the mint affections

Moved... Again!

2008-09-19T05:30:00.002+08:00

Hey...

Find me at michng.com from now onwards ;)

Behold Oliver!

2008-08-06T17:17:00.006+08:00

I finally got Oliver (Ollie) on Mon, Aug 4 2008. He was 2 months and a day old, and just had his first vaccination. This is his Personal Puppy Profile:

'Oll' About Ollie!

Name: Oliver Curls

Nickname: Ollie

D.O.B: July 3rd, 2008

Breed: English Cocker Spaniel

Colour: Brown (apparently their colours darken as they grow older)

Weight (at 7 weeks): A whoppin' 3.2 kg!!!

Location: Kota Kemuning, Shah Alam

Name of Human: Michelle Ng

He was the chubbiest, heaviest and most handsome(IMHO) among all his siblings. He's also the firstborn, and the most well-behaved one. Puppies love biting and fighting with each other. According to the breeder (and personal observation), when his siblings does that to him, he just licks them back lovingly like a good ol' Big Brother! awwww...!!! I felt like such a proud parent when I heard that.

When I saw him a few days before I collected him - I thought the name Oliver suited him perfectly - he's all that an Oliver should be like... handsome, serious, dignified, noble...

Then I took him home. By the 2nd day, we were aready very well acquainted, and I found out that he's not so 'dignified' anymore... I would like to add new adjectives to his description: frantic when left alone, desperate for attention, goofy, loving, playful

He loves hiding under the chair...

...and under my car.

And most of all, he *lives* for human company. In one day, he went from "are you my Human?" to "i THINK you are my Human..." to "YESSS!!! you ARE my Human, and I'm gonna stick to you forever like superglue! WHEEE!!! *bounces around your legs*"

He often ignores me when I call him, but the moment I leave his scope of vision (or pretend to), he starts whimpering and comes bounding in my direction to search for me, as shown in the picture above. If you look carefully, he even has a dry leaf that he was chewing halfway in his mouth ;)

a new day

2008-07-09T12:49:00.000+08:00

we've saved the boat but lost the song...

. . . . . . . . ..

2008-06-30T17:56:00.002+08:00

thank You Jesus.

Happiness.

2008-06-19T22:53:00.005+08:00

Hey... Just a quick one :)

Remember I said that I was praying for a cocker spaniel puppy? *grins*

On Monday, June 16th Janet msg-ed me on gtalk and told me that her aunt's dog just gave birth to a litter of 5 :) :) :) I can't even begin describe my excitement that night!

That's one fast answered prayer... God absolutely has the *greatest* timing. Any earlier, I'd still be too busy with uni and [everything else] to train a new puppy.

Now Janet, Joy and I are all gonna be family :D

I'm going to view the pups on Sat. They'd be 18 days old by then. Someone has already booked the only female one, so I have 4 male pups to choose from now. (God, pls let no one else book any of the dogs before ME..... pls pls pls?)

Thinking of names. Edmund? Rowan? Oliver? Peanuts.... as you can tell, my brain's a lil too fried now for ideas. Any suggestions, ppl?? I kinda favour Oliver. Ollie for short?

(I used to want a pug that I would call Mr. Delicious Broccoli; Ollie for short. It's sheer coincidence)

Photos that Janet sent me. Aren't they the sweetest things?

(though at this point you can't tell what breed they are)

* * *

The weather has a been a little gloomy of late. I hate it when I have to turn on the lights in my workspace in freaking daytime coz the natural daylight is usually very bright and pleasant.

pffft.

* * *

However.....

"Happiness is when you drag yourself outside to water the plants, then you realise that it rained earlier" - michng

* * *

What Sleep?!

If I met Sleep on the streets, I probably would not recognise him at all.

The Bed rejects me when I try to go near her coz she doesn't remember me.

Have been living like a refugee for the last few days.. lol. This would be the 4th night in a row.

Ever heard of Polyphasic Sleep? OK, I don't even have time to do Polyphasic now, but I've been taking very short naps 1-2 times in a day and it's carried me through very well.

Merry Cocker

2008-06-11T14:53:00.005+08:00

Waiting and praying to own one of my own:

Image from Breeder Retriever.

Image by jeffdutton on stock.xchng

Image from Dog Facts.

Image from Cocker Spaniel Breed Council.

Cockers are renowned for their friendly, faithful, playful, quiet, and affectionate natures. They are easily trained and make a good medium-sized family pet. English Cockers have a loving temperament and make excellent family pets. They will often bond to one person in a family. They have a "go do it now" attitude.

- Wikipedia, on English Cocker Spaniels

*melts*

Holding fast to the rule of not buying "puppy-mill" cockers frequently found in pet stores, where unhealthy, overbred dogs are kept in bad conditions.

Anyone knows of a reputable breeder?

miracle drink.

2008-05-26T23:32:00.003+08:00

Recipe:

Many heaping tablespoonfuls of Milo (to fill 1/3 of the cup)
3/4 teaspoon of Nescafe (if you have the moolah, go for a better brand. increase/decrease amount as needed. e.g. no sleep last night = 1 1/2 teaspoonfuls)
Hot water
Low-fat milk (for strong bones, teeth and nails!)

And that, my friends, is Michelle's Morning Miracle Drink. Sometimes taken at night to keep awake.

v1.0 of the recipe used to only consist of Milo and coffee, but aging concerns and lack of calcium-intake led to the addition of milk.

It's a good drink to have when you need that extra little perk to become fully alert and awake. Please note that all-nighters would require a stronger concoction that this; that calls for just pure, unadulterated strong coffee (after which, I can still drop off into deep sleep :P but it does help a bit).

Actually, all I want to say is this: I HEART MILO.

How can one live without it? I don't care if it was developed in Australia, MILO is a Malaysian Must! Levering the tin can open with a spoon makes me feel like a proud, authentic Malaysian.

Okay, that's all I've got to say... back to work! ^_^

Grassy Sunset...

2008-05-06T23:28:00.003+08:00

This is my new desktop wallpaper, courtesy of http://interfacelift.com/wallpaper

Somehow, when I look at it, it evokes in me feelings of pain and loss :(

What does it speak to you about?

aaghhh... emo-night.

Ambition and Adventure

2008-04-28T23:56:00.003+08:00

My group mates and I were working on a class assignment last week, which involved producing a video to enact a scenario of a negotiation. We could have done a simple intro for it, for the lack of time. After all, this subject is Design Management, which focuses on the 'managing' aspect, not the 'designing'. Still, we decided to do something nicer and fancier instead. How could we settle for mediocrity? Besides, most designers are perfectionists.

As a result, we spent 2-3 hours cracking our heads to do a fancy Flash intro. We had just learned how to use the software. The headaches were really unnecessary - it would probably gain us only a couple more measly 'effort' points from the lecturer. And this is what Ambition does to you.

On the same day I had to travel to Kota Kemuning using a route I've never travelled before. When I nearing the point where I should exit from the highway, I decided against going by the first familiar exit. I then ignore the second familiar exit, even though it is the one where my intuition was screaming "Turn off here! Turn of here!!" I was hoping that by using the next exit, it would bring me closer to my destination. I was wrong. My intuition was right... I should have taken the second exit but I stubbornly refused because curiosity beckoned for me to test out the next exit. And I was in a rush that day.

As a result, I got stuck in a horrible, unnecessary jam. Sometimes, I don't mind jams so much - you're stuck there anyway, why not relax and enjoy the music or podcast? But it's something else to be stuck in a jam that's leading you away from your destination. And that's what Adventure did to me that day.

Yet Ambition taught us new Flash tips and tricks that would help us greatly in our other individual Flash project for another subject. And Adventure taught me to "take the second exit, not the third, stupid!" Even if I did take the right exit this time, I know that the next time I used this route again, I would surely, definitely, most possibly have tried out the third exit just to satisfy my curiosity. At least I won't get stuck in a jam in the wrong direction the next time :)

It's okay if you can't find the hidden message within this post. This was written without a 'moral of the story' in mind.

* * * * *

Some of the choices I have made in my life has brought me lots of inconvenience. I don't live like the average campus student. I don't get paid for doing jobs that would easily earn me good money commercially. I can't afford to spend the Labour Day holiday going on a road trip. Sometimes people around you, even some of those you hold closest to your heart do not understand why you do what you do. Sometimes what you do affects and cause inconvenience to them too, and that doesn't make you feel great.

But when your classmates finally come to church and respond to God, when you see that stranger in church raising up their hands to indicate that they want to give their lives to Jesus for the very first time... everything within me bursts with the knowledge and assurance that it's ALL worth it.

more.

2008-03-27T23:38:00.004+08:00

I don't even know how to express it.

I am falling in love with God, over and over again.

After knowing Him for so many years, He still never ceases to amaze me - He's just a God of so much more.

Sure, this life isn't easy.... Sure, I've got a million and one things screaming for my attention. But He gives me peace like a river in my soul. He gives me such confidence and assurance.

And when you're caught up in His amazing love and the hugeness of His being, suddenly this cross upon my back doesn't seem too heavy to bear anymore.

"Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light." Matt. 11:28-29

goodbye, my baby...

2008-03-17T21:31:00.006+08:00

I sold my baby today. My 15" Powerbook G4 has served me very, very well in the last 3 years. It's been that long. I have mixed feelings.

Ol' faithful has definitely gone through the ups and downs with me, enduring every hard knock(literally) with me. I'm serious about the last part - the amount of times I've dropped it, bumped it against hard surfaces etc.; it's amazing how it still functions so well, with lots of tough looking dents and scratches to boast about. She's indeed a hardy one. (ok, I'm not one of those obsessed with giving gadgets a gender reference, but I just felt it appropriate to do that. In fact, it's my very first time referring to it as a 'she')

It's stayed awake through long sleepless nights with me, rushed deadlines, shared good news and bad, journeyed along the different phases of my life, been places with me(up many flights of stairs hanging on my forearm, balanced on heels...!), tasted the sorrow of my tears and uh... splattered with the spit of my laughter? :P

What special memories does she hold! Now she's in the hands of another - a young man who also happens to be a designer. He was actually very impressed with the condition of it... *beams proudly* I'm confident that she will serve him well too.

I'm now temporarily on a borrowed laptop - my awesome-fantabulous-kind as kangaroo sister's pristine white MacBook :)

Random Fact: Incidently, my baby was purchased in March, my birthday month, and now it is sold exactly 3 years later in the same month.

And yes... Happy Birthday to me. I turned 23 on March 11. Twentyfreakingfishballsthree. Time flies when you're having fun. Thank you to all you lovely people near and far, old and new; who made my birthday so memorable and special with your greetings, wishes, prayers, surprises(!!), company, cakes and more. I feel so loved :) Thank you - you guys are awesome :)

in love.

2008-02-05T00:34:00.000+08:00

i'm on fire

when you're near me

i'm on fire

when you speak

i'm on fire burning at these mysteries...

(On Fire by Switchfoot)

Went for the recent Switchfoot concert here in KL. They were really good and I had loads of fun :) Ironically, my heart ached as I watched the crowd cheer, jump, shout and sing along, thoroughly enjoying themselves. It seemed like there was an unspoken hunger and cry for something that is bigger than life...

And so I pledge to spend my life telling people about this saving grace that I've found...

I'm a pretty boring blogger. Everytime I try to update, I find myself at a loss for words. But it's fine, coz sometimes things are better done than said :)

Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive. (Gil Bailie)

i've found it.

The last 10 days of 2007...

2007-12-31T22:00:00.000+08:00

(inspired by chrischoi, whose entries never fail to crack a smile on my face, and whom I still faithfully read every now and then)

In the last 10 days of 2007, I....

...half-did my Christmas shopping.

...went on the Eye on Malaysia.

...had Jia Huei stay a night in my little room when she visited ACTS for Christmas during her uni break. Good to see you again :)

...participated in my church's Christmas play 'The Tailor Made Man' as one of the dirty-faced slaves.

...stayed with my family and cousin in 4 different hotels! It got pretty confusing after a while and we had to think really hard to remember our room numbers.

...had a yummy Christmas eve buffet dinner with family and close friends and later, got blasted with artificial snow :S

...saw 52 people giving their lives to Jesus for the first time at ACTS Church's 'The Tailor Made Man'! That's the best thing that could ever happen to any person :) And that's probably the best Christmas gift I could ask for.

...had Japanese buffet with family and cousin at Jogoya. Tip: DON'T go on Christmas day or any other festive or public holiday.

...flew to Kota Kinabalu for a short vacation with my family and cousin, Sharon!

...took a short trip to Sandakan to see orang utans at the Sepilok Orang Utan Rehabilitation Centre.

...went swimming at Sutera Harbour Resort :)

...ate lots of seafood... yummmm.

...bought a bottle of bubble mixture at the market in Tanjung Aru, KK and blew lots of bubbles for myself, for the children, for the world, and for any other person who would smile at the sight of them :)

...got very little rest, but survived :P

...got busy with campUs designs that will be revealed soon :)

...had a planning meeting for ACTS ChUrch's campUs ministry!

...had to do A LOT of laundry.

...had lunch with my BFF :)

...gave up on trying to recall and record every detail that happened in her Last 10 Days of 2007.

It's been a great 2007 - memorable and rich. A special Thank You to the people(U know who U are. wait. maybe some don't know. well... if you dare think that it is you, then you are very likely to be correct) who enriched my life, made me laugh, helped me through thick and thin, tolerated me, never gave up on me, and stood by to support even when there was nothing U could do. Thank you.

Have a blessed 2008, people.

this is my daily bread

2007-11-21T15:50:00.000+08:00

"For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.

For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?"

- Matthew 16:25-26

I am proud to say, that as much as I love watching movies, I do not really have the time for them. In fact, I have not even watched Transformers.
I have not been to all the hottest spots in town, and mamak sessions are now a thing of the past for me.
I don't have a lot of time to spend on simply hanging out, or to head downtown to explore brand new Pavilion just because everyone else is doing it.
I guess I can't take the advertising classes that I'm so interested in at 95% Trainings that many of my classmates are benefiting from.
But I am unashamed. I have no regrets.
I'm glad that I have a purpose to live for, and a promise to pursue.
Thankful that my life is spent and poured out for a worthwhile cause.
That I'm living an adventure of faith, with God steering the wheel of my life,
taking me through unpredictable and breathtaking twists and turns in this exciting journey.

(I'm so looking forward to the next shopping trip though. And I am just itching to devour the next book in my stash. I think that will be soon. Just a little bit more, and I'm done for this semester. muahahhaa...)

what drives you?

2007-10-20T01:40:00.000+08:00

Dear God,

Please break me each time I become too self-sufficient... I need You.

Let me be satisfied by no other.

-me

it's still a great day to be alive.

2007-09-11T01:28:00.000+08:00

It's September 11 once again; a day we remember for the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centre 6 years ago.

A day I remember, for marking the 1st anniversary of The Incident That Failed to Take My Life.

Once in a while, when I drive along that highway, or when triggered by conversations with different people, I would reflect upon the accident and recall the series of events that happened. I'd never fail to marvel at how one could escape such an accident not only alive, but unhurt without even a scratch. It all seems very terrifying now, but I remember very clearly the peace that I had while my car flew in the air, and that deep assurance - that sense of knowing, that I would not die.

How can God not be real?

On another note...

It's okay to be broken. To be crushed. To have a valley-experience. For "The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit." (Ps. 34:18)

It's an opportunity to draw closer to God, and to mature in your faith. To die to your own plans and dreams and desires, so that it can be replaced with the greater destiny that God has for you.

"Make me hear joy and gladness, That the bones You have broken may rejoice." (Ps. 55:8)

Never dwell long in the valley. If only we knew the marvelous things that God has in store for each one of our lives, we'd so gladly let go of that which we hold so tightly in our hands. There's much to look forward to. So, keep the chin up!

so in love.

2007-09-08T18:21:00.001+08:00

I've said this many times, but I want to say it again, and hope to say it over and over in the many days to come:

It's a great day to be alive.

This week has been just like any other week - no special event or occasion or anything out of the ordinary. In fact, it's been a busy and packed and potentially draining one. But I've never felt better.

Each day is getting better. I've never felt God so close and real than now. I'm getting a fresh understanding of what it means to "not live by bread alone, but by every Word that proceeds out of the mouth of God". Someone once said "When you take one step towards God, He takes ten steps towards you". It's true.

"...and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age" (Matt. 28:20)
He's always with me, in the mountains and in the valleys. Though I've often forgotten Him during my mountaintop moments, I still always find Him there in the valleys, waiting patiently and lovingly to embrace me without a trace of condemnation.

selamat hari kemerdekaan.

2007-08-31T00:12:00.001+08:00

Hello Malaysia,

Happy 50th. I've never been more glad to be born a Malaysian, and to grow up here. Many dream of migrating elsewhere to chase after better quality of living, but I'm staying put. Some people think that we won't have much of a future here, citing their grouses with the government plus the different sensitivities in the nation. Bilalah dapat kita melihat negara ini benar-benar merdeka? But then again, who ever said that life was fair?

Sure, there are lots of things that are far from perfect in this country, but complaints minus action has never helped to solve any problem. And especially not complaints + leaving the country.

Despite its shortcomings, there is much to love about this country - the people, our history, the food, the culture, our 'rojak-ness'... I'd still love this country if only for the fact that I grew up in this place.

Anyway, I was cleaning up my Pictures folder the other day and ended up feeling all sentimental and nostalgic. Here are some of the things that make life worth living:

OK, those aren't ALL the things that make life matter.... I got bored assembling this montage... Didn't use up all the photos I meant to use. So if my fave pair of black round-toe stiletto pumps happen to be reading this post, please forgive me for not giving you some pixel space.

tales of whales and constellation fascinations.

2007-07-06T15:52:00.000+08:00

Wow, did you know that a Blue Whale's tongue weighs about 2.7 tonnes? They're the largest mammal ever known, and can measure up to 33 metres in length! Despite the huge size of it's mouth, the dimensions of it's throat only allows it to swallow objects narrower than a beach ball.

Maybe this next piece of ~~fat~~ oops, fact would provide some comfort for all scale-tippers out there: Blue Whale calves gain weight very quickly, up to as much as 90kg every 24 hours! *gasp*

When it comes to courtship, Humpback Whales and human beings do not differ much. Groups of two to twenty whales would gather around a single female and exhibit all sorts of behaviour to establish dominance, such as breaching, spy-hopping, lob-tailing, tail-slapping, flipper-slapping, charging and parrying. Each would try their luck in gaining the attention and affections of the female, and when a male is unsuccessful in its attempt, it backs off. Now, some human males don't get that. =P (Please note that I am not targeting anyone in particular. Just referring to guys in general. Stop being so sensitive!)

Most of you are familiar with whale song, from watching Finding Nemo. Most of you can even speak better whale than our gigantic, fatty friends. But did you know that whales within an area sing the same song? All Humpback Whales of the North Atlantic sing a same song, and all those of the North Pacific sing another. And they have a constantly evolving music scene like we do. Each population's songs changes over a period of years, and they never return to the same sequence of notes.

(somebody get me off Wikipedia now!)

Sadly, due to whaling activities, Humpback Whales now only number from about 30 000 - 60 000 compared to the earlier recorded 125 000.

Someone please buy a plane ticket for this wanderlust soul. So many things to see in the world, and today, I feel like whale-watching.

Did you know that an albino Humpback has been discovered in the east coastal waters of Australia? It's been named Migaloo - "white fellow" in one of the Aboriginal Australian languages. When I own a dog, I'll have 3 names to choose from - Mr Delicious Brocolli (Ollie), Migaloo (Miggy?! Maggie...) and Humphrey.

Now Humphrey is the name of a famous Humpback that became famous after it got rescued on two occasions when it wandered off into San Francisco Bay.

Aren't whales such amazing creatures? There's so much in the world to see, and every new discovery just amazes us at how great and wise and detailed and incomprehensible God is. Especially when you consider the vastness of the universe. The beauty of the stars on a clear, still night.

Which led me to perform a search on "constellations", and now I want to star-gaze and learn more about the different constellations. And the different stories and myths that follow.

It's amazing how the stars look so close to each other, but are actually light years apart. That our very own sun, a star itself, is miniscule compared to the others out there in the sky. And to think that these massive giants become as tiny specks of dust when set against the vast universe! If imagining such magnitude leaves you breathless, try comprehending the God who created the heavens and the universe! And yet He loves me enough pay the price for my sins.

His grace is sufficient for me.

At my dearest cousin Ah Bi's wedding dinner last Saturday in Kuala Terengganu.

there must be something in the air in the middle of each year...

2007-05-21T05:05:00.000+08:00

Mich is in her annual i-want-a-dog phase again (Refer to this post). She is currently plagued with thoughts of how to accommodate a dog into her busy schedule, picking the right breed, thinking of dog names as she tries to complete her assignment, listing out friends who could help care for the dog when she is away... simply imagining having an eager-faced dog sitting at her feet right now.

Will she defy her own logic and common sense this time around, and just do it; or will she remain boring, sensible Mich who's always too safe to try out something that could add lots of joy, laughter, fulfillment, poo-picking and pee-wiping to her life? (tell me i'm boring, please tell it to me! if you irritate me enough, i am likely to rebel against my senses just to prove you wrong!)

Stay tuned... she might just lose her brains and do the crazy.

Right now she'll settle with imagining a cute, curious-faced pug that goes by the name Mr. Delicious Broccoli. Brock Ollie. Mr. D. Brock Ollie? I like Mr. Delicious Broccoli. I can call it Ollie for short.............

2007-05-06T18:35:00.000+08:00

and today,
i love You more than yesterday :)

this is for the friend who wants to 'marry Ann' ;)

2007-05-04T22:38:00.000+08:00

Friday, fourth of May
I have a desire.

May I never again assume that people are what I think they are until I get to know them.
May I live unashamed, with nothing to hide.
If I were to love, may I love no other way but with all my heart.
May no words of complaint be found on my lips.
To enjoy musikk, to savour the magic of the moment.
May I have more compassion.
May I never try to be the one who determines who needs compassion.
May I live just this one way: to please the King of my heart, the Lord of my life...
May I be satisfied by no other.
May I be more quick to forgive.
Treasure the precious ones who have walked into my life.
May I have a generous heart towards You, Lord.
May I never despise the yesterdays and the small beginnings of today.

just because...

2007-04-28T17:03:00.000+08:00

...Adele(dictator-for-life) commanded me to ;)

Took the lrt to the 2007 National Intellectual Property Day Expo at KLCC yesterday for the compulsory learning trip my class had to go for. The place was quite huge and it was really packed, and I just had to choose that day to forget to bring the notes that I had meticulously taken down in great detail from Nasreen's email regarding the navigation to the booths we had to look at. By the time I arrived, I had already missed the Prime Minister's 11am speech so I just proceeded to the exhibits.

There was a red carpet all the way down the walkway and there I was strolling along it, taking in the sights around me and trying to find my way around when suddenly this guy behind me shoo-ed me aside for I was obstructing this group of about 15 who looked very important and were walking very briskly behind me like they were on a mission to save the world. My slowness to react stopped the group in their tracks for a brief moment. Silly, silly me. It was only about a minute later that I realised that Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi was in the centre of that group I had unwittingly blocked. Hah... what power I had in that short split-second to have stopped the Prime Minister's activity!

Anyway, I just want to honour one of the parking attendants at the Kelana Jaya lrt station. It was 11am and the parking lot was already way past packed and I couldn't find an empty slot. He saw me in my distress and directed me to the covered reserved parking area with a huge smile on his face. Then he continued to cheerfully help another driver find a good spot. When I walked out and greeted him a 'thank you', he responded back with a greeting graced by that happy smile. That just made my day.

Later that day when I was going to collect my car in that quiet, isolated reserved parking area, I perceived someone walking a few metres behind me and I turned behind briefly to steal a glance. From the corner of my eye I saw this tall Indian man dressed a lil' sloppily following me in and I thought, "Okaay.... what do I do now?" So I turned back again to stare the fella in the face and realised that it was just that earlier attendant and realised that he was just walking to his post. He recognised me and waved a greeting my way cheerfully, which I responded to. Such a nice guy =) Even when I drove out and waved goodbye he still had that happy grin on his face.

It's not very often that we come across people who love their jobs and carry out their menial daily routine with such eagerness and passion. That attendant is just one fine example of that kind. He's one of those Daily Heroes that we sometimes fail to recognise and appreciate. Perhaps if we learn to love our jobs and have a little more passion for the things we do, we would be much happier people and work would seem more like enjoyment. It's all about attitude =)

Came across these quotes when I was compiling materials for the conceptual book we have to design for our Graphic Design subject:

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I don't like that man. I must get to know him better. - Abraham Lincoln

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault

Surrounded by people who love life, you love it too; surrounded by people who don't, you don't. - Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him. - Galileo Galilei

Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. - Chinese Proverb

to all the Mes and to all the Yous

2007-03-13T12:25:00.000+08:00

Hello,
you look good tonight.
Fine manners, you’re polished
flawless in speech.
How you charm the masses,
always knowing the right things to say
You’re so funny, you make the rest of us look dull and stupid
you’re such a rare one.
But look, oh dear - you chip
You’re fading in some places,
you crack me up but you’re all cracked up yourself
Be careful not to fall,
you’ll break into a million pieces.
How will I find you again?

i want.

2007-03-05T20:15:00.000+08:00

Wishlist:

lion
tiger
elephant
elephant calf
giraffe
hippo!
leopard
panther
penguin
kunekune pig!!!
wallaby
panda
honey bear
goat kid
zebra
a trip to Botswana

I'm getting more and more difficult each year =P

Interesting hippo facts:

Dominant hippopotamus bulls mark their territories by vigorously spinning their tails while defecating to distribute their excrement over the greatest possible area. LOL. I find this hilarious...
Hippos also seem to empathize with the prey of crocodiles and have been known to stand guard over dead and dying antelope on river banks.
Apparently, they also hold the record of an African mammal which kills the most humans.

lol... from http://www.hong-gia.com/photo/eng-photo-animals.htm

February Already

2007-02-12T21:23:00.000+08:00

Hello blog.

It's been a while. You know it's really been a while when almost every post begins with that line.

Well, I've been busy as usual, and pretty much disconnected from the internet unless i'm at college, or sipping on iced caramel macchiato at Starbucks, which is a very expensive pastime therefore I have found an alternative in it's next door neighbour Leo's instead. Right now I'm at college typing on a dusty keyboard(MICHELLE, PLS WASH HANDS IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS) in the computer lab because I was too lazy to lug my Baby along today.

Hmm... now where do I begin? I really should update more often.

Looking forward towards the CNY week-long break ahead - I really miss home <3 Also looking forward to the little reunions with my ex-schoolmates. However, we will miss the presence of a dear friend this time, whom we lost in a tragic car accident in Dec. I still remember clearly how he made a grand entrance to my house last CNY, him and another friend sporting afros and waving through the sunroof of the car as they drove past the gates. He was streetwise, sweet, goodlooking and a bundle of fun. He looked like a rockstar in the photo that they placed in front of the coffin at his wake. They couldn't have chosen a better picture =)

School's been pretty fun so far - lotsa research, writing, brainstorming and group work involved. I've got a pretty interesting mix of international students in the 2 groups I'm in, and I'm pretty happy with the way it is =) It's really expensive to travel to college especially now that they've increased toll charges. I have to spend RM6.40 on toll fees alone each time I travel to college. Ahh.. please have mercy.

Anyway, time to go. Til the next "it's been a while...", cya!

[edit] ohh anyway just for the record, Sonicflood video called me!! 2 times! And left a video mail as well! hehehe.. Just had to mention that. Thanks to the geeky friend that made it possible =)

=)

2007-01-20T13:27:00.000+08:00

And at the end of the day, when I look back to see how far I have gone, I see titles and accolades and the praises of people and realize that they really don’t mean much. They’re nothing.

At the end of the day, what matters is whether I have changed internally – in every aspect that people can’t see on the outward appearance. Am I truly living out what I say I am? Do I practice what I preach? Am I the same in public and when no one’s looking? Am I still facing the same struggles and problems that I faced 1 year ago? Do I have bitterness in my heart?

“With great power comes great responsibility.” The saying still holds true. And with such things also come pressure to perform, pressure to keep up, pressure to maintain a reputation and pressure to be strong for those that you are looking out for. And if we have not changed on the inside, we still die a slow, painful death. We will life a double life – one where you are looking well and being strong for the sake of others, another where you’re just desperate, confused and living in a lie. Then you try and you try so hard to ‘be fine’ so that you wont affect or stumble those around you, but you won’t be able too keep it up for long. The tree looks nice and well on the outside, but inside it’s trunk it is slowly rotting away, and eventually the tree will die.

Maybe sometimes it’s just better to face up to yourself and come clean. If you are weak, then don’t cover it up. If you are going through a tough patch, let others support you. We can’t possibly ‘be strong’ for others when we are not so ourselves. We might even do more harm than good by giving the illusion that one must always be perfect and can never make a mistake.

Because after all, we are human. We make mistakes, we grow tired and we get discouraged sometimes. Hiding your weakness is a weakness in itself. On the other hand, being able to be fully transparent and real – problems at all, requires strength.

And strength must be found it God, because our own strength, astonishingly great as it is will still run out sometimes. But the bible says of the man who walks with God to be like a tree planted by the rivers of water. When we let him reign and depend on Him, we will always receive the joy, strength, peace, refreshing and encouragement to carry on with life no matter what the circumstance. The bible continues to say that we will flourish and bear fruit in due season. We will never wither, and we will prosper in all that we do.

Titles are nothing. Anyone can receive a title, but not everyone can carry it responsibly and with integrity. It is God who gives, and it is He who takes away. May my feet always be rooted in Christ – I will see the fruits in its time, and I shall never burn out. God’s blessings will overtake me.

Goodbye 2006

2006-12-04T17:34:00.000+08:00

We've come to the end of the year again. It's scary coz I remember blogging year-end posts numerous times already. Which means that I've been blogging for many years now. Which also mean that I've been away from Muar for quite some time now. Which leads to the realization that many years have gone by... just like that.

2006 - What a year, what a journey. It's been good and bad, but it may be inaccurate to call it bad because I know that with God, something good will come out of it, like what I've seen so many times before. It's also been very good; and I love life more than ever before. I love myself more than ever, and the same goes for my family, my friends, my housemates, my church, my leaders, my classmates, my neighbours, the stranger on the road, and even my enemies. It's hard to love people, yet it's hard not to love people sometimes - even the ones you dislike, coz you just see a little bit of God in them. How He's created each one of them so diverse, so unique, so perfect in their own way. Yes, it's hard not to love people.

We've just got to learn to like them as well. =)

The 'bad' times - going through trials, being stretched, being offended, hurting, being stupid and making mistakes... They might have broken me and changed many things, but they have served me well.

I'm just beginning to live life. I really like this quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson that is printed white across my black squarish notebook which I use for note-taking in church:

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

I like quotes. They capture precisely in such few words the thoughts that are in your mind, the feelings that you try so hard to express, when what comes out of the mouth is gibberish and you leave your listener confused. I wish I could express myself in words as powerfully as these people do.

I'm sorry that my entries are always full of copy-n-paste stuff, but these quotes say so well something that I would have taken 5 paragraphs to explain; so I shall take the liberty to paste more here =)

"The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it."
-William James

"Life is a comedy for those who think... and a tragedy for those who feel."
-Horace Walpole

"Man could not live if he were entirely impervious to sadness. Many sorrows can be endured only by being embraced, and the pleasure taken in them naturally has a somewhat melancholy character."
(translated 1951)
-Emile Durkheim, Suicide, bk. 3, ch. 3, sct. 1, 1897

"Conviction is worthless unless it is converted into conduct."
-Thomas Carlyle

"Discipline is not something I impose on you so I can control you. Rather, it is something you must develop within yourself so you can become the best person you can be, not the one who could have been.”
["I said this to my class of 9th graders once and had to stop everything and write it down"]
-Timothy F. Hough

"What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print."
-Isadora Duncan, My Life

"If you can learn from hard knocks, you can also learn from soft touches."
-Carolyn Kenmore, Mannequin: My Life as a Model

"Experience is one thing you can't get for nothing."
-Oscar Wilde

He will be with you also, all the way, that faithful God. Every morning when you awaken to the old and tolerable pain, at every mile of the hot uphill dusty road of tiring duty, on to the judgment seat, the same Christ there as ever, still loving you, still sufficient for you, even then. And then, on through all eternity.
-Thomas Kempis

"If you have a lemon, make lemonade." ("If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.")
-Howard Gossage

There's always something to laugh and smile about =)

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words."
-Robert Frost

"No star is ever lost we once have seen,
We always may be what we might have been."
-Adelaide Proctor

So ends the entry of this lazy blogger. =)

rainy day

2006-11-03T16:42:00.000+08:00

God's Hands
-- Author Unknown

Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing.

Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy was sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."

Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligato. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was so mesmerized they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

That's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life's work truly can be beautiful. Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing."

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Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are there helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.

Remember, God doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called. And He'll always be there to love and guide you on to great things. Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than the things you acquire.

God's Perfection
-- By Rabbi Paysach Krohn

In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional schools.

At a Chush fundraising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son, Shay? Everything God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"

The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish and stilled by the piercing query.

"I believe," the father answered, "that God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child."

He then told the following story about his son Shay:

One afternoon, Shay and his father walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they will let me play?"

Shay's father knew that his son was not at all athletic and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shay's father understood that if his son was chosen to play it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging.

Shay's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said "We are losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay's father was ecstatic as Shay smiled broadly. Shay was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again and now with two outs and the bases loaded with the potential winning run on base.

Shay was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let Shay bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprising, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay should at least be able to make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. One of Shay's teammates came up to Shay and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly toward Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay and his teammate swung at the ball and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far beyond reach of the first baseman. Everyone started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"

Never in his life had Shay run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide-eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shay, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second! run to second!" Shay ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home.

As Shay reached second base, the opposing short stop ran to him, turned him in the direction of third base and shouted, "Run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shay run home!"

Shay ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit a "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of God's perfection."

Came across these stories while I was searching for something online. Came at a good time too, wasn't exactly feeling fantastic today... one of those days where you wonder what on earth you are doing with your life and you feel like you're heading nowhere. I'm glad I read these stories; I'm inpired and encouraged to press on =) In my weaknesses and faults, may God's strength be made perfect.

flying and tumbling in the air

2006-10-13T00:47:00.000+08:00

It’s been a long time, and I’ve been an inconsistent and unfaithful blogger. But here I am again, hoping that this long post will make up for my long hiatus =)

Much has happened since I last blogged, the most significant being my accident. Yes, you heard right – my accident. Most of you still do not know about it… perhaps I would vomit blood as I attempt to re-tell the story here because I’ve repeated this long story too many times in the last few weeks. Just kidding ;) It’s my honour and privilege to testify of the amazing miracle of how God preserved my life in this accident. So sit back people, and don’t forget to breathe as you read my story…

Sept. 11 2006(yeah… coincidently) I was travelling along the North-South highway from Muar to Subang Jaya on a Monday morning to attend my 10am class at LUCT. At this point I already have close to 4 years of experience driving on the North-South highway and so far I have never met with any difficulty during my journeys. In fact, I have never been involved in any major accidents.

I was on the fast lane along the Senawang stretch where the road was newly layered. Part of the old road still remained between the part where the new road ended and the grass, and there was a height difference of about 2 ½ - 3 inches between the new road and old. To add to that, they did not put up a barrier and neither have they painted the white line. I don’t recall how exactly it happened but somehow, out of my carelessness I drove a little too near to the edge of the new road and my front right wheel went down to the old road causing my car to skid. My first impulse was to try to avoid the cars that were very near beside and behind me and that caused my car to skid further and it spun to the left of the road, crashed through the metal railings and flew/rolled down a 30-feet ravine, overturning about 3 times as it went down. Yup.

My car finally landed a good 150m away from the point where I skid, and all I saw around me was grass and slopes. I was pretty much alone down there. Thank God, the cars that were near me stopped and the drivers came down to assist me. I couldn’t open my door so I climbed out from the front passenger window which was already shattered clean.

I stepped out of the car and saw the few men who came down the ravine to help and we were all just amazed that I was alive, and more amazingly, I was not injured. They couldn’t believe their eyes and kept asking me if I felt fine or felt any dizziness. I was totally, totally fine.

My car was a total wreck from the front to the back to the sides and the top and the bottom, due to how the car “rolled” down, and basically, everyone who stopped by could not believe that I was alive and unhurt. Even the highway workers who see accidents like this happen all the time were amazed, because they’re used to people dying or getting seriously injured in accidents like this. In fact, someone called the China Press and a reporter and photographer came a couple of hours later. Lol… I was in page 3 of their evening paper. The person who called must have passed by and thought that someone died. But ta-da!, every concerned passer-by who stopped was surprised to see the victim standing in front of their eyes alive and kicking.

The people around me started to tell me what a lucky gal I am, that I have very good ‘ong’ etc… but I know without a shadow of a doubt that it was all a God-thing. Before I started my journey that morning I prayed for protection as usual, and even throughout the whole flying in the air process during the accident I had plenty of time to think and I was crying out to God all the while, and I know that several close ones were praying for my safe journey that morning. Every prayer counted, and every prayer was answered because I escaped the accident without even a scratch. My hair was just out of place from all the 360 degree turnings, hehe.

The most amazing thing to me, is that throughout the whole process, there was a peace that surpasses all understanding in my heart. Yes there was panic and shock when it happened, but when my car was tumbling in the air and I had zero control to do anything (that’s a horrible feeling), I had this peace and confidence in my heart that I would not die. So no, my life did not flash before my eyes. At that very moment I was reminded of the destiny that lay ahead of me, of how my life belonged to God and how He would continue to use me to do great exploits for His kingdom in the days to come and I just knew that my time on earth was not over yet. God’s not done with me yet! And true enough, not only did I come out alive, but I came out without a scratch. Now try to tell me that Jesus isn’t real.

I did not even suffer from any post-accident trauma. I was reasonably collected after I came out of the car, just a little shocked that an accident like that could happen to me(coz it always happens to someone else!) and ever so grateful that I was completely whole. 20 minutes after the crash I was already joking and talking normally with the people who stopped by. Close ones were worried that I would be shaken and have nightmares in the next few nights and I had to reassure them many times that I was really, really fine.

Not that I’m that strong a person, but it is really just what God does for you as you walk with Him. I really attribute everything to placing my life in God’s hands, knowing my identity and purpose in Him and knowing the promises of God to me as revealed in the Bible. I was just reading Psalm 91 a couple of days ago and it talks about ‘Safety of Abiding in the Presence of God’. Place your life in God’s hands and you can never go wrong.

This also reminds me of how God preserved my parents’ lives in the last few years when very major life-threatening events happened to them. They’re not Christians yet but I have been covering them with prayer for years. I also heard of a non-Christian friend who survived a horrible car crash that killed 2 of her uncles just earlier this week. She has been to church a few times and her close friends have been praying for her salvation as well. And last week, the borrowed car that I am currently driving(since I lost mine in the crash) nearly got stolen at 5am outside my house, but the car alarm rang and the thieves fled. I heard from my neighbour who witnessed the incident that a similar car two lanes away got stolen even when it was parked inside the house compound with the gate locked. When you surrender your life to God, not only are you blessed, but the blessings also overflow to the people around you and even your possessions.

God has been truly faithful to me all this while, even in the many times when I was faithless, because that is His nature and He is unchanging and can never deny Himself. I will never trade His love for anything else and I cannot even imagine what life would be like without Him.

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Apart from flying experience and losing my pencil case and some clothes in the accident(coz all my stuff flew out of the car!), life has been going on as usual. We recently had our sports month in church and I had a lot of fun throughout from playing netball and fultsal, cheerleading and solving Super Power clues. I had a great time but I’m relieved that ActsGames month is over because it was pretty tiring and time-consuming.

Lots of things to learn, and I have to keep growing in my walk with God and to always be sensitive to His leading. Made some boo-boos along the way, but we must always be quick to pick ourselves up and move on because God has so much in store for us!

Learning and discovering new things about myself too lately. Michelle, never ever allow yourself to be so foolish again. Proceed with caution. Lord, strengthen my heart.

Told you it would be a long post ;) Til the next one, take care!

quickie

2006-09-08T14:24:00.000+08:00

Hello world! Sorry for the long silence =X I've been caught up with life - adjusting to new things, changes, new phases... and have been busy having fun ;) It's been good and exciting though.

You must be wondering how I'm doing at the other college, where I've been studying for a good 1 1/2 months now. Now where should I begin...

Well, I'm not gonna rant and complain about this big black creative institution - because any student here is very capable of doing that ;) Instead I'll tell you what I like about this place:

1. An abundance of computers in the Computer Lab to browse around and do work on! Back in my previous college we couldn't do any design work on the few computers available for use outside class hours.

2. Free unlimited B&W printing! Woohoo! Happiness...

3. Great classmates! Remember how I was kinda nervous about joining a class where everyone has known each other for 1 1/2 years? I've been blessed with really friendly people and felt welcomed into the 'family' on my 2nd day itself!

4. Students are given a platform to showcase their talents (like singing, dancing and playing music) on a stage during Friday lunchbreaks at the plaza where everyone hangs out to eat and chit-chat. I think that's great.

5. Our very own Prayer Group! A few of us recently started a prayer group which meets at 1pm daily and it's been great praying, sharing and worshipping together, bring God's presence into this campus! Leave a msg here if you're interested to know more =)

ok... have to rush to my next class.. til the next post!

p/s: btw, have you seen the CampusCity website? A blog has been added and really exciting things are being shared there lately. Don't forget to check it out! =)

[edit] ooooh in class now doing some research for our Computer Graphics project, and I found some really cute quotes related to dogs <3 <3 <3

"Dogs have Owners, Cats have Staff."

"In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance, everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him."

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself." -Josh Billings

"I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better." -George Bird Evans

"Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job." -Franklin P. Jones

"From a dog's point of view his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog." -Mabel L. Robinson

"The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too." -Samuel Butler

awwwww...... i could cry <3

pause and play.

2006-07-21T22:44:00.001+08:00

My long break has come to an end, and I'll be starting a new semester and a new phase at the other college. Are you excited? - that's what everyone has been asking me, and my honest answer is "I really don't know". I really can't picture how things would be, and you'll have to ask me again on Monday when I get a taste of it. But I just know that it'll be a great and fulfilling 2.5 years =)

I'm kinda nervous though - I don't know why everyone thinks that I'm super friendly and sociable and confident and that I'll have no problem blending in immediately. Not that I'm not, but I wasn't naturally born like that. It is something that is cultivated, developed, grown and honed over time... especially in the last couple of years! Part of me is still insecure and shy and awkward, but I'm learning and changing. Anyway, I'll be joining my batch in their 1st year and 2nd term there, so everyone would already have their friends and cliques so... "Hi! It's my first day here. Wanna have lunch with me? Er........anyone??" (Oh please don't go away... I swear, I'm really really nice. I promise not to bite!)

So it's goodbye Muar again as I leave for Subang tomorrow. I've grown so much more attached to this place in the last 2 1/2 months that it's gonna be tough to say goodbye. Not that I won't come back often anymore, but it's gonna be a long time til I get to spend a long span of time here again. So gonna miss the people, the kids at badminton class, hanging out with old friends occassionally, going for youth group and the young adults group, the routine... lunch with dad at 1.15pm, dinner at Robert Papa and Auntie Mama's place, grandma, our fish pond, oh gosh - TV!!! Astro!!! and just the mere presence of my immediate family...

Of course, being in Muar has gotten me all nostalgic about the past - all that I left behind. High school, the 'gang', late night suppers, the extra-curricular activities, being 'chauffered' around, getting from one destination to another in 0 minutes, things that could've been, things that never were... and even my old ways! Sometimes I find myself wishing 'if only things were that way', or 'if only things were the same'. 'It would be so much easier, so much simpler'... Yet I know that anything other than what I'm living now would be short of the best, and no way am I gonna settle for second best, tough as it is.

So here am I, armed with all that I cannot leave behind - my identity, my roots, my beliefs, my principles, the memories, the lessons, my attachment to this little town I grew up in - all the things that make the essence of me; moving on ahead, as my God leads. Things can only get better; there can only be greater things ahead, so...

Forward, ho! =)

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."

[edit] I've been tagged by Claire the lenglui (pay me money!) who responded to my tag in the previous post. ha, this is fun ;)

The tagged victim must come out with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover and must mention their gender.

MALE (only, please!)
#1 loves God. sold out for Jesus
#2 shares my beliefs, values and vision.
#3 can make me laugh - important!! and laughs at my jokes/attempts to be funny
#4 treats everyone else well, not only me and my close ones. GIRLS BEWARE of guys who worship you and are supernice to your good friends, but doesn't care two hoots about other people and treat them like crap. don't say I didn't warn you.
#5 not too ugly lah, please. something like Johnny Depp or Ewan Mcgregor in Down With Love will do... just kidding =)
#6 can talk sense into me when I'm being stupid
#7 cannot like songs that I cannot tahan - please! if not, SORRY GOODBYE! can live with me radio flipping every 2 seconds.
#8 has initiative

I could go on... haha! my family must adore him. oooh, I'd die for him if he's eccentric like Capt Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka(the Johnny Depp Willy Wonka, mind you). but please don't talk eccentric but got no brains la. maybe I'm wrong; maybe eccentric only works onscreen. oh well.

I tag....... aiya, I know all of you wanna do this wan-lar. So count yourself tagged and have fun making your list ;)

I think my list has just scared away any 'potential' person ^_^ Happy waiting, mich...

ladida...

2006-07-04T00:23:00.000+08:00

i've been tagged:

6 weird facts about myself:

1. I eat durian out of a spoon. Or fork. Or chopsticks. As long as I don't have to hold it with my fingers.

2. I still kiss my teddybear which has been with me for 20 years now goodnight. I love my teddybear and smelly ol' blanket so much that to suggest that I get change them for a newer set is like asking me to commit adultery. And adultery, IMHO is an unpardonable sin.

3. If I touch something e.g. a glass of cold water with my right hand, I have this obsessive compulsion to touch the same thing with my left hand as well, and vice versa. Must receive equal treatment... This habit is slowly wearing off though.

4. I like to repeat sentences and phrases backwards by reversing the order of the syllables in my head. All day long. For example, if I read the words "Syarikat Hup Seng Sendirian Berhad", I would reverse it to "had-Ber-rian di Sen Seng-Hup-kat ri-Sya" in the same rhythmic pattern as the original. The longer, the better. Yeah weird, I know... but that's what this list is asking for. If you see me stoning away on my own, very likely this is going on in my head. I hope there is some mental benefit to this exercise. Maybe it sharpens the mind or something. heh...

5. OK this is so NOT weird, but I'm running out of ideas coz I'm really not-very-weird afterall, and besides... certain krazy-konfused friends of mine have in the past accused me of being weird for this: I hate the taste of ginger, and unlike every other Chinese in this country, I eat my food without chilli. Coz ginger is just plain yucks, and I feel that food should be enjoyed on its own in its pure form without being tainted by chilli. And I like my half-boiled eggs without the added
pepper and light soy sauce, thank you very much.

6. I have very long toes and have the gift of giving a very mean toe-pinch. I used to annoy(and hurt) friends by toe-pinching their calves. How very tempting!

I tag: Nish, Adele, Kailord, Claire, Lydia, Yih Wen, Shungz =)

You know you're getting old when... people tell you that you're younger than you look and it totally makes your day. When people try to guess my age I quicky jump in and say "No, don't guess, I'll tell you - I'm 21" in case they guess that I'm older than I am and hurt my feelings. Anyway, I'm totally elated coz I recently found out that the other kids at the badminton hall and some of their parents thought that I was still in secondary school! Heehee! And StateChampionGuyWhoWhackedMyFace who already knew that I've graduated high school guessed that I was 18, 19 and very hesitantly, 20. When he found out, he was like "21? No way!!" Ahh.. happiness. Oh, and my poor sis is often mistaken as the older of us two, much to my delight.

Look at that. One long shameless paragraph about me looking young. Yes, I must be aging fast. 8 more months til my 22nd. Such a big number... yikes.

On another note... I am loving my time here in Muar. It's really shaping my perception and view of people and my treatment towards them. may i never despise...

[edit] Since I'm in Muar, I'm making the most out of our broadband connection... although it is still crawling at turtle-pace @#$%!! Anyway, you've gotta love this - Where the Hell is Matt?

<3 lovelovelove. green screen or not, you be the judge.

Check out Crazy Asian Mother by Erick Liang too, if you haven't. It's hilarious. There's a 20min complete video too, but this part IMHO is the best bit.

...much more mich

2006-06-20T21:45:00.000+08:00

Yay! The durian season has begun! This is one scent that I probably don't mind having in the car or house ;) We bought 5 for RM 100 yesterday... expensive, and for that price it was supposed to be good. But only 2 out of the 5 were outstanding - bitter, golden, creamy ones. Mmm... Still not that fantastic, but better than nothing! Oh, and I'm not ashamed to say that I eat my durian out of a spoon. The smell can linger in my car for all I care, but not on my fingers!

Badminton lessons have been fun. My muscles don't ache so much anymore, and my backhand has improved. Funny, coz I didn't even know how to use a backhand in the first place and the coach didn't teach me... it was forced into being when practising strokes with a partner. It's a fight for survival! My smash is still sorta non-existent though...

A few days ago, a motorcycle carrying two boys got knocked down by a truck near my house. One died, and the other was unconscious and very badly injured. They happened to be the classmates of one of the boys at badminton class. They were only in Form 4. Last I heard, he's regained consciousness and but has lost his memory. He can't even recognise his parents... Heartbreaking.

Just last week, as I was driving to my grandmother's house I passed by the spot where my young 13-year-old cousin died last year after the motorcycle he was illegally riding collided with another. He died so near his home. I was with my grandma when she cried and said, "I have to watch my grandson die..." It could have been prevented in so many ways. But it's over now, and painful lessons were learnt in the family. At around the same time as that accident, a friend's brother also got badly injured in a motorcycle accident and lost his calf muscles; whereas in another similar incident that week, the young man went into a deep coma... and hasn't woken up since.

I remember sms-ing to comfort my friend whose brother was badly injured. I really felt sorry to hear the news, but at least his brother still has life. Though his legs would never be the same again, he could still breathe the fresh morning air, he could still succeed in life, he could still love... but my cousin was dead, and he would never grow up, never graduate from high school, never get married, never have kids...

It's really painful to hear about how people are dying from accidents everyday. Especially such young people... I've been hearing so much that I've almost gotten numb to such news. We can even have less sympathy for those in whom the tragedy was brought upon by their very own stubborness and rebellion, like in the case of my cousin. But sometimes we forget that these very ones who die are someone's son, someone's brother, someone's best friend, someone's classmate, someone's neighbour, someone's cousin...

It's a good day to be alive. No matter how bad our circumstance or how inadequate we feel we are, we still have life. And where there is life, there is hope.

unmistakable.

2006-06-17T11:46:00.000+08:00

It's a beautiful morning.

Once again I hear You calling me, that familiar still, small voice that is unmistakably Yours. Gently You called me and beckoned me into Your presence. How can it be that some days I doubt Your existence and be so far from You, when so many times I have heard You and felt You, so many times You have shown me miracles. So many moments like today where I know for sure that You are real, where I understand the very purpose I was made for.

It all started when I was playing 'Jesus Loves Me' on the piano. Jesus loves me this I know, For the Bible tells me so, Little ones to Him belong, They are weak but He is strong... I could barely play without hitting all the wrong notes and using some wrong chords, but suddenly, like so many times before, I felt You calling me. Suddenly, You filled the room and invaded me. You are not looking for perfect man, for such is impossible to find. You are looking for one who desires and is willing to be perfected in You. The beautiful thing is that You never force anyone; You only gently draw and woo us to You. Can You imagine? A God so great and mighty actually wooing His people.

Jesus loves me He who died, Heaven's gate to open wide, He will wash away my sin, Let His little child come in. I read somewhere the other day that the difference between Christianity and other religions is this: the latter emphasizes what man must do to be saved, while Christianity emphasizes what God did to save us. In other words, in other religions you must do to be saved, with Jesus it is already done for us on the cross. It is a free gift. We just have to receive it.

A God so powerful and terrible, yet so gentle, meek and mild. I love You, Lord.

conquering Bukit Mor, and some Badminton Woes

2006-06-15T21:48:00.000+08:00

Today was fun. I climbed a ~~mountain~~ hill. Got up early in the morning and waited for Quek, Nelson and Pey Pey to arrive at my place. In my haste to get ready on time, I somehow managed to bang my little pinkie finger on my room door and ended up with a cracked nail that bled a little. Ow... You don't realise how big a role the insignificant pinky nail plays in your daily life until you can't use it.

Anyway, all that haste for nothing, coz someone arrived a good 15 minutes late!! The sun's not going to wait for us, you know! So after stopping for a cup of Milo at the warung near my house we left for Bukit Mor, a 227m hill situated in Parit Jawa, Muar.

When we arrived, it was already close to 8am (very late!!) and our car was the only one there! The place was deserted; unlike weekends where people throng the area to get some exercise. Unlike the other 3, this was my very first time here and the impression that I got from Quek is that we were here to 'walk-walk', so a leisurely 'walk-walk' was what I expected.

So we walked and walked along a small path surrounded my bushes and tall trees, 'til someone declares "Here's where the slope begins!" Slope? No one said anything about a slope. I thought it was gonna be lots of level (and slightly slopy since it is, afterall a hill) ground and ready made stairs. I was in for a shock... It was a really steep and challenging climb that lasted forever, with ropes in certain areas to hang on to so that you won't fall off the edge to God-knows-where.

I was totally unprepared for that! But Pey Pey was barely breaking a sweat, and Nelson pranced ahead of us girls up and down the hill effortlessly like a mountain goat. Hmph.

So I huffed and I puffed and we took lotsa breaks. And suddenly all the horror stories came out: Cases of robbery and rape, snake sightings, wild boars charging, panther sighting (which was just a joke to scare us. right.....? right??) Oh, now you tell me-la! While we climbed someone even suggested returning to climb again the next day. I said, "Oh, go ahead, havefunbyebye!"

We even went through an area where you have to step and climb over rocks. Rocks large and sharp enough to crack open your skull should you slip or miss a step. I prayed aloud, "Lord, I know I was not meant to die in this manner so I know that I'll make it!" Obviously I survived to tell this story *phew*

Coming down was not so tiring, but really really scary cos of the steep and slippery ground and I descended slowly and very cautiously. Nelson, being the mountain goat that he is just pranced down as if he didn't value his life. But of coz he's a guy, agile, has longer legs and familiar with the place.

The whole thing took us 1 hr 45 mins, an achievement for me coz the last time they came they took 2 hrs. So happy! Coz I made them stop and rest a lot, hehe... My mom's friend made it within 45 mins before!

Anyway, my body's been been aching from the last few days of badminton. Just a leeeeeeeeeeeetle bit more and I'll be at the level of Coach's 8-year-old daughter >_< She's a mischievous but really cute girl who trains seriously without complaining(much) and has leadership skills.

Coach made me jump rope 500 times both yesterday and today x_x And near the end of the session today, he made me and some of the other kiddies join in this cruel, cruel exercise which usually only the older boys do. Not sure what it's called, but we had to lean with our backs against the wall, legs and feet parallel to the ground, slightly apart. Like seating on air. We had to do several sets of at least 2 minutes. Can die wan I tell you! The younger kids were all cheating and doing it wrong but they're still small so Coach closed one eye there. There was no punishment for those who fail to do it, but of coz no one wants to be the loser who gives up so that kept us going. At the end of every set, we'd slip down the wall to the ground and if you turned your head to look at the wall, you'll see a row of huge blotches of sweat left by our backs. hehe ^_^

Oh, and we played doubles today; Very Good Kid Who's State Champion and I against two much younger boys(who are Quite Good. crap.), one of whom I suspect is my mom's friend's son who used to watch tv in my house a few years ago while his mom played mahjong. The kid was (as my mom warned) quite naughty and smashed the shuttlecock really hard at me which hit me under my eye to the left of my nose. Ouch! I waved my racquet at him with a jokingly-warning glare as he laughed happily. Then somewhere in the middle of the game, I was trying to get this long shot and forgot that Very Good Kid Who's State Champion is supposed to guard the back and I got whacked hard on my right cheek as he whipped back his racquet to smash. "It's OK... not very pain" I said smilingly when he realised what happened. OUCH. Well, it is my first time playing doubles with people who DO know how to play doubles... =D Now I have a bruise on my right cheek. Please, please go away soon.

Here are some pictures I took at the start of the climb up Bukit Mor and the descent. I didn't take any during the ascension coz I was trying very hard not to die. Oh, and a shot of my bruised face ^_^

my badminton adventure

2006-06-13T21:24:00.000+08:00

My sister and I - we're such different creatures. She's always been the talkative and more sociable one, whereas I have a more quiet disposition. She gets along with new people with better ease than I do. She takes more care about her dressing than I do. And she hates reading, unlike me. She has naturally wavy hair - I have naturally straight hair (though right now the appearance of our hair has been reversed artificially) She's more particular about neatness and orderliness than I am. And lately, I also found out that she's evidently better at badminton than I am.

Here's a sample of a conversation that we had with my eldest uncle just last night that marks our differences:

(originally in Teochew and a mixture of Broken Hokkien interfused with Broken Teochew)
Sis: We've signed up for badminton lessons!
Eldest uncle whom we fondly call 'Robert Papa': Really?
Me: Yeah, it's a good chance to jien fei(reduce fat/lose weight)!
Robert Papa: Wah, good for you youngsters. Old people like me cannot play, we'd hurt ourselves.
Me: Ya-loh.
Sis(juz a millisecond after me): No-lah Papa, you're not old! (My uncle is in his late 50s)

And yeah... yours truly signed up for badminton lessons since I have so much free time(and extra calories) to kill. I've been wondering how I could wisely use this holiday and my sister(who is 16, btw)'s nightly sessions of badminton with our Indonesian maid(who's really really sweet and likable) inspired me.

So mom made some phone calls yesterday afternoon and within 1 1/2 hours my sis and I headed over to the court where we would train, armed with all the bad badminton habits we picked up over the years of playing in our house compound. At that point, I had not played in.... 4 years or more?!

The other students who were there looked like they ranged from 6-16 years of age. And they were all much, much better than us, having been trained for quite a while. Coach was a man in his late-30s sporting signs of a receding forehead with a slight pot-belly showing beneath the German World Cup jersey he was wearing. Across the court, Coach's Dad who looks 70-ish coaches a bunch of young kids. These kids will eventually be passed on to my Coach. I feel that sis and I should belong in that bunch. Anyway, the little kids were sooo cute! There's this 4 or 5-year-old little girl playing against a little boy who only looked slightly older and boy, could they play! However, each move was punctuated with squeals and giggles:

*smack*
eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!~~~
*smack*
hehhehehhhhehahahhahhhahaaa~~
*smack*
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaahahhahaa!!!!!
*smack*
aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~~
*smack*
hehhehehehhehehehhehehehehe........

Yet they hit the shuttlecock with suprising accuracy and strength, and had pretty good coverage of the court for their tiny legs.

Humbling indeed.

I was so especially captivated by that cute little girl who kept her hairlength somewhere between the ears and shoulders, that after my session ended, when I had to walk across the hall to exit, I went towards Coach's Dad with my sis tagging behind and asked...

(in Mandarin)
Me: Hi uncle. That little girl is so clever and cute. How old is she?
Coach's Dad: Hah?
Me: I was asking, how old is that little girl over there?
Coach's Dad: Haaaahhhh?
Me(pointing finger): That youngest girl there...
Coach's Dad: My son? (looking towards Coach)

This went on for about 10 seconds when finally...

Coach's Dad: Oh that one in the dark blue shirt?
Me: Yesss...
Coach's Dad: Yah, why?
Me: So how old is she?
Coach's Dad: That ah? That is not a girl, that is a boy! He is only 4.
Me: Ohhh... He'sverycleverthankyoubyebye *disappears into thin air*

I think the boy's parents were sitting just a few feet away. Yikes.

Today's lesson(the 2nd one) I found myself among a different batch of people from yesterday. Since my sis couldn't come today, I was the ONLY girl among a group of boys ranging from about 8-19 yrs of age. ack. And their skills ranged from Pretty Good to Very Good. Most of them must have been trained by Coach's Dad from a young age.

In one of the sessions where we paired off to practise, I was assigned to this poor, unfortunate chubby primary schoolboy, who's skill is Pretty Good. Well, at least a hundred times better than me. He had to bear all with my fumbling and soft namby-pamby girly shots(when I didn't miss them). I tried to give my sweetest, most apologetic smile each time I fumbled, which was often, but he seemed not to mind at all, judging from his innocent, blur-looking chubby face. Bless his soul, that kid... He might just become a fantastic coach one day if he keeps up with such patience.

Then there was this pair of older boys, most likely 16-20yrs who were Very Good. It was really exciting watching them play, 'til Coach assigned me to play with..... One Of Them. gulp. But thankfully, Very Good Kid, who happens to be quite cute as well, was very nice about it and never complained. I think we played a total of 40 mins. Poor kid, though he was nice and grinned a lot I could tell that he was getting bored after a while. He must have been thinking, "!@#$%&*... pay so much money to come and play with noobs!"

When I was leaving the hall, I passed by Coach's Dad again and this time he called, "Moi...moii!!" several times until I realised that he was calling me. I went near, and got a long nagging about how I was using all the wrong moves. Old habits die hard - like holding the racquet wrongly, bad footwork, not using enough wrist. But... but... it's only my second day here, and your son has not tried to correct those things yet. But I just nodded and agreed with him. (in Mandarin) "What if you play somewhere one day and people asked who you where you trained? Then you tell them *********** and it will shame us. Do you know how many famous people we have trained? They will ask, how come *********** teach wrong moves? If you don't know, you'd better ask my son for help to correct those wrong moves. I'm only telling you this coz I see you learning seriously" Ok.... thank you uncle... point taken. He was not kidding. This is a really famous family in the area of badminton and one of the sons is reaaaally big in the Malaysian badminton scene.

"You see those boys over there? They used to train with me when they were younger. That boy you were playing with, ** ****? I used to train him. Now he's a state champion..." crap.

Humbling indeed, again. At least when he hopefully represents Malaysia one day, I can proudly declare, "Oh ** ****? I used to play with him..."

Today cute 4-yr-old-boy-whom-I-thought-was-a-girl and his squealing buddy were at it again.

*smack*
throws racquet to the ground, run in circles screaming Eeeeyaaaaaahhhh!!!!!
*smack*
throws racquet to the ground, run in circles screaming Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy~~~~!!
*smack*
throws racquet... etc

Arghhh... Très adorable!!!

Somehow, most of the boys in today's batch, including the Very Good Pair looked really familiar to me. They could be the younger brothers of my peers who should have grown considerably after not seeing them for about 4 years. Some looked like the sons and grandson of my mom's mahjong kakis.

Oh well... let's see who's in tomorrow's batch!

Canine Cravings

2006-06-01T02:00:00.000+08:00

A couple of hours ago I acquired myself an imaginary dog. It's an adorable Daschund pup (couldn't think of any other dog that could fit into my living conditions) with a silky, shiny coat of short black fur and it's name is Pumpkin. My sweet little Pumpkin.

If you can't already tell... I want a doggggggggggggg!!!!! Dog dog dog dog doggg!!! Why the sudden craze, you might ask? Well, I've always wanted a dog of my own, especially to accompany me here in Subang. But being in my previous college it was obvious that I didn't have any extra time for myself what more a dog so it was really out of the question although I harboured intentions. So today I was just thinking aloud to Suey in the car... hey I'm no longer longer a TOA student, I will have more spare time now, no? How bout getting a dog?! [ok i will deal with my housemates later] So the moment I reached home, I rushed to my computer and surfed around for all things dog - breeds, compatibility, SPCA, Paws etc etc.

IS ANYONE GIVING OUT DOGS? Anyone knows someone who's dog is breeding now?!

Silly girl, you're crazy. By the way that's what both my housemates' responses were - You're Crazy. But I know, that deep inside they would love having a dog around. It's just the time and commitment factor and all the other responsibilities and sacrifices you have to make.

I'm crazy. I'll always be busy... I'll always somehow find a way to get myself really busy. What am I thinking.... But hey, adjustments can be made! But it's different, you don't have your family here to back you up and take care of the dog when you're out all day and only come back in the middle of the night, stupid! I wish my family would move up to Subang and stay with me =( I wish I wish...

I'd better give it A LOT of thought. Right now I'll just be content with my lil Pumpkin.

I still can't decide it's sex though.

i hate goodbyes. but how i love new beginnings...

2006-05-30T23:07:00.000+08:00

Hello world.

As of today, I am no longer a student of TOA.

After much prayer and deliberation, I have finally made my decision and I got it done officially on black and white this afternoon. I had to meet the student counselor for a talk before I withdraw, and at the end I handed up the form and she wished me all the best. I left her office with a heavy heart. I'm still in 'mourning', as my housemate puts it.

However, I am definitely excited about the future =) I'll be enrolling myself into the other popular design college, and switching my major from Digital Animation to Graphic Design. I sure am gonna miss my former major a lot, but I've thought it through carefully and talked to many people, so this is the path that I'll be taking.

Why am I doing this? Nothing wrong with TOA; in fact, it is a very good college and I would still highly recommend it. It's reputation as the college with the biggest workload is no mere rumour: it is true. So for 1 1/2 years I've allowed it to stretch my limits and capacity, a good thing too. I became much more disciplined and hardworking, and somewhere along the journey I turned into a perfectionist too ;) It was here that I learnt that I could survive with very little sleep (much thanks to a Supernatural Supply of Strength from heaven) and this period of time where I learned to shut up and stop complaining. I still feel that TOA lecturers and students have the best artwork and art sense compared to other local colleges... but the workload is crazy for a person like me who has other priorities and commitments besides my studies. Yes, it is important for my future, my family and my nation but it's not of [utmost] importance.

The time that I spend with God is more important. My family is more important. Serving God and obeying His command of making disciples. The powergroup that I lead in church. My friends. My own personal growth and development. My health. I tried to be superwoman and thought that the solution to balance all this plus my studies is to not sleep. But I've come to realise that that's not how it should work. So I had to make a choice. That's why everytime [you] ask me out I have to be a wet blanket and say No because "i've got soooo much work!" although I would LOVE to hang out... And trust me, I was never kidding about being busy. I hope I'll have more time for people who matter now =)

I'll definitely miss TOA, but I'm looking forward to what lies ahead. But I still can't believe that I'm officially no longer a TOA student!

Will reveal more details when I've enrolled myself to the other college.

Goodnight, world.

an update for update's sake

2006-05-27T02:51:00.000+08:00

hmm... nothing much that i want to say here... just to show Aeternalis that i now have THREE posts here too. hah! my old blogs had hundreds okay..don't try to fight with me ;)

anyway, my parents are coming to Subang to visit me tomorrow!!! yayyayayayyyy~ now where should i take them... *stress*

life is good. God's ways i may not fully understand sometimes, but i Believe. i don't like it when people start thinking unnecessarily and complicate it too much. all i know is to Trust and Obey.

had PG dinner just now in conjunction with a very dear sister's farewell. finally watched The Da Vinci Code after that... it was oo-kay i guess... not great nor memorable, but the book was excellent! i couldn't put it down and it kept me at the edge of my seat throughout. despite the fictitious plot that contradicts what i believe, the book only served to further affirm me in my faith rather than confuse me. well, i did ask God to teach me to be discerning before i started reading it =)

my heart is filled with excitement tonight as i think of what the future might hold. tonight i just want to declare this to the whole world: I love Jesus so so much and i will never exchange this for anything else in this world.

To Kailord_18: Hey thanks for visiting. You never give me a chance to comment on yr blog, so I had to resort to this =) Read that u're in Subang... come drop by my church one day if u're curious www.theactschurch.org Hope that Uni and Life-Away-From-The-Comforts-Of-Home is treating you well, as it has done so for me (really.)

a well-deserved break

2006-05-10T00:35:00.000+08:00

...if i may say so myself

Back in Muar once again in the last lap of my 3 week semester break(of which the entire 1st week I spent rushing to complete assignments) Looks like most of my entries are written here :)

So I've been spending my time doing things that I never have time to do in Subang. TV, read, bake(i'm not as useless as I look, okay!), TV, catch up on a couple of movies i missed, meet up with old friends and relatives <3... getting almost healthy amounts of sleep.. yeah, almost ;P it's not that easy to adjust you know... but what I'm getting is pretty much sufficient for me. More TV... Oh yes, and jogging. And how I hate it! But input banyak, so output pun kena banyak; if you get what i mean.

Meeting up with Chew and Quek tomorrow night, yay! It's been ages since we had a high school reunion, albeit such a mini one like this. But I'm just glad to be able to see them again. Hang out like old times... Laugh without worrying about what people at surrounding tables would think, in trademark Convent schoolgirl fashion. Yep, it's gonna be a good time =)

Oh it's past midnight now - Happy 21st Birthday Adele!!!!! You're legal now! As I am, and really, if you're like me, it doesn't make any difference at all.

Bedtime. I'd better go to bed now... to do some reading before I sleep. teehee.

To my 2 dear housemates in Subang who are probably still up now preparing for coming exams, and who probably will still be up for the next few hours... MUAHAHAHHAAH it's your turn now!!! Just kidding... ALL THE BEST! Praying for you two esp. for Supernatural Strength. Take care, wish I was there to help lighten the load of housekeeping and such. Or maybe not. Haha =)

the first post.

2006-05-04T01:15:00.000+08:00

i'm back again =)

why did i delete this blog then revive it once again? well, simply because i felt like it. no long, complicated, emotional story involved. i just felt like deleting it from the worldwideweb one night and so i did.

and tonight i felt like owning a blog again.

and so i did.

^_^ til the next post!