Voila, la deuxième tentative.

A few notes from the past few weeks which I almost wrote about and then didn’t and now am laying all out there - disjointed as they might be.

• So can’t remember what brought it about, but I thought of my favourite masseuse, Jenny, back in penang, who once told me “I will make feel like you have wings so you can fly” when she was kneading my very tense upper back/shoulder blade area. I wonder how she’s doing.

• Who messes up something as simple as steaming precooked, frozen dim sum? ME. Kau Chee and Siu Mai always remind me of my grandma - Ah Ma (dad’s mum)- who used to go on her daily morning walks and buy back Siu Mai especially (she knew they were my favourite) from the market place for me. It always made me feel special when she did so. In my head, it’s always seemd like Kau Chee and Siu Mai were siblings that shouldn’t be separated though — and I totally had some guilt about preferring one over the other. heh. I should really find some one who can write in Mandarin to help me send a postcard to my Ah Ma. 

• I took a 4 day weekend break just this past weekend. it was good. I needed it. I didn’t realize just how badly. I got to visit a friend whom I hadn’t seen in half a decade in the northern part of france which I hadn’t been to before, and got to chillax with him, his girlfriend, sister and mother. And I totally didn’t feel like a guest at all, they acted just as normally as they would’ve (I think) otherwise. i.e. as the french are wont to be, all tempestuous and full of mock anger at each other and snarky  jibes and teasing and oh the laughter and the warmth and familiarity of people who are so certain of their love for each other. It made me miss home. And when I spoke w/ mum about it yesterday after I got back, she said “Yalor girl, it’s like that one, all close knit families — they all behave the same way, it’s universal.” I can’t wait for Chinese New Year 2010 to arrive.

• This past weekend, I also got to sit in St James’ Park and catch up with another old old friend from college, darling Omondi aka Big O, who was visiting his family in London. Got to introduce him to M’sian food, bubbre tea, and we got tix to go watch Avenue Q on Thursday for only £10!

• Oh, and I saw Galdalf and Prof. X Xavier (Ian McKellen & Patrick Stewart) perform together, LIVE, in Waiting for Godot with Sue on Sunday. That was pretty amazing.

• It sometimes feels like I lead a pretty charmed life, when I make lists of things like that. But then, no, I’ve got a bunion (so my NHS gp said, extremely nonchalantly) which I suspect came from my wearing this really really pretty pair of vintage shoes that I got for £2 a few weekends ago which were just the slightest bit pinchy around the toes — but Maciej says that bone growth takes much longer than that, so it could be due to the wall climbing boots, which are TOTALLY pinchy-pinchy, but so worth the adrenalin rush which comes with climbing walls. But I haven’t gone in a few weeks now, and the inertia of laziness is simply overpowering….and I’ve reverted to schlepping around in my birks. so we’ll see. we’ll see. One thing’s for certain tho - I ain’t gettin’ no foot surgery to remove that darn thing! (it’s barely noticeable, i only noticed it because i’m observant about my feet like that).

• Also, my boobs have been hurting a little bit these past few days. I scare myself into thinking I’m having some kind of chest pain that’s indicative of heart problems. Or bone cancer. I know I know, some of you are prolly thinking “Choi! touchwood, why’d you even say that?!”. But those are my rather real, and very neurotic fears. But they subside. Esp when I comfort myself with the equally ridiculous thought that perhaps I’m having a late-mid-twenties boob growth surge (Leanne-luv, a shout out to you here! heehee). No pain, no gain? Oh hell, did I just write all that for public consumption and commencement of eye rolling of all 6 of you who read this blog. Yeah. I just did. oh well hey.