I dreamt I missed a flight.
First I was on my way to watch a movie, when my aunt called to tell me someone was sick. I rushed off only to discover I was too late for my flight. Then my phone wasn't working and I couldn't contact anyone for help. So I sat on the steps of a building crying when two people I knew came along but totally ignored me and walked right on by.
After that someone I didn't know so well came over and offered help, we got into his/her car and drove off.
What does this mean?
Well, according to http://www.dreammoods.com/
To dream that you or others are sick, denotes discordance and trouble in your life. It may also signal a part of yourself that needs to be healed, either physically or mentally.
To dream that you miss your connection flight, indicates that you are feeling helpless and trapped by some situation. You feel that you are being held back, either physically or mentally. Alternatively, the dream may also suggest that you are feeling disconnected in some aspect of your life - work, relationship or home life.
To dream that you are being ignored, represents some aspect of yourself which you are not paying enough attention to. Alternatively, it may reflect your real waking experiences of being ignored by that person.
To see your childhood friend in your dream, signifies regression into your past where you had no responsibilities and things were much simpler and carefree. You may be wanting to escape the the pressures and stresses of adulthood. Consider the relationship you had with this friend and the lessons that were learned.
To dream that you are a passenger in a car indicates you are taking a passive role. Overall, this dream symbol is an indication of your dependence and degree of control you have on your life.
All in all, utter nonsense. Don't believe me check out another silly interpretation below -
To see or wear contact lens in your dream, suggests that you need to focus on the task at hand. The dream may also mean that you need to get in contact with someone.
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tong Tong Chiang
For some strange reason, CNY is celebrated a week late in London's ChinaTown. Maybe cause on CNY the C's are too busy celebrating individually to be bothered with mass celebrations.
I expected a large crowd, but it was JAM-PACKED! All areas around Trafalgar Square, Leicester Square and Chinatown was swamped. At one point movement came to a complete stand still, why? Cause a lion was dancing...Sheesh! Big deal! Dont block the road people! =p
I expected a large crowd, but it was JAM-PACKED! All areas around Trafalgar Square, Leicester Square and Chinatown was swamped. At one point movement came to a complete stand still, why? Cause a lion was dancing...Sheesh! Big deal! Dont block the road people! =p
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Ceroc
I went dancing!
Not clubbing, dancing!
Like, one man one lady, swirling, twirling.
Its called Ceroc and is also referred to as 'Modern Jive'; a fusion of Salsa, Ballroom, Hip Hop, Tango and Jive.
The family friend I've been visiting has been doing it for 8years. Although I was extremely stressed and nervous to begin with, it was so much fun!
There was about 40 people in a hall, like our dewan serbaguna , and the instructors on a stage teach 3 or 4 moves and then there's time to dance/freestyle.
The beginners go to a separate area to practice the moves with the instructors and then are released back onto the dance floor.
I went twice - the first time mostly were old foggies, but the 2nd time had people in their 30's and 40's, 50's and 60's, and I even danced with a 72 year old!
He was very sweet...
Since I was a beginner, it limited what the experienced dancers could do, and every time i was asked to dance, I pointed to my Beginners sticker , just to make sure they were aware. However all of them were very nice and taught me new moves as we danced.
The men have the very important task of leading and thinking of each next move they want to make. The first week, I found that kinda hard to just go with the flow and my body was resisting. I was told over and over to just trust my partner and let him lead.
So the second time I relaxed, and its a wonderful feeling to be in the hands of a man who knows what he's doing.
Not clubbing, dancing!
Like, one man one lady, swirling, twirling.
Its called Ceroc and is also referred to as 'Modern Jive'; a fusion of Salsa, Ballroom, Hip Hop, Tango and Jive.
The family friend I've been visiting has been doing it for 8years. Although I was extremely stressed and nervous to begin with, it was so much fun!
There was about 40 people in a hall, like our dewan serbaguna , and the instructors on a stage teach 3 or 4 moves and then there's time to dance/freestyle.
The beginners go to a separate area to practice the moves with the instructors and then are released back onto the dance floor.
I went twice - the first time mostly were old foggies, but the 2nd time had people in their 30's and 40's, 50's and 60's, and I even danced with a 72 year old!
He was very sweet...
Since I was a beginner, it limited what the experienced dancers could do, and every time i was asked to dance, I pointed to my Beginners sticker , just to make sure they were aware. However all of them were very nice and taught me new moves as we danced.
The men have the very important task of leading and thinking of each next move they want to make. The first week, I found that kinda hard to just go with the flow and my body was resisting. I was told over and over to just trust my partner and let him lead.
So the second time I relaxed, and its a wonderful feeling to be in the hands of a man who knows what he's doing.
Monday, February 15, 2010
How slow is a slow cooker?
Can a slow cooker = a rice cooker?
These are the important questions I find myself asking as I attempt to make the most complicated and intricate dish of all - porridge.
I can hear my parents groaning "Oh my god, our daughter is a nincompoop".
Yesterday, first day of CNY I went to Brighton and the most Chinesee thing I saw was a Chinese Mini Market.
Imagine my delight when I went in and found IndoMi Goreng!
Happiness! However the family friend that I'm staying with didn't seem to share my enthusiastic excitement.
Decided against it (not worth the £s), and instead went for my usual porridge ingredients, a combination that I simply love love love.
Yes, what you are looking at is probably the most expensive porridge ever (RM24) but its okay. Was worth the price for a bowlful of homey, comforting food.
I thought it pretty funny when the lady at the counter looked at my items and stated, "That's a very Chinese selection..."
I have to admit that I've had more Malaysian food in the last 3days than I've had in the past 3months, which could be a bad thing cause it's only made me want Malaysian food more.
Chinese New Years Eve Dinner - Siew Yok & Asparagus and prawns fried in belachan
New Years Dinner - Hokkien Mi (slightly improvised version)
These are the important questions I find myself asking as I attempt to make the most complicated and intricate dish of all - porridge.
I can hear my parents groaning "Oh my god, our daughter is a nincompoop".
Yesterday, first day of CNY I went to Brighton and the most Chinesee thing I saw was a Chinese Mini Market.
Imagine my delight when I went in and found IndoMi Goreng!
Happiness! However the family friend that I'm staying with didn't seem to share my enthusiastic excitement.
Decided against it (not worth the £s), and instead went for my usual porridge ingredients, a combination that I simply love love love.
Yes, what you are looking at is probably the most expensive porridge ever (RM24) but its okay. Was worth the price for a bowlful of homey, comforting food.
I thought it pretty funny when the lady at the counter looked at my items and stated, "That's a very Chinese selection..."
I have to admit that I've had more Malaysian food in the last 3days than I've had in the past 3months, which could be a bad thing cause it's only made me want Malaysian food more.
Chinese New Years Eve Dinner - Siew Yok & Asparagus and prawns fried in belachan
New Years Dinner - Hokkien Mi (slightly improvised version)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Gong Xi Tines
I think this is the first year I didn't balik kampung for Chinese New Year.
The important question is this; do I get ang pow even though I'm not there?
Hmmmm...
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!
Ok, this video was meant for my grandmother, but I thought what the heck - why not give my friends a laugh as well. So if you really must, prepare to cringe and watch in horror as i completely mangle the language that is Hokkien. Seriously its so so bad. Really.
The important question is this; do I get ang pow even though I'm not there?
Hmmmm...
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!
Ok, this video was meant for my grandmother, but I thought what the heck - why not give my friends a laugh as well. So if you really must, prepare to cringe and watch in horror as i completely mangle the language that is Hokkien. Seriously its so so bad. Really.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Hooked
The main storyline is a rip off of HSM, which is like a rip off of Greese.
The dubbing is really, really bad.
The weekly issues have gotten more outrageous and unbelievable.
The characters are so fake and ridiculous. (a 27yr old acting 17)
But even knowing all that, I'm hooked on Glee.
Simply because of the music and singing. The style of the show reminds me of Ugly Betty - colourful, chirpy, fast paced...
I know the series started last year, but I'm quite oblivious to news of new shows. Unless someone tells me, "Shelby, you gotta watch ----!" it wont happen. UK channel E4 is airing it and I must admit I look forward to Monday's cause that means its Glee Day!
Was in love with this mash up, in an episode where the boys were competing against the girls and imho the boys were a zillion times better.
Mad love the way the two songs were intertwined. Just dont cringe too much at the dubbing and cheesy bad acting.
The dubbing is really, really bad.
The weekly issues have gotten more outrageous and unbelievable.
The characters are so fake and ridiculous. (a 27yr old acting 17)
But even knowing all that, I'm hooked on Glee.
Simply because of the music and singing. The style of the show reminds me of Ugly Betty - colourful, chirpy, fast paced...
I know the series started last year, but I'm quite oblivious to news of new shows. Unless someone tells me, "Shelby, you gotta watch ----!" it wont happen. UK channel E4 is airing it and I must admit I look forward to Monday's cause that means its Glee Day!
Was in love with this mash up, in an episode where the boys were competing against the girls and imho the boys were a zillion times better.
Mad love the way the two songs were intertwined. Just dont cringe too much at the dubbing and cheesy bad acting.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Wor yao!
Desire
Want
Lust
Craving
Long for
All of the above describes how i feel after setting my eyes on...
I stumbled upon it while looking through hundreds of coats on eBay.
A bid has been made, but there's still 5days left for someone else to snatch it from my grasp.
Usually I'm super tak kisah about my clothes, but for some reason I really want this coat.
Fingers crossed.
Want
Lust
Craving
Long for
All of the above describes how i feel after setting my eyes on...
I stumbled upon it while looking through hundreds of coats on eBay.
A bid has been made, but there's still 5days left for someone else to snatch it from my grasp.
Usually I'm super tak kisah about my clothes, but for some reason I really want this coat.
Fingers crossed.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Yum Yum
You know what I would love to eat during these cold winter days ?
A steaming pot of bah-kut-teh. I know most would go for steam boat, but I've never been a big fan of it. I like it, but I don't love it.
In no particular order, the food and people I can't wait to be reunited with is...
1. Saturday morning bah kut teh at the place next to the Indian temple. Can't remember the name of the area, but it’s off the LDP around Giant. Sorta. The soup there is the bomb! The young fella that takes orders can sometimes be a bit impatient but the food makes up for it. I'm also a fan of the one opposite the church along the LDP, the Kelana Jaya shop, with the high pitched screaming aunty that takes your order. Sometimes I think I might as well screech for another shuit-cha myself.
2. Hong Kee Dim Sum in Damansara Jaya. I love the one that’s crispy yammy on the outside and savoury inside. I hate when there's only one left cause although I really want it the polite Ms. Ng offers it to others. Unless I'm eating with close buddies then too bad, its mine! We became quite regular there throughout 2009, some of the staff recognized us and I like having that relationship. It’s comforting. Maybe not where everybody knows your name like Cheers, but you are remembered.
3. Fajar rojak, named so because he used to be on a motorbike outside the old Fajar in Uptown which is now Starbucks. My family have been buying from him for YEARS. The rojak man moved to the Uptown hawkers and he makes the best fruit rojak ever, while his wife is Grand Master of popiah.
4. Pinapple fried rice/ Thai fried rice at Say Huat Skt 17. Every week after church when deciding where to eat I tell the rest, "Don't ask me cause I'll say Say Huat." An interesting story attached to this guy - he used to make BKT in the original Mau Tak Teng (before it moved and changed owners) and my family would go for our BKT in Taman Tun donkey years ago. Then he went away and year’s later ta-dah he's in Skt 17. He made good BKT and now he makes great pineapple friend rice. Its yummylicious.
5. Village Park nasi lemak OR little kedai kopi in Kampung Sg. Penchala's nasi lemak. I'd go for daging over ayam rendang, ayam rendang over fried chicken and fried chicken over sotong. Only made complete with a glass of teh ais. I definitely prefer these two over Maybank nasi lemak. Their standards have dropped now I'm afraid... Like all tepi-jalan makan places, once it gets too popular you know it’s time to look for somewhere else.
6. Which brings me to another place I used to haunt weekly, Williams in Taman Megah/Mayang. I think his food is really good, but has gotten to the stage where it’s just way too overpriced. Eating there among the rats and roaches costs the same as eating at Italianies. No joke. I remember once upon a time you could get a big, yummy pasta dish for RM8. Now it'll cost RM20 for the same thing. What's worse, and I think it’s very mean of him, when you ask for a recommendation William will list all the things that are Rm25 and above, without telling you the price! So after returning from USM and finding this out the hard way, my once weekly visits became quarterly.
7. Cendol from the DU roundabout Cendol man. He scares everyone because once in a while he'll disappear and the locals would wonder if he's gone on holiday or gone for good. He has family up in Penang and I found out that’s where he usually goes off to for a month or so. But last year I seriously thought he wasn't coming back; he was away for months! Just when I thought he was really gone, he returned before I left Malaysia. Sadly I didn't get my last bowl of cendol so he better not die before I return.
8. Cendol man is connected to soya bean man because I usually have to choose between the two desserts. Soya bean man is associated with Fajar rojak because the two of them used to sell their fare side by side. Now only soya bean man is left, outside the gap between the former Fajar and a shop that is forever changing hands. It’s a reflexology place at the moment. My soya bean man is tall and skinny, always in his full white uniform; I guess to represent the product? Haha... He never seems to age. I dunno why we have never really chatted before, I've known him at least 10 years and know nothing about him. Anyway, I like his tau foo fah with black sugar. The way he scoops up each flesh-like thin layer is an art form.
9. Further down the road is the Apum Balik couple. He makes them, she cuts and bags them. Not sure why but she never smiles at me and seems grumpy all the time. With apum balik it really depends on my mood at the time - I like both crispy and soft, but which I like more is decided right there and then. Changes every time.
10. Last but not least is Indian Rojak man; he completes the Holy Fajar circle. When he came along, he used to park his van between Fajar Rojak and Soya Bean, but there just wasn't enough space for the 3 of them (this was years before the AB Couple came along) so Indian Rojak had to move location - but just about 50m away, in front of Maybank. Which works out great cause he gets loads of customers coming outta the bank that stop off for ais kacang and cendol. With Indian Rojak it’s all about the sauce, and his is superb. It’s just thick enough, it’s just the right amount and it’s got a spicy kick to it. My order- no cucumber, no tau geh, extra tauhu. Perfection.
Hmmm, looks like there's gonna be a Part 2 some other time.
A steaming pot of bah-kut-teh. I know most would go for steam boat, but I've never been a big fan of it. I like it, but I don't love it.
In no particular order, the food and people I can't wait to be reunited with is...
1. Saturday morning bah kut teh at the place next to the Indian temple. Can't remember the name of the area, but it’s off the LDP around Giant. Sorta. The soup there is the bomb! The young fella that takes orders can sometimes be a bit impatient but the food makes up for it. I'm also a fan of the one opposite the church along the LDP, the Kelana Jaya shop, with the high pitched screaming aunty that takes your order. Sometimes I think I might as well screech for another shuit-cha myself.
2. Hong Kee Dim Sum in Damansara Jaya. I love the one that’s crispy yammy on the outside and savoury inside. I hate when there's only one left cause although I really want it the polite Ms. Ng offers it to others. Unless I'm eating with close buddies then too bad, its mine! We became quite regular there throughout 2009, some of the staff recognized us and I like having that relationship. It’s comforting. Maybe not where everybody knows your name like Cheers, but you are remembered.
3. Fajar rojak, named so because he used to be on a motorbike outside the old Fajar in Uptown which is now Starbucks. My family have been buying from him for YEARS. The rojak man moved to the Uptown hawkers and he makes the best fruit rojak ever, while his wife is Grand Master of popiah.
4. Pinapple fried rice/ Thai fried rice at Say Huat Skt 17. Every week after church when deciding where to eat I tell the rest, "Don't ask me cause I'll say Say Huat." An interesting story attached to this guy - he used to make BKT in the original Mau Tak Teng (before it moved and changed owners) and my family would go for our BKT in Taman Tun donkey years ago. Then he went away and year’s later ta-dah he's in Skt 17. He made good BKT and now he makes great pineapple friend rice. Its yummylicious.
5. Village Park nasi lemak OR little kedai kopi in Kampung Sg. Penchala's nasi lemak. I'd go for daging over ayam rendang, ayam rendang over fried chicken and fried chicken over sotong. Only made complete with a glass of teh ais. I definitely prefer these two over Maybank nasi lemak. Their standards have dropped now I'm afraid... Like all tepi-jalan makan places, once it gets too popular you know it’s time to look for somewhere else.
6. Which brings me to another place I used to haunt weekly, Williams in Taman Megah/Mayang. I think his food is really good, but has gotten to the stage where it’s just way too overpriced. Eating there among the rats and roaches costs the same as eating at Italianies. No joke. I remember once upon a time you could get a big, yummy pasta dish for RM8. Now it'll cost RM20 for the same thing. What's worse, and I think it’s very mean of him, when you ask for a recommendation William will list all the things that are Rm25 and above, without telling you the price! So after returning from USM and finding this out the hard way, my once weekly visits became quarterly.
7. Cendol from the DU roundabout Cendol man. He scares everyone because once in a while he'll disappear and the locals would wonder if he's gone on holiday or gone for good. He has family up in Penang and I found out that’s where he usually goes off to for a month or so. But last year I seriously thought he wasn't coming back; he was away for months! Just when I thought he was really gone, he returned before I left Malaysia. Sadly I didn't get my last bowl of cendol so he better not die before I return.
8. Cendol man is connected to soya bean man because I usually have to choose between the two desserts. Soya bean man is associated with Fajar rojak because the two of them used to sell their fare side by side. Now only soya bean man is left, outside the gap between the former Fajar and a shop that is forever changing hands. It’s a reflexology place at the moment. My soya bean man is tall and skinny, always in his full white uniform; I guess to represent the product? Haha... He never seems to age. I dunno why we have never really chatted before, I've known him at least 10 years and know nothing about him. Anyway, I like his tau foo fah with black sugar. The way he scoops up each flesh-like thin layer is an art form.
9. Further down the road is the Apum Balik couple. He makes them, she cuts and bags them. Not sure why but she never smiles at me and seems grumpy all the time. With apum balik it really depends on my mood at the time - I like both crispy and soft, but which I like more is decided right there and then. Changes every time.
10. Last but not least is Indian Rojak man; he completes the Holy Fajar circle. When he came along, he used to park his van between Fajar Rojak and Soya Bean, but there just wasn't enough space for the 3 of them (this was years before the AB Couple came along) so Indian Rojak had to move location - but just about 50m away, in front of Maybank. Which works out great cause he gets loads of customers coming outta the bank that stop off for ais kacang and cendol. With Indian Rojak it’s all about the sauce, and his is superb. It’s just thick enough, it’s just the right amount and it’s got a spicy kick to it. My order- no cucumber, no tau geh, extra tauhu. Perfection.
Hmmm, looks like there's gonna be a Part 2 some other time.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Some people should get run over by big lorries
Like snatch thieves.
As I started talking to my family via Skype (around 10.40pm Msian time) there was a sudden commotion; Veggie was barking like crazy, my brother and sis-in-law started shouting, my mother ran off to see what was going on and I was left in the dark.
Turns out as some visitors were leaving my neighbours house (directly opposite mine) to get into their cars, 4 men on 2 motorcycles rode up and demanded they hand over their valuables. Unfortunately they had parang(s); the worst case scenario to be in because they could have been seriously injured.
Thank God no one was hurt, and after the victims handed over their belongings, the baddies rode off. It pisses me off even more when I hear about those who cooperate and surrender everything, but are still violently attacked.
I'm so angry that my previously happy, safe Damansara Utama is now so frequently targeted its common to hear of someone else suffering the same fate every other month.
Usually I don't wish ill upon anyone, but I can't say I'll feel sorry if these criminals get hit by a truck.
As I started talking to my family via Skype (around 10.40pm Msian time) there was a sudden commotion; Veggie was barking like crazy, my brother and sis-in-law started shouting, my mother ran off to see what was going on and I was left in the dark.
Turns out as some visitors were leaving my neighbours house (directly opposite mine) to get into their cars, 4 men on 2 motorcycles rode up and demanded they hand over their valuables. Unfortunately they had parang(s); the worst case scenario to be in because they could have been seriously injured.
Thank God no one was hurt, and after the victims handed over their belongings, the baddies rode off. It pisses me off even more when I hear about those who cooperate and surrender everything, but are still violently attacked.
I'm so angry that my previously happy, safe Damansara Utama is now so frequently targeted its common to hear of someone else suffering the same fate every other month.
Usually I don't wish ill upon anyone, but I can't say I'll feel sorry if these criminals get hit by a truck.
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