A Different Way Of Wishing Happy Chinese New Year

A while ago, my family recorded a chinese new year message to be forwarded to friends and family. But since none of us are savvy enough to know how to convert a dvd file to a normal .mov file, we decided to do the pirated way! 🙂 I recorded the video of our chinese new year greeting with my own camera.

With Angel doing her thing, it sure makes the message extra special! OH! I just realised!! Year of the dog! And Angel’s a dog!

The lighting is bad because after all, we’re not professionals. Hope you guys like it though! Gong hei fatt choi!

I spent my chinese new eve, rather productively I’d say. I spent quality time with Esther and her sis Alicia in Subang Parade before heading to Mel’s place as they’ll be leaving for Australia in a couple of weeks. SIgh. Whenever I come home to Subang, Subang won’t be the same anymore without them living so near that I can just drive over and drag them out for a drink.

At Mel’s place, her grandma put up a table full of food for the ancestors and the deceased by their doorway. Mel asked me not to bang onto the seats because apparently there are “people seating”. Wahaha. But I thought the way Mel cupped the rice on teacups for their ‘makan session’ was pretty unique. So out comes the camera.


Nice right?


Some mess in my kitchen which is such a must during chinese new year. No mess not real.


I decorated Angel with the ribbon from the hamper and got her to pose for a few shots. Rather reluctantly, don’t you think? But she does look like a little VIP of sorts, what with the big flower on her ..er..chest.

Spring cleaning comes hand in hand with Chinese New Year. So guess who washed the car for the first time ever since she got her license in April 2004?!

I’m such a horrible daughter.


10 years ago I would have pointed the water at myself after spraying the car…but….maturity has kicked in and I well, don’t wet myself anymore, but I camwhore:) You’ll see later.


Angel decided to keep me company while basking under the afternoon sun.


So fluffy!



It’s not like I’ve never washed a car. I have. I just can’t remember when.


Hard at work. See, at least I remember where to scrub what.


Scrubbing and scrubbing.


And posing too!:)

According to chinese beliefs, if there is a death in the family, the family’s not allowed to celebrate any occasion within the first three years of the person’s death. However, it has been reduced to one year for the modern superstitious chinese. Out of respect, my family is practicising it therefore, we will not be going visiting this year.

Sorry to disappoint the lot of you, but my parents won’t be able to give out ang pows this year. So you can forget about dropping by if your aim is to up your ang pow collection. Sorry ya.

But nobody said anything about reunion dinners! 😀

it was a modest feast, all homecooked. It was quite emotional actually because my Aunty Judy who’s back from the UK proposed a minute of silence for my grandparents and then she burst out in tears as she wished my grandparents happy chinese new year/eat rice.

It was more like a pot luck dinner… but my father’s side only has 9 people. So yeah, I have a very small family, nothing much to scream about. We held the reunion dinner at my grandparents’ place. It makes everyone feel … normal in a way.


A salad dish.


Ang ku with lap cheong!


Man Lingau @ Steamed/Brewed Lotus


Ladies fingers with sambal belacan.


Lingau Tong!! @ Lotus soup


And the obligatory yee sang.


My mum’s potato and chicken dish.


Dad and his video cam and a cute expression on.


Mum laying out the dishes.


yee sang with that crispy thing. Lovely!


Yee Sang literally means Fish Fresh. So of course we need salmon! 🙂


Aunty Judy and Aunty Susie busy with preparations.


Uncle Terry influenced all the men to stay put. The ladies did all the work. 🙁


This the mixing bit and everyone says a thing or two nice things. We did it in English because poor Uncle Terry would not understand chinese.


Tossing it~!


And this is dessert. We are seldom this elaborate. It’s nice though. 🙂

Ah, yes. I have a two weeks break from lousy Kedah. We ended our first term on a very happy note. We finished our exams and we had a lovely talk from our dean about their plans for our dental program. All the hopes that he is giving us sounds so promising and concrete. Our university is finally getting less obscure. 🙂

Another delightful turn of events was when he announced the winners for the dentistry project. Remember the project that involved the map of Sabah and Sarawak?? It was actually quite ugly compared to the other groups’. I thought we were going to get last place … but turns out that we got 33/40 marks and the project was HIGHLY COMMENDED and it’ll go into records(of I don’t know what). But still, it’s damn flattering! We got second place!! We put in effort by making phone calls to the dentistry departments in Sabah and Sarawak therefore our information on our poster was quite concrete. Sigh, the satisfaction. 🙂

Happy things keep coming.. must be the onset of Chinese New Year being lucky to me. I finally got to touch my new baby!!!


My Dell Inspiron 630m. The processor speed is 1.6 Ghz, 504 Mb of Ram! And the hard disk space is ..about 60gigs!


I’ll miss my Acer travelmate..but it was a goner.


I love the buttons!!! It has electric blue lightings..

Furthermore, being home always makes me happy. 🙂

So many friends to see(especially those who are going to aussie)
so many days to spend with Chee Kiang,
so many things to settle together with Weng Lum at the national service’s headquarters asap if we want to change our deferment into an exemption,
the quest for a purple/lilac dress for my Cousin Hong Fei’s purple-themed wedding, the mass making of farewell presents. (more than 10 friends leaving for Aussie).
the mass effort in The Valentine’s Day 2006’s present(it’s a tradition between us since 2001..;))
the exchange of yearbooks from form1-form5 to laugh at each other and mutual friends with Calvin,
excessive yamcha sessions namely with Justin, Dennis, Joshua etc.
MUST SEE ABBY ARGHH
… oh, and collect MyKad too!

The Yin And Yang Of A Stressed Female Student

I’d like to tell you that my momentum has returned to a state very similiar to my SPM days. I’ve been studying 4pm-7pm and then continuing about 9.30/10pm to 3.30am almost daily for the past two weeks.

Yes, it is a good thing. But back then there was something called ‘latihan books’ and past year papers. Now? Zilch, zero. One of the cons of being a pioneer batch. So I can’t say much about my academic-material absorbance.

Splitting headache going on. But I’ll persevere and satiate my blogging quota for the day.


When I’m studying, a mess is a solid evidence of my efforts.


Everybody going all the way..

I don’t know if I speak for the rest of the females, but when exams roll around, my physical appearance takes a back seat. I don’t have the chance to go out, so why bother doing the oligatory eye brow plucking, pimple healing, hair combing, lip balming, moisturising and armpit shaving procedures? 😀


EwWwWww..


One of the things that come hand in hand with scary exams are pimples. In this photo, a pimple sits amidst my forrest of unkempt eyebrows. There’s a discolouration around the corners of my eye due to lack of sleep.


A lone pimple sits just below my cheek bone. It’s like an eclipse going on what with the mole just a distance away.


A sorry excuse for a pair of lips. The cracks remind me of the dry African lands in a bad bad drought. Wateeerrrrrrrrrrrrr-*hack* *hack*.


This is the obligatory “Fuck It Lah” hairstyle. Everyone in the hostel is wearing it.


I found a whole collection of pimples beneath my bangs.


The must-have eyebags. Ohmygod, my skin is so…..weird. I think it is wrinkles. I’m a young old lady.


After my exams, I promise I’ll go for a haircut, redefine my pathetic brows, moisturise my skin and lips, sleep more, eat better….oh, and I’m down with the flu again(hence the red nose).

When I don’t have exams, I try my best to look as uncrappy as possible. it’s just a matter of combing my hair/straightening it, using some makeup, smiling more etc.


I mean even when I dress up, I’m still not exactly the epitome of RAVISHING BEAUTY *makes hand motions and opens eyes big big*… but at least I look presentable enough and do not get thrown out of establishments and joints, right?:D

But with the way I look now, *scratches places where you should not know about*, erm, where was I, ah yes, yeah, with the way I look now, I’ll probably get mistaken for a crazy bag lady.


Hehehe, sorry, miang for awhile.

But my point is that there’s such a stark difference between making an effort and the just-fuck-it-lah attitude. I guess that’s the thing about being a woman for the rest of us.


And yes, I love my stickybra.  Now that I have exams? Big t-shirts and ratty old spaggetis that do not require the services of my dear stickybra.  

So you see people, to enjoy life, we must have a bit of good and a bit of bad. Yin and Yang. Sometimes the occasions call for the luxury of looking presentable and in other circumstances, we simply cannot afford simple habits such as moisturising and combing one’s hair.

I hope I make sense.

The Vietnam Trip – Episode Six

Later in the evening, Dad told us that we would be going for dinner with an important client of his and Daniel The General Manager Who Is Based In Vietnam(DGMWIBIV) at a restaurant called Maxim’s. I was intrigued. Why, such a fancy name!

We were supposed to be on our best behaviour etc etc. *rolls eyes*.

We asked him, “Dad, what do you mean by best behavior?”
He said, “No dirty jokes.”
“Oh,”. 🙁


This is the entrance. I wanted a nicer photo of it but did not have the chance to because I was supposed to be on my ‘best behaviour’.


Pretty latterns that hang from the ceiling.


I love the reflection of the latterns on the mirror behind the bar.


Lovely candlelight effect.


The interior of the restaurant. It was still quite early, hence the emptiness.


Candlelight effect~ whoooohoo.


Another shot of a different angle of the interior.


I bought these bracelets for RM5 each from a girl from uni who was selling these as a part time job. See how the plastic glass beads catch the light?


Another one of the interior. Damn it, my camera was set at low exposure and I did not even realise it.


I cannot resist doing this when I see mirrors.


Dad and I taking one together outside.


After helping us to take the shot above, Daniel asked Dad’s permission to take one with me. Wahahahaa. Permission? *rolls eyes*


The ingredients to be wrapped in rice paper. That’s not lotus at the bottom of the photo. It’s banana flower. Yeah, banana flower. And on the upper left hand corner is roasted pork wrapped around a sugarcane.


I’ve no idea what meat. But it cannot be chicken, what with the bird flu.


I can still taste the sweetness of the meat. It took all of me to resist gnawing at the sugarcane.


Normal veggie soup. One thing about the soups in Vietnam, it’s always with loads and loads of pepper. Bleurgggh.

Overall, the food is good. The price range is similiar to TGIF’s which is pretty fascinating given the classy interior of the place.


L-r: Dad, Daniel, Dad’s client.. damn I have such a lousy memory. Can’t remember their surname.. crap.


Group photo with lousy low exposure.
top l-r: Dad, Daniel, Brother
middle l-r: Dad’s client, Dad’s client’s son – Na, Me, Dad’s client’s younger son- Tre.
bottom l-r: Dad’s client’s wife, Grandma, Mum


A photo with the Vietnamese boys and my brother.
It’s the flash okay, it exaggerates the smallness of my eyes. *fumes*
Na is the older son and is 22 this year, an IT student doing his final year in the University of Canberra. His brother, Tre, is younger than my brother by a year*calculates*, about 16 years old. He has plans to complete his high school education in the United states.

Interesting boys really. The younger one is really sweet but the older one, you have to be slightly careful with your choice of words as he has this ability to give a sarcasm-filled comeback. Mel, Amanda, you’d like to converse with him.

For instance, I made a big big boo boo. I was interested to know where were the dog meat stalls. But I stated clearly, “I just want to take a photograph of a dog meat stall,”. Na asked his mother in Vietnamese and then he was explaining which market stocks them etc and then he cut himself off and said, “Oh why are we talking about this over dinner??”


The bamboo-curtained entrance.


After dinner, we took a slow stroll back to the hotel.


I love Christmas decoration!


The dustbin man make spoil.


We went into Saigon Expressions(a boutique I mentioned in an earlier entry) to get dad’s and my bro’s suits. It was not ready yet. Haha, this was just part of the suit.


My brother was too lazy to come out when my parents, grandmother and I went to the ice-cream parlour that my dad was raving about. It has got such a wrong name.


l-r: dad, Mum, grandma.


Green tea ice cream


A cocktail with ice-cream. Mm.


A gelato concoction of fruits. Is that the word for it?

Everything on the menu was below RM8. In Malaysia, RM8 allows you one miserable scoop of Haagen Daz ice-cream.


Before returning to the hotel, I wanted to take a photo of that faraway white building. But got a picture of a man pointing instead. Still nice, though.

The Vietnam Trip – Episode 5

Ah, a food entry, finally.

After the war memorial and the handicapped handicraft factory, we went for an authentic vietnamese lunch!


Along the way we saw that infamous Virgin Mary(?) statue that cried recently. It was reported in the papers.


It was Christmas Day and kids everywhere were in this get up.


A Vietnamese boyscout.


Dad placing his orders. I didn’t know that waiter was posing for me. Hahahhaa. Dad wanted us to try this thing called Fly Rice. (We thought he mispronounced Fried Rice). It’s a rice dish which is cooked in a claypot with various herbs and it is cooked until it is really hard. The claypot will then be cracked upon and the waiter standing at the table will catch the rice with a plate when that hard solid disc of rice is thrown from the kitchen. A good 10 metres away somemore.


My grandmother and mother laughing about the fly rice concept.


The delicious fly rice. I liked it because it was crunchy and salty.


MmMmM!!!


Then there was some tomyam thingie going on which I did not bother to touch.


Prawns in tomato puree!


This is almost like staple among the Vietnamese. They used rice paper to wrap vegetables and meat so it’s like a popiah of sorts.


See? Dipped in soya sauce, the result is heavenly. Mmm. Sorry, I’ve got a salty tongue.


The exterior of the restaurant.


One thing scary about Vietnam is the way they deal with their electrical wirings.

After lunch, Dad and I went walking around the shops outside our hotel while my mum and grandmother slept and my brother shat.(Yes, shat.)


Dad has been telling me about this ‘funky looking dental clinic’. O-kay. Here I am, posing for a photo at the clinic.


A typical sidewalk. They like those tiny stools, them Vietnamese. I keep seeing it everywhere. And they love hammocks too, as you’ll see later.


Dad posing near an old
 building.