Amazing!!!

If it takes centuries of hard work, careful planning and incredibly brilliant brains to build any of the 7 wonders of the world....

Then it will have to take millions, billions, trillions and whatever-llions of miracles for a direction idiot like me to drive ALONE from cheras to monash!!

It had to be recorded in the Guinness World Record, for heaven sake!

Firstly, i would like to use this opportunity to thank my bf for making me memorizing the turns and traffic lights and signs boards, and bridges however fruitless his effort is.

And it ended up with me the amazing artist to produce the map of the century...

I can assure you that you can reach monash without getting lost if and only if you can read, understand and follow the map!

LOL... ^^

Thanks for reminding

If you had known me well, then you should have known that it forgetfulness and absent-mindedness are so typical of me.

Well, this time it is not about me being forgetful and absent-minded.

It is about how I think.

I was sad and regretful.

Guilty and gloomy.

Disappointed of my own performance and bad luck.

Regretful of what I did last time.

Sighing of my bad luck with interviews and scholarship application and etc..

I am falling into a trap of endless self-pity.

However, a word from the mouth of a sister in church enlightened me.

"You should be grateful. There are some that can't continue their studies as they can't get a scholarship. But you can. You have a great dad that is able to support you financially."

Thanks for reminding.

I never think of that.

At that moment, I just want to phone my dad and tell him how much I love him, how much i appreciate him and how grateful I am to have him as my dad.

I nearly cried out.

I phoned him up.

And he replied: "This is my responsibility."

Yet, he had done it too well.

I always get the best from him.

I will never be lacking.

In the phone he asked:

"When are you coming back?"

"This coming Saturday."

"Is there anything that you want? Tell me and I'll buy for you. Have you tell mama what you want to eat?"

Although he had told me the same thing many times before. But this time, it came with an overwhelming feeling of love and concern that touched me deeply.

Thank you, papa...

the simple truth

Men are from Mars.

Women are from Venus.

Why?

Why Eve who was created from Adam's rib bone can be so different from him???

Only God knows...

But i suppose that makes two people one.

After all, opposite attract, alike repels.

Scientifically, the differences between men and women can be summarized by some Simpsons terms.

Still don't get it???

Don't worry. Me too... Hahah... ^^

It simply means,

This

and this...

How they think (i mean where the data are processed, obviously)

Ahemmmm....

determines what they see and react.

She never get satisfied with how she looks.

He never satisfy with how she looks.

She screams and shouts and squeals when a needle pokes her finger.

He acts cool when he had his wound stitched.

She can squeeze pimples for hours without wincing.

He screams and yells like nobody business when you squeeze his pimples.

Alright, enough with the reactions.

Men and women are merely physically different.

nowadays

Nowadays, everything has a formula, in order to STANDARDISE everything.

Formula 1 car, formulated drink, formula to cook rice (rice with water filled above the palm level when placed on top of it) etc...

Today, my friend taught me a formula.

How to draw a pig.

By the way, he is a primary school teacher.

Here it goes...

Formula = (small circle, small circle, big circle) x3 + small circle, small circle, circle-circles...

It works quite well, as you can see.

* In future, when you notice there are actually some people so naive to think that pigs actually have round ears, then you know who their teacher was.... ^^

( Definitely, NOT me. I am innocent)

Here are some of the random sketches I drew during my service this morning to keep myself from falling asleep.

thoughts for the day

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. - PHILIPPIANS 4:6


In prayer you ask for things and give thanks for things. Why? Because you recognize that God is the author and source of all the good that you have had already, and all the good that you hope for in the future. This is the fundamental philosophy of Christian prayer. The prayer of a Christian is not an attempt to force God’s hand, but a humble acknowledgement of helplessness and dependence. When we are on our knees, we know that it is not we who control the world; it is not in our power, therefore, to supply our needs by our own independent efforts, every good thing that we desire for ourselves and for others must be sought from God, and will come, if it comes at all, as a gift from His hands. This is all luminously clear to us when are actually praying. In effect, therefore, what we do every time we pray is to confess our own impotence and God’s sovereignty. The very fact that a Christian prays is thus proof positive that he believes in the lordship of his God.


**When I pray, I recognize that all good things are gifts from God

theory on shit

It feel so nice ( = ecstatic + relieve + happy + everything that is positive ) after expelling out the excessive weight I carried in my body after being constipated for some time.

I am sure all my room mates agree on that, for some reasons. ^^

Which then makes us LOVE to show off after our BIG business in the toilet each time.

And weird enough, we are proud of it. O.o

Eventually, I came to a theory on shit:

有吃有大便，没吃没大便，

不是不大便，时候还没到。

can never be luckier

"God loves silly kids"

I believe that there is still some truth in the song sang by Andy Lau.

With my silly, blurry, simple-minded character, it is nearly impossible for me to survive in this world. The fact that I am now still alive is a miracle.

I cannot imagine who and how would I be if God has not love me that much. Blessing me all along with my caring family, all the really truly good friends, and also LINDA!!

I am eating my favourite baked sweet potatoes now, still hot off the stove. Yearning for days to taste it, linda got this for me as a surprise. Each time, he will be drenched by the sweat when he deliver food for me.

He said: "I know that you love to eat while it is still warm, so I off the air-conditioner"

A simple act that touches deep into my heart.

Awwwhhh....

I know. I know. Don't envy me. =p

Thank you God for everything.

I will be grateful and appreciate every precious moment I have now - to love and to be loved.

Guys, thank you for being here for me each time i needed you all.

I LOVE YOU. ^^

PS. Can you all just ignore the pimples on my face?? Hahah.. =D

a fairy tale...

Never ever had I thought that I live in fairy tale world myself.

It is a far-from-reach dream in the TV screen. A fantasy.

However, now staying in the hostel, made me feel like one.

Each and everytime I went out with friends, I had got to rush back before the clock struck 12 in the midnight. Curfew....

And it is so so Cinderella who needs to get back before the magic lost its effect.

Hahah...

And I had to get back so that I wont get a warning letter.

Hmmm...

Cinderella ends up with her dream man and live happily ever after.

Will this apply to me too??

Pray hard. hahah... =)

The BIG thing

4th April had always been the BIG day.

What is the BIG thing??? Presents, of course.

I hate buying presents to people because it is hard to choose a suitable one. But love receiving them. Knowing others will have that have problem also, I decided to put up a birthday present list. To save up YOUR trouble.

This will be especially useful for my bro, I believe.

(He forgot to wish me happy birthday, so a birthday present would be compulsory. haha... =D)

A present need to be practical. So, after thinking for some time, the things that I am still lacking are:

1. 24K, flawless, sparkling, GENUINE diamond (be it a necklace or ring or whatever it is on)

2. A lovely vacation package to Paris or Italy or UK.. (make it 2 packages la, so that i can go with someone dear). A VALID one, of course!

3. A Prince Charming??? One that every girl love, but he choose to love me only... hahah...

4. A scholarship to further my tertiary studies in wherever I like!! Best with no bond la.

5. A year of unlimited food supply!!!

6. Credit cards with unlimited money in bank!!!!!!

That's all I can think for now la. Will update If I can think of any later.

Bro, good luck!! heheh.... =)

Can my birthday wishes ever come true???

Girls, think twice...

My housemate had just shared a guy-philosophy with me.

Quite interesting. =)

But definitely nothing new.

Before marriage, guys want girls to be DEPENDENT on them.

Guy : " You have a broken pipe? Ok. Ok. I'm on my way."

" I'll repair the computer for you."

" Please, I would like to help you with that."

Ohhhh.... So sweet...

After marriage?

They expect girls to be INDEPENDENT.

Scenario: A broken pipe in the kitchen. Again.

Girl : "The pipe is leaking. Don't you want to do anything with it?"

Guy : "Oh? Last time, that was my mum's job..."

The reality is,

Guy marry girl = Security

The girl will be bounded by marriage.

Guy : "Aha!!! She is mine."

=p

So? What you think?

The toughest part of my life

A pure torture, I would say.

To do this every now and then.

I find it very exhausting and energy-consuming.

And this torturous task is to KEEP AWAKE for lectures and tutorials.

My eye-lids just will just get heavier as time tickles past.

It was just as inevitable as the fact that it is impossible to keep the cockroach out of the lecture hall.

I have to, literally, summoned every strength I have to keep the eye-lids muscles working.

It is indeed a strenuous exercise, I have to say.

There will be endless of suffering in time to come...

Uni life

How do you feel on the first day of your uni life? Excited? Estranged? Lovely?

Well... I had mixed, complicated feelings.

Freaky. Scary.

A huge, disgusting, safety-threatening cockroach crawled pass me during my first lecture...

A new fact learned:

Married men live longer than unmarried men

Married women die faster than unmarried women

So, I figure out that it is better for ladies to remain single and men to get married (i mean a man-man marriage)

Yucksss.......

I had never been so "sui" (bad luck) before.

Forgetfulness and mindless have always been typical of me. I had lost both my pencil case and water bottle in the same day but at different venue and time.

Alas! What a massive lost!

However, after two days, I got back my pencil case from the lost and found department.

And what's more?

There is a pen, obviously not mine, inside it.

Should I take it back to the lost and found department as well???

My new friends had certainly impressed by my gift of absent-mindedness.

What to do???

But the thought of me leaving some souvenirs inside the bodies of my patients in future really sent a chill into my spine.

Oh no.... Stop right HERE! Don't think. Don't think...

Venue : Monash library.

Cold and having the super emergency call of nature, and frustrated that the 3rd floor wash room is under cleaning, I had to dashed to the floor below for the wash room.

What happened to me??? Am I hallucinating or what?

The men sign is like a lady with skirt. (Not this. This is the ladies)

And yes. I went IN!

Though it seemed odd to have

this in ladies, but who cares?

I don't.

I just want to pee.

A deep clearing-throat voice coming from the toilet reminded me that

THIS IS INDEED A MALE TOILET.

Run!

The door flung open. A guy, yes a male, walked in...

Maybe he don't want to embarrass me.

Or maybe he was too tall and my height could not reach his level of vision.

Or maybe I am just so man.

Nothing happened. No shouting. No shock. Nothing.

Just calm.

And me?

"Sorry." and flew. :p

chap goh meh

It is full moon tonight.

I wish I can spend the precious moment with my family now.

People are throwing tangerines with their names and contact numbers into the lake.

Some are busy fishing up tangerines, hoping to meet the other half.

Some are cracking their heads in the lantern riddles party.

Some are having romantic candle light dinner.

Some just simply have another reunion dinner with family.

I am just trying not to miss home too much by blogging.

It has so much truth in the Chinese saying:

每逢佳节倍思亲 (one will misses home more during festive seasons)

I was still hugging my mum two weeks ago. I was still sleeping on my dad's tummy fortnight ago.

Now, even seeing them is a luxury.

I miss home.

Other than the misery, I am bounded by puzzlement too.

How my house mates manage to survive in their rooms bewildered me. I will never see them in face if i had not knocked on their doors.

And the moment i did, I was shocked. She had a toaster, and a microwave inside.

I never see her after that.

The only thing lacking is a toilet bowl.

If she had it there, I think she will never come out from her room EVER.

Oh no. Now I had to keep my blog secretive (to my house mates), in case she has the chance to read this. Then I'll be a dead duck.

Shhhhh...

Love...

Love.

Everyone had heard of that word literally. Many thought that they know it.

And I thought I do.

But theory is not equivalent to practical.

In the Bible it is stated that:

Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps not record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

I had an interview in Traders Hotel with HKU.

What had I done when my godmother said that:

"We had to depart at six something in order to reach Traders by 8."

"Wake up at 6"

"The traffic will be very congested on Sunday"

"Eat meat, don't waste!"

"Eat. You have an interview later" ( Obviously not hungry at all after breakfast not long ago )

"Wait there at 1 pm" ( The interview started at 2 and my session was at 8.30 pm O.o )

**She wanted me to be interviewed earlier so that I will not be RAPED at night. The word HOTEL sounded sooo dangerous to her.

I was very annoyed and irritated.

I felt like killing myself first then kill them.

All the nagging and ridiculous commands were eating away my patience.

Her warning about the raping thingy made my parents even more worried.

Me?? Eat so much meat?? My mum never demand me to do so, why did she even bother??

Dissatisfied, I showed up a bitter face.

I was wrong.

So guilty.

Thinking back, whatever she had done, they were all initiated by the word LOVE.

And how I had responded to her love??

A bitter face. Plus the please-leave-me-alone-look.

I was just so sorry.

There is much more for me to learn.

To love others.

New Year, New Answer

Q: How are you?

A: Better than yesterday, worse than tomorrow!

Dong Chan Shi

After listening to how beautiful it was for almost a thousand times (or maybe more) from Suat Hoon, I finally had the chance to see it with my own small eyes...

My godfather, godmother, mum, sis and I started our journey there at 4 pm.

So we managed to avoid the traffic and be able to enjoy the day and night scene.

WWF was there too. To paint 1000 tiger faces, raising awareness to protected the endangered tiger.

Me-a tigress!!

Besides the face painting, we got free dinner. Each one was given two RM5 coupons.

There was many food stalls with all vegetarian food, just nice for me. =)

And I bought these...

A shao bao.

A very delicious curry puff.

A not-so-tasty wat tan ho, which I suspected the cook forgot about the salt.

And the food court? Packed with visitors...

It was totally different during the day and night in the temple.

Watch this!

Day

vs

Night

The Buddha

Plum flowers, of course...

It is spring time after all!!!

The garden

The wheel

It is totally F.O.C!!!

P.S. Excluding the petrol and toll fees

:-)

It's harder than I thought

My best friend finally made it. UCL offered her a place for medicine. I am glad for her. Very happy, in fact. Meanwhile, I'm very truly sorry for myself.

I broke down.

It's much more harder than I thpought it would be. Much tougher. I cried more than I ever had.

Nothing can be done now. Nothing. Except crying.

How silly I am, to let the chance to slip away from my hand.

Remoseful and regretful.

I gave up my life-long dream, how could I?

I shattered my own dream, how could I?

Noone to blame, but me.

Only me.

Now.

In Malaysia.

How pathetic.

If only I can rewind back the time....

Is this God's will???

Maybe.

But I am not ready yet.

At least, not now.

It's way too hard for me.

I can't...

But I had to...

vacancy

The plan of having a lazy and lethargic holiday had obviously came to an end. From a princess, I became a maid. Or Cinderella is a better word to use?

Scrubbing the an-inch-thick dirt off the floor, washing off the slimy moss from the wall, cleaning the windows and cleaning the house had been my daily chores.

This prompted me to QUICKLY, URGENTLY to search for a potential candidate for the still-vacant-boyfriend place IMMEDIATELY and AS-SOON-AS-POSSIBLY. Since I am not perfect, so I would not ask for a perfect partner either.

I need someone that loves and put me in the top of his priority list. He is available for me ONLY 24/7.

Most importantly, he will insist of helping me to scrub every millimetre of my house and claim that it is good for his figure and muscle building. He will voluntarily cleaning the toilets and thank me for giving me a chance to love me in another way. His hobby will be doing the laundry.

It will be much better if he has a headache over managing his large sum of money in the bank account and beg me to spend some for him.

So, any taker?

popiah day

Talking about the best popiah in Taiping, it has to be the Lee-Bee-Shuang-made popiah!

It never crossed my mind that a teeny weeny popiah contains so much ingredients and need so much preparation work. No pain no gain.

It took me the entire morning to get all these done. Peeling, slicing, chopping, frying and cooking.

The first ever popiah from the famous cook!! A bit ugly though.

The improved version. Looked much better. Yum yum....

I am sure that my family will stay away from popiah for a loooooong time after stuffing themselves with all my popiahS.