Something about Penang

I have never thought that the longitudinal difference between Penang and KL is of such great significance (you’ll know why) until we, 8 of us, the KL-ites, Klang-ites & Johor-ian, stumbled upon this small island…

We left Klang around 11am in a yackety-yak spirit but that did not last long. Half an hour later, people had already begun plugging tiny little buds that sing into their ears and lay back in a more ‘comfortable’ position. But, Hello! How comfortable can it be when the bus is taking around 6 freaking hours to reach Penang?! And so, we were finally freed from the bus hostage and yEaY! At last! We were finally fed with food around 5pm; and that was our LUNCH. We were all very hungry but the hungriest are still Joe and Jeevan. Not only did they take 3 helpings each but I think they almost wanted to swallow all the plates and cutleries as well. No kidding, really!

After filling our stomach, we were brought to our shelter in Condo Gembira, which literally means Happy Condo. Ok, we were all happy and we lived there happily ever after. The End.

Chris’ condo was superb and cool. (Note that I said Chris’ condo, NOT Chris. Hehe) He has his own unit all by himself. What can a boy like him ask for more? He is not even 21, but have already accomplished two out of the five great ‘C’s; cash and condo! Give him another few more years, you shall see him having the entire ‘C’ thingy on his hand. Way to go, Chris! Oh, his family? Not to worry. They are great and he has got a real cool mom. All of us had a great time with his mom. She shared with us fascinating stories about our dear Chris and none of us could stop laughing. And on second thought, we all agreed that it would be better to leave Chris at home and hang out with his mom instead coz it is way more fun. But too bad, he is always keeping us away from his mom. Sigh. Despite all that I’ve said, some words of warning to all the vulnerable girls out there, don’t get too near Chris. He has ‘commitment phobic disorder’ and he is ‘playful’…

After waiting for all the guys to wash up and put on their make-ups, we headed to the Kapitan at Gurney’s and had yummy tandoori chick-ies. Yup, that’s our dinner around 9pm. We lingered around the polluted looking beach for a while before driving to Hui Ying’s place. Her house was cool and unique. Her garden is outside the house compound at the first floor!! *blink blink...wow!* After she got some of her stuffs to stay overnight at Chris’ place, we all crashed back at his Happy Condo. Oh yeah, not to forget, Jeevan stole a very useful tool from Hui Ying’s house. The SAHIBA set! Poor boy, he probably thought that it was real money in there. Haha. But anyway, all of us enjoyed playing Black Jack with the 'money'; not a bad entertainment afterall and you'll get to see Noah go bankrupt all the time. lolZ.

It was already 1am when we were back but few of them decided to go out “Dota”. The rest of us stayed back. Rest time? Nope, it was just the perfect time for late night movies. Thanks to Chris’ DVD collections, we never run out of DVDs to watch. They played Dark Water and Flight Plan that night morning. I could barely hold my eyelids up anymore after the first movie and I went ZZZzzz after that. And just as the sun started to rise, Khai Hon started clicking the tv buttons and before you realized, we were all up early in the morning watching tv. (By the way, it was a live award ceremony.) Yawn!

After having our LUNCH around 4pm, we went through some really winding roads to reach Batu Ferringhi. And our main activity for that day was water sports. We got a great deal ( lotsa people told me it was) and we did para-gliding, jet skiing and banana boat. All three for RM 100, isn’t that a good deal? I thought I got the best deal because they told me that they’ll cut my string off while para-gliding and that I’ll land in Indonesia, with no extra charge. But it was rather disappointing. They are bad, con men! They got me nowhere! I was still stranded at the small island…I want my money to be refunded!!! Hehe. Kidding. Anyway, we had real fun time over there. But, thousand apologies to Chris. I did not mean to make you deaf or anything. It was sort of like a spontaneous reaction. So sowwweeee~!!! I know I did get a bit paranoid but the ride was really really fun, especially at high speed. Haha. Later that night, we had our dinner around 11pm. And by that time, I was quite convinced that Malaysia is a multi time zone country. Funny but true, we all sleep and eat at weird time in Penang. Blah. Who cares anyway, most importantly we had fun! Fun fun and fun! Haha.

We went to Batu Ferringhi again the next night after only like what seems a few minutes of shopping in Gurney Plaza because the guys were already too bored.I came out empty handed and I felt the shopaholic-me is still trapped inside. Arrgghhh~!! And it has been jailed inside for ages, how sad it is to leave the shopping world... But,on the other hand, I was reminded that my teacher taught me that we should be considerate at all times. Thus, we (the galz) decided to make a move to meet up with the guyz, who all seems to hold perfectly the title: “Desperate Hubbies”…hahaha. We went to Gurney Drive and had our dinner there. Let me tell you about the top 5 highlights there:

1. Chris had a love at first sight. But poor boy, he was too shy to approach ‘her’.


2. Khai Hon was sweating like a pig and he even finished the whole box of tissues from Hui Ying’s car. Hmm…I wonder what makes him felt so hot?


3. Joe is really a monster. He eats like one! Not to mention that he and Khai Hon were the only 2 who had double lunch that afternoon. (O yea! Noah had a memorable moment in that coffee shop in Lorong Selamat, hehe) But the grand winner is still Joe, the incredible eat-er!


4. Noah and Jeevan had one of their silliest moment. Just throw this question, “What is it that Noah is drinking?" and they will answer you in one voice, “It’s bubur..cha-cha-cha”, whilst moving their body with some cha-cha dance movements that will guarantee to make you puke. Actually, I doubt that it was bubur cha cha because not long after, Noah started to dig some green coloured sago and attempted to sell it at high price to me, saying that it was some slimming oracles. I bet it was alcohol! hehe =P


5. Khai Hon and Jeevan coached me to tell a lie. I was keeping the tickets to Memoirs of Geisha, which we bought earlier on but I denied when Chris was asking about it. I had to confess when he started to call Nithya. Hmm, wait!wait! Some back track here. Back to Gurney Plaza earlier that evening. It has been quite some time that I’ve done something crazy and kinda embarrassing. Guess what we did? Chris grabbed my legs and started carrying me around. Yes, in that shopping mall! Thank goodness I don’t live in Penang. Well, applause for him; for carrying a weight much heavier than he himself. Happy? *blek =P

Oh yea! I was saying, we went to B.Ferringhi again that night. We went to the night market and it was quite fruitful; we all got something and I enjoyed it a lot.

Hmm, I began to feel that this is going a bit too long. Okie-dokie, I’ll just cut the crap. Early on the 19th, we were all feeling kinda sad because we are all leaving the Happy Condo. All of us had heaps of fun under one roof and on one island during our 4D 3N stay and now it's time to leave... We gave each other some hugz and … “Buhbye! Penang!” *sniff..sniff…

It was a quiet journey back KL because all of us are sort of in a knock-off state. I ache all over and every single movement made was just plain difficult and ached lots. As far as I’m concerned, almost all of us fell sick after the trip. The first thing that popped up in my mind was, it must be a Penang curse! Haha. Just joking. Yesterday when I saw May Ching, she was still voiceless. As for me, right till now, my throat is still aching and those stubborn little coughs are still refusing to go away. Shoo! CNY is here and don’t spoil it!




Finally,look at what Penang has done to us...the picture says it all ;)

2005 in a glimpse...

It was a special year. I can now skip all those consent letters that I need to get signatures from mom and dad. And like what most have been telling me, I am now permitted to enter the casino and I’m eligible to vote in the coming election, not like I bother much about all these anyway. 21st birthday are special to a lot of people. It marks the point where the butterfly finally flaps its wing out of the cocoon; it gives an impression where the (ugly) duckling finally turns into a graceful & pretty swan. However, that is only the fairy tale side of it.

Funerals, birthdays, farewells and wedding… a complete combo of occasions and events for one year. I know couples who broke up but I too have witnessed how the magnetic force of the cupid arrows brought two souls together as one. While some has lost love, some has found love, and yet some are still searching for it…

If you were to ask me what is the sweetest moment of the year, I don’t think I would be able to answer. Not because it was a sad, bitter, brewed cup of coffee… but simply because it was perfectly sweetened with a few indistinguishable-which-is-the-best sugar for me to pick on. All the sweet moments that each of you (, yes, you!) has brought have never failed to bring a smile. Frankly speaking, all these would not have existed without you; it feels the best when shared together. I can’t see what is ahead of us and how will time change each of us but for all that we shared, I can only treasure and cherish it because that is all that I have. And of course, how could I forget? Thanks… Hopefully, we will still find the reason to smile in the time to come.

I’m growing, more mature, hopefully, and my cumulative experience has showed me the ugly side of guys. Well, ok, not to forget I too discovered some soft spots and the ‘gentleman’ side of guys. To cut things short, I think that guys are capable of tossing you up and throwing you down, beyond what words can describe.

Sweet and sour seems to come together. Take it or leave it. Would you rather take a tasteless and plain dish? Nah! And since I’ve get to keep those sweet memories, I guess I would have to take the other as well. Tears or laughter; sweet or sour; they are all part and parcel of experience and believe it or not, I trust that all that has been given from above are at our best interest.

Here comes the sour part: I have experienced how disappointments taste like and for obvious reasons, I don’t like it at all. It is no easy task trying to live with disappointments. The villagers only gave the little shepherd who lied about the wolf’s cry two chances. By the third time he called for help, though it is for real this time, his’ call was ignored. My point is, ‘trust’ is really fragile. So, do handle with care. Or my faith will just go fainter and fainter until it is completely gone.

How do one judge when it comes to lying for the benefit of another’s, rather than the other way round? Lie to me, tell me it’s good and nice and bla bla… and just before I dwell in your sweet answers, I found out the naked truth. Sigh. Should I be thankful? Maybe I should. If not, I would have been like a stupid girl sitting there thinking all these is true. You thought you were protecting me from words and comments that might be harmful and hurtful, but did you know that you are doing exactly what you were trying to prevent? For all the trust that I’ve put...

2005 in a glimpse; I have felt disappointed, I felt somewhat betrayed, I’ve walked into depression (but thank God, I’ve walked out of it as well), and I have been hurt.

And talking about ‘H-U-R-T’. I wonder if you would ever know how bad it hurts.
“Yes! Ouch! It really hurts.” I don’t know what do you want from me but please, hear my plea, “please don’t test my endurance any further...”

Now as I’m sitting here alone in my melancholic loneliness, I am thinking…thinking and thinking…what should I do? How do I learn to deal with life better this year? Life will not always deal us with good cards; we have to learn to play the bad cards well.

to be con't

Time to reformat!

Why do we sum up things that we did in the past year? And why do people draw out new resolutions as New Year approaches? Is it a tradition? Is it contagious? Or perhaps a New Year is just not complete without all these. It’s the hot topic for this season. Everybody has their New Year Resolutions (NYRs) all set in their mind, whether just for a mere purpose of “doing-it-because-everyone-is” or they are really solid goals that are to be accomplished without any excuse. Well, if you are ‘kiasu’ enough, you will probably be trembling every time the New Year aura sweeps across you and yet you still have NO resolution(s) for the coming 2006!?

On the other hand, there are people who are trying to be indifferent. Not a bad idea as well when you come to look at it. More are actually concerned on how to keep your NYRs rather than making one. Since you can’t keep it, why make it? That was exactly what I was thinking of few years ago and so, I have decided just to go with the flow, NO NYRs!! YeaY~!

But…last year, things somehow changed. Our youth fellowship leader made us write it down on little cardboards, which will then be the bookmark for our Holy Bible. We put everything in prayers and the bookmark was then nicely placed in the Bible. Well, I would say it is really a good reminder of what you’ve cast unto the Lord, if you have been constantly on your daily bible reading. And hey! I scored more or less 70 %. I was surprised as well. I did not even think I would be anywhere near halfway to make my NYRs a reality. I owe it to Him.

Alright, time for some sum up. Reasons? Hmm…let’s put it this way. Say I’ve just bought a new computer on 01/01/05. And all the happenings have been downloaded and installed here and there. Every now and then, of course it will be infected with spy wares and viruses. Not to forget those safety measures, it has been a norm to run the scans and clear my computer from those filthy pests. Deleted some files, got few program, documents and files organized a bit and here we are… on a brand new year again. But still, it would be appropriate to sort the things if I do not wish to start 2006 with a messy desktop. In other words, it is time to reformat the computer!

to be con't...

KKJU

"Klinik Kesihatan Jinjang Utara." Thats it! This is the place! We drove in to the small compund and parked right beside the Jinjang dental clinic (,which is just beside the community clinic). I stood at the entrance and Ok...so, this is how a community clinic looks like...

People are hustling in and out of the single storey building. All seems to be immersed in their own micro activity. Some are holding little cardboards, flipping it back to front and front to back again. Some are checking on the packets of pills prescribed. Some are scribbling. Some are talking. While some just stares blankly.

There is queue here and there and everywhere. Short queues, long queues. Crooked lines and straight lines. It is hard to tell how long they have been waiting and how many more queues to go before they are done. Red numbers are blinking here and there, directing the patient traffics to their respective consultation rooms. Occasionally, the nurses will pop their head out of the rooms and yelled out some name. The pharmacists too, are calling for patients to collect their prescribed medications. Bewildered by the noice and the crowds, I seems to be the only stationary object standing at the entrance.

Thank God! Everything went quite smoothly. We met with the nurses' head, a nice lady with a sweet smile. She brought us to see a doctor, didn't manage to get her name though. And after a few quick questions from her, it is more or less sorted out. It didn't take long and I don't think we should be taking much of her time because when we were in her room, patients and nurses were coming in and out, interrupting our conversations. But then again, we are actually the one disturbing. I overheard a few things while I was standing in her little, compact room which makes me go "whoa!"

Patient: Doktor, saya sudah lama batuk. Makan ubat pun masih batuk.
< Doctor, I have been coughing for quite some time, even after medications >

Doctor: Mmm...( flipping the patient's records), apa ubat awak ambil?
< Mmm...(flipping the patient's records), what medications did you take?>

Patient: Tak tau...Saya pergi Hospital Selayang, mereka kata jantung saya ada lubang...
< Don't know...I went to Selayang Hospital and they said there's a hole in my heart...>

A nurse came in and the patient was put on hold. I don't recall her knocking the door but anyway, she came in and showed the doctor a patient's profile, who was referred to a hospital but was sent back here for medication. But, wait!! I mean..whoa! a hole in the heart, doesn't that sounds serious to you?

Nurse: Doctor, this patient was referred to the hospital but now they sent him back here for medication.

Doctor: (looking at the profile)...blood sugar level is twenty plus..oh,ok.. i see...this patient was refered because of uncontrolled diabetes.

Doctor: Kaki dia sudah potong ah? (in a very 'selamba' tone)
< has he got his leg amputated?>

*blink! blink!* Whoa! all these people are talking as if all these are nothing but normal, mundane happenings.

After getting the stuffs settled, we were then introduced to two IMU's students who are also doing their posting there. My gut shrinks and twist tightly. One of them was holding a notebook while observing whatever those people are doing. Gosh! I felt like I got shot by a shrinking machine and the few nanometres me is now shaking hands with the two gigantic IMU girls. But one of them do look really nice, pretty and sweet though...I figure out that I'll probably like her better. Haha. Hope we can all get along when we are starting our postings soon though it seems that the doctor and nurses are quite keen to get us started right at that moment.

暧昧

暧昧让人受尽委屈
找不到相爱的证据
何时该前进
何时该放弃
连拥抱都没有勇气
只能陪你到这里
毕竟有些事不可以
超过了友情
还不到爱情
远方就要下雨的风景
到底该不该哭泣
想太多是我还是你
我很不服气
也开始怀疑

眼前的人

是不是同一个

真实的你

暧昧让人变得贪心

直到等待失去意义

无奈我和你

写不出结局

放遗憾的美丽

停在这里

by 杨丞琳

A song i've downloaded not long ago and set as one of my handphone's ringtone...

My sister's 'masterpiece'

Thats it! I have to get my eyes off the books for a while-time for a bReAk! No 'kit-kat' here, hence, I forcefully robbed the computer's seat off from my sister so that i could check my mailbox, read some blogs, and browse around. Yeah, i know..I'm a bad sister..haha.

She went and undress my laptop out of its casing. I thought she just wanted to listen to some songs stored inside but very soon, the tip-tap and click-clack rhythms was playing as a musical accompaniment to the Jay Chou's songs. I turned to look at her, raised my eyebrows...

"what are you doing?"
Giving me a mischevious grin,"You'll know..."
oK..I smell something fishy here but I couldn't really be bothered.

"Alrite! It's done! hehehehehehe.."
"really? come, let me have a look on what have you done to my poor laptop."

And here is the little masterpiece from the cute,little, mischievious brat:

WARNING: this story contains doink doink material and is not
suitable for some viewers.

Jo Lyn is a doink doink girl. Once she went for a walk in the garden behind her house. Being the doink doink girl she is, she accidentally fell into the drain so everyone tat was at the garden saw this laugh so hard at the poor doink doink Jo Lyn. She was so embarrassed that she ran all the way home, but while she was running she came across a pile of dog and cat and cow and bird shit, because she was running so fast, she wasn’t able to avoid that doink pile of shit, she lost her balance n fell face first into the pile of shit. She was so upset and smelly that she ran right home. From that time onwards she’s known as the smelly doink doink girl. All this got her very upset, all the mockery’s so she decided to turn to Munchies. Slowly she became addicted to the munchies. She would chomp and chomp the munchies with a maniac smile, no one could stop her or stand in the way between her and the Munchies.
That is the story of how Dr.Jo Lyn got her nick name, smelly doink munchie
addict. The moral of the story is, never fall into a drain and then into a pile
of shit mixture, most importantly never turn to munchies because munchies will
not solve your problems. The End~!

Attention to all the honourable readers of my blog:
This story has all the intention to implant improper messages and values into your brain cells. Don't buy this!Its not true! I posted this up just for a mere laugh to brighten your day up =)
Note 1: I'm just a normal student (the "Dr" tittle can be deceiving)
Note 2: Munchie- Vanilla flavor love letters are just IRRESISTABLE~!!! Yummy...

Alright, time's up! My sister is throwing tantrum and that means "Hands off the computer!"

the weird singaporean guy

• I've finally watched Harry Potter with my sister today. Yeah we've got the front row but it wasn't that bad. At least mission accomplished and the promise is fulfilled. It is certainly worthwhile to pay a student price of RM6 for this 2 1/2 hours movie. Though the book was better but, No regrets.
• As we were walking into the shopping mall, a singaporean guy came asking us for some RM10 charity postcard for a centre which is somewhere in my housing area. I was a bit in doubt,honestly. Anyway, I gave him 10 bucks. End of story? I thought so as well, until this guy started asking ...

"can we be friends?"

In reply, I smiled.

Silence. (erm..ok)

"Well, we are friends now since I bought the postcard from you" (ok,friend..bye!)

"If you don't mind i would like to get your contacts?"

My sister and I exchanged looks. (can we like say no?...mommy told us not to talk to strangers.)

"It's ok, don't worry. I won't do anything to disturb you. Errmm.. maybe if you can't give your phone no, u can give me your msn add. Do u use msn?"

I was tempted to say "no" but i was feeling the guilt if i lie but maybe some ammendment. " Yeah, but we SELDOM use it..VERY RARELY we use it"

"Its ok. Don't worry. Just msn. But if you want to give phone no as well, i won't mind of course"

(but i do mind giving you phone no)

I gave my msn add reluctantly since he was standing there with the pen and paper all ready, which i come to think of it now...was it a bit dangerous and tht i am acting stupidly actually?

Then... "Did you all participate in the superstar contest?"

"No-lar...haha" (puh-leeassee..)

"Oh..I am you know." (and the rest of the conversation i wasn't sure what was he talking about)

• There's some more to blog about BUT i am getting sleepy. Got to go to bed...need to rest and conserve the energy for I really NEED TO STUDY, study & STUDY ~!!!

Luke 22:42

"Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done."

Luke 22:42

"父 阿 ！ 你 若 愿 意 ， 就 把 这 杯 撤 去 ； 然 而 ， 不 要 成 就 我 的 意 思 ， 只 要 成 就 你 的 意 思 。"

路 加 福 音 22:42

10 gift rules for men!

I am now locked in the room, alone, supposedly to be studying and revising if not for this week's formative assessment, then for the coming finals.arrgghh~... I may be physically bound to just sit there pouring over the notes and books but my brain and my mind doesn's seems to be very cooperative at the moment. Right at the time when i desperately need some distraction, some entertainment, and something off my studies, I found my old, faithful, CLEO mag inside my drawer. YeAy!!! Though its old (yeah,its Dec 2004's ) but can be quite useful at times like this.

There was an article that is probably worth sharing with you guys :- "10 gift rules for men!"

Lately, i have encountered some guy friends who are complaining about difficulty buying gifts for girls. Either it's for gift exchange, birthday prezzie or christmas gift, they have a similar, standard remark saying that it is TROUBLESOME and is DIFFICULT. Hmm..really??? I thought it is even harder to get stuffs for guys. Look, there are tonnes and variety of things out there that you can actually pick from and buy for the females. And where does the difficulty actually lies? Perhaps it lies on what is (hopefully) the right gift for (the specific) her?

Since its a Dec 04 mag, this article is about tips for men to get the right Christmas gift for her. So, the 10 rules of Christmas are...

Rule No.1: Stop, Look, Listen.
- she's probably been dropping hints since July, so, guys, please put on your antenna.

Rule No.2: Feather That Nest.

Rule No.3: When In Doubt, Buy Both.
- wow! goodie goodie! hehe...

Rule No.4: Don't Let Your Magic Formula Wear Out Its Welcome.
- if you manage to get it right 1 year, don't think you have found the universal answer. well, i guess you guys may really need to do some homework here.

Rule No.5: Lingerie- The Gift That Keeps On Giving.
- well, i personally don't know if it applies to you. hmm...Doesn't seems too appropriate, does it?

Rule No.6: 100 % Accuracy + 10% Flattery
- this rule is related to Rule No.5

Rule No.7: Hands Off-It's Hers.
- this means NO giving her a tool set you are looking forward to use it yourself.

Rule No.8: Christmas Eve Shopping
- everyone knows it but yet,so many guys continue to break it. Here's a scenario: someone's boyfriend, having left it too late, tried to pretend on Christmas morning the reason he'd not bought her a gift was, "Oh i thought we weren't celebrating Christmas this year"

Rule No.9: You Can't Cancel Christmas.
- hehe..better come out with a not so lame excuse next time ;)

Rule No.10: Buy It With Love...Merry Christmas!
- the most crucial rule, if honestly observed will excuse you from breaking almost any number of the others.

Right, i guess thats all for today's lesson. You are certainly more than welcome to browse my copy of Cleo if you want =)

c209 Epidemic

sniffs sniffs... cough cough...sniff cough cough sniff...And the rythm goes on.

People in my class has been falling sick one by one since last week. It all started with few bouts of cough from 1 or 2 guys and the "daily musical orchrestra" have then gradually increased and enhanced not only in quality but also quantitatively.

The interesting part is that the patientS have if not same,then similar signs and symptoms. Is it virus or is it bacteria? I don't know and i don't think it should be bird flu. But i can tell it is very contagious!!! So, if you think you are having the signs & symptoms stated below, you have probably just contributed to the statistics for the outbreak.

1. Cough (more typical in males; onset in females are usually later in the course or is less severe)

2. Fever

3. Malaise (general ill or weak feeling)

4. Sore throat

5. Flu (more typical / severe in females)

We were supposed to have our weekly formative assessment last Friday but because about half of the class was sick and ill, it was then postponed to the coming Monday (which is today). But, today, the situation is not any better. It is in fact, worse. And again the test is postponed to Wednesday- well, i heard that some are planning to get seriously ill on that day. haha.

With these multiple attacks since last week, more people are now down with the ' c209 cough or flu' .But amazing enough, there are people who still remain incredibly strong and healthy. salute and applause to those strong and invincible ones..yeay! As for me, I have fought hard and bravely in the immunity warfare. I think it is pretty reasonable to let my nose for a leisure jog and some running after such a tiring war. And a perfect vacation for running nose is usually never complete without some waterfalls down from the eye. Cough* ...oh yeah! Some coughs sure spice things up, don't you agree?

Well, i think someone better inform the CDC (centre of disease control) about this c209 epidemic... it is killing me~!!!

The Balloon II

Their health deteriorated and we have no choice but to look at them debilitated on the ICU's(Intensive Care Unit) bed. There wasn't much time left and all the close friends and relatives were called to gather and accompany them through their last journey on earth... Even the weather that day was getting gloomier as the clock went ticking away...

Certified time of death:
0123 AM, Monday, 14th Nov 05


Monday, 14th Nov 05

The funeral.

Gone were the days when we hold on to He-balloon and She-balloon. And now the time has arrived,... the time to let go... perhaps for the better...

Everyone uttered the prayers solemnly. The 'roomie teddy bear' gave the eulogy of She-balloon and He-balloon; the happy moments they have once shared... All we could do was just to listen to the past that they have brought us, as they lie there as still as ever...

It was sad to witness the moment when they are covered with the black cloth that will never be lifted up from them again. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and silently bid them farewell,..."goodbye"...They left. They are gone... but they (he-balloon & she-balloon) are together...and deep in our heart, we know that all of us are together.

[ P/S: with special thanks to my roomate's teddy bear...

also, to reveal the mystery... it may seems that there is 2 balloons: She-balloon and He-balloon but the truth is... they are ONE. yes! one!...because it is a 2-faced-balloon... may they rest in peace... ]

The Balloon I

Wednesday, 9th Nov 05

She-balloon & He-balloon was brought home to room 414. They continued to stay joyously afloat, singing merrily in the air.




Thursday, 10th Nov 05

He-balloon got sick. Worse still, he transmitted the disease to She-balloon.

Medical history: They are asthmatic

Diagnosis: Infection in the lungs leading to balloonic pneumonia

Treatment: 3 doses of Helium daily

Complication: punctured lungs causing acute balloonic pneumothorax (if left untreated)



The treatment was not available and the disease progressed. It is sad to see them atrophy as the time passes. It aches even more to look at them shrinking smaller and smaller (than the flower) each day...deep in my mind, i have always asked myself, will they make it through and survive? will they?

The Kancil UNCLE

'tic tuck...tic tuck...tic tuck'. My car's turn signal continues ticking as I am waiting to make a right turning at a T-junction. I looked to my right and to my left again, trying to make sure it is safe for me to turn...and...suddenly a silver Kancil head popped out right beside me on the left, signalling to turn right as well. What is this UNCLE trying to do, huh? Didn't he realize that he is blocking my view?! By the way, though i called him 'uncle', he isn't any old ah pek but a young man probably in his early or mid twenties. On the road, anyone who gives me an intolerable headache will be automatically be registered and labelled as 'uncle' or 'aunty'. In case you are wondering...No!! He is NOT handsome nor is he cute and he look snobbishly rude, especially when he throws those impatient look at you with , " ahhh, i knew you are a female driver!", written all over his face.

I move a little forward to get a clearer view of cars coming from the left and this uncle too move ahead of me, entirely blocking my view again! Ok, so I may have took some time to make sure the traffic is safe for me to make a right turn but you aren't helping at all. In fact you are making the situation worse and dangerous. And I really do wonder if he has been reading the newspapers.

"...on average, 13.5 fatalities occurred in road accidents nationwide every day.
“It’s a very serious matter. We’re looking at all the
factors,
but at the end of the day it's the
attitude of the motorists themselves,”
Inspector-General of
Police Tan Sri Mohd Bakri Omar said. " >>more
on this aricle

Deputy Inspector-General of Police Datuk Seri Musa Hassan said.
. . .“Our findings during Ops Sikap IX showed that the main causes
of fatal accidents were due to motorists losing control of their vehicles,
reckless driving and dangerous overtaking. " >>more
on this article

Both adapted from The Star Saturday Nov 12 2005.

No wonder even the ministers are fed up with this issue. (And yeah, you have definitely got a point there, Callyn.)

And finally, we both turn at the same time at that T-junction. It is a single lane road and this uncle has to refusedly let me go first. Oh yeah!By the way, thanks! So, what's your point of squeezing right beside me and blocking my view anyway? "Biar lambat asalkan selamat~lar, UNCLE."

NoT aGaIn (-.-|||)

Sometimes history does repeat itself and usually it happens out of the norms, unexpectedly... erm, i mean very unexpectedly. Tonight, on the 9th of November year 2005, I am again being put in the limelight, given the full glare of publicity. An FOC publicity does sound a little bit too good, don't you think so? Well, it is not necessary the case if the promotion package includes a 'special undivided attention' at what people claim as the longest pasar malam (night market) in KL.

Apparently "someone-who-talks-loudly-but-never-did-meant-it" has given me a promise to buy me a balloon every week on the weekly wednesday pasar malam trip. I could not exactly remember when was the promise given and plus, if i were to really keep track, it would probably be uncountable. It has served a good purpose to use this as a 'bullet' or perhaps a 'missile' every now and then to bug, to tease and to 'shoot' (and also to 'keik') him.

Tonight, as usual was the weekly pasar malam outing. He passed by a stall selling toys and started asking if i want it. My reply to him was that he still owe me balloonS. And then again, lots of excuses was blurted out. Yeah, it is the same old radio repeating itself again...yawn...whatever. It doesn't take long till we come to a junction. The junction where a lady was standing with all the lovely balloons flying afloat in the sky merrily. At that very moment, I turned to him. The gaze that he is giving me is far worse than a killer look. It shows great determination that he is going to do it tonight. Gulp...I immediately put the best effort to stop him from doing what may spell " OH~ NO!!" to me. Undoubtedly, he is probably taking this golden advantage as a revenge on me.

And yeah, he did it. Ok, so I spent my entire journey back to hostel along the pasar malam dragging the "supposedly-to-look-cute-balloon". The pasar malam seems extra long that night and I tried my best to keep my head as still as possible at one low fixed position and avoid looking into any other people who may be looking at me. I would pay anyone to tell me what expression am I supposed to wear on my face so I will feel less awkward. I sure do not want to know what those people are thinking of. Never. Aaarrggghhh... help~!! Why am I experiencing this again...yes, again! the same year!?...my heart beat is getting faint~...

Let me tell you why is it i kept saying 'again'. It was a few months back, on the 23rd of February 2005, at a lake garden near Amcorp Mall in PJ. The night was also the ' chap goh mei' festival night where chinese people have the tradition of throwing mandarin oranges into the lake (usually the single females will do that) and guys who are still single will draw out the oranges randomly with a net. Malaysia is sure a place full of festivals and people take every single oppurtunities to party and celebrate whatever festival amd events that may be taking place. And my dear friends bought me a large bouquet of flower and I was made to carry the pretty bouquet of flower, walking around among the crowdS. Every single person i passed by had their eye stuck on me and my flower. A lot people commented as well but I can only ignore what that seems to make them envy kind of look. The story goes on...

phew..I'm glad that I am safely and comfortably sitting alone in my room now...Enough said. I need a break...

之我的真心对话

Time: half past twelve in the morning
Alone in the room.
The night is quiet besides the sound of the bugs are 'creeking' happily, enjoying their nightly activities and the sound of fan spinning above. I reached out to on the radio and randomly tune into few channels, trying to search for a channel that will suit my current mood while the physiology book lay flat on my comfy bed. I stopped and listen to the soft, soothing voice of the DJ.

Currently listening to: 爱 FM
Topic on air: 之我的真心对话

"...we speak everyday. We have been telling and talking to people everyday but how often do we talk to ourself? ...Tonight let us speak to ourself from the bottom of our heart.

...take some time now to (关怀) show some care and concern to ourself. Speak to yourself...Communicate with yourself and understand yourself..."

Music playing at the moment: a very nice song that I havent heard for quite some time. A song with memories of the past that is pretty much cherished. The name of the song? Don't know...

A lot of text messages in reply to that was motivational and encouraging type. There are people who wish to say to themself to continue stand and cling firmly on faith and face life more courageously... And there are people wants to tell themself it is really time to let go and carry on...

The soothing, easy listening musics playing on air continues to drift my mind away...What would I like to tell myself at this moment?

Spins of thoughts

Wheels spin... some spin faster, some slower. Perhaps, there isn't any guide to the relative speed perceived by each of us. When there is no match in the resolutions of the spinning, wouldn't it be problem to keep in pace?

Turn on the Dicovery channel or National Geographic and you can see how a plant grows, looking at every tiny, little, single detail...

and you can as well see how fast a bullet train can just "whoosh" past, without any mercy to pause for any, any of us, to have a clear sight of it...

Some perceive that life is always moving faster than us but is that really true? (at least wee does think this way )

There are times when things just pile up like a mountain of fuel that kept the engine running and running and running at high force continuously, chasing after every second, as if we are given few hours less every day.

And at times, when everything just suddenly levels off, reaching a plateau, I felt like a bystander watching the world around us go spinning and moving about, ignoring the little, and the almost-insignificant-me.

I have been challenging the snails and sinking comfortably behind time. How long will this comfortness last? I don't know... especially when there's an voice warning me against this.

"Well, you better study hard during these few days then", i was told by a brother last week, before this 'Deepa-Raya' break, and it has been ringing in my head, bringing a few bouts of guilt every now and then. Laziness has set deep into my bone and it is extremely stubborn go get out. On the other hand,( trying to look at the bright side), it could well serve as a nice, little rest before moving into the war field again for the war will surely go until the max till next year. (yes, next year!..pretty depressing when you come to think about missing Christmas)

Oh, is it time to repent already?? Ok, that's all for now then before I run out of time...

" What is 'It'? "

I took a quick look at 'it' again. 'It' makes no difference from how it was seen lying there still and cold since yesterday. 'It' is so still... so still, that 'it' is barely alive ... so still that i sometimes wonder if 'it' is still there.

I've failed to feel the existence that 'your' presence has once brought. Should the remorseful feeling make any of us feel sorry? Perhaps neither ...neither should feel this way,... the best consolation we could offer.

Expectations shall be stripped away and I will try to just let it be, leaving each other in silence least 'you' put me down again...


Suddenly and randomly, I felt like writting about 'it'... " What is 'it'? " Just an object, a liveless object which has been put into a deep sleep... very deep sleep instead...

?!?!

I went to a bookstore to browse around (well, actually the condition doesnt really allow us to do so). Anyway, the first person attended me was recommending this book A, telling me that most people buy this book and it is useful for your future use as well. Some people came in and he went to attend them. I flipped the pages, and was thinking maybe I would take book B instead. I asked another staff what level would this book suitable for. He looked blur but i can see that he is trying hard to crap something out. I waited...(and yes??)

"erm...this is for first year students."

He gave me another book - book C, telling me that this is what most people buy, its a better book, blah blah... and that book B is for Master...blah blah

But, wait!...didnt the first guy just said that book A is what most people take and now this human here is telling me another thing.

I browsed the content of the book and asked him if he thinks that book B is in simpler context and easier to understand compared to the others. He agreed. ( see..isn't that contradicting? a book meant for Master level is supposed to be easier to understand than other books?)

Anyway, cut the story short... i bought some books and went home after that. I was looking through the books and found that one of the books was torn... yes! some of the pages were quite badly torn with some dirty stains and holes. Of course, it would be good if i can go change the book because it is a new book...or supposed to be a new book... and who would have expected it to be in such condition. I called them up and asked if they are open tomorrow and that can i return the book.

" oh, is it the red colour book?"
" yes and the pages are torn"
" really? tapi buku itu memang koyak punya"
( what?!! is this the best reply you can give? does that mean you know you are selling me that torn book?)
" hah?! tapi dalam buku ini banyak koyak tau"
( ooppss..please excuse my BM, havent been using malay to communicate..hehe)
"ok ok..you datang dan tukar buku itu,ok"
( thats exactly what i'm planning to do )
"ok..thank you" (!!!)