hindsight = a powerful teacher as all of life gets revealed and you just finally get it.
so it has been ages since i wrote last.
i lost my beloved green friend May 28, 2011.
that floored me.
i went through the motions of living my life. but the essence of my existence that was HRH IggySingh got reduced to nothing other than sequential steps that earned me a daily wage, made my Mom stop worrying about me, and got me up and about like a normal human being.
the components of my happy soul = my daily routine of waking her up, and singing to her, bathing and playing with her, worrying about the weather for the day, intensely praying for big blue skies and an iguana-sunshiny day, her gentle sneezes that would lift the deepest corners of my heart into the most genuine warmth, the head bobbing, and dewlap flaring, the way her eyes would follow me around a room, the way she would scratch at the cushions whenever she turned in her sleep, her waiting for me to cajole her into eating, her walkabouts as she explored the same floor space with the fresh spirits of new possible adventures in the making, her acquiescing to sit on my lap so i could cuddle with her, her rewarding me with laying her face against my heart beat, hugging me while i told her how blessed and lucky i was to have her.
all gone.
and it took months and months of brain numbing activities to finally be able to talk and write about her without collapsing into a puddle of liquid. so here's an ode to my green friend. you came into my life so unexpectedly and shared 8 wonderful years of love, life, laughter and tears with me. never once were you judgemental and you never held a grudge even when i felt i could have done better. and for all it is worth, i still look into the corners of our sitting room, hoping to see you get up to greet me.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Gong Xi Fa Chai.
and so today is the 7th day of the Chinese New Year.
a lot has happened just between the start of the Western New Year and that of this Chinese New Year.
i found out that my best friend was really dating someone when he put his Facebook status into "in a relationship" yet chose not to tell me, even when i asked him. no biggie i suppose, just hurtful. and so to the Blog Stalker i have now picked up through our common friend in La Coruna, delete delete delete!
i found out that i am glucose intolerant. no biggie i know, just have had to give up my truck-driver-portions of rice at lunch and dinner, my McDs and all those french fries in-between, and my religious nightly beer. my body though loves this new change and has dropped 4 KGs over a week plus i am feeling soo energized without my insulin having to work overtime to cope with the carbs, i might as well be on prozac. plus it made me buy a treadmill (so at 40 i am finally going to eat well and walk to sweat!). le sigh.
i reaffirmed again why i love IggySingh soooooooooo, and why she loves me right back. she was just so manja towards me over the long CNY break, and amongst lots of ways of showing me her companionship and her affiliation... (now this is a biggie!) for the 1st time ever, she also climbed into my lap just so she could then climb up onto my shoulder, all on her very own. where she proceeded to sit and kiss the back of my neck repeatedly, hugging my neck, until she had had her fill, and then down she came all on her very own. free will! ya gotta love it!
oh and i found my 40th birthday present... so Poh Kong MV, here i come again and again :)
and to all my dearest friends and members of my familia (that i talk to), i would like to take this opportunity to wish each of YOU a Happy and Prosperous Chinese New Year. May the Year of The Rat bring to you lots of love, prosperity, good health and escalating wealth.
Chak De!
a lot has happened just between the start of the Western New Year and that of this Chinese New Year.
i found out that my best friend was really dating someone when he put his Facebook status into "in a relationship" yet chose not to tell me, even when i asked him. no biggie i suppose, just hurtful. and so to the Blog Stalker i have now picked up through our common friend in La Coruna, delete delete delete!
i found out that i am glucose intolerant. no biggie i know, just have had to give up my truck-driver-portions of rice at lunch and dinner, my McDs and all those french fries in-between, and my religious nightly beer. my body though loves this new change and has dropped 4 KGs over a week plus i am feeling soo energized without my insulin having to work overtime to cope with the carbs, i might as well be on prozac. plus it made me buy a treadmill (so at 40 i am finally going to eat well and walk to sweat!). le sigh.
i reaffirmed again why i love IggySingh soooooooooo, and why she loves me right back. she was just so manja towards me over the long CNY break, and amongst lots of ways of showing me her companionship and her affiliation... (now this is a biggie!) for the 1st time ever, she also climbed into my lap just so she could then climb up onto my shoulder, all on her very own. where she proceeded to sit and kiss the back of my neck repeatedly, hugging my neck, until she had had her fill, and then down she came all on her very own. free will! ya gotta love it!
oh and i found my 40th birthday present... so Poh Kong MV, here i come again and again :)
and to all my dearest friends and members of my familia (that i talk to), i would like to take this opportunity to wish each of YOU a Happy and Prosperous Chinese New Year. May the Year of The Rat bring to you lots of love, prosperity, good health and escalating wealth.
Chak De!
Friday, September 14, 2007
my nasty neighbors
too many years to count now, i have the misfortune of living next door to apartment 508. full family, includes 1 fat nasty father, 1 semi-fat nasty mother, 1 paranoid white-haired mother in-law, 3 fat nasty gangster sons, and 1 obese mutt that never gets walked and who's pee you can smell right in my living room, should i not be burning incense (which 'encourages' them to keep their window next to me closed!)
now, all the descriptors on their over-weight situation is not at all why i think they are nasty. i think they are horrendously nasty because of these next reasons... they never close a door. they slam. shoe cupboards, front doors, garbage area doors. sometimes the slam rattles my mirrors, my front door and makes IggySingh sit up alarmed. so if all 6 fat humans decide to go out for dinner, you can safely expect 3-5 repeated slams of the front door, and then 3-5 slams of their shoe cabinet as they are unable to figure this next bit out: that the next fat human is just on their way out too, so ALL can just walk-out together-gether, pick up/put on shoes, and save xx amount of slams (and wear and tear) of their front door and shoe cabinet. eureka! oh, not to mention the throwing of their shoes out of their apartment to slam hard on the corridor outside my front door, after which they shuffle out (side-to-side) to put them on.
the women of the household, so the wife and her mother-in-law are great believers in weekly visits to their family bomoh. so in addition to the slams, and smelly dog, i get the privilege of coming home after work to see what they have left outside my front door for the week. everything from: sand/gravel/small stones; to limau (lime. either whole, or sliced and diced, or even to just finding the seeds); to feathers (chicken mostly); to hair. lately, i have even had the joy of ringing bells, and the women praying over my car in the wee hours of the morning. so i walk happily to the car park to start my drive into work, and from the first door of the common car park i smell the strong smells of kemenyan (special incense) that gets stronger and stronger, to almost overwhelming when you reach my car and pause at my engine. i have even now started finding feathers on the floor of my car park.
so, all the usual reactions? been there, done that. tell the guards? what? that i find feathers and ash here and there. where's the proof it was deliberate? and not something our big winds flew in? i am thinking seriously about buying a web-cam and setting this up both outside my front door, and in my car. comments? the good news is that this has been on-going for too many years to count now, so i think my neighbors are beginning to think i am a witch myself, as my daily Ganesha prayers, full blown with the conch shells and the daily burning incense within my home, have kept me safely and exactly where i am. and i have laid (as usual) my life at His feet for His protection. so they a little scared of me.
the bad news is because they are scared, the weekly 'gifts' i find have been escalating. to think all this started as my other neighbor, 502, wrote to the building committee who then wrote to the MPPJ (our local municipal council) to have their smelly dog removed, and 508 thought it was ME! at that point of time i didn't even realize they had a dog! i was too focused on partying and my ex-boyfriend. so the sand/gravel started initially. supposed to quicken my departure by creating a sense of unease at home. and miss-clueless here just continued in my daily worship and loving my life, and now it has all culminated to the point of kemenyan in the car park. now... ahem, if i did practice Wicca... hmm... i wonder what Peggy will look like as a 2-legged fat adult Pig? fancy a pink tail there madam neighbor??!
now, all the descriptors on their over-weight situation is not at all why i think they are nasty. i think they are horrendously nasty because of these next reasons... they never close a door. they slam. shoe cupboards, front doors, garbage area doors. sometimes the slam rattles my mirrors, my front door and makes IggySingh sit up alarmed. so if all 6 fat humans decide to go out for dinner, you can safely expect 3-5 repeated slams of the front door, and then 3-5 slams of their shoe cabinet as they are unable to figure this next bit out: that the next fat human is just on their way out too, so ALL can just walk-out together-gether, pick up/put on shoes, and save xx amount of slams (and wear and tear) of their front door and shoe cabinet. eureka! oh, not to mention the throwing of their shoes out of their apartment to slam hard on the corridor outside my front door, after which they shuffle out (side-to-side) to put them on.
the women of the household, so the wife and her mother-in-law are great believers in weekly visits to their family bomoh. so in addition to the slams, and smelly dog, i get the privilege of coming home after work to see what they have left outside my front door for the week. everything from: sand/gravel/small stones; to limau (lime. either whole, or sliced and diced, or even to just finding the seeds); to feathers (chicken mostly); to hair. lately, i have even had the joy of ringing bells, and the women praying over my car in the wee hours of the morning. so i walk happily to the car park to start my drive into work, and from the first door of the common car park i smell the strong smells of kemenyan (special incense) that gets stronger and stronger, to almost overwhelming when you reach my car and pause at my engine. i have even now started finding feathers on the floor of my car park.
so, all the usual reactions? been there, done that. tell the guards? what? that i find feathers and ash here and there. where's the proof it was deliberate? and not something our big winds flew in? i am thinking seriously about buying a web-cam and setting this up both outside my front door, and in my car. comments? the good news is that this has been on-going for too many years to count now, so i think my neighbors are beginning to think i am a witch myself, as my daily Ganesha prayers, full blown with the conch shells and the daily burning incense within my home, have kept me safely and exactly where i am. and i have laid (as usual) my life at His feet for His protection. so they a little scared of me.
the bad news is because they are scared, the weekly 'gifts' i find have been escalating. to think all this started as my other neighbor, 502, wrote to the building committee who then wrote to the MPPJ (our local municipal council) to have their smelly dog removed, and 508 thought it was ME! at that point of time i didn't even realize they had a dog! i was too focused on partying and my ex-boyfriend. so the sand/gravel started initially. supposed to quicken my departure by creating a sense of unease at home. and miss-clueless here just continued in my daily worship and loving my life, and now it has all culminated to the point of kemenyan in the car park. now... ahem, if i did practice Wicca... hmm... i wonder what Peggy will look like as a 2-legged fat adult Pig? fancy a pink tail there madam neighbor??!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
the inevitable
La cuenta, por favor = The check, please.
well, long have i heard it, and repeatedly in a variety of ways, that the only thing man is sure of the minute he is born is that he will be one day closer to death.
yet, you never really think about what you would do if you knew unequivocally that you only have 1 year to live. most "normal" people think it's a macabre topic and so that's just that... (and we all know how i detest the concept of normal!)
i am guessing that a lot of what you would do next, would in the most part depend on how healthy you are at this exact point, when you receive "the" news, and how long you will stay healthy after.
all a moot debate i suppose, as one never knows how one will react per se. but i now have the ultimate role model. and i will struggle to stay as cheerful, as upbeat, as optimistic and as loving as my dear friend Narelle Cameron was right until the very end. and i will try to embrace each day to its fullest. (aside - Camo married her prince and has gone to heaven knowing how very loved she is. and every single loved one she has left behind, knows too, without any doubt, how very much she loves them.)
and so i started to think, why the heck wait for news like that??! i am almost 40, and have spent the bulk of my life thinking some Bollywood movie is just going to happen to me. but i should know better... and so i made this list of the top 5 things i want to do by this time next year (22 August 2007) regardless of if i live "forever". the list is intended to make my own Bollywood movie, to carve a little of my own karma. and so maybe this list is a little fictional at points, and even maybe a little blue sky thinking given my current life-style and state-of-mind, but as my mates in adidas used to chant - "impossible is nothing".
so here we go-go:
1. i want to be at my own wedding, and as THE bride, i want to be looking into the eyes of MY MAN, who is marrying me as he loves me with the full force of his heart, and i want to see and feel that love without a doubt. oh, and i want to be wearing that exact same lengha that Rani Mukherjee wore when she met Shahrukh Khan for the very first time, in Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna. so that my hero, my Dad, can dance the Shava Shava song like he promised (he will be 72 next year). maybe i can rope in my crowd-phobic cha-cha-ji and my very suave disco-dancing thayah-ji into the Bollywood sequence. hmmm...
2. i want to have saved up so much money that i can just not work for a year and stay at home and write my best selling... novel? collection of short stories? vampire tales? hmm, how about my suicidal dark depressing unrequited love poems?? whatever! i want to write full time! and still pay all my lifestyle bills. moving along here...
3. i want to start a small center/shelter for education and rescue in honor of my best friend, the green iguana. word IggySingh :) for all the times you have rescued me right back and helped me become a decent human being.
4. i want to meet a vampire. and persuade him that i do deserve eternal life, and that he should bite me. where are you?? what? you don't believe in vampires??!
5. i want to stand at the Iguazu falls and feel the dreams of my childhood... and reflect on how we are all connected, every single one of us, even before we realize it.
so meet back here in August 2008 people, and remember, live every minute.
the end: Narelle is being buried tomorrow at the Springvale Botanical Cemetery, 3pm at the Boyd Chapel, Melbourne, Australia. and she has "organized" the idea of drinks for her friends. to drink to her full life at a pub in North Fitzroy. i salute you Camo. and until we meet again in our next lives, Chak De Sista!
well, long have i heard it, and repeatedly in a variety of ways, that the only thing man is sure of the minute he is born is that he will be one day closer to death.
yet, you never really think about what you would do if you knew unequivocally that you only have 1 year to live. most "normal" people think it's a macabre topic and so that's just that... (and we all know how i detest the concept of normal!)
i am guessing that a lot of what you would do next, would in the most part depend on how healthy you are at this exact point, when you receive "the" news, and how long you will stay healthy after.
all a moot debate i suppose, as one never knows how one will react per se. but i now have the ultimate role model. and i will struggle to stay as cheerful, as upbeat, as optimistic and as loving as my dear friend Narelle Cameron was right until the very end. and i will try to embrace each day to its fullest. (aside - Camo married her prince and has gone to heaven knowing how very loved she is. and every single loved one she has left behind, knows too, without any doubt, how very much she loves them.)
and so i started to think, why the heck wait for news like that??! i am almost 40, and have spent the bulk of my life thinking some Bollywood movie is just going to happen to me. but i should know better... and so i made this list of the top 5 things i want to do by this time next year (22 August 2007) regardless of if i live "forever". the list is intended to make my own Bollywood movie, to carve a little of my own karma. and so maybe this list is a little fictional at points, and even maybe a little blue sky thinking given my current life-style and state-of-mind, but as my mates in adidas used to chant - "impossible is nothing".
so here we go-go:
1. i want to be at my own wedding, and as THE bride, i want to be looking into the eyes of MY MAN, who is marrying me as he loves me with the full force of his heart, and i want to see and feel that love without a doubt. oh, and i want to be wearing that exact same lengha that Rani Mukherjee wore when she met Shahrukh Khan for the very first time, in Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna. so that my hero, my Dad, can dance the Shava Shava song like he promised (he will be 72 next year). maybe i can rope in my crowd-phobic cha-cha-ji and my very suave disco-dancing thayah-ji into the Bollywood sequence. hmmm...
2. i want to have saved up so much money that i can just not work for a year and stay at home and write my best selling... novel? collection of short stories? vampire tales? hmm, how about my suicidal dark depressing unrequited love poems?? whatever! i want to write full time! and still pay all my lifestyle bills. moving along here...
3. i want to start a small center/shelter for education and rescue in honor of my best friend, the green iguana. word IggySingh :) for all the times you have rescued me right back and helped me become a decent human being.
4. i want to meet a vampire. and persuade him that i do deserve eternal life, and that he should bite me. where are you?? what? you don't believe in vampires??!
5. i want to stand at the Iguazu falls and feel the dreams of my childhood... and reflect on how we are all connected, every single one of us, even before we realize it.
so meet back here in August 2008 people, and remember, live every minute.
the end: Narelle is being buried tomorrow at the Springvale Botanical Cemetery, 3pm at the Boyd Chapel, Melbourne, Australia. and she has "organized" the idea of drinks for her friends. to drink to her full life at a pub in North Fitzroy. i salute you Camo. and until we meet again in our next lives, Chak De Sista!
Friday, July 27, 2007
public transport...
Tengo que cambiar? = Do I have to change (trains)?
so, we all know how i feel about that :(
but, Jalan Sultan Ismail may have defeated this highly spirited driver. another 1 hour and 20 minutes in traffic tonight (although the skies were dry), to come home to one sleepy and mildly irritated IggySingh. i forced myself to be upbeat, and didn't say "sorry" too many times this time, and so she gave me some sleepy "where have you been" head-bobs, and then came to me to be cuddled briefly before she promptly fell asleep. almost broke my heart until i remembered that IggySingh is better off with late me than anywhere else :)
so all the way home i was contemplating everything from renting a small room in downtown KL to an apartment in Bangsar to getting a job in Menara TM and just working with a GLC, to have a shorter commute from home to work and vice versa. regardless to say, sensibility prevailed, and i realized of course, that i simply cannot uproot my green baby from her home, her babysitter, and all that she has grown familiar with these past 4 years.
and i can't uproot my parents from their routines and Jalan Cantek tosai and their morning walks and their car-pool lifts to Subang to golf. and i never want them to have to stay with anyone else (selfish me!) most critically though are IggySingh's needs when i travel on work should i move. i will no longer then have the luxury of her babysitter walking from Block B to Block A to watch over IggySingh. and she will be defenceless, unable to care for herself. and no MAMA, i don't love IggySingh more than YOU.
AND sigh... i love my job too. i really do. i love the work i win, the teams i work with, my bosses. arrrgh, hence...
PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
what is that in the Malaysian context? how will i work it? where do i drive to to catch it? where will i park? will my little yellow bullet be safe all day out in an open car park exposed to the raw elements? man, will i start smelling from all that sweaty walking around and being thrust up against fellow sweaty rakyat? how shallow are these questions? (i sound like that new extremely irritating DiGi advert...) okay. i think i will just have to embrace being one with the LRT masses. and i will have to start getting some un-sexy T-shirts and sensible shoes, so i can walk without killing my back and getting ogled for having a "Punjabi" bosom...
working class... that's me :)
i like that much better than "stupid idiot" that takes a job on the dreaded Sultan Ismail!!!
so, we all know how i feel about that :(
but, Jalan Sultan Ismail may have defeated this highly spirited driver. another 1 hour and 20 minutes in traffic tonight (although the skies were dry), to come home to one sleepy and mildly irritated IggySingh. i forced myself to be upbeat, and didn't say "sorry" too many times this time, and so she gave me some sleepy "where have you been" head-bobs, and then came to me to be cuddled briefly before she promptly fell asleep. almost broke my heart until i remembered that IggySingh is better off with late me than anywhere else :)
so all the way home i was contemplating everything from renting a small room in downtown KL to an apartment in Bangsar to getting a job in Menara TM and just working with a GLC, to have a shorter commute from home to work and vice versa. regardless to say, sensibility prevailed, and i realized of course, that i simply cannot uproot my green baby from her home, her babysitter, and all that she has grown familiar with these past 4 years.
and i can't uproot my parents from their routines and Jalan Cantek tosai and their morning walks and their car-pool lifts to Subang to golf. and i never want them to have to stay with anyone else (selfish me!) most critically though are IggySingh's needs when i travel on work should i move. i will no longer then have the luxury of her babysitter walking from Block B to Block A to watch over IggySingh. and she will be defenceless, unable to care for herself. and no MAMA, i don't love IggySingh more than YOU.
AND sigh... i love my job too. i really do. i love the work i win, the teams i work with, my bosses. arrrgh, hence...
PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
what is that in the Malaysian context? how will i work it? where do i drive to to catch it? where will i park? will my little yellow bullet be safe all day out in an open car park exposed to the raw elements? man, will i start smelling from all that sweaty walking around and being thrust up against fellow sweaty rakyat? how shallow are these questions? (i sound like that new extremely irritating DiGi advert...) okay. i think i will just have to embrace being one with the LRT masses. and i will have to start getting some un-sexy T-shirts and sensible shoes, so i can walk without killing my back and getting ogled for having a "Punjabi" bosom...
working class... that's me :)
i like that much better than "stupid idiot" that takes a job on the dreaded Sultan Ismail!!!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
vomit blood ;p
en el samaforo = at the traffic light
so much for "welcome back Senor Sun". nyah nya-nyah nya-nyah. needless to say it rained in monsoon sheets mid-afternoon yesterday, and whilst the rain had submitted to a measly drizzle by the time 6 o'clock rolled on by, the traffic on Jalan Sultan Ismail had grown into sheer epic "vomit blood" proportions!
nasty. took 1 whole hour to crawl myself down Sultan Ismail, and again the cops had their heads stuck up their back-sides. twice in two consecutive days, the U-Turn near the Shang was again unmanned (read as in: no cops!) and so cars, buses, and motorbikes battled from all 4 sides to beat their individual lights. thinking i was really doing well, i maneuvered myself lane to lane to frantically make that U. only to find myself sitting outside the Shang then for almost 30 minutes.
it was then that i knew, without a shadow of a doubt that i would again miss another IggySingh bedtime :(
ahuh, and then we had two cops happily chatting with each other near the sime darby lights as the fast lane stacked itself almost silly and backwards towards the Concorde, with unsuspecting folk in the first 2 lanes not realizing the bulk of the fast and middle lanes were actually in stand-still lines to eventually make that right turn at the sime junction. now, versus checking each other's uniforms out, wouldn't it have made more sense to ride your little motorbikes a little down the road to start pushing people into the other lanes? or at the very least to man the U-Turn lights??!
needless to say people, my entire 1 hour and 40 minutes home was literally spent sitting in the exact same spots, and just sitting some more, wondering why our cops n.e.v.e.r. get it right. why can't we keep Sultan Ismail clear??? it is still unequivocally the worst black-hole in our KL traffic horror stories, what with its propensity to flood, and the sheer volume of cars it supports. our infamous jalan is enough to make even the Pope curse and rant and rave! (No offense to my Catholic relatives and friends!)
sigh. needless to say, i am back to grinding my teeth and woke up this morning to find myself brushing very painful teeth. so i have decided that i am taxing home tonight. i still have my head-ache from last night, and really just want to sink into the back seat of a nondescript taxi, and be like the vegetable i am feeling... hmmm, belacan brinjals anyone?
so much for "welcome back Senor Sun". nyah nya-nyah nya-nyah. needless to say it rained in monsoon sheets mid-afternoon yesterday, and whilst the rain had submitted to a measly drizzle by the time 6 o'clock rolled on by, the traffic on Jalan Sultan Ismail had grown into sheer epic "vomit blood" proportions!
nasty. took 1 whole hour to crawl myself down Sultan Ismail, and again the cops had their heads stuck up their back-sides. twice in two consecutive days, the U-Turn near the Shang was again unmanned (read as in: no cops!) and so cars, buses, and motorbikes battled from all 4 sides to beat their individual lights. thinking i was really doing well, i maneuvered myself lane to lane to frantically make that U. only to find myself sitting outside the Shang then for almost 30 minutes.
it was then that i knew, without a shadow of a doubt that i would again miss another IggySingh bedtime :(
ahuh, and then we had two cops happily chatting with each other near the sime darby lights as the fast lane stacked itself almost silly and backwards towards the Concorde, with unsuspecting folk in the first 2 lanes not realizing the bulk of the fast and middle lanes were actually in stand-still lines to eventually make that right turn at the sime junction. now, versus checking each other's uniforms out, wouldn't it have made more sense to ride your little motorbikes a little down the road to start pushing people into the other lanes? or at the very least to man the U-Turn lights??!
needless to say people, my entire 1 hour and 40 minutes home was literally spent sitting in the exact same spots, and just sitting some more, wondering why our cops n.e.v.e.r. get it right. why can't we keep Sultan Ismail clear??? it is still unequivocally the worst black-hole in our KL traffic horror stories, what with its propensity to flood, and the sheer volume of cars it supports. our infamous jalan is enough to make even the Pope curse and rant and rave! (No offense to my Catholic relatives and friends!)
sigh. needless to say, i am back to grinding my teeth and woke up this morning to find myself brushing very painful teeth. so i have decided that i am taxing home tonight. i still have my head-ache from last night, and really just want to sink into the back seat of a nondescript taxi, and be like the vegetable i am feeling... hmmm, belacan brinjals anyone?
Monday, July 23, 2007
a story for children - iggy looks for the sun part 2
Perdone, por favor = Excuse me, please.
Para ir a la playa? = How do I get to the beach?
"Hello, IggySingh. I have come to visit you. It is too wet and windy out on the porch, and I thought it might be warm and dry inside. Yes, yes, indeed it is. Ahem, may I join you?" Cicak spoke in short staccato baritone sounds, that seemed to vibrate. He looked cold too and was trying to push his enormous glasses back up his nose, as once again they were threatening to fall off.
"Oh, hello Cicak," IggySingh sadly, "Yes. Please do come in. This is miserable weather. I am turning brown."
"Hmmm, yes, yes, tsk tsk. I can see that IggySingh. You are indeed missing Senor Sun. But I am afraid I have some rather bad news," Cicak said, pausing to scratch his neck uncomfortably.
IggySingh could see that Cicak was distressed about something, and immediately remembering her manners, she sat up to ask "Oh dear, is everything all right with Mrs. Cicak and the family?"
Cicak responded, "Oh, ahem, yes, yes, thank you IggySingh. All of us are fine. Junior lost his tail this morning, but he should have a new one all grown back in no time at all. I'm afraid the news I have come to share this evening, is about you."
"What?? Whatever do you mean Cicak?" IggySingh said, suddenly feeling a little afraid, but she continued bravely on, "The bad news is connected to me? How so?"
"Well," Cicak continued, "there is a very strong rumor that Senor Sun has moved to the beaches of Jamaica, where he is meeting up with the broader rays of his family for what started off as a month long holiday, however..."
"What? How can that be?", IggySingh cried out, interrupting Cicak. "A month of his absence will mean a month of miserable rain? Are you sure?"
"Well actually IggySingh, I hear that Senor Sun is not coming back to Malaysia at all now. He has actually fallen in love with the gentle breezes and the vast blue skies of Jamaica, and regrets that he has had to contend with the Malaysian haze and the Selangor Bus pollution situation for as long as he has... and now he has discovered Jamaica, well..." Cicak trailed off, wringing his front legs together helplessly.
"Not coming back at all?", IggySingh suddenly felt quite dizzy, and had to lie her head back down. She closed her eyes slowly and could feel her little heart beating rapidly against her little rib cage. "Oh, no. He has to come back. Senor Sun has to come back..."
to be continued...
Para ir a la playa? = How do I get to the beach?
"Hello, IggySingh. I have come to visit you. It is too wet and windy out on the porch, and I thought it might be warm and dry inside. Yes, yes, indeed it is. Ahem, may I join you?" Cicak spoke in short staccato baritone sounds, that seemed to vibrate. He looked cold too and was trying to push his enormous glasses back up his nose, as once again they were threatening to fall off.
"Oh, hello Cicak," IggySingh sadly, "Yes. Please do come in. This is miserable weather. I am turning brown."
"Hmmm, yes, yes, tsk tsk. I can see that IggySingh. You are indeed missing Senor Sun. But I am afraid I have some rather bad news," Cicak said, pausing to scratch his neck uncomfortably.
IggySingh could see that Cicak was distressed about something, and immediately remembering her manners, she sat up to ask "Oh dear, is everything all right with Mrs. Cicak and the family?"
Cicak responded, "Oh, ahem, yes, yes, thank you IggySingh. All of us are fine. Junior lost his tail this morning, but he should have a new one all grown back in no time at all. I'm afraid the news I have come to share this evening, is about you."
"What?? Whatever do you mean Cicak?" IggySingh said, suddenly feeling a little afraid, but she continued bravely on, "The bad news is connected to me? How so?"
"Well," Cicak continued, "there is a very strong rumor that Senor Sun has moved to the beaches of Jamaica, where he is meeting up with the broader rays of his family for what started off as a month long holiday, however..."
"What? How can that be?", IggySingh cried out, interrupting Cicak. "A month of his absence will mean a month of miserable rain? Are you sure?"
"Well actually IggySingh, I hear that Senor Sun is not coming back to Malaysia at all now. He has actually fallen in love with the gentle breezes and the vast blue skies of Jamaica, and regrets that he has had to contend with the Malaysian haze and the Selangor Bus pollution situation for as long as he has... and now he has discovered Jamaica, well..." Cicak trailed off, wringing his front legs together helplessly.
"Not coming back at all?", IggySingh suddenly felt quite dizzy, and had to lie her head back down. She closed her eyes slowly and could feel her little heart beating rapidly against her little rib cage. "Oh, no. He has to come back. Senor Sun has to come back..."
to be continued...
a story for children - iggy looks for the sun part 1
Como se llama? = What is your name?
Me llamo IggySingh = My name is IggySingh.
IggySingh is indeed a clever little green iguana. Originally from the rain forests of South America and now living in the busy bustling city of Kuala Lumpur, with a human named Amreeth, IggySingh might only be four years old, but still she knew that something was terribly wrong.
You see, it had been raining for days now, and the sun had completely disappeared from the Malaysian skies. It was not usual for this time of the year at all, and the Monsoon Rains would only come at Christmas, so IggySingh knew something was definitely amiss. At first she was just very sad, and sat very very still looking for her friend Senor Sun carefully in the dark cloudy skies above.
Then on Sunday, after IggySingh had waited for Senor Sun patiently for hours through the gloomy skies, she suddenly realized that the rain was getting heavier and that the thunder and the lightning had started. IggySingh sat up as high as she could then and strained her neck to search for Senor Sun even more vigilantly. Puzzled, perplexed, and feeling quite quite cold, IggySingh was standing alertly up on her back legs, scanning the dark horizons high and low, for some sliver of hopeful rays. But her friend Senor Sun did not give her a single sign.
Now feeling gloomy and even colder, Iggy started to think about what would happen to her if Senor Sun never came back. It made her even more unhappy, and she wondered if she would ever be warm again. IggySingh was starting to lose the brilliant green colors of her natural skin, and as her skin became darker she looked over sadly at her human, Amreeth and gave a couple of very sad head bobs. Amreeth could understand the green iguana sign language perfectly and so understood IggySingh's sad question. Unfortunately her human could not help, as Amreeth too did not know where the Sun had gone.
Amreeth took IggySingh out of her green iguana home, and gave her a long hot bath hoping that the steam and the splashing around would cheer IggySingh up. Amreeth let IggySingh swim for hours but alas, it only helped for as long as the splish-splash session lasted, because when IggySingh climbed out of her bath, she could immediately see the dark grey skies all over again. Now feeling quite warm from the bath, IggySingh climbed and climbed to the very top of her green iguana home. When she finally got to the very top, she lounged dejectedly up on the roof, staring out the firmly closed windows.
"Oh, where did you go, my friend Senor Sun? It has been 3 whole days, and I am so very cold", IggySingh said out loud. On the top of her roof, and away from Amreeth, IggySingh spoke out loud, forgoing the head bobbing that she reserved for Amreeth and other humans. Magically, when alone IggySingh could speak out loud, but shhhh, it was a big big secret. Cicak, the Malaysian common house gecko that lived up in the front porch, had come in to visit IggySingh, and so heard this sad question.
to be continued...
Me llamo IggySingh = My name is IggySingh.
IggySingh is indeed a clever little green iguana. Originally from the rain forests of South America and now living in the busy bustling city of Kuala Lumpur, with a human named Amreeth, IggySingh might only be four years old, but still she knew that something was terribly wrong.
You see, it had been raining for days now, and the sun had completely disappeared from the Malaysian skies. It was not usual for this time of the year at all, and the Monsoon Rains would only come at Christmas, so IggySingh knew something was definitely amiss. At first she was just very sad, and sat very very still looking for her friend Senor Sun carefully in the dark cloudy skies above.
Then on Sunday, after IggySingh had waited for Senor Sun patiently for hours through the gloomy skies, she suddenly realized that the rain was getting heavier and that the thunder and the lightning had started. IggySingh sat up as high as she could then and strained her neck to search for Senor Sun even more vigilantly. Puzzled, perplexed, and feeling quite quite cold, IggySingh was standing alertly up on her back legs, scanning the dark horizons high and low, for some sliver of hopeful rays. But her friend Senor Sun did not give her a single sign.
Now feeling gloomy and even colder, Iggy started to think about what would happen to her if Senor Sun never came back. It made her even more unhappy, and she wondered if she would ever be warm again. IggySingh was starting to lose the brilliant green colors of her natural skin, and as her skin became darker she looked over sadly at her human, Amreeth and gave a couple of very sad head bobs. Amreeth could understand the green iguana sign language perfectly and so understood IggySingh's sad question. Unfortunately her human could not help, as Amreeth too did not know where the Sun had gone.
Amreeth took IggySingh out of her green iguana home, and gave her a long hot bath hoping that the steam and the splashing around would cheer IggySingh up. Amreeth let IggySingh swim for hours but alas, it only helped for as long as the splish-splash session lasted, because when IggySingh climbed out of her bath, she could immediately see the dark grey skies all over again. Now feeling quite warm from the bath, IggySingh climbed and climbed to the very top of her green iguana home. When she finally got to the very top, she lounged dejectedly up on the roof, staring out the firmly closed windows.
"Oh, where did you go, my friend Senor Sun? It has been 3 whole days, and I am so very cold", IggySingh said out loud. On the top of her roof, and away from Amreeth, IggySingh spoke out loud, forgoing the head bobbing that she reserved for Amreeth and other humans. Magically, when alone IggySingh could speak out loud, but shhhh, it was a big big secret. Cicak, the Malaysian common house gecko that lived up in the front porch, had come in to visit IggySingh, and so heard this sad question.
to be continued...
Saturday, July 14, 2007
hanging out with the Saturday afternoon...
Buenas tardes = Good afternoon.
Un churro, por favor = A finger-sized fritter, please.
blisss. the start of a week-end = making it through that Friday night crawl on Jalan Sultan Ismail and coming home to blue skies and white fluffy cloud weather. you know just then that the week-end is going to be sweet.
see, i believe in signs. from God. from nature. from the powers that be. unfortunately, most times i have had to mitigate these "signs" in my head so that i am practical. job requirements :) but come Friday night and getting home within just the ONE hour, you know, that's the 1st "sign".
so my happiest week-end is when i get to do NOTHING. that's right.. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
sigh, my most content moment is knowing i have nothing to do. no grocery shopping. no bills to pay. no hair appointments. no facials (i know, real hardships these last 2, hehehe!).
no hanging out with friends (no offence g-friends!). no packing for the work week ahead and wondering which business suits to take along this time, and which working shoes.
knowing that i can just sleep and watch TV and call McD's (or maybe some PizzaHut today??) and sleep some more and wow! watch more TV. as i am not traveling on work. and i can spread the adult activities completely to Day 2.
yes, truth be told, work travel has made me selfish of preserving my time alone. but most importantly my time at home. staying put at 505. i am now unflinchingly proud to be a couch potato!
hanging out with the Saturday afternoon is my best time, personally. as i know i still have the Saturday evening, and then the Saturday night and then i get to wake-up to a whole SUNDAY and another day of doing nothing unless i want to.
of course, the best reason for having a week-end is hanging out with my green baby - IggySingh. 4.5 feet, all teeth and claws, with a manja seeking personality, week-ends are when i can do all her chores and her routines myself, and i get to wake her up and put her to bed, and give her her showers, and cut her sawi, and i get to just hang out, watching TV from a semi-paralyzed position on the couch. hmm... that is the true essence of bliss. watching TV to iguana kisses!
and so we are hanging out with Harry Potter this afternoon, as he wonders why the Goblet Of Fire picked out his name...
Un churro, por favor = A finger-sized fritter, please.
blisss. the start of a week-end = making it through that Friday night crawl on Jalan Sultan Ismail and coming home to blue skies and white fluffy cloud weather. you know just then that the week-end is going to be sweet.
see, i believe in signs. from God. from nature. from the powers that be. unfortunately, most times i have had to mitigate these "signs" in my head so that i am practical. job requirements :) but come Friday night and getting home within just the ONE hour, you know, that's the 1st "sign".
so my happiest week-end is when i get to do NOTHING. that's right.. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.
sigh, my most content moment is knowing i have nothing to do. no grocery shopping. no bills to pay. no hair appointments. no facials (i know, real hardships these last 2, hehehe!).
no hanging out with friends (no offence g-friends!). no packing for the work week ahead and wondering which business suits to take along this time, and which working shoes.
knowing that i can just sleep and watch TV and call McD's (or maybe some PizzaHut today??) and sleep some more and wow! watch more TV. as i am not traveling on work. and i can spread the adult activities completely to Day 2.
yes, truth be told, work travel has made me selfish of preserving my time alone. but most importantly my time at home. staying put at 505. i am now unflinchingly proud to be a couch potato!
hanging out with the Saturday afternoon is my best time, personally. as i know i still have the Saturday evening, and then the Saturday night and then i get to wake-up to a whole SUNDAY and another day of doing nothing unless i want to.
of course, the best reason for having a week-end is hanging out with my green baby - IggySingh. 4.5 feet, all teeth and claws, with a manja seeking personality, week-ends are when i can do all her chores and her routines myself, and i get to wake her up and put her to bed, and give her her showers, and cut her sawi, and i get to just hang out, watching TV from a semi-paralyzed position on the couch. hmm... that is the true essence of bliss. watching TV to iguana kisses!
and so we are hanging out with Harry Potter this afternoon, as he wonders why the Goblet Of Fire picked out his name...
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