Good night and Good luck.

I found my Heart today. It was hiding under the table. I latched it back on to the chain...and now it is safe, on my wrist.

Wearing my heart on my sleeves, you say? I doubt it. It belongs on my wrist.

Just one more sleep..!

I have imprinted an image of my room, my living hall...everything. i'm just..

staring at it now..it's strange to know that i'll only see it once more in

November.

We need some sunshine and Barbie Dolls.

Do you know Elliot Smith..?
Yes. I bet you didn't.
Neither did I, actually.
It's just that I've suddenly been hit by this indie-rock bug.
I can't stop.

I never really had a problem because I'm leaving

But everything reminds me of him this evening

So if I seem a little out of it, sorry

But why should I lie?

Everything reminds me of him

The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple

And I got to hear the same sermon all the time now from you people

Why are you staring into outer space, crying?

Just because you came across it, and lost it

Everything reminds me of him

Suddenly, everyone hates you when you're attached. Ok, quit pointing those fingers already!! i know, i've written posts about girl-boy-relationships and how i don't like it if the girl in the picture isn't me..(teehhee..i'm trying to be cute)..but seriously, i've been getting a heap of bad vibes now...and it ain't pretty.

poor thing...i don't hate you...but others do. and if you know what's best...just...try to be what you were before. there's enough hate and bitterness to go around and it'll be best if we didn't add anymore oil to the ever-consuming fire...

oh, philosophy...how i love thee.

but yes..i'm sure they can't help it if they're completely-utterly-in-love-with-their-significant-one...and so what if they begin to abandon us? i mean..come on..chilling a bit, can anot??? give the poor thing a break...

the unfortunate thing is, The Wonder of Love only lasts for a few months...4 at the most. then the blissful couple will slip back into ordinary-not-lovey-dovey mode. then you'll have the poor thing back to normal.

so..wait a bit la. let those-who-are-attached have their bit of romance..leave them alone...then all will be well.

I'll fake it through the day

With some help from johnny walker red

Send the poison rain down the drain

To put bad thoughts in my head

Two tickets torn in half

And a lot of nothing to do

Do you miss me, miss misery

Like you say you do?

A man in the park

Read the lines in my hand

Told me i'm strong

Hardly ever wrong i said man you mean

You had plans for both of us

That involved a trip out of town

To a place i've seen in a magazine

That you left lying around

I don't have you with me but

I keep a good attitude

Do you miss me, miss misery

Like you say you do?

I know you'd rather see me gone

Than to see me the way that i am

But i am in the life anyway

Next door the tv's flashing

Blue frames on the wall

It's a comedy of errors, you see

It's about taking a fall

To vanish into oblivion

Is easy to do

And i try to be but you know me

I come back when you want me to

Do you miss me miss misery

Like you say you do?

Faking and longing/missing go hand-in-hand...what's with emo songs anyway? what happened to groups like Aqua???

One more week la...!!!

Today my daddy said:

Pa: Eh girl, you know right?
Me: Ya what?
Pa: You know right? Last time ar, before you came back right?
Pa: I was telling mummy, "eh..one more week and then can see ah girl edi..!"
Pa: Now ah, it's like, "eh..oni one more week then cannot see ah girl edi..!"
Pa: So sad la.
Me: ...

That, my friends, brought a lump to my throat. And now, i find myself wondering what the hell am I doing in Sydney when my parents, friends and everything that i know and am familiar with is in KL.

I mean, there's the nightlife, which is virtually NON-EXISTENT in Sydney as everything shuts at 6pm. And then there's the drinking, and the eating, and the shisha, and the drinking, and the Zouk-ing, and the eating, and the drinking, and the friends, and the Camp-5-ing, and the socialising, and the drinking, and the shopping, and the mamak-ing, and the shopping, and the cheap movies, and the drinking, and the heavy rain-pours, and the late-night-outings, and the laughs, and the crap-talks, and the drinking, and the eating and..oh..did i mention the drinks?

and not forgetting, my Kelisa is based here too. and my 3 months knowledge of KL and PJ roads...all down the drain..!!! that's my pride and joy..my knowledge of roads...the very thought that i can't drive for another 9 months...ohdangit.

it's just..*sob*.. not fair...!

why isn't there a twinning programme by Sydney Uni on marine science in Malaysia? i mean, heck, we have the ocean. we have Redang. we have a turtle sanctuary. we have numerous dive spots. we have GREAT WEATHER. we have amazing mamak stalls where one can get a roti canai right after an open sea excursion. we have cheap labour. we have a low exchange rate (vs the Aussie dollar la..and also just about every other foreign 'white' currency..) !!!

Sydney Uni should be clamouring to start a programme here...we've got everything!!!

and yet, they don't.

whattheflush???

i...don't...want...to...go.

i'm gonna go upstairs and hide under my blanket tonight.

timefreezetimefreeze alakazam!

My Taman is not safe anymoree!!!

Forgive me while I make a sweeping statement.

If you're Indian and you're good and honest and hardworking and a female and happen to NOT live in Taman Kajang Baru...I'm sorry. This is not directed at you. It's nothing personal.

Indians are the main cause of social problems in our country...or at least, in Selangor.

You two Indians. You evil. You not nice. You took that Malay man's money.

Oops..did i just type what i was thinking?

ok..get this. it's really REALLY REALLY nothing personal. See..i have no hard-feelings for Indians, heck i even have a lot of Indian friends. But what i say ring true. There are quite a number of Indians who are beginning to terrorise the safe streets that we law-abiding Malaysians choose to walk on...

DAMN IT IN MY OWN TAMAN TOO!! YOU ROBBED A MAN ON MY STREET!

oh the shame..

we were on our way for dinner. then we saw this malay man by the side of the road. there were these two indians on a motorcycle. we saw him grabbing his wallet and taking out stuff to give to them..then my dad went

"eh..i think that fella kena robbed la"

and lo and behold, when we were at the end of the road looking up, the two indians did a u-turn and wobbled..yes..i swear, they did this giddy-triumphant-Whheee-We-Got-Money-wobble down the hill on their blardy motorcycle.

and i stared at them through the back windscreen. stared and stared...bloody P-platers. they even had the audacity to stare back at us instead of speeding all the way back to their hole looking all guilty-like.

damn it.

Now the Malay man has no money for lunch or train tickets tomorrow..

No. 897

There is an old man sitting by the door of his stilted house. Most of the days, you may find him there, resting on his lazy chair, staring out in to nothingness, staring in front at the blank wall. His eyes remain unfocused, except on some distant memory that still replays itself in his mind...everything may seem like a memory for him now.

His face is lined, tell-tale signs that can only be brought upon by age and experience. His head is bare and shiny, fringed with a collar of silver hair at the midsection of the skull. As he sits in his chair, his ring on his right hand taps out a rhythm on the arm of his chair. He does it unconsciously, or maybe he is conscious of that rhythmic tapping...only he would know...his hand stops tapping momentarily as he brings it up to his nose to scratch away at some imaginary annoyance. But as he returns it back to the arm of the chair, idleness causes it to tap once more.

From the stories that I had heard about him, I knew that he worked as a clerk in a police station during his younger days. He travelled to China to bring his bride back to his country and he had 8 children. He separated his 8 children into 5 different schools in Seremban. His wife was given 50cents daily, maybe less, to feed her family of 9. When his son needed 10cents to buy an exercise book, he had to produce a letter of authentication from the teacher. His family was poor but he was...relatively well-off.

I cannot remember this well as I had heard it when I was a child...He used to beat his wife. And his children. To what extent, I do not know.

When his wife died, he was seated on that lazy chair by the door, staring out into emptiness. I remember seeing tears roll down his eyes. I think that was the first time I'd seen him cry. I've not seen it since.

For all the stories that I've heard about him...yet I do not know him. And I did not keep to my word. I had 3 months yet I did not take the time to know him. With just one week left...there's very little that can be done.

I said Good-bye the other day, I hope he heard me. He smiled...asked me what form I was in now, just to find out that I was in university. I shook his hand and walked down the steps. As the car drove away, I could still see him sitting there...this time looking longingly at we who were leaving.

I waved and he waved back.

That's the best I did.

Executed to Perfection.

2.30pm..."What time should we reach her place?"

Are you sure she's in?

Wait...I'll message her.

3.00pm..."So...is she at home? I don't want to drive all the way..."

She hasn't replied.

Do you want me to call her?

Ahh..Good good! Call her and pretend that you're sorry you didn't come that night..!

3.15pm..."Shit...she's not picking up.."

Uh..hello?

Can I speak to Hong Yin please?

This is Weng Yew.

Oh..she's in the shower..?

Hello..HONG YIN..!

3.30pm..."She told me to call back 10 minutes later."

Hello, Hong Yin?

You came out of the shower edi?

Yaya..sorry la..that day i didn't come...

Yeala..mother don't let lar...

...

...

...

3.40pm...rings the doorbell...

Oh ya..my mother la..asking me whether I've bathed the dogs anot...

3.42 pm...Sneaks up to her room...

Wait...I'll call you back...phone no credit edi lar...

And She SCREAMS!!!


Yesss...I know.
We are terrific liars.
But we sure as hell surprised the wits outta ya, didn't we?

And so she leaves tomorrow.

Soon, I shall follow suit.

It's an AVALANCHE of pictures!! i don't mean to eat up your bandwidth..sorry!

7 February
6.30pm.

The evening started off with me rushing down to the train station in my pyjamas to pick up Daniel and Hong Yin. I know what you're thinking...you should already know by now. Anyway, we made a quick stop at Restaurant Malaysia Satay Kajang. After all it was Dan's first time in Kajang, and he hasn't had authentic satay before...it was yummy, wasn't it? Alas, Dan thought that Kajang was, in simple terms, ulu, which can be loosely translated as backward.

8.15pm.

Drove down once more to pick up Nikki. Poor thing, she's always the one that gets left behind...and who's fault is it? Lousy Noob Cheeken Weng. Then it was off to Taste Walking.



Nikki's lamb shoulder and Hong Yin's half-eaten sirloin..i don't like lamb.

The food was excellent. As always. Sherry all around...it was nice seeing Dan's face go red right after two sips...




And then, came the cake. Don't even get me started...just picture a river of chocolate oozing out of a warm moist mountain atop a bed of raspberry ice-cream.


Ok...maaybee it was more like a hillock...but the river still runs.

10.00pm.

Next stop: Luna Bar. It was a Tuesday...we could not NOT go...see? The weather forcast that night was light and breezy...cool winds from the West. Nice people. Our attempts to get free drinks this time other than the complementary ones were not as successful as the last time, although Hong Yin DID get a free Long Island because it was her bday...so in a way, that doesn't count.




Free drinks are always good drinks.


Hong Yin and her Flaming Lamborghini...why Lamborghini?
Verdict..? "Some serious strong mucous-y shit.."


We all love mirrors!

8 February.
12.30am.

We got tired of Luna and went on to Hartamas Uncle Don's because the birthday girl requested for "Shheeeshaaa!! I want Shhheeeeeshaaaaaa!!".



Why la do people look emo when they are shisha-ing? The only clean one that night was Nikki..good girl! but we'll break your resolve one day...*cue evil laughter*



I agree with you Nikki. It's an AWFUL habit...tsktsk...

3.30am.

The mahjong session began...since now, it's just down to the 3 of us. Seriously, girls rock.




If you win, they drink. If you pong, they drink. If you chi, they drink. If you kong, they drink.
They just drink.

7.ooam.

Much needed sleep.

11.ooam.

It's amazing what 4 hours of sleep does to you. We emo-emo-ed together. Then it was off to shopping. Clothes shopping. Once again, with lots of mirrors. And dresses. And skirts. And tops. And dresses...

unfortunately, my camera died on me.


We all had on cute little colourful dresses...the mirror wasn't big enough...darn it.

I know...i'm completely in LOVE with it too.

All said and done...that night was AWESOME. ok. AWESOME!!

Happy 20th Birthday, Hong Yin!!! We didn't mean to make you cry...but i'm glad you loved the present...at least, i hope you loved it.

And Dan's leaving tomorrow! Oh shit! everyone's going!!! Till we meet again 9 months down the road, Danny boy!

The abundance of photos is for the benefit of the people who couldn't make it...we decided we just wanted to make you guys feel bad. note: literally, guys. *cue evil laughter again*

My dad thinks he's funny.

Okok...he IS funny...sometimes...ok, maybe most of the times. ok. if you could hear me now, pretend that you're hearing me say that in a very half-hearted, grudgingly kinda way.

msn excerpt:
God shall score.
the way you talk about your dad, it paints a super funny picture of him
susu-atari
hahahaha
what do you mean?
God shall score.
not only what you said just now, but also the part on your blog where you said he doesn't let you go out
susu-atari
oh
hahahaha
ok
God shall score.
My perception of him now is he is some really big, loud voiced man who likes to roar.

ok. let's clear some things up. my dad DOES roar. he does...i'm serious. he roars. but that's just basically all that he does. he just roars...then goes to sleep. or gets a can of beer out of the fridge. or goes to play golf. yea. that's about it. talking to him sometimes makes me wonder...about nothing in particular..it just makes me wonder.

On the eve of CNY:
Pa: Tomorrow your mom wants to go to Auntie Poon's house to visit.
Me: But tomorrow is chor yat...i thought we normally go to Po-po's house??
Pa: Your mom said edi. Cannot change wan...
Me: ??
Pa: You see right, your mom is like Hitler. What she says, we must follow. No questions asked.
Pa: Or else ar, we'll get the death sentence.
Pa: She'll send us to detention camp.
Me: Concentration camp la.
Pa: Oh..yaya..that's what i said la. Concentration.
Me: laughs all the way to Seremban.

And then recently a friend of his came back from the great US of A and my dad got him to buy one of those Livestrong bands...which we tried to tell him that it could be bought in Malaysia as well but no...he said...I WANT THE ONE FROM AMERICA.

sheesh...sucker for status.

anyway, 2 days into his proud little yellow band, he comes up to me and says:

Pa: Eh girl, nice anot my band?
Me: *grunts*...go away...i'm watching tv.
Pa: Eh, see la! Nice anot?
...
Pa: Eh, if i wear this right, does it make me look like GAY??
Me: Yaya...damn gay.
Me: Eh!! I'm watching tv lar!!!
...
Pa: Very gay izzit?
Pa: Sits in front of the tv and starts to ponder...

ALRIGHT!! I just checked. He's still wearing it folks!! i guess gay is not an issue for him.

Aaahhh...well...i think that's one thing i'll miss when i'm back in Sydney...my dad's twisted sense of humour...sigh...i think i know where i got mine from.

It's all in the genes, yo.

I'm a Daddy's Girl!!

I don't even know where to start...

Once again, i've stumbled across another valuable gem. I don't claim to be original because in this day and age in which we live in, Originality is Dead. Anyway...i got this off Karen's...just 4 words...insignificant by itself but when strung together...it proclaims what i've always been stubborn enough to overlook...or rather, deny.

What Ifs don't work.

As much as we'd all like it to. It doesn't.

By saying What-If, we'd only be dogged by false hope...no matter how little or small it may be, false hope is still false...and that's one thing that i hate the most: feeling happy and elated one moment .. and *insert fave negative feeling here* the next.

Because it's false.

so what do we do? we move on..or rather..initially, we try to move on...but it's those wretched little false hopes that keep holding us back. they're vicious and cunning and will never let us go.

then one day, we realise that we've just spent one too many nights thinking about the issue at hand...calling up friends and moaning to them about the issue at hand...tried too many ways to solve the issue at hand...disillusioned ourselves by thinking that we've finally conquered the issue at hand (but in fact, we've not *winkwink* it's the damned false hopes all over).

and then we go, AH SCREW IT. quit all this What-if What-if shit. If it was meant to happen, it'd already have happened. Since those damned false hopes are still hanging around, it will only mean one thing...BUMMER FOR YOU. you're still stuck in the mud.

and then suddenly, we sit back and take a deep breath...clarity returns to the mind...i mean, seriously, all these false hopes? they sit in there, brooding, waiting, ready to pounce on you once they sense a moment of weakness in the psyche, they GATHER DUST. they cloud your mind and your judgement, which can only explain why you were such a mental-wreck to begin with.

so with that final AH SCREW IT, we dispel all that was lodged in the brain. it's like a total mind overhaul, yo. it's G.O.N.E.

so...don't say What-If. and don't say I Do.

it's like their calling-card. they WILL creep back if you utter those little-little words.

. . .

i kinda have a feeling that i've digressed ever so slightly from the topic at hand...or at least from what i initially wanted to say...but ahh..flush it. i'm 19-going-on-20 and i'm 5'5". i'm a soon-to-be marine biologist. i may have a squarer-than-average face and a wonky tooth sticking out on the right. but i'm adamant. i will live.

This is not a declaration.

I lost my Heart in Elaine's house...!! Waahh!!!

Now my bracelet looks..incomplete.





I haven't met SehWen for ages!! it's really funny how I end up having to clean you up on the first night that we meet...but all's good and we'll definitely go another round, will we not?





I've known you since we were 7. I can still remember the first few sentences uttered between us.

Abby: Eh girl, what's your name?
Me: Oh..err..Melanie.
Abby: I'm Tabitha...you can call me Abby.
Abby: Eh, you like that Indian girl anot??
Me: Huh??
Abby: Ya, I don't like her too.

And then we proceeded to turn her days in SRKJB (1) a living hell...climbing trees, playing Power Rangers, forming little clubs, being bossy little prefects, climbing out on to my porch roof, playing with my terrrapins.



And Elaine always gets lucky...for no apparent reason. I think it's her pheromones. I don't know. I'm not too sure.





Andy tried to run away...hahahaha..and he called me a Devil. But heck, 20 years of friendship made you stay back right?



Thanks PohLeng for cleaning up and so much more!! Evidence of last night? all gone.



Apparently while i was sleeping, the girls decided to put up an impromptu rap session...which i don't remember at all. Darn it. i always miss out on stuff like these.

Say Hennessy&Coke or Vodka&RedBull (??) and i'll throw up in front of you. I swear by all the Gods in the Greek Pantheon...i'm not gonna drink...for at least 2 weeks.

Sigh...you'd think that for all the million billion gazillion brain cells that are currently residing in my head, at least one would've alerted me about the perils of drinking AND having a phone near you.

Therefore i'm saying now...so sorry for keeping you awake about the 'Yale-key at the bottom, turn to lock on top'...all the 'I don't know what to do's...and a whole heap of other things. i can't bear to think about it...i'm literally shrivelling inside with embarassment and humiliation. But i promise you, no more nonsense from now on. something went *ping* inside...so yes.

Ah well..all's said and done. it was a good GOOD night indeed.

This is a revelation.

Lessons in life.

It hurts when you're riding on a high and suddenly, you lose all.


It is even more painful when you're riding on a high and suddenly, you lose all to ...



Yihaur...


Suddenly i want my 15ringgit back.


errrgghhh...


Moral of the story: Quit while you're winning.

I Like Having Pictures In My Blog.

CNY-gathering of the ExBounders in MidValley...tell me...where else is there to go?????








Seu Foong is turning 17 and yet he has a moustache!!! KENG!!




Justin Ever-Ready.




Gosh darnit...cheeken rice and crackers shiitake mushroom. Someone'd better go build a new shopping complex.