I just had my last PKA Exco meeting for the Exco of 2007/08.
Wah.
How time is flying.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Not yet.
Last week i got a call from my brother telling me my grandma is was in the ICU. I immediately had a bad feeling because the last i received news of this kind it was 2 years ago, when it was my grandfather that was in hospital and it didn't end well.
After CNY, when some Ng's went up to Thailand my grandma followed. On the way back at a rest stop, she came out of the toilet alone, didn't wait for my aunt to go together with her back to the car and in the poorly lit toilet area she fell into a drain. Her ribs were cracked, but what was unknown was there was some damage done by the ribs to her lungs and almost a week later she wasn't feeling good.
Turns out there was fluid in her lungs, bleeding that hadn't stopped because she was still moving about.
Two days ago the bleeding stopped, and she was transferred into a normal ward, but yesterday i got a phone call from my mom saying she's moved again for observation cause her blood pressure and heart beat wasn't going right.
Yesterday was the 2year anniversary prayers for my grandfather.
I'm sure she misses him terribly.
I'm so not ready to say goodbye to her yet. And she's ready to leave yet. The good thing is she has a much stronger will to live than my grandfather did, and that, i believe, will push her to get better.
There's much helplessness though, as i'm not there but i'm here.
After CNY, when some Ng's went up to Thailand my grandma followed. On the way back at a rest stop, she came out of the toilet alone, didn't wait for my aunt to go together with her back to the car and in the poorly lit toilet area she fell into a drain. Her ribs were cracked, but what was unknown was there was some damage done by the ribs to her lungs and almost a week later she wasn't feeling good.
Turns out there was fluid in her lungs, bleeding that hadn't stopped because she was still moving about.
Two days ago the bleeding stopped, and she was transferred into a normal ward, but yesterday i got a phone call from my mom saying she's moved again for observation cause her blood pressure and heart beat wasn't going right.
Yesterday was the 2year anniversary prayers for my grandfather.
I'm sure she misses him terribly.
I'm so not ready to say goodbye to her yet. And she's ready to leave yet. The good thing is she has a much stronger will to live than my grandfather did, and that, i believe, will push her to get better.
There's much helplessness though, as i'm not there but i'm here.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Back To Life, Back To Reality
Watched it today, and it was better than I hoped. There were only 6 people in the cinema, I found myself really enjoying it and we laughed like mad at certain parts. The thing that stole the show for me was how REAL Dan’s family were. Another thing I was impressed with was the shockingly real portrayal of the guyness of guys! Can totally imagine our guy friends behaving like Dan and his bro’s. Overall I liked the movie, but I had some issues with it.
Spoilers ahead.
Plot: Dan’s a widower with three daughters. They go on an annual trip to his parents place. Next morning he goes out to buy a paper and bumps into an intriguing woman- they talk for hours – she gets a call and has to leave, they exchange numbers.
Dan gets home and lo-and-behold, the intriguing woman, Marie, is none other than his brother’s new girlfriend. They spend the next few days trying to keep away from each other but eventually it’s too much and she leaves, breaking up with Dan’s brother, Mitch. Few hours later, she calls Dan and they meet at a bowling alley, bowl, talk and end up kissing, just as his whole family walks in. Mitch punches him, Marie runs off and the whole extended family are standing shocked. However, in the end, he goes to find her and they get together and presumably live happily ever after in marital bliss.
I dunno. I left the cinema thinking about the ending. Near the end, there’s a scene where Dan apologizes to his daughters and promises to focus on them and not other women. I thought that was it, he made the ‘adult’ and ‘correct’ decision. After all, he had only met Marie for 3days and was claiming to be in love with her. Not that I don’t believe it’s possible (though super highly unlikely), it’s just that she was his own BROTHER’s girlfriend for goodness sake.
I conveyed my thoughts to my friend who watched it with me and she said, “Well, its love. Who’s to say you can stop it. People do things like this for love. It’s a grey area.” My response, “Huh?!? But it’s so wrong! What if they meet someone else down the line and say, ‘oh its love,’ then they just break up is it?” I don’t know if I’m being too severe but, she should just have shut up, stuck with Mitch and moved on or broken up and gone far away.
I don’t think they should be so easily excused.
To make things more complicated, there’s a scene where Mitch asks Dan about the girl he’s interested in, and Dan says she’s got a boyfriend. Mitch asks, “Does she have a ring on her finger?” and once getting a negative answer, proceeds to tell Dan it’s alright to go after her.
Argh! How and why do guys say that! Many a time I’ve been present with my guy friends and they say as long as she’s not married, alls fair play. I wonder if they’re honestly serious or not. Bullocks. Guys are so stupid. Again, it’s a personal principle or whatever you wanna call it. Thou shalt not go after another person’s girl/boy friend. Thou shalt shut up and covet in silence.
As much as I claim to be a hopeless romantic, I don’t think I agree with how this movie ended. Love doesn’t give you the license to totally break all the rules or act irresponsibly. Sure, they tried to ‘soften’ the blow by showing Mitch driving off with another hottie; but to me that makes it even worse. It means the love Mitch said he had for Marie went *poof*, just like that.
Yes, I know you’re saying ‘Dude, it’s just a movie. Chill.’
Bah!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
I'm in love with this song by John Mayer. Has been my number one for the past few weeks. Wah. Its so jiwang and its got soul. The twanging of his guitar just intensifies the mood.
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin breath of
this love we've been workin on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
so I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
we pulled too many false alarms
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
I was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it's nothin to me
baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I make the most of all the sadness
you'll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
so you leave me feelin dirty cuz you can't understand
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
Go cry about it why don't you
my dear, we're slow dancin in a burnin room
burnin room, burnin room
don't you think we oughta know by now
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
It reminds me of an example someone gave me about a frog in boiling water. If you throw a frog into boiling water, the frog will jump out immediately. However, if you put the frog in normal water and bring it to a boil, the frog wont know any better and will slowly die. Ouch. Can't recall where i heard this or even if its true but- poor frog.
I think i can see the frog in the song.
It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dyin breath of
this love we've been workin on
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
so I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
we pulled too many false alarms
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
I was the one you always dreamed of
you were the one i tried to draw
how dare you say it's nothin to me
baby, you're the only light I ever saw
I make the most of all the sadness
you'll be a bitch because you can
you try to hit me just to hurt me
so you leave me feelin dirty cuz you can't understand
We're goin down
and you can see it too
We're goin down
and you know that we're doomed
my dear
we're slow dancing in a burnin room
Go cry about it why don't you
my dear, we're slow dancin in a burnin room
burnin room, burnin room
don't you think we oughta know by now
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow
It reminds me of an example someone gave me about a frog in boiling water. If you throw a frog into boiling water, the frog will jump out immediately. However, if you put the frog in normal water and bring it to a boil, the frog wont know any better and will slowly die. Ouch. Can't recall where i heard this or even if its true but- poor frog.
I think i can see the frog in the song.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Home
Saturday i came back to Penang, and it was the bestest trip up i've ever had! Since the journey has already been blogged about with pictures, read it here.
Something else that i didn't feel this time round, my "I dont wanna go back to Penang" syndrome... In fact, truth be told this third and final year has me wanting to spend as much time here as i can because i'm lovin it- ba da ba ba ba.
I think, most Penangites dont get what i mean when i say "I don't wanna go back to Penang", and they misunderstand thinking i dislike it here. Not at all, its more of- I don't wanna leave home. As in, when i'm up here its great! I have a life, friends, church etc and all is very good. But once i'm home, home is home. Couch, tv, family, friends. So its the leaving of home that's not nice.
Ah, Penang. Its become my home. Not my home home, but home.
***
What do you say to someone who says to you "How come if you jog so far you're still so fat?"... -_-
Its still mind boggling how many people lack basic manners, and can be so rude without even thinking about what their saying. Its not to say we're such close friends, and anyway, none of my close friends would say that that way. I don't believe in the whole "Oh, we're close enough to speak our minds." Yes, you can speak your mind but still with some manners and consideration please! I still remember my friend's poke at me calling me a dino cause dino's are just plain big.
Well, okay! Just don't call me out for makan, that would help.
Unfortunately, its hard to un-friend your friends once you find out your friends are not people you wanna friend. Thats very un-friendly behaviour. Hur hur hur..
Something else that i didn't feel this time round, my "I dont wanna go back to Penang" syndrome... In fact, truth be told this third and final year has me wanting to spend as much time here as i can because i'm lovin it- ba da ba ba ba.
I think, most Penangites dont get what i mean when i say "I don't wanna go back to Penang", and they misunderstand thinking i dislike it here. Not at all, its more of- I don't wanna leave home. As in, when i'm up here its great! I have a life, friends, church etc and all is very good. But once i'm home, home is home. Couch, tv, family, friends. So its the leaving of home that's not nice.
Ah, Penang. Its become my home. Not my home home, but home.
***
What do you say to someone who says to you "How come if you jog so far you're still so fat?"... -_-
Its still mind boggling how many people lack basic manners, and can be so rude without even thinking about what their saying. Its not to say we're such close friends, and anyway, none of my close friends would say that that way. I don't believe in the whole "Oh, we're close enough to speak our minds." Yes, you can speak your mind but still with some manners and consideration please! I still remember my friend's poke at me calling me a dino cause dino's are just plain big.
Well, okay! Just don't call me out for makan, that would help.
Unfortunately, its hard to un-friend your friends once you find out your friends are not people you wanna friend. Thats very un-friendly behaviour. Hur hur hur..
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Clean Slate
Ahhhhh......I can breathe again.
My suffering is over.
For about a month now, well- several months actually, my laptop has been dying a slow death. It had cancer and everything was shutting down, yet i was in denial. Hoping it'd get better by updating my anti-virus and regularly scanning the com. Right.
It became super unbearable when my dvd's had problem playing and it would be tersekat-sekat "he-chek-llo-chek-i-chek-am-chek-bet-chek-ty-chek-suar-chek-rez-chek..." Can die..! But i suffered it and opted to read the subtitles instead. Some friends said its impossible for a virus to affect the hardware, so i went and spent RM12 on a dvd laser lense cleaner and guess what, it didn't solve the problem.
With my computer hopelessness, i knew i had to either send it to the shop or see if any of my pals could help out. Thank goodness for friends... =)
I figured, just reformat and start from scratch. CNY first day i burnt my photos onto a total of 9 cd's and said bye-bye to everything else. Why didn't i save my stuff on an external hard drive or dvd, you ask? Cause i dont have an external hard drive or dvd burner, simple. In a way it was a huge relief to lose all my stuff cause my lappy was probably bogged down with unimportant files anyway. Only thing that saddens me is the loss of all my music, cause i had quite alot. But oh well...I kept my Mark Schultz so isorait.
Thank you Joseph L. and Brother Su! My IT guru's- ohmmm...ohmmm.....ohmmm...
Now i just gotta make sure NO freakin virus comes and attacks my clean baby and puts me through such nonsense again.
AVG, i depend on thee!
My suffering is over.
For about a month now, well- several months actually, my laptop has been dying a slow death. It had cancer and everything was shutting down, yet i was in denial. Hoping it'd get better by updating my anti-virus and regularly scanning the com. Right.
It became super unbearable when my dvd's had problem playing and it would be tersekat-sekat "he-chek-llo-chek-i-chek-am-chek-bet-chek-ty-chek-suar-chek-rez-chek..." Can die..! But i suffered it and opted to read the subtitles instead. Some friends said its impossible for a virus to affect the hardware, so i went and spent RM12 on a dvd laser lense cleaner and guess what, it didn't solve the problem.
With my computer hopelessness, i knew i had to either send it to the shop or see if any of my pals could help out. Thank goodness for friends... =)
I figured, just reformat and start from scratch. CNY first day i burnt my photos onto a total of 9 cd's and said bye-bye to everything else. Why didn't i save my stuff on an external hard drive or dvd, you ask? Cause i dont have an external hard drive or dvd burner, simple. In a way it was a huge relief to lose all my stuff cause my lappy was probably bogged down with unimportant files anyway. Only thing that saddens me is the loss of all my music, cause i had quite alot. But oh well...I kept my Mark Schultz so isorait.
Thank you Joseph L. and Brother Su! My IT guru's- ohmmm...ohmmm.....ohmmm...
Now i just gotta make sure NO freakin virus comes and attacks my clean baby and puts me through such nonsense again.
AVG, i depend on thee!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Ipoh Mari
I'm finally visiting Ipoh properly.
The last time i came was when Sam drove down from Penang and we made a quick pit stop in search of his childhood memory - custard. Which was unfortunately sold out.
Anyway, today after missing my 7.45am bus with Li Yee, Jet and Kevin, and having to leave at 9am alone, i arrived around lunch time. I met up with the rest and Kian Mei drove us to Ipoh Old Town, a coffee shop called Thean Chun.
Things we ate :
Beef Noodles. I"m not a fan but the others liked it. The bits of beef were very brutal and 'raw', not that it wasn't cooked, but roughly cut and had fuzzy bits in it. Kevin liked the fuzzy bits so i guess its a thumbs up for people who eat stomach and liver etc.
Popiah - I ordered it and it was ginormous! Longer and fatter than any i've had back home. Taste wise twas good, nothing special but not un-nice.
Chee Cheong Fan - Kevin ordered this and its special cause it has ''the popiah isi rolled up inside''. I liked it very much. Worth ordering.
Finally, Satay Babi - Okay. Honestly, i thought i was eating normal chicken satay. So did the rest except for Jethro but he didn't tell us. Only hours later when i called Kok Choong (who didn't wanna meet me claiming a wedding dinner to attend, but who has wedding dinners on Monday nights!? WS agrees with me.) did he say go try the babi satay and we realized we ate pork. Quite cool wan, the man just plonks the plate there and later counts how many sticks you eat.
I'll fast forward to dinner, getting sleepy.
I dunno where it is but Kev took us to eat seafood - woo hoo! Its called Nam Kew where the front of the coffeeshop has several different stalls and the back the seafood, fried mee stuff.
We were joined by Chris who was journeying down to KL and he made a brave detour to find Kevin's house to meet us. Our dinner was butter fried sotong, lala, balitong, hor fun, fat black noodles and lots and lots of...
...chicken wings! It was the bomb man, i started with one, then another and ordered another. I lost count of how many Chris ate. But it was really, really good!
Simply irrisistable! If it weren't for budget, i'd've probably whacked more.
Before i forget, this pic is for my buddy Samuel, whom i called to gloat and to tell him i was eating his beloved...
custard!
The last time i came was when Sam drove down from Penang and we made a quick pit stop in search of his childhood memory - custard. Which was unfortunately sold out.
Anyway, today after missing my 7.45am bus with Li Yee, Jet and Kevin, and having to leave at 9am alone, i arrived around lunch time. I met up with the rest and Kian Mei drove us to Ipoh Old Town, a coffee shop called Thean Chun.
Things we ate :
Beef Noodles. I"m not a fan but the others liked it. The bits of beef were very brutal and 'raw', not that it wasn't cooked, but roughly cut and had fuzzy bits in it. Kevin liked the fuzzy bits so i guess its a thumbs up for people who eat stomach and liver etc.
Popiah - I ordered it and it was ginormous! Longer and fatter than any i've had back home. Taste wise twas good, nothing special but not un-nice.
Chee Cheong Fan - Kevin ordered this and its special cause it has ''the popiah isi rolled up inside''. I liked it very much. Worth ordering.
Finally, Satay Babi - Okay. Honestly, i thought i was eating normal chicken satay. So did the rest except for Jethro but he didn't tell us. Only hours later when i called Kok Choong (who didn't wanna meet me claiming a wedding dinner to attend, but who has wedding dinners on Monday nights!? WS agrees with me.) did he say go try the babi satay and we realized we ate pork. Quite cool wan, the man just plonks the plate there and later counts how many sticks you eat.
I'll fast forward to dinner, getting sleepy.
I dunno where it is but Kev took us to eat seafood - woo hoo! Its called Nam Kew where the front of the coffeeshop has several different stalls and the back the seafood, fried mee stuff.
We were joined by Chris who was journeying down to KL and he made a brave detour to find Kevin's house to meet us. Our dinner was butter fried sotong, lala, balitong, hor fun, fat black noodles and lots and lots of...
...chicken wings! It was the bomb man, i started with one, then another and ordered another. I lost count of how many Chris ate. But it was really, really good!
Simply irrisistable! If it weren't for budget, i'd've probably whacked more.
Before i forget, this pic is for my buddy Samuel, whom i called to gloat and to tell him i was eating his beloved...
custard!
Friday, February 01, 2008
Ghost Busters
For the past 2 weeks there's been one thing, and one thing only catching the attention of all the USMers...
Orang Minyak.
I have gotten so annoyed with all of it, that whenever i hear it being discussed i have to consciously press my lips together and keep myself from telling those how i feel about it, and them for freaking out over it.
So here's the story.
Some time last week news got out that a girl was raped by an Orang Minyak. Problem is, its one of those things where the stories never match up with the other stories that go around. Within a couple of days, people were saying 'rape' happened in Bakti, Cahaya, Restu and Tekun - 4 of the hostels around campus.
The OM (as he is now affectionately called) is a man who covers himself in black oil, runs around in his underwear and dabbles in Black magic for his powers. In order to become invisible (i think) or more powerful, he has to rape 44 or 100 virgins. The details vary each time people discuss it.
Not only that, he is supposedly able to walk through walls and come in through key holes. Hollywood should think about casting him in Heroes, they'd save on CGI.
Many, and i mean a LOT of girls have gotten super freaked out about it to the point of shifting out of their hostel blocks, sleeping with the lights on and basically living in fear when the sun goes down.
I am annoyed because every year since 1st year, there's always rumours of rape here, rape there, but never any solid proof or report. Then people say the Uni covers it up. Right. How convinient. All along most of the cases heard i seriously think that its just a case of a guy being caught with a girl, and all hell breaks lose. It crops up, then dies down.
Back to the OM. I believe that people are getting more afraid the more they talk about it. Dah-la you scared, instead of blocking it from your mind you nicely initiate or join the conversations with other people that are afraid and build up on the story by listening to or adding to the so-called latest news about the OM. I'm sorry to be blunt but, use your brain and some common sense for goodness sake.
If you believe he can walk through walls and keyholes, then whats the point in changing any of the usual routine cause he's gonna come in anyway.
And if you think moving to the neighbouring hostel to get away from him...Well, i'm sure he wont mind walking down the road and going through those hostel walls to get his 44/100 virgins.
Not only that, i have had plenty instances where i go to sleep and dream about the days events. So if you've got OM on your mind the whole day, the chances of you dreaming about it are so high. Suria thinks maybe some girls got wet dreams and because of that say they got raped.
A story from a friend of my room mate's friend (yeah- all the OM stories are from a friend of friend of friend) is that she was brushing her teeth that night, and in the corner of the bathroom she saw a small black thing that looked like a cat. She could only see its eyes, and she threw water on it to chase it away but 'it' smiled at her....
Honestly, when i heard the story from Suria, we both burst out laughing so much. In fact, much of our crazy laughter this week has been at the hilarious stories that just get more absurd as the days go by.
Sigh.
I'm not saying that the rape may not be true. However, i'm thinking more on the practical side of it; girls should always be aware of predators. Yes, lock your doors. Yes, dont walk alone at 3am. But these things should be done ALL THE TIME not just when rumour starts going around.
Sarah my coursemate was in HEPP and actually asked them what was their position on the matter. The officer there said that one of the Student Council people got a call from a girl saying she 'kena raba', was touched. But when called back, she didn't wanna answer and hung up the phone. Somehow or another, from there its spiralled to what it is today.
My lecturer says she heard it was started by the people outside campus who want to rent out their apartments, so by causing the scare, people flee to them for a safe place. If thats the truth, then i must say they are bloody brilliant.
So, thats my 2 cents worth. If you read this and are offened, too bad- no one asked you to read. And i'm not even getting into why Christians shouldn't be afraid.
But seriously la.
Come on.
Orang Minyak.
I have gotten so annoyed with all of it, that whenever i hear it being discussed i have to consciously press my lips together and keep myself from telling those how i feel about it, and them for freaking out over it.
So here's the story.
Some time last week news got out that a girl was raped by an Orang Minyak. Problem is, its one of those things where the stories never match up with the other stories that go around. Within a couple of days, people were saying 'rape' happened in Bakti, Cahaya, Restu and Tekun - 4 of the hostels around campus.
The OM (as he is now affectionately called) is a man who covers himself in black oil, runs around in his underwear and dabbles in Black magic for his powers. In order to become invisible (i think) or more powerful, he has to rape 44 or 100 virgins. The details vary each time people discuss it.
Not only that, he is supposedly able to walk through walls and come in through key holes. Hollywood should think about casting him in Heroes, they'd save on CGI.
Many, and i mean a LOT of girls have gotten super freaked out about it to the point of shifting out of their hostel blocks, sleeping with the lights on and basically living in fear when the sun goes down.
I am annoyed because every year since 1st year, there's always rumours of rape here, rape there, but never any solid proof or report. Then people say the Uni covers it up. Right. How convinient. All along most of the cases heard i seriously think that its just a case of a guy being caught with a girl, and all hell breaks lose. It crops up, then dies down.
Back to the OM. I believe that people are getting more afraid the more they talk about it. Dah-la you scared, instead of blocking it from your mind you nicely initiate or join the conversations with other people that are afraid and build up on the story by listening to or adding to the so-called latest news about the OM. I'm sorry to be blunt but, use your brain and some common sense for goodness sake.
If you believe he can walk through walls and keyholes, then whats the point in changing any of the usual routine cause he's gonna come in anyway.
And if you think moving to the neighbouring hostel to get away from him...Well, i'm sure he wont mind walking down the road and going through those hostel walls to get his 44/100 virgins.
Not only that, i have had plenty instances where i go to sleep and dream about the days events. So if you've got OM on your mind the whole day, the chances of you dreaming about it are so high. Suria thinks maybe some girls got wet dreams and because of that say they got raped.
A story from a friend of my room mate's friend (yeah- all the OM stories are from a friend of friend of friend) is that she was brushing her teeth that night, and in the corner of the bathroom she saw a small black thing that looked like a cat. She could only see its eyes, and she threw water on it to chase it away but 'it' smiled at her....
Honestly, when i heard the story from Suria, we both burst out laughing so much. In fact, much of our crazy laughter this week has been at the hilarious stories that just get more absurd as the days go by.
Sigh.
I'm not saying that the rape may not be true. However, i'm thinking more on the practical side of it; girls should always be aware of predators. Yes, lock your doors. Yes, dont walk alone at 3am. But these things should be done ALL THE TIME not just when rumour starts going around.
Sarah my coursemate was in HEPP and actually asked them what was their position on the matter. The officer there said that one of the Student Council people got a call from a girl saying she 'kena raba', was touched. But when called back, she didn't wanna answer and hung up the phone. Somehow or another, from there its spiralled to what it is today.
My lecturer says she heard it was started by the people outside campus who want to rent out their apartments, so by causing the scare, people flee to them for a safe place. If thats the truth, then i must say they are bloody brilliant.
So, thats my 2 cents worth. If you read this and are offened, too bad- no one asked you to read. And i'm not even getting into why Christians shouldn't be afraid.
But seriously la.
Come on.
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