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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Mama says

I love my mama. My mama says the greatest words that no 'self-help' book or famous politician can say.

She said,

'Rich or poor is not defined by money, is determined by your ambition and knowledge.'
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'Don't hate school. Your schooling life only last less than 8 percent of your total life span. You ruin it, you ruin life.'
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'Education is a one-way ticket.'
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'Love is not what how both feel to each other, is how both deal the future.'
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'Suffer 15 years of education, but you will gain another 50 years of luxury. Why aim lowest in education while you want good life?'
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'Find true love by tracing how your family gives you.'
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'Don't boast your money. They are only paper and metal. Get something immaterial to fulfil your material needs. Not use material to fulfil your material needs.'
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'Don't get angry on someone who is bad on you. Be glad you know why is he bad on you so you won't repeat the same mistake.'
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'God give us mouth to ask and defend, not swallow all the bitterness and embarrassment and humiliation.'
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'Don't think you are always at the top of the world because the world is round, sometimes, you have to be at the bottom. If you are at the bottom, don't be sad, you will be at the top one day.'

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

5 S's for Destroying a Star

WARNING: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

  1. Shifting. Using particle beam, create a flux in atom-binding energy. Shift the lighter elements (Hydrogen and Helium) to the outer surface of the star and leave the heavier elements in. The star would have nothing to fuse and the crushing force will cause the star to implode.
  2. Strangling. Establish a particle beam flux ring around the star's equator. By tightening and loosening the ring in waves, a strong magnetic force is created. The magnetic field created could strangle the star like a snake, pumping equatorial stellar matter to the poles.
  3. Spinning. Establish a particle beam flux ring around the star from pole to pole. Rotate them. That would cause the magnetosphere to couple with them and drag all the stellar matter with them as the ring rotates. By increasing the speed of rotation, the stellar mass would be lifted like an onion.
  4. Sucking.Toss a planetary-mass blackhole into the fusion core of the star. The star would suddenly have two sites of nucleation. When the radiation threshold is increased when the blackhole burns too much matter, it would blast the star apart, like a bomb.
  5. Singing. Sing to a star. Throb the star with gravitational wave that responds to the oscillation of the star. The same frequency would allow the gravitational energy to pump into the star's fusion core, allow the matter to spew out uncontrollably.

Poi Lam | NS | UTAR

3 'cultures'. Yet, different.

Poi Lam friends. Basically during my later years, I spend most of my time with Orangutan, Crow, 'One-bowl-of-mee', Japanese monkey, Ripe mosquito and Cock. Nice having time with 'em. I remembered the pantomime we put on. The 'violence' and 'sex' scene (it's not what you think)... even Pn Tan Get Peng saw us gila-ing around... *embarrassed*

NS friends. I spend my time with Hornets, buddy Fizan and some from Sukhoi. Not really much time for me to have fun. I just spend MOST with Cindy. Making her laugh and 'angry'. LOL. Till one of the Jurulatih thought we are in love. Hell, impossible.

UTAR friends. I'm not going to say 'spend my time' here, I will use the word 'gila my time'. Mostly with Siewcheng, Jixuan, Tanning, Puaycian, Apple, Panda wei wei, Weifa...


BUT, one big BUT, I realise I spend 95% of my time with GIRLS. What's wrong with me?

Ghost

Chinese New Year is coming. Gosh, I have to clean up the house, wipe the window, arrange the living room... bla bla bla...

Worse, I have a cough. It's not an ordinary cough, it's ticklish, it's allergic cough. Once cough, akan cough tak henti-henti. Idiot. Hate it.

It all started the day before yesterday. And yesterday, to speak frankly, I don't sing at Karaoke, because of ONE single thing: it's very creepy. I don't know my friends could sense it or not. It is scary. The corner I sat, well, I felt someone or something is watching me. If my friends noticed, I kept playing around with my religious beads on my wrist.

I didn't feel right there. It's like many things were watching over me.

The feeling got worse when I went to the toilet. I don't want to say more, but I swear I 'saw' something/someone. Since before the K was built/renovated, I never EVER went to the end of Jusco. The sensation is NOT right.

But hey, I can't be so 'anti-social' right? It can't be I left all my friends out and I just walked around outside. Keras-kepala-ing is the only way.

Tell you guys, there are really THINGS in the Karaoke. One of them harrassed my uncle before, and several of my friends...

Enough said.

CNY is coming... my peanut cookie is coming out soon. Damn, still coughing... Did you know there is a belief that when you are sick, you cannot make CNY cookies?

The Dagger In My Heart

When the first words of anger erupted from my heart to my mouth, I knew immediately that the bridge of friendship is gone. The words I used wasn't harsh. It's how harsh I'd been saying.
When I realised it, I wanted to say 'sorry', but he just spun around and left without a word.

A friend's most lethal weapon is not how he yells at you.
A friend's most lethal weapon is not how he cries at you.
A friend's most lethal weapon is not how he kicks at you.

It is how he spins around and says nothing.
That gesture. Action. Can create a silver sharp dagger that jabs into your heart almost as instant as he spins around.

That's how I felt.

I felt the sharp pain once he was gone. I reached out an invisible hand, trying to turn him back, but deep down my heart, it told me, once it's gone, it's gone.

Ich bin dumm!!!!

It is not easy to go over this kind of feeling, especially I usually helped and cared for friends a lot. And this pain of the dagger carried me for another year, where the dagger had its splinter on another of my friend. That had severed him, but not as bad as I imagined. This time, I quickly apologised and the bridge is still there.

Another year has passed. The dagger is not visible through my mind, but it had sunken deeper into my heart. I couldn't feel it at first, but once I saw something sad, the pain came back with greater intensity.

Later, much later, I saw it. Him. The mouse. Hesitating. *Click*. Talked with doubt. Frightened like a cat. Worried like a mother. Him. Said. 'It's ok.'

It's ok...
These words have two meanings:
1) I don't mind you (but I really do), it's just for the sake of no arguments
2) It's really ok. I never have done that before. It's really nothing.

From the tone of the speech, I guessed (85% sure) its (2).

The dagger, was gone, forever. The relieve was.... unspeakable...


It's like Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King where Aragorn tells the spirited army to leave in peace and the army just let out a relieve and gone.

I know.
I will be careful with you next time.
Again, sorry.



From,
P006 (if you know what it means)

Friday, December 24, 2010

Happy New Year

New Year 2011 is coming. When everyone is having the light in their hearts to celebrate their New Year, I have some faint darkness that I could not overcome.

I admit, I have hurt my friend's feeling during my Secondary School final year. I admit. I know I was selfish back then, but no matter how I reached out, I cannot find a response. I felt like I am a tree, branching out in all directions trying to touch the sky.

I really wanted to meet him, talk to him, say how sorry I was. But... *sigh*... things never got any better. The crack is there between him and me. No matter how I pray, it just won't seal up.

I, secara rasmi, have lost him, forever.

Another one in my Uni years. This time, I managed to seal up the crack. But, the scar is still there. I don't know how to get any closer. There is a slight curtain between us. I cannot reach out. Every time I lead out a hand, the distance got wider. So, I guess, I should just be glad the crack is sealed. The scar, I prefer it to stay, to let me know I did something nasty to people and I won't repeat it.

I keep on express my sadness and regret through songs so sad that will make you cry. But what can I do to them? It was my fault after all.


These are my wishes for 2011. These are my darkest times. I wish and hope someone or a miracle to help me seal those cracks and repaint the walls...

I just wish that very much

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Line Slow

Just wanna say.
SLOW
GO SLOW
that's it
Internet speed.
SLOW
Dunno what to say
Just slow.
How?
Cannot communicate...
Some even don't have HP...
FB slow
SLOW

Just SLOW

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Message in a Bottle

Inserting the letter into a glass bottle, stuff it with a stiff cork, then cast it into the sea for it to travel over long distances. It is no doubt an ancient way, and yet good for releasing the burden in the heart. Nowadays, there aren't any people who did this. However, in a twist of fate and destiny, I was met with an ordinary friend. He loved to place a letter into a glass bottle and cast it into the wide ocean.

I don't know how I met him. I don't remember. Somewhere hidden in my mind, I have a faintest memory like I helped him up at the seaside as he accidentally fell over a rock. I treated him like my own brother. And then, he just followed me ever since.


Although he was approaching his teenage, he had a look of a child about seven or eight years old. His family wasn't a good one. His parents always quarreled and usually either the father or the mother would leave the house for at least three days for that. After that, the quarrel resumed. They never paid any attention to their kid. I pitied him. Every time I asked him what was he doing when they were quarreling, he would force out a smile and said, 'What can I do? Only sleep will make me deaf temporarily.'


I know he lied.


He was weird. He sometimes stared into blankness and said nothing, and he sometimes talked a lot with me. He loved to write letters, but his letters would never reach to the postman. He wanted to send the letter to the sea as he claimed that the sea would carry his burden to the edge of the world.


I didn't like him throwing the bottles. It's just that every time he threw it, he became exceptionally quiet. You couldn't nudge him, shout at him or call his name. He just wouldn't answer at all. He was trapping himself into his wild but sad imagination.


He would gaze at the sea and see how the waves rolled by. Or sometimes he would look at his bottle drifted on the sea. And sometimes, he would let out a long sigh.


I waited till he was fine and I asked him what did he wrote in the letter. He shrugged and said, 'My pitiful life.' I was surprised. He was still a child, how come he had any pitiful life? Maybe it was the family quarrels and stuffs. No matter, that wasn't his only answer. Sometimes he gave the answers like 'Sad', 'Hurt' or 'Pain'. There was never even once I heard was a positive remark.


Nonetheless, he loved talking to me. He said, talking to me could help him out from misery.


I thought: Really? If talking to me can help you from misery, why are you still writing letters for the sea? Why don't you just tell me what's your problem?


But I know, this was his hobby. He did this maybe for some other reasons that I had never come to know.


One day, he asked me out to accompany him. He wanted to throw another bottle that day. But that day, the winds were strong and the waves were fierce, even the sky showed no mercy. I was surprised about his decision to cast a letter at this day.


'Strong winds and wavy waves will help me send my letter to much farther out, that would make sure my letters won't turn back,' he claimed.


I was like wondering how important was that letter till he needed a strong wind and waves to carry its message. He, again, fell back into his shell of quietness. He stared out into the sea and sighed again. He raised his bottle, seeing it for one last time, shook his head with a bitter smile and cast it as far as he could.


The green bottle flickered the golden sun ray and plopped into the sea like a comet. After the splash, it started to be carried away by the waves, carrying the glitter of the sun like a star in the sea.


I could only hear the howling winds and crashing waves. I wished to hear what the voices in his heart was saying.


'Goodbye,' he blurted.

'Excuse me?' I really couldn't hear what he said in this stormy weather.

'I said goodbye. I thought you were asking what I wrote in the letter, so I said it's goodbye,' he said softly. His head was tilted down. He was nudging the sands with his broken slippers.

'Why goodbye?' I asked.

'My parents don't want me anymore. They don't want me to be in a terrible family. They are going to send me to a distant relative but they promised they would visit me once in a month,' he said, still not looking up. Suddenly, as if a beast in him as woken, he kicked a pile of dirt. 'I don't want to leave them! I really don't!'


I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what should I say. But in the end, I placed my hand on his shoulder. 'Since your parents had already made up their minds, you have to listen anyway. Maybe they thought this works the best for you,' I said. I swore I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't even know what I said was right, but at least I said something.


He fell silent. He turned away and left, leaving me watching him walking away. I didn't know whether I was having a hard time swallowing or I was sobbing. Something had caught in my throat. I felt breathless. I tried to call him, but there was no voice. And he stil didn't look back...


Over a few days, I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I have lost a best friend. It was like what people had told me about the philosophy of air: It is everywhere around us, but we don't appreciate it, till the day we lost air, we then know how important air is to us.'


I was missing him, I realised. But I couldn't contact him. I didn't know where he had gone to. I didn't have his phone number or address...


Then I had an idea.


This day, was my first day of casting bottle.


I stepped on the warm sand rain and gazed at the wide blue sea. This time, it wasn't stormy. But my heart was heavy. I could feel the turbulence in it. I let out a sigh, inadvertently. I gripped on the blue bottle with a white parchment in it. And I threw it hard.


It flickered blue light and dropped into the sea. There came a wave to engulf it, but it still popped up, floating. Drifting. Never to sink.


I stood there in silence, seeing how the bottle drift further and further away till it lost sight. I didn't know why I smiled.


In my heart, I know, I don't care where or when the bottle is going to land. I only knows it in one of the corner of my heart, he would receive it.


What did I wrote in the message in the bottle?


'I miss you.'

Saturday, December 18, 2010

玻璃瓶子

Alright, here is a sad story for you all, the English version will be up tomorrow. Don't worry






把讯息放入玻璃瓶内,用木塞堵住,再往海抛,任它漂流四方,都是既古老,又有利于纾压的方法。如今,养成这种习惯的人屈指可数,遇到这种人,心里不感到好奇才怪。虽然如此,上帝却让我认识了一个不怎么样的朋友。他好喜欢把装有信息的玻璃瓶抛入海的怀抱。至于我是怎么认识他,我自己也不清楚,好像是有一天他在海边跌倒时我就扶了他一把,然后当他是我的弟弟般替他敷药,他就此喜欢跟着我。


他虽然十多岁。但是外表看起来却如七、八岁的孩子般。听说他的家庭背景不好,父母常吵架。吵架后,不是爸爸离家,就是妈妈离家,至少三天后才回家。回家后,再过几天又吵起来了,根本不把孩子放在他们的眼中。我真的很可怜他,但是每当我问他爸爸妈妈吵架是他在做什么,他总是勉强挤出一个薄薄的笑容,说:“能做什么?睡觉吧!当什么也听不到。”


我知道,他在骗我。


他的性格好奇怪,有时静静的鸣响,有时却哗哗啦啦地与我聊天。他也好喜欢写信。他的信不会给邮差寄去,反而自己把那封信寄给大海,说要把心事传到世界尽头去。我可不是很喜欢他那种举动,因为当他把瓶子扔出去后,就默不出声,任我如何去喊他、叫他,他就是对我不理不睬,把自己沉迷于自己的幻想空间。他会凝视着蔚蓝的大海,看海如何微微翻滚那海浪,又看着他的瓶子在海上时沉时浮,偶尔更会呼一口长气。


等他收拾好心情,我会问他心里写了什么,他耸耸肩,苦笑着说:“我的苦言。”小小年纪竟然有苦言?我想,应该是他家里所发生的事是他不开心吧!虽然如此,那只是他其中的一个答案罢了。他还有别的答案,如“伤心”、“痛苦”、“可怜”等,但没有一个是正面的。虽然如此,他还说,他很喜欢我陪他聊天,因为他认为这样可以帮助他从悲楚中走出来。


我心想:有吗?如果与我谈天可以帮助他从悲楚中走出来,那么为什么他还要写信给大海?不如他直接向我倾诉他的问题,就没有必要扔玻璃瓶子。可是,我自己觉得他这么做是有他的原因的。我没想过要去问他,因为那可说是他的嗜好吧!


有一回,他约了我出去陪他扔瓶子。那天的风特别大,浪也滔滔,天色特别昏暗,我也正奇怪为何他会选这一天扔瓶子。“风大,浪就大,那我的讯息可以传得更远,注定他不会因急流而又兜回来园地。”他就这么回答我。我感到很奇怪,那封信到底有多重要,需要大风大浪来传?他又恢复他的老样子,默不出声凝视着大海叹气。他提起瓶子,看着瓶子里卷着的信纸,呆了一阵,然后他微微摇头,苦笑着,再把瓶子扔出去。


那青色的玻璃瓶闪耀着太阳微弱的金光,坠入海中,似乎一颗发青光的流星划过了天空,掉入滔滔的海中。“扑通”一声,溅起了水花,然后漂得越来越远了,只看到闪闪发亮的星星在海中漫游着。风也渐渐变大了,耳朵除了听见“哗哗”的浪声,也听见“呼呼”的风声,但是我始终听不见他的心声。


“再见。”他忽然开口了。
“嗯?”在这大风大浪的地方,我的确听不见他在说什么。
“我说再见。你不是问我信里写什么吗?就是再见。”他笑生的回答,低着头,用破旧的鞋子挪动沙子。
“再见?什么意思?”我感到很奇怪。
“爸妈不要我了。他们不要我在受苦了。他们把我送到我的远房亲戚家去,让他们养我。他们会一个月看我一次的,”他仍然低着头说话。忽然,他踢起了一堆沙石,喊:“我要离开我的父母了!我真的很不想离开他们!”



我说不出话来,就算可以说,也不知道该说什么。最后,我把手搭在他的肩膀上,说:“既然爸妈已经这么决定了,你也得听听他们啊!他们这么做可能也是为了你的好啊!”我不知道自己在说什么,更不知道自己说的对不对,但至少说一些话来安抚他也好。


虽然他低着头,可是,我隐约可看到他在瞄了我一下。他没说什么,只是掉头就走,丢下我愣在那儿。我看着他瘦弱的背影慢慢离去。我不知道自己是否在吞苦水,还是哽咽,但总而言之,我很难呼吸,想叫他,却开不了口。他也没回头,任大风大浪在啸着。我也呆在那儿,什么也没做……


过了好几天,我开始感到不安了。我感到自己好像失去了好朋友似的,正如“空气”的道理:它在我们的身边无所不在,但我们却不珍惜它,直到消失了,才发现它的重要性……我这样就开始想念他了,但是我有什么方法联络他呢?我根本不知道他在世界里的那个角落。
于是,我就有了一个办法……


这一天是我第一次扔玻璃瓶子。


我的脚踏着细沙,眼望着漫无边际的蓝海。这次没有大风大浪,天气特别晴朗,海也平静。我的心却好重,不由自主地叹了一口气。我手抓紧里面装着洁白信纸的蓝色玻璃瓶子,用力一掷。这次它闪耀着蓝色的光,直落入蓝色的大海,时沉时浮。突然来了一股小浪,把玻璃瓶吞噬了,但后来它又冒出来,永远就沉不下去。


我静静地站住,看着那瓶子越漂越远,逐渐消失于眼前。我的嘴不仅往上扬,不知为何微笑起来了。我不知道那个瓶子会在什么时候,或在哪里着陆,但是我觉得这一切都不重要。总而言之,我心里的某个角落,相信他会收到。
玻璃瓶子里的信写了什么?


“好想你!”







Ok, this is actually a semi-fiction. It is actually some facts. The boy who threw the bottle? Some of his traits are actually me. And the 'I' in the post, some of the conversation is also me. It's a mix up. But it is a sad story for me, equally. I do miss my friend whom I treated like a brother.

I am sorry. Please come back will ya? Please reply my SMS, or do whatever to contact me. I have tried everything but it seems pointless......... =(

Friday, December 17, 2010

ASEP 2005 (II) - Quotations

ASEP 2005 5th anniversary is coming out. Due to the fact that I won't be online after 20 December, I will make do with whatever time I have now...

Quotations. Words people say. Speech people crap. Whispers people gossip. Favourite and annoying. I found these words very 'sentimental' and 'historical':

1. 'That's so "aromatic"!' ~ by me. It means, what you said there was foul, like, say, 'I think we are going to crash', so in respond to that, you just say this!

2. 'Baling lembu, lembu pun mati!' ~ by Joash. He complaint about the wheat bread in Vietnam Airlines was so hard and crusty that even you throw it to the cow, the cow just die.

3. 'No bushes.' ~ by me. It was supposed to be 'no lalang' (lalang = bushes) and when it is re-translate into Cantonese, it simply meant 'mou lah lang' or 'tiada kaitan' or 'it doesn't matter'.

4. 'Can kill.' ~ by Nurul (I guess). Usually derogatory. It actually refers to the superlative of an action. Example, your friend wants to ride a rollercoaster, but you tell him, 'eh, can kill!'

5. 'Did you know 30,000 xxxxx is xxx-ing everyday?' ~ by Joash, 'enhanced' by Nurul. Just fill in the 'xxx', for example, 'Did you know 30,000 leaves are growing everyday?' I agree. It's a stupid fact from a pity fact, which it originated from 'Did you know 30,000 children are dying everyday?'

6. 'Shoot!' followed by 'Bang!' ~ by Nurul and me (the latter). It's a lame joke. Nurul used to say 'Shoot!' instead of 'Damn!', so I respond by saying 'Bang!'. Lame. Lame. Lame.

7. 'Potong tu ketam!' ~ by me. As said earlier, it was translated (badly) from English version 'cut the crap'. I remembered Nurul get annoyed with the 6th and this quotation.

8. 'He is such a good drawer.' ~ by Nurul. Ms Woo was asking us to draw heart shapes for our placards saying 'POVERTY'. Nurul said, 'Let minzhi do it, he is such a good drawer.' It was a slip of tongue. She swore. But we definitely rewarded by a roar of laughter.

9. 'Christina's a gorilla!' ~ by Xiao Wen. I remembered when Jia Yi told Xiao Wen her name is Christina, Xiao Wen went hysterica and yelled 'CHRISTINA'S A GORILLA!' which actually meant 'Christina Aguilera' but her pronounciation was... y'know!

10. 'Bomb the world, make it a "badder" place, for you and for me... ' ~ by Kevin. That's... pathetic! It was supposed to be Michael Jackson's 'Heal the World'. Instead he fooled by singing 'Bomb the World'


Dammit! Gonna miss those phrases!

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

ASEP 2005

Specially for Nurul, Joash, Wai Meng, Christina, Ginger, Fiona, Zhi-Jun, Kevin, Julia, Shaynee... and everyone in ASEP2005: Our Earth, Our Home

It's been 5 years now. The 5th anniversary. How are you guys coming? Damn miss you much.



  1. I missed the time when you all held our names, photos, school names, posters high in the airport.
  2. I missed the shouts when you all first saw us.
  3. I missed the time we were treated like celebrities.
  4. I missed the time we had fun in their school singing Negaraku. (Seriously?)
  5. I missed the time we saw people sleeping in class because there is a sleeping session in school.
  6. I missed the time we sang 'Pengyou' by Zhou Hwajian. (more than 3 times singing)



  7. I missed the time Joash sang 'Pretty woman', bullied by Nurul and her 'sisters'.
  8. I missed the time we went to San Min Vocational High School to do our presentation
  9. I missed the time we sang 'Heal the World' together with the audience swaying their arms.
  10. I missed the time we ate potato chips when people are presenting
  11. I missed the time we heard the crowd yelling for giving us the 5-star rating for our presentation
  12. I missed the time we were dragged into the PA room and asked what song we sang.
  13. I missed the time we had fun with the principal of Yu Chang.
  14. I missed the time we had disco fun in SMVHS hall.
  15. I missed the time we sang Mimpi and Malaysia Truly Asia (and dance too!)


  16. I missed the time we (Christina, Nurul and Shaynee) went to JFS themepark and smuggled food into this monster Ferris Wheel:


  17. I missed the time I first rode on a rollercoaster. I swear I never ride on it again. After riding that rollercoaster:


  18. I missed the time we (me and my foster family) had buffet steamboat dinner.



  19. I missed the time we (me and my foster family) bought gifts that could drag an aeroplane down.
  20. I missed the time we chatted heart to heart
  21. I missed the time we had fun
  22. I missed the time you all had tears when sending us back to airport
  23. I missed the time when I woke up late to get to the airport
  24. I missed the time when I realised I wasn't the last one to get to the airport (Ms Woo is late)
  25. I missed everything guys!

It's been an honour to meet you all. You make our eyes bigger to see broader things. It's the 5th anniversary though. I don't know you all still remember us, growing up into early adulthood. I wish I can go to Taiwan to meet you all.

Yeah, I agree on Nurul. We look stupid. We were innocent. Seriously.

I don't know how to write this post. I don't want it to be redundant or same as Nurul's because we both share the same feelings (I believe). So I want she to have her own blog and mine to have mine so that you readers can read both, rather than just one of us...


If I were to write everything down, I am afraid it's gonna be another novel. My original diary of this is 16 pages long. I bet you don't want to read that!


Somehow there are a few things I think it is a bit awkward:


When we spoke Chinese, they were like: 'Oh? You can speak Chinese! You can write Chinese! OMG! Really? Malaysians speak Chinese?'

That statement made us stop communicating in English with them and we used Chinese. Result? Reprimanded by Miss Woo. 'This is an international event, you cannot just speak Chinese to them! They are supposed to learn up English, that's why they organise ASEP. You must understand.... bla bla bla and bla...'

Their school does not have a canteen. Their food is delivered by some guys. When we asked them where is the canteen, they brought us to their fish pond. LOL. Because 'pond' and 'canteen' sounds almost the same in Chinese. XD

Their school has a sleeping session where students sleep for 30minutes? I forgot. Just kinda.... weird. Wonder when Malaysia will adopt it huh? XD

JOASH is in love with FIONA. LOL. Sorry. Just being straight though. Joash seemed perplexed by Fiona. (Fiona don't kill me please! I speak only the truth). That goes well with his famous saying: Where there're girls, there's Joash'.

NURUL was called as 'Niu Rou' or 'beef' by most Taiwanese students. Cannot blame them though. They have exposed to Chinese since birth. Right?

LOL.... just miss you all guys... respond to me! HAHA....

Winter][Spring

Malaysia, tropical country, close to the equator. And yet, it feels cold this month. My feet is like touching a cold soda. Sorry, not ice though, nothing to be exaggerated here.

It made me realise (somehow rather late XD) that this month is December. My mum used to say, December is the coldest month when the cold winds from China begin to cast its magic southwards. During these times, people would prepare for Chinese New Year. (Nah, not Christmas for me)

Winter solstice. It was the Chinese who invented the 24 mini-seasons about when to plough, when to seed, when to harvest and when to prepare New Year. (Ketam: I am proud to be born in the month of 'First Spring').

We will make glutinous riceballs, or tangyuan. But that's all about ketam anyway.

What I mean is when the cold wind blows, it means spring is near.

Chinese New Year is near.

Nah, who said anything about winter Christmas anyway? I told you, I don't really celebrate Christmas. It's just a holiday for me. Not a festive holiday for me. But hey, it is a festive holiday for everyone. Got it? Nah, just nonsense and ketam.

Last night Nurul posted a note something about Muslims cannot greet Merry Christmas. At first, I felt ridiculous. I thought, 'Merry Christmas' is just a nice warm greeting anyway. What is it so haram to speak and wish?

Then I consult my bro Amirul at Egypt. Nah, I didn't really fly to Egypt. FB chat, silly. He told me it's true but many Muslims are unaware. He said, every perayaan regarding or related to religion, Muslims are prohibited to wish those non-Muslims. Conflict of faith, he called it.

So, so far I can remember, only Wesak Day, Thaipusam, Christmas and Deepavali are those religious holidays. They cannot wish us like 'Happy Deepavali!'. So, dear non-Muslims, if you want to wish, please take note ya! Don't offend their religion. Be nice. Peace. 1Malaysia! (Seriously, I prefer all united. Stop discriminating and be racist)

Yeah, speaking of racist, I saw many people condemning each other's race. Come on, if you condemn people to stop them being racist, YOU are racist. I have been to NS, I know we are not all racist, its just all about prasangka. So STOP it! Live together!

Yup, another piece of ketam. But at least a good one. XD

Where was I? Yeah, winter.

Advice from me:
Winter brings cold, because warmth is on the way. Don't complain it. You keep groaning about life's unfair. Bullshit. Without whamming on the wall, you are not going to realise what you didn't appreciate. Same thing here: Without winter, you will never appreciate the warmth all year round.

Life is fair, ladies and gentlemen.
The equation has not been equated.
You have 80 years beyond.
The equation begins when you are born.
A complicated one.
Not just an ordinary linear equation or quadratic.
It takes 80 years to equate.
By the time you know it,
your life is equated.

Love Life!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Ketam

WARNING: Ketam ini tidak merujuk kepada haiwan laut yang berkaki sepuluh.

Y' know, sometimes it's very annoying to hear people talk about great things. No. Not those great things Napoleon had done. Not those great things those serial rapists had done. It's about themselves.

Yes! They talk about their great things.

No. Not plan to conquer the world or something. Just, for me, simple things. Simple crap I call it. Or 'Ketam Mudah'. Oh, ignore it, it is just one big Ketam here.

(Talking about 'ketam', it was coined by me. Yeah, just go back and read the 'Quirky Names' blog post of mine. You will know how quirky am I in giving names. I remembered it was Nurul who said 'Cut the crap!!!', then I would respond to her, 'Potong tu ketam!')

Another ketam I have written. Yet, this ketam is necessary as much as it is an introduction. XP

You know, I meet some people, who always crap about their talents, experience, their GREATNESS. Which, when you sum those up, you get a perfectly-rounded ZERO.

'Ei, the badminton ar, cannot play like this. You know how I win or not, I ah...'
'Handphone cannot buy this model, you see mine. Mine I choose it because I know the...'
'English? No need to study so hard... I didn't get good result also can pass... as long as it pass...'
'I tell you, when I do this, I know its exactly right, because...'

HENTIKAN KETAM ANDA! INGATILAH YANG TERSAYANG!

Ketam is just everywhere...

Bunuh! BUNUH!!!


SOLUTION (my way):
If someone keeps crapping, just say: Bak kata ketam-ketam...
If he/she still craps, say: Potong ketam tu...
If he/she still persists, say: Hentikan ketam...
If he/she still (sadly) craps, say: Alhamdulilah, mana dapatnye ketam yang banyak tu!

Ketam, oh ketam...

Monday, December 13, 2010

Empty soul

I don't know why, the feeling of wanna hug someone is back. LOL. Maybe it is cold in my room.

I remembered I was FIRST hugged by a man, a friend. Yup, HIM again. Fizan, my NS buddy. I was stupefied. You know when something out of ordinary occur in front of your eyes, you just stand there, eyes wide open and do nothing. ABSOLUTELY nothing. That's how I felt.

It was the parting day, where we all had to go back our home as the NS ended. It was tragic. Emotional. People were crying everywhere till the floors were wet. Bags and luggages were thrown aside just to speak the last words before parting ways. Some (many) even wanted to delay their buses by talking more than ever.

It was sad. Superbly.

There I was, standing in a crowd. Staring at crying faces. I felt, like, gone. I just felt empty in my heart. Like a pail that has poured out of every single drop of water. The feeling was not pain or sad. It was... EMPTY... duh... I was standing there....

Figuring out what to pour in my heart... Don't know what to do in the sea of people...

Then, HE came. He said nothing and he just hugged me, saying, 'Lah, saya takkan lupe you MZ. You are the best buddy in the world. Jangan lupe aku Fizan taw!'

That's it. He had crossed my threshold. My heart and soul shattered into pieces. It was like, his words like... I dunno, bomb or something. It just shattered everything I held on to. I couldn't respond back his hug. I just didn't know what to do!

When I sedar balik, I knew I won't be seeing him again for a long long time... Then I knew, everyone, every faces I saw gathering at the hall before parting was not going to last. I wouldn't be seeing them anymore. That was it. The final hour of the final day of my life, I could see all my friends running away.

That's why I felt empty. All friends I have known, were going to be gone...

I wanted to cry. For the first time, I realised the MAJOR loss of friends. I felt like, 'Please don't go! Jangan balik!'

I stood there for a very very long time. Scratching my head, holding my breath, looking at the ceiling, just as excuses for not crying.

I stared at those familiar faces again, trying to burn their faces into my mind to keep them forever. But the more I saw, the worse I felt. My heart was stucked. Like a clogged drain.
Fizan, and everyone, board their buses and left. I frantically checked my bus, hoping to find some of my besties there.

No hope. None at all. Strangers. Baddies...

I slumped on the cushion, gazed outside. Every time we passed by a bus, I would rush to look out from the window, because deep down in my heart, I believed in jodoh would allow my friends and me to see each other again.




Here I am, in UTAR. I stopped feeling bad. Because I saw Wei Yin, Tauke and Keyki. And most of all, my buddy occasionally called.

The warmth entered my heart.

I vow, I will never let it go. I am not going to let my soul empty again.
EVER
Every time I read this book, I smile with tears. Those who have written in this book, you have left footprints in my heart, friends!

Christmas

I don't celebrate Christmas. Ever. I use that holiday for... well, holiday. Nothing to do with Christmas. Strictly. Serious.

But when I stepped into tertiary education, Christmas is like everything to everyone. From having a drink, party, BBQ, vacation, trip, to something as modest as exchanging presents. Well, speaking of presents (sly smile), I do wish to get presents. LOL


Since birth, I received presents from these guys:

Parents: Decoratives

Kevin (primary 5): A piggybank

Zhen Yee (form 3): A card

Yie (form 5): A card

Jack and our stupid gang (form 5): A world-known sci-fi Dune

Seng Tat (form 5): A beautiful Hong Kong dragon keychain

Siewcheng, Aili and Crystal (Foundation): A photo stand (gotta love this one)

Gary (Foundation): A Christmas teddy bear


Well, that's it. No more, ever less. All of them (except Gary) gave me during my birthday. It is rare to have someone send me a gift on birthday because my birthday often falls in Chinese New Year holidays. No one is that free to reach my house to gift.


So, hehe, next birthday is after Chinese New Year (2 weeks after, in fact). Any gifts for me? LOL


Owh, yeah, I am preparing online Christmas surprises for 10% of my FB friends for next sunday. Stay tune!


Ciao~~~

Face Problem

Serious face problem, indeed.


Because of my no-nonsense face, many people is scared of me. They tried to avoid jokes and be serious with me.

COME ON. I AM NOT THAT SERIOUS OK? You can ask Siewcheng, Tanning, JiXuan, Yitmun, NS friends and others.


When I first said I watched FIFA World Cup, my friends stared at me as if I am a rare artefact in a museum. The reactions I got were:


'FIFA wor? You watch it?'
'You know how to play football meh?'
'Are you dreaming?'



*sigh*

Excuse me ok, I watched my first World Cup programme in somewhere primary 4 or 5, dah lupa. But I know the players ok??? I look like a nerd but I know THINGS, ya know~!

Then, I seldom talk about me playing DOTA. When I spoke I wanna DOTA... Again, they stared at me:

'You play de meh?'
'I thought you play FB games only.'
'Sure noob de.'
'Gamespoiler.'



*sigh*

I know my face looks serious, nerdy, no-fun type, but HEY, listen, just effing LISTEN, I do play DOTA, I watch FIFA, I watch Thomas, I watch Olympics, I play barbiedolls (joke). So why don't you put down your assumptions on me being a good boy, 'guai guai zai' forever?

When I said I am hanging out with friends, they are like:

'Your mom let you out ah?'
'Hang out with you also don't know do what.'
'You shop de meh? I thought you hide in bookstores...'




*sigh*


Dear God, I am not anti-social OK? Just sometimes the places you all go are ridiculous to me, especially the timing, then only I reject.


The equation: [no outing]+[serious]+[nerd] = [super nerd]


DOES NOT apply to me.


And hey, I don't really like studying, ya know! I am just an ordinary guy! ==

Thanks
Love you
See you
Bye~

Sunday, December 12, 2010

~Enya~


I think most Westerners know her. I got a hit with her since I was only FOUR. No. I wasn't, am not, and will NOT be her FANS, if that's what you are thinking. I just love her lyrics, which, sadly, seldom written by her, but by Roma Ryan.


Okay, cutting and blasting off the craps, she is a singer. She sang the songs you heard in my blog: ONLY TIME and the rest of it.


She is Irish-Gaelic. (Yeah, I know some words in Irish-Gaelic). She sings songs in French, Latin, Spanish, English, Japanese and, of course, Irish-Gaelic, and even the language invented by JRR Tolkein in his Lord of the Rings' Middle Earth universe: Quenya.


Shit, I am like, writing a novel here on my blog again. Just can't stop crapping...


Anyway, I like her songs because she made me thought a lot and be a very 'emotional stable' (which, unless, unfortunately, if you tend to creep up my nerves, I can be very volatile)


These are some lyrics I love:


You know when you give your love away
It opens your heart
everything is new
And you know time will always find a way
to let your heart believe it's true


You know love is everything you say
A whisper, a word,
promises you give
You feel it in the heartbeat of the day
You know this is the way love is...


Here you can see that how true love is. It's everything in truth and faith... it's from Amarantine.




A moment lost, forever gone
can never be again
so know how much it means to me
all you said
all you gave
all your love to me


This is how I felt when I lost my friend due to petty arguments and misunderstanding. Even though I manage to seal up the cracks last two years, the scar is still there. It's from A Moment Lost...




When there's a journey, you follow the star
When there's an ocean, you sail from afar
And for the broken hearts, there is the sky
and for tomorrow are those who can fly


Yeah, this motivates me when I meet a ultimate failure. In short, where there's a will, there's a way. It suits it. It tells us to be optimistic... Super love this from Only If...




I walk the maze of moments
and everywhere I turn to
begins a new beginning
but never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
and there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know:


You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is...


Yeah, this is another optimistic song to learn from. I can say that, every choice you made, it's a beginning, nothing is the end. If you let your friend go alone, he/she will be lost forever, if you go alone, you will lost your way without his/her help. If both of you plan to stay and not moving, you are not worming through your life. From Anywhere Is.



I remembered I made several friends from Poi Lam and NS to love the songs. It became a HUGE HIT.


You know why you never heard of her? Because she NEVER opens a concert, rarely meet people. And YET, she can sell MILLIONS of copies worldwide.


Sorry, if you think I am a guy, and should listen to POP and ROCK. You are an ultimate failure. I want songs that inspire, not about Love, Love and LOVE.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Quirky names

People ask me a lot on how I name my novel or story characters. Names like Alaris, Vohne, Kustaz and so on... I shrug at that question. Naming things, especially quirky names, is like my true nature.

Let's see what I have named since I was a child:

KUKULELE (pronounced as 'koo-koo-leh-leh')
It is a fixing toy bricks, with equal sides, equal height and equal width. A cube. For me, it sounds like 'squaredy square square', by naming it as such.

BINGBONG-HIHI (pronounced as 'beeng-bohng-hai-hai')
Guess what, it is a road bump! Bonggol jalan! Know why I name like such? Go feel it in the car as it ram over the 'bingbong-hihi'. It feels BING (first pair of wheels hit up), then BONG (as the 1st pair of wheels touch the tar again), then HI (2nd pair of wheels hit up) and finally, HI (as the 2nd pair of wheels touch the tar again).

ABULILA (pronounced as 'ah-boo-lee-laah')
Heaven knows why I called it as such. It is the 'mango tree', you know, those Malay wedding or special event, those girls would carry a pole with bright sparkling filaments like a coconut tree thingy. Till now, I am figuring out why I name it like this.

LONGLONG (pronounced as 'long-long')
It is yet another fixing toys. It is very long, in fact, the longest fixing toys unit. About 6 spots long, and only 1 spot wide. KUKULELE is 2 spots wide and 2 spots long.

BICKBICK (pronounced as 'beek-beek')
Another fixing toys unit. It is 4 spots long and 2 spots wide (you can achieve that by placing 2 KUKULELE together). I think I know why I name this. It is big and fat, as well as it looks like a brick. Hence... BICKBICK.

STOMACHBURST (you know how to pronounce this!)
Ha, bet you all don't know what this is! It is actually a food colouring. Go buy one and see. The red cap glass bottle. You know why I call it like this? Because you look at its symbol. It's a combination of different-sized stars of blue, red and gold stacking on top of each other. I remembered mum used to say cannot it 'raw', or your stomach aches. There is a starburst warning of STOMACHBURST, I guess!

Being Childish


Being childish is C*U*T*E, sometimes innocent...
...,,,,,,,
\(*o*)/
...(O)
...^ ^


Although I am a little bit mature-looking (Oops!), I tend to have some childish moments. Maybe it is in my gene (yeah, blame the gene, eh) or maybe I am just too young to be mature at all (*giggle*)


I remembered once, I asked my mum about how she met dad. You know, it's kinda strange: mum stays in Kedah, while dad stays in Perak, a 2-hour distance between both of them. Trust me, it is still a mystery till present day.


Me: 'Mi, how you and papa found each other?'

Mum: 'Erm....... (thinking)'

Me: 'Actually I know already!'

Mum: 'You do? But I havent'...'

Me: 'Because arh, you call popo (her mother) "Ah Mak" and papa called mama (his mother) "Ah Mak". So since both of you also call each other's mother "Ah Mak", then you are viable to be my papa and mama!"


Mum: (stared at me, speechless, gestureless)



Another instance:


Me: 'Mi~~~ I am hungry!'

Mum: 'I don't have anything for you to eat.'

Me: 'Really?'

Mum: 'Well, there is one. Inside the Vitalite tupperware. There's a cookie.'

Me: 'I want! I want!'

Mum: 'But I thought you hated that cookie?'

Me: 'Is it p... ' (I was about to ask peanut cookie because I thought as long as something called 'cookie' it is a peanut cookie)

Mum: 'Nah, here it is.'

Me: (Open up, *Gasp*) 'I don't want!'

Mum: 'Why?'

Me: Because it looks very ugly! Sure not tasty!'


BOOM!!!!!! Mum was stupefied.

Actually that cookie was a tau sa piah.



Thursday, December 9, 2010

Footprints in the heart


People come and go... suddenly I feel like I have no sense of belonging. No belongingness, according to the hierarchy of Maslow.


Kesian...~~~


Well, I had once a gang. The animal gang, with orangutan, japanese monkey, chicken cock, swallow, ripe mosquito, and... erm... 'one bowl of noodles'. Then, after finishing our SPM, everyone flew to different directions.


NS, I mixed with at least 4 different gangs, but never joined any one of them.


Uni. Foundation, I have mixed more than 6 different gangs, Still I didn't plan to join.


Sakai group la, boyfriend group la, clubbing group, music group, Neamhus group, tutors group, girls group..... and so on~~~~~


Although going out to eat together is a difficulty, because they have their own group, but I still am happy. I am happy I walk in their lives and leave footprints in their hearts. I want people to know that, I care and I like and I love.


You all are the best!


Fill in the blank

It all started in TA 20, 2009, Semester One of Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman's Foundation in Arts.


While Edward de Bono says, the middle finger means respect. Me, Nurul http://princessrocknradical.blogspot.com/, and the others, began to show some respect all around in our secondary school. Yeah, you know what I meant. 'Flipping the bird' , kononnya.


Not this cutie little BIRD, idiot!

Then, my sakai friends told me, instead of being rude by flipping the bird around, especially girls who flip them (did I mention sakai?), they invent a sign language, kononnya 'Fill in the blank' and at the same time showing a gesture.

The gesture is simple: Spread out all fingers, but keep the middle finger closed. That's it. Show it and say 'Fill in the blank lah!'. It means you are still showing a respect but in an inverted way, asking people to fill in the 'blank'...



Now, my music band, the Neamhus seems to be fond of this. Everywhere we go, we show some res...., oops, no, we fill in the blanks!

Photogenic. MALE vs FEMALE


PHOTOGENIC: Appearing aesthetically or physically attractive in photos.


Mind those '---ally' words. Don't argue about 'chemically' attractive, or even 'biologically' attractive. It's just a pack of nonsense words joined together to create a very formal and technical meaning. Yup, the sentence in pink is a very good example.


Open up my browser >>> enter Facebook >>> Sees a picture >>> XXX has just changed his/her profile picture >>> *click* >>> nothing special >>> *sigh*


OMG.


All I am trying to say is, or ask is, why FEMALE has more photos than MALE?

Examples:

C...... C... 271 photos

A.... L...... 393 photos

S... M.. 617 photos

P.... W..... 1797 photos!!!!


L... S.... 136 photos

C.... H.. 204 photos

G... H... 311 photos

H... H... 746 photos!!!


Why? Why does this happen?

If girls wanna show off their faces, but why don't boys only have 2 or 3 photos? Unless they want to show off as well!







I don' have much photos on my Facebook. I just don't understand why. I feel like, erm, ONE photo is enough for me... unless there is another special moment which I need to 'commemorate'.


But, the one with 1797 photos!!??? Maybe I can spell it out to let you all see how much is 1797:

One thousand seven hundred and ninety-seven.

Seribu tujuh ratus sembilan puluh tujuh!!!


What about me?

145 photos ONLY

One hundred and forty-five

Seratus empat puluh lima


Go use a ruler and measure both statements. See the difference!

The first photo ever captured with the MIDDLE FINGER.

Find out which one of them! XD

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Doofus

I saw a post from Facebook. I am not plagiarising, but sharing.

True or not, just 'enjoy' it:

(The 'I' in the story does not refer to the author)

I saw a lightbulb wrapper in England, noting: 'DO NOT PLACE IN MOUTH. I was thinking: Doofus! Who would put a lightbulb in a mouth! and I laugh it off...

Later, I went to my friend's house to have a chitchat. Then I talked about this matter. My friend turned serious, he said, 'It's true I tell you. We all learn that in school. Placing a lightbulb in the mouth will get stuck!'

I said, 'The lightbulb has smooth surface. It's impossible it will stuck in anyone's mouth! If your mouth is big enough, it can enter and exit at will!'

He argued, 'It is true, I tell you!'

And we argued...

To prove I was right and he was wrong, especially I had a curiousity of a scientist, I went to take a lightbulb and try it at home. Of course, I had prepared some safety precautions: a bottle of olive oil. In case it really got stucked, I could still lubricate my mouth and pull it out.

Slowly, I put the lightbulb in my mouth. I thought, that was easy! Later, I can just take it out like how I put it in!

Doofus fool friend! Look how I take it out!...

... oops, looked tougher that it was... never mind, just a little extra energy...

...

...

Argh, just opened my mouth wide enough for the lightbulb to slip out...

...

...

OMFG! It really got stucked! I quickly poured the oil in my mouth to lubricate it... and once again, pull it out with my wide opened mouth...

...

...

30 minutes later... I had swallowed three quarters of the oil but it still got stucked!

I picked up the telephone and rang the hospital. But I stopped before dialing the last number. How to speak when the lightbulb was in my mouth?

Argh!!!

I ran out and asked for help. My neighbour laughed till she couldn't trim her weeds in the lawn properly. I was cursing her in my heart, but I still wrote a message 'Call the taxi and take me to the hospital!'

She apologised for her laughter (she was still giggling) and helped me into a taxi.

The taxi driver burst into laughter when he saw my face like I was swallowing a goldfish. He kept asking me why I did so. You DOOFUS! How was I going to reply you with a lightbulb in my mouth?

...

In the hospital, I was scolded by a dozen or so nurses for wasting their time and my foolishness. And of course, patients there were staring at me in surprise and laughing their asses off.

My face went red...

The doctor finally took out the pieces of the lightbulb after bursting it. He was careful not to cut my tongue by placing cotton pads in my mouth. He lectured me for my foolish acts and told me to tell everyone in the world, NOT TO PUT A LIGHTBULB IN A MOUTH.

My mouth was swollen, but I still managed to nod and thank him.

As I walked out of the hospital door, everyone was looking at me. I was so embarrassed. I never gonna be that Doofus anymore! Thinking awhile back, I was indeed the doofus, not my friend.... If only I had...

There was a man at the hospital door, he was my taxi driver...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

There was a lightbulb in his mouth.........

~END~

Monday, December 6, 2010

Trinity Guildhall Awards and Concert 2010

I am glad to help there. Thanks to my teacher, Ms Wong Soo-Sein, I have my time to expose myself to the National Office of Trinity Guildhall School.

Ms Tai Cheah Sin, Ms Amy, Ms Wendy... everyone! Just glad to meet you all. Fonseka and Dr Kirsty, as well as Mr David G Robinson, please to meet you all. Love your humour, doctor! David, please get well. It hurts me so much to see you walking in much difficulties.

Great grand piano you got there, Mr Henry Chan!

Oh yeah, Cheah Sin, thanks for your compliment on my bro and I's duet 'Empress of the Pagodas' as well as our souvenirs! Haha!

To all parents and teachers, sorry if I didn't escort you all nicely to the hall, because I was super busy with the booklets. (Blame the National Manager though!)

Yup, it's U-Jin who came late, that manager... made us so rush... but thank god ,we are through!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Pudar (Rossa)

Ku rasakan pudar dalam hatiku
Rasa cinta yang ada untuk diriku
Ku lelah dan yang semua yang ada
Inginku lepas semua~~

Setan hati untuk bicara
bagaimana kalau ku selingkuh saja
Ku punya banyak teman lelaki
Seperti ku kan bahagia

Mestinya kau car pengganti diriku saja
kerana kita sudah tak saling bicara
Pastikan cerita tentang yang telah lalu
Hanya ada dalam ingatan hatimu

Maafkan aku jika kau kecewa
cintamu bukanlah untuk diriku
Jika memang semua kan jadi cerita
Ku tau kau semakin terluka

Quotations

I am feeling a bit better already... By the way, I've heard my friend compiling his friends' quotations. So, here I am, citing your FAVOURITE quotations, guess which is yours!

  1. 真的啦!
  2. 快点叫我美女!
  3. 够了没有!?or 'shy shy jek'
  4. Abang!
  5. Min Zhi......................................... (撒娇中)
  6. Waliaoooooo.................!
  7. Wahseh!
  8. OMG!
  9. 冷静点,年轻人
  10. MZ arrrrr......
  11. Encik Tembikai..
  12. Namewee..!!!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Sick | Owe

1st of December, I've fallen sick, officially. Nice eh? I wasn't sick till my younger bro caught a disease. I guess I have made him well by making myself sick. LOLx.

Trinity College London Award Ceremony will be held soon and I am performing. Please, God, let me heal faster...

I think I have caught a disease I fear most: 瞌睡病. OK, I am not that sure about that name, because it was given by Zi Han when I was primary 6. I will describe the symptoms, though.

Super sleepy
Lazy to move
Eyes are heavy but mind is clear
Headaches
Can puasa for days
Prefer bed over others

It's suffering. But what can I do?

I haven't taken a meal for one whole day till I specially made a request of Ji Xuan to bring me porridge. Hot porridge. Nice.

I guess I owe her one. Next time if possible, I will da-bao for her too. And repay the 50cents I still owe her just now.

50 cents eh...?

I remember I still owe Zi Han 5 cents since primary 6. If using depreciation and inflation method, I am not sure the value still has the value of 1 cent, though.

Haiz, sleepy... Next day course registration and HAVE to go to school for lesson and tips.
How to go? Class at 2pm, registration also the same. PLUS I am sick...

Tolong ar tolong....