the personal blog of C.K.Koay
It was sometime last week and I was in the car when I reached over to grab my phone on the front passenger seat. That’s when I heard three satisfyingly crunchy cracks from the right side of my neck, near the base of my skull.
Continue reading “Let’s Do The Twist”
I’m probably what you’d call a very extroverted introvert.
I can flip the social switch when needed. I’ve been known to lead conversations, crack a few jokes and even (genuinely) enjoy myself in group settings full of strangers. But it’s a strange contradiction– while I do love meeting people and hearing their stories… I overload very quickly. After too much time “peopling”, I start to feel like a phone on 2% battery, frantically needing a charger and a quiet corner (preferably my man-cave).
Parent-Teacher Meetings today aren’t anything like the ones I had growing up.
I recently attended the end-of-semester PTM for my youngest daughter. The process began a week before the actual day, when parents had to log in to reserve their time slots with the various subject teachers– on a “first come, first served” basis. It felt eerily similar to logging into Shopee at midnight during the 11.11 sale, desperately trying to snag that elusive RM1 microfiber screen cleaner.
Continue reading “School PTM: Flash and Stress Edition”
It wasn’t the first time someone called me “Uncle,” but somehow, standing at the butcher’s counter a few days ago, the title hit me like the twist ending of The Sixth Sense.
I was innocently asking for an inch of pork belly when the butcher called to his wife, “Please bring out the nicer pork belly for Uncle.”
Uncle.
Continue reading “Who’s Your Uncle?”
Have you been getting calls that go, “I am calling to inform you that your resume from JobStreet has been received. Please contact me via WhatsApp”?
Normally, I’d ignore this obvious scam. But yesterday, I decided to have a little fun.
Continue reading “Scamming the Scammers”
Yesterday, I found myself in an afternoon meeting on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, fully aware that I needed to make my escape before 4:30pm.
Continue reading “Ramadan Rush in the Rain”