It’s said that pictures are worth a thousand words.. Just thought of posting a few pictures that never fail to make me smile even if I’ve had a lousy day..
Little Ming Dao… ZzZz…..
Beloved Angie… WOOF!
Angel Junsu…
Siwon’s dimples!
Happy Micky!
Not everyone would share the smiles I feel out of these pictures.. But well, this is MY blog. *evil laugh*
No… No… This is not some “Cita-Cita Saya” kinda essay. Just a little small story about what happened at approximately 6pm today while I was trying to concentrate on a TV Series. Maybe it’d be easier to narrate in conversation form.
*O Jung.Ban.Hap ringtone is audible over TV sounds*
LL: YEAH? *answers phone*
UB: Where is ur MOM? Why I keep calling her can’t get wan! (forgive the broken english)
LL: Erm.. Maybe she’s not there yet?
UB: She’s usually earlier than I am!
LL: Uhm.. I dunno where she is. Have u tried calling the Kindergarten?
UB: I don’t have the number!
LL: ******** (real number concealed for security and privacy purposes)
UB: Ok
*click*
And I resume watching my show. Alas.. (note: choice of word here is due to CLP) Barely 5 minutes into the show my phone rings again.
LL: Yeah?
UB: She’s not there! Where is she??!! I’m leaving the coffee shop now.
(They were supposed to meet up for dinner and then he fetches my brother home.)
LL: Then what about LX (my bro)? Why don’t you drop by the day center and see if he’s still there?
UB: *sighs*
LL: Did they say that M is not in the office or not in the kindergarten?
UB: I dunno! They just said she’s not there.
LL: I’ll try to call
*click*
Clerk: Hello… ******* (name concealed once again for the same reason)
LL: Hello, M please…
Clerk: M ah.. Hmm… She…. Uh… Went back already ah?
LL: That’s what I’m asking you! (I had to laugh at this point… What ridiculous nonsense..)
Clerk: Haha.. Uhm.. I’ll check the time plan. Can you call back in awhile?
LL: OK
*click*
I resume watching TV while giving the clerk sometime. However, my phone rang soon after..
LL: Yeah?
M: Where is UB??? Why can’t I get through to his phone?
LL: Uhm… (At this point, I was pretty tempted to say “Please wait while I transfer your call”) He tried calling you but you didnt answer your phone. Where were you? Why weren’t you at the shop?
M: I was late. I had 3 missed calls from him but when I called back I couldn’t get through. All I heard was “Sorry…..bla bla bla bla”. Why can’t I get through? Where is he?
LL: Erm…. I dunno… (In reality, I admit to sounding alot more agitated)
M: *sighs*
*click*
Oh yeah…that was a rough outline of the happenings. I did feel somewhat like a clairvoyant for a while, albeit a fake one, since they were looking to me for answers that I couldn’t answer any better than they could. What’s the relevance of this story you may ask? I honestly dunno.. HAHA.. Good day..
Its been a week since CF camp. Slightly more than a week since that fateful incident.
When Anil suggested we play the “Tiang game”, I was probably one of the most optimistic. If you’re wondering what the game is about, its basically like a game of tag. But as long as you’re holding on to a pole, you can’t be tagged. Ahh..Good ol’ primary school games.
I think I’m born with the inherent defect of being a klutz. Barely 5 minutes into the game and I scraped my toe. Hardly noticed it at first as I was too absorbed in the game. Only when it started to hurt that I looked down to see how it was. Yikes! The sight that greeted me was a little shocking, I must say. My first reaction was that of disappointment. I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue with the game.
More disappointment followed when I slowly thought of how my movements were gonna be restricted and that I wouldn’t be able to participate in games. For someone like me, it’s like the worst thing that could happen. But all the other campers made such a fuss over my toe. Such overwhelming concern. Haha..I felt like an instant celebrity. Something along the lines of David Beckham, when his foot was being the most photographed. Hehe..
Well, to wrap things up, here are pictures of my toe. Right after it was treated and its status now a week later. Its much better even if it looks the same. I might even be able to wear shoes by next week. I miss my sneakers badly.
With that, I hope I have grossed you out enough… Have a good day!
Fortunately, I’m not all that into girls or else my post title will sound totally out of Baywatch. I’m fresh home from a trip to Kuantan (or Beserah to be exact). So this will be a post mainly on pictures of the trip.On the way there, we stopped by the McDonalds at Karak highway to buy dinner. Here’s me and my brother fooling around with the camera while waiting for food to come.
(mum’s favourite picture of her precious kids..haha..)
Anyway, while there, I learnt a new thing. You know how they ask you when at fast food outlets, “Eat here or take away?” Yeah… Well, my brilliant uncle said, “Of course take away! Who wants to eat at the counter?” Interesting, no? Here’s a picture of my crazily insane uncle who’s lotsa fun.
He was sporting enough to pose for the camera at least. Here’s camera shy mum. So could only secretly take the derriere view.
More pictures of the chalet and the beautiful resort. 
Kite flying by the beach.
Failure..
Followed by success
Pretty much sums up the trip. Most of my time was spent sick in bed sleeping. Poor me… What a time to fall sick. My voice was so husky that I felt I could sing Rod Stewart songs, no sweat. Worse, I couldnt eat much of the food I love. But looking on the bright side, I did have a good time braving the waves even if it was for a short while. And, we did catch a beautiful sunrise. =)
Happy Birthday to me!Hehe.. I was 21 yesterday, am 21 today, and will remain 21 always.
Fuh… Now if only that was possible.
Yeah… I know. It was only in my previous post that I said remaining forever at the same age would destroy the meaning, and beauty of life, bla bla bla… But it doesn’t hurt to daydream once in a while right?
My dearest kind uncle offered to bring me out for a birthday lunch today. He asked me where did I want to go.
“Pizza Hut!!!! Muahahahhaa…..”
You see, my uncle has this aversion of cheesy stuff. He always has this weird request of a pizza without cheese. Imagine pizza without cheese. Hmph!! Cheesecake, cheesesticks, or anything with the word cheese he avoids like that plague. Hence, my suggestion for Cheesy Bites of Pizza Hut. Some sorta sacrifice has gotta be made to please his sweet little niece on her birthday. Muahahaha…. Evil, no?
Anyway, I’ve been feeling rather loved today. Since as early as 10.45pm last night, smses have been constantly flooding in with greetings and wishes. About an average of one each hour all night through. It makes me wonder what my friends are doing up all night, not sleeping. Lack of sleep is bad for your liver, you know? Really wan… (I think la..hehe..) Most of you must be thinking, speak for yourself. Haha…
Nevertheless, a big heartfelt thank you to all of you for your wishes and greetings. I really appreciate them and am so touched to know that you all still remember me! *sob* *sniffle* *sob*
Have a good day and take care!
Cheers!
Dropped by Dad’s new warehouse today. Though still in the process of completion, the looming building presented itself to me. This was it. Perhaps I cannot even begin to describe what this place means to Dad. I know he’s proud of his achievements. So am I..
But I think that I may have let him down when I so quickly replied that I wasnt going to take over the business. Looking at the warehouse however may have softened that stand a little. Dad has been pretty open since quite a few years ago about wanting me to learn the trade. Though I’ve insisted countless of times that its not really something I’m interested in, he still persists in suggesting. Some of it must have gotten to my head, when I chose optional subjects like Commercial Law and Company Law.
Results of my final year will be out soon enough. There is not a day of which I can push the constant worry of it from my mind. The fear of the unknown perhaps? I simply do not know what to expect, except to blindly hope for the best. But after that, what next?
So many options present. I can’t seem to pinpoint a certain direction to follow. I wonder if I’m the only one feeling this way or if everyone is like me, uncertain and unsure, plodding blindly ahead. With so many decisions to make at this point in life, its not surprising that I’ve often pondered how it would be like to live in Never Never Land, just like Peter Pan and the Lost Brothers. Would life lose its meaning and purpose if we were to never grow up and remain carefree forever? Is immortality as a kid a desirable option? I’m not too sure of that.
Life itself would mean constantly standing at crossroads, roundabouts, or in these days, multi-tiered flyovers. Not every road you choose lets you make a U-turn. Sign(board)s you see are purely confusing (as all KL signboards are..). Sometimes, we wish that we could look to the future to see what awaits us, so that it’ll ultimately help us decide now. Yet, I don’t think that any path is truly easy. What we decide now would affect our lives in different ways. There’s absolutely no certainty to it. There’s simply no telling. Knowing the future could probably only cause more headache as we have to weigh between the different outcomes of different decisions.
(I don’t think I’m making much sense here. I’ve been typing this post for over a few days, but nothing seems satisfactory. Edits in the future are probable, if I’m not too lazy. Hehe..)
To sum it up, choices have presented themselves to me. Decisions have to be made at some point. Some are dependent on others. What weeks ahead have in store for me, I’ll just have to wait and see. I pray that things will turn out fine and wish the same for all my friends who are also waiting for their results too. *crosses fingers*
I’ve been having plenty of time to study the back of my eyelids. I trust that right now, no one knows the back of my eyelids better than me. Never mind the fact that probably no one ever has nor ever will attain such a knowledge than that of mine.
Sleepless nights have plagued me 3 nights in a row.
Yes. Kura kura. Tortoise. You read it correctly.
You see, a friend of mine recently told me that by keeping you engine under 2000 revs, we could save fuel. With rising fuel costs, I thought, no harm trying. It turned out a little more challenging than I believed it to be.
You simply wouldnt know its complications until you’ve tried it for yourself. Of course, if you have been driving in super slow mo all this while, then its a different matter. I (not from that category obviously) realised that 2000 revs and below means a VERY light tap on the accelerator. A little more than a tap and VROOM…! The rev indicator needle soars above 2.
With that, my goodbyes to:
That’s about it for now. I’m sure there’s more to come. A little secret though: I’ve not managed a single trip without surpassing the 2000revs limit. Maybe I should extend the limit to 3000revs. Now, that would certainly be more plausible.
It is likely that most of us have not been at a point in life where we have to risk our lives to save another. Well, maybe risking our lives would not be so accurate. Rather it is sacrificing our lives for the sake of another’s.
If you had to make a choice at a point in time to save someone at the expense of your own life, would you take it? Perhaps that person is a loved one or someone very dear. My first thought on this, would be that I would do so. I thought that if it meant that someone dear to me had a chance to live, I’d readily give up mine. But somehow along that flow of thought, it occurred to me : “What about my family?”
It would surely break their hearts deeply to know that they have lost me. Perhaps they may be proud that their child could make such a sacrifice for another. Yet noble as it is, grief is unavoidable. I wondered if it was fair of me to give up my life for another and yet bring my loved ones such grief.
It was here that I felt, perhaps death was the easy way out for me. The real ones who suffer would be my mourning family, especially my parents. They brought me to life and raised me over the years, pouring sweat and love to nurture me, only for me to throw it away for another. Was it fair to them? What sacrifice would be worth bringing them such pain? Would that sacrifice still be honourable?
Let’s then move to the person which I gave up my life for. Could that person live with him/herself? Sure, we see in movies where the scripts says to live their lives to the fullest to make up for the lost of my life. But really, does the matter settle at that? They would then have the obligation of taking care of my family and seeing that my wishes (if any) be fulfilled.
And what of me? I die. Nada nada nada. No obligation, no pain, no grief. Would I even be able to regret on the things that I have not done? Who really knows what happens in the afterlife? Whether it be heaven or hell or just plain dark annihilation and nothingness?
This is if a child dies. What about if a parent dies? A breadwinner leaves the family to fend for themselves. A homemaker leaves the breadwinner to struggle with both responsibilities in the family. Although with supportive friends and family, it is just another hurdle in life to be overcomed, a death of one parent would spell hardship in the remaining parent’s life. A loss that would be tough to replace. Indeed life could never be the same again.
Hence, from a living person’s point of view, it would seem that death is easy way out. Yet we fear death. I wonder if this was a fear planted in us right at the start as part of an instinct for survival. Really, why do we fear annihilation? Because of the things we want to do, but have not done? Is there really a complete list of things to do before one dies?
My conlusion? Another unanswered question..
In loving memory of Clayton, Wai Keat and Jun Hao.
In light of the World Cup these days, mention the term “supporters”, and people would be questioning “Hmm..which team does she support huh?” Well, correct me if I’m wrong but it is the norm of late and totally understandable.
However, as you would’ve guessed by now, this post aint got nothing to do with football. So football fans can just stop reading at this point. If tips on the next match were what you were looking for, erm…wrong person to be asking.
Its been quite a few days since the end of my exams and upon reading Chan’s post, I suddenly recall that I have yet to thank all those supporters of mine during the dreadful exam period. So yeah, this post is to you. All of you. My dearest family and friends who have given me support and strength to pull through yet another year of dreadful exams.
I think dreadful is a pure understatement of the actual state of affairs. I doubt words can even come close to describing my feelings during the final couple of months. (Arguably it could be attributed to my limited vocabulary as well..*shrug*) The tension evokes a certain crankiness in me despite attempts to plaster a cheerful expression upon my face.
Its times like these when my brother will be more compliant and erm..”understanding” towards his beloved sister and I get extra “huggy”. Wish you were here though, Sher-Li. There’s nothing like a good cup of limau ais, cheese naan and a game of pool to appease the insanity that threatens to rise. Wait. I think insanity is the cure for stress. You know, how insane people are actually the happier bunch of people. Hmm…
So a big heartfelt thank you to those of you who entertained my desperate calls in the middle of the night, who offered hugs upon seeing my tears, who constantly reminded me of perserverance when i slacked, who were by my side as I studied, taught me when i was blur, discussed when i was confused, encouraged when I was down, called when i was in need and not forgetting those who brought jelly as comfort food and all those lame jokes to make me laugh. I really appreciate all the support you’ve given me to make me feel so loved.
Thank you, my supporters.. I love you all…
