First off, I'm sorry for always being 'Missing in Action' these days. For those of you kind people who are still sticking around this blog for updates, thank you, and here's one for you. =P
You know how when someone gets bruises, then you put ice on the bruises? Well, me being the clumsy oaf that I am, had to reverse it. Ice first, then bruises. If you haven't figured out yet, I went skating yesterday. Was something impromptu since classes were canceled and we had a big chunk of the whole day off. Our last class ended at 1pm and so we grabbed some lunch and zoomed off to Sunway. The whole journey would have not taken so long if we hadn't had to wait so long for the bus to come. How ironic that the name of that particular bus company is 'Rapid'.
Anyway, we went there in blissful oblivion that it was now the school holidays, so besides having to pay more, we had to share the rink with the holiday crowd. Now, I know close to nothing about skating, I mean, I'm the girl who literally trips over her own feet...skating? Laughable. But then, it's a new year and I've made resolutions to be different and more daring so I thought, heck, I'd give it a shot. I mean how hard could walking on ice be ya?
Oh man, I.was.so.wrong! The moment I stepped into the rink, my feet refused to listen to my brain with wanton abundance. I had to grab on to the side bar and hang on for dear life. Dear me, it's like being in a whole world where friction ceases to exist and you find your feet jelly-ing away ahead of you. The fact that only one friend knew how to skate amongst us didn't help matters at all.
As a conclusion, I traveled halfway across the state, paid pretty good money and spent so much time playing the waiting game just to find out that my legs could be the most stubborn things, fall down, make a mighty fool of myself and whine like a baby after it all. As expected, new skaters would fall down, but then me being me, I couldn't get up after that. And as if falling down not so tenderly on my derriere wasn't bad enough, my friends, being beginners themselves couldn't help me up and I was struggling and falling again and again, consequently, I had to have a 10 year old boy help me up and then telling me in this very adult voice "Next time kneel first!" To add to all that mortification, after I managed to drag myself up, a little girl of about 6 years old tapped me and said "Jie jie, nah" and offered me her hand. Oh Gawd, I so wanted to clobber myself, I just smiled at her, declined, said thank you and prayed fervently to God that I wouldn't fall again.
At the end of the day, I can't say I left empty-handed, I got to take back some interesting souvenirs. I've always said I wanted a tattoo so I guess God decided to grant me my wish since I now have pretty colourful bruises in various places so i can forget about wearing skirts and shorts for the time being. Hah, be careful what you wish for. Something tells me my right arm is going to be rendered useless pretty soon and it hurts to sit without a soft cushion right now.
All in all, given the opportunity, I would do it all again. I'm determined to at least learn how to skate. The next time I go, I'm gonna go with someone who knows how to skate. Then at least I wouldn't have only the side-bar as a consoling friend.
There are more updates coming soon, but I think that's all for now. I need to go lick my wounds. Or salve them. Whichever suits you best. Toodles!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Late Night Ramblings
Reading other people's blogs makes me dawn upon this realization that 'perfect' doesn't exist. If you think your life is far from perfect and your neighbour's life is everything you want it to be, then I suggest you pull the reins on that thought and take a closer look. We always wish we had what others we deem 'lucky' have. A commoner envies the fame and recognition of those who bask in the spotlight and adoration of others while those who never seem to escape the glare of fame envy the common man's indulgent privacy.
The transition from girlhood to teenagehood has been an eye-opener for me. The eternal pessimist would live by the philosophy that if one has low expectations than one would also have low chances of dissapointments. This blogger happens to be a cynic masquerading as an optimist so I shall say that if one has no goals, then how can one better oneself? Of one has no dreams, then how can one achieve dreams come true? I have dreams. Lots of them. But in time, I stopped believing in them. That's what that phase so loosely termed growing up does to you. Somewhere along the line, you just stop believing.
I'm a month shy from being nineteen. Young, in some eyes. Maybe I'm not as 'wise' or world-weary as I seem to think myself to be. Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much time in the company of jaded people. Have you ever had that tendency to just run away sometimes? Just let go and run. Run and run and never stop. Never look back. But then that's not what we can do in life. We have responsibilities to fulfill, those invisible bonds with steely unrelenting vices that bind us and ground us even in our rebellion.
There's really no such thing as the perfect life. There's the perfect moment, the perfect second, maybe even stretch it to the perfect day, but there's no such thing as the perfect life. MAybe that's why we all crave for a piece of heaven now and then.
The transition from girlhood to teenagehood has been an eye-opener for me. The eternal pessimist would live by the philosophy that if one has low expectations than one would also have low chances of dissapointments. This blogger happens to be a cynic masquerading as an optimist so I shall say that if one has no goals, then how can one better oneself? Of one has no dreams, then how can one achieve dreams come true? I have dreams. Lots of them. But in time, I stopped believing in them. That's what that phase so loosely termed growing up does to you. Somewhere along the line, you just stop believing.
I'm a month shy from being nineteen. Young, in some eyes. Maybe I'm not as 'wise' or world-weary as I seem to think myself to be. Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much time in the company of jaded people. Have you ever had that tendency to just run away sometimes? Just let go and run. Run and run and never stop. Never look back. But then that's not what we can do in life. We have responsibilities to fulfill, those invisible bonds with steely unrelenting vices that bind us and ground us even in our rebellion.
There's really no such thing as the perfect life. There's the perfect moment, the perfect second, maybe even stretch it to the perfect day, but there's no such thing as the perfect life. MAybe that's why we all crave for a piece of heaven now and then.
Monday, May 14, 2007
A little story
I was bored and inanimate one day, when Bunny came up with a story to fill in the gaping mouth of silence. I've decided to post this story up to share, and to immortalize it in my memory bank. So, here goes
He asked where is he and asked how to get out. The little weird guy with the pointy ears introducd himself as Kino, and he is now in the Minikin village, he told him they are called Minikins, he told Roger they found him on the tree and it is dangerous coz the Evilflies will catch him if they find him. Roger laughed. He said there are no such things and asked the Minikins how to get out, the Minikins asked him not to leave but he said, nothing can scare me, Evilflies? Never heard of them. The Minikins can do nothing but direct him out. Once outside, Roger was feeling strange, he realized everything was different, no trees but big tall bushes. He walked and walked and then he felt the ground shaking. Suddenly a group of giant ants with black like creatures with wings riding on them was marching towards him, he thought, giant ants? It can’t be, but he was so afraid, he ran.
Then the black creature on the ants spotted him and said to his friends, catch that creature. Roger ran faster and faster but the ants were just too fast. Suddenly Kino the Minikin appear from the ground and called Roger, here boy, Roger ran into the hole in the ground and hid. Roger asked Kino what are those and Kino said the black creature with wings are the Evilflies, they have wings but can’t fly, They are evil and they forced the ants to be their slaves. Kino told Roger that the Evilflies and the Minikins have been enemies for centuries.
At the Minikin village, he learnt how to work with others and made many new friends. Roger told Kino that he didn’t have any friends before he came here. Kino asked why and Roger said it’z coz he was selfish, all he thought about was himself. Roger continued and said that if he really gets back to his world, he will change. Kino smiled ans said good for him.
The night was drawing near. Kino said that the Evilflies are most aggressive at night and will try to destroy the Minikins village. The Minikins were busy setting everything to be prepared if the Miniflies were to attack. That night the Evilflies really did attack and the Minikins were all captured. Including Roger.
Roger was not a Minikin so he was brought to the Evilflies King. He asked Roger what is his origin. Roger told him but the King had never heard of such a thing before. Roger asked why do the Evilflies want to conquer everything? The King answered coz they do it for fun. The King was angry that Roger questioned him and Roger was sent back to the cell with the rest of the slaves.
At the cell not only the slave ants were there but others like the beetles and other creatures were there too. Roger and the Minikins talked to the other creatures and together devised a plan to free everyone. The next morning when the Evilflies came and open the cell to force them into slavery, they rushed out. All the creatures worked together to defeat the Evilflies. Soon they won. Even they Fireflies King was captured. All the creatures were happy and shouted kill the Evilflies. Then Roger and the Minikin persuaded the creatures not to do so but release them in harmony. The King was touched and promised never again to do evil anymore. The Evilflies were released and they never again bully the others but lived in harmony together. Roger was happy but he missed home. One night while Roger was looking up at the stars, he slept. He woke up realizing that he was back on the tree he once was on. It was only a dream. Suddenlly there was a bright light, a voice saying, “Son, you have grown up, never again be selfish but love and care for others” The light went away. Roger knew it was God. Suddenly he saw light and heard his parents’ voice. Back at school, Roger changed and made many good friends. The end.
After all that hardcore criminology, mythology, detective, murder books I've been diligently devouring, this story was so cute I couldn't help smiling. Zooms me back to those days when things were so much simpler. Might not be Pulitzer Prize material to some of you, but then it was one of the best light story I've ever read simply because the gesture itself spoke volumes.... By the way, the entire bulk of the story was sent through SMS. Imagine that. So sweet can? =P
There was once a little boy named Roger. One day he was walking in the forest and he got lost. He walked deeper and deeper. He was tired so he looked for a place to rest. He found a tree and climbed up onto one of the branches. He soon fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in a tent, surrounded by little people with pointy ears and funny looking faces.
He asked where is he and asked how to get out. The little weird guy with the pointy ears introducd himself as Kino, and he is now in the Minikin village, he told him they are called Minikins, he told Roger they found him on the tree and it is dangerous coz the Evilflies will catch him if they find him. Roger laughed. He said there are no such things and asked the Minikins how to get out, the Minikins asked him not to leave but he said, nothing can scare me, Evilflies? Never heard of them. The Minikins can do nothing but direct him out. Once outside, Roger was feeling strange, he realized everything was different, no trees but big tall bushes. He walked and walked and then he felt the ground shaking. Suddenly a group of giant ants with black like creatures with wings riding on them was marching towards him, he thought, giant ants? It can’t be, but he was so afraid, he ran.
Then the black creature on the ants spotted him and said to his friends, catch that creature. Roger ran faster and faster but the ants were just too fast. Suddenly Kino the Minikin appear from the ground and called Roger, here boy, Roger ran into the hole in the ground and hid. Roger asked Kino what are those and Kino said the black creature with wings are the Evilflies, they have wings but can’t fly, They are evil and they forced the ants to be their slaves. Kino told Roger that the Evilflies and the Minikins have been enemies for centuries.
At the Minikin village, he learnt how to work with others and made many new friends. Roger told Kino that he didn’t have any friends before he came here. Kino asked why and Roger said it’z coz he was selfish, all he thought about was himself. Roger continued and said that if he really gets back to his world, he will change. Kino smiled ans said good for him.
The night was drawing near. Kino said that the Evilflies are most aggressive at night and will try to destroy the Minikins village. The Minikins were busy setting everything to be prepared if the Miniflies were to attack. That night the Evilflies really did attack and the Minikins were all captured. Including Roger.
Roger was not a Minikin so he was brought to the Evilflies King. He asked Roger what is his origin. Roger told him but the King had never heard of such a thing before. Roger asked why do the Evilflies want to conquer everything? The King answered coz they do it for fun. The King was angry that Roger questioned him and Roger was sent back to the cell with the rest of the slaves.
At the cell not only the slave ants were there but others like the beetles and other creatures were there too. Roger and the Minikins talked to the other creatures and together devised a plan to free everyone. The next morning when the Evilflies came and open the cell to force them into slavery, they rushed out. All the creatures worked together to defeat the Evilflies. Soon they won. Even they Fireflies King was captured. All the creatures were happy and shouted kill the Evilflies. Then Roger and the Minikin persuaded the creatures not to do so but release them in harmony. The King was touched and promised never again to do evil anymore. The Evilflies were released and they never again bully the others but lived in harmony together. Roger was happy but he missed home. One night while Roger was looking up at the stars, he slept. He woke up realizing that he was back on the tree he once was on. It was only a dream. Suddenlly there was a bright light, a voice saying, “Son, you have grown up, never again be selfish but love and care for others” The light went away. Roger knew it was God. Suddenly he saw light and heard his parents’ voice. Back at school, Roger changed and made many good friends. The end.
After all that hardcore criminology, mythology, detective, murder books I've been diligently devouring, this story was so cute I couldn't help smiling. Zooms me back to those days when things were so much simpler. Might not be Pulitzer Prize material to some of you, but then it was one of the best light story I've ever read simply because the gesture itself spoke volumes.... By the way, the entire bulk of the story was sent through SMS. Imagine that. So sweet can? =P
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. ~William Makepeace Thackeray
Image taken from www.digitalplayboy.co.uk
Image taken from www.digitalplayboy.co.ukToday’s a very special day dedicated to……the bane of sleeping late into the day, the superhero who tramples your fears and turns them into putty, the queen of that little kingdom called home, and the star of this day….mummy!
I planned to write a long, lengthy post in accordance with this very special day, but then I find myself at a lost for words. No great post can depict your love and your sacrifices. I admit, I haven’t exactly been the greatest daughter on earth and I have done things to cause you pain, either consciously or inadvertently.
My mother, zany, cool, and I quote, “Forever 21” is the bright spark of my life. My fashion critique who also moonlights as my fashion consultant and fellow shoe lover, who fed me bits of fashion sense together with my daily vitamins. Not many girls would trust their mothers to advice them on fashion but my mother, coupled with my very capable brother, make a perfect team.
At most times, you are my trusty but ‘blur’ partner in crime, insomnia chat partner, who more often than not dozes of midway, my video serial watching comrade, life strategist, fellow impulsive shopper, and the jolly contributor to the delicious murder of my waistline.
No words would be enough to write about your influence in my life, no post will be lengthy enough to picture your sacrifices so here’s a little gesture of mine to show my appreciation to you on this special day. Mother’s Day can be everyday but for once I shall do as everyone else does. This post, is dedicated specially to you.
4 words to describe you – One of a kind
3 words I would like to say to you – I love you
2 words to describe your love – Unchanging forever
One word to describe the bestest person to light up my day..Mummy
Happy Mother’s Day
Monday, May 07, 2007
An Update!
Ah yes, it's the return of the prodigal blogger. For those of you who are entertaining notions that this erratic blogger has somehow dropped off the face of the earth, here's a little update just to keep this blog respirating. :P It's almost a month since the last time I actually blogged anything. Haha, I haven't exactly been busy doing anything substantial and it's now the second week of my sem break. Phew, I'll be starting my second year in less than 3 weeks time. How fast time flies !
I've been up to a few things these past few days. I baked a simple butter cake, slept till the afternoon sun ‘baked’ me up, played a convincing housewifey role of sitting in front of the tv ruining my eyes and retarding my brains with Canto, Korean and English serials, and the crème de la crème of indulgences..…… stuffed myself silly with good ole hometown food while watching my imaginary diet sprout wings and take off for Neverland. Thank God my recent orthodontic trip put a minute stop to this gastronomical indulgences and my choices of food are now limited to mushy soft dishes which are pretty nasty to the tastebuds but friendly to the waistline.
On to another topic, was having lunch with Daddy Mummy Chia, and Baby Chia in some coffeeshop which was supposed to have the best chicken rice and curry noodles yesterday when the baby at the table next to ours started wailing at the top of her tiny voicebox. Now, babies are adorable little creatures when all they do is giggle and scamper about angelically but the moment they start wailing…whoa! Gone is the innocent little angel and in place comes this little red faced banshee with Napolean’s iron-willed determination to get whatever his or her pretty little mind wants. They thrash their legs about in the air and cling pathetically to the first available surface and refuse to budge, all so they can ‘punish’ mummy and daddy for not fulfilling their wants. Anyway, while watching the above-mentioned feisty kid, I was wondering whether I was ever that obnoxious as a kid myself. Wonder what my parents did… Are all kids born that way? Haha
I’ve been ogling at pretty candies on the net. I have a soft spot for candies and packaging. I’m more drawn to the colours and shapes than the taste itself. I’m famed for getting lotsa candies of different flavours and then depositing the whole lot of them onto other people. For those of you who are interested, you might wanna check this out.
With that, I'm gonna nurse my sugar deprived soul with some chocs. Au revoir!
I've been up to a few things these past few days. I baked a simple butter cake, slept till the afternoon sun ‘baked’ me up, played a convincing housewifey role of sitting in front of the tv ruining my eyes and retarding my brains with Canto, Korean and English serials, and the crème de la crème of indulgences..…… stuffed myself silly with good ole hometown food while watching my imaginary diet sprout wings and take off for Neverland. Thank God my recent orthodontic trip put a minute stop to this gastronomical indulgences and my choices of food are now limited to mushy soft dishes which are pretty nasty to the tastebuds but friendly to the waistline.
On to another topic, was having lunch with Daddy Mummy Chia, and Baby Chia in some coffeeshop which was supposed to have the best chicken rice and curry noodles yesterday when the baby at the table next to ours started wailing at the top of her tiny voicebox. Now, babies are adorable little creatures when all they do is giggle and scamper about angelically but the moment they start wailing…whoa! Gone is the innocent little angel and in place comes this little red faced banshee with Napolean’s iron-willed determination to get whatever his or her pretty little mind wants. They thrash their legs about in the air and cling pathetically to the first available surface and refuse to budge, all so they can ‘punish’ mummy and daddy for not fulfilling their wants. Anyway, while watching the above-mentioned feisty kid, I was wondering whether I was ever that obnoxious as a kid myself. Wonder what my parents did… Are all kids born that way? Haha
I’ve been ogling at pretty candies on the net. I have a soft spot for candies and packaging. I’m more drawn to the colours and shapes than the taste itself. I’m famed for getting lotsa candies of different flavours and then depositing the whole lot of them onto other people. For those of you who are interested, you might wanna check this out.
With that, I'm gonna nurse my sugar deprived soul with some chocs. Au revoir!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Aimless wants
I had a pretty busy day today. By busy I mean a day full of classes, ending with a whopping maths test. And to top it all off, my hands were shaking throughout the friggin test. Well, nerves did play a part in it since I suddenly forgot simply things, but then the majority of the shakiness came from inadequate food. Haha, but then again, that would be my fault too. I do hope I did okay in it.
Anyway, I’ve been telling people that I want a puppy. Well it’s true. This blogger yearns for a silly, clumsy, goofy ball of fluff to pamper, spoil and cuddle. I miss having a puppy at home. Not that I don’t have any affection for my rojak-ed Alsation at home, (to soothe his ego we always refer to him as a German Shepard but in truth I doubt he is one, he has a really feminine face) But nonetheless, the clown looks ferocious on the outside but he really is a goon to the family. And a bribe-able sport too.
On to another topic. These days my arms are so tanned that if you compare them to erm…other parts of me, I look as if I’ve had an arm transplant and someone else’s arms had been sewn to my sockets. Yikes! For the life of me I have not an iota of an idea how I got so tanned. It’s not as if I’ve been spending my days soaking up the sun in the Bahamas or some other Caribbean dream island. Truth is I’ve been hiding under the umbrella as if my very life depends on the shade. Haha
Alright, my inane-o-meter says I’ve reached the maximum mark so I’m gonna log off now. Tata!
Anyway, I’ve been telling people that I want a puppy. Well it’s true. This blogger yearns for a silly, clumsy, goofy ball of fluff to pamper, spoil and cuddle. I miss having a puppy at home. Not that I don’t have any affection for my rojak-ed Alsation at home, (to soothe his ego we always refer to him as a German Shepard but in truth I doubt he is one, he has a really feminine face) But nonetheless, the clown looks ferocious on the outside but he really is a goon to the family. And a bribe-able sport too.
On to another topic. These days my arms are so tanned that if you compare them to erm…other parts of me, I look as if I’ve had an arm transplant and someone else’s arms had been sewn to my sockets. Yikes! For the life of me I have not an iota of an idea how I got so tanned. It’s not as if I’ve been spending my days soaking up the sun in the Bahamas or some other Caribbean dream island. Truth is I’ve been hiding under the umbrella as if my very life depends on the shade. Haha
Alright, my inane-o-meter says I’ve reached the maximum mark so I’m gonna log off now. Tata!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Baptism
It's Easter today ! Normally easter brings to mind images of fluffy bunnies, and colourful easter eggs. To those who don't really know the meaning of Easter, it's just a holiday. But to Christians, Easter is a day which brings hope and salvation. More than 2000 years ago, Jesus was crucified on the cross for us. It was His blood that washed away our sins and given a chance at eternal life.
This Easter, I was finally baptised. It's a joyful event, one that brought me peace of mind. Baptism means to be born again. A new person. The death of the old soul and the birth of a new, cleansed one. It's a symbolic meaning of having lived with Christ, died with Christ, buried with Christ and then to arise again.
Anyway, this is just a short blog entry to shout out to the world about my baptism. Finally.
And with that,
Adieu !
This Easter, I was finally baptised. It's a joyful event, one that brought me peace of mind. Baptism means to be born again. A new person. The death of the old soul and the birth of a new, cleansed one. It's a symbolic meaning of having lived with Christ, died with Christ, buried with Christ and then to arise again.
Anyway, this is just a short blog entry to shout out to the world about my baptism. Finally.
And with that,
Adieu !
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Insomnia laden revelation
It’s way past my bedtime right now but I’ve just had an awesome time with Josh and right now a plethora of things are running through my mind. It was an enlightening heart to heart talk between two siblings over cheese, crackers, choc chip cookies and tepid tea. A late night snack couldn’t have been any better. We chatted over a vast variety of subjects. Things I never thought my baby brother would know about. From religion to insecurity complexes to gals and guys.
I realized I miss those late night chats we used to have. I miss sharing a secret joke with him. Just the both of us. I miss watching inane cartoons, lying on our tummies on the bed, coming back from school and doing homework together and then catching an afternoon nap before rushing off to tuition. From tranquil lazy mornings to senseless squabbles over who gets to hog the mirror, who spends more time in the toilet and who has to finish the last piece of chicken, I miss that sibling-blood-bonding thing we so flagrantly took for granted.
My brother would make an absolutely superb boyfriend/partner/husband. I’ve always known that but it was even more obvious tonight when he opened up to me. A great listener, a rational mind, a sweet heart. For someone his age, he exhibits a maturity that would make any sister proud. I might be viewed as a little biased saying this but he has an inexplicable way about him, an innate charm which just draws people to him. It’s an honour being your sis. And lil bro, don’t fret, if any girl is daft enough not to realize the hidden gem you are, then they’re not worth your time. To quote yourself, there are many other fishes in the ocean.
P/s: This goes to someone. I miss you. I want to see you so much that I literally cringe internally at the very thought. The desire and longing to have you there on that day sometimes get too much to bear but yet I shall not ask you, for asking was never my nature. Asking breaks the spell. I hate the way this is affecting me. I vowed to myself never to be the clingy, clawy, whiney kinda girl and everytime I think of how this is transforming me into the latter, I feel like punching myself in the head. I'm so frustrated keeping this all in I just have to let it out. I'm such a prized nincompoop.
On that note, I’d better be off.
I realized I miss those late night chats we used to have. I miss sharing a secret joke with him. Just the both of us. I miss watching inane cartoons, lying on our tummies on the bed, coming back from school and doing homework together and then catching an afternoon nap before rushing off to tuition. From tranquil lazy mornings to senseless squabbles over who gets to hog the mirror, who spends more time in the toilet and who has to finish the last piece of chicken, I miss that sibling-blood-bonding thing we so flagrantly took for granted.
My brother would make an absolutely superb boyfriend/partner/husband. I’ve always known that but it was even more obvious tonight when he opened up to me. A great listener, a rational mind, a sweet heart. For someone his age, he exhibits a maturity that would make any sister proud. I might be viewed as a little biased saying this but he has an inexplicable way about him, an innate charm which just draws people to him. It’s an honour being your sis. And lil bro, don’t fret, if any girl is daft enough not to realize the hidden gem you are, then they’re not worth your time. To quote yourself, there are many other fishes in the ocean.
P/s: This goes to someone. I miss you. I want to see you so much that I literally cringe internally at the very thought. The desire and longing to have you there on that day sometimes get too much to bear but yet I shall not ask you, for asking was never my nature. Asking breaks the spell. I hate the way this is affecting me. I vowed to myself never to be the clingy, clawy, whiney kinda girl and everytime I think of how this is transforming me into the latter, I feel like punching myself in the head. I'm so frustrated keeping this all in I just have to let it out. I'm such a prized nincompoop.
On that note, I’d better be off.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I really can't think of an apt title....
Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away. - Hitch, the movie
This is a special shout-out to a special someone who manages to reduce me to a bubbly mass of happiness and sets my heart fluttering and executing a gleeful dance every time I see you.
It’s been swell having you as bestest friend, confidante, emotional punching bag and a shoulder to lean on. Both literally and figuratively you’ve been a relentlessly avid supporter in all I’ve done. It still amazes me how sometimes when I’m in a room packed with people the only one who catches my attention and whom I manage to focus on is you, as a sea of faces blur in my peripheral and…..it still sizzles whenever your fingers find mine.
Although at times I accuse you of not fully understanding me, deep down there’s this niggling feeling that maybe you know more about me than I do myself.
You’ve suffered the torture of late nights keeping me company just because I get inexplicable bouts of insomnia, see me making a fool of myself bawling my eyes out and not make a fuss and at most times you bring out the irrepressible, annoying kid in me and actually manage to tolerate an overload of immaturity. It’s been 9 months of giggles, long chats at night, watching time fly and I’m still crazy over you.
Happy 9th dear bunny !
This is a special shout-out to a special someone who manages to reduce me to a bubbly mass of happiness and sets my heart fluttering and executing a gleeful dance every time I see you.
It’s been swell having you as bestest friend, confidante, emotional punching bag and a shoulder to lean on. Both literally and figuratively you’ve been a relentlessly avid supporter in all I’ve done. It still amazes me how sometimes when I’m in a room packed with people the only one who catches my attention and whom I manage to focus on is you, as a sea of faces blur in my peripheral and…..it still sizzles whenever your fingers find mine.
Although at times I accuse you of not fully understanding me, deep down there’s this niggling feeling that maybe you know more about me than I do myself.
You’ve suffered the torture of late nights keeping me company just because I get inexplicable bouts of insomnia, see me making a fool of myself bawling my eyes out and not make a fuss and at most times you bring out the irrepressible, annoying kid in me and actually manage to tolerate an overload of immaturity. It’s been 9 months of giggles, long chats at night, watching time fly and I’m still crazy over you.
Happy 9th dear bunny !
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Tagged
Haha, I've been lost for a while now and I'm back to do a duty, albeit a tinge relunctantly and write this out. Well, at least I have something to blog about so no complaints there. So, here's 10 Things About Me You Probably didn't Know.
- I used to want to be a firefighter way back when I still thought fire was cool and wanted to play heroine. Now compare that to the girl who now hardly cooks because she's afraid of flames.
- I'm hopeless with things involving my motor skills. i.e : driving, operating complex machines, sports.
- I hate crying in front of people. Truth is I hate crying. Period. For example I hardly shed a tear throughout Titanic. Maybe my heart's as unyielding and cold as the iceberg that sank the ship. *shrugs*
- I can't stand it when people raise their voices. At me or at anyone else. It just unnerves me.
- I have a very very very soft spot for teddy bears. Don't ask me why for I have not a clue.
- I was given the chance to actually complete school one whole year earlier but never took the offer up. Good thing I didn't or life would have been so different. I might not have twined with the threads that colour my tapestry.
- I'm pretty obsessed with the colour black. White too. Gets on my nerve when people tell me it brings bad luck. It's just a colour. Never fails to amaze me that while the world's in the throes of great modernisation people go about believing in this. I won't condemn them as long as they keep their noses out of my business.
- I can have a razor sharp tongue when anger blinds me and all I see is red.
- I used to be a bit of a feminist.
- I used to have a rather serious thing going for Josh Groban's........voice. *insert dreamy expression here*
And that, wraps it up for this post. I shall not tag anyone specifically but those who would like to do this, I'm all eager to find out those 10 things about you. Toodles !
Monday, March 05, 2007
Nothingness
How fast time flies. My break is over. Alright, I shall not go into that area. Or that shall occupy an entirely new post. The Chinese New Year past by in a breeze. Thankfully. Maybe it's just some perverse nature in me but a part of me kinda detests festivals. They're just so draining and time consuming.
Anyway, for lack of something better to blog about, my head is now filled with visions of cute cute babies. My roomie has been filling me with stories of her very adorable nephew. All those cutesy stories are making me drool for babies to PLAY with. Ah yes, let me clarify. Other people's babies to play with. Weirdly, I have no desire to have babies of my own in the near future. I plan to enjoy at least another decade before embracing any maternal instincts. That is, if I have any :P
I'm currently wishing that at least someone in the family would get hitched soon and get babies :P Okay, this has been a dumb rambling post. A by-product of that thing called boredom.
Anyway, for lack of something better to blog about, my head is now filled with visions of cute cute babies. My roomie has been filling me with stories of her very adorable nephew. All those cutesy stories are making me drool for babies to PLAY with. Ah yes, let me clarify. Other people's babies to play with. Weirdly, I have no desire to have babies of my own in the near future. I plan to enjoy at least another decade before embracing any maternal instincts. That is, if I have any :P
I'm currently wishing that at least someone in the family would get hitched soon and get babies :P Okay, this has been a dumb rambling post. A by-product of that thing called boredom.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Love and be loved
Love is like a mustard seed;planted by God and watered by men- Muda Saint Michael
Today’s the day again. When pink and red heart shaped thingamajigs adorn various shop-fronts, overgrown teddy bears sit contentedly inside shop windows, covered in frilly, lacey strewn bits of God alone knows what. Flowers of every species and colour seem to bloom out of nowhere, their prices blooming up together with them. What’s all the fuss about? Two words. Valentine’s Day.
There are many versions of the story surrounding the birth of this very lovey-dovey day, but they all have the same theme. Celebrating Love. These days Valentine’s day has been so commercialized that we forget the reason it exists in the first place. It’s not a day limited to boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife relationships. It’s a day where people get together and celebrate love. Love for a friend, a brother, a sister, parents. A day where we humbly appreciate everyone in our life for being little parts that make you whole.
I have heard of people who get terribly, unbelievably down at the thought of Valentine’s Day simply because he or she doesn’t have a date when everyone else seems to receiving a truckload of flowers, gifts and chocolates. No offence, but isn’t that rather silly? Isn’t that egoistic? To want the whole world to know that you’re ‘loved’ just on ONE day? Isn’t that too showy? I mean seriously, if you get a whole bunch of flowers in the office, what the heck are you gonna do with it the rest of the day? Leave it on your desk to wilt? Stuff it in your water container?
Besides that, what’s the big deal if you don’t have a date for Valentine’s? It’s a day to commemorate love, is love merely limited to romantic relationships? What about family? Can’t you love your friends and those around you? Why the big hue and cry if you have to spend Valentine’s ‘alone’?
Love is not something to be exploited. Love is when a mother puts her life before her child’s. Love is when a dog defends its master regardless of its own safety. It’s when feelings defy the principle of maths and logic. It’s when one plus one becomes one, not two. Hearts beating in tandem. Love is not measured by how overstuffed the teddy bear is, or how big the bouquet of flowers are, or how many digits are on the tag of expensive trinkets. In truth, love is measured by how much you care. It’s sown in faith, watered in joy, and pruned with trust. It’s not cordoned off to how grand and showy one day can be, but by how much the other 364 days matter in the equation. Valentine’s can be everyday if you know how to value what it’s all about. Similarly, it can be just any other day if it’s callously ‘celebrated’.
There are many versions of the story surrounding the birth of this very lovey-dovey day, but they all have the same theme. Celebrating Love. These days Valentine’s day has been so commercialized that we forget the reason it exists in the first place. It’s not a day limited to boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife relationships. It’s a day where people get together and celebrate love. Love for a friend, a brother, a sister, parents. A day where we humbly appreciate everyone in our life for being little parts that make you whole.
I have heard of people who get terribly, unbelievably down at the thought of Valentine’s Day simply because he or she doesn’t have a date when everyone else seems to receiving a truckload of flowers, gifts and chocolates. No offence, but isn’t that rather silly? Isn’t that egoistic? To want the whole world to know that you’re ‘loved’ just on ONE day? Isn’t that too showy? I mean seriously, if you get a whole bunch of flowers in the office, what the heck are you gonna do with it the rest of the day? Leave it on your desk to wilt? Stuff it in your water container?
Besides that, what’s the big deal if you don’t have a date for Valentine’s? It’s a day to commemorate love, is love merely limited to romantic relationships? What about family? Can’t you love your friends and those around you? Why the big hue and cry if you have to spend Valentine’s ‘alone’?
Love is not something to be exploited. Love is when a mother puts her life before her child’s. Love is when a dog defends its master regardless of its own safety. It’s when feelings defy the principle of maths and logic. It’s when one plus one becomes one, not two. Hearts beating in tandem. Love is not measured by how overstuffed the teddy bear is, or how big the bouquet of flowers are, or how many digits are on the tag of expensive trinkets. In truth, love is measured by how much you care. It’s sown in faith, watered in joy, and pruned with trust. It’s not cordoned off to how grand and showy one day can be, but by how much the other 364 days matter in the equation. Valentine’s can be everyday if you know how to value what it’s all about. Similarly, it can be just any other day if it’s callously ‘celebrated’.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Innocence
Innocence. One word. Bliss. There are times when you just wish fervently that you could go back. Go back to the times when innocence was something taken for granted. When you could look at the skies and wish upon stars, really believing that your wishes could really come through. Times when the only ghosts that exists are those in your closet, not those in your mind. The shattering of innocence, the surfacing of reality.
Time transcends all things. That swing in the park that used to make you think you could reach up and touch the sky evolves into a plank of wood held up by chains. Grown-ups don’t seem so gargantuan anymore. Pain is promoted to an emotional level. Your mind begins to point out things that your eyes refuse to acknowledge. A seed of doubt blossoms into a tree that takes root deep down in your heart. And then you start wishing. Wishing that you could turn back time. Wishing that you could limit your thoughts to nothing beyond ice-cream and cakes. Wishing that sometimes, fairy-tales were more than fiction. Wishing that happy endings do exist. Wishing that time doesn't change things.
But in it all, you shake at the thought of mortality. You wish you could outrun time, but ever persistent, it catches up with you, in the form of Age. Ask someone, what would you like to do before you die? Answers would probably range from watching the sun rise in the smile of a loved one, climb Mount Everest, go sky-diving, meet up with long lost friends, walk my little girl down the aisle, knowing she’ll be cared for. Different people, caught in different phases in life.
Time transcends all things. That swing in the park that used to make you think you could reach up and touch the sky evolves into a plank of wood held up by chains. Grown-ups don’t seem so gargantuan anymore. Pain is promoted to an emotional level. Your mind begins to point out things that your eyes refuse to acknowledge. A seed of doubt blossoms into a tree that takes root deep down in your heart. And then you start wishing. Wishing that you could turn back time. Wishing that you could limit your thoughts to nothing beyond ice-cream and cakes. Wishing that sometimes, fairy-tales were more than fiction. Wishing that happy endings do exist. Wishing that time doesn't change things.
But in it all, you shake at the thought of mortality. You wish you could outrun time, but ever persistent, it catches up with you, in the form of Age. Ask someone, what would you like to do before you die? Answers would probably range from watching the sun rise in the smile of a loved one, climb Mount Everest, go sky-diving, meet up with long lost friends, walk my little girl down the aisle, knowing she’ll be cared for. Different people, caught in different phases in life.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Life
Life is like a taxi. The meter just keeps a-ticking whether you are getting somewhere or just standing still. -- Lou Erickso
Time sure flies. It’s been a while since the last time I actually sat down to seriously blog. Random things have crossed my mind these last few days. Last Sunday in church, it suddenly hit me that so much time has just slid past. It’s somewhat like trying to hold a fistful of sand in your hand, but the effort is futile because the sand will somehow seep through the gaps between your fingers.
Before I digressed, I was about to elucidate what I meant by how fast time flies. I was sitting next to Josh in church and in a moment of spontaneity, I turned to him and stuck my tongue out at him. And then it dawned on me that my baby brother had grown into a young man. Was the transition from child to teenager so smooth that it passed me by so stealthily? And then, the irrevocable truth made itself apparent to me. He was growing up. Fast. So am I.
Life is an intricate tapestry, our lives are interwoven in the strands that make up the whole picture. Josh and I started from the same root, but as we grow, it is inevitable that those threads of life that used to be so close would slowly wind away, weaving a part of the big picture alone. We’d still be close, after all, blood is thicker than water, but we’d have our own stories to weave. And it’s a little sad that we’ll continue on this journey in life without being a part of each other, living behind the simplistic, idealistic cover of childhood dreams and slaying our own dragons. One day, he’ll meet someone, and he’ll share a large part of his life with that special someone. That day, I hope he knows how much his sister loves him.
I’m somewhat aloof and detached from my peers. It’s not that I’m arrogant or self-superior or anything. It’s just that I think it is such an effort to smile when you don’t really mean it. Hypocrites repel me yet it disgusts me even more when I am one. I am an observer, rarely a participant. People think I’m Miss Goody-two-shoes but heck, I was made that way, am that way, and always will be that way. Is it so wrong to want to be different? Are others insecure with variety because it shakes their own foundations? Well, then honey, I daresay your foundations weren’t stable to begin with. You can’t have everything in life. You can’t expect people to bow at your every wish. You just have to learn to be contented with what cards life deals you.
There is a part of me that clamours to belong. Yet there is another part of me that wants to be recognized as an individual. Not just the girl who attends the same lecture with you. Or the classmate who sits in front of you in class. I want to be remembered as the one who made you smile when you were down, the one who challenged you intellectually. The one who’s opinionated and who can actually think. I want to cease being a shadow, a non-existent phantom-ish being. I want to be different. Unique. Never conforming to the general specifics of anything. I have a veritable temper and yet I can be docile. I am shockingly outspoken and yet tenaciously clammed up when I choose to be. I don’t ever again want to be just a name or a face in the crowd. I want to be me.
Time sure flies. It’s been a while since the last time I actually sat down to seriously blog. Random things have crossed my mind these last few days. Last Sunday in church, it suddenly hit me that so much time has just slid past. It’s somewhat like trying to hold a fistful of sand in your hand, but the effort is futile because the sand will somehow seep through the gaps between your fingers.
Before I digressed, I was about to elucidate what I meant by how fast time flies. I was sitting next to Josh in church and in a moment of spontaneity, I turned to him and stuck my tongue out at him. And then it dawned on me that my baby brother had grown into a young man. Was the transition from child to teenager so smooth that it passed me by so stealthily? And then, the irrevocable truth made itself apparent to me. He was growing up. Fast. So am I.
Life is an intricate tapestry, our lives are interwoven in the strands that make up the whole picture. Josh and I started from the same root, but as we grow, it is inevitable that those threads of life that used to be so close would slowly wind away, weaving a part of the big picture alone. We’d still be close, after all, blood is thicker than water, but we’d have our own stories to weave. And it’s a little sad that we’ll continue on this journey in life without being a part of each other, living behind the simplistic, idealistic cover of childhood dreams and slaying our own dragons. One day, he’ll meet someone, and he’ll share a large part of his life with that special someone. That day, I hope he knows how much his sister loves him.
I’m somewhat aloof and detached from my peers. It’s not that I’m arrogant or self-superior or anything. It’s just that I think it is such an effort to smile when you don’t really mean it. Hypocrites repel me yet it disgusts me even more when I am one. I am an observer, rarely a participant. People think I’m Miss Goody-two-shoes but heck, I was made that way, am that way, and always will be that way. Is it so wrong to want to be different? Are others insecure with variety because it shakes their own foundations? Well, then honey, I daresay your foundations weren’t stable to begin with. You can’t have everything in life. You can’t expect people to bow at your every wish. You just have to learn to be contented with what cards life deals you.
There is a part of me that clamours to belong. Yet there is another part of me that wants to be recognized as an individual. Not just the girl who attends the same lecture with you. Or the classmate who sits in front of you in class. I want to be remembered as the one who made you smile when you were down, the one who challenged you intellectually. The one who’s opinionated and who can actually think. I want to cease being a shadow, a non-existent phantom-ish being. I want to be different. Unique. Never conforming to the general specifics of anything. I have a veritable temper and yet I can be docile. I am shockingly outspoken and yet tenaciously clammed up when I choose to be. I don’t ever again want to be just a name or a face in the crowd. I want to be me.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Can't help thinking about you
You’ve been with me right after I sat for my PMR examinations. You were the spark that made me excited to get it over and done with for I knew that our journey would begin right after I penned the last word on my question paper.
Almost three years has passed since I first held you in my hands. I remember almost vividly how ecstatic I was to actually own you. To have you witness and help me immortalize those precious moments in life. Birthdays, Christmases, funny moments and touching glimmers of those little figments in life.
There are days when I think how charming it would be to have you by my side. To capture that beautiful scene or to catch someone unawares. But then I remember. You’re lost to me forever.
This year’s Christmas would pass by without me being able to make time stand still for just that once. I hope your new owners treat you nice. I hate to think of the fact that fate dealt you in the hands of a nincompoop who wasn’t able to take responsibility by the reins and actually be a man. It’s saddening to think that such people would actually grow up and ‘contribute’ to the lowly, vile habits of a certain group in community.
P.S : This post has been inanely posted during one of those nostalgia-stricken bouts of frustration I get everytime I think of how some imbecile laid hands and kidnapped my digicam. And by the way, I’ll try my best to come up with something better the next time. There were so many occasions when I saw things or read about issues and I’d go “ Hey, I’d like to blog about this” But then the moment I sit in front of my laptop, Poof! The inspiration just deserts me. Bah.
Well, guess I’d better go now
Till later,
Almost three years has passed since I first held you in my hands. I remember almost vividly how ecstatic I was to actually own you. To have you witness and help me immortalize those precious moments in life. Birthdays, Christmases, funny moments and touching glimmers of those little figments in life.
There are days when I think how charming it would be to have you by my side. To capture that beautiful scene or to catch someone unawares. But then I remember. You’re lost to me forever.
This year’s Christmas would pass by without me being able to make time stand still for just that once. I hope your new owners treat you nice. I hate to think of the fact that fate dealt you in the hands of a nincompoop who wasn’t able to take responsibility by the reins and actually be a man. It’s saddening to think that such people would actually grow up and ‘contribute’ to the lowly, vile habits of a certain group in community.
P.S : This post has been inanely posted during one of those nostalgia-stricken bouts of frustration I get everytime I think of how some imbecile laid hands and kidnapped my digicam. And by the way, I’ll try my best to come up with something better the next time. There were so many occasions when I saw things or read about issues and I’d go “ Hey, I’d like to blog about this” But then the moment I sit in front of my laptop, Poof! The inspiration just deserts me. Bah.
Well, guess I’d better go now
Till later,
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Spheres
We're all inhabitants of our own spheres, spheres that will never conjoin, they may just brush against each other, but they'll never belong together. Never exist together as one.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Meme
Ah, if it isn't the return of the prodigal blogger. I've been meaning to blog more. Honestly, I have. It's just that I've been this cocktail, a drugging concoction of laziness, 'business' and way too much leisure indulgences.
I've been skipping Math lectures for the past few weeks to go back home. And by home I mean Ipoh, where good food, good company and the lazy bug resides. Ah, heavenly.
Anyway, I've been doing some catching up and decided to addresss the matter of doing my 'tagged duty'. Memes usually become a little of a challenge to me since I don't really like answering quizzes, but at least I can't say I don't have anything to blog about. So, here goes......
Four places that I've lived in:
1. Ipoh
2. Setapak, KL
3. Penang
4. Urm...Pahang?
Four things that not many people know about me:
1. I can get a little obsessive-compulsive at times.
2. I used to be a cynic. Big time. I probably still am, practicality and logic usually wins the battle for me.
3. I keep most things to myself. I don't believe in telling the entire world, all and sundry my innermost feelings. I like keeping my private life private. Friends have often told me that I'm hard to second-guess, almost impossible to decipher and usually impassive. It takes literally eons before I open-up to anybody.
4. I have a soft spot for girly frilly lacey pretty utterly useless, dust-collecting things. So sue me.
Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. The sound of music
2. The Princess Diaries
3. Mary Poppins
4. A walk to remember
Four TV shows that I love(d) to watch:
1. One Tree Hill
2. CSI
3. Barney the dinosaur ( =p don't you just love the adorable, million-dollar smile purple old chap?)
4. Desperate Housewives
Four places I've been on vacation:
1. Camerons
2. Penang ( love the beach )
3. Langkawi ( sandy beaches and lolling waves, what more can I ask for)
4. Gentings?
Four of my favourite foods:
1. Pizza
2. Sour and spicy fish vermicelli
3. Pasta
4. Erm...laksa
Four places I would rather be in:
1. Home
2. Australia
3. Switzerland
4. New Zealand
Four favourite songs:
1. You raise me up - Josh Groban
2. Help me make it through the night - Kris Kristofferson
3. L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole
4. Secret Love - Mandy Moore
Four persons whom I tag:
1. Fiona
2. Wan Aisyah
3. Josh
4. whoever else wants to do it
Phew, that was draining. Guess that's all for tonight. Toodles.
I've been skipping Math lectures for the past few weeks to go back home. And by home I mean Ipoh, where good food, good company and the lazy bug resides. Ah, heavenly.
Anyway, I've been doing some catching up and decided to addresss the matter of doing my 'tagged duty'. Memes usually become a little of a challenge to me since I don't really like answering quizzes, but at least I can't say I don't have anything to blog about. So, here goes......
Four places that I've lived in:
1. Ipoh
2. Setapak, KL
3. Penang
4. Urm...Pahang?
Four things that not many people know about me:
1. I can get a little obsessive-compulsive at times.
2. I used to be a cynic. Big time. I probably still am, practicality and logic usually wins the battle for me.
3. I keep most things to myself. I don't believe in telling the entire world, all and sundry my innermost feelings. I like keeping my private life private. Friends have often told me that I'm hard to second-guess, almost impossible to decipher and usually impassive. It takes literally eons before I open-up to anybody.
4. I have a soft spot for girly frilly lacey pretty utterly useless, dust-collecting things. So sue me.
Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. The sound of music
2. The Princess Diaries
3. Mary Poppins
4. A walk to remember
Four TV shows that I love(d) to watch:
1. One Tree Hill
2. CSI
3. Barney the dinosaur ( =p don't you just love the adorable, million-dollar smile purple old chap?)
4. Desperate Housewives
Four places I've been on vacation:
1. Camerons
2. Penang ( love the beach )
3. Langkawi ( sandy beaches and lolling waves, what more can I ask for)
4. Gentings?
Four of my favourite foods:
1. Pizza
2. Sour and spicy fish vermicelli
3. Pasta
4. Erm...laksa
Four places I would rather be in:
1. Home
2. Australia
3. Switzerland
4. New Zealand
Four favourite songs:
1. You raise me up - Josh Groban
2. Help me make it through the night - Kris Kristofferson
3. L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole
4. Secret Love - Mandy Moore
Four persons whom I tag:
1. Fiona
2. Wan Aisyah
3. Josh
4. whoever else wants to do it
Phew, that was draining. Guess that's all for tonight. Toodles.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Updates on life
Well, I'm back. After a seemingly long absence. Not that I think anyone has missed my crapping here. Anyway, the holidays have breezed past and the second semester kicked off to a start last week. The first week has been somewhat........eventful.
Boy, the holidays have certainly made me somewhat addled, if I may say so. I'm getting pretty rusty. Especially in writing. Formally. Yesterday, we were asked to write an essay for English, it was a free-topic essay, nothing less than 350 words. ( Great, just the kind I 'love' ) Anyway, in a state of extreme rustiness and creakiness, I took a painful 20 minutes to think of something to write about. After eliminating topics like My Brother, My House, My family, My Dog, My Cat and the likes, I finally settled on something I titled ' Dancing with Danger '. It took me almost an hour and a half just to complete the darn essay. To think of how we had to finish essays in 45 minutes last time, times that seem like eons ago now.
First class of English passed by uneventfully. As usual, we were asked to introduce ourselves and tell little bits about ourselves. When it came to my turn, I ran out of things to talk about after stating how many siblings I have. So the lecturer, after taking extreme pity with my seeming plight asked me..."So, tell us, what's so special about Ipoh?" To which my befuddled brain only managed to choke up " It's urm....urm....urm..quiet !...ya quiet ! " *nods head in the affirmative* And then there was this little voice in my head that went " Well, great going gal, so is Timbuktu. " When the lecturer asked me whether that's all I have to say, I sank gratefully down back in my seat. Ah well, that just goes to prove I don't think that well on my feet when part of my mind's still stuck somewhere else.
Yesterday, we boarded the wrong bus from college to get to the LRT station. The mortifying thing of all was the driver was snickering at us. Openly !. From my seat I could see his bushy moustache twitching. Gosh, to think that we wasted a precious 20 minutes and 60 cents just to go for a joy ride round the area. It was pretty humiliating to step down again from the bus at the same spot where we were picked up.
Well, if the last week was a glimpse and a mere prelude to what we can expect from the next sem, I think we're heading on an interesting ride. I guess that's all I can think about for the moment, forgive me but I've squeezed out every last drop of 'inspiration juice' while attempting yesterday's essay. For now, toodles!
Boy, the holidays have certainly made me somewhat addled, if I may say so. I'm getting pretty rusty. Especially in writing. Formally. Yesterday, we were asked to write an essay for English, it was a free-topic essay, nothing less than 350 words. ( Great, just the kind I 'love' ) Anyway, in a state of extreme rustiness and creakiness, I took a painful 20 minutes to think of something to write about. After eliminating topics like My Brother, My House, My family, My Dog, My Cat and the likes, I finally settled on something I titled ' Dancing with Danger '. It took me almost an hour and a half just to complete the darn essay. To think of how we had to finish essays in 45 minutes last time, times that seem like eons ago now.
First class of English passed by uneventfully. As usual, we were asked to introduce ourselves and tell little bits about ourselves. When it came to my turn, I ran out of things to talk about after stating how many siblings I have. So the lecturer, after taking extreme pity with my seeming plight asked me..."So, tell us, what's so special about Ipoh?" To which my befuddled brain only managed to choke up " It's urm....urm....urm..quiet !...ya quiet ! " *nods head in the affirmative* And then there was this little voice in my head that went " Well, great going gal, so is Timbuktu. " When the lecturer asked me whether that's all I have to say, I sank gratefully down back in my seat. Ah well, that just goes to prove I don't think that well on my feet when part of my mind's still stuck somewhere else.
Yesterday, we boarded the wrong bus from college to get to the LRT station. The mortifying thing of all was the driver was snickering at us. Openly !. From my seat I could see his bushy moustache twitching. Gosh, to think that we wasted a precious 20 minutes and 60 cents just to go for a joy ride round the area. It was pretty humiliating to step down again from the bus at the same spot where we were picked up.
Well, if the last week was a glimpse and a mere prelude to what we can expect from the next sem, I think we're heading on an interesting ride. I guess that's all I can think about for the moment, forgive me but I've squeezed out every last drop of 'inspiration juice' while attempting yesterday's essay. For now, toodles!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Life
In the blink of an eye, a week of the holidays have drifted by. Some days were spent being 'productive'..others...were left to laze and glide by. I was doing some random surfing today and came across this. 'Chat with God'.. really inspirational and insightful if I may say so. Do read through it. It helped answer some questions I had. It might just help you too.
God : Hello. Did you call me?
Me: Called you? No.. who is this?
God : This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.
Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.
God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.
Me: Don't know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.
God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.
Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.
God : Well I wanted to resolve your! fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.
Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?
God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.
Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?
God : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.
Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?
God : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.
Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty..
God : Pain is inevit! able, but suffering is optional.
Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?
God : Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.
Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?
God : Yes. In every terms, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.
Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why cant we be free from problems?
God : Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you! are free from problems.
Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..
God : If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.
Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?
God : Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.
Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?
God : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.
Me: What surprises you about people?
God : when they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.
Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I cant get the answer.
God : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.
Me: How can I get the best out of life?
God : Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.
Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.
God : There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.
Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.
God : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that took our breath away!
God : Hello. Did you call me?
Me: Called you? No.. who is this?
God : This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.
Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.
God : What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.
Me: Don't know. But I cant find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.
God : Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.
Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.
God : Well I wanted to resolve your! fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.
Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?
God : Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.
Me: why are we then constantly unhappy?
God : Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.
Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?
God : Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.
Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty..
God : Pain is inevit! able, but suffering is optional.
Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?
God : Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better not bitter.
Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?
God : Yes. In every terms, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.
Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why cant we be free from problems?
God : Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons (to) Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you! are free from problems.
Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading..
God : If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight.
Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?
God : Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock.
Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?
God : Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.
Me: What surprises you about people?
God : when they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.
Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I cant get the answer.
God : Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation.
Me: How can I get the best out of life?
God : Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.
Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.
God : There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO.
Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.
God : Well. Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve not a problem to resolve. Trust me. Life is wonderful if you know how to live. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that took our breath away!
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