Monday, December 13, 2010
Monday Yellow
Monday. I get to taste a slice of freedom. No more 530pm basketball training. Talking about basketball reminds me on what happened on Saturday KMP sukaneka. I joined basketball competition which i had yearned for long. It was immensely enjoyable and challenging to play. Livid bruises, i don't care; time eating, i don't mind; glaring sunlight, i can't be bothered to block it away, never mind the sunblock. That deep passion i had and i am proud of to make it that far. Though my team did not bag any medal, but we enjoyed the game to the max. The opponent we faced on the second day played roughly like a livid bull; striking us with elbow, slapping our hands, kicked our legs, pushed us harshly, shouted at us when we paid them back violence, After the game ended, they shook hand and mumbled apologies. Urghh...uncivilised. Played just like rugby player. Anyhow, they lost and got second place. hohoho at least we played honourably. Cheers!
Ecstatic Sunday
Woo~~ went to C-Mart today! the last time was a few days after my admission in KMP which was on the month of May. Haha miss C-Mart so much. Everything is under one roof and it is so convenient. Most importantly, i bought variety of biscuit and so, my supply will never be the boring yet healthy mundane Iko biscuit. Ha! After all getting to try biscuits and other junk food that was once a no-no from mummy is what living in hostel faraway from home sweet home about! Okayyy being total childish and hysterical like a 3 year-old kid just received an ice-cream after long hours of sulk.
Sunday was another hectic day. After the heavenly fun outing, i had to rush to complete dinamika project. >< another tiring yet enjoyable day(as always :])
Sunday was another hectic day. After the heavenly fun outing, i had to rush to complete dinamika project. >< another tiring yet enjoyable day(as always :])
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I Don Wanna Close My Eyes
Tick-tock tick-tock. Its already 1.00am. What am i doing? Still blogging. What am i doing later in the morning? Preparing myself back to KMP. The feeling is neither ecstatic nor devastating.
Incomplete is the only word i can think of. A little of reluctance and disincline perhaps?
Before i leave, i still can let go the gargantuan head-fussing issue that has been bothering for long. Hmm.
A friend of mine but not a friend of mine.
Why do all good things come to an end? by Nelly Furtado is nothing but accurate in describing life.
To mum and dad and sister, sorry if i flared my temper, throw my tantrum totally like a drama queen, sorry for taking things for granted, sorry for not appreciating time and letting the malicious dreadfully idle me to conquer myself (or maybe I REALLY NEED TO TAKE THINGS LIGHTLY), sorry to myself for not be discipline enough in completing what i aimed for.
All right dumb ass, enough for that overly self-critics. Got to be damn OPTIMISTIC now. Start a new day. Clear yourself off this nonsensical useless rambles.
Great things are waiting for you. Embrace the challenge!!!!
GOGOGO!
Incomplete is the only word i can think of. A little of reluctance and disincline perhaps?
Before i leave, i still can let go the gargantuan head-fussing issue that has been bothering for long. Hmm.
A friend of mine but not a friend of mine.
Why do all good things come to an end? by Nelly Furtado is nothing but accurate in describing life.
To mum and dad and sister, sorry if i flared my temper, throw my tantrum totally like a drama queen, sorry for taking things for granted, sorry for not appreciating time and letting the malicious dreadfully idle me to conquer myself (or maybe I REALLY NEED TO TAKE THINGS LIGHTLY), sorry to myself for not be discipline enough in completing what i aimed for.
All right dumb ass, enough for that overly self-critics. Got to be damn OPTIMISTIC now. Start a new day. Clear yourself off this nonsensical useless rambles.
Great things are waiting for you. Embrace the challenge!!!!
GOGOGO!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Solace from the Park
From children screaming hyterically in excitement and frolicking crazily in the gargantuan well-equiped playground: running hastily on the mini suspension bridge with a superman-on-duty-kind-of-face plastered, little girls flaunting their parents'-fingers-wagging flair, swinging dangerously close to 90 degree, with hair and skirts flying awkwardly behind, little boys sliding down slopes gleefully totally oblivious that they were actually mopping it clean with their apparels children wailing and sulking for their parents refusal in buying them an ice-cream to parents plonking on the bench supervising their children while having a little chatters with other obscure parents, from vendors screaming on top of their lungs for their wares of greasy fried hotdogs, keropok lekor, golden nuggets, crab balls, fish ballls to families simply sitting down together harmoniously gorging their take-away KFC dinner on the round table; from man talking boisterously on the phone as if he is married to his work to self-indulged youth reading with her eyes wide open behind the big square black spectacles and the-heroin-is-gonna-die,-romeo-come-safe-her-quick expression; from man stopping abruptly half-turned behind for a snap with his best pose(an effeminate pose, a peace sign finger across his eyes like a sailormoon) to professional photographer or the avids squeezing their eyes into the camera hole so hard that web line can be spotted at the corner of their eyes, butt stretched outward, knee bent and the flash blinded everyone's eyes; from heart pumping vigorously and thunderous feet pounding jog coalesced rhythmitically with the panting and audible exhalation to the slow motioned stroll which indeliberately blocked the way of the other fast-paced joggers.
Cladded on a white hooded tee shirt, brown stripy short the revealed to the max my flabby thighs and mum's navy blue Nike sports shoe, soft breezy wind greeted my face as i jogged freely admist the crowd, often almost bumped into small innocently overweight kids as if they hide a pillow under their shirt that reads I LOVE PG which i miscontrued it as I LOVE PIG. There were lot of things to sight in the park: emerald foliage lined the path, lofty fountain rippling the algaed lake, ducks and geese squeaking sharply and flapping their feet happily, families feeding enormous tortoise with their expired bread loaves. Most incredibly, the peace of mind that you can find where only the sound of fountain water lashing the lake, shriek from mischievous children and your own sexy panting were not muted by the roaring engines.
Cladded on a white hooded tee shirt, brown stripy short the revealed to the max my flabby thighs and mum's navy blue Nike sports shoe, soft breezy wind greeted my face as i jogged freely admist the crowd, often almost bumped into small innocently overweight kids as if they hide a pillow under their shirt that reads I LOVE PG which i miscontrued it as I LOVE PIG. There were lot of things to sight in the park: emerald foliage lined the path, lofty fountain rippling the algaed lake, ducks and geese squeaking sharply and flapping their feet happily, families feeding enormous tortoise with their expired bread loaves. Most incredibly, the peace of mind that you can find where only the sound of fountain water lashing the lake, shriek from mischievous children and your own sexy panting were not muted by the roaring engines.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sungha Jung
Sungha Jung, the flamboyant 14 years old guitarist. Damn talented. Kudos =) he is so adorable ^^
Bored =(
With mum's china oldies screaming and blasting the trumpet, urgh..its killing me.
Kind of like potato couch now. Hmm never mind need to enjoy still before going back to KMP
=)
p/s: got no idea why Miss Ng's favourite quote stuck my mind since this morning. "Suck-gas" instead of "suggest"
=P
Kind of like potato couch now. Hmm never mind need to enjoy still before going back to KMP
=)
p/s: got no idea why Miss Ng's favourite quote stuck my mind since this morning. "Suck-gas" instead of "suggest"
=P
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sudden Urge to Post
There's a sudden twinge of regret. I once had a thought that getting into matriculation was not at all an ecstatic notion, having yourself dwelling in a place where the non-bumis are only of sprinkling amount and the over-exaggerating orientation AJKs that for one moment lifted my expectation and another moment, everything seemed to be grey ashes by counting on the chaos that striked my life.
But as those pictures flashed in front of my eyes, i realised that i had a whale of time with remarkable friends that constantly tickle your stomach besides venturing to numerous places i yearn to go and watching couple by couple emerging blissfully.
You will not get the chance to wear the headscarf (urgh, as if i wanted it).
You will not get the chance to wear those gleaming black boots, marching smugly.
You will not get the chance to visit other matriculation, having durian feast under the brilliant shine of moon.
You will not get the chance to see yourself, Tan Sri Dr. Koh Tsu Koon and other minister, riding a zoo train.
You will not get the chance to venture to the food heaven, Penang! with bunch of ladies and gentlemen.
You will not get the chance to see how pathetic yet earnest KMP guys tackle girls and end up two blissful couples emerging day after day.
You will not get the chance to mingle around with people from all over Malaysia, presenting thier very own quaint dialects.
You will not get the chance to stay in a hostel.
You will not get the chance to learn to speak hampa(Kedah), doug(terengganu), ambo and demo (Kelantan).
You will not get the chance to see yorself, how peaceful is Perlis compared to the concrete jungle Kuala Lumpur.
You will not get the chance to meet remarkable people here, the guys are immensely gentlemen, and the girls here are all brilliant and unique in their own way.
Lastly, you will never feel how i feel now =)
But as those pictures flashed in front of my eyes, i realised that i had a whale of time with remarkable friends that constantly tickle your stomach besides venturing to numerous places i yearn to go and watching couple by couple emerging blissfully.
You will not get the chance to wear the headscarf (urgh, as if i wanted it).
You will not get the chance to wear those gleaming black boots, marching smugly.
You will not get the chance to visit other matriculation, having durian feast under the brilliant shine of moon.
You will not get the chance to see yourself, Tan Sri Dr. Koh Tsu Koon and other minister, riding a zoo train.
You will not get the chance to venture to the food heaven, Penang! with bunch of ladies and gentlemen.
You will not get the chance to see how pathetic yet earnest KMP guys tackle girls and end up two blissful couples emerging day after day.
You will not get the chance to mingle around with people from all over Malaysia, presenting thier very own quaint dialects.
You will not get the chance to stay in a hostel.
You will not get the chance to learn to speak hampa(Kedah), doug(terengganu), ambo and demo (Kelantan).
You will not get the chance to see yorself, how peaceful is Perlis compared to the concrete jungle Kuala Lumpur.
You will not get the chance to meet remarkable people here, the guys are immensely gentlemen, and the girls here are all brilliant and unique in their own way.
Lastly, you will never feel how i feel now =)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Day 2
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Rise and shine. Breakfast was again fantastic. I tortured my system by gorging Penang famous food :
popiah..ordinary though..
yummy yummy apom
Then, we explored the War Museum. Except for the boring one hour plus ride to the destination, the whole RM15 visit truly worth paying as it opened another chapter of knowledge of our country’s history.
that small building >< gasp! haha just joking. its a far more bigger one
real big gun
On 23 February 1946, General Yamashita was hanged. After climbing the thirteen steps leading to the gallows
the thirteen steps staircase leading to the gallow
Wantan mee!! the main character is the pork =P
popiah..ordinary though..
yummy yummy apom
Then, we explored the War Museum. Except for the boring one hour plus ride to the destination, the whole RM15 visit truly worth paying as it opened another chapter of knowledge of our country’s history.
but we have to climb to reach....
real big gun
On 23 February 1946, General Yamashita was hanged. After climbing the thirteen steps leading to the gallows
the thirteen steps staircase leading to the gallow
Lunch was mee sotong-yellow mee sauté with red hot chilli and sotong belacan as the side dish. Though it tasted a bit like rojak, but certainly it was worth eating as we didn’t get the chance to on the first day. The ais kacang added another blast in my tastebuds as there was a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it. Ordinary, but it was a perfect match with blended ice decorated like a Christmas tree with red beans, corns, atapchi, red syrup and condensed milk. We also treated Adrian and Pei Yi for their good deeds.
mi sotong
ice kacang!
mi sotong
Plus point for them too as they even accompany us to the jetty, having to sacrifice walking under the merciless glare of sun. After saying goodbye and the guys exchange shake of hands, we boarded the ferry which was free of charge this time followed by the tedious long bus ride from Butterworth back to Kangar. As expected we were late, reached at around 7pm. We then ate dinner in a Chinese restaurant. Queer, I was very energetic when everyone looked blur and walked sluggishly. But at least, Ba Kut The cheered them up a little.
We reached KMP at 830pm and fortunately got outing book.
Penang Trip Day 1
Adrenaline rushing uncontrollably is all I can feel now while typing swiftly to pour out ever-screaming-feeling!
AAAHHHHHAHAHAHA
Okay basically I’ve got no idea why I woke up at 0304am wth?! And being a normal human being I slept back of course.
Pampering my thunderously noisy stomach, sinfully tasty Gardenia choc bread + horlicks + koko crunch which is with white choc ended up keeping the sound shut.
0715 we headed to Kangar bus terminal. The topic on oyster which can enhance man’s sexuality deemed to be the best cure of boredom among Jia Row and the guys whilst waiting for the bus. Everyone seemed to talk to each other with high concentration of awkwardness but the atmosphere was quick warmed up upon arrival on Butterworth. The ferry ride was surprisingly different from the one towards Langkawi Island besides reminding me of TVB drama Moonlight Resemblance which the ferry was almost identical. Breeze air howling in from four sides if the ferry was the pseudoair-aircondioner ventilating passengers sitting on rows of skeleton looking copper made chairs.
Apparently, two types of people caught the eyes of both Jia Row and I. First, there were two Malay guys who had their hair dyed golden sat in front of us. We misunderstood one of them for not wearing any underwear as we could sight the cleavage of his butt but only to find out that it was actually skin colour-camouflaged by. Second, was about one couple who was standing behind the gate, who was trying to enjoy the romantic panoramic view which in fact suck as it was ruined by dilapidated boats all around the shore and also raucous gigantic ferries that passed by us. Of all sudden, the strong wind gushed in and drew the butt long female’s skirt up 80 degree, with me screaming at the top of my lungs trying to warn the woman but drowned by cacophonous din in the ferry. But someone did heard me, who was the two aunties sitting on the right in front of us, turned behind glancing at me with a smirk. Smirk because of my childish reaction or it was just an intention to share what they had just seen too. Pity that woman. Hopefully only few of us saw (that include Avan Tong).
Upon reaching, we were all fired up to do all sorts of maniac activities, exploring, releasing tension and vacuuming food hunted in this culture rich haven, Georgetown. Georgetown is truly an exquisite place with ubiquitous historical buildings which all are worth maintained and preserved earnestly in order to keep Malaysia’s scents of peace from hustle bustle life for students like us and also the most welcomed Western tourists. Adrian and Pei Yi were the unbeatable best tour guides ever as they both really took good care of us, being patient in bringing us to all over the places and most importantly not asking for any return. Perhaps they can also take the opportunity to be with each other longer (i just knew the chemistry sparks between them).
Out exploration began with a vain trip on our feet to the mee sotong stall. Disappointed, the ravenous us proceeded to a kopitiam which sells scrumptious Loh Mee nestled beside the sacred 100 years Chinese temple. It was served in thick brownish soup of yellow mee, bihun, chicken leg, intestine and chicken liver. Most importantly was the chilli sauce and garlic sauce which were meant to be added with a ratio of 1:3 according to Adrian.
Next was the highly anticipating Kek Lok Si temple. Its remarkable and magnificent architecture design did not let me down especially the lofty Guan Yin statue (if im not wrong) which require us to take the inclination lift specially built in order for the visitors to get some blessing and some even wished sincerely for the unaccomplished.
I bought myself a Penang resembled T-shirt which I think it’s a necessity for remembrance. Initially I thought it was worth buying though it cost RM8 as the wording was sewed instead of printed but apparently it was not because the fabric is real paper thin, almost can be seen through if patch of design was not sewed in the centre. Finish exploring the sturdy uphill temple, we had our stomach satisfied first by the nostalgic delicacy, Muar Chee- sticky hot dough cut into tiny pieces, coated with abundant of fine peanuts and sprinkles of sugar. I, being a very health and weight conscious person in regular had vowed to neglect them awhile and set the priority to indulge my taste buds with numerous mouth watering food famous.
Following that, the sinfully tempting and saliva dribbling assam laksa which I had never truly eaten before was sitting elegantly in the bowl right in front of me. Assam laksa has got its special mee, which is white in colour slightly akin to ‘lou shu fun’ and gives a spongy bouncy feeling a you chewed it. What impressed and captivated my tongue were it was not at all smelled fishy like how it scented in the one sold in Bazaar Ramadhan KMP, reddish-orange in color in lieu of mud brown, genuinely from the long boiled to perfection of fresh fish which the meat later striped off automatically from its bones as it had soften and blended well with shrimp paste to give splendid aroma and appetizing colour. The first try and I am deeply addicted to it. Cant stop drenching my esophagus with the soup!
The plan of going to the beach for the exaggerating and exhilarating activities : parachutes and banana boat ride were expected to ruin as the sky looked gloomy. Too bad we missed the part where we can observe sunset. Nevertheless, we get to set our foot into Komtar and also Prangin Mall. Surprisingly, it gave a little bit of Times Square and Sungei Wang ambience regarding the items sold, youngsters loitering and also songs blasting loudly. Involuntarily, we also bought Jia Row birthday present which is a solar powered soft toys. Strolling from Komtar to Prangin Mall gave us Midvalley feel as we were had to use the bridge which connected both the malls. Or are we being too obsess and over missing the towering building in the concrete jungle that we start to fantasize all that?
Around 1830pm we started heading towards the luxurios Berjaya Hotel that I felt very grateful having to dwell in that comfortable room that slightly similar to Genting Highlands hotel after whole day walking with the our muscles shrieking for mercy, pleading us to halt anaerobic respiration. And so we thanked Adrian and Pei Yi for the company and called it a day.
1008. The room number. Upon depositing my bag, I throw myself to the bed and quickly hopped up lest the other mind. The guys were calling us using the room to room service and started cracking hilarious jokes especially Kwok Ming. For Mandarin, please press 1, English is press 2, etc etc. At 2000, we went to Gurney drive, but dropped by Gurney Plaza which is just a stone throw’s away. I wasn’t expecting that, but I was wearing my newly bought Penang shirt with SAB tracksuit loitering with the rest nonchantly in the shopping complex that can be said on par with Midvalley based on the impression projected in my mind- presence of Dragon-I restaurant. Nevertheless, we can be bothered especially Jia Row, clad with Nike shirt and a short PVC blue pants.
In gurney drive, there were lots of food stalls lining both side of the street, but mostly the same food was sold. Among the food that we purchased were pasembor- looked like rojak except that it has fish balls, Orr-chien- fried oysters with eggs, char kuey teow, ice kacang, su gao, wantan mee, rojak buah, sotong and drinks. All of us were eating happily and blissfully shaded protectively from the drizzling rain under the large umbrella.
Next, we were back to Gurney Plaza for late night movie. Again, unexpected. We watched Grown Ups, hah! Suggested by me. Though it was hilarious with continuous eruption of laughter in the cinema hall, with Jia Row barking laughter maniacally like there’s no tomorrow whereas Wei Ting who sat beside me, basically was neutral with rarely cracking any, I could not really grab the message of the story. Maybe it tried to convey the life of a grown up. Funny though and its truly enjoyable to watch with all of them.
The night is still young. We stayed up till 3am, playing the best yet simple game ever, Truth or Dare that can make our bond closer by unearthing and bombarding each other with questions plus secrets. No doubt that Fion and Avan were the limelight especially after Fion left the room early, Avan was FBI-ed by us. From that, I also realized that Kwok Ming is an intelligent guy who unfortunately slept early that night, yet woke up abruptly to join the mass laugh! If not, I would have grabbed the chance to bombard him with questions.
Conclusion, it was sheer exciting and enjoyable day, with non-stop laughters.
AAAHHHHHAHAHAHA
Okay basically I’ve got no idea why I woke up at 0304am wth?! And being a normal human being I slept back of course.
Pampering my thunderously noisy stomach, sinfully tasty Gardenia choc bread + horlicks + koko crunch which is with white choc ended up keeping the sound shut.
0715 we headed to Kangar bus terminal. The topic on oyster which can enhance man’s sexuality deemed to be the best cure of boredom among Jia Row and the guys whilst waiting for the bus. Everyone seemed to talk to each other with high concentration of awkwardness but the atmosphere was quick warmed up upon arrival on Butterworth. The ferry ride was surprisingly different from the one towards Langkawi Island besides reminding me of TVB drama Moonlight Resemblance which the ferry was almost identical. Breeze air howling in from four sides if the ferry was the pseudoair-aircondioner ventilating passengers sitting on rows of skeleton looking copper made chairs.
Apparently, two types of people caught the eyes of both Jia Row and I. First, there were two Malay guys who had their hair dyed golden sat in front of us. We misunderstood one of them for not wearing any underwear as we could sight the cleavage of his butt but only to find out that it was actually skin colour-camouflaged by. Second, was about one couple who was standing behind the gate, who was trying to enjoy the romantic panoramic view which in fact suck as it was ruined by dilapidated boats all around the shore and also raucous gigantic ferries that passed by us. Of all sudden, the strong wind gushed in and drew the butt long female’s skirt up 80 degree, with me screaming at the top of my lungs trying to warn the woman but drowned by cacophonous din in the ferry. But someone did heard me, who was the two aunties sitting on the right in front of us, turned behind glancing at me with a smirk. Smirk because of my childish reaction or it was just an intention to share what they had just seen too. Pity that woman. Hopefully only few of us saw (that include Avan Tong).
Upon reaching, we were all fired up to do all sorts of maniac activities, exploring, releasing tension and vacuuming food hunted in this culture rich haven, Georgetown. Georgetown is truly an exquisite place with ubiquitous historical buildings which all are worth maintained and preserved earnestly in order to keep Malaysia’s scents of peace from hustle bustle life for students like us and also the most welcomed Western tourists. Adrian and Pei Yi were the unbeatable best tour guides ever as they both really took good care of us, being patient in bringing us to all over the places and most importantly not asking for any return. Perhaps they can also take the opportunity to be with each other longer (i just knew the chemistry sparks between them).
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| Adrian and Pei Yi |
Out exploration began with a vain trip on our feet to the mee sotong stall. Disappointed, the ravenous us proceeded to a kopitiam which sells scrumptious Loh Mee nestled beside the sacred 100 years Chinese temple. It was served in thick brownish soup of yellow mee, bihun, chicken leg, intestine and chicken liver. Most importantly was the chilli sauce and garlic sauce which were meant to be added with a ratio of 1:3 according to Adrian.
Next was the highly anticipating Kek Lok Si temple. Its remarkable and magnificent architecture design did not let me down especially the lofty Guan Yin statue (if im not wrong) which require us to take the inclination lift specially built in order for the visitors to get some blessing and some even wished sincerely for the unaccomplished.
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| the piggy is so damn adorable |
I bought myself a Penang resembled T-shirt which I think it’s a necessity for remembrance. Initially I thought it was worth buying though it cost RM8 as the wording was sewed instead of printed but apparently it was not because the fabric is real paper thin, almost can be seen through if patch of design was not sewed in the centre. Finish exploring the sturdy uphill temple, we had our stomach satisfied first by the nostalgic delicacy, Muar Chee- sticky hot dough cut into tiny pieces, coated with abundant of fine peanuts and sprinkles of sugar. I, being a very health and weight conscious person in regular had vowed to neglect them awhile and set the priority to indulge my taste buds with numerous mouth watering food famous.
Following that, the sinfully tempting and saliva dribbling assam laksa which I had never truly eaten before was sitting elegantly in the bowl right in front of me. Assam laksa has got its special mee, which is white in colour slightly akin to ‘lou shu fun’ and gives a spongy bouncy feeling a you chewed it. What impressed and captivated my tongue were it was not at all smelled fishy like how it scented in the one sold in Bazaar Ramadhan KMP, reddish-orange in color in lieu of mud brown, genuinely from the long boiled to perfection of fresh fish which the meat later striped off automatically from its bones as it had soften and blended well with shrimp paste to give splendid aroma and appetizing colour. The first try and I am deeply addicted to it. Cant stop drenching my esophagus with the soup!
The plan of going to the beach for the exaggerating and exhilarating activities : parachutes and banana boat ride were expected to ruin as the sky looked gloomy. Too bad we missed the part where we can observe sunset. Nevertheless, we get to set our foot into Komtar and also Prangin Mall. Surprisingly, it gave a little bit of Times Square and Sungei Wang ambience regarding the items sold, youngsters loitering and also songs blasting loudly. Involuntarily, we also bought Jia Row birthday present which is a solar powered soft toys. Strolling from Komtar to Prangin Mall gave us Midvalley feel as we were had to use the bridge which connected both the malls. Or are we being too obsess and over missing the towering building in the concrete jungle that we start to fantasize all that?
Around 1830pm we started heading towards the luxurios Berjaya Hotel that I felt very grateful having to dwell in that comfortable room that slightly similar to Genting Highlands hotel after whole day walking with the our muscles shrieking for mercy, pleading us to halt anaerobic respiration. And so we thanked Adrian and Pei Yi for the company and called it a day.
1008. The room number. Upon depositing my bag, I throw myself to the bed and quickly hopped up lest the other mind. The guys were calling us using the room to room service and started cracking hilarious jokes especially Kwok Ming. For Mandarin, please press 1, English is press 2, etc etc. At 2000, we went to Gurney drive, but dropped by Gurney Plaza which is just a stone throw’s away. I wasn’t expecting that, but I was wearing my newly bought Penang shirt with SAB tracksuit loitering with the rest nonchantly in the shopping complex that can be said on par with Midvalley based on the impression projected in my mind- presence of Dragon-I restaurant. Nevertheless, we can be bothered especially Jia Row, clad with Nike shirt and a short PVC blue pants.
In gurney drive, there were lots of food stalls lining both side of the street, but mostly the same food was sold. Among the food that we purchased were pasembor- looked like rojak except that it has fish balls, Orr-chien- fried oysters with eggs, char kuey teow, ice kacang, su gao, wantan mee, rojak buah, sotong and drinks. All of us were eating happily and blissfully shaded protectively from the drizzling rain under the large umbrella.
Next, we were back to Gurney Plaza for late night movie. Again, unexpected. We watched Grown Ups, hah! Suggested by me. Though it was hilarious with continuous eruption of laughter in the cinema hall, with Jia Row barking laughter maniacally like there’s no tomorrow whereas Wei Ting who sat beside me, basically was neutral with rarely cracking any, I could not really grab the message of the story. Maybe it tried to convey the life of a grown up. Funny though and its truly enjoyable to watch with all of them.
The night is still young. We stayed up till 3am, playing the best yet simple game ever, Truth or Dare that can make our bond closer by unearthing and bombarding each other with questions plus secrets. No doubt that Fion and Avan were the limelight especially after Fion left the room early, Avan was FBI-ed by us. From that, I also realized that Kwok Ming is an intelligent guy who unfortunately slept early that night, yet woke up abruptly to join the mass laugh! If not, I would have grabbed the chance to bombard him with questions.
Conclusion, it was sheer exciting and enjoyable day, with non-stop laughters.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Inevitable Frightening Swift Changes
Seven and a half months have passed since the last day we were a sabians. Everyone is in their own path now, be it a golden one or a vague one. Now you can see clearly, distinguish vividly how life differs from every individual. Its is either you board an airplane or you travel by car, clad with thick sweater or set yourself free without a piece of clothes, devouring food with uncanny names and olive oil is certainly the main ingredient used or gorging three heavy meals and three times tidbits a day without control, speaking English to people from all walks of life or communicating in BM rojak-ed with Terengganu, Kedah and Kelantan dialek, staying in the concrete jungle with ubiquitous towering shopping complex or living in a small piece of land with hardly a cinema available.
When a city girl returns from her two months long studies in Perlis, far far away from her beloved family, friends that can be jiwang-ed all the time, entertainment rich shopping complex and idiotic box but now a precious television, ireacts as if she has been electrocuted by merely looking at the amount of informations and updates she obtained from her flat-screened computer.
Yea, i hate to admit, but i feel kind of left out for being in matrix while all my friends are in their peak moment of happiness and fear free despite pressure from examinations. At least to get a slice of entertainment is so easy for them compared to me, mentally and physically locked in a four walls college.
Should i feel grateful or am i whining too much due to the comfortable and city life i use to have? Nevertheless, everyone is different. Maybe i am unique with my own way. Why compare as this might has been the best for me?
Frankly speaking, life in matriculation is not what i had expected-exciting and exhilarating most of the time. Maybe it is because of there is too few chinese, not even 100. Thank God there is third intake students. Really hope i can find a good friend that listen to blasting songs, crap a lot and of cause be there for me when i need a pillar of support. I don't wish that person can be almost like my secondary besties, but at least someone that can make me feel genuinely comfortable to share everything with.
Ok, lets transform to a happier mode. Karnival Kokurikulum Matrikukasi (KAKOM) 2010 has just ended fantastically on 28 July 2010, leaving the best piece of memory in my mind. I really enjoy the ambience of Johor Matriculation College though the landscape is almost tantamount to my college. However, the garden ubiquitous, much spacious and well-equipped college with stadium and squash court truly enticed my heart and bailing a temptation to migrate from KMP to KMJ. Less Claustrophobic i can feel, even the toilet is more comfortable than KMP toilet as we don't have to share with tremendous amount of malicious mosquitoes and orange black stripes charlie, all thanks to the emerald paddy fields.
To be apart of KAKOM participant truly gave me an eye opening experience and breath of freedom, far far away from boredom as we were very pampered and entertained there. Free T-shirts, jersey, sports shoe, cap, six meals a day, two dozens of mineral water, and oranges, bananas and breads, each 16 units. Imagine the amount of money government has invested to make this sports carnival a success. The spirit of sports is protruded clearly by each of the colleges. Cheers and shouts of slogans can be heard everywhere.
here are some pics
And so, the 4 days long competiton ended with Labuan Matriculation emerging as the champion, again grasping the top prize every year. Next year the host for KAKOM would be Selangor Matriculation college with their stunning yut entertaining and creative welcoming performance-altering Justin Bieber's song, Baby into their very own version.
Will certainly miss KMJ for its accommodation and also the freezing cold water!
When a city girl returns from her two months long studies in Perlis, far far away from her beloved family, friends that can be jiwang-ed all the time, entertainment rich shopping complex and idiotic box but now a precious television, ireacts as if she has been electrocuted by merely looking at the amount of informations and updates she obtained from her flat-screened computer.
Yea, i hate to admit, but i feel kind of left out for being in matrix while all my friends are in their peak moment of happiness and fear free despite pressure from examinations. At least to get a slice of entertainment is so easy for them compared to me, mentally and physically locked in a four walls college.
Should i feel grateful or am i whining too much due to the comfortable and city life i use to have? Nevertheless, everyone is different. Maybe i am unique with my own way. Why compare as this might has been the best for me?
Frankly speaking, life in matriculation is not what i had expected-exciting and exhilarating most of the time. Maybe it is because of there is too few chinese, not even 100. Thank God there is third intake students. Really hope i can find a good friend that listen to blasting songs, crap a lot and of cause be there for me when i need a pillar of support. I don't wish that person can be almost like my secondary besties, but at least someone that can make me feel genuinely comfortable to share everything with.
Ok, lets transform to a happier mode. Karnival Kokurikulum Matrikukasi (KAKOM) 2010 has just ended fantastically on 28 July 2010, leaving the best piece of memory in my mind. I really enjoy the ambience of Johor Matriculation College though the landscape is almost tantamount to my college. However, the garden ubiquitous, much spacious and well-equipped college with stadium and squash court truly enticed my heart and bailing a temptation to migrate from KMP to KMJ. Less Claustrophobic i can feel, even the toilet is more comfortable than KMP toilet as we don't have to share with tremendous amount of malicious mosquitoes and orange black stripes charlie, all thanks to the emerald paddy fields.
To be apart of KAKOM participant truly gave me an eye opening experience and breath of freedom, far far away from boredom as we were very pampered and entertained there. Free T-shirts, jersey, sports shoe, cap, six meals a day, two dozens of mineral water, and oranges, bananas and breads, each 16 units. Imagine the amount of money government has invested to make this sports carnival a success. The spirit of sports is protruded clearly by each of the colleges. Cheers and shouts of slogans can be heard everywhere.
here are some pics
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| kawad girls cladded in blue jersey depicting KMP |
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| Johor Matrik can fit a stadium with track! how big is that |
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| the room in KMJ |
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| and our fight for gold medal begins here-this is where we compete |
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| but before that lots of preparation had been done. besides daily training, shoe polishing is really crucial |
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| Phua Chu Kang |
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| besides sacrificing time for footdrill practice and shoe polishing, i need to wear the headscarf for the sake of uniformity. good experience though, i can now teach tong kwun =P |
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| Our most commendable and proud moment : Second place for best formation. Didnt expect that at all coz we did a lot of mistakes compared to kawad asas |
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and also best comander of the year! Wani was the only female comander among all the squads. Thumbs up for her courage and calmness in giving commands     boys in cloud nine |
And so, the 4 days long competiton ended with Labuan Matriculation emerging as the champion, again grasping the top prize every year. Next year the host for KAKOM would be Selangor Matriculation college with their stunning yut entertaining and creative welcoming performance-altering Justin Bieber's song, Baby into their very own version.
Will certainly miss KMJ for its accommodation and also the freezing cold water!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Zap Zap Zap
Crap first day of exam. In within a blink of eyes, two months has passed and i am sitting in the classroom cracking my head trying to write a single word for my essay introduction. What the heck! Jah~ the examination atmosphere is almost tantamount to SPM examination! what the heck man..we are not allowed to bring pensel case and most ridiculously the calculator cover. At least in SPM we are permitted to bring that particular thin rectangular blue calculator blanket. Now i know the use of speaker mounted on the wall every classroom. Technically, they convey all the instructions, rules and regulations of examination through that small box.
English today was speechless. I always feel unprepared. probably is because i dont read a lot that very less nerve cell is being produced. Haih..i really want to achieve my 2010 resolution which is to read 12 novels. Is that possible? In my heart, it says yes and is really pumped with adrenaline to accomplish it. But yea, high discipline is required. I must ACCOMPLISH IT NO MATTER WHAT!!!! ROAR~~~~
Switching to another issue which is chemistry test, i really needto thank God for all the power He gave. Walau weh~~ the bulb on my head lights up everytime only when the exam officer is about to snatch the answer sheets away and ditch me pleading like a baby.Fuh, but at least I got to scribble my answer as fast as the speed of light. Jah!
Two papers are gone, two more yet to go. BIO~~ crap. ><
English today was speechless. I always feel unprepared. probably is because i dont read a lot that very less nerve cell is being produced. Haih..i really want to achieve my 2010 resolution which is to read 12 novels. Is that possible? In my heart, it says yes and is really pumped with adrenaline to accomplish it. But yea, high discipline is required. I must ACCOMPLISH IT NO MATTER WHAT!!!! ROAR~~~~
Switching to another issue which is chemistry test, i really needto thank God for all the power He gave. Walau weh~~ the bulb on my head lights up everytime only when the exam officer is about to snatch the answer sheets away and ditch me pleading like a baby.Fuh, but at least I got to scribble my answer as fast as the speed of light. Jah!
Two papers are gone, two more yet to go. BIO~~ crap. ><
Monday, July 5, 2010
Cause You Have a Bad Day
Almost everyday is a bad day. The day before yesterday, yesterday, today and who knows, tomorrow will be a bad day. What the heck! It is to one extend that me writing here is totally speechless in describing it. Heap of homeworks, slapped with embarrassment day by day especially and PARTICULARLY during every chemistry tutorial. I would have to endure all sorts of obstacles. there's one moment i felt like crying but sudden rush of optimism from my two fists sized brain told me to hold back and be strong. And thanks to Choy, with his empowering phrase " SO WHATTTTTT !!!!!!!!! " has driven an unexpected optimism and also ebullience in holding on and never give in.
I've begun to change slowly. Less pessimistic. I can do it. Yea.
Hmm..freaking examinations, quizes wtf la. But in another way of thinking, my study methods have changed drastically thanks to the bullet train speed of teaching, tonnes of homeworks and also energy eroding footdrill. I start to study before and after teacher teach, wake up 4am, yet feeling that it is not early enough and apparently utterly immune to the sea of darkness. urgh..what happen to me? Maybe it is a good thing. phew.. optimism!
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First assessment is no longer creeping but touting with high velocity. Right after the dreading pre-assessment, one decade celbration, here comes the war for a few percent of our 4flats. Jahhh...
I will never let myself down anymore. I will make sure that though or if i cant obtain a great results, al least i am already occupied with self-belief. You, chemistry, i'll beat you down. What so hard to tumble you down? Just wait and see.
The new me has arrived, pumped with ebullience all the time. and the " SO WHATTTTTTTT " attitude!
Smile no matter what. Create Positive Aura For The Sake Of Your Love's One.
Everyone is having the own problem and i am not excluded. But i aam so much ok than them. I strongly believe that. and shuddup devils! cause i know i can do it!
I've begun to change slowly. Less pessimistic. I can do it. Yea.
Hmm..freaking examinations, quizes wtf la. But in another way of thinking, my study methods have changed drastically thanks to the bullet train speed of teaching, tonnes of homeworks and also energy eroding footdrill. I start to study before and after teacher teach, wake up 4am, yet feeling that it is not early enough and apparently utterly immune to the sea of darkness. urgh..what happen to me? Maybe it is a good thing. phew.. optimism!
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First assessment is no longer creeping but touting with high velocity. Right after the dreading pre-assessment, one decade celbration, here comes the war for a few percent of our 4flats. Jahhh...
I will never let myself down anymore. I will make sure that though or if i cant obtain a great results, al least i am already occupied with self-belief. You, chemistry, i'll beat you down. What so hard to tumble you down? Just wait and see.
The new me has arrived, pumped with ebullience all the time. and the " SO WHATTTTTTTT " attitude!
Smile no matter what. Create Positive Aura For The Sake Of Your Love's One.
Everyone is having the own problem and i am not excluded. But i aam so much ok than them. I strongly believe that. and shuddup devils! cause i know i can do it!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Courage is all one needs
In essay writing, you do not need to show off your flairs, skills and technique, implementing every single thing you have learned in tuition class and school English class. Neither complex sentence nor BIG BIG vocabulary a necessity. A simple fluent flow of words and sentences are all you require. Just like life, we do not need opulent car, firm grasp of power in hands and being able to spend money lavishly, having not to think twice so that the next time a stalker asks an inevitable common ice breaking question, how’s life? you do not have to struggle to find the best word to describe, but answer haughtily, life’s good!
Living to impress the others is not living, but constant self-buried to failure.
But how deep am I immersing myself in this statement?
I’ve yet to let go my older self.
Egoism is what everyone try to standby most of the time, but not realising.
I am proud and impress yet envy of Patrick Lim. Having the golden opportunity to choose the path he wants. I sounded as if I do not have the same chance. ><
Everyone has got the chance given including me to pursue your own dream. But the daunting question in disguise is something hostile everyone has been shirking.
Are you dare to dream?
While the cowards would like to stay cocooned forever, the hero and heroin would anchor themselves sturdily in what they believe in.
The first pick is my answer which clearly reflects on how deep am I immersing myself in the statement above. Sometimes I really do hope my academic results fit the future career I wish to pursue. While sceptics and cynics would certainly booed me for my bizarre choice, some comrades would give the best piece of advice to me. I have to concede they are right. I live the life I am living now. Its my life after all. Its my world after all. The most vital thing is the life I will be pursing is a life out of the blue cage and to the colourful world.
In simple, I ought to do something I love but not something that every individual will have their eyes pop in amaze and mouth wide open and ended with an O shape. Who cares? As long as I can do what I want to do.
However, saying is easy, but doing it is another matter.
Yes, I wish to pursue TESOL and be like the inspiring Miss Mastura and Mr. Shawn Patrick. Unfortunately, when a little discouragement words were thrown on me, I toppled down. How vulnerable. Yes. I dare not dream. What if I wish to grab the rope and swing myself to happiness now? I am afraid it is too late. I am going for Perlis Matriculation Perlis this Sunday. When there is will, there is way. How true is this statement? I am uncertain.
Perhaps another thinking perspective will help. I might need to work on something that I don’t fancy much initially, but will bear me heaps of fruit that I can enjoy in the coming ages. Then, I will race myself out of the boring job and start doing things I like.
With mission and vision, I will keep myself reaching for the gleaming stars I have been aiming for. Satisfaction in life is when I can do what I love the most and modesty and not being measured by wealth.
I need to keep the faith that perhaps after matriculation I will have sheer solid courage and bravery to venture in environment related course or something that I can give to community like doctor or teacher. I really, have the passion to teach. And the driving force to heal either people or the mother earth. =] despise what the cynics will say. They are all money minded! =P
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
29th April 2010
It was the first day of work as a promoter recommended by Tong Kwun under an agency named ET Hub. We (Serene, Maggie and I) left my house at about 840am lest we couldn’t find the place. However, we reached about 20 minutes earlier. The day started by electrocuting four of us (including Tong Kwun) to boredom having to wait in the enormous yellow Hilux car for some procedures to be completed by the employees of ET Hub. And the typical Hilux had roared to life since 930am till 1230pm before our journey to the first location, Taylor College began.
Finally, the wait had come to an end and just before the smell of excitement to embark on this new job greeted our nostrils, without our knowing, the incense of torment had wafted in the air first. When we first donned on the outfit given which was a snow white one piece dress, complaint, whiner, moan and groan erupted in Taylor College’s toilet.
“We look like a nurse; white dress, white legging and white heels. Urgh!”
“Oh, I should have brought my legging. The dress is so thin that my under garment can be seen.”
“ Such an ugly outfit!”
“Everyone looks as if they are pregnant with this dress.”
And so the grumble continues..
Basically, our job involves us give out samples, tell them about the voucher attached with the sample and try the face moisturizer on their hand. Yucky! That was the least thing I did. Yeah, I was lazy to do so plus I found it very unnecessary and awkward. Met Jason Lim and Elena too. Awkward feeling is undeniable. We got to know Max too, the assistant supervisor of ET Hub. Small enchanting eyes and the dark tanned skin colour he she has are the only few features she has that can portray her as a he. And she has got the flat chest that amazed us at the same time make us curious on how she does it. =P so far, she is the friendliest and still retain the element of childish or maybe those are the soft side of her and also her flaw of becoming a male. We love to joke with her, tease her and make her mad. She is still a very loving, caring and kind hearted person (a typical characteristic of a female) despite all her efforts to show us her masculinity such as carrying large tables. The only point that make us feel she is like a he is when she drive Hilux with great speed and hands off the stereng while fixing her hair. Haha…that cute little fella with dimples on her upper cheeks.
Time seems to pass very slowly when working for ET hub.
The next location we ventured is Celebrity Fitness nestled in Lot 10. An urge to quit this job immediately arose upon reaching the place as there were a lot of muscular men with excess testosterone hormone and not forgetting the homosexuals. The men gazed at us cynically and curiously whereas the women were just too busy to just land a gaze on us. Those cynics just couldn’t stop showing off their torso with their extra small size outfit. Stretching it. When the night approached, we were added with extra duty which was to promote our exchange programme emphasizing on trading the mens’ facial cleanser with a whole new Loreal Men Expert Facial Cleanser. How reasonable.
30th March 2010
Second day of work kicked off with Serene and Maggie having to wait for the latecomer-me. And the winner goes to Miss Serene for being the earliest to reach Cempaka station. With her hitting the clock at 0810am, Miss Maggie who was not bad either arrived at 0845am and the biggest loser goes too me. I admit having myself chillaxing and lingering at home. >< and so we headed to the mamak store nestled nearby the office to have breakfast since Serene and Maggie had not eaten. This really elevated the guilt. I reckoned that it would be trifle awkward if I were to see them devoured those high calorific scrumptious mee goreng and roti pisang and gulped the sweet-to-the-ultimate milo that no matter one say kurang manis, the sickening concentrated sweet taste will still prevail. So, a plate of nostalgic roti tisu, an Indian delicacy with sugar ubiquitous and a few 10cent round brownish-yellow dots on the crispy crunchy cone shaped dough was on the table now. A twinge of guilt evoked as I witnessed the making of roti tisu. Thick yellow butter was spread all over the flattened dough and fistful of sugar was dashed swiftly like perpetual snows. And the aftermath, my mouth, chin and fingers appealed an army of ants. Nevertherless, it was fun to finally got to savour the crispy “tissue” which I used to have it for my supper together with a bunch of mischievous siblings and cousins when I was tender.
Ultimately, a once in a while unhealthy sinful breakfast ended not having our stomach filled but red plastic bag hanging obnoxiously in our fingers. @@
Amazingly, after 4 hours in Segi College Damasara, the Indian dough was still bristle and rustle gracefully in my mouth with every chew. Probably the glaring sun had served as natural microwave heating.
p/s : Segi has got an exquisite large cuboid shaped swimming pool! The ultramarine pool with a lofty clock tower standing rigidly at end creates a superb scenic view.
The whole Tuesday hit me with extreme guilt as we had the sinfully tempting pizza in PizzaHut 1Utama for lunch+dinner. I just kept stuffed those palatable cheese rich bread continuously without a halt like a hungry wolf though I was not at all ravenous. Hah! Greed attack I called it. I just love pizza plus we were dining for free. So I did not mind adding some grams cause I didn’t think I will. Haha.. and the working period began at late hour for the first time. We started at about 7pm compared to the usual 5pm. Thanks to the torrential rain, heavy traffic and lazy bosses. Hehe…
31st march 2010
Third day unveiled without Serene and Maggie boisterous laughter, sporadic craps and plays. Nevertheless Li Mi and Sze man were here today to replace the duo. And the typical day proceeded with typical things to be fulfilled. Distributing samples, explaining the usage and trying the contagious white moisturizer gel cream on some sweaty or dry, frigid or warm, bony or fat-thick, fair or charcoal dark, hairy or shave clean hands. That was how I would describe Monash College male students. There were a few flamboyant gentlemen whose features had slight akin to the Korean boys to mentos cool, conceit maybe male student that did not want to take your sample as a mean of courtesy unless you insisted. Too bad I did not encounter Clement. Standing at 183cm, I would have to talk to him as if he is some KL Tower.
Lunch was economy rice which cost me RM3.50 at Subang food court, opposite INTI College that offers variety food and drinks from A to Z typically. From Chinese cuisine to Thai food, Western a la carte to Sarawak mee, Indian spiced chapatti and tosai to Malay food, Dim Sum to rojak, Chinese Tong Sui to ais kacang. Enroute to our next destination, our meadow green Unser driven by Max collided the back of a car while she was trying to reverse the gigantic car. Ooppss..no one saw it we guess. Abruptly, a familiar lean guy clad a red T-shirt emerged, looking quite blur, still trying to interpret what had just occurred. Finally, when he was done, he started taking out his cellphone and dialed someone. We reckoned that was his car. But we acted nonchalantly and whizzed along the road as quick as possible.
Sunway pyramid here we are! I’d never been to this big lion head shopping complex before. Ecstatic I was but I was too sleepy to react. There. Sunway Lagoon. It was drizzling that day and some big walls had blocked the view of the magnificent water splash theme park. Again a monotonous 5 hours in Celebrity Fitness. Our mood were lifted slightly when the guy who was in charge of providing gym addicted affluent customers towers had eventually helped us a lot by asking his younger brother to exchange a total of 6 cleansers with us for a new Loreal Men Expert facial cleanser. The kind dwarf malay guy also presented us a 7 days free trail voucher to every each of us. How benevolent. Also, a pervert approached us in a means to antagonise us. Dangerous maniac.
1st April Fool 2010
A mundane fooling day as no one fooled anyone nor got fooled. We were at USJ for four hours. USJ is a strategic place hawkers, fast food restaurants, kopitiam themed modern cafe, mamak stalls and kiosks as Help University College, Mahsa College and a great number of company are a stone’s throw away from this hub. Swarm of people from all walks of life will create a lively ambience when the clock strike 1pm. Chaotic. And every second we were complaining, whining, moaning and groaning in means to pass the time. How pathetic.
“What’s for luncner (lunch + dinner) ?,” I wondered.
We were in Li Mi’s car to Midvalley. A cute Perodua Kancil car was swift occupied by 3 of us at the back (Serene, Maggie and I) not forgetting big head Pooh and Tong Kwun at the front. Laughter erupted like volcano of all the sudden and lots of unnecessary piercing noise pollution stung everyone’s eardrum. We ate at MV’s food court. For the first time, I was devouring a Korean cuisine. Feeling of deceived evoked as I was actually swallowing maggi mee which was so-called Korean food. Urgh..should have known that ramyun corresponds with Korean instant noodle.
For the first ever time, we were hoping not to head back home early as we were given a mission to accomplish which was hit a total of 35 facial cleanser in our exchange programme. And after all the sweat and tears, we succeeded! Proud of ourselves. Of course we were fighting for this as there was award waiting for us. I don’t consider this award as any big deal as it wasn’t really worth fighting for. Hah. Nevertheless, we were just doing this for the sake of doing. And the award was Lilian is going to treat us a luncner tomorrow. However, we were alarmed when the dreaded Max said, Happy April Fool”. We felt like landing a few blows on him right a way.
MV celebrity fitness has got swimming pool. How fun. I wana jump down there right away! Celebrity Fitness has got the most comfortable classy large toilet which includes a sauna room. Wow. Wonder how is it like.
2nd April 2010
Friday was the most mundane day. University Malaya gave the worst support ever to the four angelic lass. We barely able to prevail in distributing all the samples. Nevertheless, girls power once again proved to all.
We were joined by a mass comm intern named Ah Keat, a quiet, reserved, modest who would just chuckle a little which we reckoned it as sarcastic laugh whenever we made fun of him. We labelled him Ah Cat due to the homophone. Hahaha.
Rows and rows of shops catering for hungry wolves like us flashed in our eyes continuously. A great number of restaurants for us to choose had actually brought some migraine of indecision to us. There were some restaurants that were still vivid in my memory; Ah Xian Dim Sum, OldTown Kopitiam, OldTaste Kopitiam, Sumo, Starbucks, CoffeeBeans. Finally, Lilian spoke. She suggested randomly that we eat here. Kitzhen. Apparently, we were the only customer probably it was due to the weird timing. 4pm. When it comes to free food, we just ordered what ever we fond. This time, I wasn’t looking at the price but zoomed in to the food that most likely pamper my taste buds.
This was what I makan. Take note of the hairy drink. Haha..
We burped our way to work. This time, the working system had a slight changed. We needed to stop by every each of the shops in every row and give the passerby or employees of a restaurant some samples. The best part was, we got to enter Starbucks, thanks to Ah Cat. The coffee rich smell that concentrated in the air gushed to greet our nostrils once we opened the glass door. With the comfortable cooling air, we were too unwilling to leave this perfect place. Nevertheless, we had to walk out with heavy footsteps.
The sun went back to its home and the vast nocturnal people began to accompany the lonely moon. This is KL. The night never sleeps.
5th April 2010
Hurray! Last day of work and also the first time I got make up on my face. Never in my life my eyelash is that long, curvy, thick and ebony, my cheeks are red yet not a natural blushing, my eyelids are blue, and my lip is glossy like a girl who did not wipe her mouth after savouring a fried chicken, quoted by Maggie.
It was a little bit saddening as the usual frenzy Max was not with us this time but the much hated Lilian and boring stubborn Eric would be with us for whole day long. Lilian drove us to MMU with Max’s white Viva not forgetting all the soft toys especially chicken little at the back of the car. Next, we were at Solaris Walk where all the classy and exquisite restaurant situated.
I had bitter gourd chicken with rice for luncner. It was torturing having to wait as everyone’s order had arrived except me. Ravenous, I ate some red chilies. Till the last bite, my stomach had yet to satisfy. So I ordered a toasted bread. Ahh….the crunchy sound that vibrated my eardrum every time I took a big mouth watering bite can be heard clearly.
A big break out when Serene discovered that she had lots of similarities with Lilian. And so we began to get closer with Lilian like how we slowly bonded with max. That night was a little boring as not many people could be seen lingering around the place.
Surprisingly, I met Natasya, a girl who attended the swimming class together with me when we were Form4. She was working in Haagen Daaz so we grabbed this golden opportunity to get a few scoops on every each of the ice cream without any feel of embarrassment. As we left the shop, Li Mi and I shrieked in excitement as the France imported ice cream had melted our frustrating mood and also pumped adrenaline for us to finish our dreaded job asap and headed back to the heavenly tasty shop for another scoops sheepishly this time. We were on the second floor of the Solaris building when we spotted a restaurant named beautifully and creatively; Schoholart. It is a way the Swedish pronounced chocolate as the manager told us. He also generously treated us some of the famous lovely chocolate and we gave him some samples. A worthy barter system.
Work time was over. And four of us barged into Haagen Daaz again. This time, Serene and Li Mi were there to purchase and me again were there to be melted by the succulent vantage ice cream. It made me feel bad for a second for devouring to much ice cream = ( but not at all after that one second =PP
We found out that Lilian detest taking pictures so we forced her and cunningly took her photo without her knowing. And the snapping continues till my dad arrived Serene’s dwelling. A little sad to say goodbye.
But it was a fun 6days with no regrets. the killing white stilettos , the snow white dress, the sickening moisturizer odour and the aching body.
It was the first day of work as a promoter recommended by Tong Kwun under an agency named ET Hub. We (Serene, Maggie and I) left my house at about 840am lest we couldn’t find the place. However, we reached about 20 minutes earlier. The day started by electrocuting four of us (including Tong Kwun) to boredom having to wait in the enormous yellow Hilux car for some procedures to be completed by the employees of ET Hub. And the typical Hilux had roared to life since 930am till 1230pm before our journey to the first location, Taylor College began.
Finally, the wait had come to an end and just before the smell of excitement to embark on this new job greeted our nostrils, without our knowing, the incense of torment had wafted in the air first. When we first donned on the outfit given which was a snow white one piece dress, complaint, whiner, moan and groan erupted in Taylor College’s toilet.
“We look like a nurse; white dress, white legging and white heels. Urgh!”
“Oh, I should have brought my legging. The dress is so thin that my under garment can be seen.”
“ Such an ugly outfit!”
“Everyone looks as if they are pregnant with this dress.”
And so the grumble continues..
Basically, our job involves us give out samples, tell them about the voucher attached with the sample and try the face moisturizer on their hand. Yucky! That was the least thing I did. Yeah, I was lazy to do so plus I found it very unnecessary and awkward. Met Jason Lim and Elena too. Awkward feeling is undeniable. We got to know Max too, the assistant supervisor of ET Hub. Small enchanting eyes and the dark tanned skin colour he she has are the only few features she has that can portray her as a he. And she has got the flat chest that amazed us at the same time make us curious on how she does it. =P so far, she is the friendliest and still retain the element of childish or maybe those are the soft side of her and also her flaw of becoming a male. We love to joke with her, tease her and make her mad. She is still a very loving, caring and kind hearted person (a typical characteristic of a female) despite all her efforts to show us her masculinity such as carrying large tables. The only point that make us feel she is like a he is when she drive Hilux with great speed and hands off the stereng while fixing her hair. Haha…that cute little fella with dimples on her upper cheeks.
Time seems to pass very slowly when working for ET hub.
The next location we ventured is Celebrity Fitness nestled in Lot 10. An urge to quit this job immediately arose upon reaching the place as there were a lot of muscular men with excess testosterone hormone and not forgetting the homosexuals. The men gazed at us cynically and curiously whereas the women were just too busy to just land a gaze on us. Those cynics just couldn’t stop showing off their torso with their extra small size outfit. Stretching it. When the night approached, we were added with extra duty which was to promote our exchange programme emphasizing on trading the mens’ facial cleanser with a whole new Loreal Men Expert Facial Cleanser. How reasonable.
30th March 2010
Second day of work kicked off with Serene and Maggie having to wait for the latecomer-me. And the winner goes to Miss Serene for being the earliest to reach Cempaka station. With her hitting the clock at 0810am, Miss Maggie who was not bad either arrived at 0845am and the biggest loser goes too me. I admit having myself chillaxing and lingering at home. >< and so we headed to the mamak store nestled nearby the office to have breakfast since Serene and Maggie had not eaten. This really elevated the guilt. I reckoned that it would be trifle awkward if I were to see them devoured those high calorific scrumptious mee goreng and roti pisang and gulped the sweet-to-the-ultimate milo that no matter one say kurang manis, the sickening concentrated sweet taste will still prevail. So, a plate of nostalgic roti tisu, an Indian delicacy with sugar ubiquitous and a few 10cent round brownish-yellow dots on the crispy crunchy cone shaped dough was on the table now. A twinge of guilt evoked as I witnessed the making of roti tisu. Thick yellow butter was spread all over the flattened dough and fistful of sugar was dashed swiftly like perpetual snows. And the aftermath, my mouth, chin and fingers appealed an army of ants. Nevertherless, it was fun to finally got to savour the crispy “tissue” which I used to have it for my supper together with a bunch of mischievous siblings and cousins when I was tender.
Ultimately, a once in a while unhealthy sinful breakfast ended not having our stomach filled but red plastic bag hanging obnoxiously in our fingers. @@
Amazingly, after 4 hours in Segi College Damasara, the Indian dough was still bristle and rustle gracefully in my mouth with every chew. Probably the glaring sun had served as natural microwave heating.
p/s : Segi has got an exquisite large cuboid shaped swimming pool! The ultramarine pool with a lofty clock tower standing rigidly at end creates a superb scenic view.
The whole Tuesday hit me with extreme guilt as we had the sinfully tempting pizza in PizzaHut 1Utama for lunch+dinner. I just kept stuffed those palatable cheese rich bread continuously without a halt like a hungry wolf though I was not at all ravenous. Hah! Greed attack I called it. I just love pizza plus we were dining for free. So I did not mind adding some grams cause I didn’t think I will. Haha.. and the working period began at late hour for the first time. We started at about 7pm compared to the usual 5pm. Thanks to the torrential rain, heavy traffic and lazy bosses. Hehe…
31st march 2010
Third day unveiled without Serene and Maggie boisterous laughter, sporadic craps and plays. Nevertheless Li Mi and Sze man were here today to replace the duo. And the typical day proceeded with typical things to be fulfilled. Distributing samples, explaining the usage and trying the contagious white moisturizer gel cream on some sweaty or dry, frigid or warm, bony or fat-thick, fair or charcoal dark, hairy or shave clean hands. That was how I would describe Monash College male students. There were a few flamboyant gentlemen whose features had slight akin to the Korean boys to mentos cool, conceit maybe male student that did not want to take your sample as a mean of courtesy unless you insisted. Too bad I did not encounter Clement. Standing at 183cm, I would have to talk to him as if he is some KL Tower.
Lunch was economy rice which cost me RM3.50 at Subang food court, opposite INTI College that offers variety food and drinks from A to Z typically. From Chinese cuisine to Thai food, Western a la carte to Sarawak mee, Indian spiced chapatti and tosai to Malay food, Dim Sum to rojak, Chinese Tong Sui to ais kacang. Enroute to our next destination, our meadow green Unser driven by Max collided the back of a car while she was trying to reverse the gigantic car. Ooppss..no one saw it we guess. Abruptly, a familiar lean guy clad a red T-shirt emerged, looking quite blur, still trying to interpret what had just occurred. Finally, when he was done, he started taking out his cellphone and dialed someone. We reckoned that was his car. But we acted nonchalantly and whizzed along the road as quick as possible.
Sunway pyramid here we are! I’d never been to this big lion head shopping complex before. Ecstatic I was but I was too sleepy to react. There. Sunway Lagoon. It was drizzling that day and some big walls had blocked the view of the magnificent water splash theme park. Again a monotonous 5 hours in Celebrity Fitness. Our mood were lifted slightly when the guy who was in charge of providing gym addicted affluent customers towers had eventually helped us a lot by asking his younger brother to exchange a total of 6 cleansers with us for a new Loreal Men Expert facial cleanser. The kind dwarf malay guy also presented us a 7 days free trail voucher to every each of us. How benevolent. Also, a pervert approached us in a means to antagonise us. Dangerous maniac.
1st April Fool 2010
A mundane fooling day as no one fooled anyone nor got fooled. We were at USJ for four hours. USJ is a strategic place hawkers, fast food restaurants, kopitiam themed modern cafe, mamak stalls and kiosks as Help University College, Mahsa College and a great number of company are a stone’s throw away from this hub. Swarm of people from all walks of life will create a lively ambience when the clock strike 1pm. Chaotic. And every second we were complaining, whining, moaning and groaning in means to pass the time. How pathetic.
“What’s for luncner (lunch + dinner) ?,” I wondered.
We were in Li Mi’s car to Midvalley. A cute Perodua Kancil car was swift occupied by 3 of us at the back (Serene, Maggie and I) not forgetting big head Pooh and Tong Kwun at the front. Laughter erupted like volcano of all the sudden and lots of unnecessary piercing noise pollution stung everyone’s eardrum. We ate at MV’s food court. For the first time, I was devouring a Korean cuisine. Feeling of deceived evoked as I was actually swallowing maggi mee which was so-called Korean food. Urgh..should have known that ramyun corresponds with Korean instant noodle.
For the first ever time, we were hoping not to head back home early as we were given a mission to accomplish which was hit a total of 35 facial cleanser in our exchange programme. And after all the sweat and tears, we succeeded! Proud of ourselves. Of course we were fighting for this as there was award waiting for us. I don’t consider this award as any big deal as it wasn’t really worth fighting for. Hah. Nevertheless, we were just doing this for the sake of doing. And the award was Lilian is going to treat us a luncner tomorrow. However, we were alarmed when the dreaded Max said, Happy April Fool”. We felt like landing a few blows on him right a way.
MV celebrity fitness has got swimming pool. How fun. I wana jump down there right away! Celebrity Fitness has got the most comfortable classy large toilet which includes a sauna room. Wow. Wonder how is it like.
2nd April 2010
Friday was the most mundane day. University Malaya gave the worst support ever to the four angelic lass. We barely able to prevail in distributing all the samples. Nevertheless, girls power once again proved to all.
We were joined by a mass comm intern named Ah Keat, a quiet, reserved, modest who would just chuckle a little which we reckoned it as sarcastic laugh whenever we made fun of him. We labelled him Ah Cat due to the homophone. Hahaha.
Rows and rows of shops catering for hungry wolves like us flashed in our eyes continuously. A great number of restaurants for us to choose had actually brought some migraine of indecision to us. There were some restaurants that were still vivid in my memory; Ah Xian Dim Sum, OldTown Kopitiam, OldTaste Kopitiam, Sumo, Starbucks, CoffeeBeans. Finally, Lilian spoke. She suggested randomly that we eat here. Kitzhen. Apparently, we were the only customer probably it was due to the weird timing. 4pm. When it comes to free food, we just ordered what ever we fond. This time, I wasn’t looking at the price but zoomed in to the food that most likely pamper my taste buds.
This was what I makan. Take note of the hairy drink. Haha..
We burped our way to work. This time, the working system had a slight changed. We needed to stop by every each of the shops in every row and give the passerby or employees of a restaurant some samples. The best part was, we got to enter Starbucks, thanks to Ah Cat. The coffee rich smell that concentrated in the air gushed to greet our nostrils once we opened the glass door. With the comfortable cooling air, we were too unwilling to leave this perfect place. Nevertheless, we had to walk out with heavy footsteps.
The sun went back to its home and the vast nocturnal people began to accompany the lonely moon. This is KL. The night never sleeps.
5th April 2010
Hurray! Last day of work and also the first time I got make up on my face. Never in my life my eyelash is that long, curvy, thick and ebony, my cheeks are red yet not a natural blushing, my eyelids are blue, and my lip is glossy like a girl who did not wipe her mouth after savouring a fried chicken, quoted by Maggie.
It was a little bit saddening as the usual frenzy Max was not with us this time but the much hated Lilian and boring stubborn Eric would be with us for whole day long. Lilian drove us to MMU with Max’s white Viva not forgetting all the soft toys especially chicken little at the back of the car. Next, we were at Solaris Walk where all the classy and exquisite restaurant situated.
I had bitter gourd chicken with rice for luncner. It was torturing having to wait as everyone’s order had arrived except me. Ravenous, I ate some red chilies. Till the last bite, my stomach had yet to satisfy. So I ordered a toasted bread. Ahh….the crunchy sound that vibrated my eardrum every time I took a big mouth watering bite can be heard clearly.
A big break out when Serene discovered that she had lots of similarities with Lilian. And so we began to get closer with Lilian like how we slowly bonded with max. That night was a little boring as not many people could be seen lingering around the place.
Surprisingly, I met Natasya, a girl who attended the swimming class together with me when we were Form4. She was working in Haagen Daaz so we grabbed this golden opportunity to get a few scoops on every each of the ice cream without any feel of embarrassment. As we left the shop, Li Mi and I shrieked in excitement as the France imported ice cream had melted our frustrating mood and also pumped adrenaline for us to finish our dreaded job asap and headed back to the heavenly tasty shop for another scoops sheepishly this time. We were on the second floor of the Solaris building when we spotted a restaurant named beautifully and creatively; Schoholart. It is a way the Swedish pronounced chocolate as the manager told us. He also generously treated us some of the famous lovely chocolate and we gave him some samples. A worthy barter system.
Work time was over. And four of us barged into Haagen Daaz again. This time, Serene and Li Mi were there to purchase and me again were there to be melted by the succulent vantage ice cream. It made me feel bad for a second for devouring to much ice cream = ( but not at all after that one second =PP
We found out that Lilian detest taking pictures so we forced her and cunningly took her photo without her knowing. And the snapping continues till my dad arrived Serene’s dwelling. A little sad to say goodbye.
But it was a fun 6days with no regrets. the killing white stilettos , the snow white dress, the sickening moisturizer odour and the aching body.
Friday, April 9, 2010
The Best Rock Star created by God
I can’t believe my ears. The sporadic melody that dances and vibrates my eardrums gracefully every time each of the song plays literally hold my breath. I have never listen to any American Idol’s record before needlessly to say the first time the song, For Your Entertainment blared on my radio, I was like what? The much admired Adam Lambert actually sang this kind of song that left my head spinning due to the unstoppable cacophonous din. Probably I wasn’t on the right mood for alternative rock song.
My perception changed when I bluetoothed all his songs to my phone from Mag’s sound tracks without my conscience. It just appears to happen naturally. As usual, the skeptical and stubborn me who does not appreciate good night rest, puts on the earphone and slowly allows the mellifluous voice of his to colour my mundane night. The way his voice reaches the high notes and hits it precisely and accurately, the way he empowers the lyrics so earnest that one can be moved and touched by how sincere he is toward music and the way his soul and passion overwhelm those songs are sheer eye opening, inspiring, motivating and he and his music are my solace of life. Its indeed remarkable and impressive. The raw talent he possesses has been polished to shine like a diamond on stage.
Though he is a homosexual and psychotic when performing yet he’s for our entertainment.
My perception changed when I bluetoothed all his songs to my phone from Mag’s sound tracks without my conscience. It just appears to happen naturally. As usual, the skeptical and stubborn me who does not appreciate good night rest, puts on the earphone and slowly allows the mellifluous voice of his to colour my mundane night. The way his voice reaches the high notes and hits it precisely and accurately, the way he empowers the lyrics so earnest that one can be moved and touched by how sincere he is toward music and the way his soul and passion overwhelm those songs are sheer eye opening, inspiring, motivating and he and his music are my solace of life. Its indeed remarkable and impressive. The raw talent he possesses has been polished to shine like a diamond on stage.
Though he is a homosexual and psychotic when performing yet he’s for our entertainment.
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