the personal blog of C.K.Koay
There’s a Zus outlet near my girls’ school in Subang Bestari that I’ve quietly adopted as my unofficial second office. I pull in some mornings when I have to do the drop-off, order an Americano, open my laptop and wait for the traffic outside to clear.
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It starts with a flash in mind. Shortly, a steady rumble can felt at the bottom of your gut. Before you know it, all you can think about is food.
Scientists call it borborygmi. Sounding deceivingly like some wrapped Korean delicacy, the term simply means hunger pangs.
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What are your “settings” when you absolutely must get work done?
Mine involves music, an endless supply of coffee, tea or water within arm’s reach, my trusty Logitech MX Master 3s mouse, a large widescreen monitor and absolutely zero interruptions.
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Recently, we embarked on a long overdue decluttering of our home.
Cheryl considers me a hoarder, a term I find hard to refute. I do sometimes see myself as an archivist of all things with future potential utility. I do keep the packaging from all my gadgets. Not just the box but also the documentation, receipts, inner cardboard scaffolding and yes, even the little silica gel packet that sternly warns DO NOT EAT, as if I had plan to live for a prolonged period of time in a sauna.
Continue reading “A Hoarder’s Tale of Decluttering”“Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep—just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street…”
And so goes the opening verse of “Sunny Side of the Street,” a cheerful standard that has been covered countless times by some of the most talented musicians. It’s a simple, happy tune that is sure to brighten anyone’s day.
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I love horror films. My friends, who have access to my video library, often comment that I must be a deeply disturbed individual.
Well, I am. But not because of my taste in horror films.
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