profile Firmly believes in life after death. Secretly addicted to Gossip Girl & ATNM (oh, the shame). Finds painting own nails therapeutic. Takes an eternity to make a decision. Likes to swim. Fancies self as seasoned chef in manner of Masaharu Morimoto. Hates driving during rush hour. Feels happiest waking up to bright sunny mornings. Is afraid of cockroaches and balloons. Dislikes awkward silence. Buys too many dresses and not enough comfortable shoes. Is convinced that people only appreciate what they have to work hard for. tagboard archives February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 August 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 skin by: Jane |
Wednesday, April 27, 2005 @ 10:37 AM
Giggly Dreams Ok ok ok. So we were hanging out back in Ipoh, all of us gurls. We just had something to eat at a mamak stall and we were off shopping. Wasn't long before all of us had scores of paper bags hanging off our arms, and Wei Ming, looking slightly baffled, suggested that we put our stuff in the car first before going any further. So yeah, we were heading to the car, bags and all, Stef was in front of me, when suddenly I spotted Mrs Lai at the left corner of me eye. I was like, hey Stef that's Mrs Lai! But she ignored me; I noticed she quickened her pace but... I wasn't sure. Then Mrs Lai called out to Stef. She didn't stop, visibly power-walking now. Mrs Lai called her again, looking very much like she would fancy a long, polite chat, and still Stef marched on like Jennifer Aniston avoiding the paparazzi, head bowed and all. Mrs Lai called one more time. Stef turned toward her, a big beautific smile on her face. "Hi Mrs Lai! What a surprise..." Then I couldn't hear much anymore, I was laughing so hard... Stayed under me warm covers for at least 3 minutes shaking with laughter after I woke up. I realize it might not be as funny to most of you guys huh. But... hehee but MAN, it just reminds me of the way Stef (ok la, and the rest of us nuts; juz that Stef cracked me up the most LOL) used to get all freaked out when we used to bump into ...'potential-awkward-situation' people like ...your boyfriend's ex, or an ex-crush you did something really dumb for once (or twice or...), or a fellow 'competitor' or... your crush-of-the-moment when you were out in your worst faded, crumpled baby-t and pasar malam slippers. LOL I can't stop giggling juz typing this. XD XD XD Tuesday, April 26, 2005 @ 9:34 AM
Stinky Juices The three of us were dragging huge bags of rubbish (yes, it takes three persons to haul all our rubbish out - see, we usually take the trash out only when it starts to take up more than a quarter of our kitchen area) when I screamed at my sis coz her bag was punctured and some brown substances were splurting out of it. And it stank. Oops. After leaving a suspicious trail of stinky goo on the carpeted hallways of our apartment building, we got outside to the dumpster. May threw hers in first, then me, then we both held up the crazy heavy lid whilst my sister, gaining momentum by swinging the trash a li'l, braced herself to fling the heaviest (and leaking) bag over. Thump. I felt trails of wet stuff running down my bare ankles. I stared down at myself - my t-shirt and sweater had dots of brown liquid on them. GAaAAAaAAaKKKKkkKKk!!!! Ew ew ew ew EW! And it stank. UGggHHh. Took a shower immediately and threw them stinky clothes into the just-emptied laundry basket. We just did our laundry on Saturday. Dang. @ 5:43 AM
Da Nu Bible - Gangsta Style Where can I go F-R-to-tha-izzom yo Spirit? Where can I flee fizzy yo presence? If I go up ta tha heavens, you is there; if I makes mah bed in tha depths, you is there. If I rise on tha wings of tha diznawn, if I settle on tha far side of tha sea, even there yo hand W-to-tha-izzill guide me, yo rizzay hand wizzle hold me fizzle. - Psalm 139: 7-10 Courtesy of www.gizoogle.com. Thanks Keong. ;) Monday, April 25, 2005 @ 10:35 AM
Splinter Lesson I was on the phone with Keong at Yuk Shan's apartment, walking barefooted on her hygienically-questionable wooden floor when my left foot brushed hard against the floor and a searing pain shot through the sole of my feet up to my thigh. It was a bleeding splinter. After grimacing uncomfortably with my cell phone stuck between my shoulder and ear, I decided to hang up and get rid of the splinter first. It came out pretty easily because it was such a huge chunk, but I still felt pain when I pressed the spot, and it was dark brown inside. So I figured there was more wood inside, which meant I had to dig deeper to avoid an infection or something. So I dug. With a blunt nail clipper. Boy did it hurt. But I couldn't find any wood, so I juz dug deeper. Till it hurt so much coz I cut too much skin too deep. No splinter. In my hasty desperation to get to the 'root' of my problem, I neglected King Fu, who came back with us after our persistant pleading. Gosh I still feel horrible when I think about it. That was pretty anal of me yea? *guiLtY* But the damage was done. Whilst searching for the cause of my phantom pain, which I so wrongly assumed was more wood, I'd created more lasting pain for myself, chopping off all those skin the way I did. Yaowch, yes. I had to walk like I had a golfball stuck on the sole of my left foot for the next couple days in New York, and this experience had taught me a couple of things. 1. Don't ever try to dig up problems that weren't there initially. 2. Don't ass-u-me and make an ass outta u and me. Though in this case, it was just me. 3. Don't be lazy - pick up your feet when you walk dammit. 4. Don't ever let your mind convince you of things - make your mind work for you. Remember: the mind is a very powerful tool. Ever heard of the story of the man who died in an icebox that was 80 degrees coz he was so convinced it was freezing? 5. Don't ever walk barefooted in Yuk Shan's dorm. @ 8:06 AM
Smells Like Memories There's an advertisement on TV lately, for a particular brand of men's deodorant - I think it's Old Spice/Red Zone - in which a girl was dragged to a camping trip with her boyfriend, and she was all weirded out by the bugs n noises, but her boyfriend was nonchalant and just chillin. Well at one point she heard something growling and she freaked out and hugged her boyfriend, her eyes closed. Then memories began to flash inside her mind, one by one, each memories sweeter than the last, and she felt completely safe. She remembered why she stuck with this outdoors-loving caveman. I miss a particular scent too... but unfortunately, it doesn't take the real smell to ignite my memory. Even a cheesy commercial can do the trick. My brain's not too picky that way. Sunday, April 24, 2005 @ 10:19 AM
I rented and watched the movie Closer and Iron Ladies. Closer coz Su gushed on so much about it, and Iron Ladies coz... I felt I could use a good laugh. Iron Ladies should come with a warning label for severe homophobics, really. Gave me the goosebumps at times, but it was faRnee. And it's confirmed; thai guys are good-looking without much effort. ;) Closer... I kept talking about the movie with everyone who would have a conversation with me, I thought it was a really real movie, a movie that let you determine the black and white and the grey, that relied on a good script to move a story forward and not on simplistic timeline guides at the bottom of the screen. Y'know, like '4 months later' or 'December, London' or something. But people didn't react to the movie like I did. May was even a tad bit frustrated at the slow pace of the film. People didn't find snippets of the dialogues profound, deep, relevant, like I did; they didn't feel like they could relate to the movie at all, like I sorta did... Whatever. I'm juz being stupid. I read some of my really old entries lately, yeah stuff that are even pre-blogspot. And I realize how much chirpier I was in those entries back in 2003 and early 2004... when I was sure the only people reading my blog were my closest friends. I'd talk about my days in detail, be completely free and true to what I was feeling coz I knew the people reading them wouldn't judge me. I don't reckon it's a lost of innocence or anything serious of that sort; gosh, did I just use the word reckon? Thanks, Stef. =p Heh anyways. I'm still chirpy *bEam*; I just gave up writing for my own pleasure in exchange for your reading pleasure hehee. 0=) I mean, I reckon I can ramble on a bunch of trivial stuff that is of no interest to anybody but myself (and risk declining readership), or I can try to amuse you with my self-depreciating comments and o-so-unique view of world events (CNN). Time changes things, is all. The only thing that remained the same from those times to now is God's unfailing grace and love for me. For you. For us. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. - Psalm 139: 7-10 Hehee 0=) Had to link these verses in somehow~ Saturday, April 23, 2005 @ 12:17 AM
Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice. Alice: As if you had no choice? There's a moment. There's always a moment. 'I can do this, I can give in to this, or I can resist it.' And I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one. Tuesday, April 19, 2005 @ 10:48 AM
Hair, or no hair? That is the question. Not. How in the world can 'a bit of hair' in the armpits be sexy? For women, I mean. First of all, it's gross. Second, it makes the person more prone to... undesirable smells. And thirdly... it's gRoss. *sHuddErs* I remember hanging out at a late night Asian restaurant thingy down the street (oh yeah, when Su was here! =D), and the small place was just crammed with at least four television sets. But only one TV caught our attention. It was playing really old, corny karaoke versions of chinese music videos, where they show women in bright, ah-ma swimsuits twirling around in the middle of a park, motel swimming pools, hillsides... anywhere but the seaside. But the fact that they're wearing swimsuits in completely unswimmable surroundings was not the big shocker. Their... ample bush in their underarms were. I am so not kidding. At first I thought it was a smudge or whatever, so we decided to examine more closely. Big mistake. Bill literally felt like puking. They were actually showing close-ups on their raised arms and all, like they were proud of it! Gawd. Maybe they're Mongolians or something. A culture where more hair is good; we women could use more of that in our cultures maybe. More appreciation of the natural woman's body I mean, not appreciation of more... bush. Yech. Monday, April 18, 2005 @ 11:25 AM
 Dressing up for the bio-chem department awards banquet. Yes I'm aware I'm a journalism major and it had nothing to do with me. Oh well. At least we got to play dress up. =P  Guess who's the only non-science major in here?  ...For the sake of roommate unity, I'm putting this up even though I look like I'm about to doze off.  Gotta love yer own sister, no? ;) @ 9:30 AM
 I just like this photo. =) Found it recently in May's laptop. Was last summer 2004, at the kids' garden on campus. Can you tell we're huddling around a grassy teddy bear? @ 8:46 AM
Saw a commercial for Mormonism a couple of days ago, on TV. No kidding. Two ladies were talking; one of them were like oh I feel kinda lost, not sure about the meaning of life, and why we're here... then her friend pulled out the Book of Mormons from her handbag (them Mormons mean business ok) and recommended that she read it. "It's a great companion to read along with the Bible," she flashed her kind, understanding smile. Everything is taking a shot at commercialism nowadays. Tuesday, April 12, 2005 @ 9:10 AM
4/10/2005 9:41:26 PM bubbz : mi u hav the michael w. smith cd.. healing rain? 4/10/2005 9:43:01 PM ~maRmee~: which one ?? 4/10/2005 9:43:05 PM bubbz : new one 4/10/2005 9:43:31 PM ~maRmee~: ma don have .. can download ar ?? 4/10/2005 9:43:36 PM bubbz : HAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAH 4/10/2005 9:43:44 PM bubbz : U, MOMMY, wanna DOWNLOAD songs? 4/10/2005 9:44:19 PM ~maRmee~: kenot meh?? 4/10/2005 9:44:34 PM bubbz : hehehehehe i was thinking bout buying it for u 4/10/2005 9:44:38 PM bubbz : u know, the old fashioned way 4/10/2005 9:44:40 PM bubbz : =p 4/10/2005 9:45:34 PM bubbz : u dowan the cd? 4/10/2005 9:47:04 PM ~maRmee~: mama wanna hear first ma.. see if ma like it or not .. When your mother starts talking about downloading songs and 'sampling' them before buying a cd, you know the world now is a very different place from the one you were borned into. Sunday, April 03, 2005 @ 8:33 AM
 Beautiful sunset Su managed to capture before she fell asleep... again ;) Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday soon. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. - Psalm 37:1-7 @ 8:30 AM
 Yup, came all the way from Malaysia to watch a traditional Malay Gamelan performance... pretty impressive stuff, even tho Su scared me into thinking it was gonna be two hours long =P If the Lord delights in a man's way, he makes his steps firm; though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. - Psalm 37:23-24 Turn from evil and do good; then you will dwell in the land forever. For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. They will be protected forever... - Psalm 37:27-28 @ 8:28 AM
 Blessings... I will make a covenant of peace with them and rid the land of wild beasts so that they may live in the desert and sleep in the forests in safety. I will bless them and the places surrounding my hill. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing. The trees of the field will yield their fruit and the ground will yield its crops; the people will be secure in their land. They will know that I am the Lord, when I break the bars of their yoke and rescue them from the hands of those who enslaved them. They will no longer be plundered by the nations, nor will wild animals devour them. They will live in safety, and no one will make them afraid. I will provide for them a land renowned for its crops, and they will no longer be victims of famine in the land or bear the scorn of the nations. Then they will know that I, the Lord their God, am with them and that they, the house of Israel, are my people, declares the Soverign Lord. You my sheep, the sheep of my pasture, are people, and I am your God, declares the Sovereign Lord. - Ezekiel 34:25-31 |