Addicted To Kolok Mee

A bowl of scrumptious kolok mee bound to tantalize all of your senses!

"Slurp!"

"God this is delicious!" I thought to myself as I took another mouthful of the springy noodle drenched in fragrant oil.

On the table there was silence. Just the sounds of chopsticks clanged with the porcelain bowl.

Meanwhile in my mouth, there was an orchestra of flavours. Springy noodle. Sweet juicy roast pork – all begging to invade my senses and bring me to a who le new world of satisfaction.

Topped up with crispy minced meat, mixed together in savoury lard. Simply marvellous!

Within minutes, all that was left is the greasy bowl and a smile of sheer delight on my face.

"I just love to cook", she smiled when asked why she did it.

"The secret recipe is the lard. And garlic oil. Those were the most important ingredients for kolok mee" Anna Ng says with much pride in front of her stall at the corner lot shop along the streets of Kuching.

"I have tried others and made my own research on how to cook a delicious kolok mee", she said. And she should know, as she has been in business selling the beloved local dish for the past four years.

"I usually fry the garlic combined with lard and that makes the noodles so fragrant. The chopped meat is maintained to its original taste."

"Therefore my noodles taste different from others. And many of my customers like it."

Kolok Mee is a type of noodle dish commonly found in Kuching, Sarawak.

"Kolok" in the local Hokkien dialect describes the method of the noodle is being cooked.

Springy egg noodle blanched in hot water that looks like instant noodle and served in lard with some condiments like sliced pork and minced meat. It is served throughout the day – for breakfast, lunch and even supper!

Kolok mee resembles wantan mee which is popular in the Peninsula, but with an oomph to it!

The difference between the two however, is that kolok mee is not drenched in dark soy sauce and water is not added to the noodles when served. The helping of noodles also does not come with wantan. Instead, there is minced pork together with slices of roast pork or char siew.

Kolok mee comes in two common flavours; plain or seasoned with red sauce. Either way they taste just as good! Not to mention it is reasonably cheap too. A dish can cost anywhere between three and four ringgit. Cheap, delicious and amazingly satisfying. What more can you ask for?

Since Kuching has a sizeable Chinese population especially of Hakka and Hokkien descent, kolok mee is very much entrenched in the food culture here.

To suit the local Muslim community, the kolok mee is even replaced with strips of chicken instead of pork. That way everybody gets to savour the local delight.

For John Lister Chan, 31, kolok mee reminds him of home.

Thus, whenever he leaves town, the first thing he would look for upon returning to Kuching is kolok mee.

"Because it is our hometown's special dish. You can't find it anywhere. It is famous here in Kuching", he gushes on as he shared about why he loves the dish.

"Kolok mee is our traditional food. Therefore the government should promote this dish as our local pride before it is forgotten”, he laments.

"Kolok mee has a history of many years but nowadays the locals tends to switch to other foods such as dimsum"

For every cat you see in the city, there you will find kolok mee. Literally, everywhere around the city. It is undoubtedly everybody's favourite traditional dish.

However it is more than just a hearty bowl of noodles. It is close to the hearts of many locals. To them that is where home is. This simple yet delightful dish does not just bridge the local community but has even got me, a non-local, caught up in its craze.

“A bowl of kolok mee please?”, I smile to the lady standing behind the stall. I watch her prepare the meal as she places the sliced roast pork on top of the noodles.

My memories took me back to 3 years ago. That was the last time I had kolok mee. It was love at first bite. And that was all I have been thinking of since my recent flight to the city of cats.

Anna brought the dish before me. My nose tingled as I caught a whiff of the rich aromatic smell. I delightedly picked up the chopsticks and mixed the noodles together with all the accompaniments inside the bowl, blending them together to a perfect harmony. I took a mouthful of it. And another. And another..

Ever since then, I have been having them for 3 consecutive days. And I’m not even complaining. Why? Because I simply just can’t get enough of it!"

Puppy Brown Eyes

He held my hand. His fingers entwined with mine.
Shy. I pulled away.
My mind went ahead of me.
He's just fooling with me, I thought.
So I pushed him away.
After dinner with the rest, he held on to me tightly asking me to stay.
I wriggled my arms from his hold.
I walked away.
Was I too much? I was quite flattered I must say.
He's adorable and I liked him.
But it's not possible. We are not possible.
I'm afraid he even thinks that I was into girls!
Cos I was hanging out more with them.
But the facts is, I'm in love with those puppy brown eyes.

The Other Woman

“You think I didn’t know what you were doing? Late nights, drunk, smelling of women.”

He just walked in the door, ignoring the screams of his wife.

He placed his brown leather bag down on the sofa and starts to unbutton his shirt.

“You were with that woman huh??” She grabbed his shirt violently, inspecting the fabric and demanded an explanation.

One hand on her waist.. “I smell female perfume.. How could you do this to me?? I‘ve been with you for 10 years!! And our children??”

Two little girls in their pyjamas, quietly sitting at the staircase. The smallest one hugged her doll tightly as her sister held her and they both started crying.

He just ignored her. Nothing came out of his mouth. As he sits down and flicked through the channels on the remote control.

She began to loose control as she rummaged through his leather bag. Papers flying across the room.

“What are you doing?? Are you out of your mind??” He stood up and his held on to the bag.

“HAH! What’s this you bloody bastard?!?” She held a black pantyhose right in front of his face.

“Tell me who’s that slut?? What does she has that I don’t have??”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you if you weren’t so crazy woman..”

“These pantyhose are mine..” he snatched them back. Later he held out a bright pink wig from his bag.

“Don’t worry honey. There is no other woman. He’s my ex-boss.”

Her jaws dropped as her knees weaken and like a feather she allowed gravity to pull her to the sofa.

He then placed the wig over his head, turned around and walk towards the door. He swayed his hips as he walked out the door with HER red heels.

Dreaming Of A Dream

The clock on the wall shows it’s quarter to 5pm. 15 minutes seems like forever. Just as I was about to finish the last sentence of my report, he gives me another file to process.

“What the hell? I was already packing my bag and ready to go home for dinner with family.”

His seems to be mumbling though I can’t make sense of what he is saying as my gaze moved to a picture of a pristine beach stuck on my cubicle wall.

“Boy, can I have a glass of cold Pina Colada? I asked the shirt-less waiter who was holding a tray of drinks near the beach benches.

“Yes madam..” He replied as I put on my sunglasses and continued with the book that I was reading.

The salty sea breeze kissed my skin and the hammock moved along with the wind.

The sound of waves and birds chirping were so soothing that it made my eyelids grew heavier.

“I am freezing ALL your annual leaves as we are short of staffs this month. I understand you applied for leave the next 5 days but we are going to have to freeze those days honey. Sorry..”

“OH NOOOO…… I have already booked my holiday in Redang!!!”

“Madam.. Are you alright? Here’s your Pina Colada.”

“Oh thank you.”

Wow what kind of nasty dream was that? I shrugged it away as I sipped from my drink and continued my book. The wind blew even stronger.. I lost balance and my hammock overturned.

“BUMMP!!” I hit my bum on the floor..

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR??” my boss asked.

“Oh I’m sorry.. What were you saying Sir?”

“I said you leaves have been frozen. You will work extra hours from now onwards!!”

“No extra claims. Think of it as for your personal development. Since you are still new, it’s good for the big boss to see you working hard.”

The clock shows 5.05pm. Oh well there goes my dinner plans.

Season of Loneliness

At this moment here are 3 people I missed the most; momsie dearest, salsa boy and my super bubbly ex-housemate. Now that they are not around, life does seemed a little dull, boring and yes, lonely.

There’s this movie coming up, The Ugly Truth. I don’t know with whom to watch it with. Need somebody to cuddle with and share a box of popcorn, while laughing out loud in the movies (the last time I laughed so hard I cried was Kung Fu Panda). My favorite romantic-mushy-movie-kaki has already promised her church friends she’d watch it with them. It’s been awhile since I have been in the company of familiar faces. Somebody I can really connect with and just rant about my day at work and frustrations. At the moment blogging about them will just do. Not many people really listen nowadays. The last time I remembered it does feels good to have somebody to just listen to you. Take in all your crappy jokes and lameness. Sigh where are all my friends? They must be busy I think. Can’t rely on others to make myself happy. It’s only me, myself and I.

You don’t really know how much someone means to you until they are gone. It is when you really missed them and think about them everyday. Life feels different when they leave. Or maybe I’m just too used to them, it’s taking some time to adjust. But why is it taking so long? Ouch. Didn’t really appreciate my housemate until she left. Every night she would be the first person to greet me “Hello, How are you?“ with a bright smile as I enter the door. Always cheerful and happy, we’d share our stories at the doorsteps of our rooms. She’s quite a hyper one I tell you. Each night the other roommate will be far asleep in La-La Land while we were still up in the late night laughing away at our silly jokes and games. Nowadays I come home to emptiness and quietness.

Mom has always been always my comfort and joy. Truly the home is where the heart is. Where mom is, that’s home. What huge sacrifice a mother has to make to be apart from family and loved ones just to earn a better living. A mother that provides only what’s best for her children. Never thinking of herself but always putting others first. Mom, you are my hero!

Losing a companion is just as equally as bad. Somebody who is up for just about anything. Someone just as adventurous and like-minded, whom you feel connected somehow. We can just talk about anything (even about boys!), often having deep discussions over supper. What I’d miss most is about his absolutely funny and random remarks (and sometimes actions). During dance night outs he’d comment about how hot or sexy I looked and notices the clothes and accessories I wear. And I liked that. He’s such a fun guy. When we salsa or dance, nothing else matters, it’s just having the great chemistry on the dance floor and I feel most comfortable to slut-dance with him. He’s also someone whom I can pseudo-flirt and ask out for movies/dancing/dinner/theater/shopping/events/just-about-anything! So far I think he’s the only one who fits the jacket. But of course he had to return back to homeland for good and it was goodbye from him.

So.. life goes on. Like it or not, I have to pick up the pieces and move forward. But at the mean time I’d prefer to be left alone reminiscing the good times. I guess I could also use some hug.

Seducing Mr. Perfect

Hubba hubba

There's this guy. To me he's just perfect. He cooks, bakes, does house chores and loves kids. Best part is, I can totally imagine myself with him because he knows me well and accepts me for who I am. The lame-ness and airhead-ness that is me. There's definitely chemistry as we could talk and engage of different levels of discussion. He'd listen to my funny stories and we'd have a good laugh.

He's my Oracle. Gives me directions on the road as well as in life. Not to mention he's also charming, smart, opinionated, outgoing, spontaneous and funny. Like me, he loves to travel, loves food and loves love.

A gentleman like him is hard to find. Opens the door for me. Prepares me food and there was once he even grinded the pepper onto my meal which drew envy from another table next to us. He treats me like a princess. Held my hands when crossing the street. Made me felt safe. Well not that I'm insecure of anything, but it sure felt nice!

His parents? They simply adore me! His mom even suggested him to marry me. Well I always knew I'm a good daughter-in-law material. Which I actually don't mind. Tall, nice bod, has career, car, cash. You name it! Indeed an eligible bachelor. Ok maybe a wee bit too old for that. Men of his age would have a teenage kid by now. But that's not a problem to me. Men tend to look better as they age, unlike women.

However there just seems to be only ONE problem. Mr.Perfect is not available (well most of the time they aren't anyway). Not in a million years. At least not for me.

Unfortunately, he has a boyfriend.

Now how can I compete with THAT???

S+S Experience

With awesome dancers, Suhaili and Weijun!

Gala night was great although we didn't win anything (except for our fellow dancer, Suhaili which took home the award for best female dancer for Shades Of The Moon, and best choreographer AND best production for her other piece, Nerds Gone Nuts. Yeah the woman is multi-talented. However I guess Weijun was more disappointed due to the feedback we got from some audience that our dance was rather "artsy". Apparently not many people actually understood the piece. Deeming it as too "deep". Well I guess that's the challenge of being too artistic when the audiences are not. Sometimes you need not crack your head too much to solve the mystery, but just enjoy the art as it is. At the very least for its aesthetic value. Well that's what I think. Art (even paintings in art galleries) always leaves room for personal interpretations.

The art of lights, sound and movements perhaps?

Oh well whatever is it for me, I'm very much happy with the outcome. For me it was the whole experience, the whole package. Since I had no dancing background whatsoever (except salsa) and I just wanted a stage to perform. And the fact that I was an outcast (as nobody actually picked my during the auditions) but Weijun took me in. He told me that everybody who auditioned should deserve a chance and for that I'm just so grateful. Being in the gala night itself was such an honour. And for me working with such professionals like Weijun and Suhaili, I couldn't ask for more as I learnt so many things from them, besides getting to meet new people. Truly, I'm very much inspired by all these talented dancers. They have the talents, the commitment and most importantly the passion to dance!

My debut performance in "Shades Of The Moon". And that my friend, is the block.

Most of the time backstage, I would feel so small and insignificant compared to others in the Short+Sweet Dance. I understand that some of the dancers were trained ballerinas from the age of 5! Others could do headstands, splits, flips, twirls and stunts almost effortlessly which I could only dream of doing. Therefore, I'm only good at what I do, which is the choreography on the block. Oh but it was just so inspiring to see them dance nevertheless! It felt just like in the movies (being backstage) but lesser dramas of course. Dancers getting ready warming up before the show as my nerve creeps up!

Adrenaline pumping 10 minutes before show. From the backstage monitoring screen we could see the audiences as they enter the hall and fill up the seats. The stage manager cues us and the show begins! Nothing else that went through my mind as I stepped up the block and do my 'thang. In mind, all I could think of was "I just needed to get it right, every step, don't screw up!" And add in some soul to each choreographed step (which am still figuring out how!).

Auww.. Backstage with The Moonies.

I'm also thankful I didn't have any wardrobe malfunction the whole time we were on stage as it was just a thinly-strapped white baby doll dress clinging over my shoulders. Thankfully nothing snapped, otherwise it would ended up as a peek-a-boo show! And the white dress I got from Times Square, oh it was just perfect and cheap!

Dressing room 2 : Moons + Nerds + Mamis!

What also made the whole experience most memorable was sharing the same dressing room with a crazy bunch of people, Nerds Gone Nut and Mami Jarum. They are just hilarious! We would laugh our heads off watching Little Rascals together in the dressing room backstage while getting ready for the show. Plus having Fuzzy together in the same competition and same dressing room is just the cherry on top! I think we were destined to get into it together, we auditioned together, we got in together and share the same dressing room together! Although for different dance pieces. But it was fun to have him around and he's such a sweetheart for doing my hair every night before the show! Apparently he had always had a dormant passion for hairstyling since childhood! Just missing was a make up artist!

My hairstylist, Fadzli. Thanks dude for doing my hair!

All in all, it was a wonderful experience for me as I will surely not forget my debut dance performance (not to mention artistic dance!). Besides, I don't know when will I have a chance to do it again. I must say the timing was just perfect. If it was any bigger production I wouldn't have the time to commit due to my work schedules. Indeed it the experience was Short+Sweet!

Shades Of The Moon

We got into Gala Night! :)

Something Beautiful

Over garlic cheese naan at Uma Rani last night we were discussing about the full dressed rehersals of Short+Sweet we watched earlier in KLPAC. Talking about which dance pieces we prefer the most and dancing experiences.

Wei Jun has been dancing all his life. When I asked him how many years has he been dancing he replied, "I don't know.. It's like asking me since when did I learn to eat, or speak, or walk!"

So I asked him, "Well do you know WHY I joined Short+Sweet?"

He just shook his head.

"I just wanted to see what I can do.. I've always wanted to perform on stage. It was something that I wanted to do for so long that I have somewhat forgotten about it. There was an audition so I jumped straight into it!"

"Besides.. I want to be a part of something beautiful."

Well some deep discussions over roti naan going on there!

Personally I'm doing this for myself. To build my confidence on stage and just to have fun. For somebody with so little dance background (previously I danced only salsa okay!), I realized that for a simple choreography, there were so many thing that took place behind the scenes.

Ever since day 1 of my rehersals with Wei Jun, my steps have evolved to something different each time. But thankfully he was ever so patient and accomodating. Never asked me to do something that I can't pull off well. Truly an honour to work with such a professional.

Anyway can't wait to see the full dance being put together soon. It's definitely going to be short+sweeeeeet!!! That's a guarantee.

So come one, come all to watch me perform this 29th July to 1st August at KLPAC!

Look ma I'm on TV!

25th May 2009 marks history in my life...

Finally my first TV appearance on RTM!! It's a 4 minutes slot featuring me as the host's sidekick.

All in all the experience was great! First time standing in front of a camera live and giving a presentation. Initially, I thought my nerves would tear me apart. As I've known, no matter how GOOD you are, if you can't control your nerves, you're totally screwed! Of course, there was an auto-queue where you can read your text (you can't be memorizing ALL of it right??). I guess I was focusing way too much on reading my queue right, I completely forgotten about my nervousness! In fact, it turned out to be a FUN experience. I actually kinda enjoyed it. Adrenaline rush? You betcha!

I was reminded of what some people had told me before: "If you are too nervous to read news on RADIO, what makes you think you'd be better on TV??" -- well let's hope and pray this opens up more doors so I can prove them otherwise!

Life is a climb, but the view is great!

P/S: My slot is somewhat during the 3rd or 4th minute into the show, and somewhere in the middle and the end. Best way to view the video is to wait for it to upload completely. Buffering might take some time. Therefore a good internet connection is needed.

Enjoy! :)

Di Luar Lingkungan Bersama Sayed Munawar (25 Mei 2009)Video:

Tajuk : Pendidikan Politik : Matangkah Pemikiran Politik Malaysia Tetamu : 1) YB YUSMADI YUSOFF Ahli Parlimen Balik Pulau 2) PROF. MADYA DR. AHMAD NIZAMUDDIN SULAIMAN Pensyarah Kanan Sains Politik & Strategik, UKM 3) AMER SAIFUDE GHAZ

Click here:

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid10791406001?bclid=11619770001&bctid=25616613001

In Need Of A New Retrospection

My perpetual dilemma of facing frustrations and disappointments from chasing dreams.. Sigh. When will it stop?? I'm really tired already... However the Oracle has spoken today:

I need a new retrospection. I need to move forward. Move on. But I'm lost. I need guidance. Help!

Lemons

"When life hands you lemons, make lemonade."

So the saying goes. But why settle for making lemonade when there are so many more possibilities?

When life hands you lemons...

* Cut them in half and squeeze the stinging, citrus pulp into the eyes of those who would dare to mock, threaten or oppose you.

* Just as life hands them to you, quickly toss them back. Yell, "You touched 'em last!" Then run away.

* Make lemon meringue pie.

* Sell 'em lemons to Breeze, they can make lemon smelling detergent.

* Juggle.

* Bleach your face with homemade lemon mask.

* Make lemonade. Add vodka. Drink. Declare that "life ishn't scho bad after all."

* Throw them back and say, "I want apples! Gimme apples!"

* Lemon fight!

* Simply refuse to sign for them. Life's lemons can't be delivered without an authorized signature.

* Pretend to "accidentally" drop one of them. When life bends over to pick it up, give life a major wedgie. Run away (without the lemons, of course.)

* Share them. Sharing is caring.

* Accept them graciously, so as not to cause life to suspect you of anything. Then stick one in life's exhaust pipe while it's in the grocery store picking up more lemons.

But hey, what if life hands you TOMATOES??? Make Bloody Marys. Cheers!

Hunkalicious!

Henry Golding, CLEO's Most Eligible Bachelor 2009 (hubba hubba)

Henry doing a sexy dance. Very sexy.

The Forer Effect

• You have a need for other people to like and admire you, and yet you tend to be critical of yourself (yes I'm very critical indeed - I am my own worst enemy)
• While you have some personality weaknesses you are generally able to compensate for them.
• You have considerable unused capacity that you have not turned to your advantage (I feel I have so much to offer so much I can give.. but I don't know how to channel them)
• Disciplined and self-controlled on the outside, you tend to be worrisome and insecure on the inside (I think too much sometimes, contrary to popular beliefs)
• At times you have serious doubts as to whether you have made the right decision or done the right thing (A true Libran, "indecisive" is my middle name, depending on the situation.. once decided I can be rather stubborn at times)
• You prefer a certain amount of change and variety and become dissatisfied when hemmed in by restrictions and limitations (hell yeah.. I'll rot at my desk by doing a 9-5 job!)
• You also pride yourself as an independent thinker; and do not accept others' statements without satisfactory proof (critical, analytical and skeptical, that's me!)
• But you have found it unwise to be too frank in revealing yourself to others (only when it is safe to come out)
• At times you are extroverted, affable, and sociable, while at other times you are introverted, wary, and reserved (can't agree more.. bi-polar personality maybe?)
  
• Some of your aspirations tend to be rather unrealistic (you mean like reading the news? yeah tell me about it!)

This quiz asks a few questions and generates a passage that describes you almost perfectly. It was first created by Dr. Forer in 1948 and has been used thousands of times since then. On average, it is accurate 4.2 out of 5 times!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forer_effect

Oh The Irony!

What is winning 2 awards in a row (literally one day after another) but you still can't read the news? By right one should be happy that it is a personal milestone especially in my budding career. Definitely a great honour receiving the awards alongside established journalists of much longer experience and seniority. But again the heart is not at peace. In fact in pieces. Nothing else matters when you can't read the news. The passion in everything else just died off. Sigh.

My Theme Song: The Climb by Miley Cyrus

I can almost see it

That dream I'm dreaming but

There's a voice inside my head sayin,

You'll never reach it,

Every step I'm taking,

Every move I make feels

Lost with no direction

My faith is shaking but I

Got to keep trying

Got to keep my head held high

There's always going to be another mountain

I'm always going to want to make it move

Always going to be an uphill battle,

Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,

Ain't about how fast I get there,

Ain't about what's waiting on the other side

It's The Climb

The struggles I'm facing,

The chances I'm taking

Sometimes they knock me down but

No I'm not breaking

I mean I know it

But these are the moments that

I'm going to remember most yeah

Just got to keep going

And I, I got to be strong

Just keep pushing on...

There's always going to be another mountain

I'm always going to want to make it move

Always going to be an uphill battle,

Sometimes I'm gonna to have to lose,

Ain't about how fast I get there,

Ain't about what's waiting on the other side

It's the climb

Keep on moving

Keep climbing

Keep the faith baby

It's all about

It's all about

The climb

Keep the faith

Keep your faith...

little.black.book

Knew about the boutique for some time now. Finally had a chance to take a peek at what's in store (in Bangsar). Boy, it was love at first sight! Only I had the moolahs to splurge! The clothes are so colourful, chic and hip. So me! I love their dresses and cute unique outfits. Especially with lots of colour, psychedelic and the bohemian/retro chick look. And they are so affordable! Some of the cute stuffs that caught my eyes. My wish list (well sorta):

Cute and very Gossip Girl indeed. Dress at only RM49.90!

Sweet and sexy alluring dress! Very Hawaiian me likey much! It's so afforable.. Only RM32.90!

I so want this! Cute kitty cat top only RM32.90!

Oh their party dresses are to-die-for! Especially the satin dresses. Sexy but not skanky. Too many caught my eyes but I can't possibly post it here. I think I may have promoted the store a bit too much. Since I don't get any commision so I'll just stop here and view the rest at http://littleblackbookmy.blogspot.com/

Sunday Morning

Suddenly I felt like going to church.. But somehow or rather I doubt the sudden "burst of faith" at this point, as I have not been attending for about a year now & SUDDENLY, I want to go..

I guess I'm just lost and I need guidance..

In times of crisis, I find the issue of "God" somehow becomes very relevant. I thought I could be a somebody, meant to do great things, write my own destiny.. but turns out I failed. I'm just a nobody. I have failed and it's hard to swallow. Especially to find out that something you are so passionate about, just crumble right in front of you. Stripped and thrown out to face the cold truth: "it's just not meant for you.."

Boss wants to take me off Sunday night news (apparently my newreading sucks, and there were some complaints). Therefore I'm slotted in for the Sunday morning news. So what wrong with Sunday morning? Well, there's church! And the fact that I have problem waking up in the wee hours of morning (but that's not an excuse I know).

The thing is.. my MAIN purpose IS to read news! So if I'm slotted in the Sunday morning news (where they already have their respective anchors to read the news), well bingo! Mission failed. Therefore working on Sunday morning defeats ALL my purposes. It'll be just for the sake of money which I find pointless! Personally, I need to be driven by PASSION. Imagine being so miserable on Sunday mornings (the whole day would be wrecked anyway) just for 120 bucks! Is it really worth it?? Yes, it also cuts down my precious weekend at home, as the travelling up and down is crazy, thus interrupting my quality time home.

At the end of the day it really boils down to VALUE VERSUS WORTH (taken from Confessions Of A Shoppaholic - haha). Time for some serious re-evaluation: "what makes ME happy?" Money? Already my pay is PEANUTS! Minus 500 is close to not earning enough to cover my expenses. Not good either.

Well do you think I'm mad to forgo the offer and put my faith to test??

My heart says: go church. My head says: no money.

My heart says: but I don't like to do Sunday mornings, in fact, I HATE IT.. My head says: do whatever it takes to get the job done!

But my heart says: NO PASSION, my head says: BUT IT'S MONEY!!!

Depressed, oppressed, suppressed, unable to express!

Bottomline is.. everything else doesn't matter anymore if I don't get to read news. I don't know if I have stressed enough that: if I don't get to read news, I'll be so miserable thinking I'm a step backward and NOT forward. In fact, I DON'T want to be reminded of THAT by taking the job on Sunday mornings! I DON'T want to be reminded of my defeat. Future seems bleak now. My dream of being a newsreader is farther and farther away... It breaks my heart. Really.

But deep down inside, I think I already know the answer. Time to listen to the whispers of my heart. It may be filled with uncertainties that's for sure, but I know my heart will be at peace. This is the part where I put my faith to test.

Let go. Let God.

Rainbow Garden

Twas the month of March and I've never been so busy! Let's see.. I have officially moved up to Jalan Ipoh, KL i.e. stay closer to work so that I don't have to spend most of my time traveling to the other end of the world (or just another lame excuse not to drive my drunk ass home). And yes I'm now officially a city dweller! Yipee! Pigeon hole as it may seem, my room is comfy and good enough to sleep (well that's what I do there most of the time anyway). Fell in love with the place when I first found out the name of the area; Rainbow Garden. How hippie does that sounds? So me right?!? Sunshine in Rainbow Garden. Next thing is to grow a poppy plant at my balcony and throw some "happy" party up my place! Weeeeeeee... And my housemates, they are just awesome lah.. English teacher and BM teacher. Perfect.

Mr. Megalomaniac

HE talks too much about himself until I was speechless! Often times I was lost for words. Hardly asked about me. And he had the nerve to put his tongue into my mouth! Euww.. Definitely NOT the one I want.

I want a guy who treats me like a princess, makes me laugh, pampers me, spoils me silly and takes care about me. Makes me happy, relaxes me. Neither easy, sleazy nor selfish. Basically treat me like a queen or else he's just not that into me!

Taken from the book "He's Just Not That Into You" (a movie about it coming soon!) where one part, a reader writes about her situation she's facing related to dating guys, and it sound just a bit waaay too familiar...

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Dear Greg, (the author)

I've been on three dates with a guy who's a really great catch. He's a journalist (well not really in my case) who has an incredibly exciting life - he travels, goes on adventures, and has incredibly interesting observations about it all. He's also really funny (nah). He compliments me and seems to like me and keeps asking me out. He always says he's had a great time with me (uh huh..) But in fact, in the three dates we've had together, he actually hasn't asked me one question about myself (hell yeah, right on!). He's obviously really into me otherwise why would he keep asking me out and telling me how nice I look? Maybe this is what it's like dating exciting guys. He's a great catch, Greg!

Ronda

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And this was Greg's reply to Ronda's letter in his book "He's Just Not That Into You"...

Dear Captive Audience,

You are so lucky to be with such an exciting guy. You get to watch him perform conversational masturbation on you (err..). Hot. He's clearly as impressed with himself as you are. I hate to tell you this, but he's just not that into you; he's into how you look listening to him (ouch!). When I met my wife, all I wanted to do was ask her questions. How else was I going to know what she's all about? Yes, I like telling her my story too - I wanted to impress her with feats of glory - but it was an even exchange, because I thought she was the catch. When two people are connecting, they hunger for information about each other, a sliver of what life is like when you're not together, a glimpse into their past, a peek into their mind, all in hopes of getting under their skin. This guy sounds like a megalomaniac. At the very least he should be asking you what kind of underwear you're wearing (LOL!)

Be Courageous

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love:

You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.


http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx