Cheryl Meryl

She who walks the dog

2011-09-22T01:55:00.002+08:00

Half past eleven.

The heavy electric gate drags itself aside, making an exit for the girl and the dog.

The girl, invariably dressed up.
She usually appears in one-pieced dress, and a pair of flippers which looks totally out of place.
Sometimes she will be spotted in short A-lined skirts, with the blouse or the shirt tucked in, attempting to pull out the quirky look.

The dog, a Shih Tzu.
He is not overweight, but those fluffy hair gives the impression of otherwise.
He has a small bunch of coconut-leaves like hair over his head, thanks to his owner.
Oh by the way, he doesn't look very intelligent.
Well, how smart can he be when he ranks 70th among other breeds when it comes to working/obedience intelligence?

The duo doesn't make much of noise when they walk together.

Sometimes, when the girl feels fat, she would exclaim 'come Carpy!' in a very high pitch, and starts running.
The fluffy creature would then run after her.

Sometimes, when the fluffy creature steps into some prohibited area, say, neighbours' front yard garden,
the girl pulls up an angry look, and says 'Carpy, no.' in an exceptionally low tone.

As if the dog can see her face when he is busy marking his territory.
As if the dog can understand that low tone implies unhappiness when he is busy peeing.

Then, the girl would pull the strings which tied around the dog, without any hard feeling.
The dog would usually reluctantly follow the girl after some useless struggles.

If it stays stoned, the girl would just scoop the dog up.

Advantage of having a small dog.

'Come Carpy!'
'Carpy, no.'
Tinkling keys.
Tapping paws.
Tapping feet.

The midnight cacophony.
Too soft to form noise pollution,
but too loud to be ignored by the curious souls.

Every single night, without fail.

And then.

At the front door, the monochrome image of the girl is framed and placed at the entrance.
A white casket is placed in the middle of the front yard.
The girl is resting in the casket, the face is as peaceful as if she had been treated some rejuvenating yogurt facial treatment.

No wreath, the scene looks plain and dull, but this is what she has requested.
She is lying in her comfortable black tee and jeans, and a pair of pumps, as what she has requested.
Not her usual way dressing, but again, her family wants her requests to be obliged.
Some guests wonder, will she ever regret writing this entry in her blog?

Tee and jeans, it's just so not her.

Guests are attempting their best to be happy, again, as requested.
Some are tearing, yet they force a smile on their face when they look through the glass on the casket.

Eleven o'clock.

Crowd is getting thinner.

Spotted at the front yard,
few of her family members,
some of her close friends, her favourite Hamka gang,
her boyfriend.

Yeap, someone has to do the post party clean up.

Half past eleven.

All of the sudden, the dog rushes to the gate, wagging his tails vigorously.
He hops back and forth.

The whole world freezes. People turn their head towards the dog.
Their eyes set on the dog.

As tears roll down her cheek, her sister presses the remote control of the electric gate with her shaky hand.

The heavy electric gate drags itself aside, making an exit for the dog.

It's happening, as usual.

Nothing ever changes.

The crowd tag after the dog, preparing to witness some unbelievable incident.

The fluffy creature rushes out of the gate, as if he is running after something.

Or someone.

Sometimes, the fluffy creature steps into the prohibited area, and before he completes his business,
he backs off.
Reluctantly.
By some invisible force.

From that day on, everyday at eleven thirty sharp,
the family opens the gate for the dog.

'Come Carpy!'
'Carpy, no.'
Tapping paws.
Tinkling keys.

Midnight cacophony goes on.

Every night, without fail.

Slight difference though.
That section of tapping feet has been removed.
Or, it is not played anymore.

Every now and then, even death cannot break the habits.

P/S:
I had this idea of myself passing away when I was walking Carpy.
Yes, 11.30pm.

I enjoy the midnight breeze.
I like the silent street.
It's safe - if you allow me to trust the security guards at both ends of the street.

I do not purposely doll myself up to walk Carpy.
I am usually backed from somewhere, and have not showered yet.

Gloomy Saturday, you look beautiful

2011-08-27T13:38:00.002+08:00

Here I am, lying on the bed,

enjoying the breeze from the ceiling fan,

thinking hard of what to do.

So I have read a few books.

Sprinkled a few trip-plans on my holiday calendar.

Turned my room to a more presentable one, which, has returned to its original face by now.

And what should I do now?

Maybe I should start writing about my life again.

Post-exam pleasure?

Phuket-Krabi escapade?

Blooming relationship?

Welcome back.

IPL treatment at MySolution

2011-07-18T17:58:00.003+08:00

Let me tell you, this is solely a girls' topic.

I know I know, it's useless making this statement.The guys are eager to read on regardless.

Especially when I specifically stated it's just for girls.

Anyway, I went for full Brazillian IPL treatment.

What's that?

Go Google. I'm not quite keen to explain it here.

Further, the pros provides more detailed and accurate explanation.

So why did I go?

See, I'm a cheap person.

I've always wanted to try Brazillian wax, always want to feel the cleanliness,

but I'm cheap.

One day, I was browsing one of those websites set up solely for cheap person like me,

and saw this promotion on the IPL treatment.

The price was discounted by... Can I not do the math?

Originally, it was RM1.2k per session,

on promotion, it was RM960 for 4 sessions.

So I bought it.

And have to refrain myself from shopping for bajus and heels and food in the following weeks.

I have no idea what kind of treatment is that.

I didn't even bother to check it online,

didn't check on the consequences or so.

True Shang Hui fashion.

Impulsive and careless.

And so I went.

Slight diversion from the main,

I appreciate the fact that I am a person of no sense of direction,

but I've never thought that I would get lost at The Curve itself.

I went from e@The Curve, passed through the Street, and went round and round at The Curve, attempting to look for the place.

Yes, the address was printed on the voucher, the crumpled recycled paper I had been holding for.

Yes, there is a directory board around, and I have roughly checked it out.

No, I didn't manage to find the said place at one shot.

True Shang Hui fasion.

So I was 30 minutes late.

It was a weekday,

so they had not much customers anyway.

Filled in some form, read some clauses.

The therapist then brought me in for a complimentary legs-soaking, with a heated herbal pad placed over my shoulder.

I would call this calm before the storm.

Upon doing so, she directed me to a changing room,

and asked me to use the antiseptic for cleaning purpose.

And so I did.

I was then brought into that room of torture.

Yes, I paid to have pain inflicted upon me,

which I had no prior knowledge of.

Oh I'm such a masochist.

She started off by shaving.

Rather ticklish. And embarrassing.

My therapist was good anyway.

She eased the tensed situation off by chattering it through.

She told me her own experience on getting the treatment,

and some of her customer's stories.

She was amazed by one of the customers who talked on the phone while getting the treatment.

Huh? Why the amazement?

What's wrong with talking on the phone?

You will know.

Actually prior to all these, she recommended a cream, which she alleged would ease the pain while undergoing the treatment.

The problem was, I wanted to get back to college library in the shortest time possible.

I needed to study.

I am a nerd like that.

It required some 40 minutes for the cream to be absorbed before undergoing the treatment.

And so I passed.

Alright, back to the room of torture.

So I had gone through a round of embarrassment.

Next round was better though.

I was asked to wear a pair of goggles as the laser light can be very harmful to my eyes.

So I obeyed.

Better this way, at least I saw nothing.

I will give you one zap, so that you can get a feel of it.
If you cannot tahan, just let me know ya.

Okay, you managed to scare me.... can??

The zap will come after 3 beeps, alright?

And so I felt a tip pressed against the skin,

and,

beep,

zap! + flash!

I know, you can't feel it by merely reading it.

Now, get a lighted incense, press against your skin.

Feel it?

Good.

Mine is few times more painful.

Okay?

She asked.

Ya...

Egoism drove me into saying so.

Further, I paid. Of course I had to go on.

So she would give me 3 zaps on each spot - continuously.

For the more sensitive area, i.e., that with thinner skin, she would give 2 zaps - not continuously though.

The session lasted for around 15 minutes, with roughly 20 zaps inflicted.

For the first time I know, pain can actually cause a human to be sweaty.

And I smell burning air.

Good, the roots were burnt and dead.

Partly.

So, first session ended, which means... 2 news.

The good one, it's not that painful for the 2nd time.

Bad one, I still have to suffer the same (maybe lesser) pain for 3 times.

No worries.

I'm only 24, and if i have 60 years of life span,

I can be clean for 36 years.

Yeala may have a few strands left, but at least it's cleaner.

Breakfast with Zeus

2011-06-27T22:21:00.016+08:00

Yea.

My boyfriend.

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I wish.

This is just a title inspired by my breakfast buddy of the day, Mei Yi.

Place, click, run and pose.

So we went to Levain Bou.. Pat.. fdjkffdsjkl whatever it is for breakfast.
I can't spell it. #getreal

Nah here it is.

It was a rainy Monday Morning. Zeus is the Greek God of Rain, hence the title.

Mei Yi and I were attempting to poeticise the whole session.

Okay okay try to imagine this...

Rattan chairs and square wooden tables,
which jazzed up by a cup of cappuccino and a glass of bold cream-colored latte,
Accompanied by the cacophony formed with the clinking silver hardware, raindrops against the leaves, chirping birds and giggling friends...

Now close your eyes and take a deep, satisfying breath...

The rich aroma of brewed coffee and fresh-from-oven breads...

Lovely..♥♥♥ Exquisite..♥♥♥

...

*SNAP

Sometimes, we just have to be real.

Let's start from the very beginning.

One, rainy Monday morning in KL, how would you expect the traffic to be??

Sanguine Virgo like us were able to work it through by playing smooth jazz in the car,
and observing other drivers
(most of them wear poker face but we saw one smart chap utilise his time to pluck moustache).

Two, rattan chairs are beautiful to look at, but if you know that you have to rest on it for some times, don't wear shorts - the neat texture of the surface will just print on your flesh, and the whole world will know that you have been sitting on one.

Smart Virgo like us were also able to work it through by resting only 1/3 of our butts on the chairs. How graceful.

Three, it is a known fact that people of A blood type have the tendency to attract mosquitoes.
Exactly.
Both of us were wearing shorts, and our smooth, fair, fleshy thighs had become their breakfast table.

Four, flies are common in Malaysia.
Why wasn't I surprise to spot them at such a delicate place?

So people, be real.

Upon having breakfast, we went to tapao some breads.

We took the trays.

Circle the display centre.
Then detour the display centre.
And move around the display centre.

Empty trays. #indecisive Virgo

Then I saw samples.

I waved frantically at Mei Yi, then only I saw that her back was facing me.

My blood carries auntiness.
Can't help.

Upon trying, we took the bread that we have tried...
and repeat the same circle detour move around cycle again.

Mei Yi said that we looked like the kelefes who were hired to go around the display centre to form the impression that the business is running good.

-___-

Only her.

So I kiap a few more breads, and called it a day.

And oh... it's time for lunch.

Another round?

I ran KL. I ran 21kms.

2011-06-26T13:22:00.017+08:00

Whoa!! Have never been so semangat in blogging before!!!

See, it just happened few hours ago.
The ohm is still lingering around.
If I don't write it now,
the mood will drain off,
then i won't write about it anymore.

Make sense?

Yes.

As titled.

How can I not be proud of myself?

During high school, I have never been the athletic type.
I joined St John simply because I didn't want to be involved in any kinds of sports.
Yes, I would rather spending hours in marching and standing still in the senang diri position than to run, or jump.

Listen to me, I have valid reasons.

I used to get involved in sports activities as well.

*look far, as in going down to memory lane*

I remember, on that significant day, I was practising for hurdles race.
Then, I couldn't approach the 3rd or 4th barrier.

Guess what happened?

I hit my vahjayjay against the barrier.

....

Well, if you are a guy, and have your crotch get kneed or kicked, you might understand.

...

No, that's not the end of the story.

The competition hasn't started yet.

I still have to go on.

Yea yea there should be a backup for me because man, I suffered serious injury!!

But still, I had no idea why I had to go on.

In the end, the teacher lowered all the barriers so that I could go for the race.
The other competitors should thank me for that.

So I was able to clear all the barriers, complete the race, with tears all over my face.

Others who didn't get to witness the incident must be wondering:
Need to be so touched or not?? 200m hurdles only ma....

No, they didn't understand.
Of course.

So,
you see,
How can I not be phobic???

Then, some 10 years later, I got an Iphone 4.

(Man, this is like... totally irrelevant)

No, listen to me.
Stop interrupting me.

I downloaded this application named 'iMapMyRun'.
Basically, it's a tracker.
Being an ulu who had never seen such canggih stuff before,
I was amazed by its function:

Oh!!! It can track the route I have run!
Oh!!! It knows my distance of running!
Oh!!! It can show me my pace!!
Oh!!! I can even know the calories burned!!!

-____________-

Uber Ulu right??

Don't mind the Uluness....

It was this application that get me serious into running.

I started to explore new routes.
I started to beat my own pace.
I started to extend my running time.

That was where I started.

I could accept 2kms.

4kms was tiring.

7kms was a killer.I completed it, but it was the hardest task I had ever accomplished.

And today, I ran 21kms.

It wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be.

I had been very chirpy on twitter, whining about how nervous I was last night.
I was afraid that I couldn't complete the route.
Man, I had never run 21kms before!!!
21kms, can you imagine??
This distance of traveling back and forth from my place, which is in Cheras, to my college, which is ATC at Petaling Street, is ngam ngam 21kms.

It's very long okay???

But no fear.
My friends have been feeding me with moral supports.
(only if I can survive by that...)
My grandma even made me ginseng so that I don't short of breath. #sweet #practical

And there it goes.

6.15am in the morning.
I was in the middle of the crowd.
Yes, other runners were blocking my way -
which, to my surprise, was an advantage to me.

So I tended to jog just because I couldn't run fast as usual.
Little baby, rapid steps.

Inhale through nose, 8 steps.

Exhale through mouth, 8 steps.

Hello.

Occasionally, when the playlist played the songs I favour, I smiled.
I can smile through the whole song you know.
And to others, I understand that it's rather creepy smiling to myself.

But who cares?

So I set the runners as targets of overtaking.

'Okay, the woman with sheer purple top,'
Overtaken.

'Next, the man with long pants.'
Overtaken.

'Then, the botak.'
Overtaken.

That was how I kept myself running.

You know what's the best part?

Usually when I run on the highway, I have to watch out for the vehicles.
Today, most of the roads were blocked for us. #queen

I know, I know. I can sense the impatient dead cold stares of the drivers.

Oh by the way. #abrupt

Almost elbow someone while taking this picture.
Sorry, that someone.

Every now and then,
there were volunteers standing by the roadside,
supposedly cheering for us.
Nevertheless, some of the volunteers looked so sour!!
Expressionless!!

Understandable though.
They had been standing for hours and they were bored.
So God sent someone like me to cheer them up, by smiling to them. *syok sendiri*

Not this kind of fake smile though.
I flashed them warm and genuine and loving smiles alright?

As you can see, everything went smooth,
until I felt the pain on my right knee at this point.
Sei.

That would mean... I had to start walking.

I had been jogging, slowly but surely, steadily,
but my right knee started to protest.
I didn't feel like slowing down, I didn't feel like walking,
I feared that once I have started walking,
I wouldn't start running anymore. #struggle

My lungs have been working excellently,
but...

Haih.

I could even feel my ovaries dropping. Inch by inch. #illusion

I thought to myself,
well, at least, I have ran the furthest in my life.

Yea, I then started walk in intervals....

When I saw the word '20km', my eyes welled.
I mean, 1km left.
1000ms.
1000 freaking metres.
How great!!

Happiness does not last long though.

My friend Goh, who participated the 10km race, rang me up.

'Oi Shang, where are you?'
'I'm at the 20th km.'
*in a belittling tone* 'Har? You haven't finished yet??'
*offended*
'What do you mean that I haven't finished yet??.... *scolding continue for about 30 seconds or so*'
'Okay okay I will try to meet you up at the finishing line'

This guy has the tendency to make me angry.

If it were others who said so, I wouldn't have been so heated up.

Seriously, I am amazed by myself.
I mean, I ran for 20kms,
and I still have the breath to scold someone while continue running.

*squint eyes*

Don't mess with me.

Anyway, I completed the route.

You know what's the best thing?

I have completed it within the qualifying time.Can see can see???

I estimated myself to finish within 3 hours 30 minutes,
and this is much faster than my own estimated time!!

2 hours and 53 minutes!!! #champion .. of self

Lesson: Don't underestimate yourselves. *winning
One more. Just to show that my earrings matches my hair band.
While the hair band matches the shirt.
*look out of the window*

Oh, it's raining now.
Thank you God.

Oh and, thanks to the parents of this pair of sisters who provided transportation.

Update: just gotten the picture from Tuan Wern's friend.And just got to know that I ranked 356th among some 955 runners.
Gun Time: 2:52:51
Net Time: 2:49:11

I've been running,,,

2011-06-15T21:10:00.008+08:00

And eating.

New York Cheesecake with Oreo Crust.

Summer berry parfait. Strawberry. Blueberry. Kiwi. Greek yogurt. Wheat germ. Muesli.

Paprika Mashed Potato.

Spinach Brownies.

Tiramisu in a cup.

And I will be whipping up more stuff in the future.
Baby steps =)

A narcissist's morning mare

2011-05-25T00:23:00.006+08:00

A few of them were already dead. Forensic report shown that they had endured long hours of torture prior to their death. It was reported that the murderer injected milk into their veins to keep them alive.

(Ok please don't misunderstand me. I didn't subconsciously come out with this gruesome torturing technique. Go read Gidden's book if you want to know more)

I would be the next one.

See, it was really OK for him to take my life. But be tortured before getting killed?
Like.. open my eyelids and squeeze liquid paper into it...
Or... stuff a dead rat's head into my mouth and cover it with a duct-tape...
Or... make me a part of the human centipede... (Google it. I insist.)
You'd better slash me to death in the first place!!!

Goodness. I was clear that I wouldn't be able to escape. I knew he wouldn't take me if I wasn't alone. Balless man. He wanted things to be clean and fuss-free. My only way to save myself was to get a companion -all the time.

One evening, I was jogging at Taman Sri Pemaisuri. I had to pass by a rather quiet place to get my car. He was a smart man, he spied me, he knew my drills. He wouldn't give up any opportunity to take me. Just when I thought that I couldn't get past the dangerous territory, I saw Kai Rong, a high schoolmate whom I had not seen for years. I pretended to chat up with her so she could walk me to my car.

Boy I was so right. There he was, leaning nonchalantly against his car which was parked beside mine. Accompanying him were two stout black men (stout and black. Guinness anyone? *lame), in typical bodyguard immaculately-ironed black suit, with black glasses, covering their crotch with their neatly folded palms. Think the Agents in Matrix. Jeez couldn't I be more creative in my dream?

Anyway, yeap, they were waiting for me. To ask Kai Rong along was really the best decision I had ever done thus far. Thank you God. *look up to sky, palms pressed against each others* If she wasn't by my side, I would have been their torturing subject. Think sashimi or minced meat.

Then a big part of my dream was forgotten.

Let's proceed to the more significant part,

the twist.

He was still going after me.
It was different though.

He was still trying to get me.
It was different though.

He...

...had fallen for me.

*silence*

=_________=

!!!what rubbish is this????

I feel utterly paiseh even by writing it out.

Super anti-climax.

Someone who hated me to bits (albeit I had no idea why), who wished to sprinkle salt on my slashed skin before mincing me in to pieces and further marinate me with balsamic vinegar, fallen in love with me - because I was adorable that way.

I guess only an ultimate narcissist like I would be able turn a horror thriller into a romantic comedy.

I guess you are not interested in how he was trying to hit on me (not too literal). His methods were pretty blah and definitely not as creative as his torturing techniques.

I woke up when he tried to wrap his arm around my shoulder - and the two black men were still standing behind him, in the same posture.

Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!!

Abrupt ending I know - I couldn't have written much. That was how it ended.

10th Anniversary Trip @ NO, YOU DONNO WHO I AM

2011-05-23T00:43:00.006+08:00

2001

The sisterhood started when...

She used half a bottle of baby oil on her hair and didn't care if the crown looked greasy - she just wanted it to be neat. Not even a tiny strand of hair should stand up from the others.

She had the signature -_- facial expression in all her pictures. She appreciated the fact that smiling caused wrinkles and attempted to limit her facial expressions as few as she could.

She tried to go after her crushes, and got brutally rejected. She might not know that guys do not like pimple-covered face. Oh and her high forehead made her looked rather intelligent it intimidated.

*Disclaimer: Self asserted opinions. The characters didn't really think so.

2011

Sisterhood has gradually grown to... 'wiveshood' and of course, they are no longer who they were a decade ago.

In conjunction with the 10th Anniversary, they went to somewhere which is 130kms from their home.

The then greasy-head.Beautiful light jet black hair

And the -_-Sexy neck.

Oh and this is the pimpled face.Rather well fed these days.

I know you are impressed with the tremendous changes.

I know right, you are disappointed when you know that this post has only 3 photos.
I know right, you feel you are eager to see more photos.
I know right, you miss me because you haven't seen me for quite some time.

I know right.

I feel you. *palm on chest. Sincere face*

I will post more stunning pictures one day.
I promise. *Palm still on chest, nod, and blink eyes*

Pain

2011-05-12T14:00:00.000+08:00

I looked up upon the sky, and I saw a house in the end of the beanstalk.

A typical type of house that we used to draw in the playschool - red roof, squared windows with white draping curtains and cream in color, almost the size of half of my thumb when compared side by side.

Someone whom I was not familiar with approached me.

He/She told me something that I wished I had no heard of.

He/She said that my beloved grandmother was in the house, couldn't be able to get down. She has gone into the stage of senility. That person attempted to mock my grandmother. Sitting on an invisible chair, with the upper body rocking back and forth, repeatedly murmuring 'I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore, I don't remember anymore....'

My eyes welled. I tried to figure out of how to bring my grandmother down, so that I could spend the rest of her life with her. The house was situated so high up - it was at least 20 storeys high and it was impossible for me to carry my heavy grandmother down. The only means to get into the house was by climbing the beanstalks... I couldn't come up with a feasible solution.

My heart ached. The idea of leaving my senile grandmother alone in that isolated house stabbed my heart.

My tears started to stream and when I opened my tear-welled eyes, I realised that I was in the pitch-dark room, lying on my bed, with the comforter lightly rested on me.

Thank God, it was just a nightmare. A most painful nightmare that I've ever had.

The myth that dreams only consist of black and white are busted. I could remember vividly every single color of the house and the sky as well as the grassland.

I know that I can't afford to lose my grandma, even though I know that eventually, I will have to.

Life has been so good now, but how long can the status quo be remained?

Fall of an acquaintance

2011-03-15T20:32:00.006+08:00

Fact: I've been a regular at Petaling Street.
And I have never seen a single stray dog.

Ever wonder why?

Let me tell you a story.

I treated her as my acquaintance.
They told me that she was found in a pile of rubbish.
If she hadn't been picked up, she would had been crushed to death.

They picked her up, and raised her.

I, as a passerby, played with her whenever I had the chance.

I used to think that, I will be graduating soon, I will be starting new life soon,
I will be working, and I will not be attending college,
so I won't be able to see her anymore.... and I will be missed.

Now, this will not happen.
She is gone.

I had an opportunity to save her.
And I missed it.

When I saw her for the very last time, it was late at night, after my class and she was moving in a recycle bag which was in the possession of two men.
They released her when they saw me looking for her.
I got her out of the bag, hugged her, and confronted them.
I thought that they were going to take her away and eat her but they told me they were just trying to play with her.
I believed in them - partially.

That night, she was very quiet when I stroked her back, tickled her stomach, rub her chin.
She was sticking to me and when I put her onto the floor, she tried to follow me.
The parking attendant who was on the night shift made a gesture as a command for her to go back to her place, and she obeyed.

I really thought of bringing her back but... she doesn't belong to me.
The parking attendant who is on the morning shift love her.
He fed her, and played with her.
He put bangles on her neck, and tie her - sounds like restriction of her freedom, but the fact is, he did it out of the fear of her being hit by the car.
And she has a really wide area to play around, while I could only provide a tiny front yard.

I shouldn't be too selfish, right?

He would be upset if he didn't see her the next morning, right?

Sigh. Now I am looking for excuses to justify my insensitive conduct.

The next morning, I tried to look for her.
No sight of her.
I looked at her uneaten food it sent an unpleasant chill down my spine...

When the parking attendants told me that she disappeared, my eyes welled and I thought, my instinct was right.

She was caught and brought to somewhere and.. being slaughtered and eaten.
Goodness, the vision of her helpless expression while being slaughtered kept on running on my mind.

Throughout the whole tutor, I tried to search for other possibilities.
Well, it could be that.... those two men found that she's cute... and decided to raise her...
Well, I can't think of any.
No point convincing myself, she is gone.

I'm not sure how long does it take to get over it.
I know I should get on with life because there is nothing much I can do now.
Every time I go to the parking area, I think of her and I try in vain to search for her, which of course, is fruitless.

I can't help but to think that she is now dead...
I could have brought her home but I did not.
She was so young and she hadn't even started to bark yet...

My friend told me that the same cruelty happened when a chicken is slaughtered and eaten.
It made me feel better but I still can't get rid of my own imagination...

...

I hope you will have a better life in your next cycle...
I'm sorry... for not being to help you.
You are missed, and you will be missed.

Decisions

2011-03-07T21:54:00.005+08:00

I'm sure that you have seen this scene in some shows:
A girl nonchalantly opened the closet door.
The piled up clothes spilled out the second the door was opened.
The girl was drowned by the clothes.
The end.

It is the exaggerated version of my life.

I have two closets, approximately 3 metres wide, 2 metres tall when two are combined.
Not very tiny, but the similar thing happened.
I wasn't drowned, but the pile of jeans fall off conveniently to my feet.

In the show, the girl would bent down and scoop up the overflown clothes,
stuck them into the closet,
and before the pile fall off again,
the girl slammed shut the door and promptly leaned on the closet door using all her weight, let out a sigh of relief, thought that she could prevent the pile from spilling out.

Very predictable.

The similarities ended here.

My plan usually succeeded, unlike that girl who would face a situation that the door sprang opened, and the girl got thrown to the other corner of the room. The door would normally shut as I wished.

*wriggle brows rapidly

But cannot la.
I can't face the same situation every morning.
I get very upset for the rest of the day.

A detoxification would do my closet good.

I opened the closet door again.
As expected, some of the jeans dropped out.
I bent into the closet, swept the rest of them onto the floor.
Really cool man.

And now, the difficult time.

The apparels couldn't fit into the closet not because my closet is small - I have too many of apparels. Unused one. Decades old. I even know how an esprit tag looked like 20 years ago. (some of my mom's 20-year-old bajus are some usual wear of mine, maybe I should show you guys one day. Vintage, in a literal sense)

I have donated some of them before, but a big part of them still remained, despite the fact that I can not fit into them anymore. My meals are getting nutritious, good sign.

But cannot la. I really have to get rid of some of them.
It's difficult to depart from something I have been seeing for so many years.

So I set out a three-tier test.
If that certain apparel can't pass that test, it has no choice but to go to the donation box.

1) Do I wear that? Yes, keep. No, next question.

2) Will I wear that? Yes, one day I will be slim and fit into that again. Yes very hopeful and optimistic. No, next question.

3) Does it serve a purpose? Yes, it reminds you that you had once completed 90 pumpings on the heated tarred road, with tears on your face; and you were a kelefe in the famine-30-hour-camp, etc. No, donation box.

In the end, 4 big bags were sorted out. I hope the toxin in my body could be flushed out that easy as well.

I didn't want to look into those bags anymore la, because I might feel too upset to dump some of them away.

So now you are thinking that I will say,

now, it's time to reload.

Wrong.
You don't understand.
Or you misunderstood me.

When I decided that some of the jeans should go into the donation box, I swear not to get more jeans for the time being. What else can I get? I have all kinds of jeans. All the while I had been wearing the similar pairs because I took the most reachable pair. And now every pair is reachable. I will be having difficulty in making a choice.

When I decided flipped through the t-shirts I swear again for not buying t-shirts at the moment. I had been wearing the same color because some of them are crumpled in between that pile of jeans.

And I definitely don't need any more bags.

So yeap, my closets would remain clean and spacious for the time being, unless I'm struck by some I-must-buy-a-dress-otherwise-there-is-no-chance-of-me-passing-exam kind of syndrome.

Non-existent guilt

2011-03-03T01:00:00.003+08:00

Apology, like a confession, doesn't imply guilt.

You may blurt out the five-letter-word under duress.
Or for sarcasm.
Or to make amend.
Or to protect someone.

Mine is to the last case.
I have heard the unpleasant mumbles.
I know that if those mumbles realise into complaints, it would make the already terrible situation worse.

So I apologised before the rotten beans are spilled.
And I suffered the mental punishment.

The fact which exacerbate the bitterness is that the person who is at fault is having fun with the punisher.
She who is blamed for something she has never done is currently locked in her own room, thought to be pondering over her guilt.

Accept the fact.
It's just a tiny weeny tip of an iceberg.
I still have an infinite way to go.

I hopes that my EQ can be increased after the incident.

Good night.
Tomorrow will be a finer day.

Muesli and apple crumbs plus warm milk awaits.
Not forgetting the warm latte which would be slowly sipped during the traffic congestion.
And Mindy Gledhill's or Soho Dolls' or Alicia Keys', depending on my mood.
Most significantly, the preparation I have done for tomorrow's tutorial. Gosh. I'm gungho.

Yes. Tomorrow will be another good day.
Again. Sweet dreams. No. Remembering the dream is the synonym of not sleeping tightly.
No dream.
Bye.

Ghostly thought

2011-02-17T01:23:00.005+08:00

We have heard that spirits/ghosts/souls float sticking against the wall and thus in the hospital, we are warned to walk in the middle of the corridor.

Ever wonder why?

I have found a rather logical answer.

I have been wearing heels to class and to work. Four-inches.
Those pairs of heels successfully elongate my leg and I feel that I have superbly good body posture (it could be my own illusion or delusion but just don't burst the bubbles k?) and at the same time, add unnecessary pain to my feet.

I could have said that I am not in any pain - I was not lying.
That was before the pain strikes in.

Cut the long story short, I took off my heels in the classroom, when I was teaching.
Students don't really care about that anyway.

No, my feet do not stink and fyi (as if you don't know), feet only stink when they are wrapped for a long time. Most of my heels are open-toed so yea, my feet are perfectly stink free.

The floor of the classroom and the corridor is carpeted. Aunty cleaner comes every week (twice in a week) to vacuum the carpet so it's considerably clean.

Yes I know again, I haven' gotten into my point yet - what to do with ghosts float sticking against the wall?

We bear a similar feature - we are moving barefooted.

Let's say, one person walks on a brand new carpet.Those prints do look like paw prints. I was too lazy to download shoeprints brushes hence came out with the pawprints.

Yes, these are the shoeprints one would leave after walking on a carpet.

Okay, let's imagine again.
More people walking on the carpet. Hence leaving more shoeprints.

Any sane mind would walk in the middle of the corridor instead of sticking against the wall, right?

Exactly. We are getting there.

Use your ability to imagine again, MORE people walked through the corridor,
leaving MORE shoeprints.
The centre of the carpet is covered with dirt, while the side of it still remains dirt free.

Yes, that explains why, barefooted living creatures, that include me who habitually takes off the heels and our unseen friends whom presumably not wearing anything on their feet, prefer move sticking against the wall - simply because that part of the carpet is cleaner.

...

Nevermind.
I'm rather sure that my children will understand me.

And I'll be ready for our unseen friends' personal verification.

Sugary air

2011-01-24T01:04:00.009+08:00

Remember my surprise party?

Same place revisited again.

Twice in a week,

once with my family members,

Once with the evergreen besties,

Macarons?
Or meringue cookies?
Or meringue cookies disguised as macarons?

Just give it a try,
@ Lavazza Cafe

No. 1, Jalan Perdana 2,

Segar Perdana Avenue

Taman Segar Perdana

Batu 9 Cheras, 43200

Cheras, Selangor D. Ehsan

Short note

2011-01-24T00:27:00.004+08:00

okay okay the last post was embarrassing so I have to post up something to push it down.

You see, I have painstakingly gathered my courage and written it down, bearing the risk that there's a possibility, however slight, that he would read it; and a probability, which is rather high, that my tech savvy dad would read it. (er hello dad, if you are reading)- I can't just click the delete button. I wish to make it as a reference so that I would know how a 24-year-old thinks when my children reach that age. Alright I can't treat my children base on myself as I know, I'm rather childish if compared to the peers. For the purpose of reminiscing, I'm not removing it... k?

(actually no one has asked u to remove it.
Stop being paranoid, woman)

And someone took the initiative to search this person up, which made me rather panic now. What if the anonymous is my dad? wow I'll be embarrassed to death la. Alright, worst position, it was my dad who found out, and.. so what? I can't do anything about it. I can't make him unfound it. Oh that reminds me of inception the movie.

(hello anonymous, now you understand me. if you are reading, please reveal your identity.)

Okay now I'm posting the next entry for the sake of pushing the post down.

I hope you are too lazy to read the previous post.

The end

2011-01-12T21:21:00.010+08:00

We watched the first sunrise of the year,

One more.Broga it is.

Hence we ought to end it with the last sunset.

Oh aren't the lovely us romantic?
Please take us home then.

Anyway.

We die die didn't wanna watch the sunset at KL.
Sea and sand, of course you know that it's not KL.

So, Port Dickson we went.

Don't laugh eh.
Contrary to my belief, PD's sands are white and soft.
The texture of the sands are way better than those in Morib wei.Yes you can see that the color of the above picture is slightly different because I try to warmify the picture but it turns out to be the original version look better and it's almost time for me to sleep so that I won't be late to class tomorrow like how I was late to class today hence I leave the pictures as they are.

El Cactus restaurant we had chosen.
Since we were staying...
*yesh!! I found the benefit of checking in!!!!!!
It was Foursquare which reminding me of the hotel's name!!!*

Alright, I found,
we were staying at Corus Paradise Service Apartment,
which is located 207 steps away from the restaurant. <
If you are super duper truple quadruple hungry,
don't opt for this restaurant.
Food were good, though.
I purposely put up this picture to test your eyesight.
You can see a girl in a prison uniform and a mexican hat right?
Mou cho. That was me.
You can see two girls in broad smile and pointing at the hat right?
Mou cho. Those were Miao Yii and Yen Yee.
What?
You can only see three yellow bright dots?
You ought to wear a night vision spectacles when you drive at night for the safety of the road users and also when you walk at night for the safety of the drivers and when you sleep too for the safety of whomever you will bump into in your dream.
*stop being lame Chung Shang Hui*

And please don't think that we had a quiet new year eve.
The hotel organised a beach party which charged each head RM70 as admission fee,
of which, we the kiamsiaper didn't attend, of course,
but were there to tumpang countdown.

Alright.
Till then.
Happy new year.

Btw, these are the singles.
From left: Ng Chooi Yee (F,24,KL), Lee Mei Yi (F,24,KL), Liau Jia Liang (M, 24,KL), Chung Shang Hui (F,18,KL)
Do let me know if you are interested in any of them.

Let's hope that we will bump into our other half same time this year.

BTW I feel wrong lying.
You are a genius if you can spot my lie.

2010

2011-01-10T23:52:00.009+08:00

1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?
Tickle Carpy.
Rub Jibubu's belly.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Resolution? Like... Not getting any fatter?
Rep Ipsa Loquitor.
Don't know the meaning leh. Go Google. *haolian*

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Jibubu!!!

Oh yea. She was smiling at the camera.
Can you see the baybees?

She was a mother of 4~!!
Quadruplets can you imagine that??
She's not that close to me though.
(and now she is a mother of 9.)

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Thank God, none.
My maternal grandma passed away early this year though.

5. What countries did you visit?
Australia, Taiwan, China, Egypt.

I visited first two, my Sims visited the subsequent ones.

6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
A boyfriend.

7. What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
The last day of August.
Happy Merdeka!!!

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Not to leave a single scratch on the car.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Not able to shape perfect eyebrows.
And not able to eliminate blackheads for good.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
I had to break my own skin to pluck my ingrown hair.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
Saving plan.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Carpy.
He waits for me until I get home.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Cheryl Chung.
She knows that she is fat and still not being discipline in controlling her diet.
Some people would never learn.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Apparels,
insurance,
bags,
apparels,
skin care products,
apparels,
petrol,
apparels.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Carpy moves into the household!
And...
Dad registered a Tucson under my name as my graduation present.
I know I sound like I am showing off but I was (and still am) really very excited about it leh.

16. What song will always remind you of 2010?
None.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
- happier or sadder?
I have always been =) and =( and =) and =(
I can't tell.
- richer or poorer?
I have no idea.
- thinner or fatter?
Fatter

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Eat.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Eat.

20. How did you spend the holidays?
Scratching off all the itchiness which were caused by summer mosquitoes.

21. Did you fall in love in 2010?
I've been in freefall for 2 years?
My birthday wish new year wish christmas wish taipousam wish when-u-see-a-shooting-star wish is to fall in love.

22. How many one-night stands?
None.

23. What was your favorite TV program?
U ingat u sangat hebat Mentega yang terbang: diari ulat merah jambu yang miang
Kidding.
Gossip Girl.
(try googling ulat)

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Neh.

25. What was the best book you read?
Dan Brown's - the deception point

26. What was your favorite film of this year?
a) Inception.
b) A bastard's story. Okay, again, kidding. *testing limit*
It is just the direct translation from the chinese title of Hachiko: The dog's story
It is 八公的故事 in chinese ma.

27. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
Futuristic.
or classical.
They are the same anyway. *still testing limit*

Kay la I was in love with high-waisted flared skirts last year as they cover my tummy and thighs the best.

28 Whom did you miss?
My boyfriend. *still testing limit*

29. Who was the best new person you met?
Cheryl Chung Shang Hui. *enough or not?! Can't be a bit serious?*
Nay she isn't me.
She's the infamous alter ego of mine.
Strictly speaking she's not new,
but I discover her existence only in year 2010.

30. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.
Don't dress as if you are fuckable if you are not.
Eh... Some narcissistic bastards think that they are so good looking and everyone is gladly to be fucked so strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with our dressings.
BTW I didn't get shagged by that horny head.

The big day?

2010-12-27T23:46:00.016+08:00

Some say, it is the most important day in your life,
that is, your wedding day comes after it.

I doubt.

It was 9th of December, 2010.
Our graduation ceremony.

To me, it is merely a ceremony that I have to go through.
So what if I miss it?
My life still goes on (=_= of course. takkan you die?)
Really, that ceremony didn't really make a difference. (what do you expect then??)
I haven't started working yet. (oh that.. yea. now it makes sense)

Shut up.
Sorry, I was talking to my alter ego.
I can't go on if she keeps on interrupting me.
Sibuk betul.

Back to the track.
Well, most of the law graduates would continue furthering their studies,
we have to obtain the Certificate of Legal Practice before we could really be the law practitioners.
We are still students, after attending the graduation ceremony.
So I finally got to wear the graduation robe and the mortarboard,
which, I had worn for at least 2 times, (or 3?) since my age of 6.
We all had gone through decades of education,
2 years (or more) in pre-school,
6 years in primary school,
7 years in high school,
and finally, it only takes us 3 years to complete a degree.
3 years, are really insignificant if compared to decades of education we had previously had.
We didn't have to wake up early in the morning to catch the bus nor had our attendances taken during our college days.
We didn't have to be canned if we didn't complete our assignments. Oh, we called it homework back then.
We didn't have to stand on the chair nor by the door if we didn't bring our books.
We didn't have to be in uniform anymore - although we are still being restricted by dress codes in the college.
We didn't have to greet our lecturers in unison in the college.
We didn't have weekly assembly.
We didn't have...

Attending college seem to be easier than primary school and high school.

So what is so difficult about completing a degree course?

In your primary school and high school,
as long as you attend classes,
eventually, you would still have the chance to wear the robe and the mortarboard,
despite that there might be 7 F9s in your result.

The same thing doesn't apply in obtaining a degree.
It is a filtering process.
You have to be fine enough the go through the filtering layers.
One of my friend mentioned,
his mates in his A-level days are now nowhere be seen.
The same happens to me, and the rest of my current course mates too.
I bet that my friends in the current clique would not have thought that we would form such a combination.
We were only hi-bye friends by then.
Who would have thought that we would be discussing where to have lunch now?

The lunch gang

This is the difference between primary, high school days and college days.
Sad but true,
if one is not fine,
he or she will be left on the filter layer,
until he or she refines himself or herself.

And I have not reached the base.
I am still halfway through.
The only way I could make myself through is to keep on refining myself.

Okay!!
Done with the blues.
Relax bah people~

So nothing really special happened on that day.
It was quite a pathetic day la - I threw the mortarboard on my own - pathetic.
And I posed alone - pathetic x2.
No la, I didn't spoil the group picture, I was obediently serious when the photographer asked us to get ready.
And no la, I didn't throw the mortarboard on my own.
Not that pathetic.
Awesome shot by Jasmine Sia's dad - uncle Clement Sia.

And I performed - which was pathetic x3 because I didn't get to eat.

I swear I am not an attention seeker.

I wasn't choreographed in the middle all the time la.
Lalalalalala tell you the truth la, it wasn't a full split.

It turned out that my family reserved the food for me so it wasn't that pathetic hence we make it pathetic x2.
And it turned out that the food was blah so let us make it pathetic.

Let me tell you something la,
I wanted a boyfriend before my graduation ceremony,
so that I could have a mega bouquet of flowers,
but you know, I failed la.

Nevertheless!!
I still have flowers from my family members =D

Miao Yii and Yim Fui given me a music box inserted in shape of a grand piano,okay it is proven that I look better with fringe

and the rest of the high school mates given me my Parker pen and an organiser.Yes I stressed my because my name is engraved on the pen.

Family and friends are simply amazing.
So am I.

1111 Happy Singles' Day

2010-11-12T07:04:00.006+08:00

Yo this is so yesterday, literally.

I didn't want to stay home because I wanted to celebrate this very special day (eh you thought everyone has the chance to celebrate huh? You, you, you, you and you and you and you also, go on and celebrate your Valentine's 七夕 etc etc etc *sour),
hence two of my besties were dragged out despite that one of them and I have to work on the very next day.
(and one of them is not even single)

Xuan music cafe @ Kuchai Lama is a place which we've always wanted to be.
One reason is that Yim Fui (original name Ying Huey)'s sister-in-law, a cafe singer is of the opinion that Xuan's singers sing well.

Another is that one day, we passed by Xuan and we saw that only a pathetic few of them occupy the table. We felt sad for the singers who can have interaction with no one except among themselves so we decided to do them a favour by paying them a visit and by giving them a chance to interact with us.

So Miao Yii (original name Mei Yi) and I both ordered some unusual drink - Roselle tea and black date vinegar. Yim Fui's was pretty ordinary - tomato juice. It's just that her tomato juice was yellow in colour instead of red. Okay my knowledge on plants is not that bad, I do realise that there are yellow tomatoes.

And Yim Fui had been busy playing this mind-fucking stuff.
I stopped playing while I had the contemplation to tear the whole thing apart.

The cafe closed at 1am and we ought to sleep by that time because as I have mentioned, both Miao Yii and I have to work and Yim Fui had been sleeping less than 15 hours in 3 days due to exam preparation. Superwoman or what??? I thought me sleeping less than 10 hours in 2 days is very geng already.

Next, we went to a place which is open all day long, my house.
(how come I feel cheesy saying so?)

So we spent 3 hours on playing with Carpy, attacking each other's acupuncture points, and playing different variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars on the piano.

And then it was 4am.
Which, I had only less than 4 hours to sleep.
Upon sending them back and washing up, it was already 4.20am.

So I came up of a brilliant way to prevent myself from oversleeping,
that was to sleep on the couch in the living room.
I am a light sleeper and I know that I would be awaken when my grandma open the gate.
And I thought that I would have no problem falling asleep as that is my usual napping spot.

You know what?
God read my mine, my wish was granted.
Now not only that I did not oversleep and will not be late for work, I have sufficient time to write as well.

I did not get to sleep at all.
I closed my eyes,
but something kept on running in my mind.
I wished I were dreaming but whenever I wanted to open my eyes, I could.
I hadn't fall asleep at all la.
Don't you envy that God treats me so well?

Aiyerrrrrr......
How laaaaaa??
I feel very de sleepy and it's raining now and it's good to sleep but I can't!!!!

Haiyer.
Okay geh... 3 hours of teaching wouldn't kill me.
And after that, I have 5 hours to sleep before I go to my night lecture.
It will work out well, I believe.

Oh yea, it's time for preparation.
Good morning.
And Happy Singles' Day.

My nostrils said hello.

Are you thinking, no wonder she is single...?

Weekly dine out at Poco Homemade

2010-11-09T17:03:00.011+08:00

One day, I told my family,
we shall not stick to home-cooked food.
Yes yes yes it is a nontroversy that home-cooked food is very healthy and cheap but...

Malaysia is a gastronomical heaven,
food reviews have been spreading around and really, it's such a waste for not to try them out.

Actually I'm not that of a great sister/granddaughter/niece la-
I want to dine out at new places and I feel too paiseh to find a long term companion hence I drag my family members into picture.
Blame my esurience.

So that's it.
Every Tuesday.
New places. Same faces.
The rules are pretty simple - there shall be no repetition.

Haijor....
You just have to cincai dook the GPS,
and an uber long list of restaurants would appear before your eyes,
They want to repeat also cannot lah.

This is the... 4th or 5th week.
Finally I made myself to a place which I have always wanted to go.
(even before they move to Bangsar!)

Neh. There it is.
Eh I tell you,
I didn't know photography is strictly prohibited until I saw the phrase on their website.
It seemed like the waitress was okay with it.
She didn't stop me from doing so and there is no sign in the cafe which indicates so...

So we just happily snapping around la.

Oh by the way, it took them quite a while for the food to be served.
I might have lost my patience if not for their quaint decorations...And adorable creatures.
Now who say we look alike???

Nah this is the tofu cake I've always wanted to try.
Basically the cake consist of 3 layers - cheese at the top, tofu in the middle and bottomed with crusts.

Wait.

Was it cheese?
Can't really remember.
Don't scold me if I got it wrong.

In short, I like it~
We finally don't look alike.
While taking the portraits,
we didn't know each other's expressions.

But sisters being sisters,
both of us pout, in different pictures.
And both of us smile too, in different pictures as well.

OverTime which we had to pay for

2010-11-08T19:21:00.008+08:00

It sounds like we were the boss.

Firstly, I have to thank my friend Hafez for inviting us to the Flynnivessary concert set at KL Live.
I really feel sorry for wasted a ticket which entitled for admission of two heads.

Truth is, I didn't really enjoy watching the concert.
I love music - zero doubt about it.
Sad to say, I couldn't be able to find a nice spot to watch!
It was crowded even in a VIP area...

Well, only if those in front of us could sit down.

Then again, who would want to sit while watching a rock concert?

So, (sorry Hafez! If you are reading...) we decided to head to somewhere else,
somewhere of which we could enjoy ourselves better.

Then when we happily stepped out of the Life Centre,
it was raining...

Potong steam betul.

No fear!
You think a little downpour could dampen our mood??!
We were so determined to have fun that nothing could stop us!!
(only if this passion is applied in work...)

So, we decided to head to the next door to enjoy a drink or two.

By drinks, I mean mocktail. Or juice.

April and I are more of warm tea rather cold beer people.
We do drink, occasionally but if given a choice, we would opt for some non-alcoholic drinks.

I really don't understand leh why should we pay to get suffered:
Blush! (They said that this is the sign of good blood circulation)
Puke! (I have very low tolerance for alcohols)
Rashes! (Is that allergy?)
Floats! (I can't even walk properly I feel like a soul without its body)
Glares! (It's difficult to drive when every light you see glares at you)

While we were enjoying the songs played by the live band,
an uncle approached us.

Don't think too much,
he wasn't trying to flirt with us,
he was doing his job - he is none other but the manager of the lounge's.

See, things do not always sail smoothly along our will.
(that's why I am still single grrrrrrrr)
The manager spent us 1 pint (or half) of their signature Starker fresh beer each.

While we were drinking, he kept on promoting how amazing and rare and unique their fresh beers were.

Okay, I would say that that is the smoothest beer I have ever had in my life.
Kilkenny used to be my favourite but now Starker is at the top of the list. (sorry Guinness I don't like you!)
Well, Overtime is the only place which offer such drinks though.

Anyway!! I am saying so not because I got it for free!!
We still got blushed from drinking them!!

No difference from other alcoholic drinks wokeh??
It's quite mild, I didn't vomit though.

Right, spare the drinks, and back to Overtime.

I always enjoy watching live band because of the musicians.

I admire musically inclined souls.
See, I am easily infatuated with musicians, regardless of how gross they are when they are not attached to their instruments.
Well, it's like an on-off button.
Whenever they started playing the instruments, the feeling of infatuation would flow to the mind and once they stopped it, the gate would shut and I would feel deh what was I thinking?

One thing I notice is that I usually infatuated with musicians who play musical instruments that I can't play. Hence I have never had any feeling for a pianist or keyboardist.
This is one of the reasons of I picking up the bass guitar (another one of it is that I look cool!! Well, at least I am honest. Okay further more, I am curious).
If I can play the bass guitar, I wouldn't get infatuated with bassist anymore.

Deh?

Have I gone too far?

I tell you, if I were writing an essay in the high school,
my marks would have been deducted tremendously because I kept on inserting irrelevant points.

That is because I have nothing much to write about Overtime anymore.
Oh yea they have cute waitresses in cute costumes (who spend half of their working time playing with phone in the toilet) so if you have a fetish for that by all means, pay them a visit.

And since things always go against our will,
I shall now declare,
I want to stay single for life...

Err dare not to shout too loud because I afraid that God might grant me the wish.

Nothing beats going out with the soulamate

2010-11-07T02:00:00.010+08:00

When it is a public holiday, you would feel mental imbalance if you stay home, doing assignments.

Although recently I get addicted to assignments, i.e., whenever I have one done, I would feel uber satisfied, I still need to get out occasionally.

Hence, the soulamates' hang out.

No. No typo.
The a is meant to be there.
(the word is originated from typo though)

*nanana are you scrolling up and down trying to match the mouths with the eyes??*

Somehow I wished that it could be a 4-people-outing.

Okay regardless from what angle Mei Yi tried to shoot and what position I attempted to shift,
our kawan would be in the picture.
Alright I understand. All he wants in his life is to have a picture taken with me.

Yo my baybee's daddy,
I hereby command you to appear before me as soon as possible.
Seriously,
what takes you so long?

the person who gave birth to me was given birth on this day in the history!!

2010-11-01T23:19:00.005+08:00

You know who she is.

okay basically this is some last minute work.

I was playing Godfinger when I saw my sister, accompanied by a pile of decades old albums, scanning some old pictures.

She told me that it was mom's birthday and she needed to do something.
Erm.... her mom is my mom, of course.
So... as in...
By right, I need to do something too... right?

While I was still thinking of what should I do, she asked me why couldn't she put the scanned pictures onto Picasa.

Of course.

She saved all the pictures in PDF form, which could only opened by the Adobe Reader.

She then painstakingly rescanned all the pictures again.

That was when I thought that... Hey...perhaps I could give her a hand.

So that's it.
This video.

Compiled by my sister.
Edited by mua.

We can be quite awesome la.

Maybe I should thank the person who gave birth to the person who gave birth to me because without her, I wouldn't had been given birth and wouldn't be able to lead such wonderful life.

Hachiko's invasion

2010-10-27T20:26:00.010+08:00

I just watched Hachiko: The Dog's Story last night despite that it has been released for over a year.

I can't get over it.

Whenever my mind is not occupied (eg peeing/driving),
those scenes in Hachiko's would flash through.

How Hachiko was lost in the train station.
How Hachiko was picked by the professor.
How Hachiko was trained.
How Hachiko tried to sneak out just to send its owner off.
How Hachiko sit handsomely while bearing the hope of the master's return - which never realised.
How Hachiko pictured the master's return at the last moment.

Okay la I felt better when the dog's wish was fulfilled by its own imagination but... it was not real.

It never happened.

Then I started to blame the producer of the show:
Why couldn't Professor Parker ala Richard Gere the dog's master die at home?
Hachiko wouldn't have to bear the expectation of the owner's return that way.

The idea that the dog was waiting for something which would never come, shattered my heart.
Whenever I think of the scenes,
my tears welled up and with a blink of eyes,
they would roll down.

My brother just sent me the scores of Hachiko's theme song,
and I couldn't complete the song,
my vision was blurred with tears.

And I can't help but to relate Hachiko to Carpy.

Every dog would wait for its owner's return.
I would never be alone notwithstanding that I return at four in the morning,
Carpy would be lying at the doorstep, waiting for me.

Whenever the gate opened,
the sleeping Carpy would spring up,
and welcome the return of it's owner with waving tails.

What if...

I went out and never returned?
(choi!!)

Okay,
now the sadder part.

What if...

I come back and what awaits me is darkness and silence?

I shared this idea with April and she comforted me that my grandma would be waiting for me,
which,
led me to a worse idea.
I don't even want to go to that part.

It will happen, subsequently.

I think this is the best moment in my life but I know that I will not be in this situation for life.
Things will change.

If I were given a chance to choose,
I think I would choose to be the one who bear the sadness.

All of the sudden, I feel so reluctant to grow.
I hate the idea that I would be torn apart with my loved ones.

p/s: writing helps. I'm feeling better now.

Stockholm syndrome (2)

2010-10-19T01:50:00.004+08:00

Currently listening to: Massive Attack - Paradise Circus

Read this.

Can die or not?
I'm suffering from the same syndrome.

I fell in love with someone who was...

How should I put it?
I don't want to use harsh words like disgusting or ugly because it's very de offensive la.

Alright,
if I were to rate him,
it would be 1 out of 10.
At least everything of his was complete.

He was fat,
greasy,
has thin hair,
thick lips,
oriental eyes,
onion nose,
and thick palm.

Alright picture it.

No.
It too vulgar.
I can't do it.
It's truly vomit-inducing.

He's even more disgusting than the taxi lou.

But here's the twist.
As I have mentioned earlier,
I fell in love with him.

How??
You say,
HOW??

The best part?

He kidnapped me.

Yes. I was kidnapped.

Shocked?

Didn't know that I even get kidnapped?

It's not something I felt proud of.
I just don't feel like spreading it, although I sorta like doing it now.
I can't hide it anymore.
I have to tell,
but I wasn't able to do it through my teeth.

Anyway,
I can't remember the details very well.
I was too scared at that time.
Was locked in a dark abandoned house,
like those happened in a movie or a drama.
Food and drinks were provided.
Nothing special.
Forgotten how to solve my bladder problems though.

Don't worry,
my family paid the ransom,
everything is alright.
We didn't lodge a police report,
remember?
I fell in love with him, the kidnapper, that very person we were supposed to charge and put him behind the bar.

Furthermore,
who would entertain a case which happened in my dream?

Codes

2010-10-07T23:17:00.007+08:00

It is vital that you understand Cantonese and Chinese in order for you to read this post.

I'm amazed by the power of language.
I'm amazed that people are able to communicate with and understand each others by words.

I mean, this is not something gifted by God, I suppose.
God did not teach us how to speak, how to read, how to write.
Our parents or our guardians or our teachers do.

So, my mother tongue is Cantonese.
I think I started learning Chinese in kindergarten, and fall in love with it thereof.
Needless to say, I understand Malay and English.
Hello, it's Malaysia. Who doesn't understand this?
I know a little of Italian too...
Okay I feel guilty saying so.
I can't speak Italian - I just know a bit of their terms - we have to memorise all those in our music theory.
My ex boyfriend used to communicate in Hakka with his friends and hence,
not only do I understand Hakka,
I can speak too.

That's why I said,
language is amazing.

Well, it is a known fact that most of the Malaysians know at least 3 languages
Most of us couldn't be able to profess in except for the mother langauge.
Hey no, even our mother language are emblazoned [or rather tainted] with our very own Malaysian elements.
Eg, we dont' pronounce 什么 as shen3me although it is the accurate pronounciation but we said sommok instead.
We usually shorten 这样 into 酱.

As for Manglish, please click here.
It's rest assured that you will be amused by those familiar terms.

Well yeap, this is our nature which non-Malaysians might find it difficult to understand.

So, not only Malaysian come out with their own languages,
we among ourselves do create some alien terms too.

Come, let me share some of them with you.

Again, if you don't understand Cantonese/Chinese,
you will not be able to understand the following terms,
except perhaps for the last one.

Hot noisy, etc.
This is a direct translation from the chinese word, 热闹.
The hamka family loves this kind of translation.
Oh speaking of so, hamka stands for 冚家 in chinese,
means whole family.

How sweet...~

Wakil
In Malay, this would mean representative.

If you speak Cantonese, I'm sure that you have came across this phrase:
识少少，扮代表.
Direct translation: Pretend as a pro while you have little knowledge of something.

So the Chung family really hate people who talk a lot especially when they don't have much substance per se.
But we are a bunch of kind people you see,
we hate hurting others.

In order to conceal our evilness,
we came out with this term.

So when someone talk too much,
we would just refer him/her as wakil.
It is all understood then.

Numpetkia
When the hamka members run out of words in an argument,
and they don't feel like cursing (hamka is such a civilised clique yo),
they would use Numpetkia.

Example of usage:
正numpetkia!!
Don't be so numpetkia can or not?
numpetkia la u!!

From the above instances,
you can see that the range of usage for numpetkia is really wide.
It doesn't bear a specific definition,
it can be implied as foolish, brainless, useless, etc.

The best thing is,
people wouldn't even get hurt if you use this word.

Chibubu
It's one of the hamka member's nickname created in a Dota game.

Strictly speaking, it shares the similar usage with numpetkia.
In another word, it's the cute version of numpetkia.

Examples:
正chibubu!!
Don't be so chibubu can or not??
Chibubu la you!!

I find it cute and I name the mommy cat who just gave birth to four kittens at my front yard after it.More on this later.

细块衰，中块衰
(块衰 is to be pronounced gao shui)

This is improvised from the word 大块衰.
Please don't attempt to read it in Chinese.
This phrase doesn't exist at all.

So during high school,
we have this 块衰家族.
We would name the members according to the body size.
The girl who has the smallest size would be named 细细块衰，
followed by 细块衰，and so on.
I am of middle size among the clique hence I was named 中块衰.

Ajeedoo, Ajeedee, Ajee guh luct dai hou chow.
Read aloud.

Still don't get it?
Read again.

Don't get it?
Alright, you don't understand Cantonese.

It is a song created by my younger sister and brother.

Ajeedoo, Ajeedee, Ajee... doesn't mean anything.

Guh Luct Dai can be translated as armpit,
while hou chow means very smelly.

It's such a disgusting song which came with hilarious moves but I just can't stop laughing when they performed it.

I wished that they could do it again but their image prevails everything,
so even if they are willing to perform it,
they would want it to keep it private.

Oh by the way, the second verse sounds like the following:
Ajeee dooo....
Ajeee deee....
Ajeee Guh Luck!
See Fuct Jai hou Chow....

Those who can understand cantonese,
read out loud, and try to decode the words la.

Kuku sotong
This is a famous guys' game in my brother's high school.
Kuku means penis in... Cantonese? Child's language? Hokkien? Malay?
Not important, as long as you know that by kuku we refer to penis and by sotong we mean squid.

Basically the victim will be pushed against the floor by a bunch of guys,
while one of them hold the victim's legs in his hands,
and press one of his foot against the guy's penis so to make the guy's penis look like those squid's legs.

Illustration:

Understood?
Yes you do.

K la.
That's all from now.
I will write more if any strikes my mind again.

Secret

2010-10-04T23:34:00.003+08:00

I'm glad to have reincarnated as a human instead of a tree so that I wouldn't have to be processed into papers and become a diary.

It's difficult to keep secrets, especially when it's something happy,
something of which you would want to spread it off on behalf of the person who told you that secret.

Well, that's the difficult part.
See, I'm a kaypoh, and I love knowing something which others don't know.
I feel privileged that way.
The hard part is that I can't use it as a gossip topic.
So friends have faith on me and keep on feeding me with their secrets,
and the more I get from them, the more I feel like bursting it out but I can't!!
God.
That's difficult.

I really don't get why wouldn't that someone share it with everyone.
Oh, maybe that particular person did, in the same way he/she shared with me.

'It's a secret, please don't tell anybody else.'
That's what he/she told everyone.
He/she wanted to make it low hence he/she used this way.

Then when any of the listener spread it off to another listener,
the second listener would go like 'oh he/she told me the same too!'
then indirectly the whole world would get to know that piece of news.

I'm not a diary, and I'm glad that I'm not, otherwise I would have to take more secrets,
but your secrets are still safe with me.

What crap am I talking about?

*Tony Starks, if you are reading, I don't refer to your secret.
I refer to someone else's.*

I think they do love me...

2010-09-15T14:37:00.008+08:00

Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten so many surprises + celebration from them.
One after another, I almost couldn't take it.
Well, pathetically speaking, in my life, I haven't had so many of it in such a short period!

Alright.
I am rummaging through my memories, it happened 2 weeks ago, and memories do fade through passage of time. I need time to recollect the pieces. Aiks, if not for the procrastinating nature born with me.

1) Lavazza's
This is totally unexpected. Of course, it was a surprise, as I said.

I wrote about it here.

2) Sakae Sushi's
This is a fake celebration, according to them.
It is just a smokescreen in preparation for the coming surprises.

So the same clique, 3 of them, Jia Liang, Toby and Kin Chung treated me lunch as a so called celebtration at Sakae Sushi.
And I thought they wouldn't do anything anymore after that.

Opaque smokescreen they had it until I couldn't see the truth behind the it at all.

3) Taman Mutiara's residential area
This is quite funny I should say.

We gathered not for my birthday, albeit it was my birthday eve.

We were sending off one of the Hamka members, Rip (Ripdaman in full) who would be serving in Canada.

Buay Rip!

Rip will be good.
No worries lah.

Since it was quite early after sending him off, we decided to head to somewhere to watch fireworks.
Initially, we planned to go to the Look Out Point area, BUT there comes two problems.
1) it was Merdeka eve, we assumed that we had to jam all the way up to the hill.
2) Toby would wish to spend the Merdeka eve with his crush Yen Yee (hello any of you reading here?), and it would take about 20 minutes to crash the initially destined Ampang area from Yen Yee's place, it was 11.30pm when we made all the decisions and it was more than a speculation that we couldn't make it on time.

In the end, we decided to change the fireworks watching point to Yen Yee's residential area, a place of which we could have a equal bird-eye view of the city.

Toby and I went to pick Yen Yee up while the people from the other car, driven by Jia Liang, told Toby that they would want to get Oblong burger to have a picnic supper at the hill.

(sidenote: when asked, Toby told me that Oblong stands for Obviously Long,.
=.=
And I believed.

Er... Don't tell me that you believed like I did?)

So clock stroke 12am, and disappointingly, there weren't much fireworks around.
Individual fireworks could be spotted blossoming here and there in a lonely fashion.
Silent Merdeka celebration we had there. Sigh.

Alright I was ranting and babbling to an Aunty of how few fireworks this year when I heard someone singing from my back.

And I saw a familiar scene - Jia Liang, with a cake on his hand, leading the same clique, coming on my way.
The only difference is that the glamorous square Opera cake was then replaced by a simple round chocolate cake, decorated with a National flag which we got it at KLIA (happy Merdeka!); and the birthday song was taken over by our national anthem, Negaraku. Oh yea, how patriotic!!

That was, again, totally unexpected lah.
I remembered my self hiding my face in my hands, in a similar fashion of what I did in Lavazza's.
Really, how could one have so many surprises in such a short period?
Am I blessed or what?
Yea I shouldn't be too arrogant, that might just be a by the way act but see, I get satisfied very easily, even a by the way act was able to delight me.
Plus, I shouldn't have asked much - they, afterall, had celebrated for me few days before that!

That simple act, has truly made my night.

Oh wait, maybe it's not that simple afterall.

It wasn't easy for them to get a cake at that hour, and they were able to get one from Tesco, which operated until midnight.
I don't know whose brilliant idea was that, but thank you lah kawan~~

4) Zouk Cafe
It was a planned celebration and I knew that my friends gathered for my birthday.
Yen Yee, Hwai Li and Yen Ying were already there when I reached that place.

So ordered food, chit chatted, dee dee daa daa, and I expected it to be an end already.

So you could guess what happened next.

That familiar scene appeared before me again.

Someone was holding the cake, leading a bunch of people, singing the birthday song, coming on my way.

The difference of this with the previous two surprises were that, I saw a few unexpected faces..
I never thought that they would be there!

Alright, I know that Xiao Funn, who gave me a pair of beautiful Quaver earrings would be invited, her absence might due to her usual busy schedule....but Mei Yi! My soulmate! I never expected her to be there!
Don't think too much - it was not that something unpleasant happened between Mei Yi and Yen Yee + friends, they simple were not that close.

Much thanks to the sweetest Yen Yee who organised everything!!

Oh and!! That bunch of guys whom I had seen them for *I can't recall how many times* in a roll.
I thought it was just a girls' night out!

Anyway it was much like a girls' night out because the hens were gathered at one table while the bulls at another. There were not much of interactions between the two genders. Sometimes it's just too difficult to get every single person involved at the same time due to the location.

Usual practices. We normally pen down the greetings on the spot.Hwai Li.
Yeng Chern who gifted me a pair of treble clef earrings.
Whooiyoh my pals really know me!!!

Last but not least, boys at the next table writing the greetings.
***

Phew. Surprises no more.
The one at Zouk's marked an end to my 23rd birthday.
I thought I was lucky and blessed to have spent my 21st birthday with the most beautiful fireworks I have ever seen.
I thought I was lucky and blessed to have spent my 22nd birthday in an unusual place last year.

I was pleased and I didn't expect much for my 23rd.
Now I am truly delighted, knowing that there is a bunch of people who appreciate my birth.

Thank you mom! For giving birth to me!!

BEST!

2010-09-02T02:18:00.011+08:00

Okay I try not to exaggerate but that's the best Japanese meal I have ever had.
See I love food but at the same time I'm a cheapskate who would usually opt for middle-price range food.

Japanese food have always been one of my favourite and when my friends and I could not think of any other food we usually would resort to it. Not to say that it's the last resort (how can it be the last resort) but nothing else could beat it I guess.

How ironic it was when Umai-ya had this Merdeka promotion for buffet lunch.
Remember how cruel and inhumane did Japanese treat our moyang when Tanah Melayu was conquered by them?
Forced ingestion? Where water were forced down the throat then into the stomach of our moyang's thena board would be put onto our moyang's stomach and each side of the board would be stepped on like playing on a see-saw to force the water out of the body again??
Slaving our moyangs?
Raping our moyangs?
(there are some other form of tortures but I can't recall any by now.
Cheh not that I was there, it is my grandma's bedtime story.
Yes my grandma knows nothing about Brothers Grimms' so I know nothing about Cinderella and Rapunzel until Disney made them into cartoons)

But it's all over now.

Not to worship Japanese, but they really are pretty productive.
They excel in motor industries, electric and electronic appliances, porns (too bad female is still the weaker side in their porn. Stand up Japanese women!!) and not forgetting food~

I've gone too far again.

Can we back to the food?

So Japanese buffet we went as my (suppose to be our. Bryan and I) birthday treat.

Not much pictures that I have taken because I only had half a dragon fruit as my breakfast. Yealar true Shang Hui kiasu fashion.

Now. Sashimi.

I'm so Ulu I thought it was impressive to have that amount of pink salmons before me.
What?
Usually I only have 3 pieces of Sashimis which already cost me RM5.90 at Sushi Zanmai.
I could have a big plate of Sin Chew Bee Hoon with that price alright?

Wait till I see this.Remember the expression of the nut-craver's in Ice Age 3 when it gone to the heaven full of nuts?
Yes imagine that expression on my face.
Felt myself and that plate of Sashimis are glowing - with harps as background music and little angels flying around my head gracefully.

*faint*
No cannot faint.
I have to eat.
Sorry. Cannot resist to tempt you.

Alright, back to reality before Bebee and April finished up the Salmons. These Lims are crazy sashimi lovers as I am.Legendary Bebee Lim who had devoured up to 40 pieces of salmons
(+ her darl, Wilson Lee who was conveniently bokeh-ed by mua)

Unlimited pieces of sashimis are good enough,
but the icing on the cake would be the followings:Ice cream!!!!!
Faster imagine my usual expression when I have sweet stuff put before me.
Here they have 3 flavours: Wasabi, Chocolate and Macha.
Well I am those kind of person who eats plain wasabi during food waiting session and they guess I would love the ice cream and they even suggested me to mix up real wasabi with the ice cream.

*wasabi ice cream tasting in progress*
Scoop with spoon, slowly put into the mouth.
Rolled around with tongue. Wait. Till the ice cream melted.

BEST lah!!!!!

Okay. I was exaggerating.
It was spicily good, but I still prefer something less adventurous like macha and super boring chocolate ice cream.
Another 2 scoops of each please.

Have I told you about the sugar withdrawal symptoms I have suffered from?
I think I did.
Basically I need to have regular intakes of sugars - otherwise I would have runny nose and short temper and stuff lah.

Last but not least, a procedural candles blowing and cake cutting session~
Hello dearie ex please look at this picture!!!
I am so protective of myself now that my future boyfriend doesn't have to worry that I zao guong anymore.
Alar pity of you that you have to take up that worry...

Look like a pair of couple ain't it?
No la I'm not dreaming - Bryan and I are jimuis it's impossible for us to couple up and I said so just because I know some of you would think we really look like one pair and I wanna prove that I can read your mind.

Wishing really hard.Haiyah everyone knows what's my birthday wish already.
No lor I'm not that shallow lor wanting a boyfriend is not my only birthday wish alright?
I also wish to pass my CLP exams at the first attempt.

*acknowledgement + appreciation. People who attended*

CK and his girlfriend, Jaslin, also another sashimi lover~~~
Despite that they have had another round of buffet at another branch of Umai-ya's,
they still attended the lunch. =)))))))

Joshua Ong who was sicked for that day.
This boy had been so quiet throughout the lunch.
Poor thing stayed till the end of the session despite having heavy head.
Oi! You better get well soon!!
I want you to talk more on our next meet up!!

+ Ren (who owns a classical Leica camera for free due to some technical mistake made in the ebay transactions .. I like!!!) + April (I will whack you if you say you don't know who April is) who were not in the pictures.

And the very late Ceddy!!!Please let me explain his lateness!
Ceddy was late because he wanted to get something for me~!!
Neh the compilation of 101 music for relaxation I'm holding in hand??
Can you see that???
You know what I have always wanted to get this kind of music because I practise Yoga and Pilates (don't ask me why am I still so fat) and sometimes it's tiring to count in silence. Music helps in counting, definitely. I only have contemporary hits on my play list and I will lose patience very fast and started dancing (don't ask me why am I still so fat) if I practise Yoga to those music.
Alright I didn't purchase it for myself because of the same ol' reason - I am stingy, simple as that.

Everything was just amazing lah.
Thank you people for the treat!!

I feel worried again.
I'm gonna repeat what I have said earlier.
I am feeling so happy right now I afraid that there is a quota for happiness and I have over consumed it and not much would be left.
I hope I could find an ingredient to generate happiness so that I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

It's an assss' post

2010-08-30T14:27:00.006+08:00

I purposely added another 2 S so that you wouldn't think of it as a post of detailed description of a buttock or a donkey.
Nor am I enraged with anything so please don't take the asss here as a vulgarity.
By this, I do mean the alphabet 'S'.

See, this is an amazing alphabet.
Stuff which begin with an S are splendid:
Sun.
Sea.
Sand.
Surf.
Scubadive.
Skydive.
ShangHui.
Etc.

Too bad, my post is about neither of this.
BTW, save the shit.
I know some people are mentally imbalanced,
when someone speaks of good stuff,
they think of the opposite the rebut the speaker's statements.

Let's go back to the assss' post.

So it was Sunday.
See. Told you so.
It is an undeniably fact that both Saturday and Sunday are the favourite days of the week for many of you out there.
And both of the spelling start with S.

A bazaar will be held at Mist Club, hence April and I decided to check it out.
We need to find something to fill up our boring Sunday.
K I swear upon my body weight that it was not pre-planned.
It's so happen that we were wearing stripes.

Whoa daytime Mist.Good thing about daytime Mist club is that it's not misty at all.
Since it's a fashion bazaar,
no one is allowed to smoke (start with an S as well, but this is not good),
hence air was clear,
albeit there is still some leftover smell which trapped in the fabrical stuff in the club.
Well, it's good to enjoy the blasting music without having to breathe in the choking air.Look!! The DJ was wearing stripes as well!!

Shopping has always been girls' favourite activity.
Well it is not necessary to splurge in order to enjoy the joy in shopping.
Window shopping could be quite satisfying...
Alright, I feel guilty saying so and I can't go on anymore.
Window shopping can never satisfied my desire.
The ultimate purpose of shopping is to bring something home.
The whole process of shopping would render pointless and it's a waste of time if you end up nothing in the end.

BUT!
It still doesn't mean that I have to spend lavishly.
Now I have to clarify something - some people thought that I am highly maintained.
Eh.. Please la. I am in actual fact a cheapskate.
I can safely say that I seldom buy normal price item - unless the original price is RM25.
I am more stingy than how you have thought I was.
I would rather spend more for a gastronomy adventure rather than for fashion.

Okay anyway,
so the fun part of shopping is something in the middle of splurging and buying nothing.
It is the discovery of something worth its price, something of which, when seen, looks more expensive than its cost.
(BTW, I just bought a second hand 50mm f1.8 lens for RM230.
Yea I heard your small voice: walao RM230 she said cheap. She is rich lah. but wait!
The first hand price of the lens is about RM330.
The 2nd hand would usually priced at about RM280.
You are lucky if you are able to find one at RM250.
So am I not the luckiest person to be able to get one at RM230??
It's not a super old lens in the first place!! The warranty period last until May2011.
Nah this is what you call a smart shopper lark)

Alright back to the bazaar.
The whole point of going to the bazaar is to hunt for cheap stuff.
Smart Shang has fulfilled this point in the satisfied level.
In the end, I only bought a top and a shorts - both of them are under RM30.

So it was still quite early when we done shopping in the bazaar.
We decided to continue our journey to Jalan Telawi.I heard small voices in you again: Hooiyoh Bangsar oh high class people oh.
That's what my friend teased me when I told him that I was shopping over there.

Wait lah. I haven't finished talking yet.
I did not manage to get anything from those boutiques at Telawi street - because those clothes cost more than I would want to spend.
Well, I believe that in most of the cases, it is not that you can't afford those pieces of clothes.
You can, if you want to get it.
It's just... it is overpriced lah.. it costs more than it is worth.

Okay I ended up buying only a laptop skin (RM15) and a handphone strap for my sis (RM5), *the said laptop skin*
after climbing up stairs and stairs and stairs.
Good way to burn calories though.

After a long while, we started to get hungry.
Unlike some of the Twitterians, we don't whine about it.
We do something more practical, like, hunting for food.

We ended up having something start with S again, (save that shit!)
Sushi it is!!
Double S this time, it's Sakae Sushi!!
Alright it's nothing fascinating about eating Sushi, so I have nothing much to talk about it.
Erm... Except that I terpoured April's green tea while attempting to get the menu.
And... Except that I was being clumsy while refilling my green tea and showered the table with hot water.
And... Except that I left my laptop skin at my seat and the staff kindly sent it back to me while I was paying at the cashier.

Nothing special other than this.

You see, I am one of those people who think that a perfect meal shall end with desserts.
I can safely say that I am addicted to sugar.
I will suffer from sugar withdrawal symptoms such as feeling sleepy, having runny rose, etc. if I don't give myself regular intakes of sugar.
I know, this is bad for my health but I just can't help it.
You know, it's like smoking.
It's not that I have ever tried smoking, I just feel that they can't quit because they encounter the similar problems too.

Anyway, I need some sugary stuff to satisfy my sweet tooth.
Hence cupcakes we went for!!We went for Bijou's which cost us RM5.50 each cupcakes.
Yes I know it's rather expensive for a cake because you could simply get a muffin for RM2.50 from King's but as I've said, I would rather spend more on food.

Sunday.
Shopping.
Sushis.
Sweet tooth's satisfaction.

Superb~

I was dumb. Hence I was surprised.

2010-08-28T23:05:00.010+08:00

Thank you God I finally have peace in mind.
My auntie had been turning on the TV for hours and I couldn't write with such distractions.
Yes I could just move myself to my room but I am too lazy to do so.

Anyway,
I can't really let my friends read this post - they will laugh at me for being so cheesy.
Or maybe I should write less sentimental so that my friends wouldn't laugh at me even if they read it.

So it was a super spontaneous surprise party.

So I thought it was a normal 38 meet out before Ying Huey (Yim Fui thereof, I'm too used to her nickname, and I am called Shiong Wooi while Mei Yi is called Miao Yii) heading off to Seremban.

Everything started off like a normal night out,
except that Miao Yii was cradling her bag instead of carrying it as usual.
I did question her mindlessly and she gave me some vague answer which I have forgotten what was that la.
Yeap I am not quite of a curious person plus I was busy apologising for being an hour late because of the delay in the church practice.

In actual fact, the cake was in her bag so she has to carefully cradle it.
How dumb was I not to think of that.

Upon arrival at Lavazza,
we sat down and flipped through the menu like any other normal night out,
everything still going on like a normal night out,
except that both of them went to the toilet before ordering drinks.
Okay la there was nothing wrong with that since it was quite a long journey from our place to Lavazza and normal right if their bladders were full by then.
Then Yim Fui went out with quite a nervous look and announced that Miao Yii was menstruating and in need of sanitary napkins.
Well alright I offered mine but leh she rejected, saying that Miao Yii wanted her own and Yim Fui took the whole bag into the toilet.Okay la again there was nothing wrong with this because it's not necessary to let the whole world knows that she was menstruating la, not that she would be entitled any discount also, so it's really okay to fetch the bag instead of the pad itself.
Again I wasn't suspicious of anything because I was busy thinking what to eat and what to drink.The food which attracted and distracted me.

In actual fact, they were trying to contact the boys, knowing that the cafe is near to the futsal centre and put the cake into the fridge.
(I wanted to type put the fridge into the toilet, and after laughing at myself I wanted to type put the cake into the toilet.
Aisay brain is not functioning well wei)
How dumb was I that didn't even come across my mind.

Next we went on 38-ing as usual.
And we were the noisiest table in the cafe as usual.
Everything still went on as usual except that at one point, Yim Fui was winking and shaking head to the waiter!!!
I did wonder for a while and questioned her.
But then again, it was quite usual for us to interact with the staff in the cafe,
so I didn't really bother lah.

In actual fact, the waiter wanted to bring out the cake,
and Yim Fui was gesturing to stop him from doing so, as our friends were not there yet.
I wish I could see the scene of the waiter blowing off the lit up candles.
I wasn't really dumb not to think of that. I mean. Who would?

Everything still went on as usual except that when I was backed from toilet,
they switched place.
They wanted me to sit somewhere where my back face the main entrance so that it was easier for us to talk.
I didn't oblige and went on to sit at a place which I thought was even easier to talk.
Not that they insisted though.

In actual fact, they didn't want me to realise when our friends came in.
How dumb was I that didn't even strike my mind.

Coincidentally, Miao Yii was talked about one of her admirer who sent her messages which sent her goosebumps,
so, sampatly, I browsed Facebook.
Yim Fui grabbed the chance and trying to distract me by asking me to show her more pictures of the admirers'.

Everything went on as usual.
Halfway browsing, I heard someone singing the birthday song,
and I wanted to put my phone down and clap and sing along.
Yealar whenever there is a birthday celebration in public, I clap and sing enthusiastically to it.
How dumb was I.

When I looked up, I saw the hamka gang!!!
One of them had a chocolate square cake with lit up candles in his hand.
(who was that again... forgotten)

How could it be...???
Erm... why not??

Yes of course it could be but....

Alright at that point I was truly surprised and gone totally speechless.eh squint your eyes hard and look at my overly cheerful face!
Erm... not to say that it's a rare scene you could always ask me to show it to you.

I have never thought that it was my birthday celebration!!!
It's like, I have never gotten any unexpected surprises in my life (so pathetic right? Yea. most of the surprises were, sad to say, expected. so those were not truly surprises. Oh yea except for that bouquet of flower on the prom night. That's one true surprise.) and I was delighted until I was about to cry.
Okay I know they wanted me to cry but I did not (tahan. tahan. cannot cry. I didn't wear waterproof mascara that night).
They even had Kin Chung videotaping the whole process.

What could I say about that????

Surprises are really difficult to be thrown, especially when I am the driver.
My friends are really brilliant lah.

How should I thank them???
How could I not thank them???

Not to underestimate my friends, but seriously my friends have always been very cool and very sarcastic and I really never thought that they would work out such a plan lor.

My zimui Yim Fui and Miao Yii were the main organiser lah I know.
There were a lot of suspicious circumstances,
but I was too dumb to realise that lah.
I wasn't being too alert when I was with them.

Somehow I think God did its part too.

Had I not brought Mei Yi and Ying Huey to Lavazza, the party wouldn't have jadi.
Lavazza is a cafe which located near to the boys' futsal centre.
Initially, the boys couldn't make it because they would be playing futsal on the same night.
So technically speaking, they were just passing by (hence all in jerseys as would be seen in the pictures) the cafe before heading to their games.
Nevermind, it was sufficient.
I was touched to the max lah I should say.
Alright not that I am being very unhappy throughout the whole year, my life is not that pathetic la but that one indeed is my happiest day of the year!!!

See I was so delighted until I wore that gum-exposing smiles on my face in all the pictures.

Another thing that was right to the spot:
all this while,
my mei and I had been talking about trying the Classical Opera and guess what?
It so coincidentally that Miao Yii chosen Opera as my birthday cake!!
See she really can read my mind!!
Memang my soulmate....!

Additional surprise!!! Doubling the happiness!!
Lavazza staff thought that it was my birthday,
and they gave us the complimentary set of desserts!!
Boy that was what I had been dying for!!!
Albeit Yim Fui opined that those were the leftovers of the day, I still felt very satisfied!!!
And it wasn't even my birthday!!!
Holy mama how could things go so smooth????

Really people,
thank you so much.
I feel appreciated and I really appreciate it.

Even Carpy sprang out when I opened the glass door.
Poor thing it was 2am and he was waiting for me...!Manja!

According to my grandma he refused to go up to his bed and remained lying in the living room.
How touching it was when you know that someone (or something) is waiting for you at home...

And I feel worry again.
I always feel so when there is too much of good stuff happen at once.
It's like.. I will use up my happiness quota and I can't feel happy anymore...

it's complicated

2010-08-24T01:08:00.005+08:00

That does not apply to my relationship status.
I am single, simple as that.

By that, I am referring to my current mood.

I shall be happy.

My exam result has just released.
I did not pass in flying colors, but at the very least, they are running, or walking, if you want to put it that way.
I made it through to CLP anyway.

I shall be happy.

I was once happy.
I have never put any expectation over my result.
All I ask of is just to get a key to CLP - and now I've got it.

Everything has gone so well, until that image flash my mind.

My dad.

Being the eldest among the siblings,
he is putting high expectation over me,
that I shall be good, as I am always the role model for the younger ones.
I got rather decent result last year, which leads him to expect of the same from me this year.

I texted him to result, and 'second lower is a sure thing for you lah...' is what he has replied in text.
'anyway, you still deserve a congratulations.' he added.

Later, my dad called me.
I could sense disappointment in his voice.
I could hear myself convincing him this is not that important, as long as I get a decent result for the Certificate of Legal Practice.
It is not that important, as long as I make competent presentation in an interview.

Well, he responded by saying that his not-so-excellent result is anything but something to assist him to have his current achievement.
Yes I have to agree.
He made an attempt to comfort both of us.

Dad, you phailed lah.

You added something about the master degree in law.
Yea, with my result, I can't get a key to that door.
I could do MBA though, I told my dad.
Erm... I hope.

My eyes welled up as soon as I ended the call.
I could then feel the warmth of tears on my cheeks.
It should not be that fashion.
I shall be smiling.

I have disappointed my dad.
I am sorry.

Now I'm thinking, I have been a good nerdie girl for 3 years,
am I doing it for myself or my dad?
Come to think of it,
my dad was the one who chosen this path for me.
I was aimless afterall.
While people ask me, why law?
I would say, I have nothing better to do, and my dad wishes that I could be a lawyer.
That's the truth.

Still, I am happy for myself.
I gave in my best.

CLP, here I come.
At least I'm still on the right path.

p/s: my dad is the best man in the world,
don't you ever think low of him.
He just expected highly of me, and I did not meet his expectation.
That's all.

The narrator

2010-08-10T17:26:00.002+08:00

I think I have been reading too much I have started to narrate my own life.

When I had my hands off the book, I could hear a faint little voice echoing in my mind, trying to search through the sea of vocabulary to describe whatever I was doing.

Erm I can assure you that I am not having any psychological disorder.
(most of the psycho patients say so anyway but that's different.
I am perfectly normal.
I am having holiday, perfectly relax, what could possibly make me go cuckoo?)

See, at the current moment, my narrator says:

While her fingers were still moving across the keyboard,
frequently pressing the backspace button to erase off the errors made,
her eyeballs rolled to the side while she was still facing the laptop.

She could only have a clearer mind so as to generate a better thought when she was not having thousands of letters in sight..

Yealar. Something like this lah.

The little voice wouldn't just go away.

See see it's coming again.

She frown.
The thought that she has a voice in her mind made her feel so sick.

Die lah. I can't get rid of the voice.
It's like I have turned into some character in the book and the author is trying to describe my thought, my movements and my everything so the reader could get what I am doing now.

Perhaps I really should take a break from reading.
For the past few days I have became a total nerd that I even brought a book to the buffet lunch.
*gasp* it's coming again.

The yummylicious little treats were placed before her but it seemed like her eyes were locked to those lines and nothing else could attract her attention.
This is not usual.
Food used to be at the position of the book - her eyes were locked to the food and nothing else could attract her attention.
'One more chapter,' she thought.
Chapters after chapters, the delectables still remain untouched.

Things are getting serious as food does not intrigue me as much as a book does!!
Food used to be top of the list and it is definitely unbeatable okay?

Nonono.
My holiday shall not only about books.

I shall start doing something else.
I can't just stick my butt onto the couch whole day and indulged myself between the lines.
First, churchmate is calling for my assistance to become the pianist for their songfest.
Yes, I will go, despite that I am not close to any of them and I am not a believer and I have different mindset with them but hey, it is something else beside books.

Second, one of the twitterian (hi CK! I doubt you will be reading though) will be having birthday celebration tomorrow at Yuen's and yes I will be there, despite that I have lose interest in food and the buffet price I will be paying does not worth the amount of food intake but hey, it is something else beside books.

And....

Okay at least I am not going entirely anti social.
Good for me.

She's here... Again....

She smiled in satisfaction at her outing plans which are sprinkled over the calendars,
thinking that she has a life,
and it's not all about books.

Please go die you little prick.
I don't wanna hear your voice anymore.

Secretly cursing her little narrator, she squinted her eyes, as if it helped in getting rid of it.
Back in her mind,
she clearly knows that it is not that easy.

Failed...

__________

2010-08-04T12:13:00.004+08:00

Right just look at the title.
That is the exact mood of mine.

Grumpy it is.

So you may have heard from me: I've been assigned a very heavy task by my dad.

I have to escort my mei to the college.

- Wake up!!
Rising unnaturally against my biological clock (my sleeping time is set at 2am-11pm) makes me grumpy.
It could be the alarm. Or the knocking on the door (by Carpy!!). Or the drilling sound from neighbour's renovation.
Whatever it is, I don't feel good being waken that way.

- Makan
In a rush.
I have no time for that!!
I am running late!!
Oh no. Not me. My mei will be running late if I take my own sweet time.
Right. 3-in-1 oat. One gulp. Gao dim.
Should add some fruits into my diet.
It's messy to eat dragon fruit, kiwi requires slicing into half and I have to wash off the pesticide on the strawberry before eating. Gah screw it! Let me stress again, I have not time for that! My mei is waiting in the car already!!!

- Getting ready
Be fast! I better be!
I have to shower!! I usually do not wash my hair at night and 24 hours of not cleaning it would leave it greasy! Yuck.
10 minutes for cleaning up and arrrrr..... no time for drying my hair.
And what to wear????
Arghhh I have no idea!!!!
Haiyah I will just grab whatever it is on the bed.

-Main task
To keep an eye on mei when she's driving.
As I have stressed before, I slept at 4am. Sleep deprived. How to be alert when I am at the passenger seat doing nothing??
I doze off instead - which I'm not supposed to be.
When I open my eyes, what I have in sight is the college's parking area.
Every amateur driver pursues terrible parking skill - I used to be one too
That's another main thing in the job scope - direct my mei when she's attempting side or reverse parking.
After 10 or 15 minutes when she's finally got into the parking space, we have to wait for the lift to get to the ground floor.
My task is done at the moment.

-Wait
Look for some place to hang out for 3 hours.
Summit is not a place for shopping.
What to do laaaaaaaa???
K manage to hang around in a zombified way for 3 hours,
it's then time to get back to my mei

-Main task.
Refer to the above section.

My life sucks right.

Not so.
Erase off the negative elements, let's inject some optimism into life.

-Rise and shine
Hmm how awesome is it to rise when the sun ray is still comforting warm, instead of the piercing hot one.
I went to the slumberland quite early the night before and boy my body loves it too~

- Gastronomy study
No rocket science required.
It is indeed fabulous to kick start the day with muesli and milk.
Kiwi, strawberry and dragon fruit do add some colors to my breakfast.
A cube of Cadbury chocolate with mint filling wouldn't hurt much.

- Clean and beam
It is vital to have a fresh me for the fresh day - greasy hair do serious damage to my image.
My hair loves Herbal Essence's Hello Hydration by the way - not only does it keep my locks moisture, it leaves a pleasant smell too.

- Solely soul sisters
That is the main point of the job - speed controller.
Chatting is always welcomed even it is an amateur who's driving provided that a slightly experienced one keep an eye on the amateur.

- Hang out loud
Books and laptop is my best company when I'm alone.
The only stuff that bothers me is whether I should go for green tea or coffee.
3 hours would never be enough when you experiencing a pulse-quickening read - by this I mean Dan Brown's.
Oh plus, I could update my rotting blog - that's what I'm doing now.

- Way back home
Routine in the car repeated.
More chatting and laughing.
Packed some tidbits for mei - jamming back from Subang to Cheras could be really time consuming.

See. Things could be much more fabulous!!!
In fact, the second scenario happened on the first few days.
Things turn sour over time.
In addition, I slept at 4am - it matters. Scroll up to the first step, I feel grumpy if I don't wake up in the natural way. The whole regime torn from the very beginning.

Sigh. So in order to have a good day, I shall start sleeping early.

Ageing

2010-07-30T20:45:00.004+08:00

Aside from the usual daily skincare regime, I think I have to splash more chemical stuff onto my face already.
1, 2, 3.
3 fine lines.
At the corner of my eye.
Yes yes by all means scroll up and you will be able to see it.

Apparently, winking is an expression only fit for girls who are 20 and below.

I shall start using my mom's anti-aging skincare product which I previously thought was too greasy.

Aging.

I feel that it's coming nearer and will in no way go further.

Legend has it, Cleopatra, the Queen of Egpyt indulged in milk bath to preserve youth.
Rumor has it, Elizabeth Bathory the blood countess murdered the young virgins, drained their bloods and bath in it.
Chu Hsi, the queen of China is rather normal compared to the two abovementioned women. She used pearl powder.

So troublesome.

I consider myself a hardworking skin carer.
I have been religiously following the 3-step skincare regime - cleanser, toner, moisturiser.
I have been using facial mask on... eh.. I seldom use a mask.
I have been...

None.

Alright, I deserve those fine lines.

Aiyah.

Those are only wrinkles anyway.
It's not the end of the world.

I would rather spend more time reading than to crack my head to smooth those wrinkles.

Back to my book. Buai.

Oh by the way chocolate carries anti-oxidant agent right?

Back to my book and chocolate. Buai.

carpybaby~

2010-07-27T20:49:00.005+08:00

Your secrets are safe with me =)

A kiss for a boy other than an official boyfriend?Only you, Carpy~ =D

Perth: It's time for day 4

2010-07-18T20:01:00.021+08:00

Heh heh heh.
Hello people~It's been so long since you saw me here yea?
A big hello to you!

Cut the crap.

Day 4 was a delightful day.

Why? What contributed to the yeppiness?
Yes you have guessed it.

The usual predictable Chung Shang Hui fashion - food it is!!

Look!!
See what you could name here.
Mushroom. ✔
Beef. ✔
Tomato. ✔
Capsicum. ✔
Pumpkin. ✔
Sausages. ✔
Deeng deeng deeng!
You guys got it alright eee so smart one cube of Cadbury for you nah~♥
And some unseen garlic bread and Japanese salad.

Okay now you imagine this - half stick of butter to be sizzling melted on the foil,
put in all the heavily marinated meat and fresh veggie,
butter then be absorbed into the food by heat...
mmm....Please do say me ulu I really haven't had barbequed food for lunch in Malaysia.
Neither would I be in the park barbequeing food in the noon in Malaysia. Siao a?

Their public barbeque stove is really great~~
Charcoal is not required at all - all you need to do is to push a button, put the foil then food on the stove and voila!! Gratifying grillicious juicy food =D

Hey this is aunty Lucy, aunty of my brother's friend, Yvonne.Serious chef.
She made awesome salad - it tasted 90% near to those served with the Zanmai dressing.
Life, how great could that be...

Look at this series of pictures. While Yvonne and her aunty were busy preparing food, the Chung family were doing their own stuff relatively.Bwahaha my sis's expression. Happily waiting for food.And those appetizing food did not only attract us human, it brought along some crows too.
Hence my dad made this to scare the crow off.
=.= his version of scarecrow - which was not working at all.
*pokes dad* failed!!!

Anyway after we have our tummy filled, we headed to do something really... how should I put it... pleasurable.

Yes la I know I sound like some diva if I say so but in Malaysia, I try as much as I could to stay outdoor. I am that kind of girl who would rather wake up early to jog than to expose under the sun. I am afraid of UV ray and we had to stay under the sun for hours - to carry out some sadistic activity.

Yesh, we went fishing.
Hurting someone else for self pleasure?
Erm... Okay.

Anyhow, I tried too, since aunty Lucy was pretty enthusiastic about that.Very well prepared.

Okay. So I was there, sitting by the jetty, under the sun, waiting for the fish to be hurt.

Eh actually I am not that sacred I just didn't want to see them getting hurt.
Raw pink salmon is always my fav.

I have no idea what's so interesting about fishing.

What I was looking at most of the time.
Really regret of not bringing the book.

When I looked down I saw this.

When I looked to the right I saw this.When I looked to the left I saw this.
Hi sis.
Eee would you just look at those clouds?
Looks fake ain't it??

Then I looked around again.
Whoa same stuff.

Sitting still for few hours.
How peaceful.

But I still want my books T.T

Anyway three of us got bored after some time and we left our rod by the jetty and went to see pelicans.

What? Cannot?
I have not seen any wild pelicans in such proximity!
I was glad I could be that near to the pelican!

And my brother was managed to get nearer.
and nearer...
Yoh how can it be so near of course I felt mentally imbalanced because he could get nearer so I requested to have another picture too!Yay this time I'm nearer.
Look at that bird's expression.
I could somehow feel that it's looking down on me.
It has started to feel all impatient and I could imagine it thinking oi what's wrong with you human? lu okay boh? take pictures only. take take take.

Yvonne felt mentally imbalanced like me when she saw us taking pictures with the pelicans hence she wanted a picture too!!
Okay kidding Yvonne isn't really much of drama queen like I am.

Then, more pelicans landed.I think they too felt mentally imbalanced because they saw their friend having such proximity with us human and they wanted to feel the same too.

Too bad.
We felt bored and those which landed later got ignored.

Whoot! Someone was still fishing with all his patience while his children were fooling around.

When I lost interest on the birds and the fish, I went jogging.
Nah now that is something =DHey doesn't this look like those kind of path that your hypnotist would ask you to imagine?
A long infinity path which is lined with greens, what do you see next? yadda yadda

I had not shed a single sweat ever since I reached Perth.
Despite that I jogged vigorously, I still remained cool and clean.
Eesh not likey.

=.=|||||||||
So Perth-ians if you use this emoticon I know that you are lying already.

Anyway!

It was already 4pm+ when I had done jogging.

Since aunty Lucy and Yvonne were so nice we felt uber thankful for the bbq lunch so we decided to treat them dinner.yo who's the spoiler?

Little Caesars Pizzeria we went ☻
I think the shop owner named the restaurant after himself.
He has curly hairs and really bears some resemblance with Julius Caesar.
I didn't take a picture of him la I don't want him to feel perasan.

3-tiers of pizzas =D
I forgotten what we ordered.
Well I did keep a copy of the menu (hello it's just half a A4 paper, not a proper menu as seen in most of the restaurant per se) for blogging purpose but it is no where to be seen now.

You see la this day is meant for me.
It's all about goodie foodie wokay?

Awesome day we had.

Wokay shall end this post with the faces of the Chungs'. (sound like onion in cantonese)

Swollen eyes. We caught 6 episodes of Hong Kong drama consecutively till 3.30am the night before.

Perth: As a tourist (2)

2010-07-13T00:39:00.023+08:00

So Spain won. =(

Yes I support Netherland.

First, orange is a bright and hopeful color.
Second, orange is nearest to red on the palette - My England has long gone so I have to support something which is near to it.
Third, I hope that Paul made a wrong prediction.

*shallow*

I guess everyone is well rested??

Yes me too!!

I got to catch a good tight 6-hour sleep =D

Okay since everyone is well rested, now you may start browsing through my blog.

Let's continue on with day 3~

We went to the Margaret River, 3 hours drive from the city.
3 hours, it seems too short for me - in the slumberland, time always fly.

Hello, this is us in the Margaret River information centre.K basically there is nothing special about this picture,
but since my brother was so eager in taking pictures and he went like 'jie look at this place it shall be nice for picturessss!!'
my sis and I might as well grant him the wish la.

Margaret River Hotel!!
(as if you guys can't see)
Dad was like we are at Margaret River so we have to take pictures with the hotel!Erm I don't quite get it - yes we were at Margaret River but why must we take pictures with its hotel?
Not that we stay there though.
Aisay since my dad was so eager in taking pictures like my brother so my sis and my bro and I might as well grant him the wish la.

First stop - the chocolate factory!!
Speaking of color coordination, check out my dad's shirt and shoes with the background!
*Oranje =(*
Oh and my boot and hair color with the signboard!

The factory through the glass.

Leng girl placed both of her palm against the glass window, looked at the spinning wheel, with much hope in her eyes, went on to say,
Jie I wish I could put my mouth under the pipe!!
(by that she meant the one beside the spinning wheel)

While she was still looking at the machine, I slowly turned my head and looked at her, with this image running in my head:
All of the sudden, it became very bright.
Leng girl went into the room.
She hopped towards the machine with a wide smile on her face, in slow motion.
She put her head under the pipe where the chocolate flows from.
Chocolate sauce filled her mouth and overflowed and gone all over her face.
Then she started struggling.

Yuck.
Stop.
Enough.

Guilty guilty.
Chocolate is such a heavenly creations how can I have such disgusting image about it?
Charlie's fault. Hmph.

The girl posing with chocolate bars after she has done cleaning off the chocolate sauce spilled all over the face.
And this guy wanted a picture of himself studying the chocolate bar with full concentration.We had our lunch at the factory.
=D They joined my force - having sweet stuff as proper meal.
We had gelato flavoured in rum n' raisin and mango plus this cheesecake and a cup of latte for lunch.And then they went =p (this is not a naughty =p expression) and crazed for salty stuff.
Pearl chicken spotted!
Picture as reference because my dad wanted these as our pet for our new house.
Just kidding.

=.=

Alright, next stop.

Hmm... According to the orders of my pictures, we went to this place.
Lots and lots of olive oil and jam tasting.

Yes you are allowed to taste all of them but you will not be able to do it.
After you taste the third flavour of the jam, you will started to be like this =S
Think raspberry, strawberry, blueberry, apricot, lemon and you will get what I mean.

Right. Next!!!
Okay this is like if you change our faces with that Iphone application it wouldn't be any awkward at all because we look freaking alike here!!

Weird when I look at Leng girl I don't feel like looking at the mirror but then when I look at our pictures I really think that we look creepily alike. She is a mini me ma.....

When we went into the shop, this shop owner came attend to us.

She just turned a mother a month ago~ sweet~
And the baby was sleeping peacefully under the polka dots blanket...I almost cry looking at that scene.
Yes I may look very ambitious and very strong and very macho yadda yadda but deep down inside I memang look forward to have my own children.
At the age of 23, I am telling myself, if I am not able to find a husband in a decade, I will go for artificial insemination. Well I might change my thought buy that's my plan for now.

Anyway, let's back to Margaret River shall we?

This shop is a place to die for - with a wide variations of nuts and the smell... whoa... it's killing me!!
Initially, I was visiting this cottage-like shop with my dad because the other two beautiful people had dozed off in the car but this place was too good I knew I had to wake Leng girl up!
She would like it!!!

Yoghurt coated raisin + honey wasabi macadamia managed to win our heart in the end.

Next!

Hmm it says dairy co. on the map if I remember it correctly.

This time we didn't have any pictures with the signboard, but with the entrance.
Hahahahahha look at this lame pose again.

We got some yogurt as seen in the picture.

I was near to tears when I saw those rich creamy dairy products...
(chee seen. feel touched for food.)

We didn't buy any cheese though, despite we got to taste them for free.Then it was 4pm and we knew that we had to go back to the city for dinner already.
We didn't get to go to Augusta anyway.
Tidak cukup masa... Apa nak buat haiz.....

So bye Margaret River.

=( a lil' disappointed.
Didn't get to see kangaroo.
My brother said 'it's like rats in Malaysia'.
=( bluff one.
So April, I didn't get to catch you a living one.
=(

Right, I shall end this post with things we got from Margaret River.Not much. Because it's expensive if converted.
Hmm we are thrifty in our fashion =)

Right. Till then.
Shall write more tomorrow~

Perth: As a tourist (1)

2010-07-10T16:57:00.033+08:00

This so called tourist's post would be plastered with all those lame and conventional tourists' poses.
Good for you and I if you agree that those poses are lame - they are meant to be so in the first place!

First stop - Swan Riverside
Hmm this one, not quite lame.
Both of my siblings are beautiful people and they are manage to pull these poses off.
Just imagine them in wedding gowns and suits and everything.

The green glass cyclinder at the background is what they call the Bell tower - also known as the Swan Bells - I guess that's because it's by the Swan River side but my dad told me that it is due to the uncanny resemblance between the tower and a swan.

Come come, I will show you how it is like a swan.

Tadah!!!
*ngiak ngiak ngiak crows fly by. obviously the Bell Tower in this picture looks nowhere like a swan*

Yes la I know I'm lousy la this picture is taken from the wrong angle.
Okay okay, Let me show you a proper one.
Nah.Courtesy of Jim T on Panoramio

The brown *insert professional architectual term* resemble the wings of the swan while the green glass cylinder is its neck.

Wokay I'm done with Swan River for now - there are more beautiful pictures but I will have to save it for another post.

Let's go to the city~!

When I saw this building, I can't help but to exclaim that Wah it looks like the one from Bukit Tinggi!!
Nah the leng lou in green and white jacket standing beside the traffic light is my dad.

Nah the two pretty girls standing beside him are his daugthers.
I mean, a real Bukit Tinggi style building, not a mocked one.
Erm I don't mean to say that those at Bukit Tinggi are the mocked ones as it is just one of the design, like, if I'm using contemporary tropical theme for my house I can't possibly say that you are mocking me if you are using the same theme also right?
Well you get what I mean.

Nah nah nah try spotting the similarities between these two pictures and the one above.
3 same people in the picture? Yes congratulations you are right yay but there are more.
Nay notice that girl in knitted gray shirt and skirt?
She was striking the same pose in all the pictures.
Turn head and smile with legs opened widely.
Ceh might as well take one picture then photoshopped it into different backgrounds.

And wow would you just look at this!!Beautiful right??
Of course!
This is taken in Malaysia. Bukit Tinggi.

We toured around the city for one whole day and had home cooked dinner so basically there is nothing much to talk about.
Remember? This is a tourism post.

Let's proceed to day 2~

We made a visit to...
Curtin University.

Hahahahahhahahah who on earth would make a trip to a local university?
Imagine those angmohs touring our UM UPM UiTM etc.

Curtin is no doubt a very beautiful place la.
Seriously I've always wanted a study place with big fields nice environment etc like, you could study or get a sun bath on the field.
Okay by all means laugh at me. I know we stay in Malaysia.
Sun bath? hahahahhhahahahhaha.
Too bad la my college is just a pathetic 6-floored building.

Curtin is beyond the imagination of my ideal campus.
Tall trees!!!Okay la just say me ulu I've never expected to see trees that tall in a university!!!

T.T Chung Xiang Xi I am a bit envious of you leh.
Erm not only a bit... I am quite envious of you leh.
(wooi don't judge my dad if any of you are doing it now.
My dad is the best dad in the world.
It's not that I'm not given the opportunity to study abroad but... who's gonna send my grandma to grocery store if I'm gone to somewhere else too?)

Okay I'm done with the university now.

We were hungry by the time we done touring around Curtin u!!!
And we already had a fabulous plan in mind ngek ngek ngek.
We are gonna try out the so called best voted fish and chips in the town.

On the way...

We saw John Curtin.
CXX with the university founder.
Nah this is the lame pose I mean.
Tourists love mocking the statues don't they?
And they love responding to whatver the statues are doing too right?This is what I mean.

Dai Sai Lou asked me to look for the dive gears in here but then I was too lazy to do so.
I'm not a very enthusiastic diver and I don't think it's necessary to buy my own gear.Anyway Leng girl thought that she ought to be the spokeperson of this shop because she dressed like one and two spoilers unconsciously went into the picture and had my sis's dream destroyed.

Next!

A church.Yoohoo fellow Christians out there don't you wish you have a castle-like church?
Or you are actually grateful for whatever given by God?
Erm I'm not being sarcastic.
I'm asking because I'm not a Christian.
Buddhist like I would be grateful for what I have but of course I always seek for improvement.

Anyway my dad took this picture mainly because he wanted to use it as a reference for the design of our new house.
He thought that the usage of sand bricks matches his contemporary tropical theme.

Just kidding.
It is the most beautiful church I had ever seen before so I had to have a picture with it.
That's all. Not as reference whatsoever.

Then again, I would really love to use sand bricks for my house but my dad said that there are no nice sand bricks in Malaysia.
Okay.

Hahahahahaha look at this series of pictures!
So I as a tourist was posing in front of the post office (haha imagine angmoh posing in front of PosMalaysia)...
..when my brother was asking for the camera...Look at my lasting dainty smile!!! Man it's not affected by the surrounding circumstances at all!!
Sorry lah cannot help... True Shang Hui fashion.

Random street.Nothing much but it's quaint so I have to share with you.

Walking on the street nonchalantly.Ok this is a very important picture because as observed, Leng girl doesn't usually have the camera in hand.
Even when she has one in hand, it would be that she is taking a picture of herself, not of others.
Like this.And this.
And this and this.

And this... is not her.
Anyway you get the idea.

T.T I am cold and hungry can I have my lunch already???
Yes yes let's go to the harbour. Few minutes driving distance only.
Har we still have to go to somewhere else for lunch can't we just have it somewhere near?
No unless you don't want to try the best voted fish n' chips.
=( wokay then.

There we are in front of the restaurant which serve the best voted fish n' chips.

Wow this pose is classical. Typical tourist's pose.Thumbs up! Kaili's cafe.

On that fine windy day, when everyone else was staying indoor, my family member insisted to sit outside because 'got feel'.
And it's definitely colder.

Then my siblings kept on commenting that those served at Fish & Co. taste better.
Well perhaps it suits Malaysians more. It's subjective anyway.

Whoa check it out a uber macho guy is leaning there with a can of lemonade in his hand.
Yes it would be more appropriate if it is a can of beer but let's just not be too picky.
Looking at the future with hope... Hmm....

Look no further. He could see his future through the camera lens already.

After lunch...

The Wesley Fremantle Church I've mentioned above remained the most beautiful church I had ever seen until I saw this...
The unknown church.

Come, I'll bring you to something good.

This is what the guard told us when we asked for permission to visit the church.

We went in and saw this.Then the guard asked us to turn around and we saw......
*cue Phantom of the Opera opening*

Wow.
Wow!!!!!!

Yes I've seen a pipe organ in Pirates of the Carribean but not a real one!!

Wait.
Wait wait.
I think I have seen one in the Petronas Philharmonic Hall.

Ahem.

But it's different! That was a hall.
This is installed in a church.
So it's still wow-able.

Then we went to some other universities.=.= acting cool at people's university. Wa okay boh?

And had home cooked dinner again =)

2 days for now.

I guess that you feel tired looking at so many pictures right?
Yoh I'm so considerate I will have to stop here.
Meanwhile, do catch a great niap for tonight's WC final match.
I mean, you and me.

And I realise one thing,
Asian can never be satisfied with sightseeing.
We die die must take pictures with those things which we think are nice.
When would Asian learn to appreaciate the beauty of something silently, without having in the back of mind the thought of taking pictures for the purpose of remembrance or in some worse case, for the purpose of showing off?
Erm erm erm I am guilty of that too (of remembrance!! not of showing off!)
So I can't really give you an answer.

Shall write again on some other days.

The Nth accident

2010-07-10T01:43:00.007+08:00

I can consider myself as quite experienced when it comes to road accident.

I had an accident today.

Well, I could still be here typing, that would mean that I'm perfectly alright lah.

Eh it could be that i have dead and my soul is backed to type out some unfulfilled wish because I couldn't speak and even I could people could not hear me nor could they see me and my blog would be the perfect platform to voice out my last wishes.

What on earth is wrong with this girl who had just curse herself?

Gah.

Anyway.

I'm not dead.

My car didn't even get a single scratch.

So it happened this way.

I wanted to turn left.
The motorcyclist on my left wanted to go straight.
So when I turned left,
bang he hit onto my car.
He fell he injured I'm alright.

The end.

Yes many of you would want to ask,

'did you put on the signal light?'

Yes of course I did. I swear upon my own life.

The first thing the Indian Public bank manager asked me when he saw me getting out of the car was that,

'did you see properly or not???!!!!!'

Well, I'm not an easy person when it wasn't entirely my fault.

I returned,

'you were the one who did not see properly.
I did put on signal can't you see it?
it's not entirely my fault ok?'

I realised that I speak English in better fluency in the middle of angst.
*well you could see that the font used in my conversation is much smaller than that of his because mine was longer as seen and I didn't have such a big lung to shout everything out in one breath*

Then he hushed me, telling me that he was in pain.

*narrow-eyed*
He made me felt like I were a big-mouthed-woman.
Nay those kind of irrational bitch who went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

Of course I did not go on after that.

Knowing that my car was blocking others, I suggested to park my car at the roadside.
I even said,

'I won't run away.
I just don't want to block the traffic.'

Of course I wish to go away - not to avoid the responsibility.
10 minutes left before I started working - I couldn't afford to be late.
It is not fair for the student if I start the class late - although they may be very happy lar. I'm a student too so I can understand.

Right.

While I was in the car I thought,

'it could be my fault'

Well, he scratched his palm.
I could see that he was in severe pain.
His motorbike's windscreen was crashed.

It really seemed to be my fault.
Really, in that case, I have no idea whose fault is that.

I took out my IC - yes you know that I silently admitted the fault,
and asked him to copy it.
He did so with his trembling injured hand - not that I didn't wanna help him,
I have copied everything into his notebook and he seemed to be not too satisfied with it and he copied the exact thing again.
T.T and he written my name in red - pantang lah for Chinese T.T

I took out my phone number,
and asked him to give me a missed call.

I kept on saying 'I'm very sorry about it' jeeez where was the flame?
It seemed like it had been dampened by his blood.

Within 10 minutes, things were settled.
We even chattered up when he took down my personal details - that was when I got to know that he's a bank officer.

I was on time for work.

*************************************

Things could be easily settled - that is because I know that I could afford paying the compensation.
Don't get me wrong people, I am not that kind of super wealthy princess who thinks that money could solve any matter.
I just got my pay cheque so I know that the amount could somehow cover his loss.

Nevertheless, what if I am another poor girl who could barely cover her meals and daily expenses?
What if I see money more important than everything else?

I would have fought with him.
I would have insisted that it wasn't entirely my fault - I did put on the signal light.
I would have scolded him a blind man because he ignored my signal light.
I would have elaborated the importance of the signal light and teased him to have deserved the injury for ignoring it.
I would have said a lot of mean stuff.

I would have.

But I did not.

That is - only if I have the extra money to buy the harmony.
I feel grateful, because I really could buy the peaceful moment.
He is physically harm, it is cruel to cause any more harm on him emotionally.

Money certainly can't solve everything,
but there are somethings which can't be solved without money.

Thank you God.

Perth: General

2010-07-05T20:18:00.010+08:00

Backed from Perth.

Like. Finally.

Don't get me wrong.
I sounded as though I had been suffering in Perth but that's not the truth.

I kinda like Perth.
The greens and the traffic flow.
Big field could be comfortably spotted anywhere.
Yes in Malaysia we could see lines of trees along the highway but that's the different thing la.

As for the traffic issue, unlike in Malaysia, pedestrians are prioritised.
Zebra crossing is fully utilised.
Even when zebra crossing is not in existence, the drivers would still give ways to the pedestrians.
Plus, no much of horrific honking horns and terrible traffic jams.
People are trained to be more patient I guess.
Or maybe the density of the area is not as high as that of KL.

And you know what??
the fine for not buckling safety belt is 500 dollars per head!!!
Per head tau???
Erm.... *guilty conscience* it's for our own benefit anyway.....

K more good things in Perth.

FOOD.

You must understand it's Chung Shang Hui who's writing here,
she is someone which could be easily bribed by good food.
(=.= sounds like Chung Shang Hui is some food loving pet)

Even their cheapo fast food like the pre-packed rice are oolalaly tasty.
Oh and their BBQ sets which are nicely facilitised in the park, is truly awesome!!!! (say me ulu but I really have not seen something like that before!)
Okay anyway this post is not solely about food,
so I shall leave it to another post.

Right right right, back to the track please.

How ya??
A lot of Malaysians are dying to migrate to Australia,
but I still prefer Malaysia over Perth.
See, I am destined to be patriotic la as I am born on the Malaysia's National Day instead of Perth's.
Or maybe I am just not used to it - I've been rooted in Malaysia for decades and perhaps I am afraid of stepping out of the comfort zone
Or perhaps I haven't seen Perth enough yet - I have only been there for one week anyway.

Come, let me tell you why I would choose Malaysia over Perth (eler as if I am given a choice).

1) Weather
I think the air-condition in my room is the least used appliances at home.
I never turn it on for two reasons:
I) the bimboness in me reminds me that it would make my skin dry.
II) I genuinely think that the coolness produced by the ceiling fan is more than sufficient.

So you see, I am someone who likes it warm.
My head almost exploded during my visit to Korea in one of its winter.
The whole journey was about taking pills, sleeping in the heated bus and vomiting.

Thankfully it is not that cold in Perth.
Otherwise history would have to repeat again.
It's only 0 degree celcius for the minimum.
Yes la I know the word 'only' makes me sound like I am showing off I am not afraid of coldness dadada but it is really much better if compared to Korea eh.
At least it is not snowing.

So you see arr, I dislike it being cold,
so in Perth whenever I have the chance, I opt for the sun.
I have set the UV ray issues aside for the time being and you know how harmful is UV to our skin???
Aisay at that time I really couldn't care much la.
When I am in Malaysia, I try to stay under the shade as much as I could and so the harm of the UV ray to the skin would have been reduced.

Secondly, I will bring up my most frequently mentioned issue.
I shall proudly say that I have put on 3kgs in 1 week time.

3kgs.

Who else can be as efficient as I am???
No one ma.

K let me tell you why.

So you see yea I believe in the myth that I could keep myself warm by eating more (plus the foods are really good so I erm... can't resist the temptation!).
So whenever I feel cold, I munch on something.
Well, it's winter, of course I would feel cold most of the time,
so...
I bring a pack of chips around me so that I could keep myself warm.
Apparently it doesn't work la - Despite the amount of chips I had taken I was still freezing.

So!!!
Myth busted!!!
It was the layers of clothes which keep me warm, nothing to do with the food at all.

Ah! Speaking of this...

You see, when it's cold, you have to wrap yourselves with layers of clothes, right?
Then, when you wrap yourselves with layers of clothes, you would automatically look not so slim, right?

Nah!

That's the problem.

I thought I look sensibly fat because of the clothes,
well, I look fat - but it doesn't mean that I am fat.
(please carefully analyse this statement carefully)

Nah nah nah, due to this dangerous thought,
I kinda lose control on my diet because I think that I ought to look fat in those thickies,
not realising that I look fat because I am really fat.

Erm... do you get what I mean???

Nevermind if you don't get it - I still have the 3rd point.

I did not shed a single sweat during my one week stay in Perth - despite that I was jogging under the 12pm sun.

How can this be?

Yes yes of course it can be because it happened.

I could literally feel that my metabolism rate was terrible there in Perth.

Conclusion, I put on weight, because it was cold!

That's why I love Malaysia, although I'm still fat in Malaysia la.

There is this song by the local band which goes like, '让我用马来西亚的天气来说爱你~'
*direct translation: let me use Malaysia's weather to say that I love you*
Awww can you feel the warmth in there?
Crazy love for Malaysia's weather =DDDDD

*let me tell one the good thing about staying in somewhere cold.
we girls don't have to worry about body hair exposure anymore.
At least for me, I wouldn't wear a sleeveless shirt or a skirt without tights when it was few degree celcius.
it's cool to not have to remove hairs for a week =)
Guys, please be grateful that you are carrying the XX gonosomes*

2)Working hours
Good for you if you are one of the happy employees in Perth.
Apparently I am not.

All shops closed at 5pm.
Plus, some of the shops are proud to say that they open 7 days a week.

How to tahan la like that??
Yes Thursday is amazing because they are so kindly open the shop until 9pm but it's only one day out of the whole week!!

This is perhaps the biggest culture shock I've experienced in Perth.

Oh, speaking of so, I wanna talk about my weight issues again.

So instead of hanging around like what I'm usually doing in KL,
we stay home to watch Hong Kong soup dramas.
When we were watching, we munched on something - because we believed that it kept us warm.
Lying on the bed while munching on chips (which are REALLY good) does not burn as much calories as walking in the mall - that's pretty obvious man.

So YES, that's why I'm fat now!!!!

Sigh I used to proudly say that I am not fat, I am just not that skinny but now I guess I have to take this statement back for the time being la =(((

Okay I think I'm done with this zabalang post.

I shall write more tomorrow~

Family week

2010-06-19T23:30:00.041+08:00

Pre-script: Leng my sister urged me to update as fast as I could because the picture of the taxi lou polluted my blog.
The problem is I've been having problems uploading pictures.
It takes me 2 days to finish up this post. Much patience needed indeed.

You don't have to know me very well to know that I have been having along distance relationship with my family members.

I can't remember how many times I have said so,
but I'm gonna say it again.

More than a decade ago, my dad was given better opportunity to in expanding his career, with the condition of him being transferred to the other side of Malaysia, Sabah.
I guess it must been a difficult decision for him as he is very much of a family man.

So, he left, bringing along mom and the youngest brother.

*now, imagine a pair of old couple,
together with 2 girls, whose eyes filled with tears,
and an expressionless boy, standing at the gateway,
waving to a car, of which a pair of couple and a super blured small boy were seated in*

*editor's note: sorry la to make you imagine.
but I have not pictures with me.
It's too bland to have a post with only words.
It is still a post without pictures, but please couple it with your own imagination.*

Departure. How sad.

So, my sister had been very close to my sai sai lou,
she was seven years old by then,
and spent every day crying because she missed my brother too much.

Thus, in the end, she went to Sabah as well.
(imagine a pair of old couple,
now with 1 girl, whose eyes also filled with tears,
again with an expressionless boy, standing at the gateway,
waving to a car, of which another tearful girl was seated in)

Thing remained unchanged until my brother started to be rebellious.
We all had been through that, don't we?
Grandpa and grandma thought that they were not capable of leading him to the right path,
hence he was sent to the East as well.

I am thus left alone here.
Cham or not you said?
I used to cry secretly whenever they left after they came back for their term break.
How pathetic la you said.

Wokay.
End of boring story.

Now, let me tell you the greatest news I have ever gotten -

My sister is coming back - for good!!!

And we live happily ever after.

=_=

The story cannot be that short la!!!!

(so?)

She brought along her dog. Carpy.Looks so old padahal he's only 8 months old. Yeap. A he.
Any she out there?

And we live happily ever after.

=_=

Sorry, my alter ego was interrupting me.

I shall keep the sisters' story for later.
So... for the time being, please stick to the 'live happily ever after' ending.

Let's get into business.
As titled, the family week!
(whoa how creative is this title, totally impressive)

You know, I'm the happiest girl when it comes to term break~!
Term break would mean reunion with family members!!
If you spend too much of your time with someone,
you would get bored with it and you don't appreciate the moments with them anymore BUT!
This absolutely doesn't apply to me la I'm having a LDR with my family as mentioned so I'm totally love spending time with them!!

Wokay, so let's start with first outing.
5 of us were going with my sister for her registration.

(imagine 5 of us stepping out of the car, slow-mo, with wind blowing,
stepping into the college's entrance, heading to the registration counter)

Such a magnificent view.
I can't help but to laugh at my sister la,
she will be a college student and yet the whole family is going with her for the registration.

Those staff were quite unefficient but I shall not get into details because I know that should stop ranting that much, otherwise I really will stay single for life.

Then arr, we went shopping,
shopping is exciting,
but then nothing extraordinary happened in the mall.

Look alike, kan kan kan???

Look alike, kan kan kan?

Anyway...

The next day, we went to the mall again,
and nothing special happened as well.

But then I think that there are a lot to be told from this picture.
Padahal, we had got nothing to do when we waited for the member card to be processed.

Not bad right?
Looks like some snapshot from a stage play right?

Dad didn't intend to be in the picture in the first place. He just needed somewhere to rest.
K. 1 more. Sai sai lou joined in.Kaka cau cau punya flowers.
I moved it down, and ended up like this:

*poser kao*

I even felt that we could have our family portrait taken here.

More pictures when parents were choosing watches.

My brother is currently very into the card tricks.He has been bringing his decks whenever he goes.
Geekynye.
Not easy I tell you. When I tried it, all the cards fall off and I ended up picking up the cards in the mall.
Paisehnye...

Leng girl wanted a picture too but she didn't know how to pose so my sai sai lou suggested her to pose this way.
Ape ni??

Tucking all the Aces into the skirt... hahahahhahahahahhahahahhahha...
very cool meh like that?
That's my skirt btw.

Nah. This is more like it.

The one on the right is mua. (I'm like saying, my mom is a woman)
I was like... Yerr the background so nice I want a picture too.
But uncreative as I have always been, I could only smile.
My signature mah. =DDDDDDDDDDD

And then it was grandma's birthday on the next day.Actually the cake was a last minute thingy.
I totally forgotten to buy one because I woke at 10 minutes before the lunch - thanks to that England match on the previous day lah. Eeesh I sacrificed my beauty sleep for a boring match.
Anyway that's not the point.
My point is, we walked to Tong Kee to buy a black sesame cake, which was unexpectedly tasty eh. I thought Tong Kee is only good at making egg tarts and mooncakes.

And hahahahahahahaha look at mama's way of making a wish. Buddhism in her =).

When I stopped taking picture because I was preparing to serve the cakes,
my grandma said, eh you don't wanna take my pictures anymore arr?

Walao since when my mama becomes so vain.
Must be us who jabbed in the great influence.
Or it is simply something in us.

Then again, my aunt coincidentally bought us another black sesame cake from RT Pastry, which is much better than the one at Tong Kee's because the middle layer was made of custard instead of whipped cream.
RT Pastry, noted~ =D

Why am I dragging something irrelevant in?

Back to the birthday lunch.

Papa's expression is priceless la but Chung Shang Hui where did you focus aisay.It was a quick one anyway so can't really blame her that much la. She is thus forgiven.

As for the makanans...From top: Sotong made with secret receipe (best!), crabmeat taufu, veggie (yes very obvious), steamed snowfish (is that so?), braised sinew, black pepper ostrich meat.
Pictures are all taken by Leng girl because I was too lazy to do so. Thankewwwww~

And look at this whose family portrait is this?
Boy don't we look very kelefe in this picture?
But nevermind la we could still be recognised anyway at least I won't be mistaken as my sis la.

Anyway.
Sai sai lou and mami will be going back to the East tomorrow.
Pathetically speaking, I have so used to departures, and I will not be crying anymore.
Immunised to it, not quite a good thing.

Nevermind.
Good thing is that,
my sister will not be leaving this time lalalalalalalalalaa.

And we will live happily ever after.
(with Carpy which is the only creature on earth that dare to enter my room without gaining my permission)

So that's the end??

2010-06-09T16:01:00.010+08:00

3 years... and that is the end of it?

*wah raining. so ngam to be sentimental*

Over the years, I only have 1 long term friend in the college.
Well you know it, she's April.

Let me tell you what happen to my college
My college life has basically comes to an end.

I came to the college with my ex-boyfriend.
Basically both of us have no dreams to chase after - sigh I was unambitious that way.
It was my dad who made me take up the law courses.
I was like, well, since I had nothing better to do, I might just as well go for law.
I would take up anything as long as it is not a science subjects.
I had never passed my add. maths in school.
I was considered lucky to have obtained a beautiful C5 in SPM.
As for my ex-boyfriend, he missed me too much (muahaha) and couldn't stand long distance relationship, hence he came over to KL to continue his studies with me.
At the mean time, we got to know April and her secondary schoolmate, Wai Yee.
I wasn't really too close to my collegemates by then because my ex thought that people in the college were nerds and he didn't like joining them.

Somehow, he failed some of his subjects, and dropped off subsequently.
Then we broke up - the failure was one of the reasons, but it wasn't the main one.
Wai Yee failed too, and she had to retake all the four subjects, hence remained in the first year.

There left April and I.
Somehow, but I had forgotten how, we got to join in this clique.
They were the classmates, the gossipmates, the lunchmates, the clubmates, the outingmates, and we thought it was all good.

Well you get the idea- we thought.

Somehow, I had no idea how, things changed after the holiday.
It was quite heartbreaking.
We really like them but some people in the clique became very cold to April and I.
We had no idea what had happened.
People in the college could see that. They could see that we were no longer in the group and some closer ones started to question if anything happened.
For heaven's sake, we had no idea at all.
The clique just distant us for no reason - I did not say that it was their fault but at least let us know what had we done to make you guys do this to us.
Yes if any of you are reading, please tell us.
We used to be bothered and very concerned of it because we thought we were friends, not mere acquaintances.
We kept on tracing back, tried to think if we had done something wrong.
Nevertheless, things could not be seen clearly when we ourselves were in the mist.

Well, things become better now.
Although we are no longer belong to one same clique, we are still talking to each others.
It is uber childish to do those 'i don wanna friend you anymore' stuff.

In the final year, we somehow able to join in another clique - thanks to my brother's friend (hello Clement!!) and his friend.
I didn't know Clement was in the same class with me until my brother brought him to my house to have Chinese New Year reunion dinner (pitiful to have dinner on his own during CNY k?).
After we join in the clique, we sorta like superior (too much a word but you get the idea) over him because there are more girls in the clique and the poor him always get bullied.
Now I feel so wrong because I always show him my unhappy face but erm... he memang has the ability to memangzangkan (that being menggeramkan in Malay) me!
Sorry la Clem, you are really a nice person and I don't know why I treated you so badly.
I seek forgiveness please??
Okay I am forgiven. Yeap, I know I am, you are always nice that way.

This clique is cool.
I never believed in study group.
I think that it is necessary for this subject titled 'jurisprudence'.
It is one subject of which one would never be able to cover everything.
Plus! I have gone addicted with online shopping and I could surf all day long if I were to be left alone.

Occasionally, I did join some of the outings organised by cliques other than these 3.

College life ain't that dull afterall.

Thus concluded my 3-year college life.

What do I feel now you ask?
(alright you may not ask because most of you have probably gone through that but the future me would like to know. Hello me!!)

Not much.
Nothing.
I did not get too sentimental because I know that we did not only meet up with each others in the college la. We might not eat bak kut teh pearl noodles as lunch anymore but we could still hangout with each others anyway.
So yea, currently I really don't feel a thing, I guess most of you out there feel the same as I do.

Right. It's time to fill up my 3 months of break with some fabulous plans.
(shall start with the usual diet plan!)

Stockholm syndrome

2010-06-06T22:41:00.009+08:00

I will not have sex with an uncle,
unless I am an aunty.

~Chung Shang Hui~

Hmm... such inspirational quote. *lean back and re-read the quote. admiring*

That is very true you know,
it is even more accurate than the fact that I am born a female.
(sometimes I think that I am more macho than some men.)

Nah nah nah, I am not discriminating uncles you see,
neither am I underestimating their sexual ability,
one day, I will be old, and I will be an aunty too.

But!

It is utterly disgusting to have sex with someone who looks like this lor:
Nah nah nah, I am not discriminating ugly, wrinkled, old uncles,
neither am I looking down on taxi drivers,
I know it is not easy to become a cabby,
and sometimes I have to rely on them too.
Plus, it is not an offence to born ugly.

But!

I feel extremely sick for a taxi uncle who advanced sexual proposals on high school girls (uniform fetish!).

Oh, I was wrong, it wasn't some mere proposals,
in fact, he had sexual intercourse with some of the girls and molested others. (and filmed it too!)

How sickening it is to be seen having sexual intercourse with a wrinkled uncle with moustache?
When you surf the porn site, will you click on a video which entitled 'taxi driver raping high school girl'?
Oh, perhaps you will - if you are an aged, wrinkled taxi driver with moustache.
(otherwise, I will look down on you!)

But for a normal person, this kind of clip is so potong stim wei!

What put me in the state of shock, to put it mildly, is the statement made by one of the victims,

He is a good man.
He is just being lascivious.
他是个好人，
他只是好色。

Good?!
好人?

Naive girls, what made you say so?
He provided you free rides, that is because he wanted some free rides on you!
He gave you small gifts, that is because he wanted some returns from you!
None of these could make him a 好人!
These are all his plans~!
(yea, like I know)

Well, I am not allowed to say that all lascivious men are bad.
Afterall, 99% of the men are lascivious - it is just the matter of extent.
(self-speculated data. not reliable to any extent)

But hello,
this uncle is a rapist!!
On top of that, he is old, wrinkled and ugly! (and he looks smelly too!) <-- I am judgmental. (exclamation marks are profusely used. It proves how I cannot tahan the silliness of the girls, despite that I can be quite silly at times too) Worse still, one of the victims felt 'relieved' when she got to know that her uncle would not be caned.

Super de sweat.

How can the girls till be so protective of him after all that he has done to them?
Are they mentally sicked?

Well, psychologically, they memang are sick.
They call this stockholm syndrome.
(hooisay like I'm very knowledgeable)

a paradoxical psychological phenomenon wherein hostages express adulation and have positive feelings towards their captors

Positive feelings towards an wrinkled uncle who forced you to have sex with him...
Despite that I'm a girl, I don't understand what the girls are thinking.
Maybe they are just being kind, far too kind.

And one more thing,
caning shall be made mandatory, regardless of the age of the offenders.
We even thought that the caning should fall on the penis of the offenders, instead of the buttocks of theirs.

What? Evil?

Poor buttocks, they are innocent.
It is the general proposition that one shall not be punished for what he has not done.
Since the buttock has done nothing wrong, why shall they suffer?
The penises should be responsible for what they have done.

Eh on second thought, I think chemical caning is too mild a punishment.
Castration would be one punishment which serve the offenders right.

(but but but some of the offenders are in their early 20s!
It's only one third of their life if they are able to live up to the average age!
They might not understand the nature of rape leh.)

Hmph.
Not that I care though.
Afterall guys don't really need girls to satisfy their sexual desire.
(yea like I know)

But!

Q: Miss emotional, what if a case is wrongly decided?
Wrongly decided ---> wrongly castrated!

Erm...
*whistling nonchalantly*

p/s: it is not advisable to have a woman, especially an emotional one, to resolve a sexually related dispute.

Meow?

2010-06-06T18:32:00.010+08:00

How simple life would be if human could be pleased in the way the animals are pleased.

One day, you could sense hatred and fear through her eyes.

After few days of bribing her with milk, smashed cat food + canned juicy tuna,
it started to become friendly with you and would rub your feet with its head and even requested for stroking.

She is an abandoned baby.
And she is not that kind of creature which would make a girl squeal in high frequency.
Really, she is not that adorable afterall.

Just another moving furry creature which is not friendly at all. hmph.

Na na na don't give me that look har.

At first instance, I thought of ignoring her (not because it's not pretty!).

I am terrible when it comes to taking care of little animals:

1) tortoise died of drowning.
I thought it needed bigger space hence I moved it from the goldfish bowl to the fish pond.
What happened next was that it was grasping for air when I put it up to the surface.

Failed.

2) rabbit died of suffering from runny stools.
I thought it wanted food some I fed it rabbit pellets, not knowing that those pellets were actually expired.
One of them suffered from diarrhea and died on the next day.
3 or 4 days after that, the spouse died too, from loneliness, I guess.

Failed.

3) puppy died of having larvae wounds.
My ultimate nightmare.
Haunted me for almost one freaking week.
Tainted by the image till now.

Epically failed.

4) hamster died aging (best!)
Nothing much I could say about this lor.

Wokay.

5) Kitten died - unknown reason.
Same case here.
Abandoned by mommy,
and died.

Sigh.

Failed.

6) ants died - poisoned by pesticide.
Not quite relevant here.
But just to show that how is the ending of the living creatures which are fated be close to me.
I deliberately kill them, so what?
can't really relate to the abovementioned cases.

Yay.

7) cockroaches died under rolled magazines/newspaper and my shoes.
(pesticide doesn't work. except for those designated to kill cockroaches)

Sorry I really hate you cockroaches.
I have no idea why God created you since you are the most useless creature in the world.
Except perhaps to scare people on fear factor.
Or to let guys show off the heroism in them.

Anyhow, they still deserve to be killed.

Woohoo~

....

Can we shift back to the cat now?

Oh yea.
Cat.

As you can see here, it seems like I am an animal chain murderer.
The best thing is that I would make it as if they are died accidentally, not from any malice killing.

Well initially I didn't want to have any contact with this cat because I was scared that she couldn't escape the tragedy too.

I started to feed this cat because I couldn't bear ignoring her piercing meows.
Sigh, she's just a baby anyway.

My point is, she is not capable of taking care of herself.

I'm treating her as best as I could,
but I dare not to put too much of feelings.
It is heartbreaking witnessing death, even if those are just animals.
(ants and cockroaches are exception though)Don't try to convince me that you are cute and make me like you.

I afraid that the same would happen to this cat.

It is an abandoned baby in the first place,
usually mommy cat wouldn't abandon a baby cat unless she sensed some disease or so.
(eh I know this theory applies to hamsters but I am not sure if it applies to cats as well.)

Anyway.

It seems perfectly healthy now.

Well, we will see how it goes.

don't worry, my life's good =D

2010-05-31T00:32:00.004+08:00

This was taken when everyone is perfectly ready and well posed.
And this, is what beneath all the glam and glitter.

If you know me well, you would have known that this is the real me.

Yes I am sampat that way.
Not the worst case though.
Wait till you meet the real me.

Pictures credit to kellysiew.

*just realise that I am keeping my words short and simple.
It's not very me.
I am running out of words, for once.

The future

2010-05-24T23:31:00.008+08:00

A saying goes: daughters are dad's wives in the past life.

Things would gone very complicated if that's the truth.
My dad had 2 wives in his past life, and this is definitely not the worst case.

Even if this is the truth, what about mom?

Following the abovementioned formula,
it would go like:Daughters are mom's lesbo partners in the past life.

I should better stop it before things gone wrong.
(things have gone very wrong anyway)

People who know me well would know that I want 4 kids in the future.

Judging by how well could my siblings and I get along,
I always think that 4 is a perfect number.
Four players are required for some of the gambling games - Mahjong, Big D, etc.A musical band could be formed with 4 people - vocalist, drummer, keyboardist and bassist.
4 people, perfect for a road trip if you own a sedan - merry yet wouldn't get suffocated in the car.

I was discussing this topic with a guy who flirted with me (by then),
both of us wanted 4 kids,
he wanted 3 boys and 1 girl,
but I wanted more girls.

Then he stopped flirting with me and currently is in a relationship with someone else.
Those who think that the discussion over the gender of the kids constitute to the backoff are, I'm sorry to say that, truly morons.
It was just a discussion of the desired situation and in the end of the day, none of us have a choice.

Back to my desire for daughters.

I think that daughters are more caring (like me),
you wouldn't receive a nicely wrapped present from a son,
even if it is with ribbons and sashes and all the decorated stuff,
it must be done by someone else, not the kid himself.

Last weekend,
I followed my dad, on behalf of my mom, to a trip to Cameron Highlands.
There was no peers in the trip and I was glad that I had this girl with me throughout the whole trip.(sidenote: can you see the pimple on my nose? the one which makes me a clown?
friend told me that it's an omen.
An omen on having danger in relationship.
Not possible la!)

I did mix with the aunties too, and got lots of useful advice on how not to neglect your husband in the future and what to do when your husband is snoring and how to lead a healthy lifestyle by eating whole grains, etc.

So, marry me.
I can assure you that I will get along with my mother-in-law for the bits of aunty personality in me.
Not all aunties bombard you with 'why don't you have a boyfriend' type of questions.
Some aunties can be really cool.

Back to the girl.
She is indeed, a very adorable and embraceable girl,
that makes me feel like I want a daughter more than anything.
You could never shop with boys the way you shop with girls.
Boys wouldn't discuss the colors of the roses with you.

And then I had chance to be with her brother, a true gentleman despite his young age,
one who takes good care of his family.
You know, this could be easily revealed during dining time.
The bunch of businessmen would be placed together,
while the wives and the kids would be put at another table.
Now you would be able to see who are capable of being the carers.

Hey, it's good to have sons too,
if he is able to bring back a good daughter-in-law (like me).
(can you stop being so perasan?)

Aiks dilemma dilemma dilemma.
I really cannot decide!!

...

As if I have a choice.

Wait.
Maybe I do - if the statement mentioned in the beginning of this post is correct.
I don't have a choice in this cycle,
but I could decide for my next cycle.
That would entail, I have to get married 4 times, twice with men and twice with women (partnership, it's possible).

=D

2010-05-12T01:22:00.001+08:00

Done with the mother of all subjects,
the toughest of all.

Right, time for packing.

Goodbye jurisprudence!!

Wait.

I still have another 3 more subjects to go right??

Oh yea.

PaD - crashing Quattro...

2010-04-27T23:12:00.018+08:00

... with the girls' laughters,

and the guys' political talks.

Time is precious.
It is sinful to put it into wastage.

While waiting for the food to be served,

More sessions after exam. =D

Bless you, people.
Whichever exam you are taking,
all the best.

Be good.

Another batch of butterflies

2010-04-27T01:25:00.002+08:00

These little beautiful playful creatures are still fluttering in my stomach.

They don't do it for the same person anymore though.

New batch, welcome.

Or should I shoo them away?

PaD - Where has my social life gone?

2010-04-27T00:08:00.002+08:00

I have no idea.

I can see nothing but books.

PaD - mega mind map

2010-04-25T18:34:00.007+08:00

51 pages of information

*swoosh*

8 pieces of A4 paper
*swoosh*

thick cello tape
*swoosh*

Glue and scissors
*swoosh*

Piles of A4 papers in various colors
*swoosh*

Present to you,

The Mega Mind Map
*I did not add in the bubbles with PS. Unnecessary.
They are stuck on my mirror - not that it's necessary though*

Q: What's the *swoosh* about?
I'm trying to create the trailer effect -
when the scene in the trailer changes,
some sound effects would be cued.
Get it now?
K if you didn't get it just now,
scroll up again,
and try to imagine that.

If you know any lamer girl,
let me know.

We could be best friends.

Just because I don't like to be too cheesy

2010-04-24T23:24:00.006+08:00

I decide to push down the previous post with some total random stuff.

Present to you,
the best of Chung Shang Hui

Good if you are still keeping the thought that you wanna bring me home.

PaD - Saturday afternoon

2010-04-24T15:18:00.006+08:00

You have no idea...

those moments are still vividly emblazoned in my mind.

you enveloped me. you formed a loop with your arm and i have mine hooked into yours. i tried to hide my smile when you wrapped your fingers around mine. you realised that and asked me why are you blushing. i covered your mouth subconsciously when i talked to my dad on the phone. the sudden silent smooch in the car, when we stucked in the jam. the goodbye making out session. you texted i wanna see you again.

and then there comes those moments which desaturated my life.

disappearance of your text in my inbox for one holy week. you mistaken me as lily or carol or other girl when i finally gathered up my courage to ring you up. i got who are you as your reply when my phone so cleverly sent you a blank message. you asked me on facebook if we still are friends. you asked me to learn to control my emotion when i rushed you for a reply. i got ignored when i asked for a fight when i almost get drown by the piles of articles. the increase of my pulse rate when i see you on the online list.

To the only person whom I will fight with in the universe,

I miss you.

Yes.
I still do.

You will never know.
Of course.

till you replaced by a more decent person.

yours truly,
that girl who is masquerading as someone who has gotten over you
(truth: all i ever wanted is a simple way to get over you. kelly clarkson is currently a hit btw)

One night in C.Club

2010-04-24T01:29:00.007+08:00

There are moments when the symptoms of my verbal diarrhea could temporary be suppressed.

Now, 2a.m. That's the moment.

Appreciate it.

It's rare.

Event: Yen Yee's birthday celebration in advance
Date: 17/4/2010
Venue: C. Club

Good to share, ain't it?

Boy, thanks for keeping your promise faithfully,
we girls appreciate your presence.

Quoting Blair Waldorf's stepfather:

Not enough.

Of course.

Second round: MOF Supposed to be at Fiona's place for cupcakes.
Plan for Cheq's surprise party failed. Hence cancelled.

Happy belated birthday girl.
May you stay forever sweet.

P/s: Did you enjoy the silent bits of mine?

PaD - the temptation

2010-04-23T21:21:00.005+08:00

I guess you must be thinking of food.
It is the only stuff that would spice up my life.

Currently my days can be described with one word:

Boring?? Nonono it sounds too exciting for my life.
Dull?? Nonono it sounds too adventurous for my life.
Lifeless? Nonono I've got a life my life is about studying.

You would never got it right.

Answer:

Blah.

Yes it's all about books and articles and highlighters.
I don't even feel like talking about it because I'm not a nerd who enjoys studying.
(at this point I wish that I were one)

Nevertheless this post has nothing to do with food -
unless you think that this stuff is edible la:
It's the first MMS sent by my dai sai lou - all the way from Aussie man.
The guys who has never sent me any picture message,
and the virgin picture message by him is this thing which could tempt me to death.

Gah I have no idea when was the last time I shop.
Such a thrifty girl.
Where to find?????
(T.T retail therapy.... I need)

Anyway.

Yes Perth, I will be there in June.
I know you will not be gone, so it's not necessary for me to ask you to wait for me.

See you then sai lou!!!

PaD - Passion

2010-04-22T22:54:00.004+08:00

Towards my job.
A very manja princess who would bring me food every lesson.

I'm passionate towards my job not because I know I will be having food -
Yes la I memang love food but I don't need my students to give me food -
I can buy my own but then it's different when the food is given by someone else other than yourselves -
you know that there is someone who's concerned of you.

When I bring her food she doesn't wanna accept mine because she usually has hers...

Anyway this is just one of my many cute students.

Dealing with kids is really much easier than with adults, their mind are simpler and easier to be messed with (muahaha).

It's fun to talk with kids,
they would tell you insignificant things like how their friend Ah Wah fall down and the whole class laughed at him or the number of stars they got for their homework.
If adults tell me these stories I would give them my narrow-eyed look yes I'm biased that way.

Some 7-year-olds even told me how she dumped her boyfriend because he didn't want to lend her his very powerful mechanical pencil.
(T.T even kids have boyfriends. Where is mine?)

It's particularly cute when they attempt to discuss sex with me.
Apalah why don't they do it with their parents but with the piano teacher?
Do I look like I am more sexually knowledgeable than their parents who have already given birth to them?

PaD - Hermit Crab

2010-04-21T22:42:00.007+08:00

I wish I could provide a real picture of a hermit crab's,

that would indicate that I'm somewhere near the beach or so.

Sigh. (a long one)
By that I mean I am grounding myself.
Wow I am such a disciplined person -
usually it was the parents who ground their children and I am exercising my parent's duty on myself.
I am amazing.

Alright, stop the self-admiration and back to the topic.

Yes you would see me online quite often,
it could up till 8 hours per day or so,
then you might think that,
this girl, who has no life, is here again...

Through my defence, whenever you see me online, I am studying.
Otherwise, I would be out there loitering around.

Yea you hear me right I'm a nerd that way.

Nah.
Damn canggih leh being an external student of University of London,
you get to have this 'Virtual Learning Environment',
where you get to study online.
Yes la when mentioning 'good study environment' people would usually link to big fields, trees, sunlight, lakeside or the most basic one, the library.
But us... a virtual one.

Then again...
Is this available in your college????
No leh.
My college is hence better than yours nah nah nah nah nah.
*childish*

*switch to normal mode*
I really have no idea what else could I update for the upcoming days as I will be doing the same thing everyday - until mid June.

Genius wor...

2010-04-20T20:15:00.004+08:00

This - http://en.akinator.com/

1. think of a character.
2. answer the questions which are tossed to you with regards to the character in question.
3. the so called genius would then try to guess who's the character in mind.

I guess this link has been circulated long time ago but today I browsed through my bookmarked page and played again and got addicted to it again.

Well I can't say that it's an addiction it's not that I can't live or have withdrawal symptoms without the page but I just don't wanna lose to it. Yes la it's something in me I don't like the feeling of losing but then sometimes I just can't help it sigh, especially when I'm facing a genius like this.

So far I have not defeated it yet - well, I always think of general and shallow characters like Cinderella, Michael Jackson, Bill Gates, Serena van der Woodsen, Jenny Humphrey, Blair Waldorf, David Tao of course it is able to guess la otherwise it would not be called the genius already lor.

But then later I tried Crayon Shin Chan and Sun Wu Kong it also got it right.
Then again my brother tried Guan Yu and voila! it got it right too.

Maybe we are just too kind to give it such easy characters.

Of course you don't think of your friends who are not possible to be known by the genius la.
He got it when I think of my mother anyway.

Ciaoz. Shall back to the game now.

PaD - the masterpiece

2010-04-20T14:09:00.003+08:00

I found it in the big red envelope which contains of all the lovey-dovey cheesy stuff when I was cleaning my room this morning.I usually don't brag about my drawing skill - erm... simply because I don't have any.

But as you can see! I can colour!

And yes, I am a memory keeper - I can't bear letting beautiful moments fade off that way. I dispose off sad and angry moments though, albeit sometimes the goods and the bads are interrelated. I am quite shocked to know that most of my friends deleted their ex's pictures and vice versa, I am blamed for keeping them. Erm I thought of telling my grandchildren about this popo's first love in the future because as a grandchild myself, I'm dying to know my grandparent's love story. Then they said something like it's not pleasant to have the current boyfriend see it - those pictures are really provoking. Hmm maybe they are true in this sense but since I don't have any now, keeping the pictures shouldn't cause any major problems.

But then again, most of the pictures are gone anyway. I hid the picture folders and when I sent my laptop to be formatted, I had forgotten to back the hidden folders hence yeap, they are gone with the formation.

Anyway, let's get back to the masterpiece.

It was a creation by my ex and I in the class out of boredom. Oh how pure our relationship could be - coloring when the teacher was not conducting a lesson.

Nonono it didn't happen during those kindergarten days when we brought color pencils to the school everyday.

For heaven's sake I started my first relationship at my age of 18, when I was a lower sixth-former. I can't remember why did I bring color pencils to school when I was in form 6- It's for Pengajian Am if I'm not mistaken.

See, I wanted to name it our masterpiece but I think since it's over now, it's not quite appropriate to make it ours. So if he gets famous one day (we wouldn't know!) and I would be able to benefit from the masterpiece from auctioning it off just because his signature is on the picture!

Okay I am such a dreamer I have a feeling that he wouldn't really get famous (again we wouldn't know but that's my instinct and it can be quite zun at times)

PaD - 正番薯

2010-04-19T22:19:00.014+08:00

Literally.
(to be pronounced as 'zheng fun she')
Do not attempt to read this post if you do not understand Cantonese.
It is not even meant to be read in Mandarine.

如果你有心要读嗮，
我建议你读出唻，
甘样会容易吸收睇架...

相信有听myfm阳光灿烂嘅朋友都知道昵嗰喺阿炳嗰口头禅啦。
（有无觉得好难读咧？
我觉得好难type jeh。
你最好俾面同我读嗮昛 - 失败。我揾唔到人字边嗰只‘kui’。）

我讲到边？
哦。阿炳。

而加你就用嗄你嘅想象力，
唸嗄我用阿莲look同你地讲嘢啦，
甘样会比较有feel啲gah。

（曾上慧你可唔可以快啲进入正题咧？
顺带一提，以前我啲朋友都会将我嘅名写成‘增上围’）

okok。正题正题。

都唔明白点解人地要用正番薯唻形容一个人蠢同埋钝。

番薯都唔知几好，
又好吃，又饱肚，
又暖胃，营养价值又高，
我ngam ngam （唔识写啊！！）当晚餐食，
到而家都未饿添...

连我嫲嫲次次篜番薯嘅时候都会讲：
‘当时日本仔打到来嘅时候，
我地就系靠昵啲救命嘅啦’

救命嘅咧，
边度可以同lutlut嘅人相提并论咧？

喺啦，番薯嘅样的以且确唔系好靓啦，
不过睇嘢唔可以净系睇外表嘅嘛，
就好似睇人甘，
有啲人咧，生得seesee（我真系唔只点写）正正，
其实嘅人都唔知几衰几阴湿；
反而有啲人咧，嘅样横睇竖睇都唔系几dim，
点知咧，最后变成你嘅谈心知己，
夸张啲，分分钟变咗你嘅终生伴侣，
或者救命恩人 - 就好似救咗唔少人命嘅番薯甘啦。

所以咧，我嘅point系，
大家唔好再用番薯唻lao（我又唔识写啦 - 华语：骂）人蠢啦，
番薯都有自尊嘎，
你地唔好甘样唻hurt昛啦，
再加上，
大家都有蠢嘅时候geh...
lao人蠢点都唔喺甘ngam（原谅我吧）嘅啦，
最好就无好乱lao人啦。

仲有啊，
就系因为一嗰二嗰净系识得睇外表，
搞都我昵啲甘有内涵嘅人都无人要，
真系前世咯...
（唔知点解，人地甘讲，我咪照住啦）

...
有时真系好佩服自己一下，
一粒番薯jeh，
都可以唸到甘多嘢出唻写，
仲系唔知有无人读嘅嗰中，
真喺徙气徙心机徙精神徙时间...

千猜（本地话。我识localise嘅咧）啦，
甘辛苦写咗甘多，
唔通delete咗昛咩，
无么嘢make sense咯。

就甘啦，
广东话唔系普通嘅唔容易写（即系，好难甘解），
写住甘多先啦，
揾字都揾到要发癫咗。
（我相信读嘅人都要读到发癫咗）

Overcoming my biggest fear in my life...

2010-04-13T20:27:00.013+08:00

By kiaping out the maggots from a dog's wound.

(this post would be rather boring.)

Alright it was a peaceful, relaxing afternoon because for once, I didn't feel like stepping out of the house.
Then April babe asked me out for Sushi, and told me a btw-story.
She said she saw some puppies in the drain, which were wet and injured, and she needed assistance to carry them up.

Well, the heroin in me voiced and promised to join the rescue process.

Gloves. Checked.
Clothes. Checked.
Camera. Checked.
Tweezer. Checked.
Cotton. Checked.
Antiseptic lotion. Oh. None. K. Bought it from Guardian so checked.

K. Done.

Right, those puppies were wet and injured - matched the description of April's.
I took out my camera - and realised that the battery was dead - well, this is my way of dealing with stuff. Really sai hei.

Okay. Nevermind. Shall concentrate on rescuing the doggies.
I slipped my hands into the surgical gloves, and ready to go.

I was facing somewhere else while carrying the dog.
It was just too painful to look at the wound!

Courage, courage - that was all I need.
It took several minutes before I could really move my sight onto the wound and gave it some inspectation.

Goodness.
It was truly, terrible.

The wound was large, and it was so deep - to the extent that the bone could slightly be seen.

We cleaned the large wound with some warm water, and applied some antiseptic lotion onto it.

Poor little thing, it didn't make a voice - at all.
I can't tell if it was too tired to make any voice or it has already immuned to the pain.

There were two black holes beside the big wound.
It is a 1-inch-deep wound with a diameter of 2 inches.
Initially, there was something sticky and dark (which, we assume, is some dead skin cell) which covered part of the wound.
Then, I kiap it out - and this is really not a wise move.
Next, what I could see is that the wound was covered with nicely arranged little dots.
I couldn't really decide what was those dots.
I tried to squeeze the wound but I still couldn't figure it out.
I then poked the wound with yellow antiseptic lotion soaked cotton on my kiap (tweezer, if you prefer english), some of the white dots started to move.
Alright I didn't see it, it was April who shouted, 'those are worms!!!!'

That was the most disgusting scene I have ever seen in my life, I swear.*click to enlarge*

I dare not to look at it at all because worms, this fleshy little creature, is the biggest fear of my life.
I almost wanted to burst into tears when I realised that those white little dots are actually the heads of those smelly maggots.
It was ultimately sickening - I mean, a larvae wound, what else could be worse than that?????

Both April and I were freaked out upon the discovery of the truth.
We both used words start with F and end with K,
except that she used the more civilised 'FREAK!'.

I felt really really sorry for the doggie, I knew that I couldn't just leave those maggots alone - they deserved death.
Hence, I did something of which I have never considered doing - I kiapped the maggots out.

April was a co-operative partner in the whole kill the smelly maggot operation, her mission is to bring the maggots to death - but crushing them with a stick.

We were experimenting if yellow antiseptic lotion could kill maggots, so I put the kiapped maggots into the pile of yellow liquid - it was concluded that the lotion might be irritating for the maggots, but it didn't kill them.
We then tried salt water. I was not sure if the maggots are too strong or the salt has yet to dissolve into the water - the maggots were sort of like swimming in that pile of clear liquid instead of struggling to death.
I only managed to kiap out 10+ of the maggots. There are really too much of them on the wound.
I treated the wound with both yellow antiseptic lotion and salt water, with the hope to kill the smelly maggots.

If you want to know how the wound looks like,
google 'larvae wound'.
You have seriously been warned.
I wanted to search for a picture which looks similar to the wound but I stopped at the searched page for just 0.5 seconds - those pictures are far more disgusting than what I have seen.
It sent chills up my spine - like, literally.

I can't stop having goosebumps when I am typing this post.

April just texted me - her dad pour cooking oil into that hole (eg, the wound).
You smelly maggots, this is your judgment day!!! Enjoy the suffocation!!!!!
Update:
The whole incident happened yesterday.
I have been haunted for a whole day - I sorta understand Kevin Carter, the photographer who took the picture of the girl and the vulture.

Whenever I think of the moving creatures on the wound, I have goosebumps.
It is severely against my conscience to leave the poor little thing alone.
Well I can spend a whole month of my salary for a bag - why can't I just spend one third of it to relieve the pain of a life?
'Financial problem' - it's just an excuse.
I shouldn't be so giam.
My heart hurts everytime I browse through the picture.
Deep down in there, I blame myself for not bringing it to the vet at the first opportunity by using the lousy 'financial problem' excuse as a shield.

I am bringing it to the vet tomorrow.
Wish me and the doggie luck.

Update:
It's gone.
I'm not writing in the first hand mood.
I wasn't even in the mood to write.
I was having great difficulties in getting over it in the first few days.

So when I saw the doggie, its condition become far worse.
The wound has gone much deeper than it was and those maggots - they have grown 3 times bigger the size I saw them for the first time.
Those faggots weren't even moving on the first day, it was only their heads which stuck out while this time, they were moving all around the doggie's flesh.

At that point, I couldn't stop blaming myself for not bringing the doggie to the vet the first time I saw it.
But then again, I wouldn't have brought it to the vet on the third day if not for the Kevin Carter's feeling.

So April and I went to pay a visit to the vet.
The vet told us that its condition was really bad (yes we can see that), those maggots may have gone into the doggie's spine.
I was then left with 2 choices: to put it to sleep, or to give it a try - although the chance of surviving is small, according to the vet.
When I struggled between the choices, I burst into tears.
It may be an easy choice for most of you out there but no... not for me.

The doggie kept on howling when the vet was inspecting it, it was really painful to look at it.
The pain would end if it were to put to sleep - but it's a life. It has the right to move on.
Nevertheless, the pain it suffers would be parallel with its living days.

I believe that it would recover one day, and has better life thereon hence I have decided to give it a try.
The vet did what I did earlier - to kiap the maggots out - only difference is that those maggots have grown much bigger and much fatter.
He then sprayed some antiseptic and maggot-killer lotion to the wound.

So we decided to clean the doggie at April's place before bringing it to my house.
April brought warm water and shampoo, we then helped the poor thing to clean off those fleas on its body.
While wiping its body, we kept on talking.

'Don't worry, you will be alright.'
'You will have food once we have cleaned you k?'
'You will be staying in the bathroom, and be well protected.'
'Those stupid maggots would not survive long.'
'When you are home, I will give you good food.'
'Your wound would recover...'

As the cleaning went on, the doggie's breathing became weaker.
Weaker, and weaker, and...
The movement on its stomach stopped.
Its tongue did not response when April dropped water into its mouth.

It was far beyond my expectation.

The last thing I wanted to do to this dog was to dig a hole, and bury it.
Yes, but we did it.

I had been haunted by the incidents for few days.
Traumatised kao.

I'm feeling better now at least.

Well, lesson learned.
Life prevails everything, that includes money.
If I were to send it to the vet on the first day, it would not have died.

As how my brother put it, well, at least it was well treated and clean before going off.
I would only feel better by thinking this way.