Decisions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.