SUKMUM ROARS

SUKMUM for the sake of basketball passion. Don't know since when, don't know the reason (s) under the veil, don't know from where the desire emanates.

Guess I first touched your auburn skin when I was 16 for just fleeting moment. Truly embraced you in my sport profile after running as my first when I was in matriculation. Blogged about you before on how you always and forever keeping me accompany, allowing me to take you back no matter how far I throw you. I found lots of pleasure bouncing you on and off.

SUKMUM for the sake of basketball passion like I mentioned first. My conscience always speaks louder than me, in fact hollering all the time to practice moderation. I ain't good in basketball yet I choose to participate. The whole idea was not to humiliate myself but it's for the sake of passion. That undying flattering flame in  my body, mind and soul. Call me foolhardy but I don't think so. Anyhow, this time competition gave me a precious learning that I doubt i can find it else where.

It was an eye opening match for me as a rookie. Techniques I'd never seen before, spontaneity and critical thinking never failed to be applied. The whole ephemeral one month of inconsistent training swung so fast that we had reached the day to put on our best show. It turned out to be pleasant for we won the first game beating 4th RC. Well I don’t find it as our very proud moment for our opponents were not of tip-top players. 28-4 at least they scored 4 points from us. We should have targeted zero for them. Nevertheless, I managed to score 2 goals which were 4 points for the team. And thanks to Pyton, Ah Ban and Max, who guided us earnestly few days before competition and also cheering for us on that crucial day. Shouts of “7th college Ho Seh” will always ring in my delicate eardrum.


Most of the points were scored by our remarkable Lee Fung (ex MASUM player and also our captain) with full ease. Small face with pointed chin, oriental eyes with single eyelid, long pony tail swinging at the back of her willowy body, flanked by muscular arms, emaciated legs and who speaks with the softest voice however stammers occasionally, once give me an impression of hostility. However long we had been training together did not mend the thin bond between us. Nevertheless, the hardworking and a fighter Bball player like her really does not at all disappoint any of us nor she herself when a random powerful flung of the ball from a three point arched perfectly into the basketball net, erupting cheers and excited roars in the gymnasium.

(Bet she smiled widely until her face muscle cramps that night when she slept XD)

Okay, admit that I once had prejudice on her, but somehow she became my idol, someone that I target to be. I wanna be just as great as her.

And by the way, funny when I saw my DaB came along to watch us play. Guess the bliss comes from Yik Siew’s kindness for asking him to join? Haha… whether it was from his own initiative or angry bird’s invitation, at least he did come and that’s a very sincere gesture already. I fell a lot while competing. Few livid bruises on my arms so prominent that it couldn’t escape from mom’s sharp eyes. Hahaha.. as usual, I got an earful mutters from her.

Every time homecoming is a BLISSSSFFULL day for I get to savour lavishly on mom’s cooking and also her scrumptious and smell inviting cake : marble cake, apple cake, banana cake. The three cake I had in three consecutive weeks. Blessed me very much for having this BEAUTIFUL LOVING MUM. DAD was great and his patience can never be out-ranked by anyone (except Ady who I feel on par with my dad) for he did everything willingly for me all the time. From driving me home from UM to taking me to swimming. Most of the time I grin to myself when the glorious and noble doing of my family has eventually covers all the lacking and sins of mine. Thanks for all the undying love.

Prior to UM that Saturday night, another mouth watering meal we had this time at Dragon-i. Exorbitant though but definitely worth your penny for the famous long and chewy handmade “la mian” will never fail to give you that bouncy sensation on your tongue and lips licking at 360 degree desire. I ordered the spicy Szechuan Dan Dan La Mian with a good gesture remark beside the name, assuring the good choice of mine that I will have a satisfying meal. It turned out to be fantastic as the single sip of the groovy and thick soup added with peanuts crumbs and tinge of spices made you want MOREEEE! It was a soup-splashing-over-the mouth meals that gives you enough warning before your shirt ended up with dots of stains.

Meal can’t be complete when dining in Dragon-i if you did not order “siau long pao” – a cute mini pao-shaped pork dumpling, wrapped with snow white skin, and uniquely splashed juicy soup upon the first bite. Amazing and really make me curious on how you enclosed pork with the soup in a thin dumpling skin.

I Dont Know

Me : Mum, you really very geng ehhhh. Your apple cake is fantabulously scrumptious
     and mouth watering!

Mum : Of course I am geng, if not how come you can be so geng also? Hahahahaha


Dey, I am so flattered by my beautiful mum =) sometimes I feel a bit despair when my family moans and groans whenever I requested them to drive me somewhere due to my those events I participated. Like the recent one, PTUM and the bygone time like footdrill when I was Form 4. Snorting, squealing, grunting are inevitable, hurting my eardrum and fussing my head as usual. No matter what, I am extremely grateful that most of the time, they compromise with what I want. I realise recently that you don't have to show it out crystal clear that you are giving your support verbally or in action but a simple gesture of toleration and compromise do make much different. Thanks Sister, Mum and Dad. Though I still hate the grumble and mumble, but this necessary norm has been like the epidermal layer to my flesh, that has been a vital layer of process to be passed before getting in hand things I wanted.


Okay the point of both mother and daughter being geng are because these few days I've been sleeping only at 2.30am - 3.00am due to PTUM and finishing the miscellaneous. Like yesterday, I slept almost at 330am, woke up 715am, followed by one hour basketball. The rest of the day is walking to and fro around Expo area and Science Faculty. Now I beginning to feel my leg muscles wrenched in pain. After Expo, I proceeded to Mimi's room for APK report till midnight and burned midnight oil for today's English test. Duh, still manage to wake up fervently and energetically few minutes before 700am. This left me hanging with skepticism whether my body really has such robotic energy or something bad happening in my internal body. Hope for the former of course, maybe my body has started to accustomed with such unhealthy lifestyle.

Some pictures of the preparation phase prior to our BIG day :-

Props members

Fun Fair Group of Expo preparing their games gadgets

Us, making the structure for our lantern for our "liu chen biao"

Zhao Jing who helped us with the "liu chen biao" caligraphy

Ta Da! the product!

And lastly, here comes what three of us (Shian Feen, Siau Hom and I) had envisioned of the look of our "liu chen biao"

Though the "liu chen biao" did not received much compliment, (that I silently understand coz it was not that awesome though) but we made it in the end. The production of this humble scrawny-bodied model with  awkward sized tanglung dangling radially has brought three of us very very much closer than before. It was delightful to have them as teammate for the chemistry we had was remarkable. The signals within us were always coherent to each other - our ideas, commitments and sincere heart in making this real. No words needed for us to know what we each other were thinking. Only actions proved our thoughts to be in line. Occassional squabble with Siau Hom left me giggling to myself as I reminisced the moment. We both had the way too perfect click that sometimes my itchy mouth felt like brawling with her just for the sake of nothing to do. Meanwhile, Shian Feen always become our middle person, soothing the situation.

Today is the last day of Expo and Exhibition. Needless to say, both the Es have been fantastic though not like flooded with people like what I expected due to the bad weather. Exhibition had been extremely great! I was very enthusiastic bringing around people to visit the eye opening exhibition. Sea of multi-coloured buntings draped as a wall along the maze-like pathway, "ren ao" - statue-like structure which resembles the bygone era's China general, standing tall and sturdy at certain strategic locations in the maze, display of authentic traditional Chinese musical instruments : pi pa, gu zhe, yang qing and handmade ship which depicts the one used by those deceitful and tricky general during warring period. As I first steped my foot to the rocking flight of staircase, goose bumps hit me as the chilly air-cond soothed my sweaty body. The melodious sound of yang qing further enhanced the auditorium ambience as if time travelling back to the historical China 18th century.

Those are just way too freaking cool "ren ao" !All handmade consisting of numerous network of wires and painting on mere white clothes. The warriors during the ancient China warring time were displayed sturdily in the exhibition. 

Standing behind the glaring and humongous entrance gate aka "Lung Men" was made painstakingly and earnestly by our Expo members.

It was pleased to meet an alumni who was the fourth generation of PTUM back then who I encountered at the breezy night. Chatted a little bit about his current employment and also the history of PTUM. After the small tour, I went on to a booth called ARCN which was about finger print analysis. From the analysis, they would be able to help us to determine our eight intelligence, skills, characteristics and precise ways to overcome our weakness. My first thought was to let them sample a few fingers print of mine like what Wan Shuang mentioned before, it was for free. And since it was the last day of expo, I would not want to miss the oppurtunity to kill my curiousity. So i went and sat on the stool, listened to some blabbering and muttering while enduring the boring eyesight of two counsellors.

15 minutes later, I was about to flee from further brainwashing but was hooked by them. Shit this time I'm done, and in the end I paid them deposit of RM50 for further analysis. RM449 was the actual amount to be paid. I feel like I was so dumb for simply adhering to other people's advice. As much as I am skeptic on such analysis, as in I believe more on my own abilities rather to create miracle, my own foolheaded blundering into everything followed by self-learning

Monday

Grrr...what am I doing here at Science Faculty's computer lab at this bright glaring 2.20pm? Anyhow, it is a good omen for Expo and Exhibition of PTUM which greatly need this beautiful sun rays to shower our three days event. Hmm had been very hectic during last week midsem break. Frankly speaking, I do not think I fulfill the job as filial daughter enough. Too many things to manage yet I am not to complain whenever I compare my situation with my three commited Expo Exec.

What am I to say while I was sleeping soundlessly on springy mattress, execs were laying on the cold PT room's floor. What am I to say while I was going bersek for not completing what I'd targeted in homeworks, execs were still caring, smiling and lending us billions of hands just to help us finish our Liu Chen Biao. What am I to say while I was worrying for not having enough rest after training for swimming competition, execs only literally closing their eyes for two hours.

Thursday Morning, Basketball Down The Court

Basketball, like many other things, can be self-taught. Michael Jordan's phenomenal success is partly attributed to his great coaches and trainers, but the person who deserves most credit for his accomplishment is Mr. Jordan himself. Despite having his blessed talent, Jordan never slacked off his practice or overlooked its importance. Consistent practicing is by far the most crucial key to becoming an excellent basketball player.
Featured in this article are some cool tips and clean tricks on ballhandling, passing, shooting and rebounding that you need to know in order to enhance your basketball skills. Some complicated tricks in this article are demonstrated by famous NBA players such as Michael Jordan, Yao Ming and Dwyane Wade, which makes it even more fun and easier to learn.

1. BALLHANDLING

First, you need to learn how to handle the ball effectively or in other words, how to dribble well. Dribbling a basketball may seem easy, but to dribble smartly and give your defender a hard time, you've got to learn some special tricks and practice diligently.

Allen Iverson (The Dribble Master)

Basic Tips: Dribbling Dos and Don'ts

Use your fingertips, NOT your palm

At the end of practice, check your hand. If your palm is clean and your fingers are dirty, it means you're dribbling correctly.

Do not overdribble

Do not keep dribbling until you are no longer guarded. You should pass the ball as soon as you see a teammate become open. If you keep dribbling, your teammates will stop trying to get open after a while, as they know they won't get the ball from you.

Dribble by feel

Learn to dribble by feel so that you can always keep your head up to spot defenders and open teammates.

Push the ball hard and keep your hand low

Quick defenders have plenty of time to steal the ball, from the moment you push the ball to the floor until it bounces back to your fingertips. Hard dribbles shorten the time that you have no control over the ball and accordingly, minimize the risk of losing the ball to your defender.

Trick #2

The Spin

When you are in the open court and the defender has your path to the basket cut off, a spin dribble could be a smart solution. To execute a spin move (presuming you are right-handed), dribble hard with your right hand toward the defender, then stop with your left foot forward and planted. Make a swift 180-degree pivot off your left foot. Switch hands half-way through the rotation and dribble with your left hand instead. As soon as your back faces the defender, do another 180-degree pivot off your right foot and you will be facing the hoop again.
The downsides of this move: 1.) While spinning, you momentarily can't see the basket or cutting teammates. 2.) Other defenders may be able to read your spin and double team you in your blind spot. 3.) Doing a spin move too fast can throw you off-balance quite easily.

Trick #1

The Sweep

Imagine you are in triple threat position on the wing, and the defender has his left foot forward, which takes away your right-hand dribble. Now what would you do?
Here is where the sweep comes in. Quickly shift your weight from right to left. Sweep the ball across your belly, then move your right foot outside of the defender's right foot, blocking him off. Then do a hard left-hand dribble or two, and you're on your way to the hoop!
But be careful not to hold the ball too far away from your body, for it will likely be poked away by the defender. When you become more proficient on this move, try throwing in a head fake to the right so that the defender may go off-balance and you can get even more room.

Spin Dribble Demonstration

The animated player in this video (Ben Wallace) is left-handed, so he does his spin move the other way around.

Needa Get Pumped Up

Last week was Deepavali holiday and I was stuck in Um just to complete PTUM stuff. Basically nothing much regarding my academic was achieved. Basketball training seemed to devoid of spirit. Kinda detest the team leader. Aaarghh... Swimming training have not commenced which make my nerves bundle up...zzzzz. I need to brush up my skill but nowadays are raining cats and dogs which is the enemy of my sunny mood.

Fundamentally I couldn't recall much what happened last week accept for volunteering in EcoFilmFest.Experience = so so only. The film was darn boring and way too artistic that it really challenge my perserverance in widening my eyes. Duh...the Tshirt was nice, gained something from Greenscape at least : more information on organisations related to environment.

Ahh! One more happy thing was watching late night movie : you are the apple of my eyes! in Sunway Pyramid 1145pm together with Happy Expo! Hilarious and a bit obscene though. Hoho...What I remembered most was Zi Heng karipap hair! aka Elvis Presley. And not forgetting Wan Suang Horrifying driving skill == TheChibi Maruko look alike exec. hahaha..

God, my mood is not very tip-top today because it's wednesday. English with Sivashankari. Duh...a bit boring.  

Ok man..gona get pumped up!

" Here comes the days. Here comes the challenges. Here comes tinge of guilt. Here comes tinge of nostalgia. Here comes memories. here comes undying efforts. "

Last week was hectic yet enjoyable. Bittersweet memories begin to pour in. We fight, we play, we practice together for Che Ling. We plan, we burn midnight oil, we chat together while rushing to complete the souveniers. We help, we stick two heads, compromise together although we barely know each other. Seriously. The tech-savvy guys I salute you all. All the while my skepticism on you guys who always sit in front of the idiot-light-producing box, clicking and drilling the screen with unblinking eyes has shattered as the product of your constant radiation exposing routine with the computer bears fruit. Without your incessant research and trial-and-error in those intrinsic software, I doubt I can complete my delicate and petite invitation card of footstep form and also the programme book.

Overall, the presentation of our 7th RC CC's Talent's Night 2011 was lauded by most of the seniors for our efforts are ceaseless and sincere. Everyone poured their sweat and tears, sacrifice their sleeping time, cracking head, choreographing for hand-sign song. I couldn't really spot the flaw that night. Probably I did not concentrate which however upon review last Sunday night, I was slapped with truth. Yeah, there were flaws but OMG 99% was praise!

Thanks to the Multimedia Bureau, we had trailer for CC night, we had a last-minute-made refresh video on the whole performance. Kudos to Chin Loong and some seniors ( Chuck sang CC song to drag the time ) in delaying the flow. The closing was a boom though it was mostly SYOK SENDIRI - dancing GEE which was not synchronise. Hehe..but it was overall an ACHIEVEMENT!

Later after closing was the reunion and revealation of true Da B and Xiao B. Mine was Cherry, a Kelantanese who gave me DOMO

Bitter and Sour

Lots of things happened last week, well as usual. Tuesday we had our CC supper night. We dined in an economical restaurant, not lavished with curtains, dim auburn light, pink table cloth and whistling oblong air-conditional like Hau Kei restaurant. My table was the least merry I guess, but I appreciated what arranged by God. At least Kim Sze aka King Size who exuded little bit of Jun Jie's aura which was why I was fond of him, sat beside me, giving me a good company with his over-reacting and expressive facial expression that he worked on it so hard that his pimples seemed to be on the verge of explosion. After gobbling on the non-halal food, we chatted a bit and the peak was when ghost story telling from our respective matriculation. Scare the hell of us.

For this coming Friday will be our CC Talent's Night. I am gonna perform Che LIng! Used to find it mundane, boyish, not challenging ; after a few successful attempts on swinging few styles, I kinda like it and will pursue for the best without flaw - at least for those basic style *finger-crossed*. Those souveniers for the senior are done too. All hand-made with much efforts of meticulously and painstakingly in sticking, cutting, designing it. Hope the seniors will like it as I am the head of this thing. Ashamed I will if they are not satisfied.  Anyhow, A BIG THANK YOU TO MY DAD FOR ALL HIS EFFORTS, washing the photos for me =)))))

Besides, we are having another juniors and seniors bonding activity which is like writing to each other. This is really pleasant thing to do as I received love from my Big B, pampering me with lots of junkies. Hahaha..

Another heart-lightening incident was me given the oppurtunity to learn piano finally! My dream finally came true though not exactly piano, just a keyboard. At least there was something and that something was portable, just parallel to my intention to show it proudly to my family. Gonna start class this coming Thursday and I wonder when will we get to choose our keyboard. A totally reasonable and affordable lesson and hopefully I can learn a lot. Coldplay, Adele, Jay Chou, Soda green songs I AM SO GANNA PLAY YOU GUYS!!!!

Besides that, I am participating basketball and swimming for SUKMUM. Gonna practice earnestly every week, embracing expectation that I can sharpen Bball skills and overcome water fear, thus completing a lap!

PTUM also started the engine last Saturday. Our mission is set up the model to display our model list. Our draft is very ambitious, hopefully we can hit our target. For the sake of PTUM, I guess I am skipping Deepavalli holiday to finish up the job.

Aaarrgghh....with so many things and events to be done I wonder how am I gonna suck out time for SAB friends and family.

Sexay Vermillion Bloody Day!

 

 

Hohohoho...first blood donation 7 October 2011. I am proud and happy as I finally realised my dream despite my own health conditions : lack of sleep, blood pressure slightly low and weight two kg lesser than the optimum 45kg. Gahahaha..naughty me. Well the blood sucking process took few minutes to reach 300ml to my amaze and to be precise it's 310ml. Kekeke....

It ain't painful, it's fun, it feels good for you are doing for a good cause and it can cleanse your blood. Healthy ritual =)

Upon completing this process, I was given a muffin and a cup of Milo which I think they added sugar. Yuckkss..anyhow it feels calming and blissful as if it was Mummy who prepared a hot chocolate in rainy day. However, something unexpected happened after scaling flight of stair towards the exit. While waiting for Siau Hom settling herself at Bank Islam auto machine, I started to feel nauseated and drowsy, which I thought I were going to vomit plus flushing out roughage from my body. It felt like lot of things slowly creeping up towards the brain. Then, I lost my vision. Everything seemed to be rocking incessantly, vision was slowly shrouded by stranger's palm, throat and lips felt dry. Soon, steps became imbalanced and I almost sat on the floor instead of on the chair when Siau Hom directed me.

I remembered my head spun anticlockwise like the old Chinese scholar did as they were reciting verses before supporting it at the side wall. The doctor then hurried towards me, ordering me to lay down on the floor of the auditorium. Puzzled, I managed to ask him why but he just insisted. Laying on the icy cold and dusty marble floor, my leg was placed on a chair so as to improve blood circulation to my brain. The immediate effect allowed me to open my eyes and talked with Siau Hom.

Anyhow, this was a nice yet risking doing of my mischievousness.

p/s : This was the first time I experienced dizziness almost to passing out. During that brief moment, the foolish me was thinking 1) am I going to die? 2) oh God, please don't let anything happened to me that will make my parents worried and go berserk for my act 3) hahaha...doctor, see you are the one who allowed me to donate despite having low blood pressure and inadequate weight, watcha gonna do now? hehehe.. 4) Ady. What if anything happened to me? I just want You to know that I really love you.

Tata.

somehow, I just found that the blood pouch placed inside a bathtub shaped container made me reminisce the baby days...haha

ohhh...she is poking my vein!

Girls, let's shop lesser in Zara, Gucci, Vincci, UniQlo, Roxy whatever, you name it, let's eat lesser dessert which cost is almost equivalent to a meal, let's buy lesser fancy stationery that looks good, attractive but in fact less practical in functioning, let your face be naturally beautiful, accentuated with very basic rosy blush on your cheek and simple pinkish lipstick rather than thousands over ringgit you spend on SK2 when you can have the cheapest way to beauty by simple healthy diet. Replace the money allocated for all these to donating to WWF instead. The tiger, panda, turtle and orang utan need more of their skin for protection than us confiscating their skin for clothes, need more supplements especially for the cub than us indulging melt-and-gone icy cold dessert, need more of their own magnificent metabolic component in their own body for life sustainability than us using it for the sake of facial beauty that somehow will deteriorate.  

I don't know. Perhaps I am a girl of not fashion-influenced life style, perhaps I am an obstinate person who couldn't be bothered to dress up. But I am more bothered to dress up the innocent creature who are about to face extinction, I am fighting to dress up young generation mind that orang utan, turtle, tiger and panda still exist in their ecosystem dictionary.

Inspired To Be Aspired

Today. I stayed purposely in UM just for this early morning fervent activity, scaling Broga Hill nestled in Semenyih. Frankly speaking, I did not anticipate anything from this. Neither for the sake of health nor for the sake of making new friends. Okayyyy the second one was rather paradoxical. Yeah, I participated just to make myself feel more secure as in not feeling left out. Knowing more new peers, breaking the stone hard ice for me was essentially though not much alacrity; sometimes in this society we just got to do something to make our future smoother to whizz along.

The scenery wasn't as picturesque as I expected, the sun rise watch did not meet my expectation too. The outcomes of today's activity were getting to know senior Oxy, who was a chubby with rosy cheeks and ever sliding spectacles at his nose bridge, seemed a little bit simpleton and forgetful, not able to recall our names. Senior Run Er was a sweet little girl, looking young that we kept misunderstanding the third year student as second year, fair and petite, with single eyelid that made her looked more innocent. Both the seniors took great care of us providing us ample loving breakfast - Gardenia bread with scramble eggs and seaweed sheets. The part when Oxy lifted my leg to assist me to scale the enormous rock will always in my mind. Run Er sweet smile too carved my memory box.

In summary, Broga Hill was not as challenging as the one in Bukit Segar but at least that trip gained me some new friends : Gilbert, Xing Ping, Chiew Hui, Tian Song and Zen Yi. Glad to meet senior Ze Wen too, who is now second year student of Envrironmental Science and Management and also alumni of Matriculation College and most importantly, mother nature avid just like me. She seems nice and approachable, which give me much warmth, at least I am not lonely for some one is in the same line with me.

Calming and steady

very nicceee

my favourite!

Selamat Hari Malaysia!
Hahaha..at the peak of Broga Hill's .... stone

Later at around 1130 am, we arrived those seniors' house. We had an interactive activity on sharing our personal experience and feeling on Broga Hill after scrumptious, healthy, satisfying mouth watering vegetarian meal. Inspired To Be Aspired, the title of today post was written so because of what Senior Ze Wen had quoted.

When she scaled the hill in the eerie dark surrounding, shone only by the gleaming moon, twinkling stars and glaring torchlight, all she could see were her own footsteps, step by step, pace by pace, trailing the path spread in front of her like a ragged brown carpet. Yes her mission was to reach the peak safely though conscious of the danger, obstacles awaiting her. But all she knew at that moment was to only focus on the footsteps right now, right in front of her for no matter how hard she tried to peek on the pitch black path lied further in front of her, assisted only by little small light rays, she would hardly notice a thing ahead. Ultimately, working on the the circle of influence, all she did was paid heed on the footsteps she could take right now, and pace by pace, she, still reached the peak, the final destination. This is actually an acronym to our life. Yes, we will be intimidated by the path en route to achieve our dream. But as long as we focus on the task we have right now, one by one we still will be able to make it.

Technology bitter

From iPad to Angry Bird to Facebook, dominating the mindset of the young as the only alternative from boredom. Monopoly, Happy Family, Uno seem to have no place in their heart. Board and card games are labeled unfairly as bored and slow unlike Angry Bird which excites the user with nonsensical yet adorable squeaking bird sound.

Nevertheless, traditional-minded me still think board game beats nowadays graphical games. Board games which allow more participants, be it the whole family of eight members or the small number of only two, at least live human players are involved rather than the you-and-the-computer-generated-player and when communication within players are vital, one cannot deny that human bonding can be harnessed closer.

I still remembered those schooling days when exams had ended and everyday to school is just meaningless so as to end up playing games. Happy Family, is the pick during primary school. A very simple game of collecting the four members of a doctor, nurse, butcher family and so on by asking any players who deem to have the higher possibilities of owning the particular card.

Board game has always been more mind stimulating, exciting and warm as it brings laughter and also sorrow and most importantly, it is shared by numerous people simultaneously. It always requires you to act yourself rather than having a visual reacting to your clicks.

Really wish those days are eternal. Now is just memory. Anyone for an Uno?

Adrenaline!!!!

Soul Sister by Train, SHOWDOWN 2011, Michael Jackson bibliography are all stuck in my brainnnnn right now. Hahaha...spark is back.

It really works prior the onset of the day when you embrace yourself with the thought that "today is gonna be a beautiful day". Well, at least it worked on me. Delighted I am =)

Well, living in Kuala Lumpur has always been chaotic with complicated, demanding and impatient citizens, constant drone from the hustle bustle road and sickening concrete jungle of high rise building, hardly any greens at sight. 

Feel like letting out a scream as these images shuddered my mind whenever i am heading my way to work.

Can't wait for Sunday morning tomorrow for a cup of hot Milo with delicious Sunday newspaper. Also Father's Day to look forward as i can't wait to surprise Dad with my gift. Hope he'll like it. 

Posting some photos here to enlighten myself for this world. 

 

Lesson Learnt

#1 : Never to order people though you are concern. They'll know what to do as they have been in the line longer than you.

#2 : Do it yourself if other refuse.

#3 : To keep your mouth uptight no matter what happened. Stay far from being lured easily. Once you have make a decision not to tell, stick to it like cooked spaghetti on the wall! Hold on to see the situation first.

#4 : Use your logic intelligently. Open up your eyes to see. Double check on your work and never take shortcut.

#5 : Think twice before you speak.

#6 : Handle emotions professionally. Pointless especially to express sadness.

I Saw Ya!

2 MP camera handphone of mine has pushed much of the limit for this awesome photo, though it's a bit grainy. The shining bloke sitting in that director chair surrounded by film crews is Jay Chou.

Oh my, it was almost 4pm as i rushed to work that i suddenly encountered a few Rela members who halted everyone at Lot10. Bewildered, everyone obeyed obliviously oblivious of the reason. Abruptly, nasal-sounded voice blurted out from a megaphone pierce the air, and the puzzle pieces immediately assembled when i saw large camera ubiquitous set up beside the road.

The notion that the shooting of the highly anticipated film, Against War starred by two renown actors Jay Chou and Nicholas Tse in Malaysia was going on was further assured when i saw a man running with a gun. Without wasting any more time lest i'll miss the most imperative moment of my life, i hurried through the crowd, ignoring the RELA member effort of blocking us to the trail of sound that i just heard. To my amaze, i saw him. Clad on beige t-shirt with stubble around the jaw, Jay Chou had just finished another scene and was now having a break with crew fanning him and shielding him from strong sunlight with enormous umbrella. 

Soon, the KL hoop with bug bunch of  crews standing atop valiantly, beaming to all the excited and lucky onlookers who lined along the street stopped beside the road, picking up the rest of the workers and actors. Though i know i'm late for work and will be penalised, i couldn't care more to be discipline. RM 5 cut was cut off but who cares! Haha...five bucks to see your idol. Damn worthy. Beaming all the way to Pavilion then. Muahahah lucky me.

Beyond Control

As Gaelle and I hurried through the colossal crowd along Bukit Bintang Road, trying to cross the T-junction before the red light hit our sight, heading to Snowflake Sungei Wang just to visit Jerome, we were showered with slight disappointment as our breath-catching marathon effort did not paid up.

And so, fate had answered my query as we stood before the traffic light, as in why God don't let us pass through for I tried to hurry the whole visiting effort so that i can get home asap before my phone start ringing impatiently with Home as the caller ID. It's 10.15pm. While the night seemed to be forever young in the lively yet raucous KL streets with pouring notorious looking youths, middle-aged adults with large hole in the middle of their head holding hands with sizzling young lass, frowning middle east immigrants looking intense in their eyes, a sudden shrill shriek from across the street broke my deep ponder of a list of answers on the FAQs by my parents when i reach home. I once naively convinced myself that KL street is still innocuous as long as the clock has yet to strike at 11pm.

That particular scream, told me something was amiss. And from the spot we were standing, we witnessed a man on his motorbike incessantly swinging up and down something looked like a light saber on another bloke. The walkway soon clustered with curious onlookers, all were too stunned to make a move only to watch. When the light turned green, Gaelle and I hurried to unveil our curiousness just like anyone else. To our surprise, as soon as the man on the bike fled, the victim lied down weakly on the road with blood oozing out from his leg. Gaelle was truly aghast but i was more shocked with my own reaction. Guess the so called light saber was actually a long parang slashing the man's leg vengefully.

I was emotionless. Such scene can just easily been wiped off my memory. Not flabbergasted at all probably because i have mentally prepared myself in this sick society of such incident by the daily tabloid. I can easily shrug it off as it is clearly none of my business ans i'm not the one harmed.

However, for i thought i was immune with such incident, my thought was deeply perturbed which left me frowning all the way home in the train. Why why why were the things that popped up in my mind. Why did he just did that on him? Why didn't anyone help the victim? Why did the authorities or the so called street police  that was increased under the 1Malysia Transformation Programme didn't seemed to be helping at all? Indeed disappointing.

And my self-thought bubble was impaled by a pleading voice of a toothless old man asking for some pennies. Involuntarily, i felt like donating him RM2 which is a practice i seldom do nowadays as skepticism grew thanks to the revelation done by the tabloid on the unscrupulous scam of  beggars with pitiful and severely retarded face and physique begging in the street which the truth is their appearance are deliberately crippled so as to gain more mercy from the public which eventually gain them more pennies. However, every cent they earned goes into the pocket of the mastermind. Such awareness reminded myself not to simply simpathise beggar. Maybe i was trying to console myself, and so i donated RM5 instead as i did not have small change.

When i reached home, it was still a disturbing clip playing in my mind that failed me to concentrate on my novel. In the end, i turned into GLEE which clear my mind with much colour and laughter.

God bless Malaysia and its city and also the victim though he is not local.

GLEE - Rejuvenating

After sheer failure of abiding from finishing up novels - occupying the precious time with hibernation which i don't like practicing at all but what to do, my job is sucking up my energy and sacrificing three days of my favourite newspaper reading time especially Sunday papers which are full of juicy news when i can spend the rest of my day soaking myself with every article just like how spongebob sucks up every drop of water, i felt totally lethagic with no adrenaline pump AT ALL. Duh..this is pathetic. As much as i want some comedy for a little fervent injection, Just Go With It starring Adam Sandler deems to be the pick but the hilarious two hours movie is just too long to bear. I mean, i don't have much time. So as i hover the mouse through the list, Glee blew fresh air in my mind which is once stale with cynicism after the much boring few episodes.

Truly it was! After the magnificent energetic two episodes, i get my Red Bull. Something to look forward to. Cheers!

By the way, working in Snowflake truly got you bunch of stalkers.

Fun Fair is back

What a turmoil this morning with the 30 minutes of LRT train delay in addition on missing the monorail once i landed my stepped into the concourse. Late for 8 minutes, meaning RM5 penalty immediately slapped on my face. Urgh...flawed my punch card because im trying to maintain a good record just like how we were chasing for 100% attendance in high school.

Weekend as usual was usually sardine-pack as people incessantly pouring in. Jun Jie, Pui Kuan and Serene made me so touched when their benevolence sent them to visit me in Snowflake. It felt so good to see them. I couldn't express my gratitude more than treating them ( but i didnt as i short of cash ish! ) Jun Jie really put lots of magic touch on accentuating his image : dyed light brown hair and fringe on the left. Definitely suited him more despite unable to disguise his innocence. Pui Kuan, although she is not my bosom friend nor our relationship is close, she came too, driving her Proton car. Sheepish and thankful, i paid half of her parking ticket. Serene on the other hand looked pretty just like an angel :  silky shoulder length ebony hair with just nice fringe in regard to length and thickness, chiseled slightly tanned face, high cheek bones, large long eyes and lush eyelashes corresponded well to her inner beauty.

After working, Serene and I went to the highly anticipated Deli France for tea time. We have yearned to dine in there for the powerful lure of aroma caress our nostrils sinfully every time we pass-by the dim-lighted cozy outlet. We had scrumptious mouth-watering mushroom soup and chicken pasta soup which come with garlic buttered bread stick. Savoureux!

Mushroom soouuupppp

Wow! combination of two my fav! basketball and dance!

damn cute ;) the dance!

A Come Back

Working for night shift today for Pavilion. Okay, i admit, i feel blissful today. The long lost feeling due to recent turmoil.

#1 : Get to chat a little with Cola (assistant manager) who seems bit hostile but later on the perception is shed off. Maybe she just need to put on the strict-faced mask for the sake of the workers to be discipline and obedient.

#2 : Second reason is because Gaelle is working todayyy!! Haha..my best colleague in Snowflake, miss her much. now looking forward to see her on Saturday and also a big bunch of friends is coming to visit me. I wonder will that plan work. Haha...thx Jun Jie for all  his kind effort. Hope seats are available for them. Saturday is totally havoc.

#3 : I felt that today my relationship with other Chinese colleagues were less sore compared to few days back. Probably because when lesser problems bug you, you'll be able to let good things flow easily, casting away evil blanket that veiled you from seeing the positive sides.

#4 : Finally became a brave girl by putting on the choice of course that i've yearned and fancied ever since tender! Hope for the best right now. regardless of family objections, relatives' skepticism and friends' cynical comments, Environmental Science, here i come! :DDDD

#5 : My dekstop is fixed finaly! No longer need to use bro's laptop without having to endure pressure from him, restricting myself from blogging and FB-ing. So glad...fuh, now i can fully conquer the comp and use it to the max like there's no tomorrow!

#6 : Lito is such a good father. Despite of his wife intimacy with another male, which this matter greatly affects his emotion, so deep that sometimes his sniffing was audible and being the trigger of him having a few puffs, his love for his one-year-old daughter remains faithfully that suddenly inspired him to give her a surprise on her birthday, 22nd of September. (OMG same birth date with me if you notice) Tinge of honour imbued me wildly when he only told me about his plan. His noble plan starts with him going back Philippine without anyone knowing, and on that faithful day, he'll imitate as a clown, surprising her daughter. Best of luck i wish him. There's one day, i saw him chuckling and giggling nonstop on the phone. He was so delighted when the word "papa" reverberated his eardrum. Now i know how a parent feels, how much a parent wants to give the best for their own child, how much a parent willing to sacrifice everything for his child's happiness and bliss.

#7 : Lito said he'll talk to Jerome to have me maintained in Pavilion outlet after his departure as a mean of replacement. Even Cola did not mention of the transfer anymore. Cheers!

Nevertheless, my dad did a real good job today in advising me. Really feel grateful for his reminder. He reminded me of those foreigners con men who are the A-list actors in telling great pitiful story of hardship that have struck them individualy or their family, just to gain mercy and innocent sympathy from oblivious, naive and imbecile dimwits who will willing to fork out money just to aid them. Obscure trap. Beware me.

*clicked on some of her pictures just now, she smiled real broadly nowadays. glad that she seems happier compared to schooling age. the long lost smile. hope she is doing well. wondering the other day when she asked me to hang out is true or not. sigh (trying to puasa sigh here)

oh..what a day. It always feels so good working in Snowflake Pavilion. Feels so much like home, away from the dreadful, mundane and abhorrent Sungei Wang outlet. Cant believe Gaelle, my African colleague, agreed with me. I only came to know today that she was once been asked to be transferred there last time and after two days of work there, she cried for Cola's mercy to be transferred back. Hahaha..couldn't believe that. It's weird that i have more click with her than any other Chinese colleagues. Omg, i feel that im getting bizarre. Or maybe it's a blessing?

Heavy

Mixture of trepidation and hope fills my weary and pinched face right now. The onset of  novice working environment will embark on later 6pm. For some moment, when i scaled the giraffe-long escalator to my work place, feeling of drudgery imbued my soul. But then, it dissipated swiftly with the colourful and energetic vibe exuding from funky, pleasant and loving colleagues, which unexpectedly added more weight to my heart, especially yesterday.

Detest myself to the peak right now for consenting to being eaten up lavishly by emotions, subsiding ebullience and sanguinity. It's not the end of the world, quote i kept repeating. I'll be back to Pavi on weekend, so i can still see my lovely bunch of friends ryte? Everything happens for reasons. Perhaps my departure to Bukit Bintang outlet will give more joys than ever besides allowing me to abandon Lito rather than me having to say goodbye. In addition, my working hours seems to be dwindling much more probably because there are too many part timers in Pavi or it's another strategy by the AM to transfer me.

Yesterday Lito was not the usual Lito at all. Something was not right with his expression. Most probably he was as sad as i am? Or maybe he couldnt care more as he has already accustomed to the come-and-go of part timers?

Cheer up me.

Hit Hard by Shocking Abrupt Blow

My heart fell down with a loud thud, only the piercing ringing sound and heart thumping reverberated in my ears, my lips become dry of horror and terror, my legs weaken. I could barely felt any stimulation around me.

Why do all good things come to an end? Again the same old question resurfaced. Why me? Sob

I crossed my finger and prayed hard, that i'll not be transferred to Sungei Wang Snowflake. Please.

(Dreadful phone call, I shouldn't have picked you up)

Just finished James Patterson's Murder of King Tut. Truly a book that differs much from his previous style of writing as he depicts every detail of the ancient scenes attentively, precisely and painstakingly to give the uttermost vivid insight of the mystery which unveils the truth. Pity the young boy king who died at such a young age, barely reached a decade of reign, murdered mercifully and unexpectedly by three of his closest : his wife, the scribe who worked since his father's ruling, and the Egypt's general. The fact that his wife was part of the conspiracy flabbergasted me more.

Much of their true love, undying loyalties and sacred proximity since childhood woven romantically in the plot were flushed just like that due to the repeated failure for conceiving a live child. Such despair of the Queen led to the naive consent of murder. Nevertheless, the Queen died in a horrendous way too, not any better than the King's.

An eye opening novel. Kudos James Patterson which unveiled the elusive mystery of King Tut's death, as the scientist and experts once thought the death followed upon infection on his injured leg which years later they stumbled upon another suspicious cause- head blow, triggering also James Patterson to pry inquisitively for more.

King Tut

King Tut CT scan

FB-waste of time

yeap, full stop. Internet too, waste of time. sigh


By the way, day off for me is ain't my preference at all. I felt so empty, aimless, bored to death. I take back my words. Perhaps start working earlier is a blessing in disguise as i seriously.

The point is i had just finish my dinner and after 25 minutes of travel i am now sitting with the back hunching, typing wildly, staring blankly at the PC with my mouth feeling like stone heavy- i can't bear to put on the happy mask to talk to my family. Urgghhh...devastated. Perhaps not enough sleep. Never mind never mind. Tomorrow i'll be perky.

i really miss you very much, you bouncing gracefully everyday around me, forever coming back to me whenever how far i shoohh you away. You've been very loyal to me like a dog, staying close to me on those crucial days when i fell. Tears well up in my small eyes when i couldn't find a place to bond with you. The special place where we can spend together, just two of us. I confide and you listen, patiently.  But dont worry i'll be back to touch u again, basketball.

Sour A Bit

That photos, upon login Fb, i warned myself to never linger on that icon, to never open those album that will never spare me unscathed.

Stubborn, i clicked on it though. To my surprise, no surge of sadness only until that particular photos, salt immediately dashed on my wound merciless. Aaaarrgghhh but i can't be bothered. I hope to shut the door but it'll never happen because i know i will be regret.

Nevertheless, music heals!

p/s : missing Lito ;)

recent favourite : forever young by alphaville

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the, the madman

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, or never

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young?

It's so hard to get old without a cause
I don't want to perish like a fading rose
Youth like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn't happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let 'em come true

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, or never

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, or never

Forever young, I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?

Bitter A Bit

"So until when you work here?," i asked.

"Until September," answered Lito.

"Same with me. But why until September?," asked me again.

"Because i want to go back Philiphine and make baby mah," replied Lito nonchalantly which left me erupt the crisp air and cacophonous ambience with laughter. 

Hahahaha..that Lito is really a funny guy. Cute married scrawny young man. 

Aaaarggghh...by the way, my mood today was totally ruined by my devastated past. I really wish i can hate them but recently i realise that i no longer stick to animosity. I can beam on them if they ever appear in front of me. Bitter a bit partly because i was very distracted or sort of like rummaging my intricate mind like an entangled thread for an ideal fight or flight response. Of course i will not opt for the flight so basically i was preparing myself to face them if they ever pass by me in Pavilion. Should i say hai, ingratiate or looking at them with the glittering eyes of sympathy, hoping they will ever accept me or flushing away the presumptuos yet malice expression with my shimmer.

Puke me. I will never ever do that! Yuck. Gross. Eww. Shhoooohhhh bitches! You guys don't deserve to conquer my blissful day in Snowflake with those never ending blanket of sadness made up of your eerie and boastful laughter. Resentful, as i'd pulled my face so down that Yan had realised that. How unprofessional and disgusting i felt myself was. All this good-for-nothing emo even quench my hunger. Hmmmppphh.

But still i forced myself to eat like a bulimic with a bowl of distasteful assam laksa which in a split second burned a prodigious hole in my pocket. Rm 7.90 for an overly sweet mee. Nevertheless, my day was brighten up after 5o'clock, knowing that they will never come to KL again as they were departing, and also because Cola, our assistant manager was leaving early today opening chance for me to take one bowl of GJ bestseller back home without feeling a tinge of sheepishness in addition, i get to see it myself Ady's twin though i immediately felt the slap of embarrassment for not believing his words. Gosh, though they are twins, but they somehow are distinctive enough probably because Ady has got the more mischievous look. They both are really very cute and Ady is very nice and generous as he bought food for all of us.  

Nevertheless, he only changed 40% of my skepticism on his words. Although he neither fool nor lie on me before, i still don't take his words completely. He is mischievously irritating sometimes, pervert but only to the limit of tickling you but his presence is enjoyable. Ady is just like any on streets who looks like a notorious dropout that no other cure is waiting for him as he seems to be a good-for-nothing brat having no moral conscious or responsibilities as a filial son. One day, i saw him cladded with a jacket, tshirt beneath it, long jeans with narrow leg pants, body strapped with a sling leather bag, slicked-hair, munching on chewy gum, eyes half-opened and waking without the whole feet landed firmly on the earth. Well, maybe that is just cynical people like me think. He is like a rude samseng boy. Again, Snowflake colleague changed my perspective.

Today i worked until 1030pm. After the cleaning works were done, for one moment, i hope my night will continue with basketball. Heading to the court bursting brightly almost blindly by the glaring light posts from each of the corner, bouncing the ball with gusto, shooting the ball straight to the net followed by a slight jump, watching it arching slowly and consistently, accurate enough into the quiet hole, sending the net to swing a little. Satisfied and beaming, listening to the ululating wind, which later the silence broken by din from Darren and Lito. I pulled myself back to reality, knowing the fact that the court is somehow unreachable needless to say permission from folks.

To end up today's post :

liitle note tugged in my shirt without my knowledge. screw you Lito

Walao weh! I've spent three hours reading The star newspaper of the past two days continuously with mybutt glued completely to the chair. Gosh but this is just inevitable. The famous tabloid always has abundant information from A to Z waiting for me to slowly feed my wild curiosity. Worth it though much reading left my eye in drought and my body has started sweating till i realise that the temperature tonight is ain't the normal Celsius.

Darren is not here today. Little bit quiet. Luckily Lito aka Monkey is still here. For the four days of working, i've noticed that Pavilion shoppers bored me to hell. Those young lass basically has got the same sense of dressing, hair style, accessories and makeup : long cascading golden brown hair, thick mascara and Avril Lavigne style eye liner, flimsy and lanky body perfected with four inches high heels which leave them trudging, small exquisite and expensive handbag, sleeveless top for the sake of showing off their slender arms and petite shorts revealing their enviable tofu smooth straight lengthy legs. Sometimes, to kick off the boredom, they decorated themselves with a geeky lens-less black spectacle.

But today, two males caught my trend hunting eyes. Though it's not one of a kind style, but it still left me with much awe. Both of them dyed their hair white! As in not total white, slightly yellowish still, basically like those glamour frenzy Korean Pop group.

Besides those never ending young couples that seem like a perfect match which i doubt the temporary sensation of love and workaholics who face look sheer serious that a smile could actually shatter their expression into web of cracks on their face like a knocked egg shell milling in this luxurious shopping complex, effeminate males are ubiquitous. Well, let's not discriminate them as they are way better than most males out there in terms of etiquette and beauty. Maybe because they are too particular in their appearance which i reckon it as a good thing. They indeed look much prettier than most of us i must admit and dress more decently not forgetting the up to date fashion and magical touch on their face.

Working Bliss

Working in Snowflake is undeniably tired but every muscle aches with satisfaction and contentment, practically prancing against my skin gracefully.

Every morning, i'll have to rush like a mad woman for the train, walk briskly before the red human sign appear on the road signal, scale the giraffe long escalator so that i can keep my best time record on my punch card just like how i use to fight for 100% attendance in secondary school. Today i was damn early and Ady was damn late but yet reached before 10am and i got my card punched sharp 10am. After signing the contract, it's truly daunting that late arrival will be penalised- RM 5 weh!

After three days of work, most of the desserts i've mastered the preparation ways though sometimes my neurons are less connected and that resulted my slow impulse. Every morning i need to start with refilling the variety toppings such as green beans, red beans, lotus seeds, taro (yam), barley, black glutinous rice, peanuts, and kidney beans. The fun part is i'll get to eat those toppings every morning, as in i need to be the white mouse ensuring the freshness of the toppings. Sweet like a candy, that's all i can say. Darn sweet actually. Sometimes in the name to test those toppings, i get to dwell my hunger =P.

Darren was the first who talked to me on first day of work. He's an adorable Filipino with big round pearl black eyes, fair complexion, shiny hair with fringe covering half of his forehead at one side like a banana skin sprawled proudly, medium sized belly and hairy large legs. Another Filipino working there is Lito who initially i reckoned he was a Malay (oopss, meaning he was basically blur  when i told him that i've just finished my matriculation): 23 years old and the first thing that came across my mind was he must be a very hardworking fresh graduate looking for extra pennies, but today he revealed that he is a married man with a one year old son ( gasp ), played basketball and shared with me some skills with gesto and has three silver thin rings clinking harmoniously with a cross, hung loosely on a necklace. "Roman catholic," he clarified as i awed.

Also, Johnny aka Johnny Depp, from Myanmar with round gleaming eyes like slow loris.

They some how changed my skepticism on foreigners working here. They have something to offer : commitment. Gailli, a negro, further strengthen my trust on foreigners : 25 years old, deep eyes, thick lips, gypsy hair and dark brown complexion. She is currently studying law in UM and i notice that she has a big ambition when she told me that she wants to work in the embassy here in Malaysia. If we were all colour blind, skepticism i once hold will never come across me. She, in fact is so much better than me. As she demonstrated a few ways to prepare the dessert, she gave full commitment and responsibilities. Even the slightest drop of lemon juice she will not miss when preparing for the Fruit Tea. Every quantity on the ladle is scooped with much precisian.

Vincent is also another negro working there. Ady, The Mumble King, as i dubbed him, was our team leader. Literally a Malay, but not a typical one, flirtatious boy who came from Johore, with a protruding ebony mole size of a clustered 100 full stops on the left side of his face, curly disheveled hair, scrawny body with small shoulder always seen standing lazily on the counter, taking order diligently yet nonchalantly. You really need to heed on his English as one word you miss will have the whole sentence wired. Hahaha..as i said, he speaks as if he was sluring in his dream.

Chinese colleageaus are : Gary, standing at 190cm unproportionately with his anorexic body, framed only by skeleton, Shawn, 21 years old who finished his A level, Roland and Siu Yen, SPM leavers, Amanda, bubly small eyes girl and Wei Kiat (who seems hard to approach). All of them are young people who ooze out colourful vibe compared to my previous experience in Cosway where mundane zombie dead ambience was inevitable. 

Everyday is like funfair with a few tickling childish habits to ease the workday.

Mischievous habit #1 : "Many girls cried because of him". Famous quote by Darren who can't help warning to the girls, referring the "him" to all the male colleagues.

Mischievous habit #2 : Darren will always tied our apron with other colleague's apron or basically other things nearby such as barrel, shoe lace, chair, when we are so engrossed with our work. OMG...and he always said that i'm the one being childish.

Mischievous habit #3 : Knocking the back of the knee with our own knee so that the standing person will stumble.

Mischievious habit #4 : "You angry ahh sista?," famous quote no.2 which always popped out abruptly with no reason.


Till then. Ciao!

*currently addicted to Coldplay's Death and all his friends*

Feelings

When someone says : "You've changed." It's only because you stopped living your life their way.

Quoted by Nicola Parvin and i couldn't agree more. Both good and bad way.

Yesterday i was very disappointed on myself for not being diligent enough in doing research on environmental science. Wake up She Mei. For the past few weeks, i've changed to a more optimistic person which in my opinion, less realistic. Maybe i shouldn't been way too sanguine. A little bit of realism is vital, but remember, just don't add too much salt to yourself. =))))

Jogging cheers me up but not utterly. Jogging in the park has always been a beautiful thing to me. Always whenever i jogged, there are drama be it sweet or sour waiting for curious onlooker like me. Sweet couples sauntering beside the lake or sitting with a total laid back mood watching the fountain propelling stream of water, holding hands, confiding their dirty little secrets; urchins wailing desperately as their parents threatened mischeviously to abandoned them; children posing their best like a model for their parents' best shot; siblings screaming at each other for failing to return perfect shuttlecock shots; adults mollycoddling their children with ice cream.

Picturesque with family warmth and love tantamount to heaven where there seemed to be no fears and tears. A sight that always carved a smile on me while i'm jogging.

Tomorrow will be the first day me working in SnowFlakes. I felt a punch of regret actually. I felt that it happened to fast. Am i way too hasty for the taste of pride? Devastated in another way as i will be seldom at home and that'll leave my mum lonely again. I felt real bad right now.

I vowed to be a better and filial daughter each time. And i vowed to control my temper at home each day.

Okayyyy She Mei, this is not the time to be sentimental. Look at the brighter sight. Such incident slapped myself more to appreciate my family, appreciate what i have more.


First day of work, and i promised myself that i'll make no silly mistake, take in criticism with open heart, smile more, give full commitment and dilligence. =)

Kudos She Mei! You can do it! (of course i can :D)

Everything Happened For a reason? Let's just hope

Disappointed when I checked for interview result for courses excluding education. I’m not called for interview by UM. Meaning my dream to pursue linguistic has vanished. Keeping optimistic, I believe I will have more chances in the future. All well ends well I hope. Thanks for Tong Kwun reminder, or else I would never thought of checking those fussy UPU thingy. 

Suddenly felt spasm of regret as I did not really do a proper research on the future courses I wished to pursue. Nevertheless, there is still second phase, meaning there is still hope in changing my future. Upon looking at my sister’s current situation, I am very alarmed in making choices. The future we can’t see. But what we can do now is make a proper planning to reduce the possibilities of failure even though the future is still in God’s hand.

Diligently, I did some research. I was very panic just now as I am very clueless and doubtful like a wandering lost puppy. I do not know where I begin and my lack of cyber skills and creativity in typing the right keywords in the search engine clearly are the biggest advantage. I was very desperate to find an answer which is also a powerful driving force for me to dial Mr. Sean Patrick, my beloved English teacher of Minda Ceria Tuition Centre. Clearly and certainly he can give the best advice and he did. Thank God my voice did not sound shaky. He suggested me to become take up environmental science course in UPM. He really gave me breath of hope. 

Right now, I promise myself to be earnest in doing research, find out more on this course, suitable university and job prospect. 

I must do the best! Add oil she mei. Remember, you wanna be successful in this line. You wanna save the mother earth! Start looking for more. Read more.