Not Herself

Time has a way of zipping by these days so I am absolutely sorry if I have not been as frequent as I should in updating my blog. I’ve got a bunch of entries ready but I’ve got to upload some photos too (which really means I’ve to resize them! Not FUN!). Tried a Korean restaurant a few days ago and had my fill of Japanese sashimi just yesterday.

On a personal note, my emotions have not been what they seem to be. My Grandma is not herself these days and we’re all quite worried. Grandma is 82 years old this year and we had planned on celebrating her birthday in style as befitting her grand dame status. Yet she’s rather unwell, to put it mildly. Oh no. It’s not like she’s ill or anything. She isn’t.

She’s just… not herself.

Not as active as before. Mentally, she’s quite alert. But she doesn’t want to get out of bed, citing lethargy and tiredness.

She doesn’t even come downstairs anymore (she loves walking up and down the double-storey semi-detached house of hers).

She eats very little, like a bird.

No one can figure out what is wrong. The doctor came and went, and gave her a nice, thorough check-up. She’s okay.

But we know she’s NOT okay.

Not since Qing Ming. And the spookiest thing is that she mentioned she saw “someone” follow her home after she visited Grandpa’s grave!

Chinese superstitions or not, the elderly and the very young (babies) are not advised to go for Qing Ming. They may “see” or “feel” energies of the graves and then, either fall sick or cry incessantly.

I just hope she’ll be okay enough to cut her birthday cake.

Leather Lane on a Sunday

I’d been wanting to visit Lorong Kulit for a long time now. I can’t even remember the last time I stepped into this place. It’s open every day but Sundays are the best days to go, for many reasons. Lots more stalls are open and throngs of people converge like ants. It’s more festive too. You can’t find a better flea market in Penang than Lorong Kulit, which I believe (roughly translated) is called Leather Lane …

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Get Out of Your (Old) Skin

Been reading Tom Peters. Yes. The man who writes like he speaks.

Never heard him speak before of course but the elipses, the sudden brackets, the capital letters, the inevitable choppiness of the book I am reading right now reminds me of how a person speaks.

Starts. Stops. Mulls a bit. Continues. Shouts(?). Postulates.

That’s why I find it tough reading Peters. Sure, he’s got ideas. Plenty. More than you can use in a lifetime.

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