I don’t usually brandish my religious inclinations for a number of reasons. One of them is that people tend to bracket me into categories based on what religion I profess to. In another word, they stereotype me. And that’s possibly not the last of it. They’ll next try to play the “Whose Religion is More Superior Game” and I, for one, do not intend to start world wars. Not even if the second coming of Christ is around the corner.
Musings
Moments in Life
He loved books. In fact, I was truly glad to have found a bookworm in him.
Oddly, the way we met were not so strange, given the nature of the ‘Net. After all, people meet people all the time online. Friendships start in forums.
Social relationships don”t work sometimes. Well, it’s easy to forget to reply an email. It’s easier to forget because you haven’t met your online friend. And there’s less guilt when that happens. Unless you sent each other photos.
Our friendship took off from a business standpoint. He was a client. Back in 2003.
Visiting Uncle Lim
Yeah I know. I’ve been missing for a while now. Not on purpose but work, business and social life – let’s just say the past 3 weeks have been both relaxing and yet, frenetic. And sometimes I just need a break from blogosphere. Bloggers do need a life beyond the PC and the ‘Net.
I took off to visit Uncle Lim.
Saving Daylight
The call with a friend/project collaborator was scheduled for 10pm (Malaysian time). It’s not my style to schedule calls that late into the night as I think I should stop work when it is past dinner time. But the problem was, we were 12 hours apart.
Going Au Naturel
This problem with getting older is that white hair starts to show. And white hair is unsightly.
The way I tackle it is with tweezers. Pull white hair out by the roots. My aunts make a good game of this when I was younger. On a lazy weekend, they’d pay us kids to pull their white hair out. Each one was worth 10 sen. Gave us lots of impetus to start finding the tiny white hair on their head. This practice, no matter how profitable it was for us, has stopped because my aunts find that dyeing their hair gets the job done faster! (I also think they don’t want us to get rich on their unwanted follicles!)
Dyeing my hair did cross my mind but the last 2-3 times I did that were quite futile. For one, the hairdresser said I had virgin hair. Commercial dye does not “stick” well on virgin hair. And two, my hair is (OK, was) jet black. Need lots of dye and lots of time sitting around with smelly hair dye before any effect could be seen.
Campus Capers…Not
I’m going to tell you about my alma mater today. Why today? Well, since USM (that’s Universiti Sains Malaysia) is in the news today. World ranking and top universities and all that. Falling in world ranking! USM was 111th out of 200 top universities in the world and this year, not even within the top 200. As an alumna of this “green university” which was once named one of the most, if not the most beautiful campuses in Malaysia, I believe I have enough experience to tell you what it’s like on the inside.
Crazily enough, USM had been my one and only public university of choice ever since I was 16 or in Form Four. I remember I had this cheesy “USM- Destinasiku” sticker on my cupboard door for ages (I believe it is still there today – no one managed to peel the sticker off!).
Sixth God's Water
Being sick is no fun. And having a thumping headache is equally awful.
I think it takes my body a couple of days to be in “sick” mode. I think my sniffles, headache and scratchy throat were a culmination of a number of things I did. Well, last Sunday I happily wolfed down nasi kerabu and rendang tok, bought from the nearby pasar Ramadan. But the rendang tok was heavily spiced. Not chili-burning hot but once spoonful of it and I knew it had a load of heat-inducing spices which could either give me a sore throat or an upset tummy.
Things that make me go hmmm….
I learn new things online everyday.
I was searching to see if a client’s website has been indexed by Google when lo and behold, I come across a site that summarizes information of individuals who have been written about, online.
Now THAT is a frightening thought.
A Tear, A Tear
“I think it is viral conjunctivitis,” I announced simply and smugly to my friend and opthamalogist this afternoon.
I had checked it up on the Net (rather, self-diagnosed myself) before I headed over to him, out of frustration more than anything else.
Cracking and Cracked
Some people don’t know what symbiosis is. Some people are too dense to know that anyway.