Lazing Around

It's a mask day again!

2011-03-13T19:45:00.005+08:00

Many things can happen while doing mask, i mean facial mask.

If you are not careful, serious internal injuries may result.

It is not a laughing matter. You may think that i am exaggerating things up.

But I'M NOT. Take my word.

For instance, my roommate and I were doing facial in room and I tried her mask, which happened to be black-coloured.

So, after we applied it. We looked exactly like refugee.

Exactly like this.

We both found ourselves so funny, yet we cant laugh out loud like we always did.

Bearing the laughter is like an explosive bomb in the body, that we found ourselves nearly being torn apart.

So, in order to make this memorable moment permanent, we decided to take photo.

However, we found that we were as if being injected with botox.

A poker face. Emotionless.

We can't twitch any of the facial muscle.

Can't laugh. Can't frown. Can't even stick the tongue out, the mouth opening was so limited.

This is the saddest looking photo, ever.....

Thank God for blessing us with the ability to laugh, smile, frown, cry....

Can't laugh is sooooo tormenting!

A future career, perhaps???

2011-03-04T22:59:00.003+08:00

Language is difficult.

It can be signs, symbols, numbers, or just simply words... Or maybe body language as well.

However, among all, I find languages of strokes and hills and pits and bumps most difficult to comprehend.

It would need genius brain to learn it.

And I called it, the alien language.....

At first I thought braille is unique enough, not until you see this.

Oh... Pengsan!

Worse writing ever.

If you have no idea what alien language is this, this is the electrogram (ECG) that show your heart beat patterns.

That's all I can understand.

There is seriously a need to have a ECGiologist to learn this Mars-language (or whatever planet it is) so as to lighten medical students' burden.

ECGiology.......

Sounds good, actually. =)

Hellooo.... What's wrong??!

2011-03-02T00:06:00.004+08:00

Everything went wrong

Can't there be peace among them?

Chaotic.

That is the only word to describe the situation.

I had no idea since when that my printer starts having problem with my laptop.

They just can't get connected.

Once they meet, they argued. And my laptop chose to turn away from him and SHUT DOWN automatically!

You had no idea how many times i tried to pair them up till i succeed for once!!

Then is the issue of my lovely printer with its cartridge.

The cartridge seemed to be unsatisfied to work behind the scene and began his silent protest.

He was way too temperamental, i would say.

He would not cooperate as I instructed (occasionally) and brought much frustration to me when i wanna to print notes!

The next thing is my handset and my computer.

They had been good partners all this while.

However, something happened. They just can't click together anymore.

File transferring was never as easy as it was. Not anymore. =(

I had no single clue on what is the issue all about since they are all so so so so so compatible with my roommate's laptop!!!

Am in frustration.....

Bewilderment.....

Is there any affair among them that I am not aware of??

Oh, please...

Heaven help me!!

Typical Lazaholic

2011-01-19T05:12:00.003+08:00

A long long time ago,

There lived a girl who was very lazy.

And thus was named LAZAHOLIC...

(just trying to act fairy tale-ish ^^)

Anyway, the "fairy tale turns out to be true.

I guess that's why my mum believed the fortune-teller in the first place.

He must be so incredible to be able to foresee my laziness when i was still a baby!

So, he advised my mum to named me “美晶” （meijing) which sounds exactly like US dollar.

According to him, the 3 suns in my chinese name will make me very hardworking, but i suppose he miscalculated something which results to ME nowadays.

What a beautiful name!!

Oh wait wait... that reminds me of the fairy tale stories again...

There the fairies gathered and gave the little princess their blessings and agreed on naming her....

Stop right there. Day dreaming, stop!

Back to the main point...

I would never post this if i had not been insomnia. Since med school o had never ever had trouble sleeping. I sleep anywhere, anytime, anyway.

And i mean it!

In the middle of class. Right before and after class. On bus. Right after meal. In my bf's car on the way to date. On the way to church. On the way back from church. Etc...

I had no idea how i perform the art of sleeping and napping to such perfection.

Perhaps it is in my blood.

What to do??

So, finally i discovered my ONLY talent...

Amazing!!!

2010-11-16T21:08:00.004+08:00

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

2010-07-25T22:10:00.005+08:00

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

2010-07-17T00:45:00.006+08:00

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

2010-05-30T16:46:00.005+08:00

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

2010-05-15T18:26:00.002+08:00

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

2010-05-09T15:41:00.003+08:00

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

2010-05-08T14:42:00.005+08:00

"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...

2010-04-21T13:37:00.003+08:00

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

2010-04-04T22:33:00.004+08:00

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...

2010-03-22T00:45:00.003+08:00

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."

So? What you think?

The toughest part of my life

2010-03-12T01:35:00.002+08:00

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

2010-03-04T18:15:00.008+08:00

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

2010-02-28T20:16:00.003+08:00

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...

2010-02-27T19:21:00.003+08:00

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

2010-02-26T19:45:00.002+08:00

Q: How are you?

A: Better than yesterday, worse than tomorrow!

Dong Chan Shi

2010-02-21T23:33:00.007+08:00

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

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

2010-02-09T12:59:00.003+08:00

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

2010-01-15T13:16:00.003+08:00

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

2010-01-14T01:18:00.003+08:00

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.

on the highway

2010-01-10T11:25:00.007+08:00

After two years and elevens months of getting the P driving license, yesterday was the first day I drove on highway.

Not so glamorous, and kind of shameful.

Not because of my dad trust me enough, but he had no choice. I wonder why my almost-perfect (or so I think) driving skills could not convince him to let me serve the task as a long distance driver. I just hit the pillar in the porch once. And perhaps added a few scratches to the car. But I am sure that does not matter much, right?

I got this chance, once in a century, because he can't drive at the moment. Too weak to drive. He walked like a drunken man. Knocking into innocent passers-by and the poor pillars too. How pitiful.

Well, not his fault actually. He was just way too sick. Way too ill. Way too dizzy. Way too hypotension. He had a shocking diastole value of 30+!! How scary.

With his poor health condition, he however dare not blink his eyes beside me, the brilliant driver, let alone dozing off. How pathetic.

Luckily and fortunately, very thing went so fine that he had had not even a strand of hair less. God bless. Both my family and the other road users. Haha...

I finally understand why people hate driving long distance. Not so much of the tiredness, but the soaring butt!!

memoires

2010-01-08T11:43:00.006+08:00

Thank you Oxford! For the memories... :)

This is one of the snapshots I loved most. It was taken in Christ Church.

It has a very Harry-Potter feel.

You see what I mean? The Dining Hall.

A tree beside Lincoln College (the college I went for interview) library

Oxford street view.

A painting from the Ashmolean Museum.

Do you ever have your own coin?

Well, I have!!!

A scenery behind Christ Church, which my mum love best.

I believe all these will remain etched in my mind forever. Though I had been rejected.

So what? I had been there!

I suppose some goals are so worthy that it is glorious to fail.

Chocolate indulgence

2010-01-05T15:49:00.004+08:00

Tata.....

This is my first ever self-made chocolate indulgence!!!

It looked more successful than I had expected!

Look tasty, right?

Other than the over-baked sponge cake, it tasted all right.

A chocolate indulgence for chocolate lovers...

A Proven Myth

2009-12-26T14:30:00.005+08:00

Lazing around. I cannot find a better word to describe my life now. After all the travelling, I finally settled down at home living a pig's life (with drama, of course). Eat. Sleep. Watch drama. That's my daily routine.

One afternoon, when my family and I were having lunch, my mum talked about her bitter days when she was pregnant.

She was one of a kind pregnant mummy. There is no way that for her to eat. No matter what she ate, she will vomit out double the amount of what entered her mouth. When she drank one cup of water, she probably vomited out a JUG of sour-taste-diluted gastric juice. How pathetic.

Days were tough for her, no matter how much she desired to eat, she could not. Facing the music from my stern grandma, who thought my mum wanted to abuse the little baby in the womb, my mum felt more pressured. She tried every possible means to eat, to stop herself from vomiting, but to no avail. With my dad always busied himself with the family business, she found no one to cry to. She swallowed her tears, her sufferings. Helpless.

Reminiscing back, it is a miracle for her to live on until now because this process repeated for each of her pregnancies.

Hearing that tying a shoelace around the neck will prevent puking. She did. But she vomited. And that was the myth. She could only eat right after an injection from the doctor. And the period was brief. No injection, no eating. That was her fate. Her skin peeled due to dehydration.

The condition remained until the last two months of her pregnancy and that was when she started to stuffed herself with foods.

Now I understand why I have eating disorder, why I can't say "No" to food, and why I am so vulnerable to the temptation of food. I must had been starved too long in my mum's womb....

So, I assume, I am not to be blamed. Not my fault, right??

Okay, back to the myth.

My sis was snoring away on the bed in the afternoon. So excited about my own cooking, but unsatisfied that she had not tried, I went to "kacau" her.

My thunderous voice and my enthralled squeal had certainly reached her ears and woke her up. Reluctantly, she refused to move an inch. And I, mischievously, pressed lightly on her tummy. She warned me not to do so as it will trigger the urge to puke.

Guess what?

I ran to get my shoelace and told her that I wanted to tie around her neck. Before the shoelace approached her, she said she was fine. And the puking sensation gone completely!!!

It certainly works in some special case like this.

A day in the wild

2009-09-09T13:42:00.005+08:00

I experienced the mightiness of small creatures, for instance, MOSQUITOES.

They can be the top paparazzi if they want to. They really tail you whenever you go ( a good spokesman for the DIGI "I will follow you" ). And then suck your blood when you least notice it. The moment you feel the itchiness, it is too late. All your exposed area will be so swollen and red.

Apart from the mosquitoes, everything was splendid.

Silver leaf monkeys with its golden baby, which will turn dark as its parents after a-few-month old.

This is when I discovered where did boys learn their hair-styling techniques from.

The mud skipper.

Great Egret

Chesnut-bellied Malkoha

Soaring eagle

And finally the glorious sunset

Monkey to human?

2009-09-07T19:43:00.000+08:00

The theory of evolution says that human evolved from monkey. Do you believe that?

Well... If you were to ask me that, my answer is surely a big big NO. I'm a Christian and I believe that God created us all.

And my friend, a free thinker, said that: "I don't care whether human was a result of creation or evolution, but I Don't want to have anything to do with MONKEYS!!!"

When I was just a kid, I do believe that and I even searched my whole body for the possible "monkey tail" that may not be completely evolved. Sometimes, I can spend the whole day wondering where all the hair and tail had gone and of course back to square one...

Having a second thought, it will be certainly very scary if we were to evolved from monkeys.

Will the monkey captured in zoo suddenly becomes a human?

Or if monkey evolved into man entirely, why will there be monkey still???

Something missing

2009-09-02T18:52:00.004+08:00

There had been a little less laughter in the class now, not because of the gruelling application procedures to UK, not the on-coming A2 exam, not the don't-know-how to write personal statement, but the disappearance of our dearest friend, SWT.

*P.S. This picture was taken before she started her inhuman strict diet. She might be much much slimmer now.

Without her "cha xie" and "chao xiao" and also her "leng xiao hua", time crawls at an incredibly slow pace during classes. And our gang seems to be much smaller now. It seems that there is a significant difference between a gang of 9 and 10 (obviously).

Mysterious as she was, she left us with zillions of question marks even without her presence. We never know how, where, what, when and most importantly WHY she left.

We never know what situation she is in now. She is in her time of difficulty, facing the giant, alone. She had her reason.

We can only pray the best for her.

*P.S. We love you.

You are not an accident

2009-09-01T09:43:00.004+08:00

You are who you are for a reason.

You're part of an intricate plan.

You're a precious and perfect unique design,

Called God 's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.

Our God made no mistake.

He knit you together within the womb,

You're just what he wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones he chose,

And no matter how you may feel,

They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,

And they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.

And God wept that it hurt you so;

But it was allowed to shape your heart

So that into his likeness you'd grow.

You are who you are for a reason,

You've been formed by the Master's rod.

You are who you are, beloved,

Because there is a God!

~Russell Kelfer

Charity: Fund Raising

2009-08-19T20:40:00.004+08:00

Those of you who wish to do good but lack opportunity,

those who never do good,

those who always do good,

and whoever you are,

Here i need your help to raise fund.

It is for charity purposes. Please, don't hesitate to do good.

15 August 2009.

On that very historical and faithful day,

a poor little girl had lost her loved ones FOREVER.

He had left her FOREVER AND EVER.

Never bid her farewell.

She is all ALONE and abandoned.

How is she going to live without him?

They had been together for almost 2 years,

never been apart for even a day.

They shared a lot of sweet memories, and went through hardships together.

Sunshines and rains,

they were side by side.

It was just like yesterday.

The scene when they first met

was so vividly etched in her heart.

The memory lasts as long as the earth stood still.

It can never be erased.

He was like a magnet-

attracting everyone that approach into his orbit.

It was love at first sight.

She knew he was the one.

After years of searching, she finally found her Prince Charming.

Having him was like owning the entire world.

But,

the happily-ever-after ending of the fairy tales does not apply here.

That day,

he left.

Silently.

This is the first time she is alone for the past two years.

Never so ALONE before.

Without him, everything was difficult.

She misses him. So much. So much.

So....

Here I am to set up a fund.

The "Bee Shuang's New-Mobile-Phone" Fund.

(I obviously need to move on with my old phone. It was stolen. And we had been together UNSEPARATED for 2 years!!!)

Kindly please contact me if you wish to donate.

Donation in any form is welcomed.

(Cash, cheque, bank draft, credit card, etc...)

As the Chinese saying goes: "You will be paid good if you do good!"

Don't hesitate to do good!

The Long Awaited Day

2009-08-11T14:28:00.000+08:00

After years and years of studying, the day finally comes....

I finally put on the graduation cap and gown...

Of my sis.

It was my sis's graduation.

And the only word that I find suitable to deacribe it was CROWDED.

See the big bouquet of chipmunks?

It is going to appear in my bro's graduation, and perhaps mine (if my sis haven't marry before i graduate)

She is going to put the the big chipmunks as a decoration for her marriage car. And when she gave birth to the first baby, she will take out one little chipmunk and so on. I wonder how true it is...

And the happiest person would me my PARENTS.

You could tell how proud they are of their daughter from their toothful grin :>

Wow.... I certainly looked HUGE in that coat. Especially when i was standing next to my already skinny and not-so-tall sis.

The three new "old" members of the family.

Not forgetting the interesting photographic session:

The scroll is empty???

"Bond" sisters ready for mission!!!

My dad had a really hard time smiling at the same time making his eyes visible in front of the camera.

It was a sad thing to mention that our friends will always have the dilemma whether to greet him or not when they come to my house. They can hardly tell whether my dad is sleeping with the newspaper in his hand or reading it.

My lovely godpapa and godmama. They are so sweet, aren't they?

The three flowers of the Lee family.

And lastly, my kungfu bro and sis.

Chocettes War

2009-07-29T14:07:00.005+08:00

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,
ah kongs and ah mahs,
papas and mamas,
and whoever you are,
I would like to present you.......

The HUGEST production of Hollywood this year...
....
......
...
The Chocettes War!!!

This is where you find the most talented actresses and directors and producers and crews and etc etc etc (All in S2)

Okay, straight to the point.

Search for the video clip, Chocettes War
Watch and vote for us here - http://www.chocetteszone.com.my/

The more the merrier ( I mean the GOOD votes)

Thank you for your support!!!

PS. If you want some of the actresses or even my autograph, I can surely, certainly and definitely do you the favour. :)

Do you have the answer?

2009-07-25T06:12:00.002+08:00

How long have you not listen to your heart tentatively?

A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
Or worse, you never do so.

Now, slow down your pace.
Close your eyes.
Listen to what your heart says.
And perhaps ask yourself a few questions in the meantime.

Ever wonder why are you are here?
What is the purpose of your life?
Why are you doing all these-
study like a nerd and work like a bull.
Earn tonnes of money and die before even you can finish spending them.
Ask yourself: WHY?

Is your life meaningful?
Or it is just a mere routine?

What have you done with your life?
Are you wasting it?

What are you going to do with your life?
Eat. Play. Sleep. Study. Work. Get marry and then die?
Is that all that you can do?
Are you living your life to the fullest?

The quest of a lifetime.

Have you got the answer?
Think over it.

An unwelcomed, unexpected visitor

2009-07-11T21:10:00.002+08:00

I opened the door. And I gasped.

Me : Why you place the broom stick on the bed?!

Wy: I tell you, you better don’t stand on the floor.

Me : Why?

Wy : There is a xxx…

AaaaaaaahhhhhhHHHHH…….. (Hysterical screams follow)

INTI Subang Jaya – There is a terrorist attack in L9-12 (female hostel) in INTI Subang Jaya. Luckily, no death, no injury. But it sure had panicked the victim, Oo Wan. The terrorist escaped and is unable to be traced.

According to the one and only one witness of the incident (Oo Wan also), the terrorist started the ambush at 3 am in the morning. She played a freezing game with the terrorist. They looked eyes to eyes for an hour or so. Nobody dare to take the first move.

Finally, she gave up. And cocooned herself up in blanket and sank into her dreamland uneasily.

The fearsome terrorist that makes all my hair stand straight each time I hear his name is COCKROACH!!
Here it goes again... My hair all standing on the ends the way we did when the national anthem is being played (not to show my respect to that creature, obviously)

Without hesitation, we declared emergency and held a meeting, planning the military counterattack that we should make.
We started to search for it everywhere that may be its suspicious hiding place.

Under the bed. Checked.
In my boxes of books (though I think that it is clearly a cockroach and not a book worm. Yet, safety first) Checked.
On top of cupboard. Checked.
In the sandwich maker (which I doubted that a cockroach would like to be sandwiched nor I would like to have a cockroach sandwich. YUCKSSS....!!!!!)

After a lot of moving and shifting every objects that has physical contact with the floor, and a lot of screamings (it is a shame to say that we were actually scared by the flying DUST that gave us an optical illusion of the flying insect).
Okay.
The coast is clear.
Not even a single sight of the disgusting organism. So far so good.

Prevention is better than cure.
So we went to shop for weapons:

Shieldtox insecticide+naphthalene balls
See who scare who?! Hahah....

Besides, to ensure a double protection, we even pasted card boards along the door slit so that it is really cockcroachproof (at least I really hope so).

To INTI security guard: We pay rental and yet we need to flash our residential card to gain entrance into the hostel. And I don't think why the Mr. Cockroach can gain entrance so easily to the extend of intruding our privacy even they never pay their rental. It is just so unfair.... :-(

Okay then. Mr. Cockroach, let's have an agreement. If you promise not to intrude into my life anymore, I swear that I will NEVER EVER eat CHEESE....

Where You Can Be Yourself

2009-07-08T18:34:00.000+08:00

Often people put on a mask whenever they are, camouflaging their true personalities with the character they desired. However, there is one place where it is impossible to hide who they are. The true self will be revealed without their own conscious.

So, where is it?

This is the place -WASHROOM!

Don't rub your eyes in disbelieve. Your eyes are okay. Ya. It is washroom.

It is a place where we can feel free to express ourselves. We do things that we dare not to do in front of others. You sing at the top of your voice, freely, without having to care for other's bad comment .You can even do some sexy moves or break dancing when you bath.
You may sing off-key or even break the glass. You may looks clumsy while moving your poor-coordinated body.
But who cares? You are satisfied with yourself. You are the toilet singing king, the bathroom dancing queen.
You can even fart out loud, without having apologise to anyone, cloud yourself comfortably in the aroma of your body's toxic gas.

Idiosyncratic behaviour is often magnified in a confined space, and hitherto unnoticed habits can be seen clearly in the washroom.
If you are a cleanliness freak. There will not even a strain of loose hair lying around in the toilet. You can even smell rose in the toilet.
The floor is scrubbed to sparkling mirror shine and the toilet bowl is as clean as the sink, you might as well wash your face there (but i doubt anyone will do that).

What you do in toilet is a reflection of you.
If you often experience constipation and spend hours in forcing your poop out (nearly got your head exploded), you know who you are.
You are 99% a person who drinks very little water, consumes diet with low fibre content and lacks exercising.

It had been a habit of mine to bring along something to read while I am going to do my business. In fact, I found out that it is a better place to study than the library.
There is no other distraction. No laptop. No TV. No friend to chat. And no nagging!
Sometimes the book may come in handy when you are having intense stomachache.

One's level of responsibility can be seen clearly in toilet (I don't mean that you can see it with your own eyes. It is rude to peep). There are many who have bad toilet manners. That's why signs are placed in public toilet to educate people how to do their business in a CORRECT manner, hoping to bring them to realise that what they did for years may be just far from correct.

*I wonder how people do the last pose. It seems to posses certain level of difficulty to perform.

To my own surprise, washroom can be a playground to some too... It just tells you how creative they are in turning a toilet into their wonderland.

Anyway, be yourself everywhere. But bare in mind that not everywhere is washroom.

Caffeine

2009-07-04T02:52:00.000+08:00

LOUD silence.
Apart from the tickling of the clock, and the blowing of the freezing cold air from the air conditioner, there is no sound.
The stillness is deafening.

I had always enjoy the solitude:
long hours of drama-ing, intersperse with copious amount of food (biscuits and bread are always my favourite), and a dress code that sometimes doesn't extend beyond pajamas.

But it is not the case now.
Not when I am having insomnia.
And I have to wake up early the next day.

Caffeine!!!
It has to be blamed.
For the aroma it has, so tempting and luring.
From a tiny little sip,
I slurped,
and I gulped greedily.
Filling every taste bud of mine with the bitter sweet liquid
Satisfying my crave.

The cost of it?

A free pair of sunglasses.

Alas!
It is a sleepless night again!

Are you any better than cow?

2009-06-14T22:14:00.001+08:00

Have you ever wonder where man go after their death?
Heaven? Hell?
I am sure nobody is silly enough to offer his spirit to the hell.
Then how can you be sure there is a place for you in heaven? Can you go to heaven to enjoy an eternal life?

As a Christians, I believe anyone who believe in Jesus Christ is saved. Anyone who believes is guaranteed a place in heaven. It is just as simple as ABC. You believe in Him, then you are saved.
The proof is in the bible itself.

He who believes in Him is not condemned; but he who does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of of the only begotten Son of God.
~John 3:18

Non-Christians believes that they can find your own path to heaven by doing good. And the big question mark is: It is impossible for mankind not to sin, even once. Don't tell me you never lie.

And, if by doing good alone can bring you to heaven, then one thing that is sure- the heaven is full packed with COWS, not man.
Why do I say so?

Cows never sin. Cows are good. Cows do works for mankind. They plough. They give us milk. And best of all? They never complain and work for us for the whole life. After they die, they give us their meat and organs.

And you think you are better than cows?

Heaven helps me!!

2009-06-09T16:32:00.000+08:00

Learning is tough. Learning a language is tougher. Learning English is toughest.

I began to worry: how am I going to score well in IELTS with my "Taiplish"?
Because of the exam fees is really tremendously, horrendously, extremely and dreadfully expensive, I decided that I MUST start learning ENGLISH.

I had always heard people saying that the best way to improve your language is to talk more.
Practice makes perfect!
And you learn faster by applying it in your daily lives.

Does that means......

When I am learning synonyms, I have to talk like this:
"Wow, the shopping mall is huge, behemothic, enormous, gargantuan, gigantic, humongous, stupendous, towering, large and big!"
"The kid or moppet, or tot, or child, or bairn, or the little one is so or very, or extremely, or remarkably cute, adorable, charming, pretty and dainty."

Huh.... So tiring! To do that I suppose I must have an incredibly big brain capacity (to remember all the vocabulary) and a huge lung capacity (to say all the words out in a single breath).
Not to mention the odd stares that I will get from others.

And if I am learning idioms? Oh no, I dare not think. I give up.

Perhaps I should sit back and learn from the most basic thing-plural and singular nouns.
But then I got lost in a maze, banging myself into dead ends repeatedly. I just can't understand.

If radius radii
fungus fungi
why hippopotamus hippopotami

If tooth teeth
goose geese
why door deer

Why? Why? Why?
I just don't get it. Perhaps, there is no logical explanation. You can never learn English the mathematical way.
Then I figured out that great mathematicians like Pythagoras had so much problems with their English that they started inventing symbols and equations. Saving time and energy.
Smart guys!

In order to master something, you must starts from the beginning. So I think it will be best for me to learn from the pronunciation of words instead.
Who knows?
Pronunciation is so much difficult than I thought. Enunciating the word right is not a ABC task.
And this always brings up troubles.

A : My grandma (i mean, grammar) is very bad.
B : Really? Why is she bad?
A : Grammar has gender?! It is a she?!

Not funny....
Well, at least I'm not alone in this world. I came across a column where the columnist said that she had difficulty pronouncing the words "larva" and "lava", "coma" and "comma" right.

"But why anyone would want to live at the foot of an active volcano is beyond comprehension. At some stage, you might find yourself having to flee for your life as a river of molten larva rushes towards your house. In your haste, you could easily trip and knock your head on the ground, and end up in a comma for the rest of your life."
~Quoted from How do you say it, by Mary Schneider.

Learning English definitely takes a lifetime.

Love him, love him not......

2009-06-05T21:49:00.000+08:00

Love him, love him not, love him, love him not....

What should I do with him?
Sometimes, he is just so cute and I will thank God for sending him into my life.
Sometimes, I just want to strangle him to death!!
Two contradicting feelings...
Back to the question: Love him? love him not??

I was waiting impatiently, so looking forward to go to Malacca especially after my friends told me about the shop "tart tart" that sells lots of tarts (you can know that from the name) and nyonya dumpling. I can't wait to savour all the delicacies... Oh.... How many times had I fantasising in placing the tart in my mouth, slowly chewing it, tasting it. And the nyonya dumpling which I never knew exist in this world until recently.

Dying to go Malacca!! To eat and to play (of course I'll somehow cheat my bro into paying all that for me)

I had thought of all the possibilities, that my parents will object, that the bus tickets sold out, etc etc... But I had left out the most important one, the theory I set up myself long ago.
And the theory is, GUYS at their 20s are just SO x 10¹⁰⁰⁰ VACILLATING!!!

The story goes like this:
He says : Visit me in Malacca anytime you want. I'll be free. (He finished his
exam, and having a break now)
Me says : Sure. How about this Tues?
He says : It'll be fine. Just to give me a call before you come.

Agreement reached. Both parties were equally happy (at least I was).

Few hours later......

Me says : Mama, I going to visit ko in Malacca on Tues wo, can a?
Mama says : Huh?? He told me he is coming back Taiping on Mon?

@%#@%#@*^@*&#*
My bro!!!

Few minutes later.....

Me says : You said I can go visit you on Tues and you told mama that you are
going back on Mon? What does that mean?
He says : Oh, I'm not going back anymore. I have stuff to do.

&#&@$^*#%$A#)%&
That's my bro!!!

For the next few days, he kept changing his mind.
Going back Taiping, staying back Malacca, coming KL to see her gf...
Until now, his is still in Malacca. And then gone my tarts, my nyonya dumplings. GREAT!
(Hopefully he won't see this. I still wish there is someone that pay for my shopping in future)

But there are times that he is really sweet. That you feel fortunate to have a bro (quite rarely though)

Me says : Mama doesn't let me go Malacca le. She said got Meningitis wo.
He says : No worry. You won't be affected for sure. You're immune.
Me says : Huh? Why say so?
He says : Well, you don't have the organ the virus attack what.

I throw him a look of bewilderment.

He says : The brain. You have NO BRAIN. Hahahaha....

Love him? Love him not?
Sigh....

Cheras Pasar Malam

2009-06-02T12:59:00.001+08:00

Here it is. The place I've longed to go...

This is why i am here. This is the reason why I go Cheras, not because of wanting to pay a visit to my old friend nor interested in UCSI. (I wish my old friend don't know this, I don't want her to treat me eat "chou tou fu")

The Cheras Night Market.

It's said to be the longest pasar malam in Malaysia.
Can you see the end of it? (Don't tell me you can, because I myself cannot)

Well, the mission I am here is to eat and eat and eat. Nothing else.

The toufu bakar is delicious. The crispy toufu bakar, the hard-to-chew dried squid, together with the little-spicy sauce make a wonderful snack.

Oh.... There is some crispy looking yellow pieces in the picture, right?
Well, to be honest, I can't remember what is it already. Forgive me, for, I have Alzheimer's.

Okay, there is no point for me to narrate out what I had eaten. It'll bring you to sleep in front of your computer. Lets go straight to the point.

Among all the food that I have tasted in the pasar malam. The most unforgettable one will be the "Chow Toufu". Smell the aroma thousand miles away.....

The stench fills your nostrils the moment you are in 100m (or more) radius away.
The weird thing is that many will search for the source of that horrible smell and QUEUE UP to buy "Chou Toufu".

Driven by curiosity and mostly my silliness, I join the crowd.
The moment I am struggling whether to buy the "Chou Tou fu" or not, the one queueing in front of me turn to me and said:

"It really smells horrible. The first time I tasted it, I even vomited. But I mastered my courage to taste it the second time, and I love it. So next time when I smell the busuk aroma, I will search for it and not running away from it."

What's so special about that smelly toufu that makes people so crazy about it?
I finally buy 4 pieces of that smelly toufu and try on them. It is best eaten with some kimchi, that is what i was told.
So, I put a lot of kimchi on the smelly toufu, wishing to cover the stinking smell and EAT it...

MY GOODNESS......!!!
I can't believe this.
It is just so....
I can't find a word to describe it....

It tastes so so so LONGKANG (drain, in Malay)!
Okay, okay... We can never taste longkang, right?
So lets put it in another way.

Hmmmm..... It is just like eating a tasteless toufu in a real stink monsoon drain with all the decomposing carcasses of animals and mountains of rubbish around.

Pooh!! The smell so overwhelming! Imagine that.

I fought the very strong urge to spit it out, partly because of I believe in what people said, "try it the second time and you will love it," and mainly because I'm eating a 60 cents smelly toufu.
I swallow it, together with the "longkang" smell.

Now, I feel that my stomach, my intestine, my body smells bad. I start to wonder will it smell that bad also when I break wind???

What happen next is a series of torturing scenes of me trying to stuff the smelly thing into my mouth and swallow it.

Eventually, I toss the last piece (60 cents) into the rubbish bin
here,
in front of the UCSI campus.

I hope that the campus will not fill with the stench.

Because of the ugly taste which pollute my tongue just now, I buy the ice cream from 100 yen to clear it away. So as to neutralise the awful taste just now.

I just love it! (I mean the ice cream).
Yum yum.....
The sweet coffee taste fills all your taste buds the moment it melts in your mouth.
I feel so much better. :)

Since the next day is the Dragon boat festival, dumplings is a must-eat.

Oh, ya...
Try the Chou Toufu next time and you will know what I mean. ( Only if you dare)
Fear Factor challenge...

My Day Off

2009-05-28T19:37:00.000+08:00

Exams after exams. I was going to be bored to death by quarantine myself in the room, forcing myself to stare at the books blankly. So I decided to enjoy to my fullest for the day and to visit my old friend in UCSI. Have you ever been to UCSI?

This is UCSI.

It has a beautiful fountain right in front of it and an eagle like guard house.
Interesting, huh? I bet you never see anything like this before.

The thing that I like most is not the fountain, but the swimming pool. Oh.... How I had always dreaming of INTI dig a hole out of the parking lot and make it into something more useful like SWIMMING POOL.

Don't judge a book by its cover. Though it looks like an ordinary university college, it contains the most extraordinary elements in it, especially the students there.

Don't feel surprised if you see someone had a comb on HIS head in the school. It's not that he had forgotten the comb after he brush his hair, he actually make it into a bob. And he feels good about it.

And that is not all. If you think bras are only necessities, then you are definitely wrong, so wrong. There is a girl that is innovative enough to be the pioneer of making bras into accessories. The way she wears her bras is something similar to the way Superman wears his undergarments. They wear them on the outside. She practically uses it as her waist belt. Don't be surprise if it becomes the latest fashion in the future. Who knows?

What do you think is the youngest age to graduate from a university college? 19? 18? 15?
Let me tell you, it can be mere 5! It should go into the Ripley's Believe It Or Not!

There is a kindergarten in UCSI. Incredible?!
Those little kids can graduate at the very young age of five. They study with the undergraduates and postgraduates.
What a glamour!

Now I begin to wonder who teaches them?
Professors? Lecturers?

This is the little playground in USCI.

Well, if you wish to visit USCI there is something that you must not miss.

Not the fountain.

Not the eagle-like guard house.

Not the Child Development Centre.

Not the swimming pool.

And definitely no the students.

But THIS.

Yes. It the Rapid KL bus service post

Why?
Curious?
Because my head knocked on it accidentally when i was on my way to explore the little playground.
You should really watch out.
It hurts. Till now.
The knocking burst much of my capillaries right at my temple and caused a swelling that will send the painful sensation whenever i eat.

So, watch out.