Jessie jots...
Can't believe time flies. Just 2 months ago, I was looking forward to leave the Land of Freedom to the Land of Truly Asia. Now, just a lil over 12 hours before I depart, I'm already a little reluctant. Maybe because I'm finally enjoying the weather? Maybe because I've finally own a routine? Or finally has a pet, the cat? Or the thought of a future addition, the guinea pig which I planned to call Pizza? Whatever it is, it sure feels reluctant. (Pizza was actually Joey's idea)
Anyhoo, I'm still in the middle of packing last minute stuff - toiletries, headbands (haha!), important documents, cat food and books. We're heading to the airport at 8pm tonight for a 11.50pm flight. Planning to have dinner in OC first before we head north to LA and also dropping poor little miss Pipi to her boarding place. I'll be sure to give a big goodbye hug and a big kiss on that cutie pie's cheek... and also collect some of her furs for remembrance. We'll be arriving in Penang airport this Sunday evening at 8.30pm. If you plan to show up, I do not mind the kompang and a 'welcome home banner' if you're deciding to bring any. HAHA J/K :) I prefer a low-key entrance.
This blog will not be updated as much in the future weeks ahead. You're looking at a schedule that is going to be sardine-packed. First week, wedding preparation for the Aussie friends and being with the Chiang fam and combating that jet lag. Second week, off to KL to visit the United States embassy to renew my visa with Hushby and then that weekend is when Hushby flies back here to rescue Ah Pi from her boarding place. Back to work for him, unfortunately! :(
For those in Malaysia, bear in mind that if I don't call or email you that two weeks, it's not that I forget about you. Wait til the third week or so, and you'll see signs of Jessie Chiang popping up again. :) At the mean time, have fun while I'm gone!
5/22/2009
5/20/2009
Turning 27 years old
Jessie jots...
How does 27 feel like? Well, it does feel like a day older, a lot mature and a bit smarter. HAHA If anything, it sure feels more secure and self-assured. It's like finally you know what your beliefs are and now, you really, really know yourself. More comfortable with being more confidence, that's what it is! Suddenly 26 seem so far away... as if it was a teenage year I no longer need.
How did I celebrate it? I woke up that morning and randomly went online to book for a Whale Watching Catamaran cruise. It was only $20 for each of us, and I made a trip with Joey in hope for at least the blue whale, now said to be in season. Was sorry that Hushby couldn't join us that afternoon, but I guess he doesn't mind either since he's prone to motion-sickness. But instead of catching glimpses of whale, which we failed to find any, the captain found us a dozen of Risso Dolphins. It was really amazing to see dolphins in the wild, putting a show for us for more than half an hour.
No candles to blow this time but I still make my wishes secretly, in the shower.... secretly wishing and hoping and prance around for a better year ahead.
How does 27 feel like? Well, it does feel like a day older, a lot mature and a bit smarter. HAHA If anything, it sure feels more secure and self-assured. It's like finally you know what your beliefs are and now, you really, really know yourself. More comfortable with being more confidence, that's what it is! Suddenly 26 seem so far away... as if it was a teenage year I no longer need.
How did I celebrate it? I woke up that morning and randomly went online to book for a Whale Watching Catamaran cruise. It was only $20 for each of us, and I made a trip with Joey in hope for at least the blue whale, now said to be in season. Was sorry that Hushby couldn't join us that afternoon, but I guess he doesn't mind either since he's prone to motion-sickness. But instead of catching glimpses of whale, which we failed to find any, the captain found us a dozen of Risso Dolphins. It was really amazing to see dolphins in the wild, putting a show for us for more than half an hour.
So, the canteen was close for the day and the cook has to be treated... right? After the cruise, Joey and I rushed home and took at least an hour to get all spruced up for dinner. Hushby took 2 minutes to shower, 1 minute to put his clothes on and look awfully handsome, effortlessly. How did he do that?? Anyway, I remember specifically telling him, "No need fancy, shmancy place for dinner, OK? A casual place will do" and "No present for me. Just dinner is fine." But of course, with Hushby, he never obey the rules except for his Wednesday soccer nights.
I knew it was a french restaurant, and Hushby convinced me it has a casual atmosphere and serves reasonably-priced food. Hence, I dressed the way I dress, a white top and a simple skinny jeans with heels. But what do ya know... this place serve more than just filet mignon. It has foie gras (duck liver) and the common French staple, caviar costing at least $130 bucks for what may seem like just a tablespoon to us all. Don't worry, I didn't order that!
And just about before I enter the restaurant, Mr. Tham walked out of the car with a silver shiny box in his hand. Ohhh FOR ME?? Duh... Where did he even hide it??
Here I am, asking if my outfit is OK? If we can afford it and feeling bad for him to get me something but in the end, I accepted the present with an open heart. LOL
So what is it? A little feathered headband. I really, really love it. Love it the bones y'all!!! *shivers* Hushby is getting better at knowing what I like in the recent years. He's been full of tricks and surprises these days, men do get better as they age. Look at him, trying hard to keep a straight face.
I've been trying on that headband every time we stepped into Nordstrom, he must have took note... real good note. I just love the vintage headband to death and couldn't find a cheaper one to substitute the pricier version, so I just kept on trying them until I feel satisfied. But what do ya know, it's mine now. HAHA! If you haven't know yet, I have an obsession with headbands... I have a collection of them and even when I don't look good with it, I still wear them. Mostly at home. But this one... this one will actually make it out of the door! The best fashion invention ever... oh so flattering even on round, poofy head like mine.
I'm not dissapointed I didn't get the usual big hoo-ha birthday cake with candles this year. But it's OK, I think I had something better - a Chocolate Souffle with white foamy whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Carefree indulging with that souffle has resulted in severe body damage now but what can a birthday girl do when that good stuff is in front of her face?
No candles to blow this time but I still make my wishes secretly, in the shower.... secretly wishing and hoping and prance around for a better year ahead.
So it's fun to turn 27. Birthday celebration just gets better with age, don't ya think? I would enjoy my birthday just as much even if it was at a Mamak shop or Char Kuey Teow stall, heck even at KFC. I think it just gets better because you've finally come to a point in life where you finally understand how to appreciate... from what you have accomplished to how far you have come.
We all got a wee bit too much to drink that night from all that champagne and merlot. Hushby just headed straight onto bed while I watched Pipi fell asleep resting her head on the blanket. It was quite funny. Nice time.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes my dear readers.
5/18/2009
The Nourishing May
Jessie jots...
Wow, it has been overwhelming month of May. Already, May is almost over and I have done nothing to pack or unpack. My two big luggages are still stuffed with stuff. I'm not even going to go into details what's in that bag, or you'll be surprise.
With Joey around, I'm constantly on the go. And with this woman, I can never decline her excuses for food. It's always, "Hmm, I'm craving for sushi tonight", or "How about gelato for dessert?". And then of course, with me, you can bet at finding what's the best in town, be it sushi, gelato or ribs. So when Joey eats, I eat - because I too haven't had these food for a long, long time. I try to share with Hushby though, but even that, my jeans is a now officially a tad tighter.
I'm exhausted and had packed on some pounds. Yeah yeah, Jessie whining about her vacay... but honestly, I am a creature of routine. I craved for routine and I'm at my happiest when things is in order. So all these crazy hectic is no good for my soul. I didn't realize how much food we've consume just over three days... until I scan through the pictures this morning... I might just reach out for that detox tea I've had in the drawers forever. Please God don't punish me for being a glutton, it's the sis! She has possessed me!
Some pictures here for you folks, I'll allow them to illustrate in random order.
The Posh Peasant Tea House. For Joey, Pear Plum tea and for me, a Peach Brandy decaf tea. Joey ordered Tuna Sandwich and a bowl of Tomato soup for lunch.
And here, I had a Chicken Avocado Sandwich with a side salad of green arugula, fruits and berries, also garnished with red rose petals. Delish!
Allow me to stress, dessert was not my idea, usually not for lunch - Brownie Cheescake topped with very smooth Vanilla Ice-cream and a non-edible stem of white rose on the side.
Wow, it has been overwhelming month of May. Already, May is almost over and I have done nothing to pack or unpack. My two big luggages are still stuffed with stuff. I'm not even going to go into details what's in that bag, or you'll be surprise.
With Joey around, I'm constantly on the go. And with this woman, I can never decline her excuses for food. It's always, "Hmm, I'm craving for sushi tonight", or "How about gelato for dessert?". And then of course, with me, you can bet at finding what's the best in town, be it sushi, gelato or ribs. So when Joey eats, I eat - because I too haven't had these food for a long, long time. I try to share with Hushby though, but even that, my jeans is a now officially a tad tighter.
I'm exhausted and had packed on some pounds. Yeah yeah, Jessie whining about her vacay... but honestly, I am a creature of routine. I craved for routine and I'm at my happiest when things is in order. So all these crazy hectic is no good for my soul. I didn't realize how much food we've consume just over three days... until I scan through the pictures this morning... I might just reach out for that detox tea I've had in the drawers forever. Please God don't punish me for being a glutton, it's the sis! She has possessed me!
Some pictures here for you folks, I'll allow them to illustrate in random order.
OMG, seriously, am quite ashamed of myself just by looking at the amount of food we ordered. I have 2 monsters with me that evening. So, it wasn't all entirely my fault, right? hehe
Sister Power! At the Sushi Buffet
As if a sea of sushi is not enough, we even went to get some gelato for Joey. I'm having Pistachio with Dark Chocolate Gelato on a waffle cone, shared with Hushby. Joey had Tiramisu.
The Posh Peasant Tea House. For Joey, Pear Plum tea and for me, a Peach Brandy decaf tea. Joey ordered Tuna Sandwich and a bowl of Tomato soup for lunch. Admiring the cottage chic, feminine frilly decor of the tea house
And here, I had a Chicken Avocado Sandwich with a side salad of green arugula, fruits and berries, also garnished with red rose petals. Delish!
Allow me to stress, dessert was not my idea, usually not for lunch - Brownie Cheescake topped with very smooth Vanilla Ice-cream and a non-edible stem of white rose on the side.Luckily, one event of the day didn't involve food. Joey wanted to go to the petting zoo in San Juan Capistrano. As usual, the guinea pigs stole my heart of all the other animals. They are the cutest animal alive!! Oh no wait, that is Pipi. Guinea pigs comes second. Sorry guinea pig lovers... you know who you are.
This guy is the cutest among all the guinea pigs behind me. He sat on my lap the whole time letting me pet and squeeze and pinch - didn't even try to run away from me. Because of him, I might get one in the future. If only Pipi will be nice, I shall bring one home.
Here's the woman whose body process food like a train engine. Here, we're at Salvatore Cucina, an Italian restaurant that serves a 5-course meal at a very, very affordable price. Starting at 12 bucks for a meal, you can start of with an appetizer of Bruschetta, salad, soup with bread, entree of your choice, dessert of your choice and coffee/tea.
The couple. For him, Veal with Brandy sauce and a side of pasta with marinara sauce. For her, baked Rigatoni with Alfredo sauce and Italian sausage.
To top it all off, desserts of our own choice. For Joey, a cheesecake with chocolate trios. For Hushby, Cannolini stuffed with Pistachio and creamy Mascarpone cheese. For me, a classic Tiramisu. Oh so delicious. This is one dessert, I don't regret. hehe
After a few days roaming being a foodie around town, we all get tired. Joey and Pipi sleeping in. I, unfortunately, never had the luxury to sleep in. My biological clock always wake me up, right to the dot.
I sleep like that too when no one's watching. Pipi is just getting too comfortable here on the futon.
We also have done a lot last weekend, I'll update that next. Too many pictures to upload! But for now, allow me to express that I'm getting a little antsy for turning 27 tomorrow. Three years left til I'm a three-decade woman. How fast time flies and I haven't achieve anything yet. Having to wait for this stupid green card thing is putting my career pursuit a halt, and because of that, no babies yet and I'm turning 30. Oh wait, 27 for now... and I have three years left to do something about it. Hope all my dreams and hopes will be realized by then... which will be my wish tomorrow, if there's a cake and some candles in order?
Ah food again!
5/15/2009
Drained
Jessie jots...
Biggest congratulations to Miss Joey Chiang Hoay Jue - now the second person to earn a degree in the family from St. Cloud State University.
Biggest congratulations to Miss Joey Chiang Hoay Jue - now the second person to earn a degree in the family from St. Cloud State University.
In lieu of my sister's graduation, I was also there to work like a peon. Here in the picture below, the furnitures were already gone... thanks to some help from some buffed, handsome gentlemen but the leftover job was the most difficult to go through, as it involve more brain cells to decide what is valuable to pack it in the bag and what is not.
Before
After (in 24 hours)
Woke up at 6am that day, arrived at the Santa Ana airport at 7:30pm. Here's at Laguna Beach for dinner. If I still look good to you, it's not Botox. Trust me, it's the long staying, powerful make up of Nars and Glomineral that helped me look really awake.
Because of the above, I have arrived at a time when schedules are really off and meals times are uncertain. Here's to why I need to say please expect a slowdown in postings, yet again. I apologize for the future lack of updates but please be patient with Jessie Jots, the author is up for high expectations by others right now, so much so that she musn't fail them. Do sympathize that I am physically and emotionally drained after one chaotic week. If you have not come to term to start pitying me... allow me to list my reasons:
1. Haven't had home cook meals for more than one week
2. Spent 10 hours traveling to get to destination
3. Had an amazing time in St. Cloud but was also emotionally draining to part with things that you previously own, now recycled and left in dumpster
4. Helped others to move, now causing arms and legs to shiver
5. Two luggages, one 72 lbs and another 68 lbs. Had to dig belongings out and force ourselves to throw them at a garbage bin, in front of the airline counter to get under 50 lbs each
6. Two carry-on luggage, both about 30 lbs, two purses and one backpack
7. Traveled another 10 hours to get back
8. Upon returning, Hushby and Pip has bonded, ostracizing me! :(
9. Two huge laundry basket waiting for washing
10. Two big bags waiting to unload and repack for another flight next Friday. I wonder what I can pack now Miss Joey has tons of stuff!
All in all, a good experience, in fact, a fun time indeed to meet all old Minnesotan friends to do the catching up - but I'll probably won't be doing it again - for a long time. Maybe I will, but only if I am not there to be a peon.
5/09/2009
The Program Card & Invitation Card Set
Jessie jots...
Erm, I'm not suppose to duplicate any pictures from the website of Charlotte's and Glen's wedding pictures but I can't help it! Please don't report me to the authority. I just want to show you folks how excited I am that these people are holding my program cards. :D
When I printed the program cards by mid-April, I was so afraid that I was not able to send it in time for Charlotte's wedding. In fact, I had to send the package to Detroit where the wedding was held instead of Minneapolis, the usual destination. I was so worried that Charlotte might not get it in time. I didn't have a confirmation that she received it as I lost the tracking slip. But looking at the pictures above, I sigh with a relief!
Back
Oh and also, a couple of pictures to show the formal invitation cards and how they come together.
Formal invitation with purple envelope (Charlotte's)
Erm, I'm not suppose to duplicate any pictures from the website of Charlotte's and Glen's wedding pictures but I can't help it! Please don't report me to the authority. I just want to show you folks how excited I am that these people are holding my program cards. :D
When I printed the program cards by mid-April, I was so afraid that I was not able to send it in time for Charlotte's wedding. In fact, I had to send the package to Detroit where the wedding was held instead of Minneapolis, the usual destination. I was so worried that Charlotte might not get it in time. I didn't have a confirmation that she received it as I lost the tracking slip. But looking at the pictures above, I sigh with a relief!
Front
Back Oh and also, a couple of pictures to show the formal invitation cards and how they come together.
Formal invitation with purple envelope (Charlotte's)
The set of formal invitation card (including Valet Parking, RSVP, Registry and Direction card)
After all the crazy planning and busy schedules, I'm sure now Charlotte and Glen can kick back, relax and enjoy their honeymoon. I know I'd probably said this the umpteenth time but my heartiest congratulations to you both once again. The wedding pictures are beautiful and so are both of you.
5/08/2009
One Friday
Jessie jots...
Am having the most stress out Friday of all time. Usually, I take Friday as a day to unwind, slowly sliding myself to the weekends and relax for more self-indulging activities. This weekend though, I'm up for a handful of events to attend to - pack my bags, get up early for flight, transit, fly somemore, rental car, drive, unpack, meet old friends, convocation, meet friends, clean up apartment, celebrate, move out, sell furnitures, drop off keys, more driving and more time flying with old stale air.
But let's or allow me to post some of the pictures I took over a few weekends ago. They are my current obsession, and here's to why I like them. Hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do.
Succulents - my dream is to own some, but if only my thumb can be a lil bit greener.
A double-chin Bugs Bunny - Too cute isn't it? Was in the petting zoo, I had to join the kids.
My dream courtyard - white picket fence and flower plants everywhere.
The Lemur Stretch - Kinda reminded me King Julian when he was dancing in the movie Madagascar.
But of course that is not King Julian but our very own Ah Pi
My second pic with Ah Pi after a long time - taken with Tim's iPhone 
And lastly, Hushby's workplace view - I love to get there early to pick him up when I have the car. The hills calm me down after whole day driving running errands.
Am having the most stress out Friday of all time. Usually, I take Friday as a day to unwind, slowly sliding myself to the weekends and relax for more self-indulging activities. This weekend though, I'm up for a handful of events to attend to - pack my bags, get up early for flight, transit, fly somemore, rental car, drive, unpack, meet old friends, convocation, meet friends, clean up apartment, celebrate, move out, sell furnitures, drop off keys, more driving and more time flying with old stale air.
But let's or allow me to post some of the pictures I took over a few weekends ago. They are my current obsession, and here's to why I like them. Hope you'll enjoy them as much as I do.
Succulents - my dream is to own some, but if only my thumb can be a lil bit greener. 
A double-chin Bugs Bunny - Too cute isn't it? Was in the petting zoo, I had to join the kids.
My dream courtyard - white picket fence and flower plants everywhere.
The Lemur Stretch - Kinda reminded me King Julian when he was dancing in the movie Madagascar.
But of course that is not King Julian but our very own Ah Pi
My second pic with Ah Pi after a long time - taken with Tim's iPhoneAnd lastly, Hushby's workplace view - I love to get there early to pick him up when I have the car. The hills calm me down after whole day driving running errands.
And I hope these pictures help you to unwind too. Have a great weekend peeps :)
5/06/2009
Annoying
Jessie jots...
My horoscope for May 6, 2009 says:
And so I did!
Amazingly, I've just been getting one annoying email after another lately. This one top off the annoying chart! Read it for laughs. I am not keeping what this guy said in my heart although I did report the guy off to the Facebook admin for the profanity and persistent messages because he was also harassing some other people, I learned.
April 28th
Action: JoSi added me on Facebook. I do not know him, so I kindly and playfully asked for an introduction.
JC: er yes? siapo nih? (Er yes? Who is this?)
JoSi: eh, orang nih cakap loghat kelaten eh (Eh, somebody speaking in the Kelantan dialect)
JC: kelaten u punya kepale otak (Kelantan, your head!)
JoSi: ahahahhahahahhahaa$QA#$A#$ havent heard that kinda line in a longgg time. nicee one there
May 6
JoSi: hello u there wake up
JC: what do u want?
JoSi: u asked who am i and im continuing the conversation
JC: i no longer need to know and u can stop the conversation.
JoSi: do you like being an asshole? of course I should have known form message no.2! its easy to be a bitch im sure you get along fine and dont mind if i paste this conversation under "Conversation 101 : How to be an asshole " post soon
JC: sure, suit yourself. you have my permission to also quote me on that. :D you were the one who decided NOT to introduce yourself when i asked who you were and now u want to be pissed. sad juvenile case.
JoSi: oh look who suddenly started writing in proper full sentence. i see we have quite a number of common friends, and i look forward to the day i get to tell you off in person. We'll see how you start dignifying your response with "kelaten u punya kepale otak " Aha ! Youre probably one of those online bullies talk loud smart and sharp but a coward in real life. I had no agenda, no threat, no idea that its fancy to be rude for people like you. You and your type disgust me. So FUCK OFF
JC: Your common friends and I agree that you were already a notorious prick back in the days of KDU and LKW, advising me to be cautious - stating unpredictability and annoying in your part - boy were they right! Too bad you didn't learn a lesson, even after your girlfriend left you. But good for her, nobody deserves to be with an ignorant, egoistic man who only enjoys judging and befriending strangers from the internet. You're telling me to Eff Of? Why don't you do so? Hint: you can stop messaging me. Period. :) Have a nice day.
So what did I learn today? Hmm, let's see... That people can still be so disrespectful, so immature and so moronic. Isn't that why WAR still exist? Unlucky me to have to go to deal with this man, hoping to open up his brain with a sensible chat but he didn't learn! What can I say... they are the people who just couldn't care less about what's happening in the world, who couldn't care less about what's really in other's people mind and they are the people whose world revolves around the internet. If I may add, they are also probably are of those people who cares if they could catch up with the latest Coach bag, an iPhone and probably even throw rubbish mindlessly without recycling them.
Pardon me about the last part, I've been too judgmental. But let's hope this guy is not prowling in the internet further harassing other girls too. Watch out!
My horoscope for May 6, 2009 says:
Talk to someone you never thought about talking to before. You'll learn something.
And so I did!
Amazingly, I've just been getting one annoying email after another lately. This one top off the annoying chart! Read it for laughs. I am not keeping what this guy said in my heart although I did report the guy off to the Facebook admin for the profanity and persistent messages because he was also harassing some other people, I learned.
April 28th
Action: JoSi added me on Facebook. I do not know him, so I kindly and playfully asked for an introduction.
JC: er yes? siapo nih? (Er yes? Who is this?)
JoSi: eh, orang nih cakap loghat kelaten eh (Eh, somebody speaking in the Kelantan dialect)
JC: kelaten u punya kepale otak (Kelantan, your head!)
JoSi: ahahahhahahahhahaa$QA#$A#$ havent heard that kinda line in a longgg time. nicee one there
May 6
JoSi: hello u there wake up
JC: what do u want?
JoSi: u asked who am i and im continuing the conversation
JC: i no longer need to know and u can stop the conversation.
JoSi: do you like being an asshole? of course I should have known form message no.2! its easy to be a bitch im sure you get along fine and dont mind if i paste this conversation under "Conversation 101 : How to be an asshole " post soon
JC: sure, suit yourself. you have my permission to also quote me on that. :D you were the one who decided NOT to introduce yourself when i asked who you were and now u want to be pissed. sad juvenile case.
JoSi: oh look who suddenly started writing in proper full sentence. i see we have quite a number of common friends, and i look forward to the day i get to tell you off in person. We'll see how you start dignifying your response with "kelaten u punya kepale otak " Aha ! Youre probably one of those online bullies talk loud smart and sharp but a coward in real life. I had no agenda, no threat, no idea that its fancy to be rude for people like you. You and your type disgust me. So FUCK OFF
JC: Your common friends and I agree that you were already a notorious prick back in the days of KDU and LKW, advising me to be cautious - stating unpredictability and annoying in your part - boy were they right! Too bad you didn't learn a lesson, even after your girlfriend left you. But good for her, nobody deserves to be with an ignorant, egoistic man who only enjoys judging and befriending strangers from the internet. You're telling me to Eff Of? Why don't you do so? Hint: you can stop messaging me. Period. :) Have a nice day.
So what did I learn today? Hmm, let's see... That people can still be so disrespectful, so immature and so moronic. Isn't that why WAR still exist? Unlucky me to have to go to deal with this man, hoping to open up his brain with a sensible chat but he didn't learn! What can I say... they are the people who just couldn't care less about what's happening in the world, who couldn't care less about what's really in other's people mind and they are the people whose world revolves around the internet. If I may add, they are also probably are of those people who cares if they could catch up with the latest Coach bag, an iPhone and probably even throw rubbish mindlessly without recycling them.
Pardon me about the last part, I've been too judgmental. But let's hope this guy is not prowling in the internet further harassing other girls too. Watch out!
5/05/2009
A Visit to the Malaysian Embassy
Jessie jots...
We had to go to Los Angeles today. Hushby took a half day off and I co-pilot the drive. We bought McDonald's breakfast on the go and venture out of O.C. only to get stuck in the jam as we approach LA downtown. It was so stressful, not to mention, anxious to stop intermittently in the busy freeway. Hushby started stressing out too being the driver. There were just too many vehicles on the road, too much carbon monoxide and I noted the rubbish surrounding us, laying on each sides of the 6 lanes road as soon as we drove pass Disneyland in Santa Ana. As always, it's never a pretty sight driving down the profanity, graffiti-filled walls and broken bottles besides the freeways of Los Angeles. Despite being known for its entertainment business, rich and famous celebrities, and all that glamor talk of Beverly Hills, I never like LA, even just looking at its congested airport. Plastic bags floating by the police cars parked in the corner where vandalised street and exit signs were just another common thing to the locals. And here we are, two anxious and stress Malaysian in this foreign and filthy town, in search of the 4th Street in downtown Los Angeles.
JC: "No no noooo... turn right here! Turn now... Oh damn you missed it!!"
Hushby: "It's ok, it's ok... we're still safe. I can take the next exit."
GPS: Recalculating...
GPS: Recalculating... turn right on 6th street.
JC: "Don't listen to her already. GRRRRrr You didn't look at the exit sign! If you could just listen to me..."
Hushby: "It's ok, it's ok. We'll take 8th Street exit... We're ok. This stupid GPS is so stupid"
JC: "She is a computer! UGh grrrrr.... turn now. Wait, car car car... ok, go"
GPS: Recalculating. Keep right onto California one one zero.
Hushby: "Where now?"
JC: "Er.. Keep right here... yup, right. RIGHT! This is not right, mister!"
Hushby: "No.... correct, we're on the right lane"
JC: "No, you're on the left lane!"
GPS: Keep right on California one one zero...
Hushby: "Ok Wait, I see 6th street. We're getting there... Shhh"
JC: "How do we know where to park?"
GPS: "Turn left and arrived at 550 South Hope Street"
JC: "You are going to turn left, keep left now... now, faster, no car behind you"
Hushby: "Wait, I see parking"
Saw a billboard that says "Park All Day $20.00. Every 20 mins for $3.00".
Hushby: "Do you think it's OK if we park here? Can you walk?"
JC: "Well... if it's not 10 miles away..." *rolling the eyes*
Hushby: "OK, I'll park here. I don't want to go too far"
JC: Humming
So Hushby drove into the plaza after the $3.00 sign. I reeled my window down and a clean-shaven parking attendant, clad in white shirt, a neck tie and a black khakis walked towards our car, already ready to open the door for me.
Attendant: "Hello ma'am, welcome"
JC: "Hi" *Reaching the hand out to grab the ticket"
Attendant looking at JC, JC looking at attendant.
JC: *Puzzle* "No more space?"
Attendant: "I can park for you."
JC looked at Hushby, "Duh"
Attendant finally get to open the door for me. I had to admit as much as I was feeling bad that we were going to spend more for this parking ticket than we going to do for lunch, I was feeling a tad gorgeous to arrive in style, a little like Queen Elizabeth sans the hat fashion as I stepped out of the car, grabbing my oversize tote. Then the OCD in me knew I had to throw something when I arrived LA and so, I quickly caught the McD paper bag laying down on the leg compartment, reminding me to throw our stale coffee away before anyone would notice it. In this case, the valet person. Oh well, not that glamorous anymore.
Attendant: "Parking all day, sir?"
Hushby: "No no, just an hour the max."
Attendant: "No problem sir."
Attendant drove the car, and we walked out of the parking plaza.
JC whispers: "Hey, not bad... first class service."
Hushby: "I didn't know it was a valet parking"
JC: "Yeah, me neither. I don't see the sign says that"
Hushby: "Yeah, what a rip off"
JC: "It's OK, we don't know our way here. Couldn't have known better"
Hushby: "I could have drove around somemore and look"
JC: "It's Okayy, the building it's just opposite us... let's not fret about it. Good thing it's convenient"
Hushby: "Is it opposite us?"
JC: "Yes, look. I think it is. Let's go. It's just 3 bucks"
Hushby: "Oh great, now I have to tip them"
JC: "How much are you going to give them? 10 bucks?"
Hushby: "OK ok, let's go..."
Look at us bickering, early in the morning.
So we walked into the sky-high brown shiny building located on 5th street, just in time for the Malaysian Embassy to open their suite 400 for us to visit. Luckily for us, it was one of those Sunday afternoon when we had too much free time on hand, we took our passport out just to laugh at one another faces, and only to find out, Mr. Tham's passport has expired! Hushby called the Malaysian Embassy the very next day and set a time for himself to get an emergency travel document for us to enter Penang without hassle.
Taking the elevator up to the 4th floor of the office-like building, we felt the presence of the Malaysian air immediately. Fine Malaysian pewter wares were display left side of the entrace and on the right, crude ceramic jar painted in brown and green color reminisce of our 'kampung' (village) way to cool water. Immediately after, a long strawberry blonde American lady murmurs on the phone with another Malaysian I presumed, also dealing with an expired passport cause' I eavesdrop, as usual. She told us to go into the room next door and wait until our turn is called.
We walked into the room next door and there's three other counters all separating the visitors and the employees with a glass wall. On the other side, I see the consulates offices. A Malay lady at present to talk to a Chinese visitor. Now I see some Malaysians, walking around, working and talking in the Manglish (Malaysian+English) way. I love it. Sounds like home already. The smell of Kari Ayam (Chicken Curry) and warm rice sitting on the rattan mat waiting for me is pleasantly welcoming. Then, OH snap!
Why is Pak Lah's (Malaysia's former Prime Minster) face still on the wall? As his picture hang high on the wall, presented along with Agung and the Pemaisuri (King and Queen) in their traditional royal outfit. Wouldn't the consulate care to replace Pak Lah's with Najib's photo now? Maybe they don't really care about the current politic chaos... but it has been a month. Maybe Najib didn't get a chance to go to the photo studio yet.
My thoughts were scattered everywhere as we waited for our turn to be called out. I looked around, being nosy and eavedrops too much. Hushby as usual, calm and effortlessly handsome, living in the moment kind of gent. I, on the other hand, was self-conscious with my 2-dollar yellow batik top I snatched out of a Wet Seal sales rack (I know it's embarassing that I still shop there), pairing it with my three quarter funky jeans, and the famous canary pointy flats.... which turns out to be a bit too picnic-like for this formal place! I can't tell you how embarass I was expecting to feel if they ever spot my Wet Seal top secret hole just on the right armpit and possibly my silver bra strap that always peep out from the neck boat collar. I should have overdress! And put some mascara on... but I was too sleepy this morning after a gruesome 2 hour dentist visit the day before.
Then a young, darker-skin Malay guy whom I like to call Ahmad, smiled at us with an approval nod for our turn. Ahmad greeted us and gave us the warm Malaysian smile. The now seem to be quite rare Malaysian hospitality was much needed, just enough to throw all insecurities out the door. He went through the fill-out forms carefully scanning them and continue to smile. We exhanged a brief chat about the weather being a little hot today, then Hushby printed his thumb and we were all set to pick the emergency travel document next week. Just as easy as that. How I wish back home, all government sector would work this way. Fast, easy and classy!
We walked out of that sky-high building located on 5th street, feeling very, very satisfied to get a glimpse of other Malaysian lives who reside in the US. I almost wanted to ask Ahmad, "can we come over for ketupat? Boleh? Teh tarik boleh?" (Rice dumpling? Can? Milk tea then?) Now that would have been way too much but seriously, if only he would invite us over for Raya, I'll be no. 1 on the bandwagon.
An hour drive later, we arrived to Laguna Niguel's sparkling clean town with of that famous sight of swaying palm trees and thoughtful landscaping at every corner, completely in absent of broken glasses, graffiti on the wall and homeless people on the street. My anxiety level came down and even Hushby voice seem to soothe me over.
Hushby quickly say "Ahh... Back to reality!" Yep, home it is. I was in Malaysia for 20 minutes.
We had to go to Los Angeles today. Hushby took a half day off and I co-pilot the drive. We bought McDonald's breakfast on the go and venture out of O.C. only to get stuck in the jam as we approach LA downtown. It was so stressful, not to mention, anxious to stop intermittently in the busy freeway. Hushby started stressing out too being the driver. There were just too many vehicles on the road, too much carbon monoxide and I noted the rubbish surrounding us, laying on each sides of the 6 lanes road as soon as we drove pass Disneyland in Santa Ana. As always, it's never a pretty sight driving down the profanity, graffiti-filled walls and broken bottles besides the freeways of Los Angeles. Despite being known for its entertainment business, rich and famous celebrities, and all that glamor talk of Beverly Hills, I never like LA, even just looking at its congested airport. Plastic bags floating by the police cars parked in the corner where vandalised street and exit signs were just another common thing to the locals. And here we are, two anxious and stress Malaysian in this foreign and filthy town, in search of the 4th Street in downtown Los Angeles.
JC: "No no noooo... turn right here! Turn now... Oh damn you missed it!!"
Hushby: "It's ok, it's ok... we're still safe. I can take the next exit."
GPS: Recalculating...
GPS: Recalculating... turn right on 6th street.
JC: "Don't listen to her already. GRRRRrr You didn't look at the exit sign! If you could just listen to me..."
Hushby: "It's ok, it's ok. We'll take 8th Street exit... We're ok. This stupid GPS is so stupid"
JC: "She is a computer! UGh grrrrr.... turn now. Wait, car car car... ok, go"
GPS: Recalculating. Keep right onto California one one zero.
Hushby: "Where now?"
JC: "Er.. Keep right here... yup, right. RIGHT! This is not right, mister!"
Hushby: "No.... correct, we're on the right lane"
JC: "No, you're on the left lane!"
GPS: Keep right on California one one zero...
Hushby: "Ok Wait, I see 6th street. We're getting there... Shhh"
JC: "How do we know where to park?"
GPS: "Turn left and arrived at 550 South Hope Street"
JC: "You are going to turn left, keep left now... now, faster, no car behind you"
Hushby: "Wait, I see parking"
Saw a billboard that says "Park All Day $20.00. Every 20 mins for $3.00".
Hushby: "Do you think it's OK if we park here? Can you walk?"
JC: "Well... if it's not 10 miles away..." *rolling the eyes*
Hushby: "OK, I'll park here. I don't want to go too far"
JC: Humming
So Hushby drove into the plaza after the $3.00 sign. I reeled my window down and a clean-shaven parking attendant, clad in white shirt, a neck tie and a black khakis walked towards our car, already ready to open the door for me.
Attendant: "Hello ma'am, welcome"
JC: "Hi" *Reaching the hand out to grab the ticket"
Attendant looking at JC, JC looking at attendant.
JC: *Puzzle* "No more space?"
Attendant: "I can park for you."
JC looked at Hushby, "Duh"
Attendant finally get to open the door for me. I had to admit as much as I was feeling bad that we were going to spend more for this parking ticket than we going to do for lunch, I was feeling a tad gorgeous to arrive in style, a little like Queen Elizabeth sans the hat fashion as I stepped out of the car, grabbing my oversize tote. Then the OCD in me knew I had to throw something when I arrived LA and so, I quickly caught the McD paper bag laying down on the leg compartment, reminding me to throw our stale coffee away before anyone would notice it. In this case, the valet person. Oh well, not that glamorous anymore.
Attendant: "Parking all day, sir?"
Hushby: "No no, just an hour the max."
Attendant: "No problem sir."
Attendant drove the car, and we walked out of the parking plaza.
JC whispers: "Hey, not bad... first class service."
Hushby: "I didn't know it was a valet parking"
JC: "Yeah, me neither. I don't see the sign says that"
Hushby: "Yeah, what a rip off"
JC: "It's OK, we don't know our way here. Couldn't have known better"
Hushby: "I could have drove around somemore and look"
JC: "It's Okayy, the building it's just opposite us... let's not fret about it. Good thing it's convenient"
Hushby: "Is it opposite us?"
JC: "Yes, look. I think it is. Let's go. It's just 3 bucks"
Hushby: "Oh great, now I have to tip them"
JC: "How much are you going to give them? 10 bucks?"
Hushby: "OK ok, let's go..."
Look at us bickering, early in the morning.
So we walked into the sky-high brown shiny building located on 5th street, just in time for the Malaysian Embassy to open their suite 400 for us to visit. Luckily for us, it was one of those Sunday afternoon when we had too much free time on hand, we took our passport out just to laugh at one another faces, and only to find out, Mr. Tham's passport has expired! Hushby called the Malaysian Embassy the very next day and set a time for himself to get an emergency travel document for us to enter Penang without hassle.
Taking the elevator up to the 4th floor of the office-like building, we felt the presence of the Malaysian air immediately. Fine Malaysian pewter wares were display left side of the entrace and on the right, crude ceramic jar painted in brown and green color reminisce of our 'kampung' (village) way to cool water. Immediately after, a long strawberry blonde American lady murmurs on the phone with another Malaysian I presumed, also dealing with an expired passport cause' I eavesdrop, as usual. She told us to go into the room next door and wait until our turn is called.
We walked into the room next door and there's three other counters all separating the visitors and the employees with a glass wall. On the other side, I see the consulates offices. A Malay lady at present to talk to a Chinese visitor. Now I see some Malaysians, walking around, working and talking in the Manglish (Malaysian+English) way. I love it. Sounds like home already. The smell of Kari Ayam (Chicken Curry) and warm rice sitting on the rattan mat waiting for me is pleasantly welcoming. Then, OH snap!
Why is Pak Lah's (Malaysia's former Prime Minster) face still on the wall? As his picture hang high on the wall, presented along with Agung and the Pemaisuri (King and Queen) in their traditional royal outfit. Wouldn't the consulate care to replace Pak Lah's with Najib's photo now? Maybe they don't really care about the current politic chaos... but it has been a month. Maybe Najib didn't get a chance to go to the photo studio yet.
My thoughts were scattered everywhere as we waited for our turn to be called out. I looked around, being nosy and eavedrops too much. Hushby as usual, calm and effortlessly handsome, living in the moment kind of gent. I, on the other hand, was self-conscious with my 2-dollar yellow batik top I snatched out of a Wet Seal sales rack (I know it's embarassing that I still shop there), pairing it with my three quarter funky jeans, and the famous canary pointy flats.... which turns out to be a bit too picnic-like for this formal place! I can't tell you how embarass I was expecting to feel if they ever spot my Wet Seal top secret hole just on the right armpit and possibly my silver bra strap that always peep out from the neck boat collar. I should have overdress! And put some mascara on... but I was too sleepy this morning after a gruesome 2 hour dentist visit the day before.
Then a young, darker-skin Malay guy whom I like to call Ahmad, smiled at us with an approval nod for our turn. Ahmad greeted us and gave us the warm Malaysian smile. The now seem to be quite rare Malaysian hospitality was much needed, just enough to throw all insecurities out the door. He went through the fill-out forms carefully scanning them and continue to smile. We exhanged a brief chat about the weather being a little hot today, then Hushby printed his thumb and we were all set to pick the emergency travel document next week. Just as easy as that. How I wish back home, all government sector would work this way. Fast, easy and classy!
We walked out of that sky-high building located on 5th street, feeling very, very satisfied to get a glimpse of other Malaysian lives who reside in the US. I almost wanted to ask Ahmad, "can we come over for ketupat? Boleh? Teh tarik boleh?" (Rice dumpling? Can? Milk tea then?) Now that would have been way too much but seriously, if only he would invite us over for Raya, I'll be no. 1 on the bandwagon.
An hour drive later, we arrived to Laguna Niguel's sparkling clean town with of that famous sight of swaying palm trees and thoughtful landscaping at every corner, completely in absent of broken glasses, graffiti on the wall and homeless people on the street. My anxiety level came down and even Hushby voice seem to soothe me over.
Hushby quickly say "Ahh... Back to reality!" Yep, home it is. I was in Malaysia for 20 minutes.
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