Spring Cleaning

Its been a while since I did some spring cleaning, stuff accumulated has taken up space in the storage. So I have allocated the weekend to attend to it. Surprisingly, there's a lot of stuff that invokes the memories that have to be cleared off, even though deep down inside I wish that I could keep it forever.

There has been countless of shoes, some bought on impulse, some after long wait to get it at the sales ..Some of it were of the boys, branded but outgrown, not suitable to be handed over to adik. All those which in good working order found their way to the charity drop off bag, whilst those with missing parts or in need of repair were discarded.

Toys are also getting the same treatment. Along with clothes. And a friend dropped off some groceries to be given away too.

I guess that I have been a sort of keep it for life person. My HRC TShirt was decommissioned by the mrs when I was not around. Its kinda hard for me to let go some of my cherished stuff, but when the time comes, I still need to let it go. Maybe it can be of use for someone else.

I even didn't realised that I have certain stuff stored away in good condition. I didn't realised when it was in storage but when it came to giving it away, I kinda *sayang* to do it. Dunno, maybe its just me..

Talking about spring cleaning, I have decided to give black beauty a facial with the seven seater would follow suit, before raya. Just waiting on the results after this.

Enough of my ramblings ...

In the spriit of 1Malaysia

Work brought me to Penang last Thursday. Upon reaching at the airport, I waited for my pickup. Whilst waiting, a gentlemen of chinese descent approached me and asks whether I'm Jeffrey Tan, as he was supposed to pick him up.

For those who knows me, I don't think that I'm anywhere as Chinese looking as as you would mistake a durian with an orange. OK so maybe my eyes may,
But my complexion is not. I might be Jeffrey Tanbarajah..

So I was a bit perplexed about the matter. Maybe with the mix in Malaysia that rave and creed might be able to be cleared and a true Malaysian will be the norm soon. We could only hope for it. The rest of the day I thought that WOW, I could pass off as a Chinese descent... Hehe

But on the way back, I sat next to a pilot and a foreign student of Indonesian origin. The student asked "Bapak mau pulang ke Jakarta?" Which brought me back to reality. Hmmm....

Take some time off

Received this through email and wanna share it with friends :

A SCHOOL teacher one day spots a scribbled paper from her son and suddenly gets emotional. Her husband, who had just walked in, saw her crying and asked why. She quickly shows her husband the essay and asks him to read it. The husband reads it, thinking it is a homework assignment of one of her students. The essay goes as follows:

Dear God,

Grant me a favour. Please make me into a television. I want to take the place of the TV in my house and I want to have my family around ME. To be taken seriously when I talk.

I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives even when it is not working. I want to have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me.

I want my brother and sister to fight to be with me. I want the whole family just to spend some time with me. And lastly, I want to make my family all happy and entertain them, just like the TV. Please grant me this wish to be a TV.

At that moment the husband paused and said, “Poor kid! What horrible parents he has!’

The wife looked up at him and said, “That essay is our son’s work!”

With all the going ons in recently, I think the article did struck a chord with me.