Last night I wrote a note with my green highlighter and stuck it on the wall in front of my desk. It read:
INTERNET BANNED!!!!
Under strict enforcement. No leeway allowed.
Then I created a Paint document and tiled it as my desktop background. My wallpaper reads:
Miss FOO WEN CHIN is officially banned from the internet and all associated activities.
Strictly enforced from 29th April till 12th May.
This morning I woke up and logged on to Friends for Sale. Despite the note staring at me at my desk, and despite the wallpaper telling me not to.
I have complete disregard for my own authority. It's shameful.
Oh well I guess a little recreation is fine as long as I know when to turn off my comp and go back to my books. And I didn’t overdo things today. =)
Yesterday I was struck once again by the enormity of my study load for EOS. All that stress wasn’t good. Wasn’t good at all. Kept me awake into the wee hours and then finally and begrudgingly gave me some light sleep. I woke up this morning with a slightly blocked left nostril and was paranoid that I would fall sick.
I will not fall sick. I cannot afford to fall sick. Therefore I will not fall sick.
I shall sleep now.
There is another note written in pink highlighter stuck to my alarm clock which is even more embarrassing. I think I shall not reveal it.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Losing hair
I’m losing hair like… like it’s none of my business.
Yes I have been studying, but not to the extent of tearing out my hair. Well, not yet. Maybe the hair loss is stress-induced, it could be. But I think it may also be due to the fact that my hair is really long now. I haven’t stepped into a hair saloon since 6 months ago. I desperately need a haircut. My hair is annoying the hell out of me these days. It gets into my eyes, tickles my neck, and won’t hold in a bun. I feel like cutting it all off but then I’ll look really really ugly.
Progress of EOS revision has been slow. Think tortoise speed. Never seen a tortoise crawl? Think Maxis internet download speed. You get the idea.
Lately I’ve been messing around with my body clock. I sleep late, wake up late, sleep later the next night, wake up later and it goes on. A classic case of positive feedback similar to that of pre-synaptic beta2-adrenoceptor stimulation. My housemate’s parents who were here the other day must think me a slob and bad influence.
The plan is to sleep earlier and wake earlier every day until I get back to normal. Since my body clock works in positive feedback fashion I shall use it to my advantage.
Time to implement my plan. Good night.
Ps: Last night (make it this morning) I dreamt I was married.
Yes I have been studying, but not to the extent of tearing out my hair. Well, not yet. Maybe the hair loss is stress-induced, it could be. But I think it may also be due to the fact that my hair is really long now. I haven’t stepped into a hair saloon since 6 months ago. I desperately need a haircut. My hair is annoying the hell out of me these days. It gets into my eyes, tickles my neck, and won’t hold in a bun. I feel like cutting it all off but then I’ll look really really ugly.
Progress of EOS revision has been slow. Think tortoise speed. Never seen a tortoise crawl? Think Maxis internet download speed. You get the idea.
Lately I’ve been messing around with my body clock. I sleep late, wake up late, sleep later the next night, wake up later and it goes on. A classic case of positive feedback similar to that of pre-synaptic beta2-adrenoceptor stimulation. My housemate’s parents who were here the other day must think me a slob and bad influence.
The plan is to sleep earlier and wake earlier every day until I get back to normal. Since my body clock works in positive feedback fashion I shall use it to my advantage.
Time to implement my plan. Good night.
Ps: Last night (make it this morning) I dreamt I was married.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Reminder
I was formed for labour, not for love. (~ Jane Eyre)
Each person’s constitution is different. Some have it easier, some have it more difficult.
I wasn’t here for a joyride. I am here to work and learn and serve.
I was born not for the rose and the pearl. I was born to work. And work I must to make something out of myself.
Each person’s constitution is different. Some have it easier, some have it more difficult.
I wasn’t here for a joyride. I am here to work and learn and serve.
I was born not for the rose and the pearl. I was born to work. And work I must to make something out of myself.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Pharmaco blues
I want to be smarter.
I want to be perfect.
I want to be so much more than I am.
I want it so badly it hurts.
And then it struck me suddenly,
I want to be like Prof Yeoh PN.
It was so funny it made me laugh. And just like that, my blues were chased away.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sustagenius me
OMG I am sooo gooooooooood.
OMG I am sooooo smart.
OMG I have soooooooooo much perseverance.
OMG I am sooo amazed at myself.
*gives the rest of the world a smug look* XOXO
I know everyone reading this must want to smack me by now. But I just can't contain my excitement! And c'mon lar, give a girl the chance to gloat a bit ma. There's not much to feel happy about in my life you know. Chances like this when I'm so proud of myself are so rare and far-between, so let me gloat! This is moi blog anyway. XOXO
Oh well, my success story goes like this. I found this puuurfect layout I fell in love with the very first time I set eyes upon it. But it just wouldn't work on blogger. Don't know why. I tossed it aside but restored the file from my recycle bin just now. I asked for help but my best friend who majors in graphic design said she wasn't very familiar with HTML.
Then I decided to fiddle around and see if I could integrate the desired layout into my original layout. And it worked!!!
Things are not so simple as changing the url for the pic, I had to change the alignment, the positions, the margins, widths and all that.
I'm a comp idiot who hates technology with a vengeance. I never knew what was a header and a wrapper before this.
Does that mean I'm not a comp noob anymore?
*cocks head to the left and frowns*
I still hate comps anyway.
OMG I am sooooo smart.
OMG I have soooooooooo much perseverance.
OMG I am sooo amazed at myself.
*gives the rest of the world a smug look* XOXO
I know everyone reading this must want to smack me by now. But I just can't contain my excitement! And c'mon lar, give a girl the chance to gloat a bit ma. There's not much to feel happy about in my life you know. Chances like this when I'm so proud of myself are so rare and far-between, so let me gloat! This is moi blog anyway. XOXO
Oh well, my success story goes like this. I found this puuurfect layout I fell in love with the very first time I set eyes upon it. But it just wouldn't work on blogger. Don't know why. I tossed it aside but restored the file from my recycle bin just now. I asked for help but my best friend who majors in graphic design said she wasn't very familiar with HTML.
Then I decided to fiddle around and see if I could integrate the desired layout into my original layout. And it worked!!!
Things are not so simple as changing the url for the pic, I had to change the alignment, the positions, the margins, widths and all that.
I'm a comp idiot who hates technology with a vengeance. I never knew what was a header and a wrapper before this.
Does that mean I'm not a comp noob anymore?
*cocks head to the left and frowns*
I still hate comps anyway.
A sleepy cloudy afternoon
A homely mug of barley to warm my soul.
Belated news of the death of someone I never knew, but was so dear in other hearts, which sent me into shivers of gloom and sympathy.
Sad stories of life, which touched my heart in all the right places.
Heartaches. Stirring in me all the nuances of emotions that only Chinese prose can do.
And,
a green, neglected pharmacology book.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Black chicken rice
These are the pics I promised yesterday.
Introducing....
Chef's recommendation
Black chicken rice!
Introducing....
Chef's recommendation
Black chicken rice!
This heavenly meal, known fondly as 'black chicken rice', is a family recipe passed down from the chef's mother.
Succulent chicken, soft and tender, is marinated to perfection. Each grain of rice, soaked up in the natural sweetness of oh-so-juicy mushrooms and flavourful Chinese sausages, is a joy to savour in itself.
This dish does not shock your tastebuds with its zest; rather, it tantalises leisurely, enticing you slowly but surely to wrap yourself in its wholesome goodness.
It is not the mistress; it is the wife.
It is not hot reckless passion; it is warm and ever-flowing love.
It is wholesome, home-cooked food, exuding wramth and familiarity, evoking memories of pink ceramic plates and brown bowls on a white formica table and an old National-brand rice-cooker.
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People enjoying my food..
Adelin the pweety,
and Cynthia......... the pweety also. Sorry, running out of adjectives already.
Random:
1. In conjunction with Go Green Earth Day today, as you can see, I, as a responsible and concerned citizen of the Earth, have very dutifully coloured part of this post green.
2. My housemate Cynthia has a natural flair, a wonderful talent, an inherent affinity, a God-given ability, an amazing aptitude (I'm getting carried away with all the adjectives after writing my yummy food review =P) .....................
To chop chicken.
She thought someone was trying to break into our unit when it was actually me banging the chicken with the chopper in the kitchen sink. (somehow that sounds wrong, in a twisted way. My mind is too contaminated by all the wrong elements. But I shall believe in you people's purity and not rephrase that)
Anyway, back to chicken chopping. She does this wonderful sawing motion all around the circumference of the cut, twirling the drumstick in the most graceful way imaginable. And then she hits the bone; softly, very gently.
Once, twice, three times. Then twirls the chicken around and repeats her soft chopping motions again.
And miraculously the drumstick breaks into two before my very eyes!
I easily spent more than 5 long minutes and 20 very forceful, bicep-muscles-working chops to break my drumstick into two. T_t
Once again I'm blogging when I should be studying. And I cooked when I should be studying. And I chatted with friends when I should also be studying. Haizzzzzzzz.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Lotus root soup
Lotus root a.k.a 'leng ngau' soup.
Healthy, nourishing, tasty, and gooooood.
Since I don't cook much, when I actually do produce something it has to make an appearance here.
I drank some of the soup before I remembered to snap a pic, so the water level looks slightly shallow.
Black chicken rice will be up tomorrow! Stay hungry, folks!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Grocery shopping adventure
No one said being a student living on her own is easy.
And it certainly isn't.
I just came back from the war zone in Carrefour this afternoon. Grocery shopping is akin to a complete workout, a test of your mental and physical faculties.
I always have a shopping list. I have to. And yet somehow I always manage to miss out something from my list. Sometimes it's the pasta, on other times it's the toilet paper, or the occasional toothpaste. I shall quote an opinion from the mass of junk magazines and articles I read,
‘You know you’re all grown-up when you can never return empty-handed from the supermarket because you ALWAYS have something you NEED.’
‘Tis words of wisdom indeed.
Grocery shopping also requires the shopper to have good memory of orientation. For example, I’ve bought cereal on plenty of occasions and I know the cereal section is ‘somewhere there…’. But somehow I still find myself capable of absently missing the section altogether. And then I stand there, in the middle of nowhere, tapping my foot impatiently while trying to decide which direction that stupid cereal section is.
Once I’ve succeeded in locating the relevant section (yoohoo!), there’s still work to be done. ‘Konsumer bijak macam saya’ always compares prices and thinks wisely before making a purchase. This is where the faculty of mental calculation comes in. We shall take cereal as an example again.
Dorset cereal costs RM 9.98, Post’s banana nut crunch costs RM 8.85. But Dorset cereal weighs 560g while Post’s weighs 435g only. So Dorset’s is cheaper!
Oh wait a second, what about Nestle’s Fitness morning cereal?
Cheaper still! Ooo…
*reads packaging reads packaging*
‘Nestle’s Fitness cereal keeps you healthy and beautiful. Eat Nestle’s Fitness to stay beautiful and slim!’
*oogles at ridiculous coco-cola bottle look-alike silhouette on cereal box*
‘Wa……….. I also want.’
*suddenly realizes that cereal box seems very light and checks weight*
‘Cheh.. So light only! Tipu orang, don’t want already!’
So I put the coca-cola bottle silhouette imprinted box back on the shelf.
Next question,
‘Dorset’s or Post’s? Dorset’s or Post’s? Dorset’s or Post’s?’
The small voice in head says ‘Dorset’s not so nice wor…’
Ok. Decision made. And I happily put Post’s banana nut crunch into my cart.
(Prices quoted above may vary slightly from actual price. I have poor memory of numbers)
There I was today, jostling through the Sunday Carrefour crowd and lugging my cart from behind. The wares are so much fresher on Sunday, and there is more variety too. I even found lotus root! In Carrefour! Imagine! So I decided to buy some chicken too, to cook lotus root soup; since the chicken actually looked fresh today. Maybe it did, or maybe I was just conned into thinking it looked fresher than on other days because of the number of housewives picking and prodding at the chicken. =P
Then I continued dashing here and there, to buy ingredients for the black chicken rice I intend to cook. Some fishes (I don’t know what kind of fishes those were but they looked like snakes) still very much alive in the aquarium decided it would be fun to jump up and say hi. Luckily I managed to duck in time before the fishy water sploshed on me.
I was rushing against time. My two housemates were already done with their shopping. I must have looked slightly mad.
After paying at the cashier’s, the physical training begins. After too many sore fingers as a result of carrying overweight plastic bags which threatened to cut off blood circulation to my fingers, I now bring along a large traveling sling bag to load all my stuff into. A friend suggests I bring along a backpack for my Carrefour trips next time. I rejected the idea before this, on grounds of refusing to look stupid. But now I think even the traveling sling is not big enough for the amount of stuff I buy. So I still have to carry those evil plastic bags which secretly harbour hopes of mutilating my fingers one day.
A lot of sweat, calories burned, and more than a bruise here and there later, I finally reached home with my biceps larger, and the veins on my hands and wrists more prominent.
And so that ends my grocery shopping adventure for the day.
Why am I writing a 726 word narration on grocery shopping? I certainly am not having an exam for English essay writing. And my language is too ‘rojak’ to be proper English anyway.
I should be studying! I’m actually afraid of failing my exams. Me! Who has never gotten a C in her life and only a sprinkling of B’s occasionally. But seriously, uni is not the same as primary or high school, or even A-levels for that matter. Things are much more in-depth and to do well, constant study and dedication is required. Which, I’m afraid to say has not being going on much. IMU and Strathclyde decided to up their standards by implementing a new system which only gives you TWO chances at passing your papers. If you fail your end-of-semester, you get another chance at your resit. If you fail your resit too, it’s sayonara forever to you and your dreams of becoming a pharmacist. And for me, my scholarship.
It won’t happen to me, right? Someone please assure me. I have no other talent besides studying. Which is actually kind of sad.
Maybe I shall just marry myself off and create babies full-time. After all, I still have the God-given ability to procreate.
Study mode starts tomorrow. So don’t look at me like that. I’m not a slob. I’m a very driven person you know.
And it certainly isn't.
I just came back from the war zone in Carrefour this afternoon. Grocery shopping is akin to a complete workout, a test of your mental and physical faculties.
I always have a shopping list. I have to. And yet somehow I always manage to miss out something from my list. Sometimes it's the pasta, on other times it's the toilet paper, or the occasional toothpaste. I shall quote an opinion from the mass of junk magazines and articles I read,
‘You know you’re all grown-up when you can never return empty-handed from the supermarket because you ALWAYS have something you NEED.’
‘Tis words of wisdom indeed.
Grocery shopping also requires the shopper to have good memory of orientation. For example, I’ve bought cereal on plenty of occasions and I know the cereal section is ‘somewhere there…’. But somehow I still find myself capable of absently missing the section altogether. And then I stand there, in the middle of nowhere, tapping my foot impatiently while trying to decide which direction that stupid cereal section is.
Once I’ve succeeded in locating the relevant section (yoohoo!), there’s still work to be done. ‘Konsumer bijak macam saya’ always compares prices and thinks wisely before making a purchase. This is where the faculty of mental calculation comes in. We shall take cereal as an example again.
Dorset cereal costs RM 9.98, Post’s banana nut crunch costs RM 8.85. But Dorset cereal weighs 560g while Post’s weighs 435g only. So Dorset’s is cheaper!
Oh wait a second, what about Nestle’s Fitness morning cereal?
Cheaper still! Ooo…
*reads packaging reads packaging*
‘Nestle’s Fitness cereal keeps you healthy and beautiful. Eat Nestle’s Fitness to stay beautiful and slim!’
*oogles at ridiculous coco-cola bottle look-alike silhouette on cereal box*
‘Wa……….. I also want.’
*suddenly realizes that cereal box seems very light and checks weight*
‘Cheh.. So light only! Tipu orang, don’t want already!’
So I put the coca-cola bottle silhouette imprinted box back on the shelf.
Next question,
‘Dorset’s or Post’s? Dorset’s or Post’s? Dorset’s or Post’s?’
The small voice in head says ‘Dorset’s not so nice wor…’
Ok. Decision made. And I happily put Post’s banana nut crunch into my cart.
(Prices quoted above may vary slightly from actual price. I have poor memory of numbers)
There I was today, jostling through the Sunday Carrefour crowd and lugging my cart from behind. The wares are so much fresher on Sunday, and there is more variety too. I even found lotus root! In Carrefour! Imagine! So I decided to buy some chicken too, to cook lotus root soup; since the chicken actually looked fresh today. Maybe it did, or maybe I was just conned into thinking it looked fresher than on other days because of the number of housewives picking and prodding at the chicken. =P
Then I continued dashing here and there, to buy ingredients for the black chicken rice I intend to cook. Some fishes (I don’t know what kind of fishes those were but they looked like snakes) still very much alive in the aquarium decided it would be fun to jump up and say hi. Luckily I managed to duck in time before the fishy water sploshed on me.
I was rushing against time. My two housemates were already done with their shopping. I must have looked slightly mad.
After paying at the cashier’s, the physical training begins. After too many sore fingers as a result of carrying overweight plastic bags which threatened to cut off blood circulation to my fingers, I now bring along a large traveling sling bag to load all my stuff into. A friend suggests I bring along a backpack for my Carrefour trips next time. I rejected the idea before this, on grounds of refusing to look stupid. But now I think even the traveling sling is not big enough for the amount of stuff I buy. So I still have to carry those evil plastic bags which secretly harbour hopes of mutilating my fingers one day.
A lot of sweat, calories burned, and more than a bruise here and there later, I finally reached home with my biceps larger, and the veins on my hands and wrists more prominent.
And so that ends my grocery shopping adventure for the day.
Why am I writing a 726 word narration on grocery shopping? I certainly am not having an exam for English essay writing. And my language is too ‘rojak’ to be proper English anyway.
I should be studying! I’m actually afraid of failing my exams. Me! Who has never gotten a C in her life and only a sprinkling of B’s occasionally. But seriously, uni is not the same as primary or high school, or even A-levels for that matter. Things are much more in-depth and to do well, constant study and dedication is required. Which, I’m afraid to say has not being going on much. IMU and Strathclyde decided to up their standards by implementing a new system which only gives you TWO chances at passing your papers. If you fail your end-of-semester, you get another chance at your resit. If you fail your resit too, it’s sayonara forever to you and your dreams of becoming a pharmacist. And for me, my scholarship.
It won’t happen to me, right? Someone please assure me. I have no other talent besides studying. Which is actually kind of sad.
Maybe I shall just marry myself off and create babies full-time. After all, I still have the God-given ability to procreate.
Study mode starts tomorrow. So don’t look at me like that. I’m not a slob. I’m a very driven person you know.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Stole this link from a friend's blog. =P www.fatemaster.tw
This is what my name is supposed to mean. In Chinese of course.
符温君 的內在想法
女生
*個性倔強，且自我意識非常強烈*自信心強、個性不服輸，是個獨立自主的女孩子*以自我為中心，不容易採信別人的想法或建議*想法前衛有新意，喜歡追隨流行*疑心病比較重，嫁人後喜歡碎碎唸
符温君 的外在行為
女生
*好就好不好就不好，個性非常阿莎力，絕不龜毛*相信自己人，保護自己人，有時跟大姐頭一樣*有話直說，不喜歡拐彎抹角*個性活潑好相處，喜歡交朋友*脾氣太過火爆，被惹毛則不留情面
*是個很黏的情人，專情度很高，對於男友的依賴性也比較重*一旦戀愛就非常投入，甚至已經把男友當成一輩子的對象*無法忍受聚少離多的戀情，但在戀愛中又偏偏常碰到這種狀況*戀愛過程中的付出，就好像欠了男友情債一樣，只付出不求回報*婚後是個相夫教子的好妻子，喜歡跟老公出雙入對
Totally not me at all! O.o
This is what my name is supposed to mean. In Chinese of course.
符温君 的內在想法
女生
*個性倔強，且自我意識非常強烈*自信心強、個性不服輸，是個獨立自主的女孩子*以自我為中心，不容易採信別人的想法或建議*想法前衛有新意，喜歡追隨流行*疑心病比較重，嫁人後喜歡碎碎唸
符温君 的外在行為
女生
*好就好不好就不好，個性非常阿莎力，絕不龜毛*相信自己人，保護自己人，有時跟大姐頭一樣*有話直說，不喜歡拐彎抹角*個性活潑好相處，喜歡交朋友*脾氣太過火爆，被惹毛則不留情面
*是個很黏的情人，專情度很高，對於男友的依賴性也比較重*一旦戀愛就非常投入，甚至已經把男友當成一輩子的對象*無法忍受聚少離多的戀情，但在戀愛中又偏偏常碰到這種狀況*戀愛過程中的付出，就好像欠了男友情債一樣，只付出不求回報*婚後是個相夫教子的好妻子，喜歡跟老公出雙入對
Totally not me at all! O.o
Overdue happiness
My stomach's full and I'm all sleepy and contented lying on my bed.
Life's good at such moments. =)
Life was at an all-time low not so long ago. I finally realised why Buddhists always pray 'may all be free from physical and mental sufferings'.
Meet the Malaysians was a total blast! P107 rocks!
Life is good. My happiness is long overdue. :)
Life's good at such moments. =)
Life was at an all-time low not so long ago. I finally realised why Buddhists always pray 'may all be free from physical and mental sufferings'.
Meet the Malaysians was a total blast! P107 rocks!
Life is good. My happiness is long overdue. :)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Cheng Beng
Last Friday our lecturers flew to Shanghai for their free trip sponsored by IMU. IMU so rich right? I've said it before and I'll say it again- I'm glad I'm not paying for my school fees.
So I decided to pack my bags and bid farewell to Vista.
Bye Vista! This is actually the night view from my window..
Back to dear old Alor Star it is..
There's a new attraction in town!!
The new Bata shop. It's tradition for Alor Star-ians to flock to a newly opened place.
The new Bata shop. It's tradition for Alor Star-ians to flock to a newly opened place.
The kampung in my Taman.. I suspect they're under PAS influence from the defamatory grafitti on the TNB power generator house. But there's a BN flag waving happily too in the background.
I also managed to make it for Cheng Beng this time! It's been a few years since I've last gone for Cheng Beng, with me studying away from home and all that.
Mom and I went to buy kuih near the market.
Quaint little houses. I love the rustic charm..
We went cheng beng on Friday morning at the Hainanese cemetery in Langgar town.
There's a temple right at the entrance of the cemetery which we have to pray at first before proceeding further up.
The cemetery's actually next to a rubber estate. Cheng Beng was so much fun when I was a kid. My cousins and I would venture into the estate to look for rubber seeds. Here's how the game works: It's my seed against yours. One seed is stacked on the other and then hit hard. The person who's seed is smashed loses.
I remember once when my cousin sister found some snake eggs amongst the bushes when we were looking for rubber seeds. She accidentally broke the eggs and we fled!
The cemetery...
At my paternal grandparents' grave..
Mom woke up at 5 to cook but forgot to bring the tiffin carrier with the food inside. So my gong gong and po po only got chicken and siew bak and kuih to eat.
I wanted to put up a picture of the gravestone but then I thought it might be disrespectful. Anyway my grandfather had two wives. He came from Hainan Island in China, leaving his first wife with two daughters behind. He married my grandmother in Malaysia and they had 2 sons and a daughter.
I very nearly ended up in Hainan Island because my grandfather had wanted to bring his whole Malaysian family back there! He never forgot his roots. My Dad said that even when he was growing up, my grandfather would have him memorise the address of the house in China. 'So you know what to reply when people ask you where you're from', my grandfather said.
This is my niece, Anne with Mom.
Little kids ask the most difficult questions.
Anne Anne: Where's 'zho zho'(meaning great-grandparents)?
Her mother had previously told her they were coming to see her zho zho.
Her mom: Inside there. (points to the grave)
Anne Anne: Why do you put the food there?
Her mom: For 'zho zho' to eat.
Anne Anne: Oh.....
After a while,
Anne Anne: Will zho zho come out and eat afterwards?
Her mom: ...............
After that we took out the paraphernalia we were going to burn.. Got a pair of Vincci shoes for my po po. =P
The money we burned..
Anne Anne: Why must burn all these things?
Me: Burn for zho zho.
Anne Anne: Why must burn for zho zho?
Me: Uhh.. Cos zho zho is in heaven. We burn money for zho zho to use and also clothes to wear there.
I know it's written 'Hell money' on the banknote. But I don't think little girls of five should be introduced to the whole scary concept of hell. I don't believe in hell anyway. Or rather I prefer not to. =P
After stacking yellow and white paper on the grave ( I have no idea what it's for although I've done it numerous times), there wasn't much to do except wait for the deceased to finish their meal. We enquired on their progress a few times (it involves asking politely and then tossing 2 coins), but gong gong and po po took longer this time to finish their meal. Everyone joked that they makan tak puas because my mom forgot to bring her dishes.
After the deceased finished their meal, we set the paper offerings ablaze...
And started feasting on the food. =P
Me to Anne: Zho zho finished eating already. So we can go back now.
Anne Anne: But the food is still there. Zho Zho didn't come out and eat it.
Me: Uh................................. Zho zho ate already. It's just that you couldn't see, cos she ate a little bit only.
Ok, I lied. No choice! Otherwise what do I tell her??
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