181008 - Wit Lyn's 17th Birthday Bash

Okay people!
Sorry for the long wait.
Finally got my hands on the pictures.
So here are the pictures from Wit Lyn's party that I promised.
:D

Leg people :
(from left)Mercy, Adeline, Julia, Serah, me

Enjoying the fan :
Serah with the cup, Melanie with her palm, me looking to the right, Julia with the keyboard shirt, Mercy looking real bored, and Adeline right behind her.

The birthday girl and her presents
(I can see Qiang in this picture!! :D)

The girly girls :
Harveena, Cecilia, me, Mercy, Joyce

Group photo before the party :

(standing)Adeline, Julia, Wit Lyn, me, Melanie
(sitting)Mercy, Serah

Us girls.

you should know everybody by now

A few of the girls came over to my place first before heading to Wit Lyn's house that day.
Everyone arrived late so we took our time to get there.
Pictures are on facebook posted by Mercy.

Had a great time at the party!
Wit Lyn had so many people come for her party, relatives and friends alike.
Met some really interesting new people as well.
Like Han Qiang's best friend who called me 'jiejie' when he asked me something cause he didn't know my name and his brother who was this monotone funny man.
Stayed over at her place after the party, karaoke-d till about 1am, watched Russell Peters till about 3am, where we all proceeded to the living room to watch Qiang and the guys play GTA4 without audio sounds. Slept at 5.30am.
Woke up at 9am while Wit Lyn and Mercy slept some more, and curled up into a ball on the floor and dozed a bit more.
When they both woke up, went downstairs and listened to Yi Sheng the monotone dude play 'Hands of Blood' aka 'I Don't Flirt' by his little brother.
Went home at 11.30am.

Ricky; my latest _____

Hello. Meet my latest basketball crush.

Ricky Rubio(left).
Spanish professional basketball player.
Spanish national basketball player.
He turned 18 on the 21st of October(last Tuesday).
Height : 1.92m
Position : Point Guard





Yum yum.
Youngest player to ever play in the Spanish ACB League.
Cute Spanish basketball player dude.
I like.
:D

Say goodnight and go.

The whos of me

Who am I?
I've been thinking and trying to come up with an answer to this question I've been asking myself since forever.
And everything I come up with will vary by every second.
At other times, I can't even conjure up a satisfactory answer to the question above.


Yes, I come from a family of 5.
Yes, I never met my grandfather because he was gone even before I came into the world.
Yes, I have had good friends who're now just friends, and just friends who're now good friends.
Yes, I'm a Catholic.
Yes, I play many different instruments even though I don't learn most of them.
Yes, I can sing both in a choir and on my own.
Yes, I've always loved having pet dogs.
Yes, I love reading.
Yes, I'm crazy about vampires, Ed Westwick, Patrick Dempsey and all the other awesome stuff I love in this world.
Yes, I'm not in science stream but in accounts' and people have called me stupid.


I mean, so what? Doesn't mean I'm in accounts' stream it goes to show that I'm not a bright individual. We all fight our own battles. I'm fighting one with my studies, a fierce one at that. And don't think I'm not trying now, because of that front I put up all the time. I'm studying, but it's just not going into my head. You're probably thinking I'm not studying the right way, have it your way then. I'm trying, so there.


Coming back to the topic, who am I??? I'm going to associate this 'who am i' business with the past, present and future. Because if I were to ask myself today who I am, it'll be the present. But at the same time, it'd be tomorrow's past and I'll be who I am in the future anyhow. Who am I, who was I and who will I be?


Now here's a random thought, am I the only one wondering about this complicating question? No, don't answer that.


As time ticks by, I realize I'm running out of time in secondary school, one of the many chapters of life I'm to go through. Boy, how time flies. Before you know it, a girl from the class next door will be married and will have kids(yes she's getting married next year), a few of us will have moved away and many others out into the world. Dang I feel old. Ah well, shan't talk about the leaving part now.


Here's a question;
Who will you be?


p/s : Will blog about the party Wit Lyn threw on the night of 18th soon. Is it me or has streamyx slowed down?




Till next time,
Shut them windows to keep the chills out.

A letter to my dear crazy big fat mama

Dear mama,

It's been 3 years since you've gone. Even longer since I called you my 'crazy big fat mama' while you watched your tv in your room. I used to watch you play cards, where you taught me to count to 10/20/30 faster than my other friends when I was younger. You even got into a fight with Papa because of me once. We would have your birthday dinner at that Jumbo Restaurant every year because you knew the 'kapitan'. You always annoyed me with your silly exclaimations by saying things like 'Kencing kencing kencing!!' louder by each word just as you were about to go to the toilet. You never failed to make us feel guilty whenever we refused you of the sweet sweets we would eat in front of you by giving us a really sad look and telling us 'Later mama die then you know!".

I remember lending you my marching gloves before I left your bedside for school that very day you left cause you would feel cold so easily by then. Your hands were so very cold. You couldn't speak properly but we could tell what you wanted or needed even though you had to stay in bed the whole time towards the end. I remember something within me told me to bid you goodbye before I went off for school. It was almost noon. I got on my bus, and I couldn't peel my eyes off your window as the bus pulled away.

By the time I spotted Yvonne in the middle of my BM class, I didn't really feel like anything was right. I was standing because I hadn't completed my BM homework. I spotted Yvonne with her red cheeks and teary eyes and immediately started packing my bag. After speaking to the teacher I rushed down with her to the car park and into Papa's car.

As we turned into the road we lived at, I could see the cars of my relatives all parked along the road. I sped out of the car, skipped up the flight of staircase and went into the crowded room where you laid. For a moment I thought it was a false alarm, you looked as though you were merely asleep. After all, no one had mentioned anything to me about you leaving yet. Still, it would only make sense that you were already gone otherwise it wouldn't be a necessity for everyone to be here. I walked past tear-stained faces and listened to the pointless sobs of my mum and her siblings.

Reaching out, I touched your hand. The very hand that fed me rice into my nose when I was younger because you were too engrossed in the tv programme you were watching, the very hand that I was so fascinated by everytime I pulled on your skin and it would stretch and move back into position ever so slowly, the very same cold hand that I borrowed my gloves to that same morning.

It was different from this morning. Cold, yes, but more like frozen now. I didn't cry. I couldn't bring myself to. Because all I knew was that you were frozen in time.


But if you weren't, you'd be 90 as of today.
So, here's your birthday wish from me.
Happy 90th Birthday, Mama.
Don't ever forget to think of all of us who're missing you.

Falling down

I'm sure everyone has fallen down sometime throughout their whole life.
Be it a physical or a mental fall, we've somehow gone through or seen others fall.
It hurts mostly, and yes we do get scarred from time to time.
We could become immune to the pain, or we could build up enough callus to minimize the damage the next time we fall.
The rest of the time however, we prefer to take some time off just by crying out, kicking the air with our legs in frustration, or even brooding over it silently without others knowing.
Just be sure to pick yourself up when you do fall, unless you're quite sure you won't be able to do it alone then get someone you can always rely on.
Because you never know how you can cause another person to trip and fall by sitting on the ground for too long.



I slipped and fell in my toilet yesterday.
Hit the back of my head against the sink pretty bad.
Every now and then it pounds as I feel the blood rushing.
I wonder if I have a concussion or a tumour or a blood clot or some sort.
Terrific, I'm turning sadistic.
Bah.

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the library yesterday Jack.
Had to go see my maid off at Senai and then attended a meeting in church.
Hope you studied with Jourdy and got a good look at the place.

Woke up today and got run down by a train of thoughts.

Why is it that I see things out of these two sockets I have for eyes?
Someday, I'll be living my own life, at my very own place.
Who will I be?
Am I really going to be happy?
Some things never change.
Leave if you wish, only stay if you really want to.
Pick one, the right one, and stick to it.
My English teacher hates me.
I may be fat and ugly on the outside, but we're all pretty on the inside.
Everyone won't be around all the time.

Sometime, someday, somewhere, somehow, things will and are about to happen.

I got lied to again.
It's one of the worst feelings one can feel.
But I fall for it every time.
Stupid dumb lies.
I wonder if I should do something.
Because honestly, I'm tired of this.

Choir Farewell 081008 - Check

From left and clockwise : Mrs Doreen and her mic, Suba, Tracy, Natalie,Si Wei, Clarissa, Mercy, Adeline, Calista, Erma, Kelly, Pierina, Sharlene, Agnes, Eunice, Beverley, Sarah and me neither standing nor squatting.


Thanks so much for all the memories.
Special thanks to the board and everyone who made an effort for the choir performances/events/practices this year.
I'll miss dreading the practices, thinking of what songs to sing for the week, auditioning the juniors, snapping my fingers to keep time, conducting the choir, making funny faces at you girls so that you all smile, lashing out at you girls for no reason, laughing at some of you cause sometimes you girls have really funny expressions/actions, having board meetings, eating free dominoes pizzas, glaring at my basses(basi people), playing warm-up, planning those choir events, the long long long talks from Mrs Doreen(XD), wearing the school baju kurung/choir shirt/selempang/musical costumes and everything else I have forgotten to mention here.
I miss the seniors a whole lot, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna miss being a senior too. Pardon me if I have been harsh and may have hurt any of your feelings.

Kimberly, Ellena, Chiara and Jia Hui
Don't let peer pressure or comments get you down, instead make it a point to prove them critics wrong and that you guys can and will do a better job than your seniors.

Every single choir girl
Don't hesitate to bond, interact, exchange comments, make reasonable suggestions or ask questions.
Keep singing and remember :
*mimics Mrs Doreen's voice and the way she stares at us with her head lowered and eyes wide open*
"In everything you do, do your best."

Good luck kiddies.

Activity

Okay here's what I'm gonna need you guys to do.
I've decided to run a little test.
I would like you guys to tell me what the image below makes you think of.
Eg. For the times we felt so alone.
You can put it in the comment section at the end of this post.
Simple right?
Thanks and off you go then!

Anyways, here's mine :
For the times when we stood out.

No worries, it's just around the corner.

In words

I'll let you guys in on a tiny bit of my world.
That is, the life I lead in this world we share.
These, are my confessions.



I'd rather watch and observe rather than do the real thing.
In truth, I'm frightened of hurting myself or putting myself to shame. I figured that if I watch others go through the things I am about to do, perhaps I might learn something out of it and do better than them when it comes to my turn.


I have very strong opinions but I don't really sound them out in public.
As I have mentioned before in previous posts, I'm a analyst. I love to think and wonder about everything and anything. And most of the times, I come up with an opinion only I know of because I don't tell everyone what I think about all the time. It's like everyone around me is watching Astro when it's raining outside. They get cut off cause they don't get the signals(my thoughts) from my head. I could go around and speak less than 50 words a day, but I never have good days when I have a headache or worse, migrain. Why? Because I just can't think straight due to the pain.


I like being honest because I hate lies and liars.
Yet very often I have hurt many others whilst practising this particular habit of mine. Just recently I came clean with a friend, and I'm pretty sure I ended up disgusting the other party instead. Up till now, I wonder if we'll ever be the same friends we were again. Then there was another friend whom I've hurt yet again. Just because I was being selfish and I came clean too. Maybe white lies do help avoid getting others hurt.


I hate people who make fun, make jokes or 'shoot' people.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about voicing out opinions here. I'm talking about putting your friend down, calling your friend names. Basically, it's called "Negative Humour". Got to know about it from church and it's been a long while since it was first mentioned. I'll admit that I do use negative humour on others, I have and I certainly will do so in the future, but when it comes to a point where that person can't take anymore what are we to expect?? Why put someone else's day on the line just to utter some nonsensical sentence just for the sake of a few minutes of laughter?


I don't like being ordered around, but I don't like standing in the frontline leading others either.
All I can say is it's human nature. We'll always yearn for the oposite of what we have/get. When I'm on my piano I would only feel like singing, when I have straight hair I would want my hair to be wavy. I've led and been led. And I still can't seem to make up my mind as to whether I enjoy leading or being led.


I detest the sirens of ambulances.
The reason is quite obvious. I lost my eldest sister 4 years back, my grandma 3 years back and my granduncle 2 years back. Everytime I hear an ambulance approaching and as the siren grows louder by each second, I try my hardest not to cringe and run in the opposite direction. And it doesn't really help when the dogs start howling sometimes too.





Shall end the post here.
Part II will be up when I'm finished with it.


Don't forget to turn out the lights.

Pictures for previous post

Here are the pictures on Hari Raya '08(yesterday). Pictures taken before, during and after the Desaru family trip we had today shall be posted if I ever get my hands on them. Feeling kinda lazy to add in the captions so I shall just let you guys wonder if you don't get the picture. Enjoy!

<u>Pictures of lunch at Arif's place

While we waited for taxis by the main road

Dinner at Roost

The End. =D

My '08 Hari Raya

Although I'm not one who goes all excited cause it's Hari Raya, I did have a wee bit of fun celebrating it by visiting Arif's house. Mercy came over after tuition at a little over 11.30am, waited for me to shower, and then off we headed to Arif's place. We had a very quiet lunch that involved a fair amount of jokes and laughs, and not to mention the food that was laid out on the table! Sorry if we intruded Arif, it was a really good meal and we had fun. Thanks and selamat Hari Raya DATUK(i still don't get it,bah)!


After lunch at Arif's, we walked out to the main road to hail two taxis to transport the six of us(SiWei, Tracy, Melanie, Mercy, Serah and me) to City Square. Caught Mama Mia!(is that how you spell it? With a space??) along with the bafoons. One would imagine how different two different cliques would react to watching the same movie together. Oh well, at least I had Serah and Mel singing and bouncing away to all the Abba songs that came on. We had a grand time laughing our heads off at some of the dance moves and scenes. [note: Serah still wasn't able to pay a visit to Action City but there wasn't much action this time as the last experience we had]


Headed home when I met mumsy and family who were with Max too. Left Mercy with Serah and Mel, so that she could accompany Adeline after the duo left for tuition. Finally met up with Merce and Mel at Roost after getting a little lost. Sorry I was late. So we talked and had a blast there. We were still impressed with the place and its atmosphere despite going there for a few times now. Of course, it was a totally different experience as it was our first time dining there together. Mel snapped pictures like the paparazzi does, while Mercy told me stories and other stuff. There were a lot of weird people around. Funny funny people. We laughed and laughed. Merce made a video of me laughing and whining. Mel sent it to her phone. Now God knows what I'm in for. Serah, we need to come up with a plan to retaliate them!! Merce sent me back home a little after 9pm.


So that was my day. Lots of laughing and fun involved, just the way I like my days to be. I'm going to the beach tomorrow with my family. Can't wait! Oh and by the way, pictures of today were taken by Mel, so it might take me a while to get them up. Unless she posts them that is.


Many thanks to WenLi for introducing a band called Until June to me. I have now fallen in love with one of their songs called You Do. The lyrics aren't a whole lot, but they speak really clearly and deliver the message very directly. Check it out if you have a minute or two.


Can someone please introduce me to bands that play New Age music? Indie would be nice too. Not too heavy, I listen to lyrics mostly. Let me know if you think I need to have a listen to your songlists!


Okay time to grab some shut-eye. Gotta get up bright and early tomorrow cause
I'M GOING TO THE BEACHHHHHHHH!!!!!! :DDDDDDD