scary dentist visit

There was this story told by the senior receptionist to me, about a very cute girl who is so scared to be at the dentist, she cried. She was brought by her parents there to check her loose tooth which has not fall of yet.

The nurses tried to be friendly with the child;

“Adik dah sekolah dah?”
(Are you already in school?)

The girl just started to sob as if that's the answer to the question.

All of them including the parents were puzzled and amused.

The mother said, “Dari kereta tadi dah menangis macam tu, tanya soalan apa pun dia menangis.”
(Since in the car she was crying, so throw any questions and she will still cry).

And when the girl was on the chair..

Father: Kita check gigi ya. (Let's check your teeth)

Girl: Tak apa, tak apa, adik dah berus gigi dah tadi. (It's okay never mind, I have brushed my teeth).

While the father tried to convince the girl that it's only a normal checkup,
suddenly-



While everybody in the room were laughing, the girl was half crying and half giggling.

blue. yellow. and colorful.

My old baby blue fake Crocs were really worned out, they even have holes more than they used to have. So I discovered that there are new fake Crocs being sold nearby, I grabbed them. Haha.



Nice not? Dark blue color. Yes, yes I know they are not ori. I will get one ori pair when I get the money lah. I took this picture in the clinic.


Mentioning the clinic, one of our regular patients in the clinic were happy with our service and sometimes they bring food for us to eat. For the recent visit, they brought us this.




I don't really fancy bananas as much, but I eat them anyway. And these are fresh and yellow!



Recently me and my friends decided to ban the mamak restaurant that we used to go often because:

-The waiter is unbelievably rude
-The coffee has lime smell in it
-The tandoori chicken is literally rotten inside.

We went to survey for a new place to hangout nearby the place that we stay.
How delightful I was when we discovered this new mamak restaurant, MUCH better than the one we banned.



They even have onion rings, chicken wings with mashed potatoes, pizza and such!

the three sisters

Taken from KL PAC's official website, this is the sypnosis of the performance I watched recently there:

Three Sisters, done Japanese style - One of Japan's most acclaimed dance theatre performance groups, Pappa Tarahumara, have taken the Anton Chekhov classic, which talks of the decay of the privileged class in Russia and the search for meaning in the modern world, and given it a Japanese twist.

Set in the Japanese countryside in the 1960's, the story centers around three unhappy women, each with their own hopes and dreams, growing up in a restrictive world that inhibits their aspirations.

MY OWN REVIEW/INTERPRETATION:

This wonderful dance/play teases with human madness in the mixture of their own emotions.

It exaggerates the irony of how we act in a funny way, triggered by our feelings- whether we are overwhelmed, shocked, happy and content, furious and angry, or just being stuck in confusion.

This Japanese performance represents us as human beings having commotion inside, no matter where we come from any part of the world.

Without much dialog, the actors effectively reached the audience, made us felt touched, disturbed, and even laughed by unexplainable humor, strong gestures and bizarre expressions portrayed by them.

Me likey.

where's this?

While hanging out with my friends,
We came up with a suggestion on something fun to do together for a weekend.
What is it?

I'll tell if the plan is properly set up. Hik.

responsiblity

Recently, after I completed one of my five daily obligations to God,
A thought came through me head;

What if someday I had to witness the sun rising from the West,
And the holy words from the Koran suddenly vanished and not available,
And then it’s too late to mend anything between me and God?

I decided to take on that I am being responsible with my relationship with God.
I seek for the possibility to be forgiven, and to be in the light.
(And of course I know that God is witnessing me now, and all the time He does).

I was reading the Koran in the morning and I found something really interesting.

In Malay;

Janganlah engkau mengusir orang yang beribadah dan berdoa kepada Tuhan mereka pada pagi dan petang, sedangkan mereka menghendaki keredhaan-Nya semata-mata. Engkau tidak memkul tanggungjawab sedikit pun mengenai perhitungan amal mereka, dan mereka juga tidak memikul tanggungjawab sedikit pun mengenai perhitungan amalmu. Maka sekiranya engkau mengusir mereka, nescaya engkau tergolong dalam orang yang zalim.

And in English;

Send not away those
Who call on their Lord
Morning and evening,
Seeking His Face.
In naught art thou accountable
For them, and in naught are they
Accountable for thee,
That thou shouldst turn
Them away, and thus be
(One) of the unjust.

Al An’am, 52.

Reflecting to my life in the past,
I realized that I always disagree with the sounds of a housemate,
Who would get of his bed in the early morning, and say prayers to God.
I never really say it, but I have to admit that my heart was saying things like
He is a show off, and he is trying to look good, and he tries to look better than any of us.
I actually cast him away quietly for doing his own accountability.

In naught art thou accountable for them, and in naught are they accountable for thee.

I acknowledge my friend for being responsible for the love between him and God, and I want to take example from that.

Amen.

so cute la you!

Some of the calls that I made tend to have cute conversations.

An Indian auntie answered the house phone, telling me that her sister is not at home.
I asked for her sister's number, and she went and asked a small girl (probably her daughter) for the number. It seem that the girl wasn't sure of the number too.

"Ey! Seven nine or nine seven? What are you tockkkking la?
Ey, bodddooo la?"

One Chinese guy talked to me through the phone,

"Saya memang mau check gigi, tapi sikalang tidak senang la. Nanti bila saya mau buat opoinmen saya call your clinic la."

Another old Indian auntie was repeating her daughter's number for me, verrry slowly;

"Toojoooh... lapan... similan... ampat tiga."



Oh by the way this a photo of the fish in the clinic aquarium..

to judge or being judged

Have you ever experienced wanting so much to share some stories to the important people around you, but you hesitated and even kept the stories inside you and never tell?

That's what happened to me but it's actually nobody's fault.
I have a close friend and we shared a lot of stuff, but sometimes I get stuck to share certain stuff openly because of the reasons that I created on my own.

My friend is a creative, spontaneous and confident when he speaks.
Sometimes I put myself in a place where I am having less advantage than him,
and although he already knows every inch of me, I shy away and won't talk about certain stuff openly to him.

I labeled him as someone being judgmental by the way he react when he thinks differently to a certain idea that I have, regardless that actually both ideas are actually aiming towards the same goal.

Instead of listening to his suggestions and word of advice with an open perception, I am stuck to the label that I quietly gave him, which results to me seeing that anything that's coming from him as something which is judgmental.

So one evening I took the courage to admit to my friend that I was being inauthentic, not being that open to him as a result of the label that I myself created onto him.

And the ironic thing is, I now realized that it was not him being judgmental, it was me.

I WAS THE ONE PUTTING LABELS AND I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS BEING JUDGMENTAL.

How funny is that?

Once I have myself being responsible in order to have a true relationship with a friend, I have lifted up whatever that stood between me and a friend.

And I take on having this friend as a good example for me to be as creative, as spontaneous and powerful as him.

it's so sweet it's killin' me

How sweet victory is.

After so much interesting experience
of my previous lurvvely belonging being stolen away from me
which cost me two months of salary;

After so much determination
and patience of saving each penny that I can;

After having my little voice pounding the message so loud:
"It's so hard to buy what I want!!"-

Alas, I got my new even lurvvelier gadget.



I SO LOVE MY PHONE.

But my little voice is saying something different instead.

This is just a small gadget and what's the big deal.
It's not even considered as a huge success.

It's funny that the little voice can make myself feel slightly confused,
making me tilting my head left and right,
until I became like, eh? what's that thing which made me happy again?

I thank my little voice for it's opinion.
I choose to indulge my phone now.

sounds like i screwed it up but no i din'

As I was handling a call for a patient at the clinic, suddenly my phone rang. It was mom, and she wanted to check whether I am going for the walk-in interview today after work.

The job offer sounded good, with a 3k salary per month. But of course such a huge salary has its catch. I need to work at the help desk entertaining clients, and the shift might be done at odd hours.

I hesitated by saying that it's a huge company and I do believe that their requirements would be too high. My mom insisted me in trying my luck, who knows that I will get it.

After feeling myself dragged into it, I went and checked about the job post through the internet, after I have finished my shift for the day.

There was no helpful information, except that I was reminded that the office is situated in Cyberjaya.

And I now realized that my hesitation was not about whether I could get the job or not.
I just don't want to deal with it because the distance is so far away, I know that it won't work.
I am not willing to shift away from my lovely Damansara district.
And I am not willing to waste time travel, having to deal with upsets of weird shifts and long distance.
It's just not worth it, no matter that people think that 3k is a big fat chance that I am going to lose.

Every choice needs a decision, I have made my decision, and I am responsible to it.

So I called mom, and explained it to her.
Mom sounded slightly upset, but she let me to do the decision, and passed the phone to my brother.

My brother who was the person who informed me about the interview, and he took my explanation really well. In fact I said thanks; and he suggested to me to send my resume to another available company too.

It's really nice when I am willing to be in communication.

new designs i did with illustrator

A fish and chips shop.



A candy shop.

review: sbp comp 2007

Some of us were waiting for my review on this year’s final SBP wind orchestra competition, for the fun of it.

But really, my comments are just my comments. They are not really based on true knowledge of a musician, they come out of my comparison from what I listened in the competition, to the recordings that I have in my collection, to the performance that they have done outside the country.

This year’s final competition has improved so much. Despite of the naughty tactics being done by different schools, the performance progress is so significant, the game gets even tough.

I was informed that most schools were using the advantage of microphones to enhance their projection. Weaker players would have their microphone to set at louder volumes, so that they can get themselves the same level as the stronger players.

Smart idea, but that would not improve to mature the intonation of the players. If only we could toss these single microphones and use a centralized condenser microphone like they do in Korea and Japan. You know, the fluffy black blob hanging above, at the center of the stage.

Shortly said, all teams in the finals have at least proven something to the audience. Effort has definitely given in heightening our standards another few steps towards international level.

This is just a small beginning. Celebrate it, and look beyond it.

Each massive development starts from baby steps. If the trend goes up and up, all parties involved will get the benefit of the impact and maybe something huge will happen soon.

resistance to blog?

After a while I got scared to type anything for this journal.

Perhaps at the outer layer I feel like there’s nothing good for me to write,
But maybe it’s just my defensive inner layer which prohibited me from writing what my little voice in my head complaining lately.

This is the story of how my little voice is describing my life now:

Life is confusing. In other words, life sucks.

Yeah, I have little pay with a little part time job in the morning, and I go home after that practicing my trumpet and studying accounts which feels like getting to no where. And it makes me feel more confused when I try drawing graphic using my computer, pretending that I could work as a designer but I am just fooling myself.

As I am typing this, now I realized that my defensive little voice was stopping me from writing because it doesn’t want me to blurt out all the discouraging thoughts that I have. Why? Because if I type them down, I definitely know, someway I can clear them up and see what I can do about it.

And my little voice is trying to convince me that if I type such things;

People won’t read my journal anymore.
People would think I am writing nonsense.

But so what? It doesn’t matter. The first person to get the benefit of today’s posting should be my own self.

Let’s get back to my life.

Life right now is how it is right now,
Because I actually chose it to be the way it is.

I got a part time job which took just a little of my time in the morning,
Because I choose to have a lot of free time that no one ever imagined they could have.
I could have extended my working hours but I refused to.

Little hours means little pay, yeah,
but I chose not to give up the free time that I have. Not now, at least.

I chose the free time partly because I want to study some basic in accounts.
Why learning accounts?
Lately that’s one of the popular requirements to get an administration job with good pay.

That would lead to another question.
Friends are suggesting for me to get enrolled in any established accounts certificate class. By that, my studying has a clear purpose and I would have a proven certificate to show in my resume.

What is stopping me now from doing that?

There might be a lot of reasons.
I still want to hold on to that text book that I bought and finish studying that book first.
I am not willing to leave my laid back free time and take action to get myself registered into a real accounts class.
I am just scared of leaving my comfort zone. And my pretty text book.

But if I don’t get into class I won’t get a certificate.
It would be less advantage for me in order to get a job.
If I don’t get a job that fast, I won’t be able to get much money that fast.
When I don’t get much money that fast, I can’t afford having a trumpet tutor that fast.
And no one would kick my butt to go towards Yong Siew Toh.

Darned. It’s so obvious, but I am still not taking actions.

The little voice in me is grunting and moaning and kicking the floor so hard.
It is shouting, “I dowan to go to class. I dowan to go to class.”

Ah, well.
I had just phone texted mom to hurry her to ask her friends if they know any available accounts class.

First action already taken. A small pat for me.