Irritation Bug Infection

Lately, everyone seems to be infected by the ‘irritation bug’ causing us to get irritated more easily than usual.

I think my symptom appeared a couple of weeks ago and it is getting more severe with each passing day.

So, yea, someone please find the cure to deliver all of us away from this peculiar disease.

To all my infected friends out there,

Hang on….

Help is on the way

(I wanted to blog about 1) something really nice & sweet I receive from a kind and super caring friend, 2) some assurance I think I should give to someone, but haven’t had the chance to…tomorrow bah)

Random Post

I wonder why?

I have so many positively inclined thoughts to be penned down but somehow they never find their way through to my blog. And yet, those negative insights lingering within my mind will somehow end up being posted.

Funny eh? The only explanation I can think of thus far is that, positive thoughts can be put off but my negative thoughts need to be expressed out before it can be eliminated.

Poor readers of my blog, have to put up with all those negative comments.

Anyway, below are lists of some of the most recent positive comments I have to share but didn’t manage to post.
1) I went out for a fulfilling movie outing with my two ‘future best friends’ on Deepavali day. We enjoyed ourselves there. Plus, I went there with my sis and cousins. Their company throughout the journey to Midvalley was a real blessing J
2) I attended a very interesting lecture today. A very insightful one indeed.

That’s all I can remember for now. Will elaborate on the two uplifting experiences if possible

Nitez!!!

I Don't Understand

I really don’t understand. What’s wrong with being understanding? Do you like it more for me to be demanding? Not reasonable? Impulsive? I am not saying that I do not possess those personalities but I have been trying hard to be a considerate girl and now you want me to be the opposite?

I hope you can get the facts straight before consulting me the next time. Think of what you want. And don’t confuse the both of us.

Thank you

First Ever ‘Orang Asli’ Trip

Yesterday was my first trip to the ‘Orang Asli’ settlement in Kampung Batu, Pahang. The journey started officially at about 9.45a.m from SS15, Subang Jaya after some unforeseen delays. Three quarters through the way, we stopped at about 12pm to get a dose of the infamous pork wan tan mee in Sang Lee Village, Pahang. After satisfying our hunger pangs, we continued on our journey to Kampung Batu, traveling off-road in four wheel drive vehicles. The road was rocky and bumpy but we manage to reach our destination without much obstruction.

Our destination, Kampung Batu

Once there, my cousin Esther and I waste no time and toured around the little ‘village’ under the guidance of Mr. Leong Kok Wai, our ministry team leader. Our first destination was a little ‘Atap’ house five steps away the community hall (a hall built by our church members for the villagers to gather around during events and fellowships) housing a little ‘Musang’. It was so tame and cute that Esther and I had to play with it.

The cute little 'Musang'

Front and up-close view of the cute creature

Awww... How sweet and cosy too.

After enjoying ourselves with the lovely ‘Musang', we continued on our little tour.
We went as far as the waterfalls the villagers use to wash themselves up. The kids were having their weekly bath when they saw us. They were so shy in our presence they started to shatter away, hiding as soon as we approach. It was a hilarious scene, really.

The waterfalls where the kids were bathing

We had lunch together with the villagers (yes, the wan tan mee was just an appetizer), joining into their conversations, trying to break the ice. The villagers were particularly shy with Esther and I, as this was the first time we were introduced to the community.

After lunch, a few of us continued with the kids’ coloring class. At first, the boys were really shy and refused to talk to me. But in the end, they start to lift up the barrier bit by bit. A good start I shall say.

Me and some of teh kids at the 'coloring class'

After the class, we bid goodbye to the villagers and continued on our journey out of the village to Bentong hospital to visit baby ‘Elijah’, a strong willed toddler who was down with cough. I get to try my hands on the four wheel drive on our way out. Not the entire journey, just the less bumpy roads but it was a good start. Besides, I got good comments. So happy :). Didn’t know driving a 4WD off-road was that challenging and fun.

A log we have to pass through. Cool!!!

Ever imagined me driving this vehicle? I just did :)

After visiting baby ‘Elijah’, we moved on to our final destination, ‘makan place’. Had a luxurious dinner and off we go, back to our home sweet home. We reached SS15 at 9pm and called it a day.

It was a fun and exciting day for me. Longing for my second ‘OA’ trip :)

Advanced excitement

Wee….

It’s already October 23rd.

My birthday is in one month’s time.

A time to commemorate and rejoice.

Happy Happy Happy.

My God, Your God, Our God

My God is so big,
So strong and so mighty,
There’s nothing my God cannot do.

Love you loads Lord….

Abba Father….In you I seek solemn and peace…

Give Me A Break!!!

Gosh!!! What on Earth did I do to deserve this?

How immature can one be?

I am not commenting on today’s incident because I don’t know for sure the actual event that takes place but I still believe it’s both parties to be blamed (based on my observation)

But I am talking about the cumulative events that happen.

God, I am only human. If you want me to solve THESE predicamentS, please give me the wisdom to. They are too complicated for your poor servant.

Love you God!!!

You are the best.

No one can compare to you. I stand in awe of my FAITHFUL GOD!!!

Miss Couldn’t Care Less

Here I am, stuck in the library with the noble intention of finishing off my assignments and free myself from the Miss Last Minute guilt.

As much as I wanted to, I must admit I am someone who gets distracted easily. Guess my auditory processing cortex is a little bit more sensitive than that of normal humans (Is that a good thing?)

Sitting beside my table are two lasses, heavily indulged in their juicy gossips about people around them. Not that I am a nosy person to begin with but my extra-sensitive auditory nerves keep firing impulses to my brain to be processed and so, involuntarily, my ears joined their conversation.

Despite trying hard not to be distracted, my concentration is undoubtedly diverted by conversations I have zero interest in (I am serious though it may sound contradicting), praying that they will finally realize library is not a place for gossipmongers. LoL.

To all my college mates randomly scattered around this building or beyond, all the best in your assignments or studies (we have exam tomorrow…Noooooooooooo!!)

DESSERT our way to reversing 'STRESS'

With loads of assignments pilling up and midterm around the corner, all of us (Bpsych students) are stressed out to the extreme limit.

But no worries, aid is on the way.

Professor Grace is here to suggest an easy way out to eliminate all the intoxicating stress accumulating inside us.

TAKE A BREAK, HAVE SOME “DESSERTS”

Yes, DESSERTS. That’s the key word.

Sounds too simple? Well, I have some rationale explanation to support my hypothesis (Hehe, PSY105 addicted)

1) Desserts are sweet and eating sweet delicacies has been proven to enhance one’s mood. In another word, eating desserts make us HAPPY. The happier we are, the less stressful we will be :P

2) If u take the word STRESSED and reverse it, you will get the word DESSERTS.
STRESSED ~ DESSERTS.
Remarkable ay?
The instruction is simple. Reverse STRESSED into DESSERTS and eat it up. Then you will always be stress free and dessert-ful. ~ho-ho-ho~

SUPPORT SIMPLICITY :o

Aftermath Report

Everyone,
Ignore my previous post. It’s fiction. Man-made. How can a girl as jovial as me wrote such an emotional post? Hmmmmmm, whoever used my blog to post up misleading posts…you better surrender yourself and I will consider forgiving you :P

Anyway,
Remember I said something about an aftermath report on the post dated Oct 9th (Emo Queen is Back?)
So, as promised…

Ya, I did survive. As usual. Cause God loves me :)
Arghh, I am so blessed.

Sorry...

So many things happening, so many thoughts swarming my mind, so many stuff to cater to, so little time to stop and ponder, so many tendencies to hurt someone inadvertently and I just did. Way to go girl.

Can’t believe the first post about us is an apology post. There is so much that I wanted to express, so many touching scenes. And yet, all I can say now is ‘I am Sorry’.

Actually, I don’t think you are the only ONE I hurt, there is someone else. And I bet he knows I am referring to him (if he ever reads this post)

Why do I keep hurting people that are dear to me? People who cared for me with all their heart. Am I born to ruin people’s life? Will I ever stop stinging people’s fragile heart?

To You:
I am sorry, sorry, sorry. Besides this, I don’t know what else can and should I say. I can’t believe I made you cry. This is ridiculous. I think you made the wrong choice. A bad choice. A choice you should never have opted for from the very beginning. Don’t you think it’s time for you to reconsider your values again? Distinguish what’s worthwhile from what’s not?

To Him:
I am sorry too. Yea, I read your PM. Yea, I read your touching posts. Yea, I am aware of your feelings. Sorry for acting as if nothing happens, sorry for being so selfish and greedy to try to keep you as a good friend despite knowing that it will only bring you tremendous grievance. Sorry.

To Myself:
What are 'you' crapping about? I think 'you' have transformed into the ‘Crapping Queen’.
Irritating, selfish little crapping Queen. LOL

Happy Birthday Daddy

Elo everyone, I am finally back.
Miss me?

Yesterday was a really special day for my family and I.
It was my dad’s birthday.
Although both my sis and I are down here in KL, not being able to celebrate this joyous occasion together with our beloved ‘daddy’, I believe he had a great time with my ever so lovely Mum.

Honestly speaking, I do not share an intimate relationship with my dad.
However, deep inside my heart, I still appreciate all the sacrifices he made for the family, all the effort he invested to be a dedicated and caring father and all the sweats he shed to provide a decent living environment for me and sis.

Dad, no matter how far apart we may seem from each other, both physically and emotionally, I just wanted to exclaimed, I Love You. Happy Birthday Dad!!!

Welcome to My Life

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever want to run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

Emo Queen is Back

Sigh, here I am, loitering in front of the computer for hours, being unproductive, thus rendering my skipping class effort to finish up my assignment completely to waste (please don’t tell my parents). I don’t know how much of my brain cells are left alive, maybe about one eighth of them? Nonetheless, these pathetic remains of my brain are still sufficiently workable for me to produce this crappy post to rant and complain and make everyone who reads it absolutely disgusted. Oh my God, I don’t even know what am I crapping in here. Just feel like crapping and crapping and crapping.

BUT

I will survive!!!

Stay tuned for my aftermath report

To be continued …

Always in My Heart

Since I am still in the refractory period, i.e : desensitized to the extent of completely not being able to work on my pilling up assignments, I decided to write a post in dedication to one of my close friend, Daniel Teoh whom I hope are now save in the arms of God.

Despite being 25 months younger, Daniel has always assumed a very protective role over me even from the very beginning of our acquaintance. It could either be his natural inclination as the eldest in the family to look after his girl friends or me appearing weak and fragile (though I am not in actual fact), conning him into thinking that I really needed his care. I guess both reasons are pretty valid.

There are lots of sweet memories being shared between the two of us and it is not easy to accept the fact that he is gone (although it has been 2 months now), especially when he is just so young. Not even 21.

Pretty often, I find myself trying hard to retrieve the memories of our last conversation together. How did it go? Did I say something hurtful to him unintentionally? Suddenly, every single word that came from me during that last earthly conversation we shared became very crucial. But no matter how hard I tried, the memory seemed vague. It upsets me a lot but it also gave me a very important message, a lovely word by the name of 'appreciation'. To appreciate all the lovely souls God sent to bless me, those who are still close at heart and at psyche as well as those who seemed distant away. To childhood friends as well as newly formed acquaintances.

To everyone who is reading my blog now, I love you no matter who you are.

To Daniel, memories of you will always exist, safely kept deep in my heart, no matter where you are. Thanks for such a wonderful friendship, my dear friend. Missing you always.

Thanking all my lovely caring friends

Like I said, I really am blessed. I put up a post about what I have been doing lately with no intention of proclaiming to the world how stressed I am lately (seriously). But then, all those concerned nice friends of mine are sensitive enough to sense it (not that I am excessively stressed, just a little) and pampered me with scores of soothing and encouraging words. Just wanted to say thanks especially to Jun Min and Mun Yeu, the two little close friends of mine that are experiencing some degree of stress themselves. Cheer up and ganbatte. We shall fight off stress together!

Me, Myself and I

Hie hie, was feeling bored so decided to scribble a few words into my blog today. Hmm, let’s see. What did I do today? Well, I slept, woke up, travelled back to my aunt’s home, spent some time together with her, ate lunch, spoke to my mummy, daddy and sissy, slept again, woke up, did some chores, ate dinner and feel sleepy again.

Simply put, I experienced the life of a PIG today. One day in the world as a PIG. Not bad. But now it’s time to step back into reality and work on my pilled up assignments.

Hmmmm, I think I am all geared up after the essential rest. Here we go! Vroom….

To all my dear batchmates out there (both new and old), ganbatte kudasai ne !!!!!

Hie I am Back

Oh my, can’t believe I have not been blogging for almost two months now. Kinda pathetic wasn’t it? Considering all the excessive thoughts that are storming my mind right now, waiting eagerly to be expressed out. So many monopolizing thoughts, so many different stories to tell, I am seriously getting lightheaded. Hehe. Nevertheless, I have this interesting story to share about how merciful and passionate our heavenly father is as he has always been.

Lately, there is a lot of matter that has been keeping me real busy, occupying a large chunk of my time. I was so busy until I totally lost count of the days, mixing up weekdays with weekends. Honorably, I have been accounted by my fellow group members to make an important call to a welfare home (for our group project) seeking to clarify some important issues yesterday. And due to my crazy schedule, I totally forgot about the task and fail to make the call. There I was, laying down happily on my bed after an eventful day, knowing that everything will be fine when I open my eyes the next morning after sharing a long and intense ‘personal time’ with God, completely ignorant to the unaccomplished task.

So, when I open up my eyes this morning, welcoming yet another wonderful day, memories of the assigned duty came back to me and I was terrified. Oh no, the welfare home is closed on weekends (to phone calls) and the proposal paper is due on Monday. What should I do? As I was pondering on my carelessness, I suddenly remembered that I manage to get hold of the person in charge’s personal contact number through persistent request. However, I threw the paper housing the crucial information after being able to speak to him through the general line as I do not want to violate people’s privacy unnecessarily.

As a last minute deviant resort, I drove back to ss2 all the way from Subang Jaya and search through the huge bag of garbage outside the house. Through his grace, God enabled me to locate the paper. Feeling blessed, I thanked God repeatedly and hurried into the house to make ‘the call’. However, the call was unanswered even after a number of attempts. Feeling slightly discouraged, I went online and starting chatting with some close friends to cheer myself up while thinking of a backup plan. After about an hour, I decided to try again and guess what? He picked up the phone and answered all my queries. Now, we are back to square one and the proposal in on its way. Thank you Lord. I love you.