The Secret of Raya at Pavilion

We ventured out to Pavilion after Iftar this evening. The Raya decor was being installed and for that evening, they had a 60s themed event, with dancers doing the twist. Really couldn't figure out how that actually fit in with Ramadhan. The dancers managed to get a few of the Arabs to dance along with them. Hopefully those Arabs did not get the idea that the twist was a national Malaysian fair.

I was not very sure what the overall theme was but it centered around the Secret of Raya, whatever that was. There was a big poster at the background, similar to the one you see at the cinema. So, may be it was like a mini movie, set in the 60s. Since the music was blaring out loud, the boys was not keen to go to the main foyer, so,I was not able to find out a bit more about the event. It was also drizzling outside, so we did not venture towards the fountain area.

Doing the twistWe finally left Pavilion just after ten, with a long queue forming at the exit. Even at that hour, Bukit Bintang was still buzzing. I was rather peckish and had to stop at KFC on the way, waiting for a good 20 minutes for my order. Anita and the boys were in the car enjoying the Boboi Boy DVD we just bought.

Lost in Translation

So, I had to do a bit of translating. Started them a couple of days back but only managed to finalise them after sahur this morning.

It was a pamphlet for an upcoming patient support group I was involved in. The original was in English, and I had to turn it into Malay. The initial draft was far too technical for everybody, but not as bad as if you cut and pasted the whole thing into Google Translator.

I then realized that it was more difficult than I imagined it would be to have translation which actually both made sense and non-technical. Now, I appreciated why the translator were paid hell of a lot of money …..

Tale of the Cranes

During my stop at Bangsar Village earlier, I found out a bit more about the paper cranes I have been fretting about recently. It was in memory of a celebrated girl, Sadako Sasaki, who died 10 years after the Hiroshima atom bomb, due to the effect of radiation. She died of leukemia. Before she died, she hoped to make 1000 origami paper cranes, motivated by an ancient belief that it would grant her her wish.

Her wish was to live, but unfortunately, at the time she died, she was a few hundred short, and her friends came along to help out and she was buried with the thousand cranes that she wished for. The problem then was not lack of time, but lack of papers.

The desk for origamiSo, in memory of the recent Japan tsunami victims, a charity drive was launched. Along with the paper cranes, came monetary donation. By May, visitors to Bangsar Village managed to origami - is that a verb? - together more than 6000 paper cranes, and donated over RM90,000 for the fund. The cranes were on display all around the shopping center, both, Bangsar Village and Village II, suspended from the ceiling on pieces of string.

An interesting read, and the story was told in a book, Sadako and the Thousand Paper Crane written by Eleanor Coerr. That being written in 1977 meant that no audiobook version were available for me to listen to. I would fancy a copy though. Maybe I'd be lucky at Kinokuniya.

Checked-out

After some check-ups including a stint on the treadmill machine, the conclusion was that my Dad probably had a touch of reflux. With his background history, taking those tests were sensible precautions. He was worried that he would have to wait for tests if he were to go to UMMC and at his age, he could do without all that.

He was given medicine and is now settling back at home. He said, he would probably be having a lie-in all afternoon and I wouldn't blame him. Thank Allah that everything checked out OK.

To Gleneagles We Went

My Dad-in-law woke up this morning after sahur with a touch of chest discomfort. The pain was in the upper tummy area but with his history of heart condition, I did not want to take any chances. He had similar pain a couple of days ago which settled on its own. Since it returned again today, he decided to let me know.

He tried a tablet under the tongue as well as some antacid but with only modest relief. I still thought that it was a bit of indigestion and reflux, but I did not want to take any chances. He was reluctant to go to UMMC, electing to see his previous doctor in Gleneagles instead. Will be accompanying there him shortly.