Saturday, July 01, 2006

It's been a long while since I posted anything in here. Today when I thought I should write one, I couldn't think of a topic. But what popped into my mind was Grandma. Suddenly I felt sad because I miss her.

When I was a toddler, Grandma had an unfortunate accident that resulted in her being forced to amputate one leg. After that accident, she asked Dad and Mom to move back to live with her in KL and so we all did.

When I was growing up, I had never known what she was like walking on both legs. I was just a little child when I saw her hopping along on her one good leg with the support of her crutches, being wheeled around on a wheelchair when we go out, sliding herself up and down the staircase and occasionally putting on an artificial limb when she felt like it. Yet, it never occurred to me that she looked strange nor that she's a handicap. I think this was because no one at home saw her as that. To us all, she was normal just like us.

It occurred to me much later when I was grown up that Grandma was a very strong woman. She never once got depressed over her loss and had always maintained a very positive outlook on life. She even joked about her immobility as a blessing because she doesn't need to tend to cooking and cleaning around the house. She had everything taken care of with the help of her children, and all she had was time to indulge in her favourite past times like watching Chinese opera on VCR, listening to music while sipping her Chinese tea, read the entire newspapers and taking naps whenever she wanted.

She and Grandpa loved being on the move. Grandpa rode on a motorbike and they would head out together to God knows where. On some days, they got home and showed some bruises because they had gotten into some accident. Their children would lecture them but it has never stopped them from further adventures. I think being out of the house was their way of spending quality time with each other.

Grandma loved Grandpa very much. In his much older days, Grandpa became a very silent man, hardly uttering a word to anyone. He ate very little and survived mainly on Guiness Stout only. While everyone at home thought feeding him bottles of beer everyday was not the best thing to do, Grandma always gave him what he wanted.

In the afternoons, Grandpa would lie on the 3-seater, with his beer mug on the coffee table out front, and sleep. Grandma's favourite chair would be right next to the 3-seater and she would be happy enough to watch him sleep and then fall asleep herself. Sometimes she would nag and grumble at him but the next minute she would be fussing over him to see that he's comfortable.

When Grandpa passed away, I remember the look in Grandma's eyes when she said to me "He's gone, just like that". Her eyes were full of tears and her voice was choked with pain. I just held her hands in mine and wept with her. I didn't know what else to say or do. Being the strong woman that she was, she took his death pretty well. Sometimes she would say to us that she misses him so dearly and that only affirms in me how much she had loved him for all that he was.

Ten years after Grandpa's death, Grandma fell ill. She was bedridden and the doctor told us it was time. We stayed by her on that very sad day. She was having difficulty breathing and we thought any minute would see her breathe her last. At one point, we were certain she was struggling with her final moment when she gasped badly for breath. We prayed for her while uncontrollable tears rolled down our faces. After some moments, her laboured breathing eased and she was tired. In that moment, she told us that she was "looking for Grandpa" but couldn't find him. And she said "Don't worry, I'll find him by 6pm and then I'll go. Help me find him by chanting". That was her last wish and we did what she wanted.

True enough, about half past 6pm, Grandma passed away peacefully. I want to believe that Grandpa was with her when she left us. I want to believe that she's happy now that she is with Grandpa again. I want to believe that she's proud of us all and that her soul will be with us for every special occasion we celebrate in the family.

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On July 06, 2006 10:51 AM, Blogger Dancing Queen said:

I was raised by my grandma since I was two, so she was like my mum. When she died, I felt so lost. I still keep her photo in my wallet.


On July 17, 2006 11:59 PM, Blogger Eternity said:

i don't even have a picture of grandma... :( i have to start digging out my younger days' pictures.


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Going to the dentist

Thursday, June 01, 2006

I'm extremely afraid of pain. The sight of a needle sends me shivers and my knees would go weak. And I'm not talking about just the time when I was a kid. This has been my fear since young. So you can imagine what a nightmare it is for me to step into a dentist's office. But no one escapes these visits.

As a child, my visits to the school dentist were compulsory as teachers made us form a long line and one by one we had to sit on that chair and have our teeth examined. Luckily for me, I never had to do anything more than just a check-up.

The visits to private dentists, whoever, meant bad news. I visited a few times to have my tooth pulled out. My only condition whenever I had to go was that I had to sit on Mom's lap while the dentist worked on me. My poor mom, who is also scared of going to the dentist herself, would agree. She had to sit in that chair and I would lay on top of her.

It's silly, come to think of it. It's not as if she could've cushioned any pain just by sitting in that chair. I had to endure it all myself; the injection, the plucking of the tooth...but her being there lent me some comfort as she would hold me tight in her arms and whisper assuring words that it'll be alright. I would whimper softly in response to her words.

Up until now, I still don't find it any easier to pay regular visits to the dentist even if it's just for scaling. And of course now, I can't possibly request for Mom to let me sit on her lap. So I have to be brave now and sit on that chair by myself.

Chicken Pox

Thursday, May 18, 2006

I was twelve and on my way back from my 1-month training stint in Vancouver, Canada. We had a stopover in London for a night and we rented a dingy bed and breakfast to stay over. I wasn’t feeling very well and during the night, I felt a terrible itch on one particular spot on my stomach. I scratched it all night and in the morning saw that it had become a red spot that hurt from too much scratching.

Then, I found a few more red spots on various parts of my body and got worried. I showed them to my coach and she knew right away what they were – chicken pox! Coincidentally, I wasn’t the only one having it. FHI was also feeling the same itch and with red spots appearing on her skin! We felt sick immediately and the cold weather in London didn’t help us feel better.

We had also missed our flight home due to a fire breaking out at the subway, causing it to stop service and part of our team couldn’t get to the airport on time. So we had to stay another night. By the time we were getting onto our next flight, FHI and I had developed even more red spots on our faces and we had to wrap the scarves around our faces to cover them. We didn’t want to be stopped by immigration and be quarantined for God knows how long before we could take a flight out.

On the plane, we continued to hide the spots from passing stewardess. We asked for calamine lotion and discreetly applied them in the in-flight toilets. I think I slept most of my 13-hour flight home. When we landed, I was relieved and so glad to be home. After claiming our baggage, we walked out the exit and when I saw Mom waiting for me at the arrival gates, I burst into tears.

School was reopening in just a few days after I got home but I was still not fit to attend school. So I stayed home to nurse the pox and stayed clear of food with black sauce to prevent scarring and marks. When I got to a stage where the pox were no longer contagious, but with the little pox still visible, I was fit to go to school. In order to cover the recovering spots, I wore the baju kurung version of the uniform to school. However, unaware to me, this school which was completely new to me then, had never seen a non-Malay wearing a baju kurung to school.

Being new and terribly insecure with no friends other than MT, I felt depressed. I hated the glares I got from other girls like I was weird. Some teachers asked why I was dressed like that and I had to explain. One particular teacher found it amusing and every once in a while would pester me to show her the pox. How weird! Of course, I never did.

There was also a time when I attended my first Moral class meant for non-Malay students. The teacher told me I had entered the wrong class and that I should be attending the Agama class instead. So once again I found myself explaining my dressing. It seemed like I got quite a lot of unwanted attention. I still didn’t know anybody and it felt really lonely and I was missing my old school friends tremendously.

Soon after, the pox marks disappeared and I was back in the normal school uniform. I didn’t stand out anymore and was glad to blend in just like any other student. By then I had also began making some friends, and some who still remain good friends to me today. I’m also glad that the chicken pox had not left me with any scars.

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On May 21, 2006 5:39 PM, Blogger fooDcrazEE said:

ouch ! had that when I was 18 and then 3 days after I recover still with some dried scar...kena measle...cleared all my MC back in McD those days.

Damn itchy huh ? any scars ?


On May 24, 2006 10:26 AM, Blogger Eternity said:

hehe, yes damn itchy alright! luckily no scars for me. wah, you had a double doze!


Barbie Girl

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Over the weekend we were looking at the Barbie Doll selection at a departmental store’s toy section. We were looking for a wedding theme Barbie with her matching groom, Ken. We didn’t quite find the pair.

But it brought back fond memories of how my cousins and I enjoyed our Barbie moments. We each had a Barbie, with the exception of Mary who had a Ken instead. We had a fair selection of clothes for our dolls and ever imaginative minds to conjure up things for our dolls to do – attending some balls, sporting events, shopping, etc. We groomed and dressed the dolls, had pretend conversations between one Barbie with another, and experimented with how the doll could bend this way or that way. We had some pretty good times.

Another cousin, Vicky, who lived in JB was also a fan of Barbie. Whenever we visited during the school holidays, my Barbie never missed a trip. Vicky’s mom is very good at craft works and so her Barbie had gorgeous custom made outfits and furniture like wardrobe and bed. She even made hangers to fit the wardrobe! I got lucky too, as my aunt would also make some for me so I too enjoyed the unique Barbie clothes that I knew no one else would have.

Looking back, I don’t know what all the big fuss was. It was just the “in” thing to have and it seemed an addictive toy. Now, there are so many Barbie-wanna-be dolls and I wonder if they are still as popular. I wonder if most girls grow up wanting to be like a glamorous Barbie figure…

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My favourite chef

Monday, April 24, 2006

5th uncle is an excellent chef. Since I was a little girl, I’ve always enjoyed his cooking. He didn’t cook often but whenever he found the time, I am always a big fan. I especially love the soups he made, and he often made my favourite kinds. Until now, whenever we visit, he would make it a point to make one of my favourites – pickled vegetable soup. Whenever we gather for Chinese New Year, he would also cook his specialty - delicious curry chicken.

He takes pain and pride in his cooking and he often enjoys seeing others savouring his food. He is always generous and there is always plenty for everybody and we eat to our heart’s content while he just looks on and smiles whenever we compliment him or make yummy noises. I think he finds satisfaction in the simplest of ways.

Last night we visited him in the hospital’s ICU. He had just undergone a heart surgery and wasn’t in very stable condition. As I stood there and watched him lying still in bed with wires connecting him to machines, I felt a pang of pain. He looked so frail despite his size. He could barely move and his breath was laboured even with the oxygen mask.

Life is so fragile. I never thought I would see him like this. I could never have imagined. The uncle who is always bubbly and often laughed infectiously and heartily, always filling our stomachs. I pray for his speedy recovery.

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The sick duckling

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

I was a sickly child and visited the family clinic too often. So frequent were the visits that the nurses became friends with Mom and sometimes when I got really sick, I even got to cut queue just by saying it’s an “emergency”.

I was very susceptible to flu, running high fevers and mild bronchitis complications. On top of that, I was also a “windy” kid whose stomach bloated, causing a great deal of difficulty in my breathing. We tried many ways to get the excessive wind out of me – taking western medication, drinking awfully bitter Chinese herbal soups, rubbing warm oils and Vicks on the tummy and placing lightly heated leaves on my abdomen to encourage “air disposal” (farting). I don’t know what kind of leaves those were, Mom bought them from an Indian shop.

Once, I was having the full works of a fever and coughs. I coughed so badly that sometimes it made me throw up. One such time that I vomited, there was blood. Needless to say it worried my parents sick. I was taken yet again to the clinic and this time the doctor advised that I should be brought to the hospital for a thorough check. I don’t remember much of what happened at the hospital except that tests were done to check if I had contracted the dengue fever. While laying weak on the hospital bed with my parents standing beside me, I meekly told Mom I wanted a colour TV in the hospital room if I had to stay. What a terrible TV addict!

Whenever I got sick, I had to be fed porridge, bread or mee suah. With not much appetite for food, I just swallowed them obediently and quickly went back to bed. Since I got sick so often, I had to eat quite a bit of such “sick food”. Till now, these foods remain to be “sick food” on my list and you won’t find me eating them willingly.

Grandma was worried that I was always sick and so one day she consulted a medium to seek some answers. Apparently, the medium said our deceased ancestors loved me very much and often stroked my forehead. And I got sick because of that. So Grandma prayed to our ancestors and told them if they loved me, they should stop touching me!

Anyway, when I started being more active in sports at the age of 9, my illnesses were lessened and I got much fitter. It came to a point where I was hardly ever sick, despite going through physically gruelling training regimes on a daily basis. I certainly think that it has helped me be a much healthier person from the little sick duckling that I was. Or was it that the ancestors took Grandma’s pleading to heart and stopped touching me?

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When I was small, and Christmas Trees were tall

Monday, April 17, 2006

At the age of 10-ish, I never knew much about Christmas other than it is a time where beautiful lights are lit to decorate the streets and shops, presents are given, and the delightful appearance of Santa Clause with his goody bag. In Grandma’s home, we never celebrated Christmas as none of us are Christians. So everything remained quiet and it’s just an ordinary day. Sometimes, instead of staying home, Mom would take me to JB since it’s the school holidays.

While in JB, the Christmas spirit is much felt as we roamed into Singapore and there were more hype going around. Even when not in Singapore, Mom and Aunty Winnie would find kids’ Christmas parties for Vicky and I to attend in JB itself. We’ve attended a few of them and the one I remember is the one in Holiday Inn hotel. There was a Santa and a bunch of us kids, all dressed in pretty frocks. Our parents sat far back and waited while we had games and food.

At the party, we received a gift each as well as some party masks, hats and props to make our time more lively and colourful. We played games and after that sat around Santa obediently as we sang Christmas Carols. There was also time allocated for each to sit on Santa’s lap for a photo.

As I got older, the Christmas parties faded away. Nothing much happened around Christmas anymore. It was just another holiday. Then during my teenage years, when we moved out of Grandma’s house, we started putting up a decorated Christmas tree every Christmas just to enjoy the glow of flickering lights. It wasn’t a big tree, just a 4-feet tall one. For the thrill of it, we would also buy presents and stack them under the tree.

That’s how Christmas was for us. Now, we don’t put up the tree anymore at Christmas time. The nice shiny ornaments and blinking lights would be too much attraction to my three cats.

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The Songstress and Dancing Queens

Friday, April 14, 2006

Grandma enjoyed music very much. During the afternoons, she always listened to Chinese Opera music. Then, in the early evenings before dawn, she played more upbeat and modern songs by that time's standard. Later in the nights, she preferred ballads from her oldies collection.

Joyce and I often would get together in the evenings after having done our homework. That was the time the more "modern" hits came on at home. I didn't know the title of the songs then and I still don't know now except for a few like Funky Town, Careless Whisper and You're My Heart, You're My Soul.

We couldn't catch the lyrics of most songs but we belted them out heartfully anyway. It's not like anyone listened to us, so we were most confident in our "performances". But now, having known some lyrics to those songs, I laugh at how we improvised them. We used to sing "You're My Heart, You're My Soul" as "Yamaha, Yamaso". What do a 7-year old and a 9-year old know about heart and soul?

We not only sang the songs, we also danced gleefully to them. The dance steps, corny! But back then we felt like queens on a stage with a stadium full of spectators. I especially loved to wear a particular dress which had something like apron-strings to tie at the back of the dress. I would hold the apron-strings in each hand and twirl and wrap while I danced. I must've looked so darn silly.

Now, I'm just the opposite. I wouldn't dare belt out a tune and I now also know that I'm not great at dancing.

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The Fashion Divas

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Around the age of seven, my cousin Joyce and I loved watching TVB serials that Grandma rented from the video store. One of the more famous drama we were hooked on was "Siu Loong Lui" which I think translates to "Little Dragon Girl". But I can't vouch for that name, it's just my own interpretation. It starred a young Andy Lau as an apprentice to a lady kung-fu master.

Joyce and I were always fascinated with the period drama's dressing. The ladies wore long flowy dresses and had nice hair accessories.

On one of those days that we spent locked up in Grandma's room playing, we found some adult clothes - long flowy dresses that we suspect belonged to our aunts. We quickly tried them on and pretended to be the characters we watched on TV. We both had rather short hair at that time and to copy the hairstyles of the characters, we wrapped towels on our heads like how we would wrap up after a hair wash. The dangling towels on our shoulders were supposed to represent the long hair we didn't have.

And so we went on secretly "dressing" up almost everytime we got together to play. One day, while we were all dressed up, we heard one of our aunts calling for Joyce. She had a phone call. She took off the outfit and towel and went downstairs while I remained dressed in them and waited upstairs. She didn't come back for a long while and I was getting restless.

I went to the top of the stairs to peek what's taking her so long. I sat myself down, back leaning on the wall. I had one leg extended outwards while the other crossed over it. I thought I looked quite stylish. I don't know what I was doing but somehow I lost balance and was soon tumbling down the stairs!

While I was rolling downwards, my thoughts weren't on how I painful it was bumping down the edges of the staircase. But rather it was a sense of panic that others will see me dressed up ridiculously in that dress and towel on the head!

As my fall came to a halt at the landing of the staircase, I sat up and saw my aunt staring at me in disbelief. She didn't utter a word, not even to ask if I was alright. I think she was more shocked with what I was wearing than my fall. I didn't feel much pain but felt a hot flush across my face and without a word, ran all the way back up to the room. I don't think we played dressing up again after that incident.

My Birthday

Monday, April 03, 2006

I was born 29 years ago, 2 days back. My mom called my dad from the hospital and told him she’s in labour. He didn’t believe her. I don’t blame him because it was April Fool’s day. Frustrated, my mom called again but this time she got the doctor to tell him instead, and he came straight to the hospital. According to my parents, I was a tiny baby with no hair. I was so small that Dad called me “kitten”.

Anyway, a year later, on my 1st birthday, my parents invited friends to a lunch party at home. They waited and waited but no one showed up for the party. My parents had to call everyone and explain that it’s not a joke. So the lunch party was turned into a dinner party instead.

Since then I’ve had a few more pranks pulled on me on my birthdays. When I was 15, my classmate Lydia gave me a nicely wrapped present. When I opened it, I found it to be full of pencil ashes with no gift inside. She later gave me my real present. There was another time when a few friends gave me a huge present. I unwrapped it and found another layer of wrapping with newspapers. As it turned out, the gift was a small sized item but wrapped with so many layers of newspapers to make it into a huge box.

The biggest prank was just a few years back when a few of my colleagues teamed up to trick me. One of them bought me breakfast and insisted I sat with her in the pantry to eat. Then, someone else came in to say that she didn’t see my car at its usual spot when she came to work. I got a little worried and went to the basement to check. True enough, it wasn’t there! I went round looking and finally found it parked somewhere else. When I turned around, I saw all my colleagues standing there, laughing and then singing me a birthday song. They planned it so well…someone sneaked into my bag to take my car key while I was having breakfast and moved my car.

All being said, I’m not always the one to get conned. Once in school, we decided to trick our Home Science teacher. We switched class with another group who also happened to attend their Home Science class. When the teacher walked into class, he was quite surprised and confused. When we yelled out “April Fool”, he didn’t seem very pleased. I guess he didn’t find it funny at all.

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