Real Fly.
Who would have thought, it took, of all God’s creatures, a fly to save me in my distress?
well not exactly locked-in-a-tower-with-no-tv type thing, but more like the daily major stresses in life, feeding Vanora.
gosh, how an angel can be so difficult when it comes to something i am so passionate about, is beyond me. (although all who know me from young, could probably related experiences with me and food in my wee lil lass’ days).
it was especially bad today, as for the second time in 2 months i was getting a viral URTI (flu bug), and i was just drained of energy from fasting and just being with Vanny. and she was especially difficult today.
after 45 minutes with still half to go, in desperation, i went to my bed and lay there. i just asked for strength, wisdom, everything i could think of, to battle this day.
i walked back to the kitchen for another round of insane feeding, when mom saw a fly waltz into the food. oh that’s it, none of this is going into her mouth! so i threw it all away.
my mom said that Vanny should thank the fly she doesn’t have to eat anymore, but i’ll bet i’m the more grateful one.
just thought i should blog it before i forget, or collapse.
ciao!
A sign!
from the previously restless entry, finally there is calm.
SPA letter came in yesterday, and i don’t really know what the fuss is all about. i don’t understand how we have waited so long for something so trivial, and how a wad of paper is so important, when it only tells me i’m hired. great, like i didn’t know that already. sigh…
now to wait for more government processes before i know when and where i’ll be posted. according to a friend from UPM, those who applied for hospitals in KL would have to wait longer, as they are full up now. PLEASE let me have GHKL!!!
workless, mindless.
Having no say in our government, having no rights of a government servant as i’m still yet unemployed, only employs restlessness. the restlessness to do something, to go somewhere, to reach beyond where i am now.
Having no resources to do such things, i am stuck. and frustrated. and left to my own devices.
an idle mind, the devil’s playground.
when you don’t use your brain, it atrophies.
the frustration i have within me, is of course shared with others. these whole wait for elections thing is keeping our appointment letters held up, only to suspend our plans further.
you may think it’s a great long holiday, but without knowing when we start, how do we risk going off, if the letter may arrive tomorrow?
other universities have been given their postings. so why not us? are we a major hindrance to the govenrment that if granted a posting before the elections, somehow by some telekinetic powers we can change the outcome of the elections?
i hardly think half of my batch has registered as a voter, let alone is interested in politics. and with the looks of what is happening to our country, not many of us will be left to witness the unfolding of the things to come.
GIVE US OUR DAMN LETTERS!!!
Truly Malaysian
All this year, being election year and all, my ears have been saturated with nothing but politics, and this odd and feeble attempt to "unite" malaysians by wearing some band, which hardly gets to the root of why we are dis-united in the first place. i really love malaysia, and all we are, but i won’t wear that band, because it doesn’t signify anything. It doesn’t signify unity.
wearing a kebaya doesn’t make me malay, eating bak kut teh doesn’t make me more chinese than i was before eating it (ie, half stays half). wearing a band on my hand won’t change what i feel about other people in this nation.
what would change me, though, happened on a Saturday in Subang. i wished all of you were there, but i’ll probably post the vid up one day…
my aunt has a kindergarten, and at every year end she would host the concert and graduation in Subang. this year’s theme, was Splendour of Love: Truly Malaysian, and truly malaysian it was indeed.
i would love my child to speak different languages, sing songs of different languages, learn dances of different cultures, and know the traditions of different people. we all are aware that malaysia is all of asia compacted into a lil tiny country, with so much more. this country is beautiful and is a paradise really. but we don’t know much about other cultures. have we all witnessed the weddings of various cultures? i bet only a few of us have.
my aunt, and her team of fine and dedicated teachers, made a bold trans-cultural step and created a whole morning of fun filled, speeches, poems, songs, dances and to ice it all: wedding ceremonies of different cultures. (i hate the word race here, because there is no race, we’re all malaysian!) imagine cute lil 4 to 6 year olds nicely dressed in traditional costumes, and playing the roles of in laws, bridal party, groom’s party and of course the bride and groom themselves! adorable doesn’t cut it!
but importantly, each of them were given a chance to learn about the ceremony, learn about the culture, and learn to respect and love each other. the chinese would don Pavadas, cheong sams, and indians don kebayas, etc. it’s so beautiful because at this age, they don’t know if you’re indian or chinese or malay, they just know that you’re a lot like me, and that you’re my friend.
we could learn a thing or two from them. i think every parent took that home with them. not just the wonderful pictures, or the funny antics their children did, but rekindling that semangat kebangsaan, that we so desperately need.
i’ll post up pics when i get them. 