The things we do over the weekend...

Should I be worried?
He looked so professional doing it…

… unfortunately when you look closely, it is SCARY. LOL.
And he did not appreciate us laughing at his hard work.

thursday post

I cannot wait for the week to be over. Things are not happening the way I want them to be but… oh well. Life goes on. We all know the world will not stop spinning just because I could not afford to attend the October convo in KL.

The important thing is, I am still in once piece. Barely, but better than broken kan?

this is why i dislike monday.

Rainbow died.
Fingers broken because I crossed it a little too hard.

It is just one of those weekends/days.

I need a big bar of Kit Kat.

happy days

I am happy. Extremely happy.
This is rainbow.

Sister5: Ekiel go ask papa money to buy bread
Ekiel: Papa, minta money!!! (went out the door to the van that sells bread outside my house with Sister 3 already waiting for him)
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Ekiel: (Running into the house) Pizza Hut! Special delivery (while holding a pizza bun with a very happy face)
Me: Eh, what you buy Ekiel? Where’s the bread?
Ekiel: ….
Me: Cat, where’s the bread?
Sister 3: How do I know. He said buy pizza.
Me: Ekiel! Why you buy pizza? You’re supposed to buy bread!
Ekiel: (shy already coz everyone was laughing at him) *cry cry cry* Mommy jahat!

No, I didn’t make him return the pizza for bread. *LOL*

I 100% Malaysian

Someone really needs to explain to me, in detail, the definition of “Malaysian”. I somehow managed to get myself confused and the introduction of 1Malaysia is not helping either. I meant that in the nicest way of course.

So before I continue, I must stress that I do not find the whole thing offensive whatsoever. I do find it amusing because this is reality and, that only people from this part of the country would appreciate the significance and the appropriateness of the word “Malaysian”.

I was watching Proton’s ad (for more Proton’s TVC, click here) last night. It was a scene at the Pasar Malam. A Malay guy was waiting for his rojak when a Chinese and an Indian guy approached him. Surprised? Nay, it was very expected.

IG: You already rojak right? Why you’re eating rojak somemore?
MG: Eh, where I got rojak? I 100% Malaysian. My wife rojak. 50% Greek, 50% Kadazan-Dusun/Lotud.

If you do not watch the whole series, you may go, “heh?” like I did.

I get the message. A good rojak is the combination of many ingredients and the advertiser cleverly used it as a reference of the people of Malaysia. Proton uses rojak, Maybank uses ABC. Nice.

The “100% Malaysian” statement made me chuckled. Let’s pretend the 50% Greek do not reside in Malaysia. But what about the other 50%? The Kadazan-Dusun/Lotud? Where do they come from? Planet “Dan Lain-lain”?

I rather like the idea of “Dan Ramai-ramai” though.

This is why I said it is funny because this is so very the “how long have you’ve been in Malaysia?” drama I had to face when I was in KL.

What is “Malaysian”?
According to Wordnetweb, “Malaysian” is the native or inhabitant of Malaysia.

The Sabahan and the Sarawakian are the citizens of Malaysia, so aren’t we 100% Malaysian too? My Eurasian friends call themselves “Malaysian” as well because that is what stated in their identity card. And that is written on my identity card and I am half 50% Chinese, 25% Sungai and 25% Dusun, which I just found out last night.

We learn something new every day don’t we?

We are all so crazy about being “politically correct” about almost everything, so why aren’t we with the word “Malaysian”?

Like I said, watching that particular ad on its own made me go, “Oh well, another ignorant!’ but after watching the whole series on the internet, I realised this is very “Malaysian” after all.

However, it is time for change people. If we want 1Malaysia to happen, this would be a good start.

Last weekend's post

It was Christmas in “Las Vegas” last week. *sighs* I SO miss Christmas.

I am keeping my fingers crossed for one of the best Christmas this year. Not only for me, but for the whole clan as well. The family weekend celebration project is still not progressing. Well, at least the I’ve rolled the ball a bit. The rest, well, I will figure them out one of these days.

In last week’s episode, Mike passed out and was visited by the Past, Present and Future Angels which made me think how cool it would be to be visited by Future Angel so I could do what is right.

I know they don’t exist but I wonder if they do come to visit me, what would they show me…
My first recollection of Christmas was the children’s party at my dad’s office. Sadly, all I could remember were blur glimpses of people, going up to Santa to collect my present and… that’s it. I don’t even know how old I was.

Those days, the standard number of Christmas presents we’ll receive is two; one from the parents and another from an aunt. Sometimes, on a good year, we’ll get extra from an uncle, friends or family friends under our very colorful and ancient 4’ Christmas tree.

Somehow, the number of presents received wasn’t really a big deal.

Christmas in KL was spent with dinner with friends and a lot of drinking. I was infatuated with the whole idea of Christmas that we bought our very own Christmas tree and at night, we would switch on the fairy lights and listen to Christmas carols in the dark, wishing I was at home and having the “Hollywood” Christmas.

In recent years, the number of Christmas presents quadrupled under our new 6’ Christmas tree. I am still in love with Christmas but I realized that Christmas is all about family, which includes a lot of makan!

My favorite part is the exchanging gift on 24th night after Christmas midnight mass and opening Christmas present on 25th morning. Everyone would take their sweet time to savor the presents. Each cellophane tape is carefully peeled, not wanting to damage the wrapping paper! The only person who’ll ripped the wrappings is of course Ekiel with his face lit up knowing that this is the only time in a year where he’ll get new toys!

Then everyone will put on or show off all the presents for picture session! Once all the wrappers are cleared, I feel that sharp pain in my chest. I miss Christmas again. On a Christmas day. Or is that just me?

For Christmas future, I wish the family would grow with more children to keep the Christmas “excitement” alive. I also hope that the tradition we started would continue to keep the family together with lots of joy, love and blessings.

OMG. I cannot wait for Christmas. I taught my son “I saw Mommy” with much difficulty. He was so jealous of Santa. After long explanation, he finally understands that it is only a song.

Hee. I can imagine him kicking Santa’s backside if he sees me kissing Santa.
Yeah right. Me kissing Santa.