The Saturday and Sunday Before This Week's.
Saturday afternoon..
I finished watching Attention Please アテンションプリーズ.
Image from DramaWiki
I spent two afternoon watching that Japanese drama. It tells the story of a girl Misaki Yoko, played by Ueto Aya, on her journey to be a qualified cabin crew. Along the way, she discovered herself and tested her limits. Being the last in class, she stopped attending her classes few times. But her trainer Mikami Tamaki, played by Maya Miki, found herself attracted (not the les type of attraction, mind you) to this young girl and never gave up on her due to some reasons that were only unearthed in the second last episode.
Seeing her transition from no skill no anything nobody to a qualified cabin crew made me see the process that I’m going through too.
We cannot be competent in just a blink of the eyes. We cannot acquire all knowledge in just a minute. Being really really good takes time and effort. We have high expectations of ourselves, but when we cannot reach the level that we are aiming for, we sulk, we give up, not knowing that it’s time to push ourselves harder to reach that goal. Some people are blessed to realise it in time to pick themselves up to try harder, some just gave up forever.
Being in schools (universities, training centres etc) means we can make mistakes and learn from them without a very heavy price to pay. The most that we have to pay is probably receiving a good scolding from our tutors for being not thorough enough We can ask questions without being judge on our competency because we are, after all, still carrying the name tag ‘STUDENT’. Schools prepare us as fully as they can for our journey ahead. But when we are let out to the real world where every human contact is by chance and every situation is real, can we face it? Do all the books that we read, all the marks that we have scored during exams prepare us for these? Hell, no. Well, at least not for me for the time being. I was not taught how to deal with short tempered patients. I was not taught how to deal with patients who do not speak my languages.
I’m more motivated and determined after watching this drama.
No body is stopping us from being the best we can except ourselves.
Seeing her transition from no skill no anything nobody to a qualified cabin crew made me see the process that I’m going through too.
We cannot be competent in just a blink of the eyes. We cannot acquire all knowledge in just a minute. Being really really good takes time and effort. We have high expectations of ourselves, but when we cannot reach the level that we are aiming for, we sulk, we give up, not knowing that it’s time to push ourselves harder to reach that goal. Some people are blessed to realise it in time to pick themselves up to try harder, some just gave up forever.
Being in schools (universities, training centres etc) means we can make mistakes and learn from them without a very heavy price to pay. The most that we have to pay is probably receiving a good scolding from our tutors for being not thorough enough We can ask questions without being judge on our competency because we are, after all, still carrying the name tag ‘STUDENT’. Schools prepare us as fully as they can for our journey ahead. But when we are let out to the real world where every human contact is by chance and every situation is real, can we face it? Do all the books that we read, all the marks that we have scored during exams prepare us for these? Hell, no. Well, at least not for me for the time being. I was not taught how to deal with short tempered patients. I was not taught how to deal with patients who do not speak my languages.
I’m more motivated and determined after watching this drama.
No body is stopping us from being the best we can except ourselves.Saturday night..
I went to Inti Charity Concert. But before that, I had my dinner at Shiok café. I ordered a plate of vegetable salad as I did not really have the appetite.
It tasted absolutely canned food-ish -__-
But I like the interior. The chairs are comfy and the colour combinations are just nice. One question. How many eateries put up the photos of our Agong and His Permaisuri? This one does. Any other? The photos are placed on the wall directly behind me. It’s not that I did not want to see the photos. I just like to have a wall behind me.
If you want a place to feast your eyes on handsome waiters, this is not the place to go. Our waiter was an old man, and there was no other waiter in sight.
The only young guy in the café that night was none other then my friend, GuoQing, my primary school classmate and my driver for that night.
Anyway, around 7 we left without feeling shiok, duh~. Arrived a couple of minutes after at Inti as it is not that far away from where I ate. Finally, met up with Sylvia and Nelly. Woohoo~~ miss you gals.
One word to describe the bands: L.O.U.D. The drum was loud, the guitar was loud, the bass was loud. Any other thing, however, are *ahem**Turned head, faced friend*, ‘What did he say?’*shrug shrug*
The number of performances for the night is countless.
11.30pm*yawn*
The organisers do deserve a big round of applause*applause applause*. It’s not easy to organise such a thing.
Anyway, around 7 we left without feeling shiok, duh~. Arrived a couple of minutes after at Inti as it is not that far away from where I ate. Finally, met up with Sylvia and Nelly. Woohoo~~ miss you gals.
One word to describe the bands: L.O.U.D. The drum was loud, the guitar was loud, the bass was loud. Any other thing, however, are *ahem**Turned head, faced friend*, ‘What did he say?’*shrug shrug*
The number of performances for the night is countless.
11.30pm*yawn*
The organisers do deserve a big round of applause*applause applause*. It’s not easy to organise such a thing.
See the sweet couple sitting infront of me?
Sunday morning..
I went to my maternal grandparents’ house. It is in Serian. As usual, we would head for the town first before visiting my grandparents. The place is really different after a fire burnt down a row of old shophouses. The place seems more… empty. The flame not only torched the shophouses, it also torched the fire rescue team.
Anyway, when I reached my grandparents’ house, it’s time for me to finally bring myself to change the phase ‘grandparents’ house’ to ‘grandma’s house’. Grandpa passed away when I was in UK. Nobody told me anything when he was gone. But I picked up hints from my sis’s blog. I was having my final exams that time. Putting up a face in front of people as if nothing had happened was quite an easy job. The far away look was easily taken as exam stress. The silence was easily taken as, again, exam stress. Studying alone in my room, the tears would sometimes played around in my eyes and blurred my vision. Good thing I still passed my papers despite not being able to read properly.
Grandpa had always been the healthy one. Although he had reached the big 80, he still went farming. But Grandma has always been the sick one. Funny how some things turn out to be.
Grandma looked frailer since the last time I saw her.
God bless.
Anyway, when I reached my grandparents’ house, it’s time for me to finally bring myself to change the phase ‘grandparents’ house’ to ‘grandma’s house’. Grandpa passed away when I was in UK. Nobody told me anything when he was gone. But I picked up hints from my sis’s blog. I was having my final exams that time. Putting up a face in front of people as if nothing had happened was quite an easy job. The far away look was easily taken as exam stress. The silence was easily taken as, again, exam stress. Studying alone in my room, the tears would sometimes played around in my eyes and blurred my vision. Good thing I still passed my papers despite not being able to read properly.
Grandpa had always been the healthy one. Although he had reached the big 80, he still went farming. But Grandma has always been the sick one. Funny how some things turn out to be.
Grandma looked frailer since the last time I saw her.
God bless.
Sunday evening..
My sis brought me to a private bloggers’ meet at Sue’s house. I met one super big fish of the blog-o-sphere and many other different sized fishes.
Blog-o-sphere is full of politics too.
Sue cooked for the whole bunch. When my sis and I arrived, she still had something in her oven. At first I thought we were going to be the last few who arrived because we were at Serian earlier on and we arrived back in Kuching around 4.30pm. We were told to be there at 5pm. Owww~~ the rush.. Fyi, from my house to hers, it’s quite a distance. Anyway, more people arrived after we did, although we were considered late.
They ate, talked and laughed. Ate casserole, spaghetti plus others which I do not quite remember. Then, there were CHOCOLATES!!!! (Sorry ya.. no pictures to show you guys). Talked from salted fish to Harry Potter, from pizza to 300 etc etc of random topics. Laughed at random things too. You know lah, gatherings are always like this. They should be like this, anyway. I was tired after the Saturday late night and the Sunday early morning, I was not in the mood of socialising. So, I just sat there and laughed along.
Sue’s house is GREEN. Walls are green, sofas are green, tables are green, curtains are green. Anything that you can think of is green, green, GREEN. Of course there are other colours, and all these colours complement the greens. Very nice~~ Fresh looking.
Blog-o-sphere is full of politics too.
Sue cooked for the whole bunch. When my sis and I arrived, she still had something in her oven. At first I thought we were going to be the last few who arrived because we were at Serian earlier on and we arrived back in Kuching around 4.30pm. We were told to be there at 5pm. Owww~~ the rush.. Fyi, from my house to hers, it’s quite a distance. Anyway, more people arrived after we did, although we were considered late.
They ate, talked and laughed. Ate casserole, spaghetti plus others which I do not quite remember. Then, there were CHOCOLATES!!!! (Sorry ya.. no pictures to show you guys). Talked from salted fish to Harry Potter, from pizza to 300 etc etc of random topics. Laughed at random things too. You know lah, gatherings are always like this. They should be like this, anyway. I was tired after the Saturday late night and the Sunday early morning, I was not in the mood of socialising. So, I just sat there and laughed along.
Sue’s house is GREEN. Walls are green, sofas are green, tables are green, curtains are green. Anything that you can think of is green, green, GREEN. Of course there are other colours, and all these colours complement the greens. Very nice~~ Fresh looking.
This duckling…
…belongs to Georgette of Post Mag. Don’t pway pway, it has its own name card. Too bad I held it in the wrong position that its face could not be shown. My sis asked me to take photo with it and I asked why. She gave me the dropped jaw expression. Soli mah.. I really did not know who this duckling was.
I did not know that the traffic at Batu Kawah has changed.
Such a long drive before we reached home.
I did not know that the traffic at Batu Kawah has changed.
Such a long drive before we reached home.
