Back to Reality

I was up in Cameron Highlands for the weekend, visiting Rudi, Colin and Aunty May Li, who're staff running RBS. Well that was my excuse anyway.

Was a good time for me, getting away from trying to get away from things and especially the heat. Those that have been to Tanah Rata will surely know how "happening" and ''exciting'' the town is. Which gave me the opportunity to just chill (pun intended), think about stuff, enjoy the weather and eat all the yummilicious things the area is famous for.

Even though i brought a camera, i didn't actually take many pictures, or find the need/want to take pictures. I think its cause many experiences were untakeable, you have to be there to know how lovely the feeling is.

Anyways, one thing i thought was a little amusing was, last year when i went up for a visit, Brother Rudi let me listen to a song by Mark Schultz that was sung live and still a work in progress. I loved it then. And now, a year later, same place, i get the completed one. I love it now.

Its a super grin song for me, call me a soppy-poppy-mushy-wushy-usless-no-hoper, but i love it.

Mark Schultz also has some other great songs on his Broken & Beautiful album. Yes, this is me saying go check it out...

The grin song? Tis called Walking Her Home





















ps: Rudi, i'm still gonna shoot you. =)

Meeting with a Guru

Wont be around for the weekend.

Just plain dumb

I bought myself a new pillow the other day. COSMART was having a "Renovation Sale" and it was only RM7.9o. Love it when shops find any excuse to have a sale. Gives me an excuse to buy.

I have no complaints about the pillow, but the manufacturer, for insulting my intelligence. I know la, i may not be that bright, but i do have a considerable amount of grey matter...

If you tell me the pillow is EVERLASTING [which is already so cheesey and lame...] then why contradict yourself by saying there's a fibre coil design...bla bla etc. for a LONGER LIFE SPAN. Saying it has a life span, means it will one day reach the end of its span, have no more life and die. [R.I.P Pillow]

Bodoh punya orang.

Different?

"You seem different...Not good or bad- just different."

If i hear that one more time, my hair is going to fall off and tau-geh will sprout from my head.

From the conclusion some people have made, it could mean one of two things or both.
1. Yes, i am different.
2. You never really knew me.
3. I am different and you never really knew me.

And if its either 1, 2 or 3 well, get over it. Constantly telling me does not help matters.

Also, if its not good, NOR bad, then what's the big deal? Like if you ordered orange juice and said, "Hmmm...it tastes different. Not better or worse, just different." You still drink it wat...

Chances are, people are gonna misinterpret what i'm saying here anyway, so it dont matter.


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This was a friend's response to me mentioning that the sun seems to rise slower here in Penang than back home.

Yeah, i guess the sun rises pretty slowly over this island. Maybe the pace doesn't really matter at all. The important thing is that he rises as accordingly as his axis determines him to. He never changes. Maybe that was what she [the island] wanted. An unchanging heart. A constant commitment that means security. A sense of certainty that tomorrow always comes and if it doesn't, well, at least she still has him by her side till the end.

Quite an unexpected, beautiful reply.

Oh what a Beautiful Morning...

After talking the whole night through, Chris and i decided to go and catch the sunrise.

The sun took longer than expected, teaching a lesson in patience. (Chris was grumbling all the way)

Now i go to sleep, and its one of those nights where you wake up and wonder if it actually did happen...

*The sun took so darn long, i was bursting (and i mean bursting) to pee, that in the end, to my horror, after much whining and hopping from foot to foot, i went behind some junk stuff left along the beach... Trust me though, i seriously didnt want to. Thankfully,it was still very dark*

Teman Sejati

Songwriters, poets... they have their way of seriously being able to capture raw emotion in word form.

Ever since working in Evangel and Bird introduced me to Peter Pan, i've been listening to Malay/Indon songs every once in a while, and there are some gems.

Recently Juwita Suwito released this song, now playing on radio (mostly Malay stations though) and it's really powerful. Its like, 3rd on my play count. And if you can imagine being in the persona's shoes, it's even more menyakitkan hati, with a meaningful, yet difficult ending.

Teman Sejati

Setiap kali aku menoleh ke belakang
Mencari-cari titik punca keretakan
Ku sedari tak wajar dipersalahkan
Dirimu yang kian ketandusan perasaan

Sesungguhnya yang tersilap diriku sendiri
Menaruh harapan padamu terlalu tinggi
Sangkaku orang memberi kita berbahasa
Tak terlintas susu disaji dibalas tuba

Setiap pengorbanan, setiap pemberian
Ku lakukan untukmu penuh ketulusan
Tiada yang diharap selain kejujuran
Bila diri dikhianati sungguh aku terkilan

Sememangnya bukan engkau bukan dia
Penilaianku dulu dikelabui mata
Namun ku temui hikmah di sebalik trajedi
Teman sejatiku hanyalah Dia yang abadi

Seperti Yang Dulu

I'm so tired of a lot of things.

Tired. Tired. Tired.

The other day a friend asked me if i was okay, because i didn't seem like myself lately, and i immediately answered "Oh, I’m just tired." The type of answer that would satisfy the questioner, and have them just stop there, nodding in understanding.

Guess i'm both a very good and very bad actor.

It’s easier to act, than to explain what i can’t.

Mooo-se

Its just swell when your friend goes overseas and brings you back a souvenir. Recently a pal (who for some odd reason didn't wish to be named *shrugs*) , went to Canada for a debating competition.


So anyways, upon his return i was informed he had something for me, and i immediately was hoping for a maple leaf.


And i was right! Check it out:

The smaller print says

"White and Milk Chocolate with creamy centers containing PURE MAPLE SYRUP."

Mmmmmmmmm......

Not only that, i also got a keychain! And i dont mentally think "Oh no, another keychain..." while outwardly smile, cause i like getting them. Adds to my collection, that actually wasn't a collection to begin with, but it became one when i realized i had alot.

Besides the moose that looks as if he's peeping over a shower stall at a moosette while she's bathing, i love the keychain for its extra special fantabulastic wording, and i do not mean Canada...

Woo hoo!














Do you know how RARE it is to find a keychain with my name on it? Long ago I gave up trying to look for my name on the list of green Glow-in-the-Dark keychains, for i know it will never be there- Samantha...Sarah...Shelly...Sue... Bah!


As usual though, i'm always tickled when i see this printed on the back:

















I mean, i know everything now is Made in China, but still. Its hilarious that even a souvenir that means, hey this is specifically from such-a-such a place, is technically not.

I can I imagine the factory workers in China saying:

“Zhuo shen me you zhen me qi guai de ming…??? Siao Bi ? Mat dong dong!”

“Bu zhi dao la… Yang ren jiu shi you zhen me hao xiao de ming...”

*Both shrug and continue work*

(if you dont get it, ask someone that does... Hope the translation i wanted is right though, my interpreter, Annie was a little mad last night.)

So, to anyone who's still overseas (cough *obi mun* cough!) and will be coming back to Malaysia eventually (*ahhhhh-kok-chooooong*), this is the kinda thing i'd like. =)

See how cool my room keys look now, with a gatal moose and an identity!

Guys...Gah!

Give a guy a ball, and he kicks it.

Give a guy a ball and tell him stop kicking it, he has short term memory and kicks it when you turn your back.

Give a guy a ball, tell him to stop kicking it, give a dirty look and he's suddenly blind but can see enough to kick the ball.

Give a guy a ball, tell him to stop kicking it, give a dirty look, remind him what's more important, bark out threats, show all kinds of body language, he looks, smiles and he kicks the ball.

What could be worse? More guys and a ball.

What could be more worse than that? Being the spoil sport that has to take the ball away.

Better a lil late than never

And though a few days late, i list down my new years resolutions, which are actually more like New Sem Resolutions:

Number 1 : Lose 5kg before August.

Now, it doesn't seem like alot, however it is always wise to make achievable, realistic goals instead of crazy "yeah-right-in-your-dreams" kind that will only leave me disappointed and munching on a chocolate bar. At the moment i'm reading a book entitled French Women Dont Get Fat, a christmas prezzie from Mr. Beautiful, and it says how the numbers on the scale dont matter so much as how you look and feel in your clothes. So taking the good ol' scale method and the French way, i think i'll look and feel better 5kg less...Hur hur.. I'm not gonna starve myself, but change my lifestyle! Yes i am! Back to regular jogging and no late night snacking aka mamaking. (except occasionally)

Number 2 : Get on the Dean's list.

This one is a little harder than the first. I think. I had a chance in my first semester but i blew it with my crappy minor paper marks (kicks self over and over again). Nevermind, this time round, looking at my subjects, i believe there's more possibility in making it. Just means putting in more effort, and fighting the laze factor. But the Lazy force is strong, and i am rather weak. I must be a Luke not an Anakin. Need constant reminders.

Thats all. Two simple yet difficult ones. Other resolutions aren't for the readers pleasure, which i feel, ought to remain to oneself. Like Chris was telling me, he has a secret dream, and he can't tell anyone what that is because then it wont be his anymore. It'd be his and Tom, Dick, Harry, Kate, Abu, Gopal.... . .

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New Year's Eve

Was spent in Gurney Plaza, and since the 31st of Dec was one of my youngest batchmate's 21st birthday, we came up with a wonderful surprise to show him how much we care.

After luring him from his Tekun room with the bait of wanting to pass him a bday gift, i proceeded to blindfold him and Chris tied him up.

Fast forward to Gurney Plaza top floor of parking, we then took a nice stroll around the mall, floor by floor with my Ray Charles much to the amusement of the crowd. Some sporting folkes wished him, some girls sang, but most just stared and laughed.

It was good fun, and later though we didnt hear the count down, Gurney Drive was alright-lah.

Hello 2007...

A New Page

A page is turned in my life
I thought i knew what was penned
Yet the smudged ink spelt out words
Of surprise i knew was coming

A page is turned and i am cold
Warmth lost to frigid unbrokenness
The sunshine goes through nothing
And freezes itself to numbness

A page is turned and i am hurting
The pain so real it frightens
Almost wishing to have never felt
Longing for the days beyond

A page is turned and i cry to Him,
The only one who hears all whispers
Vainly searching for answers
That i already know

A page is turned and the chapter ends
Blank paper once more looming
It has now sunk in too deep
As the pages turn