I’ve been wanting to blog about this for some time but haven’t got round to it. The animated discussion at Sharon’s blog (What we need – April 29) prompted me to hammer this out.
What sells books? That’s the million dollar question on every author’s lips. Nobody wants to pour sweat and blood over a book to see it waddling out of book shops like a pregnant duck. (more…)
Ah Por walks slowly. She shuffles along with her cane, stopping by now and then to peer around her. What she sees with those long-sighted, short-sighted and cataracted eyes, I don’t know. She said she has gone for an eye-operation, laser no less, to treat her blighted eyes but it didn’t seem to have done her any good. Her weak legs are still as feeble – all the medicine and acupunture that have been pumped in haven’t helped much in her movement.
Aiyo, Ah Por, hurry up, can or not? I cannot stand it anymore. Let me get into my car, drive ten kilometres, get down, pop the envelope into the box, drive home and ta-da, mission accomplished in forty minutes. Beats hobbling around you for an hour with nothing to show for it. (more…)
I know you’re all wondering what I’ve been up to. As mentioned in my last comment box, I had some problems with the modem. I don’t want to talk about it, because people will say, “Once bitten twice shy. Three times bitten, go and die.” In which case I should be dead.
Anyway, it is good to go through ten days without the Internet beckoning to me like a temptress. As Tunku Halim said, blogging is a time stealer. It is. Not just blogging, but mindless surfing in the name of research.
Ah… I can hear thunder in the distance. Be gone, you fiend! (Make sign of cross.)
Some people can be so kiasu. At the fishmonger’s, all I had to do was to finger some fish and immediately, he wanted to scoop up the fish to weigh. Hello, uncle. No need to rush. Let me examine the fish first and give the okay, then you can weigh it. I know where he’s coming from, fast action on his part can kill customer’s indecisiveness and net a quick sale. But I don’t like to be pushed like this. Each fish that I touched, he wanted to weigh. Aiyo, geramnya. I should touch every fish on the counter and let him weigh every piece but walk away without buying anything. I didn’t though. Next time he does that again, I just might.
At the same market, the chicken vendor kept giving me the cheap spin. “Very cheap only, very cheap only,” she said. Yet, when I asked for the price, she didn’t say. After weighing the chicken, she asked, “How you want it to be cut?” I asked “How much?” She repeated, “How you want it to be cut?” I asked again, “How much?” enunciating every word clearly. Still she didn’t say. I think she’s got a hearing problem. Maklumlah, she’s an old woman.
Fortunately the vegetable seller didn’t give me any grief this morning. If he had, I might’ve thrown the fish and chicken at him.
Anyone up for a scriptwriting contest? For more details, go to Finas.
Unit Skrip dan Produksi FINAS kini membuka penyertaan bagi Pertandingan Penulisan Skrip 2007 bertemakan ‘Paparan Realiti Kehidupan Berdasarkan Bangsa Malaysia’. Pertandingan ini terbahagi kepada tiga kategori iaitu :
Bagi kategori filem cereka, pemenang pertama bakal memenagi RM15,000, tempat kedua RM10,000 dan ketiga RM7,000. Manakala RM5,000 ganjaran kepada 3 pemenang saguhati. Kategori filem dokumentari pula menawarkan hadiah RM10,000 untuk pemenang pertama, kedua (RM7,000), ketiga (RM4,000) dan 3 saguhati (RM2,000). Kategori filem pendek menyediakan RM3,000 (pemenang pertama), RM1,500 (tempat kedua), RM750 (ketiga) dan tiga saguhati (RM400).
For aeons I’d been wanting to make kaya again. The last time I made it was a few years ago. I’d been putting it off as the thought of stirring the kaya at the stove until my hands ache is a sufficient damper. Then out of the blue, I got hit by kaya craving on Monday. (more…)
When you have a baby at 39, this is one of the things that can happen.
Conversation on the way home from no. 4′s JMC music class which started three months ago.
She : Mummy, I already have three friends from music class.
Me : What are their names?
She : I only know one. Melissa.
Me : What clothes was she wearing?
She : Red shirt and pink scarf. Her mummy is not old. (Definitely, she looks like a sweet young thing).
Me : Her mummy is not old? Are you sure?
She : Yes.
Me : Is mummy old?
She : Yes.
Me : How do you know?
She : I look at your face-lah.
Me : Are all the other mummies old? (There are 12 parents in all).
She : Two more not old.
Me : Which one?
She : The one sitting in front of us. And another one also in front.
She’s right. Melissa’s mummy and the other two “not old mummies” seated at the same row as us look younger than the rest. I was the odd one out in that row.
Kids don’t mince their words, do they?
Kimmy gave me a wonderful idea and I’ve executed it here.
Could you please help me spread the word? Put a link in your blog calling for questions for Zany Mum who’s offering parenting advice culled from her seventeen years of mothering experience.
To start the ball rolling, I’m offering three copies of Honk! If You’re Malaysian or Life’s Like That – Scenes from Malaysian Life for the most interesting questions.
Rules :
1. Anyone can participate but prizes will only be mailed to a Malaysian address (sorry, overseas postage is expensive).
2. There’s no limit to the number of questions but they must be emailed to tehlydia@yahoo.com with the subject header Zany Mum.
3. Only one prize per winner.
4. Closing date for this contest : April 30, 2007.
As I receive the questions, I’ll be posting the answers up at Zany Mum’s.
No. 3 was all excited about April 1st. Unfortunately it fell on a Sunday and he wasn’t able to play pranks on his friends at school. I tried to pull a fast one on him.
“There’s a hole in your trousers.” (more…)
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