Astro Oh! Astro! Where Art Thou?

TV programs on most weekends are boring, most of the afternoons are filled with game shows and series that I really dont even bother following. Slapsticks comedies are not my cup of tea too. George seeing me lamenting on this decided to hook up for Astro service to our home. I have not had Astro in a long while since my previous life a few years back.

He was kind enough to walk to the nearest Astro service office near our home, registered and we patiently waited for 14 days for them process and fix an appointment for us with a local installer. Just shy from the 14 days, George received a notification from Astro and promptly fixed a suitable time for us to be at home for the installation.

I never felt so excited waiting for a cable installation in my whole entire life. It is like waiting for a special day. I also thought it was too good to be true that the local installer had fixed an appointment with a promise to call before arriving. What change of breath of air, I thought. Finally, things are done a bit differently.

Perhaps, I spoke to soon.

The promised time which was at 1.00 pm on the Sunday came. Waited till 2.00 pm. I decided to give the installer a call. No luck. Tried four more times until the fifth it was answered by a lady. She said she would get the installer to return my call saying maybe he has a fever. She promptly hung up. She never bothered to take down my details too.

George and I cooked. We ate our lunch. We had dessert. Bathed 4 cats. Read newspapers.

3.00 pm. No installer.

3.15 pm I called the installer again. No answer. I was pissed off. I want my Astro. I waited for 14 days and I didnt see it happening today. Ok, move to Plan B. I called the Customer Service. Told the lady at the end of the line about the predicament and promptly told her to change the installer.

He is not worth the fees my husband has prepared the money for. Infact, I was embarassed. And pissed off. Embarassed because my theory that it was too good to be true did came true. So typical. He could have called if he had been caught up with some other things.

Ni kalu aku nak cakap, ni la Melayu tapi ramai yang sensitive pulak.

Roselle Brings Back Good Memories

According to the Wikipedia, the roselle (Hibiscus sabdariffa) is a species of Hibiscus native to the Old World tropics, used for the production of bast fibre and as an infusion.  The flower of this plant is popular as a drink and jam in Malaysia. George found the roselle juice during his first trip to Malaysia last July and now is one of his favourite drinks. The first roselle drinks he ever tasted was during his first trip to Central Market. He was due to go back to Canada in a few days’ time after our wedding and we were spending the days knowing that we would not see each other again for the next few months.

The cafe was on the ground floor of Central Market called Tea House. It was hot and humid outside and the cafe was pretty empty. I wanted my caffein fix and he wanted something chilled.

When I was in my teens, my dad who was teaching in Sek Ren Ulu Gali a rural primary school was busy with his weekend school project planting roselle plants. He even planted a few in our court yard too much to the dismay of my mom who thought the plant was ugly and weird. He used the flowers to make the most amazing tasting jams and even drinks. My dad loved baking. He liked adding fruits into his cakes and he experimented with roselle bits. It wasnt something that I would ask him to bake again but it sure was different.

Funny how a simple flower like this could bring back some really good memories of the two men that I love.

Office Stuff

Thursdays in the office are reserved for games and something fun. Weird bunch we have here but fun, fun lot! Infact I have never worked in such extreme environment before when everyone plays hard and even work harder but at the same time retaining their sanity.

Last week one of the colleagues passed a single sheet of paper to everyone containing  the names of our department employees. The idea is for us to write down one single positive word about the colleagues on the list.

Today, J passed out all these lovely cards around and we get to see what everyone else think of each one of us.

I was floored when hearing my list. Was that me? Ooookay..the name is mine, so I guess, thats me then!

Begin With The End In Mind

To laugh often and love much

To win the respect of intelligent people

And the affection of children

To earn the approbation of honest critics

And endure the betrayal of false friends

To appreciate beauty

To find the best in others

To give one’s self

To leave the world a little better

Whether by a healthy child

A garden patch

Or a redeemed social condition

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm

And sung with exaltation

To know even one life has breathed easier

Because you have lived

This is to have succeeded.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

My Wish To My Loved Ones

According to Wikipedia, Generation Y is described as teenagers of the day, which they defined as separate from Generation X, and then aged 13–19 (born 1974-1980), as well as the teenagers of the upcoming ten years and “Generation Y” alludes to a succession from “Generation X”.

General gaps can be identified as follows: (credit)

  • Lost Generation – those who fought in World War 1
  •  Interbellum Generation – born at the close of the 19th century and were young adults during the 1920s.
  • Greatest Generation – the generations who fought in World War 2
  • Silent Generation – generation who were too young to join the service in World War 2 but their formative years had great impact due to the event.
  • Baby Boom Generation – born in the circa of 1960’s.
  • Gen X – those born after the Baby Boomers ended, circa 1961 to 1981. Also known as Baby Busters.
  • Gen Y – also known as Generation Next or the Millenials. Born between mid to late 1970’s to early 2000’s.
  • Generation Z – those born in the mid 1990’s and the end of 2000’s. Also known as Digital Natives or iGen.
  • Those born after 2010, it was suggested they should be called as Generation Alpha.

According to a report compiled by a wellknown global staffing and recruitment company, the Baby Boomers just want to work, the Gen X want flexibility in work and the Gen Y want flexibility and meaning in work. Gen X seldom see their parents who are mostly at work.

Working in the current environment, I thought I have been trained well in managing these issues and challenges. Notwithstanding, working closely with so many youths throughout the years has prepared me for those occassional “surprises” sprang up. It is said that regular communication, feedback sessions and sense of ownership will provide a better platform to an understanding of Gen Y.

I wish I could just practice all these knowledge on the home front better than what I have been educating my clients in my course of work. Just yesterday I was talking to my husband and sharing with him my thoughts on parental responsibilities. I just want my Teenager to have a better fighting chance in the outside world. My world revolves around only two people now and will always stay that way. The love and care I shower have been given unconditionally.

When I was young, the fighting chances were given in a way that many of them were very hurting. I didn’t understand any of them. There were many times when I thought I had lost the love of my parents, especially my dad’s. Being a gung-ho teenager didn’t really help with the relationship with my dad who was a quiet and reserved man. To have a mom who was always raising the bar was equally depressing at so many points. Nothing was good enough.

I grew up deciding that when I had my own broods to raise, I will make sure they will be given all the opportunities and fighting chances that I could offer. More communication, no judgement and allowing the growing up process to take place. There was one time when my husband and I were away on a short trip and I was fussing about the Teenager. I was anxious wanting to know whether was she eating well, safe and sound at home and making time to her college (knowing she is a morning-challenged person). My husband called it “separation anxiety”. I did fret and fuss about all these. All throughout the years there were only the two of us. I knew she is growing up and finding her own footings. I knew she would explore the world outside.

When she was 13, we decided to take a drive around the neighbourhood where we used to live. Just driving around quietly and not saying anything, I detected something that she wanted to tell me. Finally, we stopped infront of this shoplots and she turned around and asked, “Will you love me even when I make mistakes?”

I hugged her so tight that I think almost choked her. I told her that I will love her no matter what, even when the world collapse and the earth opens.

Love hurts and sometimes you seem to be cruel in order to be kind.

In the process, I do hope those whom I love so dearly and fiercely will at the end of the day realize all these.

To All The Teenagers In The World

Bringing up a child is as difficult as it is. When they are babies, there is another set of issues to deal with – colic, viral fever, diaper change etc etc. When they grow a bit older you will find yourself always on the brink of sanity with their antics, tantrums and growing pains that seem to be worse as the clock hit the wee hours of the morning. Emergency room bills will prove you that.

So when these kids grow to their teenage years, it goes without saying that there are more issues to deal with. To me teenagers are selfish lot. They want to be babies at some times, and be an adult at other times. The problem is, they are neither. The moment there are problems, they will retreat under the disguise of being a baby so that hopefully they are not punished for the misdeeds they do.

Parents like me are always perplex with one other issue. Some other people’s teenagers are so eager to heed advice from you when your own doesn’t seem to open up an ear at all. Where have we gone wrong? I don’t have an answer to all these.

I have thought over the weekend some of the issues and thoughts that I think are shared among the other parents in the wide world  about their teenagers. Here they are, in no particular order:

  • Have you seen what the next door neighbour has been feeding their kids? Yea..and you think your brussels sprouts and roast chicken are bad food?
  • No, I am not your walking ATM machine.
  • The fixed phone line at home is for making reasonable phone calls and receiving phone calls. It has meters that needs to be paid. Talking to your school mates for 4 hours on the phone does not cut it. What? Dont you guys talk at school?
  • 5,000 text messages within 20 days to your GF/BF/BFF are insane. What do you guys talk about anyway??
  • The trash from the kitchen cannot walk by itself to the garbage bin outside.
  • We dont have maids to clean your room every day. (and yes the laundry bag cannot be filled by itself)
  • Molds on plates in your room is not some exotic art work that you’d like to keep for future generations.
  • Clothes on the floor doesn’t give me that “homely feeling” and since your room technically is still in my house, I expect them to be either in the cupboard or laundry bag.
  • Please let me know the next time you want to borrow my Channel tops and especially my perfume so that I can buy you one too. I dont want to end up turning my perfume bottle in the perfume to find them empty. Same thing with my shampoos and conditioner.
  • When I said I want to take you out for a nice, fancy dinner that would cost me half of my salary, I meant only you, not you, your BF and your BFF and your BFF’s BF.
  • There are no little green men in the kitchen to clean up after you (and your buddies) come and ransack the kitchen to fry nuggets on a Saturday night at 3.00 am.
  • The car runs on fuel, not water or saliva. Please fill the tank again after you took it out for some spin with your friends.
  • College is too hard? Try working your ass off 5 days a week, a few mouths to feed, a mortgage, a car loan, a few cats and a traffic jam to beat, Little Missy!

Feel free to chime anywhere.

Adjustment To A New Living

As I sit across the dining table from my husband, I could not imagine for the life of me feeling so contented like this despite the fact that we have been sitting here quietly for the past few minutes immersing ourselves in emails and Facebooking on each other’s laptops.

Just yesterday I told him that please, could he bear with with me while I get myself adjusted to the fact that I am now able to wake up to him in the morning, having him to be the last person I see before I get to bed, and having a partner to talk to while we go out to the malls. I am also adjusting to a partner who actually makes coffee for me in the morning and vacuuming the bedroom. Oh, by the way? I am also adjusting to the I love you’s, hugs and kisses that he so lavish on me.

How living with a husband who is also a partner, friend, lover and soulmate has changed the perspective of love. Coming from me wh0 was always questioning the actual existence of this concept…hmm…

So yes. There is such thing as this soul mate concept. It comes to you when you least expected it. Life has come to a full cycle. This family of two has now become three. Full engine forward from now onwards.