Security Guards

The management of the place that I’m staying has decided to change the current security guards to that of another company. So, from today onwards, all the familiar faces that I get to see everyday will be replaced with new ones.

It feels a little strange.

There are a few guards that recognises me even though I’ve never spoken to them before. They recognise me by my car and my face. And each time I go in and out of the apartment, I’ll just put my hand up, just as a gesture to say hello or greet. A few of them always respond with a smile and it’s nice.

There is one particular guard who would sometimes pass me The Sun newspaper if it’s still available in the morning when I leave for work. One day he stood in front of the guard house so I didn’t see him sitting inside the guard house. As I pass through the gate and was having my car window winded up, he shouted a hearty “Good Morning”. It was funny because my car has already passed the guard house and my car window half winded up, but because he shouted so loud, I was still able to hear him.

It was a good morning for me.

It feels a little strange…because I think I will miss them.

Hot Hugs

22 July 2007

After taking the steam train (the Lakeside & Haverthwaite Steam Railway) and steam boat across Lake Windermere, we stopped by Grasmere for lunch before we proveed to Glasgow, Scotland. We didn’t know which place to eat. If there was a choice, we’d always go for Chinese or Asian food because having too much Western food doesn’t make us happy.

You should look at our faces whenever we discover a Chinese restaurant! And the way our eyes lit up when we eat!

Anyway, we decided to go into Grasmere Garden Centre where there is a cafe in it. It wasn’t Chinese of course but the food was quite good. We then hang around the shop where I bumped across a toy duck which reminded me of Ducky. Its fur and beak colour is somewhat similar to that of Ducky’s.

I went in search for Iris who was looking at something else at the other corner of the shop to show her that duck. After we had a good look and admiration of the duck, Iris and I went out to the garden to snap some pictures with the flowers.

“Grace, Pappy is looking for you.”


“He’s holding a duck and he wants to show you.” Mummy said.

“Oh…I think I know which duck and I’ve seen it already.”

What’s funny is when I see Pappy holding the duck, came out of the shop, walk towards the garden and showing me the duck from where he stood, his facial expression was depicting that he’s very excited that he found a duck.

I just laughed from where I stood and said “I know!!”

We had to go back to the coach to meet with the tour members before continuing our journey to Glasgow city. As we were walking out, guess what I saw? Pappy holding a plastic bag with a duck in it.


Pappy then handed me the plastic bag and said, “Okay, I bought this for the both of you.”

But I know it is for me!

This is how the duck looks like. There is a few other selection of toys comprising of different animals but there was only a limited selection of it at Grasmere Garden Centre and the duck was among the cuter ones. Or the cutest.

So what’s so special about this duck?

I’ve decided to name it Bebeki as suggested by Iris. Bebek means duck in Bahasa Indonesia. So to rhyme it with Ducky, it’s Bebeki.

What’s so special about Bebeki? First, she’s an English duck and has flown in from far. So, that itself makes her one hell of a duck I would say. At the back of the box where she stood, are some wordings which read:

Just heat up my easily removable tummy in a microwave for 1 minutes, pop it back inside and let me give you a lovely warm cuddle. I'm scented with calming lavender and camomile pure essential oil perfect for helping you get a really good sleep at bedtime.

The only problem now is…I don’t have a microwave.

She’s going to bed with me tonight anyway so I’ll have two ducks. I need them both because I’m not feeling really happy today. It’s an issue of self-esteem and being comfortable under my own skin. A disease which I’ve been trying to fight and conquer since the day I was born. Insecurity and lack of self-confidence to sum it all.

I don’t really know how these two ducks will be able to help me with that…but they’ll help me get through the night.

Good night and sleep tight!

Yong Mek Mek

A friend told me I look gullible. Asked me if I know what a “yong mek mek” is because I look like one.

define:gullible. The result is fleeceable: naive and easily deceived or tricked;

define: yong mek mek. LAMB.

Do I really look like a “yong mek mek”?

And with that, it brings me back to 28 July 2007 where we were shopping at Tesco, Bayswater. We were waiting by the side of the queue for Pappy to buy his lottery. He is trying his luck on the Euro Millions lottery, so that we can go for another UK trip. (But honestly, enough of UK for me now.)

Standing in the line was a lady from Sudan who started a conversation with Mummy.

“You’ve got two beautiful daughters!” She said with a smile.

I smiled too. Who wouldn’t, upon hearing the word “beautiful”?

“How old are they?”

Mummy asked her to guess.

She took a good look at us and said, “15 and 17”.

15 and 17 wei! 😀

“They are 22 and 25.”

“NO WAY!” The Sudanese lady didn’t want to believe it and then she kept insisting my mum is 35 years old.

She turned around and greeted a Pakistani.

“Mualaikum salam.”

This Pakistani guy said he has a Pakistani background and an English foreground. I’m not pretty sure what that means.

The Sudanese lady then asked the Pakistani if he believed what my mum just said.

He looked at both of us again, hesitated and said, “No”.

Pappy is almost done with his lottery and as we walked away towards the exit. A man standing at the back of the line smiled to Mummy. He is from South Africa.

If you want to meet people from all over the world, go to London! I’ve never seen such a diverse and cosmopolitan place.

On a sidenote, I like Tesco in the UK very very much. I have been to several Tesco outlets throughout my trip and everytime I step into a Tesco, I get very happy and excited. I love looking at the chocolate bars, the biscuits. The juices, milk…everything! The chips!

I also love going to Boots and Superdrug, both of which are pharmacies. Like our Guardian in Malaysia. I also like WHSmith.

Actually, I just love getting into a supermarket.