I'm not sure how far this is true but please do take note, you wouldn't want to be caught just like that right?!
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Dear All,
SPEED LIMIT - LDP
Please note that effective today the LDP highway speed limit will be monitored by the CCTV. The speed limit is 90 kmh and if you go above that at 91 kmh, the camera will auto record and pass to police.
The few identified areas where the CCTV is monitoring are as follows:
1) on the overhead pedestrian bridge in front of Kelana Jaya LRT station, monitoring the straight stretch
2) Somewhere near Western Digital (CCTV might be on Western Digital), monitoring the straight stretch in front of the Kelana Jaya Seafood
3) On IKEA, Monitoring straight stretch in front of IKEA and 1 Utama
4) On the double overhead bridge, monitoring the stretch between the Puchong toll and the Federal Highway turnoff.
5) In the tunnel near SS2 (please note that the speed limit is 60 kmh, not 90 kmh) Please let your friends know.
Please note.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Forever (Poem)
Forever found a way to turn its back on me,
I cried knowing the fact this is all it seems,
No matter how hard I try to find a scene,
It never will fit both you and me.
It’s gruesome,
I know,
But I never stop to wonder.
My life was shattered almost in an instance.
Forever came and gone once again.
On September night,
Right after your smile fades away.
What I really meant to say,
Is that I’m sorry I ever said,
I am who I am in your eyes,
I am what I am in your sight.
What I wish I could say,
Is that I’m sorry that it comes a day,
Where forever tumble off its way,
Back in the month of May,
Where it all started in dismay.
I cried knowing the fact this is all it seems,
No matter how hard I try to find a scene,
It never will fit both you and me.
It’s gruesome,
I know,
But I never stop to wonder.
My life was shattered almost in an instance.
Forever came and gone once again.
On September night,
Right after your smile fades away.
What I really meant to say,
Is that I’m sorry I ever said,
I am who I am in your eyes,
I am what I am in your sight.
What I wish I could say,
Is that I’m sorry that it comes a day,
Where forever tumble off its way,
Back in the month of May,
Where it all started in dismay.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Forever - never will happen
I sat on my bed and wondered; what life may be like when one speaks of “forever”. I have not known “forever” in context of being in a relationship, but after knowing him and having the chance of a life time, I finally saw “forever” in his eyes. However, what I wished I could have “forever” will never come true as religion is seen to be the biggest barrier for the relationship to go on.
In the book that I was reading, about the women of China, I came across a chapter where a woman was heart broken to know that after four years of infatuating her one true love and awaiting for his arrival after a long time of separation, just came to find out that he was engaged to another in a reunion party. I was just thinking to myself, if one sees “forever” and feels “forever”, one’s hopes and dreams can be shattered “forever” when things does not work out in the future.
I feel insecure all over again tonight, just to know the fact that “forever” could only be seen in his eyes but the love that needs nurturing will somehow stop in the matter of years to come. When you once thought you will be holding and cherishing a lover so dearly to you for life, but somehow, the fact of being together “forever” will only have a slight chance of being granted.
During lunch today, I found out that I was one of the happiest woman on earth sitting in front of my love while dinning Chinese cuisine with him. Just love the way he uses his chopsticks while trying his best to pick up the vegetables from the dishes. Can I have that view “forever”? I love it when he tries so hard to speak a word of Chinese and it never fails to make me laugh my senses off, but, could I have that “forever”? Sometimes in life, what’s before you can seem to be beautiful, but what stays ugly is that to know the fact that it’s just momentarily or temporary beauty before you to admire and cherish.
I don’t want to be a victim of a life-time heartache. I wouldn’t even want the clock to tick the very next moment to tell me that it is a minute to the next hour. I don’t want time to fly when I’m with him, or have his goodbyes said to me like it meant an end to an afternoon meeting. I just want time to freeze its ticking when we are alone; just want him all to myself in a room and most of all, I want to know that he can give me “forever”.
“Forever” can be seen as a word that does not holds faithful to its meaning. When one speaks of "forever", she/he means for all future time. However, when I speak of something to be “forever”, what I really meant it to be is that it only holds memories of what will be temporal in reality but will stay ever lasting in the corner of my mind.
In the book that I was reading, about the women of China, I came across a chapter where a woman was heart broken to know that after four years of infatuating her one true love and awaiting for his arrival after a long time of separation, just came to find out that he was engaged to another in a reunion party. I was just thinking to myself, if one sees “forever” and feels “forever”, one’s hopes and dreams can be shattered “forever” when things does not work out in the future.
I feel insecure all over again tonight, just to know the fact that “forever” could only be seen in his eyes but the love that needs nurturing will somehow stop in the matter of years to come. When you once thought you will be holding and cherishing a lover so dearly to you for life, but somehow, the fact of being together “forever” will only have a slight chance of being granted.
During lunch today, I found out that I was one of the happiest woman on earth sitting in front of my love while dinning Chinese cuisine with him. Just love the way he uses his chopsticks while trying his best to pick up the vegetables from the dishes. Can I have that view “forever”? I love it when he tries so hard to speak a word of Chinese and it never fails to make me laugh my senses off, but, could I have that “forever”? Sometimes in life, what’s before you can seem to be beautiful, but what stays ugly is that to know the fact that it’s just momentarily or temporary beauty before you to admire and cherish.
I don’t want to be a victim of a life-time heartache. I wouldn’t even want the clock to tick the very next moment to tell me that it is a minute to the next hour. I don’t want time to fly when I’m with him, or have his goodbyes said to me like it meant an end to an afternoon meeting. I just want time to freeze its ticking when we are alone; just want him all to myself in a room and most of all, I want to know that he can give me “forever”.
“Forever” can be seen as a word that does not holds faithful to its meaning. When one speaks of "forever", she/he means for all future time. However, when I speak of something to be “forever”, what I really meant it to be is that it only holds memories of what will be temporal in reality but will stay ever lasting in the corner of my mind.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
I’ve been reading a book written by Xinran on the women of China and couldn’t stop thinking of how many other hidden voices are there in the world today. There are women being abused each and everyday without anyone noticing. Even though one may notice of the continuous abuse, but can one step up to report the incident? Rapes and abusive stories had been circulated through out the media everyday and nothing is done to prevent these from happening as, first of all, the government could not control the entire population in a country and secondly, no one actually dares, not even me, to step up and bravely report the incidences of abuse in the neighbourhood.
I was just flipping through the Time magazine one night and an article caught my attention all of a sudden. The article entitled ‘Fighting Feudalism’ caught my very attention. I read it through and a feeling of disgust just lingered in my heart. My heart cried out to the women in rural areas of Pakistan where, until today, believe in tribal punishment or tribal justice. I just couldn’t understand why, until today, men still uses their ‘reproductive system’ (scientifically speaking) on women in order to show their supremacy. In the days of war, rape was not seen as an activity to satisfy one’s sexual pleasures or lust, but it was a tool to show once victory over another’s land and even a way to strip off an honour of a women as well as declaring victory over the community’s enemy. Women were seen as a weak-link, as men were seen to be superior right up till today.
A little inside on how the tribal justice is done in the rural areas of Pakistan
One may say it’s disgusting or inhumane to one so fragile and vulnerable, but the fact is, these things are still going on around the world and again, they remained hidden. For instance, tragedy in a household where mother-in-laws burnt their daughter-in-laws to death because found looking or speaking to other men besides the husband in Bangladesh. Repetitive stories on rape in a household or by a close one are always circulated in newspapers. What is the world coming at today?
Back to my point, women were dehumanized in Pakistan just because an offensive act was done to another person of another household. Taking a narrative from the article, Mudassan and Mumtaz were raped because one of their family members “dishonoured” another villager. The penalty for the dishonoring caused to another villager will be that women of the offender’s family will be raped by the men of the household who were offended. I don’t see justice in this, rather, I see inhumane and uncivilized beast roaming central Pakistan. Only one woman, Mai, who was brave enough to step up to protest against the inhumane activity, others chose to remain quite because they do not want to offend the village council. Like men, women have pride and honour; and like men, women are supposed to be guarded in a country.
I was just flipping through the Time magazine one night and an article caught my attention all of a sudden. The article entitled ‘Fighting Feudalism’ caught my very attention. I read it through and a feeling of disgust just lingered in my heart. My heart cried out to the women in rural areas of Pakistan where, until today, believe in tribal punishment or tribal justice. I just couldn’t understand why, until today, men still uses their ‘reproductive system’ (scientifically speaking) on women in order to show their supremacy. In the days of war, rape was not seen as an activity to satisfy one’s sexual pleasures or lust, but it was a tool to show once victory over another’s land and even a way to strip off an honour of a women as well as declaring victory over the community’s enemy. Women were seen as a weak-link, as men were seen to be superior right up till today.
A little inside on how the tribal justice is done in the rural areas of Pakistan
One may say it’s disgusting or inhumane to one so fragile and vulnerable, but the fact is, these things are still going on around the world and again, they remained hidden. For instance, tragedy in a household where mother-in-laws burnt their daughter-in-laws to death because found looking or speaking to other men besides the husband in Bangladesh. Repetitive stories on rape in a household or by a close one are always circulated in newspapers. What is the world coming at today?
Back to my point, women were dehumanized in Pakistan just because an offensive act was done to another person of another household. Taking a narrative from the article, Mudassan and Mumtaz were raped because one of their family members “dishonoured” another villager. The penalty for the dishonoring caused to another villager will be that women of the offender’s family will be raped by the men of the household who were offended. I don’t see justice in this, rather, I see inhumane and uncivilized beast roaming central Pakistan. Only one woman, Mai, who was brave enough to step up to protest against the inhumane activity, others chose to remain quite because they do not want to offend the village council. Like men, women have pride and honour; and like men, women are supposed to be guarded in a country.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
To faithful readers of mine,
Seriously sorry for not updating my blog cause i've been busy with assignments as well as presentations. Well even though i'm not busy with these things... i'm just being plain lazy and ran out of words to say on my blog. I wish all of you the best of health and hopefully i get to write more entries in time to come.
Seriously sorry for not updating my blog cause i've been busy with assignments as well as presentations. Well even though i'm not busy with these things... i'm just being plain lazy and ran out of words to say on my blog. I wish all of you the best of health and hopefully i get to write more entries in time to come.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Civilization
From a thousand miles I heard a scream,
A scream that shaken the world from within.
The shadow rises, the sea roared with hunger,
What's happening now as life's distorted?
No one seem to be able to answer me,
Times I've spent analysing this basic theme,
Times I've spent focusing on what's worth,
Now ages seem so far away,
Civilization has its price to pay.
What's there more for us to know?
People are drowning as no one wants to float.
History has been repeating itself from the beginning,
Judgment day's here, where will they be hiding?
Pieces of wood feel into the depths of the ocean,
Sets the earth rumbling in a pathetic notion.
I saw civilization staring at non-existence,
History and civilization were just mere cousins.
Say goodbye to the day of untold tales,
Embrace the world of what seems to be real,
Live life to the fullest with no hesitation,
As you'll never know what's next that gets you going.
A scream that shaken the world from within.
The shadow rises, the sea roared with hunger,
What's happening now as life's distorted?
No one seem to be able to answer me,
Times I've spent analysing this basic theme,
Times I've spent focusing on what's worth,
Now ages seem so far away,
Civilization has its price to pay.
What's there more for us to know?
People are drowning as no one wants to float.
History has been repeating itself from the beginning,
Judgment day's here, where will they be hiding?
Pieces of wood feel into the depths of the ocean,
Sets the earth rumbling in a pathetic notion.
I saw civilization staring at non-existence,
History and civilization were just mere cousins.
Say goodbye to the day of untold tales,
Embrace the world of what seems to be real,
Live life to the fullest with no hesitation,
As you'll never know what's next that gets you going.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Freedom... the word of non-existance
What exactly is freedom? A friend of mine once told me that there is no such thing of freedom on earth. Well, what he said was pretty much sensible. Just think of being in a world with nothing to choose from; no decisions to make in the life you are living in; and no need for food and drink… now that’s what freedom is all about which is, do no choice at all. Think about it, one can never have freedom as they have no choice but to breath to live the next second of his/her life.
I feel like a fly trapped in an empty container, hoping to find a way out of this enclosed space. I don’t know when I could find an opening to fly away from this misery. All I know is that if I were to find an opening, the distance that I can fly to may not be far before I get locked up once again.
Ironic isn’t it when life knows no freedom. No freedom of choice and no freedom of speech. What you need to know is guarded, what you need to follow is always stated there in the book of rules and regulations. Whichever corner you turn to, a barrier will be there to prevent you from knowing what’s going to happen at the other side. All you know is that by the time you are granted freedom is on the day of your death itself. Well, not as certain yet of course as by then, you’ll be on your journey to either heaven or hell… *tee-hee* (of course, if these two places exist in your vocabulary, then you wouldn’t have the freedom to choose which place you will go to as God will be the judge).
I’ve been through times of perturb these days and I wouldn’t want to blame it on anybody. I wish that sometimes people could just keep a distance in the difficulties that I am facing. It is good to care, but it is entirely wrong to interfere when one does not need help in hoping to make their own decisions. Sometimes in life, even as a teenager, we need to have the given space and time to make our own decisions; mistakes and learn to mend it. I don’t see why, being a 20 year old, everything and every move made must be well thought and well taught by parents and others around me. Why can’t I be given the opportunity to learn from my own mistakes and hopefully to mature in the process? I don’t see how others’ supervision is going to take me to places but to only have me become cowardice to take my own risk in life. Advice may help once in a while, but again, the consequences that need to be encountered will be up to the person to live it through.
Think about it, a teenager afraid to drive on the road just because his or her parents think that their daughter or son will be next to contribute to the statistics of road accidents.
I wish I was given the chance to work wherever I want; travel around the globe alone on a plane; go backpacking across the country; prove to myself that I am capable of any risk and that I can learn from the mistakes I make. Am I still that young? Aren’t 20 the age of pure maturity? Isn’t it the age of risk taking and also the age of learning how to live independently on earth? It is true that a child should always be interdependent to parents, but, a child needs to grow out from his or her diapers and into the world of reality.
My mind is full of thoughts right now and I find it hard to put my troubles to rest. I guess I’ll just close my eyes and count to 10 till I doze off to sleep. All I know is that I would not want to be a fly which is caught in a container to await for my own death to make me part from the earth.
I feel like a fly trapped in an empty container, hoping to find a way out of this enclosed space. I don’t know when I could find an opening to fly away from this misery. All I know is that if I were to find an opening, the distance that I can fly to may not be far before I get locked up once again.
Ironic isn’t it when life knows no freedom. No freedom of choice and no freedom of speech. What you need to know is guarded, what you need to follow is always stated there in the book of rules and regulations. Whichever corner you turn to, a barrier will be there to prevent you from knowing what’s going to happen at the other side. All you know is that by the time you are granted freedom is on the day of your death itself. Well, not as certain yet of course as by then, you’ll be on your journey to either heaven or hell… *tee-hee* (of course, if these two places exist in your vocabulary, then you wouldn’t have the freedom to choose which place you will go to as God will be the judge).
I’ve been through times of perturb these days and I wouldn’t want to blame it on anybody. I wish that sometimes people could just keep a distance in the difficulties that I am facing. It is good to care, but it is entirely wrong to interfere when one does not need help in hoping to make their own decisions. Sometimes in life, even as a teenager, we need to have the given space and time to make our own decisions; mistakes and learn to mend it. I don’t see why, being a 20 year old, everything and every move made must be well thought and well taught by parents and others around me. Why can’t I be given the opportunity to learn from my own mistakes and hopefully to mature in the process? I don’t see how others’ supervision is going to take me to places but to only have me become cowardice to take my own risk in life. Advice may help once in a while, but again, the consequences that need to be encountered will be up to the person to live it through.
Think about it, a teenager afraid to drive on the road just because his or her parents think that their daughter or son will be next to contribute to the statistics of road accidents.
I wish I was given the chance to work wherever I want; travel around the globe alone on a plane; go backpacking across the country; prove to myself that I am capable of any risk and that I can learn from the mistakes I make. Am I still that young? Aren’t 20 the age of pure maturity? Isn’t it the age of risk taking and also the age of learning how to live independently on earth? It is true that a child should always be interdependent to parents, but, a child needs to grow out from his or her diapers and into the world of reality.
My mind is full of thoughts right now and I find it hard to put my troubles to rest. I guess I’ll just close my eyes and count to 10 till I doze off to sleep. All I know is that I would not want to be a fly which is caught in a container to await for my own death to make me part from the earth.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Anxiety Hits the Boiling Point
Our love is like an unsteady boat on an ocean,
When it rocks one of us is bound to fall over.
Like the promises you made and broken them always,
I’m sick of you breaking the promises you made.
Buy me love and tell me it is not from you,
I don’t mind as I’ve falling out of love for what is true.
I see unhappiness in the relationship we are in,
You promise me forever, but it will never stay till the end.
I figured out a speech,
It’s directed to your heart.
Don’t ask me what it means,
You know it well enough.
Look into my eyes and say that you love me,
Never once it came true nor did authenticity show its meaning.
I’m fed up with the world I’m living in.
My love for you is now constantly declining.
Through times I need you, you went to another.
Like I wouldn’t mind, but I did, you’ll never know the other.
It’s not like my broken heart meant anything to you,
It’s that girl you always think that you will never be together.
Stop this junk and say that you love her.
It’s not like I never knew the truth for that moment.
I wouldn’t cry nor scream in anxiety,
Just wish I could go on without these sufferings.
The boat we are in will always be unstable,
Who will fall off? That we shall see in an instant.
I admit defeat; you can walk away from my life now.
I wouldn’t want to see myself in front of your eyes ever.
Our love is like an unsteady boat on an ocean,
When it rocks one of us is bound to fall over.
Like the promises you made and broken them always,
I’m sick of you breaking the promises you made.
Buy me love and tell me it is not from you,
I don’t mind as I’ve falling out of love for what is true.
I see unhappiness in the relationship we are in,
You promise me forever, but it will never stay till the end.
I figured out a speech,
It’s directed to your heart.
Don’t ask me what it means,
You know it well enough.
Look into my eyes and say that you love me,
Never once it came true nor did authenticity show its meaning.
I’m fed up with the world I’m living in.
My love for you is now constantly declining.
Through times I need you, you went to another.
Like I wouldn’t mind, but I did, you’ll never know the other.
It’s not like my broken heart meant anything to you,
It’s that girl you always think that you will never be together.
Stop this junk and say that you love her.
It’s not like I never knew the truth for that moment.
I wouldn’t cry nor scream in anxiety,
Just wish I could go on without these sufferings.
The boat we are in will always be unstable,
Who will fall off? That we shall see in an instant.
I admit defeat; you can walk away from my life now.
I wouldn’t want to see myself in front of your eyes ever.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Let's see... i'm sick and tired of editing my templates, so i came down to a decision of using a standard (so-called) template so that i don't have to go about editing HTML codes and make it difficult for my faithful readers.
I'm glad to be back in KL after a long, 3 weeks, boring holiday back in Ipoh where Aaron Kam and Jun Ling weren't there to serve my bordem, so i guess i just got to come back a week earlier so that i could spend time with Zeck and a couple of my friends. Yo, Alexandra, seriously sorry couldn't meet up with you gurl... well, you know right, when you are in a relationship, priorities, responsibilities and commitment will immdediately come first. I'm sure you'll understand as now you have Paul (*winkz*).
Freak.. i hated my results... the worst ever i've gotten since my days in Monash. Sharks... how can i just got a pass for Authorship and Writing when i really well know that i did pretty well for the finals... maybe it could be as what Debbie puts it 'What's good for you may not be good for the examiner'. So i guess i got to be a little thankful as to not failing the exam. Let what people always say, failing doesn't mean the end of the world yet. Guess what's most dissapointing in life is that when a person fails to achieve something, they just give up and never carry on. That's what 'Loser' on foreheads are for... for people who doesn't know how to appreciate their mistakes to correct them and move on with life. I just don't want to be that loser and i very well want to prove to myself that failing to get what i want will never diminish my confidence in reaching what i want in life itself... and that of course, will be 'success'.
This also goes out to the people who think they didn't do well in the exams. It's just life that nothing seems perfect and that also getting good grades does not even determine what will happen in life later on after graduation. Guess we do not need to always compare ourselves to what others get for their results, just have to be satisfied with what we achieved and to learn how to move on in life without crying over spilled milk. Thanks Zeck for being by my side when i was so upset the other day over my results.
The Harry Potter craze is back in town. Well, it is pretty predictable to say that at about 6 am sharp, there will be people lining outside Times, Borders, Popular and even MPH to get their hands on the new Harry Potter book - Harry Potter and the Half Blooded Prince. Oh well... i do love reading it but not that crazy as to crawl out of bed early in the morning to get my hands on the book. Besides, i still do not have the money yet. Oh well, anyone would like to loan me some cash without interest needed? I can do with RM50 *grinz*. Oh well, i guess i got to wait for a month before i can get the book as i am still reading Susan Elizabeth Phillip's 'Ain't She Sweet?'. However, my enthusiasm is still on Harry Potter.
Oh... sorry for taking away the tagboard. I'm still cracking my brains to remember some of your blog pages. So please do send me a comment with the URL of your blog again, thank you.
I'm glad to be back in KL after a long, 3 weeks, boring holiday back in Ipoh where Aaron Kam and Jun Ling weren't there to serve my bordem, so i guess i just got to come back a week earlier so that i could spend time with Zeck and a couple of my friends. Yo, Alexandra, seriously sorry couldn't meet up with you gurl... well, you know right, when you are in a relationship, priorities, responsibilities and commitment will immdediately come first. I'm sure you'll understand as now you have Paul (*winkz*).
Freak.. i hated my results... the worst ever i've gotten since my days in Monash. Sharks... how can i just got a pass for Authorship and Writing when i really well know that i did pretty well for the finals... maybe it could be as what Debbie puts it 'What's good for you may not be good for the examiner'. So i guess i got to be a little thankful as to not failing the exam. Let what people always say, failing doesn't mean the end of the world yet. Guess what's most dissapointing in life is that when a person fails to achieve something, they just give up and never carry on. That's what 'Loser' on foreheads are for... for people who doesn't know how to appreciate their mistakes to correct them and move on with life. I just don't want to be that loser and i very well want to prove to myself that failing to get what i want will never diminish my confidence in reaching what i want in life itself... and that of course, will be 'success'.
This also goes out to the people who think they didn't do well in the exams. It's just life that nothing seems perfect and that also getting good grades does not even determine what will happen in life later on after graduation. Guess we do not need to always compare ourselves to what others get for their results, just have to be satisfied with what we achieved and to learn how to move on in life without crying over spilled milk. Thanks Zeck for being by my side when i was so upset the other day over my results.
The Harry Potter craze is back in town. Well, it is pretty predictable to say that at about 6 am sharp, there will be people lining outside Times, Borders, Popular and even MPH to get their hands on the new Harry Potter book - Harry Potter and the Half Blooded Prince. Oh well... i do love reading it but not that crazy as to crawl out of bed early in the morning to get my hands on the book. Besides, i still do not have the money yet. Oh well, anyone would like to loan me some cash without interest needed? I can do with RM50 *grinz*. Oh well, i guess i got to wait for a month before i can get the book as i am still reading Susan Elizabeth Phillip's 'Ain't She Sweet?'. However, my enthusiasm is still on Harry Potter.
Oh... sorry for taking away the tagboard. I'm still cracking my brains to remember some of your blog pages. So please do send me a comment with the URL of your blog again, thank you.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
I’ve been having bad dreams once in a while during the holidays and couldn’t really find a person to talk to. I relied on my pet brother (Jun Ling), but he has to go back to Australia for his following semester. Didn’t really get a chance to go out with him as he is busy renewing his visa and all, as for me, I’m left fighting my boring weekdays and weekends and finding the best way to survive!
I’m currently reading a book by Pat Barker entitled ‘Another World’. Well, it is interesting and it is mostly about supernatural stuff that happens in the present and the past. I’m closing in the conclusion, but, whenever I wanted to go on reading till the very end, my eye lids get really heavy and I stop at each ending chapters. Honestly, I am not the bookworm I use to be. During the years of my primary and secondary days, I can read a book till late morning and takes a two hours nap before school. Guess I’m just being plain lazy and it all occurs from the boring days I’ve been living in and I am looking forward for uni to reopen so that it could put a temporary end to my loneliness and boredom.
Besides of rambling about my boredom back in Ipoh, Debbie has now flown to Australia and I am already missing her a lot. In Uni, I treat her like my very own sister, but just to know the fact that she won’t be around to discuss work with me seriously sucks! I’m feeling guilty as I have not been able to meet up with her during the holidays to have lunch with her or even go with her for a movie. I guess I had been selfish and that I’ve so wanted to be back in Ipoh as I have left Ipoh for a couple of 3 months without coming back for a visit. I miss home but it is not a home to be permanently engaged in. Don’t get me wrong, my family has been supportive for the past few years of my life, but sometimes, the just expect too much from me that I feel like my whole future is tumbling right in front of my very eyes. Especially my dad, he expects me to know every single details of affair happening all around the globe. The questions he asked could sometimes be intimidating. Why can’t he see the fact that non-geniuses are not always to be labeled as dumb? When he asks a question that needs much thought, all he does is just give me seconds to answer before he shouts ‘how can you not know the answer after so many years of education?’ I admit, I’m never good in math, so if he was to ask a question that needs much calculation done, I expect him to give me a minute or two for me to have it done on paper. So unfair!
Sometimes, I’m just ignorant to what the papers have to say because everything that I’ve read in papers is all just a bunch of bull-shits. Nonsense, scandalous affairs, and up-to-no-good wars; I’m fully aware that it is part of my daily life routine, and that is to read the news as I am studying mass communication. Well, the truth can be experienced and seen through with our own naked eyes and our instincts and intuition. I don’t have to read the newspaper tomorrow morning to know that there is another rape suspect on the loose. Don’t mind me saying, our papers had been a cliché in life.
I’m currently reading a book by Pat Barker entitled ‘Another World’. Well, it is interesting and it is mostly about supernatural stuff that happens in the present and the past. I’m closing in the conclusion, but, whenever I wanted to go on reading till the very end, my eye lids get really heavy and I stop at each ending chapters. Honestly, I am not the bookworm I use to be. During the years of my primary and secondary days, I can read a book till late morning and takes a two hours nap before school. Guess I’m just being plain lazy and it all occurs from the boring days I’ve been living in and I am looking forward for uni to reopen so that it could put a temporary end to my loneliness and boredom.
Besides of rambling about my boredom back in Ipoh, Debbie has now flown to Australia and I am already missing her a lot. In Uni, I treat her like my very own sister, but just to know the fact that she won’t be around to discuss work with me seriously sucks! I’m feeling guilty as I have not been able to meet up with her during the holidays to have lunch with her or even go with her for a movie. I guess I had been selfish and that I’ve so wanted to be back in Ipoh as I have left Ipoh for a couple of 3 months without coming back for a visit. I miss home but it is not a home to be permanently engaged in. Don’t get me wrong, my family has been supportive for the past few years of my life, but sometimes, the just expect too much from me that I feel like my whole future is tumbling right in front of my very eyes. Especially my dad, he expects me to know every single details of affair happening all around the globe. The questions he asked could sometimes be intimidating. Why can’t he see the fact that non-geniuses are not always to be labeled as dumb? When he asks a question that needs much thought, all he does is just give me seconds to answer before he shouts ‘how can you not know the answer after so many years of education?’ I admit, I’m never good in math, so if he was to ask a question that needs much calculation done, I expect him to give me a minute or two for me to have it done on paper. So unfair!
Sometimes, I’m just ignorant to what the papers have to say because everything that I’ve read in papers is all just a bunch of bull-shits. Nonsense, scandalous affairs, and up-to-no-good wars; I’m fully aware that it is part of my daily life routine, and that is to read the news as I am studying mass communication. Well, the truth can be experienced and seen through with our own naked eyes and our instincts and intuition. I don’t have to read the newspaper tomorrow morning to know that there is another rape suspect on the loose. Don’t mind me saying, our papers had been a cliché in life.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
No Room For Commenting
I guess this time there is no room for commenting. Well don't ask why... somehow, i just learn a new way to srew up the whole HTML codes and i guess i'll just try to figure out what's the next move to try inserting my 'commentary HTML codes'. Oh well, the tag board's still there for you to comment on my page... so feel free doing so. Again, so sorry for the tiny wording, as if i can help it, the font is actually constrain by the skin of the blog itself.
Monday, July 04, 2005
FedEx all the way
It's an uncanny feeling right on for Andy Roddick in yesterday's Wimbeldon match against Roger Federer. And yet again, deja vu has its way around and Federer beat Roddick 6-2, 7-6, 6-4. I stayed up the whole night just to watch 2 matches and told myself... 'guess i do not have to sit for the whole match to know who's going to win'. It is another cliche for the tennis world as Federer stays unbeaten for 3 consecutive time. Oh well, he wouldn't be known as FedEx for nothing right? Credit goes to him and my salutes!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Lesson that i will bare in mind for life
I learnt a lesson today and that is, in a relationship, sometimes you can never have the things you hope to have but to only hope for the best. It is important to give and hope that whatever you gave are much cherishable by your partner.
Loving a person only means that you are learning to give unconditional love without hoping for anything in return. That is how you see things in a brighter manner and avoid getting hurt when disappointment comes your way.
Note: May be thinking of closing down this blog and put an end to my ramblings. I may start a new blog when i go over to Australia next year.
Loving a person only means that you are learning to give unconditional love without hoping for anything in return. That is how you see things in a brighter manner and avoid getting hurt when disappointment comes your way.
Note: May be thinking of closing down this blog and put an end to my ramblings. I may start a new blog when i go over to Australia next year.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Life House - Everything
Artist: Life House
Title: Everything
I’m finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don’t really know what I’m gonna do
When I get there...Take a breath and hold on tight
And spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be...
I’m looking past the shadows in my mind
Into the truth and i’m
Trying to identify the voices in my head
God, I wish it were you
Let me feel one more time what it
Feels like to feel alive
And break these callouses off of me one more time
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside your door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah-ah...
I don’t want a thing from youI bet you’re tired of me
Waiting for the scraps to fall off
Of your table to the ground...
’cause I just wanna be here now...
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah...
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be...
Where I wanna be...
Title: Everything
I’m finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don’t really know what I’m gonna do
When I get there...Take a breath and hold on tight
And spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be...
I’m looking past the shadows in my mind
Into the truth and i’m
Trying to identify the voices in my head
God, I wish it were you
Let me feel one more time what it
Feels like to feel alive
And break these callouses off of me one more time
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside your door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah-ah...
I don’t want a thing from youI bet you’re tired of me
Waiting for the scraps to fall off
Of your table to the ground...
’cause I just wanna be here now...
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah...
’cause I’m hanging on every word you say
And even if you don’t wanna speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
’cause I want nothing more
Than to sit outside heaven’s door
And listen to you breathing
It’s where I wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be...
Where I wanna be...
Sick and Tired
My anger has been projected in this poem itself.
I’m sick and tired of noises in my head,
Tried breaking free but I end up in the same old place,
I ran to the ocean just to see a carousel right in front of my face,
Tried to stop it, but it wouldn’t budge a single bit.
Screams so irritating caused by a fight,
Shut up, shut up, if you care.
I couldn’t take this misery anymore,
I couldn’t stand a day crying without any sleep.
A light shines through a life which is pathless,
What’s the point when my life is darkened?
The sea roars symbolizing my life of roughness,
I couldn’t stand a chance with this life of nonsense.
Could anyone cry out to me?
I need to be save from this misery.
Broken hearts and endless lies,
Stop it now, please, I want to stop my cries!
The carousel wouldn’t stop,
My life is an endless spinning.
There is no air which I could take,
It has been robbed,
The world around me,
Just an endless shaking.
I want to be back again,
Back to the door of peace.
Life House - Sick Cycle Carousel
Something terrible happened last night, and i seriously don't want to talk about it even though someone asks to clarify what happened. All i can say is that, i kept listening to this song by life house titled 'Sick Cycle Carousel'. This song has been booming in my mind since yesterday night. It's sick... but it's what i feel. It's what everyone in my family feels after yesterday!
Artist: Life House
Title: Sick Cycle Carousel
If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine
If it had a home would it be my eyes
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this
Well here we go one more time
I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground
I tried to earn my wayI tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this
So when will this endIt goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
I never thought I’d end up here
I never thought I’d be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong now one more time
Cause I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the groundI
tried to earn my wayI tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this,
So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this
Sick cycle carousel, this is a sick cycle, yeah
Sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle yeah
So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
When will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Artist: Life House
Title: Sick Cycle Carousel
If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine
If it had a home would it be my eyes
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this
Well here we go one more time
I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground
I tried to earn my wayI tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this
So when will this endIt goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
I never thought I’d end up here
I never thought I’d be standing where I am
I guess I kind of thought it would be easier than this
I guess I was wrong now one more time
Cause I tried to climb your steps
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the groundI
tried to earn my wayI tried to change this mind
You better believe that I tried to beat this,
So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this
Sick cycle carousel, this is a sick cycle, yeah
Sick cycle carousel
This is a sick cycle yeah
So when will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
When will this end
It goes on and on
And over and over and over again
Keep spinning around I know that it won’t stop
Till I step down from this for good
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Sick cycle carousel
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I got a call one night from a friend of mine and she told me that Jing and Nigel will be visiting me. Those are the two really good friends of mine whom i met during my 1st semester in Taylor's College and we became very very close friends from then on. I'm seriously happy to have a friend like them as they are the ones who always keep their word.
After my exams, i smsed Jing and told him that i've already finished my exam and was sorry that i could not be in KL to meet up with him. Well, he just told me to not worry so much and that he will be coming to IPoh to meet up with me instead. At first, i thought that he was just joking... but, didn't know that he actually kept to his word. Amazingly Nigel came along. Had pretty much fun with them, and not forgetting Yin Ching.
We drove all over Ipoh... doing something which are out of the mind for instance, visiting the mental asylum and going into restricted areas of the mall and even driving around the car park of Jusco. Oh boy... we even went to visit the lost world, and again, drove around the car park, not to find for parking space (there were only about 30-40 cars in a car park which can hold up to 200-500 cars) but for fun. We went to furniture shops to look around and started visualizing what our house whould be like and what we want to bring over to Manchester, Australia and Ireland. Wanted so much to go for a round of karaoke, but i guess most of us couldn't sing haha.
The fun was that we went to town to have White Coffee, and sitting in the coffee shop for about an hour talking about life in Ireland, Manchester and KL. Nigel and I was basically criticising on Monash's life... Nigel's lucky as he is already going to Aussie for his further education. Well, both of us couldn't wait for the Australian Tennis Open and Commonwealth games to be held next year in Aussie.
I haven't had much fun in Ipoh as Ipoh is a seriously boring place. Anywayz, thanks to Nigel, Jing, and Yin Ching. You guys really brighten up my life in IPoh.
After my exams, i smsed Jing and told him that i've already finished my exam and was sorry that i could not be in KL to meet up with him. Well, he just told me to not worry so much and that he will be coming to IPoh to meet up with me instead. At first, i thought that he was just joking... but, didn't know that he actually kept to his word. Amazingly Nigel came along. Had pretty much fun with them, and not forgetting Yin Ching.
We drove all over Ipoh... doing something which are out of the mind for instance, visiting the mental asylum and going into restricted areas of the mall and even driving around the car park of Jusco. Oh boy... we even went to visit the lost world, and again, drove around the car park, not to find for parking space (there were only about 30-40 cars in a car park which can hold up to 200-500 cars) but for fun. We went to furniture shops to look around and started visualizing what our house whould be like and what we want to bring over to Manchester, Australia and Ireland. Wanted so much to go for a round of karaoke, but i guess most of us couldn't sing haha.
The fun was that we went to town to have White Coffee, and sitting in the coffee shop for about an hour talking about life in Ireland, Manchester and KL. Nigel and I was basically criticising on Monash's life... Nigel's lucky as he is already going to Aussie for his further education. Well, both of us couldn't wait for the Australian Tennis Open and Commonwealth games to be held next year in Aussie.
I haven't had much fun in Ipoh as Ipoh is a seriously boring place. Anywayz, thanks to Nigel, Jing, and Yin Ching. You guys really brighten up my life in IPoh.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Reincarnation
Another boring afternoon where there is nothing much to do; nothing to look forward to. I just stayed home after lunch just to watch the tree outside my window. Unfortunately, it have not even blossomed one bit. To ease my boredom, I just went into my dad’s study room to check out what’s on Discovery Channel. Out of the blue, not very frequently, someone will just decide to talk about reincarnation and have it as a documentary. I am not sure about everyone, but I personally don’t believe in reincarnation. When a person dies, there are only two places one will go to… hell or heaven.
The stories projected in this documentary called ‘Past Stories: Stories of Reincarnation’ was pretty *cough* interesting. For a person who is not strong in the Christian faith may be blinded by the fact that reincarnation existed during the olden days and that heaven and hell was just another fantasy that someone can relate to. I do not have doubts nor do I question much on my beliefs. If Christ clearly stated that by Faith I shall be save, then so be it. I wouldn’t want to argue the fact that God gives a second chance to be reincarnated and to have a second chance in life. Well, maybe at times a person will stare into the eyes of death, but never come close to begging God for a second chance after he is put to death by God’s willing.
Anyways, again, was pretty bored this afternoon so I just sat through the whole one hour, listening and watching the documentary on the stories of reincarnation. There were two breathtaking case studies discussed about and it is actually pretty interesting to know. Can this be true, it’s all base on one’s perception and judgment. No unnecessary condemnation is allowed.
Sri Lanka is a place where reincarnation is strongly believed and commonly talked about. There was a girl name Dilukshi living in a small area who told her parents about how she had drowned in her previous life before she was born in her current home. Her mom was pretty frustrated with her as Dilukshi went over and over about her previous life and how her previous mother treated her. Well of course the mother has the rights to be jealous as you wouldn’t want to make up stories by telling your mom that how nice you have been treated in your previous life. However, the fact is that Dilukshi has a previous life to narrate to her family members as well as Dr. Erlendur Haraldsson who is a professor of the University of Iceland who came to investigate Dilukshi’s case.
In her previous life, Dilukshi was drowned while playing with a group of friends in a nearby stream in Tambala. She described the way she died to Dr. Haraldsson and she wanted so much to just meet her previous parents again. Her previous parents found out about Dilukshi through a locall journalists and wrote a letter to Dilukshi’s parents about how eager they were to meet up with her. Dilukshi threatened her parents to take her to see her previous parents or not she’ll run away from home.
A wish was granted. Her parents brought her to Tambala and meet up with her previous parents. On the way to Tambala, Dilukshi recognizes most of the landmarks and the places she use to hang around with her friends. Almost immediately, she somehow felt so at home and recognizes her belongings as well as the pictures shown to her by the previous family. She brought Dr. Haraldsson to the place where she was drowned and everything that Dilukshi described in her story was similar to the surroundings that Dr. Haraldsson was in. He felt that he was in a dream but at this point it was the real picture he is in.
Another case involved a little boy by the name Gus Ortega who’s father was so surprise when one day, he was changing the little kids diapers and suddenly the son looked up at him and said, ‘when I was your age, I use to change the diaper for you’. Mr. Ortega was astounded by his son’s remark. How can a little kid speak about something like this? The most surprising thing was when Mr. Ortega took out a black and white picture showing a group of people, little Gus just walked up the picture and pointed at a man in his mid 30s and said ‘there, this is me’. Mrs. Ortega was definitely dumbstruck as she was from a Baptist family who does not even believe a single thing about reincarnation.
Another professor by the name of Jim Tucker went to Florida to investigate yet another case about a little boy by the name Ian Hagerdon who narrated about him being a policeman in the past life who was shot to death during a burglary attack in a retail store. Ian was suffering severe heart disease when he was born and underwent a total of 6 surgeries. This was believed to have certain ties with his previous being. His maternal father had been shot right through the chest and pronounced dead when he reached the hospital. When he was reincarnated, little Ian now suffers from heart disease.
One day when Ian was crying in his room, his mother came into the room and told him to soften down or not she will spank him. Besides of immediately ceasing his cries, he looked up at his mom and said ‘when you were my age, and when you were naughty, I did not even spank you’. Of course, the mother was shocked by his remark. Another remarkable thing was that Ian asked his mom one day about the cats that she had when she was a little kid. One was named Maniac (the black cat) and the other was named Boston (the white cat). Ian asked his mom about one of their names.
‘Mommy, what was the cat’s name again? The one that you have,” Ian asked.
“Maniac?” replied his mom.
“No, the white one,” asked Ian once again.
Memories, statement and birthmark of a little child may be similar to the person of the previous life but can it be known as pure luck? Dr. Richard Wiseman was never a fan the topic on reincarnation. He wanted to prove that reincarnation is just a myth in society. He randomly selected children to interview and asked each and everyone to make up his/her own story. There was a little child by the name Molly who narrated a story about a little girl with red hair, blue eyes and wearing a pink, flowery dress who went away from home. Her runaway from home turned out to be a tragic death.
After hearing the story of the child, Dr. Wiseman did some research on the newspaper archive and he was flabbergasted to find that the 17 facts that Molly gave about the little girl, 13 out of the 17 facts that she gave was in point of fact similar to the case of the girl described in Molly’s made up story. So, was it just pure luck or was it true that reincarnation does exist before out naked eye?
Well, the question will somehow make you ponder on what seems to be a fantasy to you that turns into reality after hours of research and listening to inspiring stories of others. Again, what we hear may not be a factor of what we should believe in. After watching this documentary, it actually challenges my faith. What do personally feel?
The stories projected in this documentary called ‘Past Stories: Stories of Reincarnation’ was pretty *cough* interesting. For a person who is not strong in the Christian faith may be blinded by the fact that reincarnation existed during the olden days and that heaven and hell was just another fantasy that someone can relate to. I do not have doubts nor do I question much on my beliefs. If Christ clearly stated that by Faith I shall be save, then so be it. I wouldn’t want to argue the fact that God gives a second chance to be reincarnated and to have a second chance in life. Well, maybe at times a person will stare into the eyes of death, but never come close to begging God for a second chance after he is put to death by God’s willing.
Anyways, again, was pretty bored this afternoon so I just sat through the whole one hour, listening and watching the documentary on the stories of reincarnation. There were two breathtaking case studies discussed about and it is actually pretty interesting to know. Can this be true, it’s all base on one’s perception and judgment. No unnecessary condemnation is allowed.
Sri Lanka is a place where reincarnation is strongly believed and commonly talked about. There was a girl name Dilukshi living in a small area who told her parents about how she had drowned in her previous life before she was born in her current home. Her mom was pretty frustrated with her as Dilukshi went over and over about her previous life and how her previous mother treated her. Well of course the mother has the rights to be jealous as you wouldn’t want to make up stories by telling your mom that how nice you have been treated in your previous life. However, the fact is that Dilukshi has a previous life to narrate to her family members as well as Dr. Erlendur Haraldsson who is a professor of the University of Iceland who came to investigate Dilukshi’s case.
In her previous life, Dilukshi was drowned while playing with a group of friends in a nearby stream in Tambala. She described the way she died to Dr. Haraldsson and she wanted so much to just meet her previous parents again. Her previous parents found out about Dilukshi through a locall journalists and wrote a letter to Dilukshi’s parents about how eager they were to meet up with her. Dilukshi threatened her parents to take her to see her previous parents or not she’ll run away from home.
A wish was granted. Her parents brought her to Tambala and meet up with her previous parents. On the way to Tambala, Dilukshi recognizes most of the landmarks and the places she use to hang around with her friends. Almost immediately, she somehow felt so at home and recognizes her belongings as well as the pictures shown to her by the previous family. She brought Dr. Haraldsson to the place where she was drowned and everything that Dilukshi described in her story was similar to the surroundings that Dr. Haraldsson was in. He felt that he was in a dream but at this point it was the real picture he is in.
Another case involved a little boy by the name Gus Ortega who’s father was so surprise when one day, he was changing the little kids diapers and suddenly the son looked up at him and said, ‘when I was your age, I use to change the diaper for you’. Mr. Ortega was astounded by his son’s remark. How can a little kid speak about something like this? The most surprising thing was when Mr. Ortega took out a black and white picture showing a group of people, little Gus just walked up the picture and pointed at a man in his mid 30s and said ‘there, this is me’. Mrs. Ortega was definitely dumbstruck as she was from a Baptist family who does not even believe a single thing about reincarnation.
Another professor by the name of Jim Tucker went to Florida to investigate yet another case about a little boy by the name Ian Hagerdon who narrated about him being a policeman in the past life who was shot to death during a burglary attack in a retail store. Ian was suffering severe heart disease when he was born and underwent a total of 6 surgeries. This was believed to have certain ties with his previous being. His maternal father had been shot right through the chest and pronounced dead when he reached the hospital. When he was reincarnated, little Ian now suffers from heart disease.
One day when Ian was crying in his room, his mother came into the room and told him to soften down or not she will spank him. Besides of immediately ceasing his cries, he looked up at his mom and said ‘when you were my age, and when you were naughty, I did not even spank you’. Of course, the mother was shocked by his remark. Another remarkable thing was that Ian asked his mom one day about the cats that she had when she was a little kid. One was named Maniac (the black cat) and the other was named Boston (the white cat). Ian asked his mom about one of their names.
‘Mommy, what was the cat’s name again? The one that you have,” Ian asked.
“Maniac?” replied his mom.
“No, the white one,” asked Ian once again.
Memories, statement and birthmark of a little child may be similar to the person of the previous life but can it be known as pure luck? Dr. Richard Wiseman was never a fan the topic on reincarnation. He wanted to prove that reincarnation is just a myth in society. He randomly selected children to interview and asked each and everyone to make up his/her own story. There was a little child by the name Molly who narrated a story about a little girl with red hair, blue eyes and wearing a pink, flowery dress who went away from home. Her runaway from home turned out to be a tragic death.
After hearing the story of the child, Dr. Wiseman did some research on the newspaper archive and he was flabbergasted to find that the 17 facts that Molly gave about the little girl, 13 out of the 17 facts that she gave was in point of fact similar to the case of the girl described in Molly’s made up story. So, was it just pure luck or was it true that reincarnation does exist before out naked eye?
Well, the question will somehow make you ponder on what seems to be a fantasy to you that turns into reality after hours of research and listening to inspiring stories of others. Again, what we hear may not be a factor of what we should believe in. After watching this documentary, it actually challenges my faith. What do personally feel?
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
11 signs of falling inlove
This pretty much shows how bored i am during the first half of the holidays and if it were to prolong till 1 month, i'm not sure what a bore i could be. Anywayz, i got this post on the friendster bulletine board.
The thing here is that i have already fallen deeply inlove with Zeck, but what is said here is pretty much true.
11. You'll read his/her sms over n over n OVER again. (That is what i always do at night before i go to bed)
10. You'll walk really, really, really slow while walking with him/her (Not exactly)
9. You'll be so shy while being with him/her (well, at first yah... but now, i just love to be with him that it makes me forget about my own shyness)
8. While tinking about him, ur heart beats really really really fast. (Not just thinking about him, when he embrace me or even compliments me)
7. By listening to his/her voice.. you'll be smilling by yourself. (He's the only guy whom i talk to that unconciously puts a smile on my face... my sis has been complaining about me smiling to myself whenever Zeck calls)
6. While looking at him/her, you can't see other people around the both of you, you can only see him/her. (Okay, this is a little too much if you are hanging out with friends, but whenever the both of us are alone, somehow we just belong to the world for 2 and nobody else)
5. You'll start listening to love songs. (More to listening to the songs he likes eventhough i know that i don't like it in the first place)
4. You'll really, really, really like love songs. (i already did from the start when i still was single)
3. Only by smelling his/her perfume smell you'll be high. (Tell me about it, i just love the way he smells everyday!)
2. You'll realise that you are always smilling by yourself. (Okay, this is a little too extreme)
1. You'll do anything for him/her. (I'm just there to give him love and much pampering)
The thing here is that i have already fallen deeply inlove with Zeck, but what is said here is pretty much true.
11. You'll read his/her sms over n over n OVER again. (That is what i always do at night before i go to bed)
10. You'll walk really, really, really slow while walking with him/her (Not exactly)
9. You'll be so shy while being with him/her (well, at first yah... but now, i just love to be with him that it makes me forget about my own shyness)
8. While tinking about him, ur heart beats really really really fast. (Not just thinking about him, when he embrace me or even compliments me)
7. By listening to his/her voice.. you'll be smilling by yourself. (He's the only guy whom i talk to that unconciously puts a smile on my face... my sis has been complaining about me smiling to myself whenever Zeck calls)
6. While looking at him/her, you can't see other people around the both of you, you can only see him/her. (Okay, this is a little too much if you are hanging out with friends, but whenever the both of us are alone, somehow we just belong to the world for 2 and nobody else)
5. You'll start listening to love songs. (More to listening to the songs he likes eventhough i know that i don't like it in the first place)
4. You'll really, really, really like love songs. (i already did from the start when i still was single)
3. Only by smelling his/her perfume smell you'll be high. (Tell me about it, i just love the way he smells everyday!)
2. You'll realise that you are always smilling by yourself. (Okay, this is a little too extreme)
1. You'll do anything for him/her. (I'm just there to give him love and much pampering)
The beginning of my holiday
Sad to say, I have not thought much about what to do this holidays and I guess that is the reason why I am stuck here, at home, doing absolutely nothing. I miss the fun times back in Monash where silly things are all we discuss about. Truly, I am pretty much waiting for this one month holiday to pass so that I can be back in Monash again. One month is just way too long. Why can’t they have like a week off or something where 2nd semester starts the next week?
The tree with the yellow flowers located just outside my window is not blossoming. I remember reading a novel while sitting near my window so that I could stare out every now and then just to look at that beautiful tree. However, what’s left seem so naked to the eye. How I wish it could bloom once again.
The most hurtful thing of all during holidays is that you can not look into the eyes of the one you truly love most. All you can do is just call to hear his voice, but not experiencing the emotions. Argh! It has only been 4 days and I couldn’t take the silence anymore! I wish to go back to KL now, but I got to be with my parents for the holidays as I have long gone from them. How I wish distance was never the factor, but I guess it is after all.
Hrm, nothing interesting which I can talk about here. Oh, anyways, what’s with all the grunting on court by tennis players? Maria Sharapova seems to be having the loudest grunt ever that made the umpire annoyed. Well, I don’t see it necessary myself for the grunting and other provoking noises while playing tennis. It may intimidate the opponent that’s for sure, but what Sharapova’s coach said actually surprised me… grunting is the way for a person to build up energy. I’m impressed by his statement because I never once think of that before.
I didn’t quite celebrate father’s day with my dad. I should have done something special. After all, he’s the one who brought me up and disciplined me fully till I am mature enough to be independent. Mom and dad went for the Engelbert concert in Genting Highlands which made me feel regretful now as I opted not to go with them. The man with the magnificent voice that sang ‘Quando, Quando, Quando’ and ‘Release Me’ in the olden days during my father’s childhood era. I’m glad that my mom went with my dad, I guess it is time for them to have a little quiet time away from the children. I wonder…
My dad is full of jokes at times which made him look a few years younger than his atual age. He's 50 now but still look young and healthy. Just love it when he says 'Sure, i'll get you BMW530i tomorrow, i just have to go to NIKKO to get it for you'. It just made me laugh whenever i joke with him about wanting to get a new, luxurious car for my birthday or any other occasions. Dad is likely to say what he always will say to me 'Sure, i'll get it for you'. He is just an amazing dad! However, i realized that deep down inside, my dad is a little dissapointed in me as i have not chosen to take Quantity Surveying as my desired ambition. Well, i just hope to prove to my dad that i can get a steady, lucrative job after i get my degree in Bachelor of Communications. Of course, experience will have to come first!
I drove back from KL at about 9.30am that Saturday and had a pretty knowledgable trip back to my hometown. My cousin kept on babbling about her life in Japan and the differentation of the culture here and there. It was pretty much an enjoyable talk by her and it just made me want to get to know more about the world's different culture. Sometimes, watching it on National Geographic or any other documentary channel will not give you the fill of those cultures, and yet of course, if we are to experience it by traveling, that would be great! I am waiting for the day to come where i can travel around the world just to learn how people live in every corner of the world.
It was pretty much a good thing to leave us kids at home. I am full of contradiction sometimes as i said it earlier that i should have gone to that concert! Of course we kids got to enjoy the evening without parents, and the night going crazy with the music on and the watching movies till late night. Well, i slept at about 2 am, as usual, but didn't know that mom and dad was back early the next morning. I didn't have the time to sneak out of the house for breakfast at my usual place. Sadest thing of all, Aaron is not back yet from TAR and i have no one to play tennis with. I am not sure where to go... Ipoh can be such a boring place, but face it, I'm so unwilling to drive out as my house is pretty much comfortable and i just spend my time sleeping.
What a start to the holidays...