I had a tofu stew with rice for lunch today.
(Asian Melissa 1, Americanized Melissa 0)
To get rid of my lunch breath, I started chewing gum. Went to talk to my advisor about my data, and realized I could snap on my gum while talking to him and nodding.
(Asian Melissa 1, Americanized Melissa 1)
Felt remorseful about rude chewing gum incident after I left his office. Was thinking about what Mummy would say.
(Asian Melissa 2, Americanized Melissa 1)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My Ghettofabulous Car
My car turns sixteen years old this year. Old enough to drive itself. And also to drive me insane.
I was driving home from work on a Saturday night (typical, unfortunately), deftly flicking the fingers on my left hand to signal my right turn onto Sweet Home Road when I heard a click followed by my car lights (headlights, tail lights and dashboard lights) going off unceromoniously. Left with no choice, I journeyed my way home in darkness with the occasional car honking/flashing/signaling at me, as if I am some soh mui driver oblivious to my situation on a pitch black night.
I turned to my ever reliable, amazingly innovative mechanic, Sham, who understands that my car is a jalopy, and there is no way I will spend too much to fix a $1800 car. So, after a couple hours of tinkling at the cost of less than $50, let me present to you:
That knob to turn on my lights on the left signal-thingamajig is now a thing of the past. I can now do that by using the on-off light switch sticking out from my dashboard. Ghettofabulous.
I was driving home from work on a Saturday night (typical, unfortunately), deftly flicking the fingers on my left hand to signal my right turn onto Sweet Home Road when I heard a click followed by my car lights (headlights, tail lights and dashboard lights) going off unceromoniously. Left with no choice, I journeyed my way home in darkness with the occasional car honking/flashing/signaling at me, as if I am some soh mui driver oblivious to my situation on a pitch black night.
I turned to my ever reliable, amazingly innovative mechanic, Sham, who understands that my car is a jalopy, and there is no way I will spend too much to fix a $1800 car. So, after a couple hours of tinkling at the cost of less than $50, let me present to you:
That knob to turn on my lights on the left signal-thingamajig is now a thing of the past. I can now do that by using the on-off light switch sticking out from my dashboard. Ghettofabulous.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Motherland
Oh Malaysiaku, how long can you keep the rakyat down and drown our voices? How long more can you claim to be a kerajaan demokratik berperlembagaan? I am reading and reading and I am angry.
I am puzzled I am angry. I thought I gave up on you long ago. Perhaps I do love you after all. Love (and dare I say, patriotism?) for a country is just not demonstrated through blind faith & followship, but through voices of descension crying for a change (for the better).
Yang Adil Disembah, Yang Zalim Disanggah.
I am puzzled I am angry. I thought I gave up on you long ago. Perhaps I do love you after all. Love (and dare I say, patriotism?) for a country is just not demonstrated through blind faith & followship, but through voices of descension crying for a change (for the better).
Yang Adil Disembah, Yang Zalim Disanggah.
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