What a coincidence that one of the prompts for my #30daysmicroblogchallenge was ‘Secondary School’. An impromptu brunch today (1st Sept 2018), with these two couldn’t have been more timely. One of them has been my longest SMS-darling whose conversations I always cherished and the other shook me up during my darkest times. What I love about them is the fact they’re both extremely ‘low maintenance’. I can’t remember the last time we met, but today, conversations flowed effortlessly. I am grateful for friendships like this one.
Note : This blog post is part of my 30 Days Microblog Challenge which I began in September 2018. To read more from this series, you can select ‘Microblog’ under Category. Or, search for #therainbowhatmicroblogs on Instagram. 🙂 Topics for this series are a mix of my own brainchild and prompts from my Insta-friends.
I have always wanted to go on mini adventures, and explore places. But, I never did much, because time never allowed me (at least for the past year and half), and also let’s face it, I’m the laziest person when it comes to going out of the house. *facepalm* Like when is VR becoming affordable for people like me la? Nevertheless, I promised myself that I will make most my time in Johor for the next 8 months, and go on short explorations.
So, the destination for my first trip was Pulau Kukup, which I discovered in Johor Tourism website. Pulau Kukup is apparently the largest inhabited mangrove forest in the world. Its also designated as National Park (Taman Negara), which makes it rather an important location in Malaysia, especially if you’re an environmental enthusiast.
Getting to Kukup is rather straightforward. You could enter Kukup in Waze or Google Maps, and as you reach Kukup town, look out for the road signs that indicate ‘Terminal Feri Antarabangsa Kukup’. Parking is easy to find, especially if you reach around 8-9 am. Walk towards the terminal, and look for the boat owners to get you across the waters to the national park. Most likely someone will approach you by now. Two-way boat rides cost us RM 10 per person (Hint : Get the boat owner’s number, so that you can call them when you’re done in the park). Boat ride is just less than 5 minutes, and during the journey you can see floating fishermen village.
Entrance fee for the Kukup National Park is RM 5 per person (with MyKad). You can proceed to walk into the mangrove forest. The trail in the national park is well maintained (you wouldn’t need sport shoes and all), which makes it quite convenient. As you walk in the mangrove forest, you’d see mangrove trees straight of your geography books (like duhhhh), monkeys and lots of greens. You’d probably find this place less pleasant if you were to just Google it. But, what’s hidden behind the mangrove setting is several fascinating Insta-worthy setup for those who’d love a photo opportunity. There are different unique installations in the forest, modern architecture-nature fusion of sorts – where you can pose away. The complete trail in the forest takes about 45 minutes – 1 hour. After were done, we called out boat guys, and waited about 5 minutes.
After the walk in Kukup National Park, we hopped on the boat, and went to one side of the kelong settlement. We watched this weird crab feeding show. You can walk around at the kelong, watch the fishermen feed their crabs and fishes. We spent about 30 minutes at this place, and hopped on the boat back to the terminal.
Then we walked out from terminal, back to the nearby village, Kampung Nelayan Air Masin. As we walked, we realised that there were E-bikes for rental. You could rent an E-bike for RM15 per hour. We went on the bike to tour around the village. Locals there are probably pretty used to having tourists, so they were pretty accommodating as we navigated aimlessly through little lorongs of their kampung. Stopped by at one of the houses in Kampung Kukup Laut (village nearby the terminal, on the left), and bought coconut pudding for RM10.
Sang Matahari started to be merciless as it reached noon. We had ABC at this place called Summerly Ice House. The mango flavoured shaved ice seemed more famous there though (you should try and let me know how you liked it!). We decided to head back after stopping by to get some local fruits and anchioves (ikan bilis) for the nasi lemak I was intending to cook.
Overall, it was short fulfilling trip. Definitely a different scene that the usual malls and cafes. This trip will be easy on your pockets, and also a gateway for you to reconnect with nature. I was just frustrated to see rubbish floating on the waters, even in the mangrove swamp. I’d recommend Kukup if you’re looking for a day trip.
Public Service Announcement: If you were to take a trip here, or to any forest/island/anywhere la, please keep throw it in designated bins. Please!
A couple of weeks back, on 4th June 2018, at about 6.30 pm, I walked across Operations, IT, HR, (a bridge), Finance and big bosses’ offices, and then, down two flights of stairs to thumb out for the last time in an MNC that I had worked for the past year and half. Okay laa, I’m just this ‘extra’ as a person that I had to describe it as I did. So, it was my last day at work, at my first ‘real’ job. I was nothing but all smiles! I was just glad to drive out of the premise.
No, I hadn’t had that much of a terrible experience in this MNC. In fact, I made so many good friends and had learned a lot there (including expanding my Mandarin vocabulary). I was just all happy about this first ‘adult’ decision I made, in contrary of what others had suggested (I did not have another job on the day I tendered my resignation – not that I recommend it, anyways). This wasn’t something I did in a spur of the moment, or in haste. I had thought and discussed about it long enough that all my friends were probably just impatient if I would just-resign-already-laa! *moment of silence for those who had to endure my whining* 😛 So, here are three reasons why I left my job at the said MNC.
1. I disliked my job scope.
You see, this was my first job. I had applied for a different position during the application process. I was then notified that there was another vacancy, and if I was interested. I jumped at it. Even during the interview, I did not ask enough of the job scope. On my first couple of days, I was tasked to separate and process a bundle of pending invoices (I honestly thought that was going to be sole job). Then, I abruptly was trusted upon other tasks, which included purchasing waste bins, arranging waste bins and printing out labels for the waste bins. I hated it! Sure, I learned other valuable things like Management System, and environmental legal stuffs, amongst others. But the waste bins drove me crazy. Imagine when people started calling you ‘Waste Specialist’, and it felt like a knife driven through your heart. Oh, I hated reviewing procedures too.
Moral of the Story : Ask about your job scope in detail during interview.
2. I dreaded the workload. And I dreaded how helpless I felt about it.
You see (idk why you’ll have to see all the time, but you see la huh), turnover is quite noticeably high at the MNC I had worked for. Specifically, in the particular section I was in, it was probably even more serious. In 1.5 years, I had seen resignation of 3 Executives and 1 Non-Executive. That meant over 6 months of doing almost everything on my own. I had not known enough to voice out my helplessness. I wanted to try completing it all, until I started drowning in the pile. I wasn’t asking for help, because that’ll make me look incompetent. I whined all day, but I never said anything to the person who was giving me the tasks. I went to work on Sundays during my semester break, I stayed back late, I missed dinners, I wept in the parking, and the only time I said anything about it was the day I tendered my resignation.
Moral of the Story : If you have genuine feedbacks about work, give them to your superior.
3. I disliked the leadership.
You see (hahaaaa, this was on purpose, sorry I’ve been weirdly funny ever since I became jobless), I liked my superior as a person, as a colleague. But their leadership made me dread every morning’s alarm. In my early days of working, I went to work as early as 6.30 a.m. I had stopped going in early since an incident in September last year that got me weeping like a cry baby (like one, because I’m not one, mind you!) as early as 7.30 a.m. I despised getting WhatsApp messages on non-working hours (Dear boss, please don’t misuse the app laaa.. I don’t want to be asked anything on a hot Sunday afternoon, while I’m trying to focus in a terribly difficult class). I despised longgggggggg (does this justify how its length?) discussions that took place in the morning. I despised the nagging. I despised that despite knowing that I was right, but being told I was wrong because they were confused about the matter. I despised the book slamming, hard clicking on the keyboard, the grunts, growls and changing decisions. But. I never gave the feedback to the this person. Because, I didn’t want to be added in to their (her) list of Pampered Gen Y who wanted to be treated like royalty at work.
All the above said, I’m more than glad and grateful for all the experiences gained, and friendships forged there. I had the best group of colleagues, both in my department, and in other departments who made my survival last as long as it did. Thank you for lending your ears, mostly! ❤ 🙂
I have a love-hate relationship with the ‘On This Day’ function on Facebook. Sometimes I screenshot and have a good laugh with The Mister. Other times, I cringe a little (okay, maybe a lot), when I read comments and posts of younger me. Today, however, I had all sorts of emotions flooding me. As I type this post, I am not even sure if I should be writing this post.
Back when I was in Primary One, we used to sit with our tables combined, six in a group. On my right, sat a boy whose name was S. He was one of my first friends in primary school. He had a sister, 3 years older, who was in my sister’s class, and maybe that’s how we actually became friends by default. To be honest, I do not remember any of the conversations we had, but we hung out a lot. It’s all blurry to me now.
Sometimes, his nose would bleed profusely. He’d have blood stains all over his uniform. It has happened more than once. Teachers would help him get cleaned, and I was always the one who was instructed to buy him some food from the canteen. In Standard 2, we no longer sat beside each other. But, we’d still play with erasers, go for our prefects’ duties, leave class early for recess, together.
He shifted school in Primary 4, and I did not see him again till Primary 6. We met at the Leadership Camp for all primary head prefects from schools in Kuala Lumpur. He always jokingly said then, ‘Kalau aku kat SKSD, mesti aku tak jadi Ketua Pengawas’. After that, I sometimes met him in one competition or the other. The last time I met him in person was during a career competition in Form 4.
We became Facebook friends, and we’d randomly comment on each other’s post. We religiously wished each other on birthdays. We’d chat on Facebook messages, very rarely, but when we did, it’d be long conversation over nothings. He was one of those old friends, whom I was really glad to catch up with, but one who doesn’t cross my mind on ordinary days.
And in 2012, on June 13th, I signed in on Facebook, and posted him birthday wishes, like I had been in the past few years. Then, this happened..
I called my Mum, and cried that night. Today, another one of his random comments on Facebook popped up. Every time it happens, I somehow involuntarily relive that night, the night when I read that devastating comment on Facebook.
2017 is coming to an end, and almost abruptly so, don’t you think? Facebook and Instagram has been bugging and nudging to show us ourBest Moments of 2017. As you look at the pictures, Tsunami of memories come flooding your way. As 2017 bids us farewell in just over a day, I thought I’ll write something that’s inspired by the year end vibes. So, here are some thoughts we all have at some point during year end season :
Where did the time go?
Is it just me, or someone has been seriously tampering with Time? Where did 2017 go? It feels like just yesterday when I was joyously (too much la kan, but teachers used to say adjectives got extra marks, so I use laa ah) rolling in bed, thinking that here’s to a year where I become a full-fledged adult. Apparently, adulthood means living your life in a day-to-day routine, not even realising how time slipped by. At this rate, the next time I am conscious of what month it is, I will probably be looking in the mirror, freaking out about grey hairs and wrinkles on my face.
So, every now and then, we’d better stop watching YouTube videos on autoplay, and start thinking about life. *clears throat* ‘Twas a note to self.
Resolutions, or No Resolutions?
Yes, I am one of those people who diligently sit their bum down as New Year dawns, to write resolutions for the year. I have been writing down my resolutions ever since I read The Last Lecture (if you haven’t read the book, and want a shortcut, you could just watch the real lecture here. It’s a video of just a little over an hour). You pick a goal, make a plan, start January off on track and yet, come next December, you’re making the exact same New Year’s resolution all over again (no, consistency is NOT key in this situation). Some say new year’s resolutions shouldn’t be a thing, some say, why not. I think it’s Law of Attraction. If you truly believe something, maybe the Universe would conspire to make it work for you.
Effective Next Year
For a Master Procrastinator like yours truly, New Year is the perfect excuse to conveniently (and shamelessly, may I add) throw around to postpone anything and everything in life. Now is the safest time to say, I’ll start afresh next year. So, yes, I want to start eating healthy, go to the gym, pick up my violin again, write more, and sleep less. I will do it next year. 1st January is and would always be the best time to start, right? By now, you’d probably realise how I should be the last person giving you life advice. Heeee..
What To Do For Countdown?
It’s a race for the best Insta-story, whether we like it or not. *clears throat* Just know that some people are far ahead of you, with a 48 hours of countdown at Marina Bay Sands. After all, your emotions when midnight strikes on a new year will resonate how your year is going to be, right? For Indian house elves with a 10 pm curfew, we’d resort to watching fireworks through windows of our cosy house. Don’t be a lazy ass and sleep the night off (note to self, again).
I wish you, (yes, you!) a very happy new year. I’d like to let you know that you made the heart of a small time blogger leap in joy when you clicked open to read this post. May 2018 be the best year you’ve had by far. 😀
Have you ever been in a situation when you simply wanna run your car over someone or you would just want to put a knife through someone’s gut? Okay, not so violent la . But, most of us have those instances when tiniest of things would annoy the fishout of our sane selves.
You see, as much as I’m not a very choosy or particular person (I’m very low maintenance like that laa), I’m so easily annoyed that I can even write a blog post out of it. So, here it goes, some of my pet peeves, which you possibly (hopefully) could relate to as well :
It usually starts with ‘Where to eat?‘, ‘What to eat?‘ then to “Where to sit in the restaurant?’. Inside my head, I’m basically restricting myself from turning Hulk. I hate it when I have to walk 6000 steps before deciding on a makanplace. I’d get silently very annoyed if people weigh their options too long (my time frame is 10 minutes max), before buying something. Although I almost always regret buying things without much consideration, I just don’t like when someone get too analytical before they buy or do something.
2. Mistake of Race, Religion, Ethnicity, Language
Ignorant Person A: Eh, you Malayalee right? Don’t celebrate Deepavali ah?
Ignorant Person B: I’m not Chinese, I’m Christian.
Ignorant Person C : My uncle’s neighbour got married to an English woman last week. I’m Eurasian now.
Ignorant Person D : You know how to speak Indian ah? Yes, I even speak tosai and chutney.
To the above people, sorry, but you should’ve paid more attention to Standard 2 Moral Studies. Not too late, still can use Google to find out about these.
3. Basic Linguistic Mistakes
I get very annoyed reading when the words like you’re, your, life, their, there, they’re, live, life – are used in the wrong context. You see, I’m not like the Goddess of English Grammar (I judge correctness of language by how it sounds, if sounds okay means correct la). But sometimes it’s like people don’t even bother to correct themselves with these words. Another thing that annoys me is when UTPians type/write University Teknology Petronas, or Universiti Technology of Petronas.
TOLONG LA! It’s Universiti Teknologi PETRONAS or Universiti Teknologi Petronas. Simple, right? If you insist to translate a proper noun, then I’d humbly like to request you to translate your Indian name in English and Malay respectively. Can ah?
4. When The Mister is Happy* (whilst I’m not having fun)
Yes, you read that right. You see, I’m generally a very nice person *clears throat*. Unless you’re my boyfriend and you’re having fun while I’m busy getting my assignment done. It makes me oh-so-annoyed, that I’d turn into this girlfriend from hell.
Okay, maybe that didn’t come across too well? Let me put it like this. When you’re really really attached to this person, you tend to think that your life is integrated with theirs. Which means, if you’re up all night studying, you’d expect him to live the bore life too? I’m being overly honest here, aren’t I? Fine, I’ll say it. I kinda get annoyed if people have some fun without me. *pulls up blanket to hide the shame*
5. People Throwing Rubbish Out of Their Cars
If only I had the courage of a knight, I’d chase down every idiot who throws rubbish out of their vehicles whilst on the road, and knock them on their dumb heads. But like a true millennial, I don’t try to act heroic and all. I just tweet and whine about it on social media. But like WHY! Can’t you wait till you reach your destination before you throw that tissue paper? Would that McDonald’s take away bag bite your ears if you kept them in the car before throwing into the dustbin later?
I don’t know why, but it’s almost always people with the more expensive vehicle who’re throwing rubbish out of their cars. I see it almost daily in MRR2 on my way to work. You idiots are one of the reasons of flash flood (but you, the one who’s reading this, I’d never call you an idiot, no! heee..)
As I sat down to write this, I thought I’d never go past #3. But here I am, full of emotions, actually feeling all the annoyance as I type this blog post out. Looks like my list of pet peeves is longer than I thought. Other things that annoy me include :
When people think I won a technical essay competition because my ‘English is good.’ or that I got an A for projects/reports because my ‘English is good’. Boo you for saying that to me! My heart cried a little, you know.
When people don’t let an immature driver like me to switch lanes
I think I’d better stop now before my keyboard gets annoyed with intense typing.
So, could you relate to any of these at all? Do let me know in the comments. 😀
Credit : A tiny part of the content of this blog post was the brainchild of The Mister who’s the future author of a possibly bestselling book entitled ‘Ultimate Guide to Annoy Your Girlfriend’.
Remember that night, when we were in the car heading to grandparents’ in Bahau. You were fast asleep in the car, when the Acca suddenly pressed the brake. You fell down, and hit your face on the car seat, and you cried in pain. Acca said, a cow drove recklessly. You just nodded, and sat through the rest of the journey imagining a 4 legged animal driving a red car. A driving cow made your lips bleed.
No, Thara. Cows don’t drive cars. And the Moon doesn’t play hide and seek with you.
Dear 8 Year Old Self,
Remember that girl in school everyone made fun of, because she wasn’t quite right in the head? You too, did the same. You used to walk away if she sat somewhere near you inthe canteen or assembly. You thought she smelled funny. You even laughed about it with your friends. But she was always smiling, greeting everyone. Until, one day, she just wasn’t coming to school anymore. Teachers said she shifted to a different school, with a special class.
A few years later, you’ll see her, clad in secondary school uniform, walking with her mother by the road. She smiles as she walked by. You sat in the car, with heaved heart and teary eyes. She was just trying to make friends. You should’ve been nice.
Dear 12 Year Old Self,
You thought you had it all. In fact, you felt superior to your peers. You were the school topper, Head Prefect, and you knew that the 2005 Tokoh Pelajar Award had your name written all over it. You enjoyed being in the limelight. And you just knew, you were destined for bigger things.
You didn’t know then that all the medals and certificates you took pride in would mean nothing to your purpose in life. And do not lend your books, especially Harry Potter to others! It’s funny how you were so clueless, yet confident and snobby.
Dear 16 Year Old Self,
By now, you learned that the world revolves around everything, but only you. When you get your exam results, you convince yourself, if you could do this good even without even trying hard, imagine what could happen if you worked as hard. That’s your recent area of expertise. To convince yourself, to come up with reasons and excuses. You aren’t doing as good you ought to, but you aren’t doing bad either? You had great friends, you were in the Top 10. You’ve still got some limelight, although you’re not in centre stage.
You just know that if only you put in some work, you’ll ace many things in life. Well, lemme just tell you, you never got around doing much. Neither did you become a freelance writer, nor did you become a Toastmaster. Nope, not even a scholarship. Maybe, I was meant to be just an averagekinda person? Good bye, 12 Year Old Thara.
Dear 20 Year Old Self,
One day, the only friend from school that you have on campus told you, ‘You’ve changed ahhh’. You used to put yourself first, before anything else’. Her words would be a knock in your head, how you used to love yourself. You would never do anything to harm/hurt your precious self. But you chose to ignore, just brushing off her comments. You just chose to not see things as they were. You got name called behind your back. People were talking. You were just not bothered. After all, they don’t know what was the real situation.
You were just covering up with other good things. You had just won a national competition. You were reading more than before. Your grades were falling, but you could do better if only you tried right? Just so you know, you were wrong. You should’ve listened to your sane self. Oh, and that boy who bought you soup noodles when you were sick? He will mean more to you, than just a friend with car.
Every bit of experiences you’ve had, has made you the person that you are now. That said, none of those define who you will be as a person. Maybe it’s time you dig up all your To-Do’s and little projects you had in mind, and get started.
No, you don’t need 12 hours of sleep on the only weekend you’ll have off until the semester’s over in January. You got this, girl!
I had just finished a meeting at 5.15-ish on Friday evening, when almost all the bosses rushed out of the Conference Room, speaking of kacang putih. No, you did not read that wrongly, it IS kacang putih. If that wasn’t weird enough, at 5.30 p.m, our PA system blasted Naan Siritthal Deepavali. At this moment, I had simply wanted to bury my head somewhere (you would too, if only you have the lyrics figured). The Little Thara in me finally kicked out of slumber, feeling all excited. It’s Diwali in a few days!
So, what more apt than a blog post to kick start the beginning of the festive feels. Here’s a list of things you should/could expect this Diwali :
1. Deepavali versus Diwali
As a matter of fact, this is something you could expect every single time. Deepavali OR Diwali? It’s fine either way, guys. Although since Primary 1, we were all taught that it’s Deepavali, Diwali is fine too. It’s just the same with colour and color, British vs Americans. In our case here, South Indians vs North Indians. Blehhh..
2. The Muthusamy Karrupiah Ad
Ever since Petronas came up with this advertisement, it has been one of our favourites of all Deepavali ads. Years passed, and yet, this advertisement always creeps out of hiding to entertain us all during Diwali celebration season. No doubt, you’d also see it again this year. Do me a favour, will you? Don’t just scroll down if it appears on timeline, watch it once again, okay? Because sometimes, we all need a reminder to be proud of who we are.
3. Jimki Kammal Themed Boomerangs OR Pictures
I’d even bet my fat tummy on this, that you’ll definitely see at least one (or more) Jimki Kammal themed boomerangs/pictures on your social media. As much as jimkis or jhumkas have been worn over decades/centuries ago, it’s only after this year’s Onam, this piece of accessory gained immense popularity (it might even be popular than some of our representatives in parliament). God bless all good souls who are about to be victimised to get just the right Boomerangs this Diwali.
If you’re one of those katak di bawah tempurung who has no clue at all about what’s this even about, just please! It’s a catchy song, which is in trend. *hint hint* You should watch one of the many versions, but this is the original versionhere.
4. Food in Hall
If your mother has attended the Indian Amma’s Convention (most likely, she has), food in the living area is a big No-No. The only time where you get to keep the snacks within reach of the comfy couch is during Diwali. You get to munch on your favourite Diwali snacks, while watching the many shows on television. This could even go on for a week if you’re lucky.
5. Noisy Nights and Free Fireworks
It’s apparently a tradition these days to have fireworks during Deepavali. I don’t remember seeing so many fireworks going at once as a child. It’s rarity back then when fireworks were only for Hari Merdeka and New Year’s Eve. These days, my father doesn’t purchase even the smaller firecrackers. We simply grew out of it, I guess. So, for a few years now, I just go to my parents’ room and watch fireworks from the entire area. It feels magical for the first 10 minutes, then it gets slightly louder. By the time it’s 1.30 a.m, I consider calling the police to whistle-blow on my neighbours. Psssss.. It also causes air pollution.
As much as I’m heartbroken about thinking of my not-so prosperous angpau collection this year (apparently working adults who are still kids at heart do not deserve money packets), I’m still as excited. For the food, and simply the joy of festivities.
Happy Deepavali to all! May this Festival of Lights bring you all glimmer and shimmer that you need in life. ❤
Note: Blogging since 2008, and I’ve never written a birthday post for myself. So, this is pretty much just me talking to myself. Psssss.. I’d let you listen too.
On the eve of my birthday, I laid in bed just wildly imagining if my life would take a drastic turn as clock ticked to mark my birthday. You see, as much engineering school teaches one to think with logic and facts, I sometimes (okay, more times that I’d like to admit la) fail at it. I’m one of those delusional types who let her mind wander nonsensically, and reading fictions has only worsened it. I diligently set my alarm at 6.15 a.m., so that I don’t miss out on the exact moment I turn 24.
The alarm rang. It was dark, and nothing seems to be happening. I rubbed around my to find my glasses, because maybe my poor vision was distracting that ‘something’ from happening. I put my glasses on, and still, nothing happened. I just twisted and turned until I was completely awake. And then reality hit me. I was taking this little game far too seriously, wasn’t I? It really didn’t mean much, to want to be awake at the exact moment I turned 24. I just shook the thought out of my mind, quite literally so, and resumed my slumber.
Reminiscing all the above after about 2 weeks since it happened, it dawns upon me how much I’m still so same and different at the same time. I still make up little pretence games, get paranoid over unanswered phone calls (limited persons only) and tear up when I’m actually angry. But, I’ve also changed so much!
10 years back, I was at least 15 kilograms lighter, and thought I’d never grow my hair beyond my collar (so that I won’t have to tie it). That obviously changed, because, now, I am at my (psssss.. *whispers*) heaviest weight and longest hair ever since Amma pushed me out. I’m far more emotional these days, when back in the days, I couldn’t care less. I used to have many friends, but I barely made an attempt then. Now, I sometimes make an attempt, but I have far less friends. What used to be limitless hopes and exciting dreams are now trimmed bucket lists, hidden somewhere in a box on my bookshelves.
Okay, maybe this all sounds too miserable now. I’m actually doing fine. It’s just that all the birthday game got into my head a lot more than little. This is simply a self reflection. A reminder to myself to stop spending too much time with my BFF whose name is Sleep. To those of you eavesdropping, let this string of words remind you how all those dreams and hopes you have for yourself still could happen. You just got to start doing something. Even if it means writing a long blog post that probably wouldn’t even mean much to others.
P/s: The last time I saw myself in the mirror, I still don’t look like Rihanna. How long you reckon the full transition will take?
I’ve written a Birthday Shoutout for this person a couple of years ago, on my old blog. I would’ve conveniently recycled that post (it’s been appearing on my Facebook Memories all day!), but since I’m expecting this person to invest in my dream ‘Reading Room’ and gastranomy adventures, I shall spend some time to write this la kan. So, on the day The Mister turns 24, here are 12 random things about Rice *drum rolls* :
He might vomit if you asked him to blow a balloon. It’s VERY amusing to watch.
If he’s down with flu, he does not blow his own nose because he finds it disgusting.
He is one tough critic when he is proofreading essays and writings.
He sings absolutely EVERY song that there is with the wrong lyrics.
You should never ask him to pick a restaurant (or you’ll end up walking kilometres before you could start eating).
If you asked him to cast actors for a movie, he’d choose the darker shade for the villain role (Okay, let’s not make a big deal out of it la?)
He used to play with imaginary sharks, because he found it more amusing than playing with other kids.
He gets annoyed with hot weather, excessive whining, certain tone of speech and harsh English words spoken by me.
When he retires, he’s ought to write a book entitled ‘1001 Ways to Annoy Thara’.
I’ve not met any adult who can speak gibberish as fluently as he does.
Two years passed the previous blog, and he still needs his Mum and Aunt to clip his fingernails for him.
Some days, he gets into this Strict 90’s Parent mode, and goes on lecturing me in oh-so-uncle-ish ways.
That’s twelve completely random things that you probably don’t even want to know about Rice. As I write this post today, I am genuinely feeling grateful that life has crossed my path with The Mister (you could gag, if you want to from this point forward. Heeee..) I’m probably extra extra nice due to hormones and it’s his birthday.
Happy Birthday Mister!
I wish to be bugging you with lame games, lots of questions and stories for decades to come. Thank you for being a very responsive human diary, even if that sometimes ends in tears and phone hangs. 😛 Thank you for being quirky, humorous and sensible all at the same time. With this, we will end your birthday celebration and forget that I owe you gifts. Heeee..