Entries for September, 2005
September 1st, 2005
woohoo POSTED AT 11:17 AM My cuzzie, Pei Loon, was just baptised yesterday! Kewlness. Cacat fella didn't tell me earlier... told me only AFTER! Bleeeehhhhhh... Oh, and Raymond pandi... I wanna kick you... I can't comment anymore! *makes angry growly face* And that dumb BK... no soft drinks! All the machines spoilt! Geramnya... Wasted a few hours yesterday because of that. And I'm still wondering what's for lunch. Heh. Reading: Moral notes Listening to: This will be (and everlasting love) - Parent Trap Feeling: hungwee talk to me!
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September 2nd, 2005
sien POSTED AT 03:50 PM I'm bored... inspire me. Currently typing sideways with one hand because I decided to use my table to study after all and the only way to actually have enough space is to move my keyboard. It's currently leaning on the CPU thing. Hard to type lah. Maybe a bath would increase study fervour... what you think? I'm hot anyways... Listening to: juz stopped the player... |
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September 3rd, 2005
A question... POSTED AT 12:14 AM in thoughts I hate "why" questions. There are times when there are no answers. There are times when they lead to more "why's" without end. Okay, so the question this time was, "Why are you serving? Are you doing it just because you can (are capable, have the talents... etc. etc.)? Because you have to? Because you like to?" No, it wasn't directed at me - Aunty Esther brought it up as an illustration in the cell - but it's something I've asked a lot before. Why? Why did you serve in
the youth worship team? Because you can sing? Because you like to sing?
Because you just want to? Because you are allowed to? Because they had
no one else? Why do you act? Why are you joining the drama team? Because you can? Because you like acting? Because you just want to? Because you're seeking the stage? Because you're searching for acceptance the only way you know how? Sometimes it boils down to an even harder question. Why do you go to church? Is it therapy for you? Habit? Accepted norm? Do you turn up regularly at Sunday services and Friday cells and Saturday youth meets to meet God, or just because it's what you always do? Church has somehow stopped being even vaguely therapeutic. There was a time when every time I stepped into church, I was excited. Sure, I would have my down times, but it seemed comforting somehow, familiar somehow, and very right. Lately, church has been a contention between running and hiding. Not much of a choice, eh? I could always run - it's easy enough. Quick timing, slipping off into anonymity. Nothing to it; it's almost second nature. Yet I find myself hiding more often. A little step to the side, a quiet smile, there - and yet not. When you stop and meet someone later, someone you've passed by many times, all they can say is, "yeah, you look familiar." Which, I suppose is better than, "are you new?" And the church bustles by while a little girl stares with forlorn eyes, wishing to be noticed. Yeah, right. I'll stop being melodramatic. I guess it
started sometime in college. You know, that magical age where you're
not quite a youth, but you're not quite an adult, and no one knows
where you fit in. You stick out in the youth group because half the
friends your age are somewhere around the world, studying in Uni, but
you don't join the "adult stuff" because all you notice are the old
uncles and aunties who will still ask you awkward questions. (Awkward
to you, not to them.) A change somehow happened, and you didn't know
how to deal with it. And then you end up in a new church a few states
away, and find that the problem hasn't just followed you there - it's
become worse. It all boils down to that basic 'why'. Why do you go to church? I would love to say "to meet God," but I can always meet God in my own room, and yet I don't. I'm tempted to say "to fellowship with other Christians" but that doesn't ring true because I don't spend much time trying to fellowship. I run and/or hide. I could always say "I'm forced to" though I have no idea how anyone is forcing me to do anything when they're not here. The best I can reasonably come up with is "I'm compelled by impulse" which is probably the same as saying "I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" I made a decision, a commitment, some time ago. Sometimes I still wonder if it was the right thing to do. I made a choice I didn't have to make by coming here, to this church. I thought it was God. I'm not so sure now. And yet maybe it is. Maybe it's time to stop running and start settling the issues. It's just so overwhelming I don't know how to start. |
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September 3rd, 2005
-blank- POSTED AT 10:45 AM YOU but who ARE You? . . ...feared the love reaction just like you said I would... |
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September 3rd, 2005
ignore me POSTED AT 03:18 PM Sorry. You know those funny bouts of irrationality that come late at night when you're tired? Yeah, that was one of those. Maybe I'm just restless from trying to study when I don't want to. Maybe I'm just feeling a tad lonely. Maybe I've just been running so long that it feels weird to come to a fullstop. Maybe I just haven't been seeking the Giver for such a long time I've forgotten what He really looks like. Or maybe it's just a side of me you've never seen. I'd just call it a difficult phase in a precarious relationship that's going to work out just fine. Because you know, and I know, whose hands it's in. Let's leave it at that, and don't forget to "spend" me lunch / dinner sometime soon. Lols. |
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September 3rd, 2005
listened to... POSTED AT 11:35 PM
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September 5th, 2005
settled. POSTED AT 01:22 AM in thoughts I found this at bittersweetlife. I like the way he says this:
It captures what I've been trying to say, though in my muddled way I confuzzle it with my normal issues with friendships and people. Mum was saying to make firm anchors and not revisit them anymore. I know that. I've done that. But you know, sometimes when your grasping at intangible ideas, latent doubts seep out as well. Even when you've decided otherwise. Let's move on. |
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September 5th, 2005
cars POSTED AT 06:15 PM Things you (and I) never knew about my car: 1. It's been in an accident, prior to me using it. What to do. 2nd hand car. 2. It's been through a flood. The petrol tank is rusty and has water residues in it. 3. It's an automatic, and yet it can stall. When my car died, instant reactions were, "ha, auto car also can die?" 4. It stalls because of the water and a clogged petrol filter. 5. My model uses plastic headlamps. Which were replaced after aforesaid accident, and are now fading to yellow. 6. It needs a wash. Who wants to volunteer? 7. The left back passenger door doesn't auto lock. It's manual. It's now in car hospital for check-up so that it will stop dying, at least temporarily. Should be back later today or tomorrow.
Listening to: mamula moon. Hahahaha |
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September 6th, 2005
side note... POSTED AT 02:32 PM I went to Carrefour for lunch. Parked next to this red kelisa. Was walking off when I saw heads move in the kelisa. So I thought, "ah, either just parked or going to leave." Finished lunch, had a mcTwist, entered car... and realised that the two heads were still in the red kelisa. That Indian couple must've had a lot of serious stuff to talk about... |
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September 7th, 2005
still there POSTED AT 10:40 AM "It's still there," she would say and smile. *** Unrelated to the above, he reminds me of Aunty Rita (Dutrieux). Some of the things they say, some of the things they point out. The way they're serious about something people always say is all about "fun". Yes, it's about fun, but beyond the fun comes work first. Get it down pat, then have a blast. Funny how hobbies take just as much hard work and discipline as other things, but you don't realise it as much. Talking about discipline... Sigh. Which is why I don't work with spontaneity. It freaks me out. The only spontaneous things I normally find myself doing is buying that extra pack of biscuits / chocolates I don't need just because. Or ice-cream. You can't stop ice-cream urges. Now, if only Shawn would just stop laughing... Reading: BIM textbook Listening to: beautiful you - Bebo Norman |
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September 7th, 2005
importance of words POSTED AT 05:50 PM in thoughts
When all people concerned communicate perfectly in some common language, semantics remains a key issue. For example, English dictionaries define: White = pale = dim = obscure = dark = black. The communication chain involved in IS projects is often long and complex. Users may ask for a white system only for developers to provide a black one.
And people ask why I don't speak Chinese. Heh. Found this little gem of a paragraph in one of the articles at the back of my text. (See, I finished reading my text, and the paper is only next week! Hahah) Okay, so what does it mean? Basically, in the text it's saying that communication is important to project development lah because with poor communication the project will be delayed, doesn't meet objectives or user requirements, etc. etc. but, being me, I couldn't help but think of it in a writing kind of way. Getting that one word just right is about as important as getting the whole structure of the story or the plot of the story. Always wondered why lit students could quarrel and pick over the use of one certain word instead of another. I mean, means the same thing, right? Not really, not always, I guess not. It's like theologists also quarrel over the exact hebrew/greek/aramaic word that was originally used in the Bible texts that gives different shades of meaning and understanding to God's word. I really should stop using generalised words and get that meaning down pat. I don't need white = black situations. Listening to: corpse bride soundtrack |
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September 8th, 2005
weird POSTED AT 11:21 AM I've just realised that I'm weird. Plenty weird. You know most people stop blogging during exams. You get weeks and months of blog silence. I think my posts double during exams. Possible factors? Yuin says stress-release. Maybe. I think maybe some form of boredom control. Escapism, that sort of thing. Or maybe it's the way that you get a little more stimulated when you actually start using your brains. Because I feel like Willy-ing. But I shouldn't. Maybe after my moral paper on Saturday. Studying increases randomness, can you tell? Randomness and restlessness. I should be doing something other than blogging right now. Haha. Pastor asked why I blog. Hmmm... I guess it's habit, but more than that. It's therapy. It's escapism, and it's writing practice. Though I don't see how it really helps my writing skills. Haha. It's also entertainment. Maybe I should start putting writing excerpts up, just for the heck of it. Listening to: It's no secret (what God can do) - elvis presley |
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September 8th, 2005
whataday! POSTED AT 08:24 PM I feel quite unproductive today. Just been reading through tutorials. Figured I'll do mindmaps and stuff tomorrow. So let's start the klutzy story now, while I still feel like telling it. I went down to the study room around 2 to attempt studying there because I was feeling very lazy in my room. Didn't quite work. Managed to get some stuff covered, but was kind of restless. So at nearly five, I figured why not just go back to my room, have a nice hot blackcurrant peach tea and continue there? Made the tea, pottered around the room, checked some e-mail, drank some tea, opened my file, rearranged some notes and knocked my half cup of tea over. Yeesh. I blame it on my sister, for the lack of a scapegoat. Why? Because it's... it's a Deborah incident. Haha. I just had dinner. And I think I'm still hungry. Gah. |
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September 9th, 2005
missing... POSTED AT 01:49 AM as a favorite post I have a very IMPORTANT question... who borrowed my rockapella Christmas???? As far as I can tell, CDs: 1. rockapella Christmas - missing. Is it with Rowen? Books: 1. Maya (Jostein Gaarder) - Sharon Dang. I hope nothing else is missing somewhere. Don't be "best
friends" and steal my stuff, ks! If you have any of my stuff, tell me!
If I have any of yours, tell me! I need to start recording all of
this... so I won't forget... I know I still have 6 books from Alissa Rode - wrinkle in time, one pratchett and 4 ursula leguin. Wai Yee, I passed your Az Samad to Pei Ling. I think she lent it to Manfred or something. You better go chase for it... because Manfred borrowed Trixie's Juwita for almost a year before. I pity Jong Chern and all his "stolen" books. |
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September 10th, 2005
yeah! POSTED AT 04:33 PM One very stupid paper down... and TWO more to go. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala... |
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September 11th, 2005
being POSTED AT 11:37 PM This morning at church, there was a baby dedication. The name Isaac, for some reason, brought up many thoughts. Isaac, laughter. I somehow recalled a sermon (can't remember by who - am too lazy to look for my notes) about the way of Isaac. You know the phrase "the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob"? Well - Abraham's faith was counted to him as righteousness, and Jacob wrestled with God. What did Isaac do? Isaac merely was. He received. Which brought to mind Wai Nyan's latest post, and one of my poems that I scribbled not too long ago. It also brought to mind Taoism, which I as studying for moral on Saturday. (Konsep jalan dalam Tao - menyatukan diri dengan alam semesta, tidak membuat apa-apa --> in a way, just being). There's a strange wistfulness about just being that kind of haunts. For all it seems like just existing, it's awfully hard to do. That would probably be because we're always taught to strive for the best - work hard, do well, achieve something. It's like you need to do. Studying moral, I'm now thinking of marriage in a very Jedi way - "Do or do not. There is no try." But anyways, I'm a little derailed right now by the thought of supper. I'm hungry. So I'll get back to the being and the other thoughts (if I still remember them) later. |
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September 12th, 2005
*whoa* POSTED AT 12:11 PM Whoa, in a full-stop way. Not a revelation way. I'm gonna try to be a good girl by switching off my comp. If you see me here before 10pm, you're allowed to whack me the next time I see you (but I'll whack you back. Haha) If by any chance I happen to be online after midnight, you get to whack me again (and I'll still whack you back. Heh.) Yeah. Next paper's tomorrow morning. I'll be studying hard (konon) and sleeping early (no biggie). Toodles. |
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September 12th, 2005
to be POSTED AT 11:35 PM in thoughts As I'll remind you, I said before 10 pm, and after midnight... so here I am at 10.50pm scribbling some thoughts. Haha. I shall finish quickly and go to sleep (and not bore you, I promise). As softlycryingrain commented about to be, I did in effect start one poem and end with another. Rather, I started with one idea, and ended with another, causing that discontinuity. If I were to redo it, I'd slash it down to these two stanzas: You'd be standing at the altar You're more than who I thought you were Life always seems to be in a state of doing. In writing, you're reminded to show, not tell, and you end up having your character doing things. Even when you pause the poor fella a while to think, you'd think of little characterisations like say, the wrinkling of the nose or the scratching of his forehead. Perpetual motion. Doing things. Like Tammy at the bus stop, we're obsessed with doing our jobs, getting on with our daily lives. We've changed our faces, changed our names. And then someone comes along and says, "hey, that's not really who you are. I know you." Then we stop short, jaws hanging, and start freaking out. We start immediate disassociation, but it never really works. How can it? You've spent half your life (more or less) trying to be someone else (or just somehow slipping into the role) and here comes someone who tells you that you're a fake. To your face. And you know it. Because you've never really liked who you'd became and keeping it up seems to take more and more effort each day, even if you don't admit it. There's a haunting wistfulness about just being. It's one of those things that sounds so disarmingly simple, and yet seem so terribly hard to do. It takes the peeling away of layers of funny beliefs, wrong beliefs, disbeliefs and unbeliefs. It takes the paring down of your weltanshaaung until you get to the core and you find that all you thought you knew about yourself was wrong anyway. Then you find out that no matter what you've done, what you are doing or what you will do actually really matters. And what you think doesn't really make a difference either. Kenny has this weird little saying on his blog title.
So in the end, all that really matters is that He IS, and because of that, we can be. Jesus calls Tammy's name at the end of the skit and reminds her who she really is. While she's still shell-shocked, he blasts her with another stunner - those serious sounding, unbelievable yet so meaningful words - I love you. Because it all rests on His love. |
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September 13th, 2005
short POSTED AT 02:55 PM The paper was okay. Lols. And creative license allows for fiction (fake) to depict reality (truth). You need to get the feel, not just the exact words. I'm just not good at telling you what I actually mean behind my poems. I have a grasp of the feeling. I just don't know how to convey it to you. |
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September 14th, 2005
piggy wiggy POSTED AT 02:18 PM I kidnapped Trixie's piggy yesterday.
I wonder what ransom I should ask for. Muahahahahahahaha... The little tail tinkles. Like tinkerbell. Haha. *** "It's okay." "Is it really?" she sighed. "It wasn't enough. Not good enough - never good enough." He glanced at her with a bemused look. "No one was rating you." "Well... well I was." There was that impatient twitching of the shoulders again. Warm hands on her shoulders. Warm tears on his hands. "Okay, I'll shut up now," and she smiled. "It's okay. You know I'll wait." |
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September 14th, 2005
because I'm bored... POSTED AT 04:31 PM Edrian's guit favours bassy lines. Jong Chern's tends towards the higher strings sometimes. Hon Yau's is a little more flowery? But I've only heard him play once. Okay, let's try a little more concentration now. I think I'll need to BK soon. -- audit in 5 days -- |
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September 15th, 2005
yums POSTED AT 05:55 PM We had a peach party yesterday. After Trixie's exam, we took a trip to Carrefour to buy supplies. Mainly, she wanted Chrysanthemum tea, and I wanted to replenish my breakfast / snack supply. And then, I saw it. Big fat cans of peach halves in syrup. *cravings cravings cravings* So, I casually said, "Do you eat peaches?" She said yes, so we came up with this craving-brained scheme of buying ice at the mamak, and having iced peach halves with sprite. It was luverly. Yummily luverly. Hm. She left the Sprite in my room. Let's go buy more ice. Haha. Other than that, I've been trying to give Manfred a crash course on Accounts. Apparently it didn't quite work. Sigh. *gah, slash slash slash* 4 days.  You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy at times but friendly, and you are never weak and always independent. You are incredibly intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a talent for many things (sports, music, art). You have a kind and warm personality and enjoy the simple things. Like hanging out with friends and watching movies at home. But you're sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an outcast and a mystery to people. No matter how pretty you are or smart or athletic, you just can't seem to break into the crowd and be noticed. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing and speak out when you have more to say. Don't hide behind your books and sports and computer, get out there and get noticed. You also have deep desires in life and feel vunerable and alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What helps me to express feelings and dreams that I can't say to people, is through my writting. Maybe you should try. What kind of girl are you? (with pix!) brought to you by Quizilla |
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September 17th, 2005
ah, bliss POSTED AT 12:09 AM I BK-ed today. 5 cups of sugar (woohoo) followed by tomyam at TBR. Yummers. And then in cg, there was more food! Haha. Well, after CG anyways. There was pizza (hawaiian and beef pepperoni... my faves!), and apple cake (yuuuummmm) and grapes. Also some yam thing (yeck). Aaaahhh. And a pre-b'day celebration for Unc John Ding and me. Lol. How sweet. Food. Yum. Trixie and I agreed though, that I do not have "western" tastes (don't like mayo, burgers, mustard) and yet I don't have "oriental" tastes (eww to yams and onions, curry mee, laksa). So, what to do? I'm just fussy. Heh. I wanna eat Unc Geoff's apple crumble + ice-cream!!!! And his sweet meats... hahaha... I wish it were Christmas! Lalalalalalalala... Listening to: do you insult me waltz - az samad Feeling: full; saturated; satiated |
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September 17th, 2005
stuffy POSTED AT 05:49 PM I've been waking up the past few days with a slightly stuffy nose
and a very dry mouth. I think I've been breathing through my mouth in
my sleep. Hope I don't snore. Haha. But this is fairly normal. I think.
Usually after I get up and wash up and everything, it's fine. (Blame it
on my dad and bro's sinus problems, yeah?) What's abnormal is now. I was fine in the morning, and then I went out for lunch. I had pan mee (dry) and the usual teh-o-ais. And when I came back, the stuffy nose returned, along with itchy ears. This is an indication of either: a) I'm really getting sick, or b) I'm somehow allergic to pan mee now. Or tea. Ish. Ingredients: minced meat, ikan bilis, fungus things (donated to Trixie), eu-chang (left at the side of the bowl), dunno-what-vege (ate 70%), black soya sauce and minced chili mix. Tea & sugar. No... Please! I won't have anything to eat in KL anymore... Not that I actually care, but. Sigh. I had a Loradyn (eeks, need to get new supply: only 1 tablet left now!) which gave me a 20 minute nap on my text (haha) and cleared nose and itch for about an hour or so. I'm sniffing again now. *sniffle sniffle* I'm not crying.
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September 18th, 2005
tomorrow POSTED AT 05:52 PM Last paper tomorrow morning, followed by Midvalley and MPH, hopefully a movie and dinner. Yay. Alexis: For some reason, it was very *empty* last night. It's usually very crowded, but supposedly lah, not many people enjoy instrumental stuff. Music: Jazz - Michael Veerapan, Lewis Pragasam, Andy Peterson and I forgot (Bruce? something). Haha. Persons: Edrian, Lydia, Elaine, Ernest, Janice, Brian and friend, Jong Chern and 2 friends. Met Martin and *uh - oops - i forgot her name* I didn't bring my camera, and this is the only pic I could find online.
Michael Veerapan. Rumoured to be my grandfather's cousin's son. Haha. |
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September 19th, 2005
YES! POSTED AT 12:39 PM I figured, either I've reached the level of my mediocrity... or I have exam phobias. Haha. Either way, I think I'll pass. It's OVER!! *dance dance* *bounce bounce* lalalalalalalalallalalalalala... tee hee. I foresee MPH and dinner and charlie? Lol. *crosses fingers* |
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September 20th, 2005
POSTED AT 12:25 AM The exam ended and I waltzed off happily back to my room, posted a bouncy little post, and met Jo online. Had lunch with her and Hamster at this cool place in JGK - just found it today. Nice. Finally did my bankdraft and "secured" my room for the next sem. The manager guy was like super friendly... haha. "finished exams?" "so happy" "do you think you deserve a good holiday?" Dunno what la he was talking about.. just answer only lah... thinking about dinner. (thinking of dinner right after lunch? Haha) So then it was off to Midvalley!
Set off on the LRT with Jo, headed for KL Sentral, got stopped midway
by Rowen calling and ended up getting off at KLCC. He drove us in some
confused way to Midvalley. I don't remember how. I know we passed by
near Pudu. And so got there, went to check out movie tickets - Charlie
was on at 6.30 and 9. So... walked off to settle Jo at Starbucks. After
sitting a while, I went to wander off... and finally ended up at.....
*tang tang tang* MPH. Haha. Rowen called and said Jo wasn't feeling
well, so he'd just fetch her home and not come back. Yeah, so we had dinner.
This is the erm... almost-group pic. Left to right: Edrian, Yuin-Y, Pauline, Siew Theen, Steven and Wai Nyan. Cameraman: Jong Chern.
This would be Steven (cousin), Wai Nyan (SIB) and Jong Chern (MGC).
And this would be Yuin, Pauline and Siew Theen (TARC) and uh... Steven again.
My luverly cheese baked rice with chicken chop! Yum yum yum yum.
Edrian's spare ribs - before and after.
The smile of a satisfied customer and his spare rib. The smile of a satisfied customer with his friend's spare spare rib. We adjourned to Secret Recipe after that, where I had a scrumptious piece of blueberry cheese cake, along with *embarassing* (ok lah... not out of tune, but aiyooooohhh... so public laaaah) singing and candles. You'll have to wait for Edrian's pix for that. |
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Which was
really sad. *sniffle sniffle*
Attacking the food... French toast in the middle! *gets hungry again*
September 20th, 2005
hmm POSTED AT 11:01 AM Another silverfish deadline up. 31 March 2006. *drums fingers on table* --- My bus leaves at 1.30pm tomorrow. SEE YOU IN FOOD PARADISE! Listening to: shadow of the cross - josh yeoh |
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September 21st, 2005
compliments POSTED AT 12:43 AM I still haven't found the knack of complimenting some one to their face. It's difficult. Every time I try, I feel like I'm sounding so insincere. And when people compliment me, I never know what to say. Thanks? Uh... It just feels weird. She has something I'm still struggling to find. The focus.
It seems like she can switch it on and off like a light bulb *snap*
Maybe it's a finger-tip thing. It's like she's taken the whole play and
wrapped it round her little finger. I figure, it's either natural, or
she's worked at it so hard that already part of her. And she's pliable.
Do you call it that? She has that spontaneity I can't get. That quick
backlash of words, like she always knows the right thing to say at the
right time, and it comes out funny. I sometimes feel like a stick. Haha. It's called brainfreeze. Maybe I should cut down on the sugar. They say it corrodes your brains? And maybe I shouldn't be so lazy either. (Like only revising the script at dinner before practice) On the other hand, atmosphere affects you. Consider this:
written in church on Sunday morning, and this:
written in alexis on Saturday night. Different settings, different atmosphere and lightings, totally different thoughts. All within 24 hours. You just need to right frame of mind. I want to dance. Someone teach me to dance? Haha. |
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September 21st, 2005
weird library... POSTED AT 10:27 AM I woke at 8.30am today. *woah* I must be excited! Haha. So I executed my postponed plan of visiting the library. You
know, I just don't understand the library system. Nothing is ever in
the same place twice. I don't get it! I was VERY sure that Ludlum was
in this rack, see... so I went there, to be faced by totally
never-before-seen books. (eh, media writing? I went to wrong level ka?
No wor...) Okay, so I figured maybe they got a new batch of books and decided to rearrange it or something - but it doesn't make sense! I carefully, very slowly, went through the shelves and found Bourne Identity again, but couldn't find Supremacy. I found The Janson Directive two selves away though. With a different index number. Can't they put books by the same author in the same row? ISH. It's not like the row is even full! *rolls eyes* And I saw like, book 2 of one of Robin Hobb's 5-book series. ONLY book two!! I also saw things like book 3 or book 4 of some other series (all this is very clearly noted on the spine of the book, AND the cover) and nothing else. I thought maybe someone else had borrowed it... but when I checked the library infoweb, it confirms that only those books are in the library stock. Ish. I don't get it. Can't they buy the whole series? I mean, logically right... if you think people will read that book, you buy book one, then book two... and so on... doesn't need to be all at one time... but in sequence la! Rather than suddenly... book 2 on the shelf. Oh wells. Gotta go finish packing. |
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September 21st, 2005
home! POSTED AT 11:06 PM i'm hooooommmeeee Heh. First dinners are the best, aye?
With mummy's roasted tomyam chicken, shanghaichai soup and steamed fish
with kiam chai. *slurp* No need to think about dinner for 1/2 an hour
and still finally decide on nothing special. Haha. And looking forward to my hokkien mee tomorrow. *cravings* haha. Now I better leave and let my bro sleep. Besides, his room is freezing cold. *shivers* |
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September 22nd, 2005
i was right.. POSTED AT 04:17 PM I mentioned to Trixie some time ago that I might have lost weight because all my jeans felt loose. I wasn't sure, because I thought maybe my jeans had stretched with combined use of washer & dryer. The scale does not lie. I am now 47.5 kg, having lost some 2.5 kg. (I discovered khakis + belt = 0.5kg or less) Now, I feel severely underweight. Oh well, that's what food paradise is for, no? To pig out and gain a few pounds. Haha. I'm hungry. |
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September 23rd, 2005
The Janson Directive by Robert Ludlum POSTED AT 02:27 PM in book review I'd gotten approximately to the middle of the book when I started to get a little irritated. Why is this sounding so like The Bourne Identity? Well, what do you expect? Same writer, same genre, similar premise. You can't run very far from sounding the same then. Paul Janson, ex-agent. Known as 'the machine' - the killing machine, that is. Can't stomach indiscriminate killing though. Physically tops, never seems to be able to die. Ludlum creates supermen. Maybe that's why we love 'em. So with a sympathetic mission gone awry and his ex-bosses trying to take him out, Janson's on the run, trying to figure out what's going on. Along the way, he collects a beautiful sharpshooter girl to back him up (after having subverted her from Cons Ops) and what do you know? They end up in the sack. Ish. That was one part of the book (it was only two pages at most) which really didn't contribute any to the storyline, and could have been left out beautifully. Trust a guy writer to think it will spice up his book. *rolls eyes* Like I said I was getting a little bored until Ludlum does this neat little twist and I'm left thinking now this is really messed up! Satisfying read. Lots of manipulations. Leaves you confused for a while when you're drifting off to sleep. This book took all of two late nights and one midmorning. Ludlum delivers. Heh. |
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September 23rd, 2005
engineered POSTED AT 11:32 PM Haggai 2:18 - 19 (King James Version) Consider now from
this day and upward, from the four and twentieth day of the ninth
month, even from the day that the foundation of the Lord's temple was
laid, consider it. So maybe newer translations say it differently. *shrug* I still like it. Haha. Did you engineer this because you knew I'd find it interesting?
--- She yawned. He smiled indulgently. "What?" she asked, realising that his gaze was fixed on her. "You're beautiful." She giggled. "Is that all?" "You're becoming who you were meant to be." "And who is that?" she asked almost mockingly, a tinge of the old confusion surfacing. "You'll see. In the meanwhile, happy adulthood." |
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September 25th, 2005
up-sy-date-sy POSTED AT 05:35 PM Unless I suddenly have a lot of things to do, you'll probably get multiple daily updates until next Sunday. Someone in Penang, hurry up and ajak me out, k? But anyway, for now...
My bro is so tall dy... (he says "of course!" Yesterday's major letdown: was watching Sepet VCD yesterday, and got right to the middle when we realised... the original VCD my mum bought, for some reason, was missing the second disc. Cis, bedebah. Yesterday's major high point: blueberry cream cheese cake. Yesterday's
major boredom: stuck in church after dinner, watching my mum chat with
my cousin on my msn, while my dad was holding a post-encounter class.
Compounded by Edrian saying they were going to Alexis. Ish. Today's high point: lunch at Nando's with Wei-Ling, and getting a new Rankin book for free! (Thanks, Wei-Ling!) Today's question: why la, when I'm only back for the hols, I must be made to "work"? Can't someone else handle the selling of Paul Ang's books?? Ish. Reading: dead souls - ian rankin Listening to: way.fm Watching: nothing. haha. |
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September 27th, 2005
long day, short entry POSTED AT 03:05 PM I'm feeling too lazy to think of how to blog yesterday in an interesting way. In short, what happened was this:
Yeah, and after that I really went to bed. To sleep. Managed to catch up with old long-unseen CF friends - Wen Ping, Clarene, Kenny, Benedict. David and Wai Yi were there too. My dad's on leave. What he doing? Playing Age of Empires downstairs on his laptop. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha... |
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September 27th, 2005
colour? POSTED AT 08:01 PM
Reading: dead souls - ian rankin Listening to: lonely nation - switchfoot |
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September 28th, 2005
shows and shopping POSTED AT 01:47 PM [edit:6.11pm] There's a body glove clearance sale at prangin. The ground floor, beneath the McD's. T-shirts for RM15 & RM20. I got the shirt I wanted at CNY at only RM25!! (orig:79.90).
Jeans / slacks for RM30 & RM40. Will be there until 9th Oct. Whoo
hoo. Bought 1 tee, 1 shirt, 1 slacks. Luverly. I think I'm all shopped
out. Funny, but I never shop in KL. [end edit] The only thing we bought yesterday was a 3-disc edition of the phantom of the opera. Which we made up for by buying a dress and 2 blouses at Gurney today. I love reject shop. Wanted to buy another kurta, but... the phantom Ish, now I wanna see the actual theatre version. Revive deux ex machina. Oh. And we were able to exchange the CD... so I'll finally know how Sepet ends. |
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September 29th, 2005
the shadow proves the sunshine POSTED AT 12:34 PM in thoughts
People look at evil and say, "so where is God? How can He be good?" But what about looking at it the other way around? The only way we can say that something is evil is because we know what is good. Like dark is the absence of light, evil is the absence of good. And how do we know what is good? Because it is written on our hearts. Imperfection can only be measured against perfection. How else will we know that we are imperfect? It implies a knowing that something else is better. It implies a basic core that knows what is good, beautiful, lovely. And we recognise that we do not have that in us inherently. And I think we recognise that with everything we do or try to do, we never reach that which we desire. When you try your best but you don't succeed You reach the goals you've set, maybe. You've done what you wanted to. And yet, it isn't what you need. You wanted the accolade, but still inside, you feel alone. You've tried and tried, but it's never enough. And will never be enough, because in that core, you're crying out for something more than humanity, with its broken promises, can give you. So where is God? How can He be good? God
is that light shining on you, making you realise that there is evil.
God is that blinding light drawing you to Him, like a moth to the
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September 29th, 2005
jots POSTED AT 10:51 PM Morning: cheese spread & sudoku. Afternoon: crystal palace *ouch* Night: 8 course dinner - yummy. steamed fish. =) Altogether not very exciting a day. Oh. Got to see Mei Ling's piccies of her trip to Sabah with Raleigh International. Nice. And got a whole stack of books and notes for papers 3.5 - 3.7 dy. Sigh. Need to start studying for AAS & BIM first though.
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Presented by Maxis One Club & KLPac.
All-new musical production of the George Bernard Shaw play. A tale
about language, class, manners and matters of the heart that is as true
today as it was at the beginning of the last century. Directed by Paul
Loosley, featuring Harith Iskander, Indi Nadarajah and Michelle Quah.
