There is this Weight Loss program that Alfred is undergoing (started on Wed, 11th). He lost 2 kg in 4 days! Still going on strong, don't pray pray!
Basically he stays off carb the first week and maintains a high protein diet, takes peanuts and yoghurt as snacks. The second week he is allowed fruits and then back to very little carb. His progress is monitored via smses sent to him by the company that he purchased the WL program from.He was given a little book (similar to the size of the 555 note book those days when your grandmother gave it to the bread vendor to record all her purchases) that contains Menus - suddenly this book became an all important book; he takes it with him everywhere.
Remember I said I only got to sleep at 5am at Millie's? That fella called me up just before 8am: "Where is my Book?" and "I can't find my book". Bengang or not?
Monday, May 16, 2005
WHEN ARE YOU COMING?
As you all would have known by now, Millie and Ake went to Ch to look for schools for their kids. Left last Tues, 10th arriving tomorrow evening.
You don't know how many times that that that Ang Moh daughter of hers smsed me everyday, "Yee Ma, when are u coming?" Shortly after that, "What time are you coming?" Ten minutes later, "Hurry Up, Lah!"
You see, I promised them I'd go over when they came back from school, to get their dinner ready (although their mother told me I needn't do that, I'm sure she must have prayed that I did so). May Tho would then sleep over to keep an eye over them and to get them ready for school the next day (and of course see to the laundry etc).
So, I'd go over their place with Darren and Beverly after school and sometimes Kim, and then leave before 6pm. And that that that Ang Moh would go. "What? You're leaving so soon? But you just came!" or "Can we go to the playground while you pack?" And, like today, we ended up leaving at 9.30pm, no heart to leave them too early!
Brought them over to our place during the weekend and all of us (except for Kim and Alfred) slept over with them but not before having Roti Canai, Roti Pisang, Roti Sardine, Roti Tissue and Teh Tarik till 1am at the Puchong Mamak stall! You don't know how I suffered at their place. Their room was SOOOO cold (them kids kept saying, "It's not cold at all!"), that my nose was completely blocked, no matter which way I turned my head. Finally dozed off at a little past 5am and slept till 12 noon the next day (Ang Moh and Beverly were still snoring!).
I'm planning to buy a piece of land in the Alps. Let them sleep in the open.
You don't know how many times that that that Ang Moh daughter of hers smsed me everyday, "Yee Ma, when are u coming?" Shortly after that, "What time are you coming?" Ten minutes later, "Hurry Up, Lah!"
You see, I promised them I'd go over when they came back from school, to get their dinner ready (although their mother told me I needn't do that, I'm sure she must have prayed that I did so). May Tho would then sleep over to keep an eye over them and to get them ready for school the next day (and of course see to the laundry etc).
So, I'd go over their place with Darren and Beverly after school and sometimes Kim, and then leave before 6pm. And that that that Ang Moh would go. "What? You're leaving so soon? But you just came!" or "Can we go to the playground while you pack?" And, like today, we ended up leaving at 9.30pm, no heart to leave them too early!
Brought them over to our place during the weekend and all of us (except for Kim and Alfred) slept over with them but not before having Roti Canai, Roti Pisang, Roti Sardine, Roti Tissue and Teh Tarik till 1am at the Puchong Mamak stall! You don't know how I suffered at their place. Their room was SOOOO cold (them kids kept saying, "It's not cold at all!"), that my nose was completely blocked, no matter which way I turned my head. Finally dozed off at a little past 5am and slept till 12 noon the next day (Ang Moh and Beverly were still snoring!).
I'm planning to buy a piece of land in the Alps. Let them sleep in the open.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
EXAM FEVER
It's that time of the year again...mid year exams around the corner! This means no TV (will call up service provider to disconnect cable tv temporarily), no comics (only when tah-peaning), no gameboy...only football and cycling in the field is allowed. I just hate this time of the year!
PS I will menjelma after the exams!
PS I will menjelma after the exams!
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
DIN DIN IN DA RAIN
Labour Day hols: CK and family and Ah Yee were back for a short holiday. Truth is Ah Yee had to have her teeth checked and also they wanted to jenguk on Yee Cheong, so they made the trip home. Simultaneously my family drove to Penang to attend 5 Pak Leong's second sister's husband funeral. (I'll get to that later.)
CK, being the nice guy, as always, drove all the way to PJ to pick up Chew Nga Chee, took her shopping at Ikano and then took her to Rwg. We were to meet up with them for dinner on our way home from Pg.
Something interesting happened on our way home. We were at Bidor when Yee Cheong called me to meet up with him and CK at CK's house in Bk Sentosa. Alfred and I were instructed to pose as buyers of his house. Go figure.
We met at the Bk Beruntung toll and on seeing CK, I demanded to know what percentage of the sale figure would go to us. To put on record, he said 5%. Hmm, u think that's a lot of money, Samm? Hey, c'mon, that amount has to be shared among the 6 of us: Alfred and I, Kim, Jon, Beverly and Darren. Because the kids were also told to play their part by saying positive stuff like, Dad, this house is so big, we can build a swimming pool right here, and, Mom I want the upstairs room, etc etc!
I guess we had shit luck for the tenants were away on holiday! We only pretended to walk around the exterior of the house! Burnlah, the 5%!!
Then we went for dinner at Chee Chin's (ground floor of Heng Yee's karaoke). Ordered steamed tilapia in ginger and wine, nam yue pai kuat, malai fung kong, wok chai taufu with large prawns, fried chicken wings, soft taufu in fragrant shallots and oyster sauce plus three more dishes that we brought from home that Ah Yee cooked, i.e. steamed pak cham choy yeen kai - the yellow skin fragrant variety, large taugeh and minced pork and fried spinach - of course we had to have so much - Heng Yee was also invited! The dishes : damn cun! yummy!
Suddenly all hell broke lose! It started to pour! Everyone ran helter skelter. Pheck Woon and the maid took care of their kids, the rest of us carted the taugeh, choy yeen kai and spinach to safety! But Yee Cheong lost his expensive Chinese tea to the heavy raindrops. (Fortunately the dishes that we ordered had not arrived yet; if they did I guess we'd have to ask Heng Yee, Ah Yee and Alfred to bend over them so that we wouldn't have to kah liu.)
We waited for a while cos there was an empty table in the aircon area. The fourteen of us squeezed into a tiny cubicle, all seated at one miserable table. By this time we were all drenched, not in the raindrops but in our own sweat cos it was so darn hot in the room! The wall fan was faulty - it couldn't swivel and it was blowing towards another table. Suddenly I looked opposite where I was sitting and I..I..was overcome with pity cos..cos..my Feilou, Heng Yee and Ah Yee were all like squished up in one corner... just close your eyes now, and, picture in your mind, three wet, sweaty elephants huddled together and you'll know what I mean.
The dining experience was quite funny though I wouldn't like to be caught in the rain again while eating.
Back to the funeral thingy. Suan Yee's husband (the deceased) had a stroke about 4 years ago. He was about 50 years old then. Their lives took a drastic topsy turvy turn having to accommodate his illness. They had to look for a single storey house because he could no longer walk or stand on his own, let alone walk up the stairs, he became very impatient out of frustration; this made all this children tah laang chaan and everyone agonised over many changes that had to be made.
Fortunately he recovered and was able to walk slowly with a walking stick. But he did not feel the need to walk more than he wanted to and spent most of his time eating and watching tv. Just before his demise, he had asked Suan Yee for a cup of water, but he just could not hold the cup. He knew that it was a second attack. His last words to his wife were, "Suan ah, bye bye ler..this is my second stroke...". He was rushed to the hospital where he never regained consciousness and passed away.
Moral of the story: Eat less salt, exercise; don't lead a sedentary lifestyle, eat moderately. This one's for you, Alfred.
CK, being the nice guy, as always, drove all the way to PJ to pick up Chew Nga Chee, took her shopping at Ikano and then took her to Rwg. We were to meet up with them for dinner on our way home from Pg.
Something interesting happened on our way home. We were at Bidor when Yee Cheong called me to meet up with him and CK at CK's house in Bk Sentosa. Alfred and I were instructed to pose as buyers of his house. Go figure.
We met at the Bk Beruntung toll and on seeing CK, I demanded to know what percentage of the sale figure would go to us. To put on record, he said 5%. Hmm, u think that's a lot of money, Samm? Hey, c'mon, that amount has to be shared among the 6 of us: Alfred and I, Kim, Jon, Beverly and Darren. Because the kids were also told to play their part by saying positive stuff like, Dad, this house is so big, we can build a swimming pool right here, and, Mom I want the upstairs room, etc etc!
I guess we had shit luck for the tenants were away on holiday! We only pretended to walk around the exterior of the house! Burnlah, the 5%!!
Then we went for dinner at Chee Chin's (ground floor of Heng Yee's karaoke). Ordered steamed tilapia in ginger and wine, nam yue pai kuat, malai fung kong, wok chai taufu with large prawns, fried chicken wings, soft taufu in fragrant shallots and oyster sauce plus three more dishes that we brought from home that Ah Yee cooked, i.e. steamed pak cham choy yeen kai - the yellow skin fragrant variety, large taugeh and minced pork and fried spinach - of course we had to have so much - Heng Yee was also invited! The dishes : damn cun! yummy!
Suddenly all hell broke lose! It started to pour! Everyone ran helter skelter. Pheck Woon and the maid took care of their kids, the rest of us carted the taugeh, choy yeen kai and spinach to safety! But Yee Cheong lost his expensive Chinese tea to the heavy raindrops. (Fortunately the dishes that we ordered had not arrived yet; if they did I guess we'd have to ask Heng Yee, Ah Yee and Alfred to bend over them so that we wouldn't have to kah liu.)
We waited for a while cos there was an empty table in the aircon area. The fourteen of us squeezed into a tiny cubicle, all seated at one miserable table. By this time we were all drenched, not in the raindrops but in our own sweat cos it was so darn hot in the room! The wall fan was faulty - it couldn't swivel and it was blowing towards another table. Suddenly I looked opposite where I was sitting and I..I..was overcome with pity cos..cos..my Feilou, Heng Yee and Ah Yee were all like squished up in one corner... just close your eyes now, and, picture in your mind, three wet, sweaty elephants huddled together and you'll know what I mean.
The dining experience was quite funny though I wouldn't like to be caught in the rain again while eating.
Back to the funeral thingy. Suan Yee's husband (the deceased) had a stroke about 4 years ago. He was about 50 years old then. Their lives took a drastic topsy turvy turn having to accommodate his illness. They had to look for a single storey house because he could no longer walk or stand on his own, let alone walk up the stairs, he became very impatient out of frustration; this made all this children tah laang chaan and everyone agonised over many changes that had to be made.
Fortunately he recovered and was able to walk slowly with a walking stick. But he did not feel the need to walk more than he wanted to and spent most of his time eating and watching tv. Just before his demise, he had asked Suan Yee for a cup of water, but he just could not hold the cup. He knew that it was a second attack. His last words to his wife were, "Suan ah, bye bye ler..this is my second stroke...". He was rushed to the hospital where he never regained consciousness and passed away.
Moral of the story: Eat less salt, exercise; don't lead a sedentary lifestyle, eat moderately. This one's for you, Alfred.
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