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the above link was given to me by a colleague, to cheer me up. though i don’t understand a single chinese character, .. to say i don’t know totally is a lie, i do know some very simple ones..heh…you know, those kindergarten stuff, hahaha… anyway, the tune is very nice. you can let it repeats and you won’t get bored. maybe is me. at this time. well, maybe you would like it too.

This is the season of rice dumplings, so said my colleagues. I love it so much, whether it is in or out season.

Anyway, the season just reminded me of how much I yearned for it during the same season a year ago, about 1-2 months after I started to work in Phnom Penh. And the yearning is back! You can imagine how much so when I announced it on my YM ID, took the time to google for the image of rice dumplings, and now blog about it! Haha…

I have been asking for the prices and places where I can get hold of one. (Ohhh, at least one, please….) The price is still outrageous. Averagely US$2.50 for a just-enough bite. So is about RM8.00! I think I can get 3 with the same price back home! (Huh, no?) The reason, the ingredients are imported. Hhmm….

I told a friend about it because her mum is a super-delicious rice dumplings maker. I will be back home this month end, so I casually YM her that I would not be able to make it for the season.

“Is your mum making it this year?”
“Ya”
“Oh, I will only be back this month-end. Looks like I am going to miss it”
“Ya” (silent)

The next few days,
“My mum will make some for you when you are back. I will get the ingredients for her, but no leaves…”
“Yippeee, that is what I was hoping you would say!”

Oh, I am a very frank person. Hahaha….

Oh yeah, while I was sourcing for the best image, I stumbled into a blog site on food, glorious food! (http://pearlyn83.wordpress.com/2007/07/20/chinese-rice-dumplings-buk-changzongzi/). The above mouth-watering image is taken from there. Go, enjoy the rest of the yummy photos there! Ooooo…..

am so upset
that i allow myself
to lower down the protective wall

am so upset
that i allow myself
to be stabbed so much deeper than i have expected

which is more hurtful
the fact that you hurt me or
the fact that i allow myself to get hurt by you

which is more stupid
the fact that i still miss you or
the fact that i allow myself to miss you

strange o strange
stranger in a strange land
living as a strange man
surviving a strange life

*Sigh*. It seems that I have started with a sigh when I chatted with friends or colleagues, even with family member so often lately.

“How are you?”
“Sigh”

“Hi there!”
“Sigh”

“Working late?”
“Sigh”

“Lunch?”
“Sigh”

“Dinner”
“Sigh”

“Hi!”
“Sigh” !!!

And occassionaly, I will just pick someone and start a chat with “sigh”. Hahaha.. Even blogging about it now, I am actually sighing so many times!

*Sigh**Sigh**Sigh* Oh, now it looks like foul language.

a part of me says, we are just friend …
the other part of me says, we are actually more than friend … and you told me so!

a part of me says, you treated me like a toy, when you have the time, you play with me, when you have none, not even a sms to say hi …
the other part of me says, career is more important, you should focus more on that …

a part of me says, is ok, we may not have a future …
the other part of me says, i miss your presence …

a part of me says, i am glad that you have chosen to walk away because i just couldn’t do it …
the other part of me says, i wish you wouldn’t have done that…

a part of me says, you are such a selfish person …
the other part of me says, i shouldn’t blame you, i would have done it if i were in your shoes …

a part of me says, i wish you would have the courage to face it because of me …
the other part of me says, i was the one who asked you not to …

a part of me says, i deserve someone better than you …
the other part of me says, you too deserve the same …

a friend asked, “are you paid to defend him?”
willingly and stupidly i did without pay …

We usually know Him as King of kings and Lord of lords. We forgot that He is also Servant of servants! Be humble, o my soul….

I had a few nightmares lately. Can’t remember what, but I know they are not good. A friend told me recently that she had a nightmare about me too. I was whacked by 3 Indian men! Coincidentally, I was having a problem with one of the three ’special’ men at work. They are not Indian though. No physical attack, only emotionally bruised.

To that friend, thanks for thinking of me too much. Hahaha… I am alright here… so far.


I can’t wait to go home… to meet family and friends…. to laze on my bed… to listen to the chirping of our parakeets… to drive my SLK*… to go through my collection of books, pictures and many other stuff… to shop at the bookstores… to just being at home! 2 weeks break is just too short!  

*small little Kancil

Yesterday I dreamt that I went home. In the dream, I was driving and my passengers were mad with me. I was driving at the wrong side of the road! I was confused. Left or right?

After working a few months here… whenever I meet a person whom I wanted to trust, I quickly remind myself to be careful. Trust no one fully. No matter how this person seems to be genuine, honest, helpful, supportive, … just name any good attributes, still… don’t trust anyone FULLY. Expectation must be lowered, if not, disappointment would be great.

Gone are the days of supportive working environment. Teamwork? Nah. Is a dog-eat-dog world out here. Either you are one of the politician or a follower. I have no preference,  as long as I am in the Neutral Party. The party that I wish exist or mabye I shall start one! Sigh.

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