Don Juan or Con Man?

It's 10 minutes to midnight. I have just updated my blog with a new look and a new flag counter. The last one has gone corrupted and no longer works =/ ..  I realised, I have not been posting much since 1 year ago! Talk about procrastination in my blogging habits. Oh, well... What triggered my comeback this time is because I have an interesting news to embed on my wall of memories. Haha, except that it is about a guy.

How many times in your life do you go shopping in a mart / supermarket and ended up checking out chicks / dudes? Not many, I assume. I had no such experience related to that, until last week. 

Well, I was actually checked out / stalked myself. Yup, you heard that right. It was not a bad thing, because the guy was actually a pretty hhh...hh... hhhhawt guy. *smile* 

As I entered the mart, I was actually in a bad mood, thinking about all the horrid things in life. But after a few steps forward into the mart, I saw in the distant on my right, about 20 metres away, there was a certain white guy, walking rather cool-ly with a swag, holding a grocery basket with his right hand walking towards my direction. Mind you, he was carrying with his right arm positioned in an "L" shape, meaning he has that strength to bear that weight...(first brownie point: he is strong!). I continued walking and somehow being silly, decided to do a double take, and.... He saw it. Holy cow! I hurriedly walked into the inner parts of the mall and decided to disappear into the maize of products in the mart. 

Oh! So, I found the facial product department. So many types of cleansers.. Which shall I pick? As I was contemplating, a deep, though kind of cheesy kind of voice said, "Hi..." I stole a glance at my left, and saw the white guy! (Note: I'm an Asian girl, so seeing a white guy is not that common in our marts.) I, trying to act as cool-ly as I can, returned my glance to the bottle in my hand and said, "Hi", after a pause. There was a moment of silence. Now, this white dude was facing straight at my side profile while my eyes were glued to the label on the bottle in hand. That was awkward. He was still holding his basket the way I presumed made him look strong. He calmly asked, "What was your name?" in a non-typical white man accent. In fact, he sounded so exotic and it reminded me of all the tanned species lying exposed under the sun, on the beach of Bahamas. The words he mentioned did not quite digest well by my mind at that moment that I made a sharp turn and looked at him, "What do you mean? What WAS my name? I thought you only use "was" for things in the past." Assuming that he would blunder or become speechless, he calmly replied, "I did not know you in the past." OK, not bad, I thought. I turned and smiled at him, at the same time checking him out more closely. OK, so he was not as hhh.. hhhawwtt.. as I thought he was from afar. But he was definitely pleasant. But definitely not on the failing side. I would rate him 6 and above (from scale of 1 to 10, 10 being too perfect.) He continued, "So where do you live?" How forward can anyone be, I thought. I do not even know you and you already ask where I actually live? This is Kuching, even a small area named would be like telling you my house address, I further debated in my head. I said, "Around here. And you, where are you from?" He said, "I am from Spain". A-ha! That was why he sounded so exotic. But he looked nothing like those guys I envisioned to be from Bahamas. He looked too white for a typical dark-haired Spaniard/Hispanic. I, feeling a tad bit awkward (for once in my life) for such encounter due to the fact I might not be able to contain my rush of smiles, said, "I can't seem to find my facial cream. I wonder where..." Wanting to appear to be helpful, white Spaniard actually darted his head in many directions, before saying, "Cream? I think.. over there" in his heavily romantic-language influenced accent. I guess at this point, I must have broken the ice spontaneously and blurted, "Haha, it's like as if you work here!" as I walked towards the other row ahead that he pointed to and left him with a friendly smile. 

I did not linger long at that row of products where he pointed where I could get cream from. I briskly passed through that row and naturally tried to escape from his view, so I walked towards the last row that faced the entrance of the mart. Once there, I found yogurts in the cooler. I picked up a bottle of yogurt, and Ta-Da! Walking and then standing right next to me was him, again! To cut off all awkward conversations, I started first. "Do you think this would be good for consumption and to do facial?" He as willing to help as he was, "I think you should get the natural one." OK, I thought. "How about this?" I picked a bigger bottle up and he said, "You have to finish that fast. It is quite a lot." So, there were some conversations going on about yogurt while he kept looking across his shoulders towards the entrance of the mart. Oh, at this point, I still have not decided to carry a grocery basket. I was wondering WHY, would he keep looking behind our backs. Anyway, I thought the conversation have come to an end and I decided to purchase a few bottles of fruity yogurt for consumption. He was looking at me blankly when I looked at him right at the face and said politely, "Bye." He was caught off guard, and stared back at me and repeated, "Bye..." after me. The last vision I had of him in my mind was his smiling eyes with some crow-feet spreading from the outer of his eyes. That made me conclude that he was about mid-30s. His demeanour was another giveaway for being a matured man. Anyone younger would have fled at that point with so many unrelated questions about yogurts.

I then darted off to the counter with my few bottles of yogurt and did not look back. 

Till this day, I am still wondering if he was actually a criminal? Trying to steal glances of the guards across his shoulder before robbing the mart... Or worse, me? I will never know.

But that last look in that crow-feet(ed) eyes spoke to me, of a soul that needed to be heard.... 

Whoever/whatever you are, be good, ***Don Juan. I admire your courage to approach girls politely in a mart as compared to morons who only speak in a slur, after getting intoxicated in a bar.

I must admit, Don Juan got me thinking..... More about 'What Ifs'.... 

We would have this in mind.... But no, it wasn't like this. Jajaja (Spanish spelling for Hahaha) :)

***Not real name to protect his identity lest he is a pure and harmless soul.




God bless, Don Juan.

Drey Cleans Ahead

For once I feel like I've done my chores ahead of time. I'm constantly chasing after time while my whole self remain static, just my mind going through thoughts from start to end, then end to start, again and again.

I finally almost cleaned my entire house. Wow. I guess cleaning is an art. The type of art where you have to constantly keep moving, without stop. An art of never stopping. Once you stop, you can't mop.

I've cleaned a lot that my hands are feeling so dry. I've mopped, wiped, swept and scrubbed. It's cool to think that I'm using all my energy to make my surrounding looks shiny and clean. Despite the dryness of my hands, I've got an interesting discovery. Have you ever found out why sometimes cleaning sucks a hell lot out of yourself? It's because the thought of scrubbing makes you feel like as if you're pulling a truck that weighs a few tonnes with a rope. That of course makes you feel like you're entirely vacuumed a.k.a sucked to the stomach. And that's actually exactly how I felt most of the time about cleaning. Except that I could be worse; I actually dreamed about the dust coming after me. You know the "Ah Long" kinda chasing? Well, in this case, it's DUST!

Okay, so back to the point. My discovery was a cleaning detergent. Wow! I never knew that using a certain kind of glass cleaner (detergent spray) would actually make a helll lot of difference! It's like spraying "pffft.. pffft" onto the sliding glass, and just a soft gentle wipe with a cloth.. and voila! You see it through the glass.. Crystal clear! Not much energy used. Unless your surface is scarred with stains, then perhaps a couple of wipes more would do. Now, you know what I'm talking about?

The Superman of glass cleaning!! Though I doubt the brand is similar.. But this is exactly what I'm talking about! The magic clear blue liquid that lessens all the burden your dainty hands got to handle! (Somehow I wonder if it's just a subconscious bewilderment, since that the substance itself reminds me of the cocktail, Blue Lagoon!)

After all the excitement, I suddenly feel like may be this isn't exactly what I wanted to share in the first place. But the bestest feeling I got today is when I've discovered how easy it is to clean glass! Oh well. If only we could just do some similar wipes into some parts of our lives.. and get the same results, instantly.

Now, where's my hand lotion?

p.s - I'm gonna miss my cat starting tomorrow. Take care dear Mitsy. Please get back to your usual appetite.. You're just skin and bone now. Meow, meow.... Meow.

Another First Timer

Having blogged over a long period of time, in very low frequency, I finally got something officially published. Yes, in the newspaper! Local newspaper that is, or more popularly known as The Largest English Daily In Borneo -- The Borneo Post. Yes, the tropical Isle of Borneo, my hometown.

The best part about this is, I get to contribute on something I find beneficial to my soul, that is to charitable causes.

I had the full page 18 of The Sunday Post, 14 November 2010 to myself.

This opportunity wouldn't have come to me if I wasn't given the chance by a fellow club member of a non-profit organisation I belong to. He is also my respectable mentor in the communications club. He is none other than the well-known writer and trainer in the local industry, Mr. Dunstan Chan. Dunstan himself has a column of his own in The Sunday Post called Reflection. Thank you mentor, (despite having butchered my write up into smaller portions to fit the space allocated). This wouldn't have happened if you didn't ask me to write. =]

Yes, written by......?

So, the whole page was about how the operations of NGOs will be affected by the amount of funds they can raise in order to sustain over time. Hence, promoting the importance of an effective fundraising strategy to raise money to enable NGOs to continue fighting for their causes.

How to do that? NGO volunteers must attend the subsidised Fundraising and Communication Workshop to be held in Kuching on 7, 8 & 9 December 2010. Not to be missed!

Well, I guess I've gotten myself into another self first-time-record. I shall be pleased to engrave this on my blog, lest I forget.

Before that, a charitable ponder:

It's not charity if you give away the last bit of rice in your plate and still have a bagful of bread to munch away while watching a Man. Utd. match later in the night. It's only when you share the last bit of rice in your plate with those in hunger and at the same time would having nothing left in the kitchen to eat and no TV to watch for a long period of time that it's deemed charity.

How many of us are willing?

Drey has Huge Appetite

After church, we went to Youngest Uncle's place for dinner. A get-together that has not been happening in the family for quite a while. Cousin Dine is back for her birthday. Most dishes were cooked by cousin Dine herself.

I was the last person to leave the dining table. Everyone had their dinner while I was still munching away before the dishes and was accompanied by cousins and aunts as they looked on.

I guess I'm born to have huge appetite.

No pictures taken as my digicam has been on 'dorman' mode for a while ever since it could only last for 1 snap of a photo. Battery problem or camera's fault? I'm seriously contemplating of buying a new digicam. Hmm, I have a long list for "things-to-buy". But I need MORE income to happily purchase all these!

I guess I just have be contented with most gadgets I have now. :[

I want a smart phone, a new laptop and even wishing for a SLR.

There's Just So Many Ways to Love

I really like this song. It's just so hawt and gets you into slumber mood. It was funny that a Form 5 student was singing to it when I came in the class this morning. I kindly asked that particular singer to sing it again. He openly sang and emphasised on the "Oh..Oh.. Oh.. Oh.. Oh, My Gosh..."

Kids nowadays do have good taste in music. OMG. =:O

The Disease

I got fever last Friday. That was when it all started. I was tired. Slept and slept. Immediately 2 days after my fever cooled down, I began to notice 'water bubbles' popping up on my palms. That was when I started breaking these 'water bubbles'. I felt nice squeezing them and crushing them off the water 'juice'. But I guess popping bubbles wasn't a good idea afterall as more 'water bubbles' came out.

Next, I was told by my dad that the shelf in the kitchen holding our plates broke and almost all the plates were broken into pieces. So I guess that kinda explain why my two feet suddenly had the piercing pain like they were poked with many tiny little needles. For a while I thought my bloodstream must have been filled with 'powder glass' from the broken plates. So it was the plates fault, despite my dad had already gotten rid of the glassy debris.

The weekend was over and the high school educator had to return to school. Guess what, she couldn't even walk comfortably in her normal pretty low high-heel shoes. So she opted for a pair of slippers instead and wearing a dress, mind you. What a bloody weird combo. Well, off she went to school. Some thought she sprained her poor ankles. Some just thought she just came out with another wild idea in trying something new.

Slowly the educator realised her palms were dotted with red swollen spots, so were her feet. Where the hell did the glasses go? There weren't any glasses that went through her feet, the educator was paranoid. Another educator informed the paranoid educator that she had the exact kinda physical symptoms many years back, so were her KIDS. Apparently, a few more educators found out. Her presence was suddenly not favourable. Paranoid educator was even forced to go back immediately by another even more paranoid educator. So she promised to hit the clinic the same day after classes have ended.

***Fast forward***

At the clinic:
Doctor: I don't think it's the disease. Look your mouth has no ulcer.

Educator: I told you, it is.

Doctor: Well, if it is... It must be atypical (however you spell that term) type.

Educator: Yeah I had fever.

Doctor: Then it must be a virus. But you won't know if it exactly is, only if you go for a blood test.

Educator: Yeah.

Doctor: Have you taken any drugs recently?

Educator: Errr... Drugs? I don't think so, Doc. [wtf?!]

Doctor: Ehehehe.. I don't mean DRUGS, you know medicines are drugs too.

Educator: I know. I don't think I have consumed any type of drugs lately.

Doctor: Have you got contact?

Educator: Contact?? o_O

Doctor: I mean contact like do you know anyone who has this symptom.

Educator: No, unless they are hiding it from me.

Doctor: You know, all the kids whom I have dealt with with this will even suffer pain on the palms whether or not they are pressure applied onto it.

Educator: Yeah, mine only hurt when I placed them hard onto a surface/whatever.

Doctor: If This Is It... Then I might have to give you a few days off. It usually takes 5 days to a week to fully recover. So how many days should I give you ah?

Educator: *speechless but smiling*

Doctor: I give you 2 days first. If you still don't recover after this, do come back to me and I'll extend your MC. You need some rest. There are no exact medication for this. You got to rely on your immune system.

Educator: Yeah.

*** After Clinic ***
Educator SMS-ed another educator to inform about her absence the next day from high school. The reply came was "I thought only kids have that."

***Fast Forward, 2 days Later***

The red dots were still there, except that they were no longer swollen and reddish. They're hardened and orangy in colour. So the educator decided to just go back to school since it's getting better and because she's actually an educator and kept reminding herself, "The minds on the young are waiting to be nurtured by you. Go back, quick."

Educator met educator and came the probing moment. "EH! You're back!" "Yes." "You're OK already ah? So fast??" "Yes. It's all dried up." "Are YOU SURE??"

"No, I'm not sure. I would like to extend my MC if only I knew this is going to happen."

Sigh. What was I thinking???

Mysterious virus came...... and went. I survived.

Be On You

Today is the birthday of a friend out there, whom I've not spoken to for quite a very long time. I'm not even sure if I should wish you directly. But here it is. I'd like to dedicate this favourite song of mine to the birthday person. Yeah, I like the song. I'm not sure if you're gonna like it. But one thing's for sure I pick my favorite piece for you. That's better than a cake. Wherever you are.... Happy Birthday.

If we ever talk again, this is it. Posted on 7th June 2010. Xoxo

P.s - This goes out to all June babies too. Be mesmerized...

To The Old Times

It started with just a random drive out to buy some stuffs since I've not been out for quite a number of days - due to my personal time zone difference. I know, uncool.

I went to hit 7-Eleven for the latest issue of my favourite fashion magazine, but this month's issue is already snatched. So I walked to a nearby supermarket, my favourite supermarket, searching for some cereals which I suddenly have the urge to eat. Got the stuffs I wanted after scrutinizing almost evry single brand of cereals. I received a slow reply from "Mr. Proton" my old chat buddy whom I have chatted with for many years but have never met eyeball-to-eyeball. Mr. Proton is now residing in my hometown with his newly-wedded wife, congrats buddy... Somehow it's not really complete to not having met Mr. Proton despite the reachable distance after all this while. We decided to meet up for a cuppa drink to catch up since we are off work. It's funny, how my first experience meeting an online buddy turned up so normal. We talked like how we used to chat. Like I've known him for so many years (which in fact is the case... ). The offensive jokes we used to throw at our "nicknames" online were still valid offline. Reminiscing the other chatters whom we used to chat with was nostalgic in a way as I've never met them. Cool. This goes out to you, buddy.

Did I mention that Mr. Proton has got a really cool job? Not to mention that it's with one of the highest risks involved.

Something I may even consider doing.

10 Things

10 things I can sum up about today:


1. The weather is just too freaking, hot.

2. My room is still a mess.

3. I spent most of the day in bed.

4. I opened up a small pack of strawberries I bought that cost me RM20.

Sour or sweet, till the very first bite.

5. I thought about 2 individuals who have inspired me, somehow or rather, in a good way.

6. I have finally hit my highest record of savings in a Facebook game called Restaurant City amounting to $4000+. If only it's for real.

7. I was tempted to eat my untouched new bar of chocolate.

8. I've decided to stay away from sore losers. A man should be man enough to face the odds.

9. I heard my cat meow-ed the most today, in so many days.

10. I thought about people. People whose moment spent with me will never repeat itself.


p.s - I went back to the kampung a.k.a village some 30 minutes away from the city yesterday to celebrate the harvest celebration, Gawai Day which falls on 1st June. Was a simple one with catching ups to do.

Feliz Navidad*~

Two words: Feliz Navidad. That is a Spanish phrase meaning 'Merry Christmas' or literally "Happy Nativity". Yup, those are the definitions I got from Wikipedia. Hee, Hee.

With just about a week to Christmas Day, and 'Merry Christmas' the phrase to utter to all fellow Christians I'm meeting, I asked myself, I looked around and -- ask myself again, what makes Christmas, Christmas?

One thing I have realised, many are celebrating Christmas without knowing what actually Christmas is all about. Some are celebrating because it's just another festive day, to some it's the time of showing some love by exchanging gifts or have some roasted turkey or lamb leg for dinner. To another it could just be insignificant. What is Christmas really?

Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem centuries ago. Christ, the Son Of God was born on 25th December. Hence 25th December=Christmas Day=Birth of Jesus Christ! And yes, it is a celebration. A celebration of the coming of child Jesus The Saviour.

How am I celebrating MY Christmas Day this year? I humbly started by setting up a Christmas tree (just last night, honestly). My Christmas tree came a long way. It's almost as old as I am, I think. Decorating the Christmas tree is already an understood task of mine every year. So here I am, showing off to the world (for the first maiden time!) how I have decorated my Christmas tree this year!


This is how it looked like when I just started.... Few big silver BALLS which I bought last year I think... and I bought MORE silver BALLS this year... But tinier ones. You'll see them in the final result of my tree! (Note: Ignore the messy background, house-cleaning is still in progress!)



So this year, I decided to make it a "White Christmas" since I seem to have so many white decorations, and as always, I love white, so white it is this year as oppose to my golden tree last year.
In order to create the snowing effect... Here goes the nicely-shaped Polystyrene I got from either my aunt or uncle few years back.... TaaaDAAAAAA >>> Snow! ;)



After few hours of drilling, yes tree drilling... to get the best out of my white stuffs; YES, white decors I meant -- This is how my tree looks like after being decorated and sitting pretty at its intended location (Yes, it's night time by the time I'm done with it.):

Please do take note of my lovely Reindeer at the top...

I shall end this post with a lovely verse from one of my favourite Christmas carols...

"Its all a dream and illusion now
It must come true, sometime soon somehow
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born..."


Here's wishing you from the bottom of my heart, have a Blessed Christmas!

With Love.