this, and more, I thank you, Pa. For teaching me to believe in myself and to always give my best in everything I do.
And thank you for my name. I’ve enthroned myself as G1, as in the Great One. Narcissistic? Ask my dad. He doesn’t think so. And that’s all that matters to me.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
He has indeed proven that CHANGE IS POSSIBLE if we want it bad enough! YES WE CAN OBAMA!!!
Monday, November 3, 2008
I had "The Other Hand" by Chris Cleave with me. (It's quite a controversial book, a little on a social/political issue, but more on a clash of identity within ourselves. It kinda questions, who exactly are we and how we want to be derived by others? Protagonist: Little Bee, a young Nigerian girl who managed to free herself from a detention centre with 3 other girls. She sought help from the only English family she knew in UK. The story, very slowly, and "poetically" unveiled the dark secrets these characters held close to their hearts)
Sorry, I digressed :P Now, back to my story. So anyways, as I was saying, I WAS BORED. So, quite "anti-socially" I took out the book from my bag. (Yes, I carried quite a big handbag with me so I can bring my book along wherever I go :P) As I was about to close the book to get a drink, suddenly, out of nowhere, a very gentle voice asked, 'Hi, what are you reading?'
At first, I thought it was coming from my head. Then I saw someone waving her hand to me on my left, so I turned, and saw a very beautiful Indian lady, probably in her early 30s. Again, she asked what was I reading.
You can't imagine how excited I was when she asked me that question. It almost felt as good as when your boss said to you, 'You look tired. Why not take a paid leave today?' Yes. It was thaaaaat unbelievable, and felt thaaaaaat good!
With that, my tongue started rolling on a long continuous verbal diarrhoea on what the book was all about. Guess what was her response? 'Umm...sounds interesting...'
Ok, when someone says that, it could me only two things, that he/she really means it, or that he/she wasn't paying attention and didn't know what else to say. But because I was on a book high, I didn't know which category she belonged to. (It really didn't matter anyway LOL I AM an INSENSITIVE BOOKAHOLIC. SO WHAT :P)
Then she asked, 'You love books?'
My eyes lit up and quite immediately I said, 'Yes! Yes!' (Not the climaxing kinda way, mind you :P)
Our conversation started from there. And I found out, she was also a bookaholic like me! And her sister too, who was just sitting in front of her. Then we shared our "bookaholic" symptoms with each other like "reading even with one eye opened, trying to read every moment we can, thinking of the book when we're at work, etc." It was only then, I started enjoying the "party" haha
Then we talked about what every other bookaholic would have - fav books/authors/what's the book about/book exchange/book meets bla bla
It was for the first time, a book became an ice breaker for me. Usually, I get the 'what an anti-social' look whenever I take out my book to read at a gathering that doesn't really concern me. And it was that special Saturday, that I WAS SAVED BY THE BOOK! ;)