| Thursday, December 28, 2006 |
| The Firsts for Everything - Part 2 |
It's 9.31AM in London. I just had breakfast and ready to embark into another new journey. I'll be heading to Nottingham where Lyon's brother, Rudi and his girlfriend Eve are acquiring their tertiary education. I'll be living in the whole frenzies of campus life. Something like a trial run before the big deal right???? XD
I've visited many places and many shopping malls of course. Sadly to say, my converter brain takes its toll, so I didn't manage to shop a lot. Except for a few winter items which I will use in the near future.
So don't worry mom! I'm not spending that much, well, for the time being!
Few interesting things have happened for the past few days.
1. I went to watch Chicago Musical!!! Sooooooooooooo freaking nice!
2. Lyon and I got separated from the group when taking the Tube. So had to find own way back.
3. Went to Madame Tussards
4. Double decker Bus!
5. Went to Gala Casino, legally mind you! My first visit to one. Didn't bet though.
I'll post the pictures when i get back, where the internet connection does not suck!
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| posted by WnE @ 5:31 PM |
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| Saturday, December 23, 2006 |
| The Firsts For Everything - Part 1 |
I know I left on a sudden note. But I'm back. This time, unlike being at my usual blogging space, of me planting my ass comfortably on my dining chair, I'm currently stranded at the Brunei Airport terminal. My UK flight that was scheduled at 8.15PM was delayed under dire circumstances (the current fog problem in UK, maybe). Anyways, instead of you being clueless about what I'm trying to convey, I'll just start from the beginning.
22nd December 2006, Friday
Crazy day. Did last minute shopping (disposable underwear). Then, got a phone call from Lyon to pick up acceptance offer letter from Melbourne University. Got kinda reluctant because we were behind time. It was the Winter Festival (Dong Zhi) so mom made little balls out of glutinous rice flour with gula melaka syrup. It symbolizes a coming of age and a safe voyeur into the winter.
Typical Winnie. Forgot her new contacts and had to patah balik to get them. Wasted 20 precious minutes and i was like semut on the hotpot (chinese proverb for the unitiated, it means worrying like shit. Lol). When i finally reached KLIA and checked in my luggage, the immigration people told me: "Go straight to the gate, now!"
So i did, portraying a very (fake) confident face, deceiving people from the fact that I was travelling alone for the first time. It didn't produce the results that I wanted. Instead, I left my handphone whilst passing through security. Dang.
I had to bloody run up the escalator, and I fell flat on the edge. I scratched my new boots. Both knees are suffering from bruises. =(. All for the love of my life. Sigh. Sorry Lyon. Think about it. That was the only possible mode of communication with you ya know? =P Family. They would have freaked out too if I had been unreachable throughout my travels.
So yea, having exposed my utter stupidity, I quickly marched towards the terminal area. And was i glad to see a familiar face. Lyon's friend from Miri, Mr. Yee spotted me. We shared notes about the flight and of course, Miri. Did i mention I took business class to go there? Mind you, I was desperate to get there.
But desperation has its perks as I've got to experience first class treatment. They (airhostess) called me Ma'am. =.= Am i a Ma'am to you?
Appetizers consisted of Smoked Salmon and Cod Fish. Omg! I was dumb founded. Delicious. =).
Another thing, I pity the Mat Salleh who was sitting beside me, maybe at times he was trying to start a conversation, but I was reluctant to even look in his direction. Uncomfortable situation. Maybe under different circumstances, I might have taken a different approach to things. Furthermore, there was this Chinese guy who incessantly tried to flirt with the air hostess! Eww~~
Business class was fun and weird altogether.
Time seemed to pass by so fast. I was ecstatic when I heard the pilot announced the landing. Memories flashed my mind. The moment I've been waiting for. To put both feet on the grounds of Miri.
I wheeled my luggage out. And I was still trying to sink it all in. I burst into tears as I saw Lyon waiting impatiently for me. His friends, Clinton, Ronald, Vincent, Dunstan, Daniel and Foo Hua aka our convoys were there too and we met up at Esplenade beach. The beach in Miri was beautiful at night. We then headed to Coffee Bean and shared silly jokes and laughter. Lyon drove me back to his house around 1am, and I only managed to sleep at 4.30am! Talk about adjusting to a new environment.
Part 2 (23rd December 2006), coming soon... Labels: Travel |
| posted by WnE @ 11:00 PM |
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| Friday, December 22, 2006 |
| Choices |
I absolutely love anything relating to literature. The power of pen, more mighty than swords. The supremacy of words and languages. The meaning of it as deep as the abyss. Cynical that is literature, an old friend used to suggest. Considering the kaleidoscope of characteristics literature possesses, it would be beneficial for humans to pay close attention to the essential lessons literature expresses.
Quotations will be aplenty in this entry, and they represent a different approach I am taking.
Choices.
A noun we learn to heed the day we were born.
Don't believe in the shit I'm saying?
Why, a part of you does at least.
We chose to live. We chose to give in to the natural reaction of opening our mouths and crying as our doctors whack our butts, to teach us another natural action to breathe oxygen.
Theodore Roosevelt conveys that "In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing."
Life's full of choices. And each changes everything.
One leads you plunging into the sea.
One leads you to divine enlightenment.
Yesterday, I went back to Taylor's to obtain my results. So there occured another dilemma. The choices to consider. The path I'm undertaking in the new year.
Only when he voluntarily chooses that which he inexorably must do, has man any free will at all, quoted by M. Esther Harding.
Should I be choosing something I've decided reluctantly, but leads to a more promising future, or something i truly want in the beginning?
Should i justify my hard efforts? Or waste it on the less competitive podium due to my low self confidence?
I'm not making much sense am I?
At least I'm given (little) time to consider both options.
Fyi: I'm going to be in UK for the next 2 weeks. Will blog when I'm not sightseeing. Lol.Labels: Scribbles |
| posted by WnE @ 11:41 AM |
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| Tuesday, December 19, 2006 |
| Independence Day |
Tis gonna be a small tinsy entry before the biggie surprise tomorrow. A build up to the climax. Wouldn't wanna announce national emergency before the actual occurence of the incident aight? XD
SAMmies and SAMrettes, listen up! Tomorrow is our equilavent of the Independence Day!!! (sounds better than Dooms Day leh???)
The SSABSA website would be a hotspot for the day, or two. And counterparts would be anxiously awaiting the instant where a new page renews after the Registration Number and Pin Number have been entered.
RESULTS ARE HERE TOMORROW! Ahh!!!
Seriously, I'm not freaking out one bit. It's a major breakthrough because I was portrayed as incredibly uneasy the night before SPM results were released. The wait was excruciating.
The outcome?
I was photographed being hysterical, of course, the positive hysteria =P
 I look extremely constipated, and in agonising pain...
But nolah! Tears of joy lah!
Eh, I'm given credit leh!
According to Len my hilarious picture would be appearing in this year's school yearbook. =.=
So much for dramatic effect.
This year's format is a wee bit different. Thanks to a more canggih Australian system, we are able to know our results firsthand on the net. That means no more exposed pictures of people crying with joy or weeping with pain. As we only can obtain the hard copy results on Thursday, the fun would dampen a bit.
Being the busybodies we are, are we sure we can resist being liberal and not nosing into our friends' results?
Is it even plausible for us to be seemingly blissful of our surroundings?
The ball is back to you.
To end this entry, I wish all my fellow SAMmies and SAMrettes, especially M2 peeps success! Good luck in all your future undertakings!
I'm out.Labels: Scribbles |
| posted by WnE @ 6:11 PM |
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| Sunday, December 17, 2006 |
| Untitled |
Ahh, sundays are heavenly. Last night, maybe it was caffeine kicking in late...
Lol...I hadn't drunk so much caffeine till yesterday...
So I couldn't sleep. Was absorbed in a conversation about supernaturals during dinner that it filled my mind the whole night.
Sheesh.
My friends who know me well, would know the fact that I absolutely loathe horror flicks. Because I have such vivid imagination that a spur 3 seconds of watching a ghost haunting humans could lead me to endless nights of trauma.
THEY LINGER IN MA FCUKING HEAD! Haih.
After a rough night of battling with fear for supernaturals, I woke up at 12pm. Due to the immense shopping I had indulged for the past week, I felt the need to be productive and took on the pivotal role of housekeeping.
Mom's taking a long awaited break by hanging out with her friends, so I was the mother-wannabe for the day.
Swepted the floor, dealt with stubborn ants, cleaned the kitchen and dried the clothes. To bring some positivity into mind, I treat chores as exercise regime. =) Not that this was my first time mind you! I haven't had the luxury of a maid for 3 years, so yes, I have been doing daily chores ever since. So in retro respect, i do have what it takes to be reasonably good housewife. Heheh!!
After the harsh cleaning up, I pampered myself by doing a part facial, and out of curiosity, decided to curl my hair.
 I added the effect to cover my double eyebags. Sigh.
Len says I look old with curled hair. My plans of doing just that have been dampened a little. Not sure what to do with my locks now. Straight or curled?
Gaa!
This is worse than choosing which university to go. Lol. Jk. I ain't that vain.
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| posted by WnE @ 6:15 PM |
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| Saturday, December 16, 2006 |
| Shout Out! |
Yung aka Vyse (I love that name yo!),we go clubbing as compensation!! Had to forego a very spontaneous outing with him to go Ampang. Oh well, i was deceived by the fact that i was going to eat Yong Tau Foo there. So, *ehem*, kinda gleefully declined any other plans for the my own indulgence. Sorry Vyse!!! We go shake our booty on January!
Anyways, after much delay, mom decided that we go eat Yong Tau Foo some other day. Imagine the heartbreak and pain my stomach had to endure! I purposely starved myself to only consume 3 biscuits in the morning, just to add the extra space for my favourite Fried Wantan. Haiz.
This is a shout out to Joanne! For coming back to KL from Sydney! We will go out definitely! and shop!! XD
Shout out to Vincent! Who is still jovial on the internet! Lol. Come to KL ler wei! XD Let's go party!!
Anyways, does anybody have any job vacancies to fill? I'm so broke and desperate! So call me yea? =P
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| posted by WnE @ 10:22 PM |
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| A Tint of Christmas |
In the spirit of Christmas, yesterday night i headed down to Cineleisure Damansara to watch Wei Wen carolling with his 'troupe', the SS Gospel Centre and AGAPE Chapel group. There were many parents and children alike, busying taking pictures of their loved ones standing in position, ready to serenade the crowd with Christmas carols. Maybe I was underexposed, since I'm not a Christian (though many times I've been perceived as one by people), so the carols were rather unique, consisting of traditional songs with modern twist. What makes it more special is that there is a live band closeby complimenting the beautiful vocals of the group.
Booklet with Lyrics
The Carolling Group 
The Live Band, the drummer's cool! =P 
Wei Wen, red shirt, second guy from the right, so camera shy... I wasn't alone on purpose. Aik Sern was supposed to teman me. BUT! He came right on time as the group began to disperse. =.=
After that, we chit-chatted, and went shop hopping (there wasn't many shops in Cineleisure, so..). We stopped by Skin Food where Sern bought (manly) nail polishes. I was broke, so didn't get any, rather, played with the samples...If there were no prying shopkeepers, i could have painted all my nails there and then. That's what full bottle samples are for right? Heheh! If retail shops were smart enough, they better ban me from stepping into their premises from now on.
I love this colour! Though I'd probably not wear this out! We ended our gathering around 10.30pm. And unexpectedly, I met up with Wei Lynn! Shout out to you gal! Do support the choir group as they visit various places like Palace of the Golden Horse and One Utama to spread love and embrace Christmas! Surprisingly no pictures of me posing eh? I was also caught off guard by myself you know??? Lol. Labels: Happenings |
| posted by WnE @ 10:56 AM |
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| Thursday, December 14, 2006 |
| Mundane |
It has been 3 weeks since I officiated my blog. To those to even care to listen to my incessant babble, i humblely appreciate your kind thought. =)
It also has been 3 weeks since i've graduated from SAM. But unlike some friends who are taking internship, working part-time or undertaking profitable short term survey jobs, I basically slump in the comfort of my house or hit the mall. Not that i do not want to be productive, rather, i have prior matters to take control of. One of them is my violin grade 8 practical examination which just ended hours ago. Which i screwed up pretty bad. =S
This would be my shortest entry so far. Lack of thought and inspiration today. Feel soul-less. Hopefully tomorrow i can bounce out of this mundane feeling.
P/s. Any upcoming dance parties you know of, please care to share? I'm feeling kinda fat.
Feel as if i've disposited more junk than i poop out. No, i didn't just say that.
Oh yes, i did.Labels: Scribbles |
| posted by WnE @ 10:43 PM |
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| Wednesday, December 13, 2006 |
| In the Name of Love |
I'm a self professed sucker for love stories. How one true love transcends all boundaries possible, how a man and a woman surrender themselves for each other, ever willingly, faithfully, eternally. Refering not to the usual teen fiction which deals with the issue of popular quarterback meets plain jane, rather, I am easily drawn by a tale whereby the male character gathers new found courage to express his tender love to the female character. So yes, i bow before Nicholas Sparks' penmanship and omniscience in the element of love. It may be superficial, but i believe every girl appreciates a good story. Furthermore, every girl is entitled to be taken aback, carried into a realm where she can be captivated by the essence of love.
I last rode on the love train yesterday when i was reading Message in a Bottle by the genius Nicholas himself. I always wanted to read this book, but kept pushing my attempt to give space to other matters. Before Lyon left to Miri, he bought this book and lent me to accomplish my age old mission.
All was worthwhile. I indulged in the book like a little girl given a box of candies. Below are little excerpts of the message i was most touched upon:
My darling Catharine,
I miss you, my darling, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together. i can almost feel you beside me as i write this letter, and i can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you...
...The wind was blowing your hair, and your eyes held the fading sunlight. I am struck as i see you leaning against the rail. You were beautiful, i think as i see you, a vision that i can never find in anyone else. I slowly began to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, i notice that others have been watching you as well. 'Do you know her?' They ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile to me, i simply answer with the truth. 'better than my own heart.' ...
...But then, as always, the mist start to form as stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and i find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling ground, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us...
I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because i know it is time for you to go...
And i watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and i am alone on the pier and i do not care what others think as i bow my head and cry and cry and cry.
Garrett
I'm so girly girl. I have to have my own romantic escapism in real life right? And i've got the best solution.
A little extract dated July 24th reads:
"You know the background you're in doesnt really matter. I can always imagine a beautiful sunrise and sunset behind you. The light directly behind, the waves roaring and the sky as if on fire."
In the name of love, you sent this, you know you did. =DLabels: Inspiration |
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| Monday, December 11, 2006 |
| Guessing Game |
Don't get me wrong, this was Lyon's idea. XD
Guess an 'item':
What is long? (Thinking dirty?)
Varies in sizes... (Are you really?)
And soft on a certain part, hard on the other... (I bet it's closer...)
Kinda hairy (...closer...)
It goes well with something White... (Warmer...)
and usually used in private? (Almost there!)
I know it's lame, but heck! You may get it, you may not...
The answer is...
(scroll more...)
Toothbrush!
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| posted by WnE @ 9:10 PM |
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| Sunday, December 10, 2006 |
| A Tad Smaller Bridget Jones |
*Exhale* I reminisce on my blissful childhood.
AhHa! Gonna use this to blackmail me huh?
Notice the chubby-ness i possessed since young.
I mean, with the amount i eat everyday, it's only reasonable (or not) for me to gain some pounds right? But i sure do envy some girls who burn calories like burning fireworks.
During Form 4, i was engaging in a cutting down of food intake (sounds less guilty than diet). Due to the occurence of stress and peer pressure. But that's a different story. My method included eating salads while my family indulged in KFC's fried chicken, an avid visitor of the Salad Bar in Pizza Hut, ordering fish instead of meat (i still do), and exercising 3 times a week. Sometimes, i went to the extreme by starving during school recess.
The verdict? *jeng jeng jeng* I lose 3kgs and was looking hagged.
It's fun to be able to fit into microminis, practically slip into every dress tossed at you. However, it's more rewarding when you get to create an ensemble that compliments your body shape, no matter what size you are. So, yes, however cliche it may sound, a size which you feel most comfortable and is not life-threatening can be concluded as your perfect size.
Till then, we should push ourselves little by little, aiming sensible goals without going overboard.
My most effective exercise regime to date includes:
An hour of clubbing/ disco/ fast-paced dance - 300 calories
An hour of practising violin for upcoming exam - 133 calories
In average, for one session, I dance in college parties and clubs for 2 hours; at my own private residence, shaky my booty for an hour.
and played approximately 5 hours of violin this week.
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| posted by WnE @ 11:30 PM |
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| Saturday, December 09, 2006 |
| Anak Malaysia |
After digging my own grave for the past 4 days, i finally redeemed myself and went shopping. This time, it was necessity shopping. The shopping complexes sure cast a great spell on Malaysians. We have been hypnotized by these irresistible sales offered by shops aplenty. We are zombies enough to patiently queue into respective complexes, and embrace a seemingly elevated hope that for the 20th time, we would finally be granted a parking lot. Luckily, our (mom and I) lucky stars were shining on us. =D
The human traffic in Mid Valley was madness. Nagivating was tough. At times, some phycho would jostle and scramble the goods available, for fear that the other might rob his fortune. I guess some people have deeply rooted kiasu-ism in their veins...
Our international counterparts are avid shoppers too, however, they aren't one of the most efficient bargain hunters i've seen. I was in Cuit Boutique and I witnessed three travellers (the shopkeeper believed they are from India), busy stacking up luxury bags from Guess, LV and Pierre Cardin on the payment counter. For Christmas presents, they explained. They didn't need to bargain, just too filthy rich to even bother negotiating.
The best part about shopping in Malaysia is that it is always relatively cheaper than elsewhere in the world. I mean, we are constantly blaming about the cut-throat taxes on imported cars, but the truth is, the luxuries in our daily lives are marginally cheaper than any place in the globe.
So i've decided to create my very own shopping list and a To-Do list before i hit the road to Australia, taking into consideration reviews from friends who have been experiencing heartburns due to the high cost of living overseas (That's you Aik Sern =)).
Winnie's Shopping List:
1. Stationary (To last me a year)
2. Disposable Underwear (Trust me, they do come in handy)
3. Walking Shoes (Boots preferably =D)
4. Winter clothing (And ask whether there is a dire need for ear muffs)
Winnie's To-Do List:
+++ Consume enough cheap, and tantalizing Malaysian Food such as:
1. Otak Otak (Btw, Thanks Ashley for Muar Otak Otak!!!! I owe you big time bro! XD)2. Loh Bak Kou aka Carrot Cake3. Foong Foong Ampang Yong Tau Foo4. Pork Intestines Porridge (Pardon me my Muslim friends and non-pork consumers, I know it sounds disgusting, but it's freakin' delicious! =P)5. Jalan Imbi's Roti Bakar6. Pontian's Red Mee7. Pontian's Popiah8. Eat at least one time at Shogun9. Nasi Lemak from Damansara Village10. Mom's cooking (OMG! Most important wei!)11. Roast Lamb from Lake Club+++ Visit places like:
1. Swensen's (My Coit Tower!)2. Aquaria (I haven't been there before!)3. Laundry Bar @ the Curve4. RuumsKL5. Singapore (most unlikely)6. RedBox7. Bangsar for New Year's Eve8. Cinemas! (One show's ticket is around Aus$12! WTF!??!)+++ Meet up with peeps!
1. Primary Mates (hopefully they still remember me!)2. Wei Wen, Sumin, Yan Min, Aik Sern, Oui, Ean, Sharon)3. Uncle Eng and family for dinner4. Braden and our promised mamak gathering5. M2!!!! 6. Dance Club committees7. My relatives from Pontian8. Yung Chien, Sumei, Nat aka Hybrid Fusion for a dance session =D9. Aik Sern's Pool Party10. Last but not least, Lyon. =)So much to do, so little time! As i go on, i'll either tick more or add more. =P
So if you happen to be listed (for those who are not, do not fret, call me up, i'll be there!) , you are WANTED in my future endeavours.
Please be free for me!
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| posted by WnE @ 7:43 PM |
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| Friday, December 08, 2006 |
| Dreams |
Dreams. A wonderful phenomena unexplainable, no matter how bullet train-like science progresses. All that 'not reaching REM state' scientific verity cannot fully solve the mystery surfacing my dream about flunking my ESL papers two nights ago (Stay tuned for my finals results).
The question is do you believe in these non-lucid dreams?
I am an ardent fan of the Madam Zorra section in StarWeekend, especially when she interprets readers' dreams. My human nature of pessimism usually dictates that these readings are merely random guesses, that they arbitrarily use readers' information/marital problems to fill in the empty blanks of the imaginings. Despite that, we are all captivated by what these prophets have to say, how superficial it may be.
Sometimes, we believe for the sake of being 'safe'. We deceive ourselves by saying 'Maybe premonition is taking place, trying to warn us of the danger ahead.''
The occurence of deJavu is miraculous. Everybody feels it. Yet, its very existence is extraordinary.
My dreams mostly consist of interation with different people, and i do not mean the dirty interation mind you!
Two years ago, i dreamt about this handsome guy named Curtis, and he 'resides' in Subang. He fought crocodiles which were going to make me dinner. Go figure.
If there were a dream God, this would be my wishlist to Him.
1. Dream of becoming a world reknowned singer (almost impossible)
2. Dream of having curled hair (I've been comtemplating to style my dull hair for a while)
3. Dream of being stark naked in Alaska (REALly impossible)
I have come across few companies' websites which claim that 'by doing this, add a sprinkle of that, you can dream of wonderful things at night'. With a minimal fee of course.
So if anyone, including mua, ever want to alter their dreams, should look for them.
Until then, I'll just imagine myself being stark naked in Alaska.
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| posted by WnE @ 3:19 PM |
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| Thursday, December 07, 2006 |
| The Hands that Rock the Cradle Rule the World |
I always want to break free. I yearn for my freedom, where i could make my own decisions, without having anyone obstructing. When the word 'pedigree' is heard, discomfort creeps. Maybe it is a kind of defensive mechanism i use to protect myself from further pressure.
I come from a very respectful family, with strict values and customs. So, there is of course, a certain stress to live up to their expectation, although it seems that they accept me for whoever i am.
Being the firstborn adds unnecessary weight on my shoulder. Being the eldest in the family spells more resposibility. When mom is not around, I have to soak the clothes for her. When there is leftover food, i have this certain urge or 'responsibility' to finish it although i am already stuffed.
I was always the guinea pig, the experimental mice. So, parenting wise, they are always trying different methods. My parents took me to my first day of school till Form 2. Because as i age, new adventure begins for them. When my parents first met Lyon, they kept numb. Not because they disapproved, but rather felt difficult to sink in at that moment.
Generation gap dominates and I admit I am not the most obedient daughter. Sometimes, i fall prey to teenage stress and peer pressure, that I take them for granted. I take my family for granted. I listen to my ego more than my heart.
I know it has been very difficult to live under the same roof as me, as they constantly need to bend rules for my sake. But still, i'm thankful that everyday daddy, who is close to retirement, would work extremely hard to make ends meet, mom would give up her work for the family. I believe this is her true vocation, being a mom. Because despite all the arguments we have, she would continue fighting for our family.
My parents have moulded me to who i am. Their blood runs through my veins. I have become the heir of the pale skin tone God endowed my mom, and dad's fleshy snout! I have inherited my dad's natural ability to sing, and my mom's passion for dance and arts.
I obtain one trait akin to theirs, which is the perseverance to succeed, keep on pushing until our skin peels off.
Today is my parents' 20th wedding anniversary. So i dedicate this poem for both of you.
Thank you for having faith in me.
However hard it was.
An illness is compounded by
No one coming near.
Kindness can take courage when
You see what mania does.
Opening your arms to me
Unravels my own fear.
Let your love soar and forever rekindled. Your four rascals will always be naughty, but we will always love you! Labels: Heart to Heart |
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| Wednesday, December 06, 2006 |
| There is Something about Dance |
There is something about a person when he or she moves. The way they glide from one place to another. The rhythm they tap with their right foot as they lift their left. It seems that their souls hasten for a while.
Dance transcends so many elements that, it's a movement itself. It's a form of non-verbal communication among people.
Dance is made up of emotions, actions, and beliefs. The paso doble is inspired by bullfight where a dancer don himself as the bull ever ready to charge against the follower, which acts as the matador's cape. Ballroom and Latin dances are filled with sensual touch to the senses. It portrays a man and a woman making wonderful love on the dancefloor. Disco on the other hand, is carefree and layback. Also, broadway enhances the movements with props to tell a certain tale to the audience.
There is something about moving cohesively. When dancers of hundreds sashay away to the tunes of ballet in unison. Like an army of troops marching and drilling. This nonsensical shifting of the legs and hands may be deemed too routine at times, but that unison should be reflected in our lives which are bombarded by wars and political instability. If everyone should direct their attention to the same objectives, the world would not have suffered the consequences.
Today, we have hip hop. To defy the convention, hip hop culture is born. Not dance, but culture. Hip hop perceives life not to be sterile, but rather freedom. Krumping is discovered. It portrays dancers with furious grunts, sometimes frightening, but emotion-filled.
We all dance in our lifetime. Our heart dances when pumping blood into our system. So, in retro respect, we are all good dancers.
All dancers have one thing in common, they dance not for the society, they dance for themselves. They dance from the heart. Labels: Inspiration |
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| Tuesday, December 05, 2006 |
| Dancing in the Rain |
P.S 3rd and 4th Night Out entry and pictures will be published as soon as i receive the pictures from respective parties.
At this very moment, Lyon Cheu is now on board, flying back to his hometown. It is a real saddening fact that i am only able to see him on the 5th January 2007. That's a whole month!
For those who are not aware, I'm not going to Miri and United Kingdom anymore, because of unforeseen circumstances.
Yesterday was a bittersweet day. It suddenly struck me that I'll have to fend for myself for 30 days, as i have become more dependent on Lyon in many ways, mentally especially.
We are an item of envy, many people perceives. In Ee Jen's words, power couple. In Joshua's words, single entity. In Douglas' words, inseparable. But of course, who really knows the dirt under the rug?
We have our stark differences. He was the more generous one, whilst I was frugal. In SAM, his area of strength consists of mathematical analysis, while I shine more with my writing and literature skills. He is the youngest of the family, I am the oldest in mine, but in this relationship, role reversals occur.
So yes, our thoughts are different in most ways. Arguments? We have our little and heated ones all the time. I remember when we were boycotting each other in class, and i was sheding tears as if there was a bereavement. Our classmates were so concerned about us that, they sent both of us encouraging words to be strong and learn to forgive. I love you M2!
Nevertheless, he has stamped a big impact in my life. Very romantic in person, yet rational, he was one of the few people who dares to take on any challenge. I was attracted by his daring display of strength yet, sometimes humble persona. A tad stubborn, but always ready to compromise.
Darling, this is a short tribute to you, a man with abundance of courage, enigmatic character, and with vivid imagination. A person who has deep respect for his friends, a person who has faith in me. I love you and I await patiently for your comeback. Then we'll go dancing in the rain.
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| posted by WnE @ 1:15 PM |
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| 2nd Night Out - Xin Mei's Birthday Party |
On the 1st December 2006, which was a Friday, i drove to college to meet Ms. Prem, my SAM ESL lecturer. She was to be my referee for my university accommodation application. Then i came across this outside the SAM office.
Wow! We were given such great credit. =)
On the 2nd December, things were rough. I've said some stupid things to the people i care most. So I apologised to whoever had been deeply affected by that traumatic experience. I met up with Lyon at One Utama, then after much deliberation, i decided to attend a party organized by Ngin Jiin for her friend's birthday.
The venue was magnificent! It was a new condominium called Bangsar Puteri, and the poolside area was gorgeous. We met some new friends and of course, the birthday girl, Xin Mei. Lyon's friend, Daniel from Australia was also there to celebrate Xin Mei's glorious day.
There was wondrous food such as spaghetti, fruit tarts and my personal favourite for the night, chocolate brownies! My chocolate obsession has been rekindled!
Clinton was really professional at Barbequing! Chef Tan indeed! Whilst i was standing there admiring his expertise, and of course, trying out his finished 'product' of cute sausages. =P
I did not take any pictures because my phone battery was low!
It was a really nice time with Lyon and his apartment mates. Have not hung out with them like this before. And of course, ever cute Jiin with her silly antics!
Although I didn't mingle with the rest of the people like i hoped, still, it was a very fruitful experience and hopefully i will have the opportunity to meet my new friends again!
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| posted by WnE @ 12:19 PM |
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| 1st Night Out - Soul Soiree |
I've been deserting my blog for 4 days, like a mother neglecting her child. Not because i want to. Just that life has been so hectic that it's awfully hard to find time to station myself to blog. For the past 5 days, i've been sleeping at 1-2am! To think that Winnie used to advocate the importance of good sleeping habits...
The night of 30 November 2006 was the Soul Soiree happening in QBar, Sunway. I released the posing habit i happen to cultivate in the car during long rides. XD
 I find the open-mouthed pose very interesting this season...
Lyon and i figured we were early, so we killed time by 'shopping' in Sunway Pyramid. If i were Paris Hilton, i'd be flattered for passer-bys looked amazed by the stark difference of dress code i was portraying. Dressed in pink and white fairytale dress, I was definitely a stand out among the jeans and t-shirt clad Pyramid community.
I bared no jewellry on my way there, so Lyon was kind enough to let me sprulge on 'emergency' earrings. (3 of the 4 earrings i've chosen are gone at publish time. =( )
At 7.30pm, Qbar was officially open. Lyon and I were ushered inside, and sadly there were not a single person we knew! So we gleefully took a table further from the other attendees and of course, took some pictures!  At the table ^^
Me and my darling.
And NO, we did not colour co-ordinate.  The Qbar, my first outing to a bar so far! =)
DJ Chyn Wei, the organizer of this event and my fellow friend, entertained us with his magic cards. Few minutes later, some familiar faces of Taylor's College were seen. David, Wei Lynn, Kelvin and Ray were equally surprised by our presence. We relocated to more private and comfortable seats then started to mingle about. Food was the usual Malaysian fare, consisting of fried rice, finger food etc. I absolutely adore the fried potatoes!!!
Then performance time arrived. 
Local band Disagree rocking the stage! Woohoo!
 He's damn hot! Girls were going ga-ga over him.
 I-dunno-whats-their-band-name Duo doing the beatbox!
The dance floor was open. As usual, regardless of being out of place, Lyon and I sizzled the dance floor. At one point, we were having a friendly battle with another couple from Sunway. At least he thought we were. Songs selection by the DJs were alright, but lacking variety somehow, and lacking pace. My movements had to be a semitone slower. Lol.
See how i danced my heart out! XD
Me and Kelvin, the organizer for Phenomenon @ Ruums (will blog when i get the pics! =))
 Chyn Wei and Me! This was his last event. Good luck in the States!
Overall, it could be better with more attendees and more publicity. But organizing an event is tough (Dance Competition experience), so give em props! =P
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| posted by WnE @ 10:47 AM |
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| Friday, December 01, 2006 |
| Fate |
I feel like a mosquito which has been zapped.
I feel like the world contains an empty hole and we are all inclined to jump into that empty hole someday or somehow.
Like a hare hiding in a cave when it is frightened.
Like the 10-year-old boy who throws tantrum when his parents decide not to purchase the desired toy.
We say fate is what we make, but most times, fate determines most things. Like how your competition form got mixed up by the postman which prevents you from winning a trip to United Kingdom. Like the star-crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet whose fate is sealed after love at first sight. (This feels like Literature SPM).
Of course, my current predicaments would seem minimal if compared to those who have no choice but to be born under harsh conditions, and dire circumstances. Talk about the HIV infected children, who live to die, for no fault of theirs.
Sometimes things are not in your liking. Sacrifices have been made along the process of solving the problem, or at least reduce the tendency of reaching a stage called failure. Sometimes a stage of enlightment, depends on perspective. Despite all that hard work, your spirits are broken time and time.
If you are stuck in the same situation, my only solution is to slowly weave the cloth of hope, thread by thread. Even if it means dislocating your hand or wrist (like i did), at least we live to tell a tale. A tale to amuse, a story to recollect, an account to stir emotions. After all, humans are not meant to be perfect. We wish to be godly, but never reach divinity. We attempt to resist but alas we get succumbed by temptation and curiosity. I guess the point i'm trying to convey is that life's a vacuum. It sucks but at the end of the day, we all need it to clean our past, renew ourselves, replenish what's taken away from us.
Hope springs eternal. Sometimes opportunities bestowed upon one cannot be taken freely. Life is so much more tougher.
I'll just rely on hope to ensure things will turn better.
On the side note, there will be A College Night Out party @ RuumsKL (Google the address) this coming Monday which is the 4th December 2006. Light meal will be provided, coupled with exciting performances. RM50 per person and do come in a pack of 5. For more information, please contact Kelvin 0163126338. Pass the word around and make this an unforgettable event!Labels: Inspiration |
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