Wednesday, November 28, 2007


After spending the whole afternoon baking cookies, Isaac, Pris and myself decided to go to Pasar Malam, since we had extra space in the car, we invited Joo Ming (he had been searching for companions to join him to pasar malams since last Thursday) and Siew Wen to join us.

While having our dinner at the "Medan Selera" 3 different beggars came at different instances to beg for money. I really felt uncomfortable each time they came. I don't believe in giving money to beggars but having them to stand by my side and watch me eat while I ignored them really made me feel guilty. Though I felt guilty, I could not find a good reason to why i should give them money.

As we walked along the pasar malam after dinner, we bumped into more beggars, some were crawling on the road even, I could easily say that there were at least 10 beggars in that pasar malam that night. I like the pasar malam at SS2 but sad to say, my encounter with the beggars really spoilt my little outing. It hurts me actually to see these people begging. I found it very disturbing to see so many people begging. Many questions pondered in my head. Among those are

1. Why do they have to beg when they can work and earn money?
2. Was it a syndicate that is controlling the beggars?
3. How do those who crawl on the street begging find courage to live on? in the 1st place, how did they find their way to the pasar malam?
4. If our country is developed, why then are there this much beggars on the street?


Yean Rong and my little monster's birthday was around the corner, after putting much thought on what special surprise we should give them, Pris, Isaac and myself finally decided to bake peanut butter cookies for them. Do not ask me for the recipe as none of us remembers it. All I can remember is that we put in flour, butter, peanut butter and yes brown sugar.

It took us 3 hours to complete our little present. We made 3 jam jars of cookies, 1 for Monster, 1 for Yien Rong and the 3rd one, we decided to give it to the gardener who was delighted with our little gift. No we don't have an oven, actually, we used the toaster. Thanks to Isaac who had faith in the toaster. He was the one who convinced us that the toaster was capable of baking the cookies.

What you see in this picture is not the peanut butter cookie. We were overwhelmed by our task that
we forgot to take a picture of it. What you see is "Bloody Tarts" named by Isaac himself. We made it the night before after watching " Les Miserables 21st Anniversary Concert"

Both Monster and Yien Rong has not tasted the cookies yet but I do hope they like it. Whatever it is, I wanna wish both of them

Happy Birthday!

May God's blessings be upon you always!

(Pris & Isaac with bloody tarts)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

He made me smile

When the traffic is heavy and the car in front of you is annoyingly indecisive, it really tests your patience.....

I was driving behind one car this morning, the driver was annoyingly slow and she was driving on both lanes, she could not decide on which lane she wanted to be in. I nearly lost my temper. At the traffic lights, I stopped next to the car, still annoyed at the lady, i waited for the light to turn green.

As I waited, i noticed a little boy sitting on the backseat of that annoying car waving at me. Naughty boy I thought. I turned to look at him and he was waving and smiling at me. My heart softened and I smiled back at him but still reluctant to wave. He continued to wave at me, and this time I decided to wave back. He mumbled something to me from his window. I showed him my confused face. He repeated what he said again and it was "Selamat Pagi". I was taken aback by his greeting. He laughed, the lights turned green and we drove off waving at each other.

I continued my journey with the image of him stuck in my head. I'm ashamed of myself actually. For being so moody and unfriendly. I can't find the right words to describe my feelings but this little boy really made my day. Today is beautiful because of that cheeky little smile. Thank you stranger boy!
(Another smiling face in my life, Shawn, my nephew)

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


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Hmm.....aparently this is what my test result says. It's actually rather true on the things I'm not good at. I hate maths or anything that requires culculation. Engineering and computer programming never facinated me. Science, well i like to understand things based on layman terms but i'm alway curious about biology that's for sure.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I am angry......

I just had the worst lunch in my whole entire life. And it cost me RM 6. I can’t believe I was such a fool to have bought food from that shop. I took rice, a chicken curry and vegetable salad. The salad tasted weird and the curry was horrible. I felt so bad over what I ate that I nearly threw up. I will never ever go back to that shop again. I think it’s going to be pretty challenging for me to think of what I’m going to eat for dinner.

I wonder if they even wash their food before cooking it. Am feeling very sick now.

I am actually very angry, i feel cheated and i can't believe people can actually sell such uneatable food to others. How could the city council even give them the license to sell such unhygienic food? I found a cockroach egg and hair in my curry! It was a restaurant and not some stall by the street. Such a shame.....I'm very upset.....too bad I forgot the name of the shop or else I would name it here. It's located near my office at Lebuh Ampang. One of the many Indian Restaurant's located on that street.

I was scammed!

Was it a scam?

During Deepavali, I received a call from Hong Kong. The caller claimed that the company she represented was going to open a branch soon in Malaysia and they are currently running a survey on the Malaysian market. Since the conversation was in Mandarin and my mandarin was half pass six, I only managed to understand and answer briefly to the conversation. Towards the end of our conversation, she invited me to the company event which will be held in Genting on Sunday. She also told me that since I answered her questionnaire, I was entitled to join in their lucky draw competition.

On Sunday evening, I received another call from her, asking me why I had not gone to Genting. She said that I had won a prize at the lucky draw and asked me if I could go to the event within half and hour to collect my prize. I told her that it was impossible and she told me that her collogue will call me again the following day to make arrangements for me to collect my prize.

This morning, I received a call and was told that I had won one of the grand prizes and the prize was cash worth RM 50,000. For a while, I was shocked and overwhelmed. It sounded too good to be true. How can I so easily win RM 50,000 by just answering questions? The girl who announced the good news to me told me that her collogue will call me afterwards to help me collect my prize. When her collogue called, guess how did she want to give me the prize money. She asked me for my bank account. I told her that the best way of giving me the prize was actually through cheque and she asked me what a cheque was.

I guess that was the joke of the day. Was it a scam? I really don’t know. I casually asked Leslie this morning what if I had won the RM 50,000. And he suggested that I go and pursue on some culinary courses and of course use the balance to start my little business empire. What will I do if that RM 50,000 was mine? Well I really don’t know. Honestly, I think I will be expected to donate some money and some people will expect me to treat them, but then again, RM 50, 000 is not a lot. I actually need RM 50,000 to pay up my PTPTN loan. Since the day I graduated, I was already in dept and I really don’t like to be in dept. So perhaps, RM 50,000 will be good to settle my loans hahaha

Don't grieve for me for God has set me free

I attended a funeral on Saturday. It was the funeral of a man, who single handedly raised his four children after his wife died many years ago when they were still schooling. He died at the age of 80, well loved by everyone he knew. He lived a very simple life, did not have a high ranking job neither was he a leader in any organization except in his own family. Even so, he lived a respectful life, well appreciated by many who had cherished their moments spent with him. Here’s what his grandson read at his eulogy:

Don’t grieve for me for God has set me free

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free.
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call.
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day.
To laugh, to love, to work or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembering joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Ah, yes these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life’s been full, I’ve savored much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me.

God wanted me now

He set me free.

~Author Unknown~

I am not there yet, but I hope someday, I too will be able to utter the poem and mean every single word of it. To see life beautifully to cherish it and yet be not attached to anything, to have the ability to let go when the time has come.

Friday, November 09, 2007

My Deepavali Breakfast

It was on Tuesday that I realized Deepavali was on Thursday. I asked those in Xavier Hall if they had plans on Thursday and some told me they were going to visit their Hindu friends while others gave me that look. The look that said “Hello, I’m in the midst of my exams and obviously I’m going to be studying.”

Pris had been telling me that every year during Deepavali, Sri Paandi the Indian Restaurant would serve free breakfast to their customers in appreciation to their loyal support. So some of us at Xavier Hall decided to drop by at the branch at Jalan Bukit for breakfast. We reached there at 7.30am and the crowed that gathered inside the shop was pretty similar to the Sunday morning crowd. Everyone looked happy and contented. Why wouldn’t they? We were served with Roti Canai, Puttu Mayam, Tosai, Iddli together with mutton and chicken and dhall curry. Teh and Kopi Tarik were bottomless and the servers were extra friendly then usual and some even gave extra attention to their favorite customers by constantly adding on food to their plates. While many remained asleep on their beds, we were feasting till our hearts content. When we left the shop, I was surprised to see the crowd that gathered outside the shop, waiting for their turn to grab a plate.

I don’t know who the owner of Sri Paandi is but he did make me a happy person yesterday and I am thankful for the little treat he gave us. And because of that little treat, Sri Paandi remains as one of my favorite Indian Restaurant unless their service becomes bad and the food become lousy. No, the owner did not bribe me to say such nice things about his shop hahahaha but honestly speaking, I have always liked going to Sri Paandi because the food there is reasonable and generally nice.

(Sri Paandi's deepavali well wishers waiting to go inside)


I love you very much, I love you so much, and oh I love you so much that I can’t imagine spending a day without you.

Love, such and interesting word that is associated with like and yet can be expressed differently in different instances to different individuals. To some people, L-O-V-E is such an easy to use word; they can say I love you day in and day out. Some reserve it only for their special someone, some can say it to any friend while some have never even uttered I love you to anyone in their whole entire life.

Maybe I am conservative and full of pride. I actually find it very hard to say I love you to people especially when I have to look into their eyes. Somehow smses or written messages seem to be the easier method for me to express myself. I think until today, I have yet to say I love you to my parents neither have I uttered the love word to Leslie or have even uttered a single word that is close to love or brings the similar meaning to the word love to someone. As much as I want to hold hands or give a good warm hug, there is this fear within me that prevents me from doing so. I usually avoid or do it so fast that there is no time for the other party to feel my warmth.

Having lived in Malaysia all my life, I am confident that I am not the only one who suffers from this disability to express my feelings towards another being. My parents have never told me that they loved me neither has any person told me straight into my face that they love me and yet I know that I am being loved.

I love you Jennifer has never been uttered by any of my parents but I know that they love me. If it wasn’t for love, papa would not have given mummy 90% of his salary to spend on running the household. Papa would not have bothered to pick me up from school whenever the public bus failed to come. Mummy would not have gone hunting for good tuition teachers for my sake. She would not have spent her time staying at home to look unto our well beings. She would not have bothered to earn some extra income for the family to spend.

My Aunt Matty and Aunt Mary never told us that they loved us. They scolded us most of the time instead. But then again, if they had not loved us, they would not have picked us up in Aunt Matty’s old Opel early every Sunday morning for mass. Aunt Matty would not have had You Moh (the servant) to cook for us various types of delicious curry every week and Aunt Mary would not have bothered to give us RM 5 each (during those days, it was 5 Ringgit) every month as pocket money.

My friends think it’s gross and disgusting to say I love you. Some say I love you is strictly to be used by lovers only while others, like me, are not comfortable using it. Even so, love dwells between me and my friends. If they had not loved me, they would not have tolerated my annoying behaviors, they would not have remembered to buy me something whenever they went for holidays, they would not have gone out of the way to comfort me whenever I am down, they would not have bothered to sacrifice the things that they really want to have because of me. What more to share the joyful and sad moments in life with me.

To me, to be able to show love is more important than saying I love you. However, I do look forward for the day to come when I can look into a person’s eye and tell them that I loved them for I believe that expressing our feelings to another person is a form of affirmation to the other person that they are being loved.

We can’t really expect people to be as thick skinned as I am to convince themselves that they are being loved can we?

I guess some of you will now be wondering how do I show my love to people huh? Well, if you have been loved by me before, I’m sure you will already know how is it like rite? Hahaha…..

(my dad and sisters with their babies)

Are you drunk?

The word Drunk, what does it mean? According to the Little Oxford Dictionary, drunk means deprived of proper control of oneself by alcoholic liquor.

It’s been nearly eight months since I last met up with Chris and Steven. Today, they dropped by to have a light meal with me at the nearby shop and Steven decided to share a bottle of beer with me. All I had was just a small glass of beer and nothing more. When I went back, a friend commented that I was drunk, I asked why? I thought I had misbehaved and had shown signs and symptoms of a drunken person. The reason she gave me was that she could smell beer when I burped and that my face was a little blushed.

Yes I did drink but I was not drunk and I thought it was pretty misleading for her to use the word drunk on me though I strongly believe that she was being naive when she used the word drunk. Just imagine if she went around telling people that Jenn was drunk last night. Can you imagine what would people think of me? What might run in people’s mind might be that I lost my self control and drank till I lost myself. My reputation might also be ruined because people might think that I am an alcoholic when I’m not.

I feel that sometimes people tend to make a big fuss over drinks. For me, it’s ok to have a glass or two of alcohol and it is not fair to label any person as bad or alcoholic just because they enjoy a glass or two of liquor. I am not an avid drinker, but I cannot deny that I do enjoy Wine, Tapai, Tuak, Baileys and sometimes beer. Even though I enjoy them, I only drink them during special occasions, when there is a reason to celebrate or when I’m in the midst of some really good company.

There is a big bottle of Brandy in my cabinet and some students were stunned to find it there. Rumors went round among some of them that I was a hard liquor expert. I don’t drink brandy and I can’t because it’s too strong for me but I use a lot of brandy in cooking and baking, mind you Sugee and fruit cakes are not complete without brandy in it. I also keep a bottle of Lee Heng ( Sabahan Wine) in the fridge because it makes gingered chicken soup taste perfect

Liquor, such a wonderful creation yet being accused by some as sinful and poisonous. It is wonderful because every sip of it brings delight to the tongue, and yet, it is sinful because many have become addicted to it and have over consumed it resulting misconducts, causing those who over consume it to become a nuisance to those around them.

I know of some people who just love alcohol and consume them as if it was water or soft drink. I guess I am in no position to comment on them but I think it is pretty sad when people become addicted to it, to loose control of themselves for the sake of alcohol. When this happens, the drink that is meant for pleasure becomes a poison, a sinful drink.

Perhaps it’s a good idea then for liquors to be pricey so that most of us will think twice before we buy it and may each time we consume it be a special moment.

Cheers to our imaginary champagne (actually it's sparkling juice)

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Board game or Bored game?

Tonight I'm going to play scrabble with Audrey and Mel. I don't know if Dora is going to join us yet but even if she doesn't we are going to go ahead. It's been ages since I last played scrabble, I am a little bit anxious about it. Partly is because I don't master English as well as I used to and my vocabulary is becoming very weak. Audrey and Mel reads alot therefore I can already forsee that I'm going to be the looser tonight unless I play intelligently and conquer all the bonus points on the board.

I played alot of scrabble when I was in secondary school but stopped after I entered University. None of my friends thought they were worthy enough to be playing scrabble with me (which is so untrue) while I on the other hand disliked to think during my free time, therefore I opted for other things to do in order to kill time.

Tonight is the night I feel the scrabble board again after many years. I hope we enjoy ourselves tonight so that we can play board games more regularly. Audrey and Mel will bring pizza over while I've got some Shandy chilled in the fridge for us and some pork crackers from Thailand to munch along with our game.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

To my friend....

"We are more wounded and brokened as we grow. That is why we will never be the same again. But it is only through brokeness that we discover the diamonds of our life"