Today is the 1st day of Chinese New Year and today marks an uneventful day for me except for a visit from a friend from the City Council.
I think for most of us the Chinese NY celebration is no longer an exciting event after the Govnt banned the display of firecrackers and similar stuff deemed 'dangerous'. Oh wonderful! we have our big fat papas and mamas running our lives, dictating what and how we should celebrate our festivals. Meanwhile some top guns who rake in ringgit in thousands, or even millions, without 'earning' them are having a great ball of time somewhere and living their lives to the max!
The irony is that the firecrackers are banned during the Chinese NY season while it is very rampant during other festivities!
When I woke up this morning I told myself that I'll take this one day and spoil myself with movies, DVDs, naps, lazing on the couch, and whatever, cos tomorrow I have to start working on my assignments if I wish to have a better future. So that's what I did the whole day. :-P
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
Dreams of frustration
Some sleep I had last night : (
I hate it when I sleep through a fever. I never failed to get these dreams - of patterns, or a certain kind of pattern that keeps turning and turning. Even when I awake in the middle of the night and go back to sleep again, that same pattern would come back and haunt my dream throughout till morning. It really tires the mind. Really hate it.
Last night was no different only that I was not having fever. Things are not the same as a year before when I would be looking forward to going back to work after the weekend. Now, Sunday evenings mark a very solemn occasion in my life cos that 'looking forward' died a year ago. So that very night on the eve of Mo-a-nday I was having this dream of a certain pattern where I had to 'invoke' a certain first step and skim through the different stages of the moving pattern which keeps on repeating itself. And after my body had taken a break to the bathroom, I had to start all over again infusing my subconscious into that same pattern, ooh! I had lost self control over my own self!
It's like some big jigsaw puzzle (more like a problem) dumped into my head and refuse to exit until a solution could be found. Nowadays, sleep is definitely not what I'm looking forward to, nor Mondays!
I hate it when I sleep through a fever. I never failed to get these dreams - of patterns, or a certain kind of pattern that keeps turning and turning. Even when I awake in the middle of the night and go back to sleep again, that same pattern would come back and haunt my dream throughout till morning. It really tires the mind. Really hate it.
Last night was no different only that I was not having fever. Things are not the same as a year before when I would be looking forward to going back to work after the weekend. Now, Sunday evenings mark a very solemn occasion in my life cos that 'looking forward' died a year ago. So that very night on the eve of Mo-a-nday I was having this dream of a certain pattern where I had to 'invoke' a certain first step and skim through the different stages of the moving pattern which keeps on repeating itself. And after my body had taken a break to the bathroom, I had to start all over again infusing my subconscious into that same pattern, ooh! I had lost self control over my own self!
It's like some big jigsaw puzzle (more like a problem) dumped into my head and refuse to exit until a solution could be found. Nowadays, sleep is definitely not what I'm looking forward to, nor Mondays!
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Celebrating Ponggol
Ponggol is a time of harvest celebrated by Indians everywhere. For us Kadazans it would be Tadau Kaamatan celebrated at the end of May in Sabah.
In Good Shepherd Church, Setapak, we had a great time celebrating Ponggol with Rev. Fr. Philip Muthu (from Assumption Church) and our parish priest, Fr Patrick. Traditional Indian music filled the air played beautifully and skillfully while rice and milk simmering in a pot at the entrance of the church before Mass began. Mass was celebrated in 4 languages: English, Chinese, Bahasa Malaysia and Tamil with most of the hymns sung beautifully in Tamil.
Mass ended after an hour and a half with the usual fellowship where sweetened milked rice are given in packets to everyone among other breakfast items like tosai with curry and chutney, etc.
While having breakfast there we were being entertained by some games organised by the Tamil Ministry. Here are some photos of the celebration:
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