tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36620534558118616322024-03-13T16:30:05.193+08:00Coloured Subtitleschingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-84476521119010883702010-03-10T20:00:00.002+08:002010-03-10T21:06:31.502+08:00Being excitable<div>Before i begin, let me say that i'm amused that some people actually placed adverts on viagra in my post about growing old...haha...nah..i'm giving them too much credit..i actually deleted more than a dozen of them on my blog but somehow missed that one. so now, my blog comments are moderated. </div><div><br /></div>okay so I've been playing the sims 3 a lot these days and the one quality you can choose for your sims is 'excitable'- which i find amusing. So if you're excitable, it means that..... you are easily excited...(thank you for judging my IQ based on that statement). But an excitable sim is happy with the smallest of achievements and is easily satisfied! <div><div><br /></div><div>Now makes you wonder how great it will be if we were all excitable.....</div><div><br /></div><div>of course not to the point that one become's annoying la..imagine being excited about electricity, or that you stepped on dog poo or being excited about seeing the clock tick or that a lizard fell on your head (wait...i think i know some people who actually would be....not only the bug-loving people but people who views it as a sign that this is their lucky day and goes to buy a lottery ticket). Though i had lizards falling on my head twice and in my kettle...and lemme tell you.. it was definitely NOT an exciting experience and i've never won a lottery to this date.</div><div><br /></div><div>But imagine if we were all excitable...would this world be a happier place? i mean, i notice that as i grow older, i get more and more less excited at stuff. i used to get excited at going on lifts (so much so that my dad used to drive me to hotels to just ride on their lifts..i loved bubble lifts the most!), and aeroplanes and trains and braids and overhead bridges and i remember giggling when my dad's car went over those yellow strips on the road which are supposed to slow cars down.</div><div><br /></div><div>i mean, imagine feeling that no matter what crazy stuff life throws at you, you can come home and be excited over curry chicken and cabel tv. so lesson of the day is, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">be excited</span>!! Excited people are not only happy but much more fun to be around with! if you find it hard to be excited, well fake it..fake it till you actually feel it! </div><div><br /></div><div>ps- i'm excited that i've finished a post after an absence of god-knows-how-long. </div><div>pss- sorry for the lack of capitalization. it's not a new literary stand i'm taking, it's because i'm lying flat on my stomach while typing and pressing the shift key in this position is uncomfortable. gosh...i'm excited at my laziness..=)</div><div>psss- i know this post makes me sound like i've lost my marbles, but let me tell you with excitement that it is indeed true! =))</div></div>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-55426167231029134122009-11-25T19:12:00.003+08:002009-11-25T19:50:18.721+08:00is this it?if someone were to ask me the one word to describe life in general..<br />my answer would be ..adapt..<br />in retrospect that is what i have been doing all my life..and you know what? it scares the hell out of me thinking that this is all I'm going to do in the future..<br /><br />sometimes i can't help but ask myself..is this it? after the grand drum roll we have been prepared with all our childhood and teenage years..is this it?<br /><br />when was the last time i jumped without caring where i landed? when was the last time i laughed till my stomach hurt? when was the last time i did something kind without telling a soul or expecting something in return? when was the last time i had such a fulfilling conversation with a person that i could smile thinking about it years later? when was the last time i stopped worrying about exams, studies and revision? when was the last time that i was courageous enough to do something that i know deep down inside must be done? when was the last time i liked who i am?<br /><br />*sigh* too long ago... i might sound like an ungrateful brat flooded with pubertal hormones..but i can't help feeling that if things don't change...i'll adapt...and i will change...into someone bitter...someone who can't laugh at a decent joke...someone who can't appreciate the fun of spontaneity...someone who does not dare to take that step... someone who criticizes everything and everyone....and someone who complains and get upset over small things like customer service...<br /><br />i mean...life is MORE than this, right?chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-78776970718196536752009-07-02T13:44:00.004+08:002009-07-02T16:28:56.154+08:00On Boredom and Growing oldI've come to write because...i simply can't think of anything to do..*sigh* what holidays do to a person...haha..but i shouldn't complain. It's so odd isn't it when you get so excited and anticipate the holidays.."Ah! Now for some undisturbed rest" and I came all the way home to realize that rest isn't like a smooth melody sweeping past you, soothing out the stress and leaving you feeling refreshed...<br /><br />Instead what I found waiting for me was...boredom..the blasted old fiend cluthes and hangs on like a worm in the gut. *sigh...just makes me wonder about old people and what they do with their time. I shudder thinking about the prospect that one day I might be those old batty grandmas with hypermetropic eyes and failing sphincter muscles, just staring at everything and nothing as days turn into years. With monthly highlights being visits to clinics and hoarding vitamins and pills while chuckling in greedy satisfaction. Why the obsession over pills and medicine? Well, when you're 75 and over, I guess that is the only thing you can rightfully claim. Something made specially for you, with you in mind.<br /><br />Oh well..I do fervently hope that when that day comes, I'll have someone to go senile with..=pchingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-86367716294625694272009-04-27T10:57:00.002+08:002009-04-27T11:28:22.459+08:00Back to SchoolSigh...sigh...sigh...<br />Lets have a few minutes of silence in respect for our greatest loss:<br /><br />...the demise of semester holidays..<br />I'm still in denial..sigh..I'll be going back to KL next week to start my fourth year. 7 weeks have passed..Can you believe it? It's going to be another tough year, though I hope I won't be as blur as I was starting my 3rd year. At least I know my way around the hospital now..won't get lost that much I hope.<br /><br />Oh well, at least I've got something and someone to look forward to when I'm in KL. =p My interior designer has anounced that my room is ready! I simply can't wait!<br /><br />So what have I been doing during my 7 weeks of holidays you may ask? Well check it out:<br />1. Elective posting<br />2. Loose 10 pounds<br />3. Exercise at least 4 days a week<br />4. Finish my cross stitch<br />5. Go on a vacation<br />6. Continue my guitar lessons<br />7. Learn something fun & try not to look ridiculous ie: dance class, yoga<br />8. Learn to cook<br />9. Go visit national museum, zoo, birdpark<br />10. Spend time with family<br />11. Spend time with significant other...=p<br />12. Learn how to speak Chinese without sounding like I'm cursing in gibberish<br />13. Read up some 4th year stuff<br />14. Earn some money<br /><br />Don't you agree I'm one heck of a person? ....to have planned ALL THOSE and managed to do only my elective (which is not elective at all...it was compulsory), visited the birdpark and no. 11 & 12. Instead, I've lost only 2 pounds, exercise when I felt like it, did not learn anything except the art of doing nothing, spent loads of money and I still speak Chinese like I used to. Hmmph...I should have added no. 15:<br /><br />15. Regret that I didn't do most of the above.<br /><br />Because I always manage to get that one done. You know the saying if you fail to plan, you plan to fail? Well, I don't know about you, but I'm always planning..I even plan to plan. Maybe for me the saying should go something like if you fail to execute, you will be executed...<br /><br />Well, here's a message to all the incoming 4th years who actually read my blog:<br />Try to find the 'fun' in the mundane and if you can't, try to make your own fun! Help each other out, don't fight but gossip more, eat less, don't bully the juniors and be nice to Stella! =pchingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-61754558822178374042009-04-22T17:09:00.003+08:002009-04-22T17:37:25.647+08:00It Doesn't Fit!<div><div>Great..so I've been furniture shopping.. and I'm apalled by how incompetent our furniture industry is. Have you any idea how difficult it is to buy a writing table with just some pre-requisites? As a student, one's writing table is everything! How am I supposed to face it for hours if there was no love at first sight in the first place? So I went shopping with these specs in mind:<br /><br />Length: between 110 and 115cm (the most important thing since I've got a room the size of a rabbit's burrow)<br />Width: between 50 and 60cm<br />Height: should be built for adult humans<br />Material: Wood<br />Colour: Wood-colour?<br />Price: a reasonable, affordable price (and that just means below rm100)<br /><br />Very reasonable don't you think? And I couldn't even find ONE table like that after going to more than 7 shops..=( *sigh...and I even asked the people at the furniture shop whether they could saw off some wood to make it fit. And it seems that it can't be done. What's so difficult about taking 5 cm off the side of a table, revarnish it a little, adjust the legs a little, clean the edges? Hmmph..the way that furniture shop man looked at me was as if I told him to build me a rocket.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327447475380770930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2sYkzdLSwBVChOHG9PEBnCO8x_H3fIj_KcKO4jTCi0oM-DRhWG1OXPongaWplQ6RvzNDskMZDRhjwFozWCL2ItcfQFK5UgA6w2PO5TNVziArEBks7bymZJ0WOj-UtxzsydcI8MdrQgR4/s320/rocket.jpg" border="0" /><br />Oh well, I guess I'll just find a way to make my room bigger. Get rid of the bed maybe. Who needs it anyway? Especially when I spend so much time sleeping on my table..=p</div></div>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-59863821536619545812009-04-19T15:38:00.008+08:002009-04-20T11:00:01.766+08:00The Ugly DucklingPractically everyone has read or at least heard of the story of the ugly duckling. In some ways, many of us can even relate to it. How many people have felt and be made to feel that they do not fit in, they do not belong? We were always told when we were young that we were different, special. But it is against our very nature of being accepted, isn't it? I suppose deep down, every person would prefer to blend with the crowd, have a click rather than to stand out. As the very meaning of being outstanding means- you're always going to have to stand outside; alone.<br /><br />And so this brings me to a new star. Miss <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_Boyle">Susan Boyle</a>. She's 47, way uglier than any hobbit I pictured, but she really can sing. She sang Dreamed the Dream from Les Miserables (I never could pronounce that) at the auditions for Britain's Got Talent. You should have a look at the faces of the audience when she said that she wanted to be a famous singer- as famous as Elaine Paige. And it is an irony how that actually happened- overnight.<br /><br />Her voice was great but what really made me jump in the bandwaggon along with legions of other supporters was how much the song came alive because it meant a lot to her. It's true I wasn't exactly misty eyed, but at the end when she sang 'Life has killed the dream I dreamed' I thought it was excellent.<br /><br />But why is she so famous? Why was the audience on their feet by the time she finished? Maybe deep down inside we always wanted the ugly duckling to become a swan. Perhaps, she does not need Britain as much as they need her. She is afterall, an indomitable symbol of hope and all things possible. And at times like these, we need that more than ever.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326323896601609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbrGDdOWyvNlzBI87Y4wGmYbMZEbh7YoUdCgHhHXfBOjpTx8p_AnDJD_1lOymBqWEeQXgoSuS0Nj6NYAt3VqjNMphfczCW3RbDz7F9VWQpvbHD-LdnIv-l-C4jLZ1m9GAvzZPMJ7jsis/s320/susan+boyle.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here's the link to a video of her performance on YouTube:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY">Susan Boyle 'I Dreamed a Dream'</a>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-91645407814139332662009-04-18T17:42:00.006+08:002009-04-19T15:38:04.427+08:00What a week!<div align="left">I had one of the most exciting week throughout this holiday period!!</div><br /><div align="left">Firstly, YeeMing dropped by to Ipoh and I had a lot of planning to do. I'm sure everyone thinks that the bestest place on earth is your hometown, not excluding myself. But when it's time to bring someone to tour around, it's a different thing all together. I guess it's the expectation that you have to bring them to look, see and touch things. But most of the time, the true beauty of the place is well, the people and those memories, I guess. </div><br /><div align="left">But I think we made the best of it. At the very least, I did not get lost that much. And we even flew a kite! (Actually, it was a smiley kite Caryn and I bought on the way to Tanjong Karang which never flew much..) So we thought of doing it justice and try to fly it in ipoh's polo ground. So despite the very real threat of looking ridiculous as we were both newbies at this challenging sport, we went ahead anyway. And we did it! We flew!!! </div><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325981178531450658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6a4hpljESUNLyhZTk99o30882zClo0W4eGO0gRC6zTdU375Bm-o54NhCz6dow9sVck6k2a9Nw1OdefG8BvPjyDxeuietdWbc5l6mcGbjYWc7NV_vhTbuutIvUmPLjc1eLTZlQXV5JSSA/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"> Smiley was so happy!</span><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left">Next, Yeeming went back to kl and brought the tour guide home as well. It was my turn for a kl trip! Haha..actually I went back because I had to register for my new apartment. After I was almost eaten by the evil office lady and her bungling registration system, I finally managed to get to my new room. No thanks to Mrs. Evil.<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Here are some pics of my new hole:<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325971288820585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1oYBVUcrX1kdioVyohQtOLcCEWcKrz9J_0ouX54I4jqtfL_aePUgdH1qJ_CstxQY4r-8k1nApVxr73FJh2_bNK973-HrlLRm149GcR-KbHlKBpVQXsZU0TQIP1xvoc2SFjv6PA0X-dI/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"> I actually managed to fit a bed, a cupboard, two shelves and a soon to be table.</span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325971292938181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNDuuWjQQwJ4Zyi-n1itqmMjMrDg8kzwbB1ftvFABSYg6PsPg1zoa4-VllPm_u1sn2du8_g5F5GL-rf6aIG2l2mE18p5fTErTnRSgt1POF6QuiGBo4lhmh8sECZiJFkhXDfxriPIEOEQ/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">But.. failed in taking a decent picture. I couldn't even manouvre the camera far enough. The room was too small for a photograph! Lol...i know it's a lame excuse for a terrible shot..but it's true!</span><br /></p><br />A special thanks to Yeeming for helping me with moving all my junk, which i swear is replicating itself. There is no way a person can have so much stuff. And to think I've got to fit it into a roughly 2m by 2m room!<br /><br />The very next day, had an outing with the girls to Sunway Lagoon Theme Park! It was fun despite the fact that we had to carry floats up flights of stairs which gave me a kind of deja vu feeling. All that carrying gave me some buns of steel Mr. California governor would have been proud. Phew!<br /><br /><br /><br />The next day, after so much talk and planning, we finally did it! We went bird-ing. Personally, I liked the bigger ones. Ostriches, emus and casawaries! We even saw a peacock trying to impress one hot chic by shaking it's feathers and making this weird sort of rattle-snake like sound. Which was totally a turn-off if you ask me. The peafowl was of the same opinion. She took one look and left.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325978156368936274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHe4QezyRYmsXzASKBywcLedk-NEcCJwVQDQ48nEtlftCZIZPa3j5kQ7Qsx7yo9ztdWySl3c38VGBcv8mv4HIeTKrqWuiChBB3UqFOC4GbJVgCbSI_ZWNFFk4X3Pd1Hcuc5h9r1G-gXQ/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was being polite so I stayed around for a bit.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br />All in all, I had a blast! Just as an afterthought, anyone who might think of a trip to the bird park, might probably want to bring a cap along...in case of some unexpected surprises from above!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325978161183681810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhrlN__fxQNr0pahyphenhyphenwen9lJCdeRn6QMUzLojYhO4VtoqsQalavLauBnwCEPTZrmo9mAXIBoaBSun5qJAzKwhvKQ_-mtW0g1M5sRKiuStAB8TMwbDrBgYI1jCGoCf5VZvqQDW8ee_zkW0/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" />chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-85504610466823216722009-04-08T22:43:00.004+08:002009-04-08T23:18:59.531+08:00Hot & Cold, In & Out<div><div><div>I love that song. It's bouncy, cheesy, and makes a great pepsi advertisement..i can just see it.. Miley Cyrus holding a can of pepsi saying, do you like it hot or cold? Or would u prefer it in between so that you can get the best of both worlds? =p </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322339033130327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUlIniHJNVKkF_ogB7nouJL3I_S8kx31-f3Hicry1Oi21Tcw4nQQOumj5Aa3A5r9Eusg1-mMZ-C9YLGI-SsIWx67mDibz-nY0J6Hvi2ku_DsGk0Rw0ezxly28agavEb7gHvUfog3V6Oo/s320/hannah+montana.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>And just to salvage my image..i do NOT watch Hannah Montana.. I've got a 14 year old brother you see..and he has friends..who albeit being guys, have this crush on hannah. But my brother..is totally in a different league..he who, thanks to my influence, prefers much cooler shows like Totally Spies! I'm so proud! </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322338472067421506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwGAGaKrEOi0JMXVQWfEUTSaBd-7HQzEvwq0yW1QMDC9RQTHGkCb02mvAQNeWmjBHACH5FnTLIxBW-3hWmJc_QI-Fq3hB5wf3NZ-W9DKRGxGxUhDD56R04aHTSDMveLa7I2MOpVY855c/s320/totally+spies.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Alright, so what's the deal with the title you may ask? Well, my dear readers (which by the way, i am proud to announce that i am not the sole reader of my own blog...=p) the reason behind the title is not a joyous one.</div><br /><div>Have been pretty down in the dumps for the past few days, as i did not earn enough merits to stay in hostel. I now have to move all my stuff to an outside apartment. And as I've just received news from my future roommate, it's in a pretty dismal condition. *Sigh..There is no fan in the single room, and in the double and triple room, you can't even fit desks and cupboards..All of these are placed in the living room. And I went about thinking...how in the world am I going to study with four other strangers in the living room? </div><br /><div>And the sad thing is that most of the time when I'm sad, I tend to drag everyone around me into it. And I hate it. And that's why I've got to brush it off, and say it's okay. But I am scared. *Sigh..And it's not okay. </div><div> </div><div>Well, whatever it is, I'll update my blog with pictures on the new place. Hopefully, it'll look better on screen. </div></div></div>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-14667066683339769512009-04-05T21:58:00.013+08:002009-04-08T23:35:16.689+08:00Elective posting at Malaysia's Association for the BlindHonestly, I never spared much thought for the blind. Except maybe those times when we were forced to play the blindfold trust game where you’re blindfolded and your trusted friend guides you through some obstacles. I never not had that tirade of feelings.<br /><br />It begins with the fluttering of butterflies, which are disconcerted by the ominous darkness. The darkness, so dreadfully absolute. That nagging insecurity, is like a rising tide of dread, so ready to drown and take one under. Because of that, I was almost knocked out cold once... Either that or one of my 'trusted friend' led me straight to a pole.<br /><br />But besides thanking my lucky stars for being blessed with vision, I never really thought about the blind. And so, after much deliberation, my dear and I decided to do a one month elective at the <a href="http://http//www.mab.org.my/">Malaysia's Association for the Blind</a>. The original plan was the national zoo but after being informed that we were given the option to choose whether we wanted to work with the<br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321417957294020866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4gXL75Ds9QxVyScRVWKo4S69jqmgUfgsB6Jv9NJlPCnHhChEBWsBMTCVKS_COHl9uLRtfG5ENpsGxfZJ7I5TY0kP_-jWMlQ3D7CeVyY63MCTr-D_qEU2_QYIMPtYgi-8neM2SYn53Ps/s320/tiger.gif" border="0" /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">tigers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321417977128716402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIda6cPjOuGTlCG-_kmv6w48_F6wJKusshDjDKpD1JGOWsiu9pnYLApJqfGyrISG6AdLP9T8q6cxTpLveBtKeRXmwGDEGL9Hp3bUdGpPiUkPz3OWJj5TDlI0almXF1PUqdLQVlb7FAaYk/s320/bear.jpg" border="0" /> <p></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">or the bears<br /></span>well... we decided that we're not that into animals. Besides, we could always adopt a fish or a dog next time.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321417950998142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYKaw9o9Q-xJPASneQSkkBzbOd2agIRAvm4i-7FUtjGInvhwBOOCArmdIMX2da5D6RvwzZQ6v0qRGoefiLr4lGKeFiH7jE2zYvuAMtOGTHz5FPKffSHkJMEhAYTwrAwGkIgxeK8Y62sc/s320/Fish.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"> less chance of getting mauled, mangled and eaten</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="left"><br />Oh, I just can't resist telling this joke..sidetrack a little but it's really funny! My dad read it online once..<br /><br /><em>okay, so there's the economic recession, people were losing jobs and this man, so desperate for a job came to the zoo.</em><br /><em>Man: Do you have a job for me?</em><br /><em>Zoo manager: Sure. Just wear this costume, swing from branch to branch, make some noise, eat some bananas..you think you can manage that?</em><br /><em>Man: Sure! </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So there it was, the man had a job and did that for weeks. One day though, he swung too far and landed in the lion's den. The man was so afraid and screamed and screamed and..well you get the picture.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The lion was moving towards him and the man was still screaming when the lion said,' Stop screaming! You're going to get us both fired!'</em><br /><br />=))))<br /><br />Okaaay...so back to the story of going to the blind association. We met a couple of retired blind individuals who have been working there during their spare time to earn some extra cash. They are so friendly people who have such good memory, even regarding high school geography! And to imagine that they've never seen a map or an atlas. As we do some work at the library as well, we manage to check out the Braille books. As Braille has to be typed on thicker paper, the books are so thick, that they have to be divided into volumes. Readers Digest is made up of 3 volumes, each about two inches thick. And upon curiosity, I decided to check out War and Peace. 14 volumes, where each volume is 4 inches thick. Carry it around and you have a bullet proof jacket.<br /><br />I take my hats off to them. They never fail to amaze me with ways of overcoming their lack of vision. And I kept thinking to myself, it never even occured to me how they manage to do certain things like:<br /><br />* Have you ever thought how the blind eat?<br />* Or apply makeup?<br />* Or know which train/bus to take?<br /><br />Things that we took for granted. It's ironic how communicating with the blind actually taught me how to see. =) I guess for all my eyesight, I was blind. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">By the way, the library of Malaysia's Association of the Blind is looking for Malay volunteers to help record the Malay novels/books to be made into audio books. </div><div align="left"></div></div>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-71186172616523701442009-04-04T21:31:00.003+08:002009-04-04T21:49:47.826+08:00A White Tiger<a href="http://www.themanbookerprize.com/prize/books/358"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320832179516993202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinva0QETJP5ahFiN3AEYkpze5QYdiDo6Qm2NYdrwGQhIDvluQGkn5CfGjPHPng9GDua9qjBTLzyw3jsNfq9icBwycFiCZmLFSMZwsFEDbYI7qbyyuGT-4kMBr9sNBjd10Mlij229Ip9J8/s320/white+tiger.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just finished this book by Aravind Adiga called <a href="http://www.themanbookerprize.com/prize/books/358">The White Tiger</a>- the 2008 Man Booker Prize Winner. If you’ve enjoyed watching Slumdog Millionaire- and all the depressing social slaughter of the deprived, and the ensuing ‘virtuous’ atrocities, then you’ll enjoy this book. Incidently, it also highlights India’s slums. </div><br /><div><br />The world of our hero, Mr. Ashok is immoral, corrupt, with senseless injustice. But Adiga also writes with a touch of humour. I’m not a person who is usually attracted to dark comedy like this, nor am I particularly fascinated by slumeoples. (the people living in the slums) *hey, Shakespeare created hundreds of words in the English language, I thought I’ll take a feather from his book.*=p </div><br /><div><br />It makes one wonder, for these slumeoples, are they bound to our law? Code of ethics? Well, are they supposed to respect the lives of their masters when they themselves are barely acknowledged as human beings? </div><br /><div><br />But on the other hand, are the people who are at the receiving end of a social system created by individuals solely for their own benefit, are these slumeoples completely innocent of their own miserable destiny, or rather, lack of it? To quote a phrase from the book,<br />“They remain slaves because they can’t see what is beautiful in this world.” </div><br /><div><br />It makes me wonder whether they could have done anything different for themselves. It makes me wonder whether I would. </div>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-83134839690078583462009-03-31T23:35:00.003+08:002009-04-01T00:38:58.831+08:00Going homeAargh...i hate the anticipation..<br />Sigh...home... sometimes I just can't wait to leave...and sometimes, I just can't wait to go back..<br /><br />The long long long wait when you're JUST about to reach home....is so agonizing. The last 15 minutes seems to go on forever. On the bus or on the train, time suddenly decides it needs to slow down. Time, I have realized, is the most inconvenient of enemies. It never moves fast enough when you want it to. And it definitely never moves slow enough during exams.<br /><br />Oh well...<br />Sometimes I just feel like running the remaining distance as it gives me something else to think about...like..how I regret attempting to run the remaining distance. When I take the train back, there is this escalator which is 3 storeys tall- which makes you feel that you'll never get to the top. At the rate that it moves, I can almost feel like I'm moving backwards.<br /><br />After the customary 'I'm home!' phone call - which come to think of it, is a pointless act of trying to surprise my family when they already know what time to expect me..and heralds the inconvenient task of acting surprised on their part, there is the periodic watch-checking session. After some time, one can't stop but wonder why in the world do we have 12 digits for every cycle..Wouldn't time move faster if there were, say, 4 digits? So, it'll be 1.00, 1.05, 1.10, 1.15..and before you know it, it's 2.00 already! =p<br /><br />And when you're finally in the bus/ train station, there is a scramble where everyone looks around for familiar faces.<br /><br />And then there is that smile..=)<br /><br />I'm going back home this thursday! After a month of community work at Malaysia's Assoc. for the Blind...I'll be going home to good food, and great company..which makes the journey home very worthwhile..=pchingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-27704518282025373552008-07-04T20:14:00.008+08:002008-07-04T21:24:02.225+08:00Eureka!<div align="left">There I was, gazing lazily at my vascular notes as it returned my stare with a facetious glance, mocking my motivation. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div>Me: What?<br /><em>Vascular notes: What's the point?</em><br />Me: Don't talk to me..let me finish..<br /><em>Vascular notes: Right..you said that last week</em><br />Me: Well don't put the blame on me..it's not MY fault that you're super boring and complicated..<br /><em>Vascular notes: You're just distracted..</em><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />And on and on it went. It ended in a childish fashion of name calling. My vascular notes called me a sloth. I called him a stack of papers.<br /><br />Oh well...I guess I'll just do it later. I'm a staunch believer that nothing ever gets done before the 11th hour. I've been using the below principle for years and it has worked pretty well for me, I daresay:<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Productivity is proportional to one's level of desperation.</span></div><br />Ahh...such wise words..Though I don't quite think it's original. =p<br /><br />Anyway, I stumbled upon a site showcasing the winners of the <a href="http://realestate.msn.com/improve/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=7780733&imageindex=1">International Housewares Association's 2008 Student Design Competition</a>...and of course their thoughts were waaay better than mine..I'll share some of them here..<br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">This was my personal favourite:</div><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141720245533538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEu7AeqqaSddy-UYYPRnfz2cl_-rZdOVgf3r5PZPRpuAWaTVzgKFvpFTmDxQK7kPoogUugc0JW4qDkLWs-MJ606mKi75Ez5ZqzkxUxS-vLoPZvdASmaiBnqjYVO-O7uuMm56pT_O6Qxw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><p align="center">Honourable mention: Rake N Take</p><p align="left">Inventor: Ryan Jansen</p><p align="left">What it does: Instead of raking leaves into a pile, and then raking them into a bin later, you can now do both raking and dumping them into the bin using Rake N Take. There is a lever which you can pull to grasp all the leaves and just like a fist, throw them into the bin..What genius..Anyone with a patch of grass would love this..</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center">Tied for second place: Kitchen Sync</p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141719266101026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFKbIHSHJ-w6gKvrICRXbGyZ9TgI_FXjCu2RKDAsLK77d7dw6zxC3Pm1BDtvbhNXtRYPCIl97VNILIhnxbayCTAwN4fPnegckJdCJCgkmsklQKKgKGKGg8zNegpIrpS-DB2npT4VTm-k/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Inventor: Noah Balmer</p><p align="left">What it does: I'm going to do this in short sentences. You like to cook. You need recipes. You found them online. They're in the computer. You have to either: a) Print them out (are you really going to kill those trees just to satisfy your stomach?) or b) Bring the laptop down (and spill greasy, syrupy, coloured, chips, juice, ...) So thanks to Kitchen Sync you don't have to do either. This is a device which connects your home network and displys the recipe on the screen. (Plus it comes with a touch screen)..And you can chat with others about recipes..Though, if you're a lousy cook, it does nothing to change that fact..=p</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center">Tied for second place: Opus</p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219141721433175522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKq8ZuV37Mr59bUxY6ilIgbDLjwnRmwo3vgffm7aNPXOfZuxN-Hjrc95ETkrfuNJmB1jnHh4vFVt1-QSt9r0aLLh0b2vr2JkMSIH5QNQKFrf_F-aIqYwJjAqucU-o9gVFpPyT9alwV60/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="left">Inventor: Rick Hagee</p><p align="left">What it does: It's a portable hamper that enables you to hold, carry and load laundry easily. Basically it's a shape-shifter. It sits on the floor, can be folded and can be hung.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="center">AND THE WINNER GOES TO THE ELIZABOWL!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219139448728585266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJSWLkjUcqqpJLUgDrwMEnroQNqoZ0IJj35XB3J75LDhHp1QOMJtxrYkLAgIswnTH_JZeptosOCAKQ8dtDKnu_9cRTQQzJ512SnEqlVhbLANpgwegn0mSSgKGWEv7CxaTSZ9iar8Pbxw/s320/Elizabowl.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="left"></div><br /><p>Inventor: Sarah O'Brien.</p><p><br />What it does: You know the saying one bad apple spoils the whole bunch? Well, this prevents that from happening. You place each fruit in a separate container so they won't have negative influences on each other. Her invention is named for its similarity to collars worn during the Elizabethan period. </p><p>Talk about eliminating peer pressure...</p>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-63452191818083574462008-06-29T18:47:00.019+08:002008-06-30T13:10:14.240+08:00KLue UrbanscapeJust revived this blog of mine and will start blogging religiously from today onwards. (promise!)<br /><br /><div align="center">Anyway, this was where I went yesterday:<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">KLue Urbanscape!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217255005955601730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogm3IAYMnPdCiHnYwhpBesWoUn9lyId-i3BTGVlftNQV712BV68iurkSffhPjem1VWqCCbPZbRDXjGklrvqrs1KzrtXej-SflWdIRNXI01oHX4wiGUFNp56jcnYci1Zkv0DZv313KUTk/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Guests arriving </span><br /><br />Well, it was all thanks to my dear, who managed to get us two tickets from Nuffnang. Pre-ticket sales was RM25 while tickets bought on that day was priced at RM35.<br /></div><div align="left">So basking in the wrath of the mid-afternoon sun, my dear and I set forth towards KLPAC (Kuala Lumpur Performing Arts Centre) . This is located in East Sentul, in an area introducing concept living, where there are apartments, a lake, jacuzzis, ...(though my idea of concept living is simply an area for the rich to enclose themselves and set up facilities they don't even need.) </div><br /><div align="left">So once we stepped in, we were greeted with a rich symphony of colours, sounds and people... (All in line with our true Malaysian spirit of <em>rojak)</em>.<br /></div><div align="center">Just as we were entering, we saw this:<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217280526908682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjziN8QzhBfQHt3hdpxV_q5bB4uCKw0y3KCZFSC0DDjGtZhJkZiEGC9rMIink73uwd_-Vl3tSfPKnZhf65G3s8v56NrjImMjO0776HnWt8Wd2zX-Wyz-MyoW2PF82UPeaPASefObMi_6Xc/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">So what do you make of it?</span><br /></p><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It's a goddess, trapped in every one of us; not allowed it's release..As time goes by, it slowly is remoulded, till it forms an almost indistuingishable mirror of what the society wants it to be. Yet, through some stroke of luck and a glimmer of divine intervention, it will remain always, as it's own...-a symbol of rebellion and individuality. ----> TA DAA!</div><br />Hahha..just kidding. It's a lump or rocks, made more artistic becuse someone had extra pink papers lying around.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217285508415368242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmim34YPNLbLyafYjsmAEtQARwK79-_BViT5LyLHoyalI8MwUigzp_I2SP91gEjraWPpPk3AFqR7lW_IA70SSQUWGzIiRSnuOYrQ0kkwyH98BPbNRaDDSmFJwSIXIQ1vbugIDmr5Col0g/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Me!! posing with some colourful art-work</span><br /><br />And this was my favourite art work of the day:</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217287566884299954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhev9TqRS6ysH9IruwotxYkPuHlEwKXNSPNABAVFwGNJU3bYWdQ3lsM1jGE4Om4qf9OkLIYDFDybX66rGFGEsjwCWsqEvuSZf7PbzJ141eFF1I2KqnXHzp4n0Ah0HxsAa7eRusJ2EpIQzc/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /> Lol..the one below! Don't you agree he's one piece of great art? =p Anyway, the one at the background wasn't bad either.<br /><p align="center">It's called TaPau Nation! </p><p align="left">Really reflects our community, don't you think? =p Plus, it's movable. Kids loved it, we loved it. Now that's what I call art..able to reach out and connect with the lives of others..and not sitting on some no-touch zone, appealing only to the angry and depressed.</p><p align="left">Liked the gallery though, as the art work was arranged in a non-typical-art-gallery-manner. The art-work clashed and harmonized, soothed and irritated, each fighting for attention, each with it's own unique taste, united into a glorious ensemble. The disappointing side was that there were not many art-work up for display..probably a mere 20 at most. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217293524788821330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uYUn9N2iGU-XSFgA-tKrDqxbv84OeszofuBovgz5KDo2r55L6CvMsfby-_9xFNf3lUrIj8YreQryqnHflpLQVq8epolLga09NayIuG0EIYYoftZ9YnwGy5FUiNDuO-DuJND7zpTQ-L0/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /> The art work below is separated from the one above. See what I mean when I said it was an atypical gallery? The work below dictates how the human being is constantly being tied down by rules, restrictions..no matter who or where one was. A nice representation, but it was too random, too un-expressive for me.<br /><br /><p align="left">Then there was the marketplace. It's a place where trinkets, food, drinks, bags, clothes were sold..at a price of course...<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217296294231356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyNSHpZRwk7xMNXzQIyQM5KM3e39uxR44TlVGsszQ9b12nMCOOcELmf3lIzIsaq2SIugI7fWgbmi2uySMIJ6b3PbL7fxMXKEe9duIkKU3AWQn6U0y1x24f4segdWLR7r_uQCP5mRniIw/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /><br />And then I got whizzed to the Land of Oz with colourful flowers:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217296675918415634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL6MfVounmnK3E6rqDi9Vd5FO5TQy-ad3RdBl55MgBqDxLYxSatNfYfUIcOtgK8W1xUkff1lNsZBVzrn0MjdIzEGquCd3etffPyMhJfUwTuHcl2Ej0EkHcX7rHyiX45vKyn4f7czbupog/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" />Nah...it's just my boyfriend trying out funky features with his camera. </p><p>Finally, after 3 hours of sweating and pushing and being pushed, we finally headed home...</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217298556663542626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0I-ffndthyD7jHSZZfSJ5CZrosNUX99DdgPbtB_vdcBdLt6Zp9ncJUW0mFh4AW8CFoK9nY0XdC0RIyGevO2f7m239wh2-5lIQb2NhJwt7_8zT9xqVYYfIE8toFRwXIsveuoADEHOmtk/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" />Goodbye!</p><p align="left">So in conclusion, I learnt that oftentimes, art is defined as a piece of work which you'll have to slowly digest, absorb and think deeply before you get the message. The more confusing it is, the more it will be appreciated. But, on the other hand, there are a lot of 'art' out there with a simple and clear message. A child who spent the whole morning working on his father's day card, a mother arranging a bouquet for her daughter's wedding, a piece of bread shared between two hungry souls, a couple dancing on their 50th anniversary... Those.. don't quite make it to the galleries, but they'll endure in our hearts...</p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">PS: Special thanks to my dear for the pictures, and for saving my blog from plunging into total oblivion and nothingness...=p</span></p>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-50845097255928211552007-05-23T01:48:00.000+08:002007-05-23T01:48:07.390+08:00Cupid StrikesSo fatal, so elusive and so impossible- why then did the human race subject ourselves to this form of modern guillotine? Love is often times a senseless thing. That could probably be the reason why we always love with the heart, and never with the mind. For every child of 10 would be able to tell you that all the heart does is to pump blood. The real culprit, lies more hidden, towards the north, in that secret sanctuary, enjoying a penthouse view. I suppose the brain is reserved more for rational thought, and therefore, as people decided to become a 'Fool for Love' end up with 'Loving you with all My Heart.' But why the heart? We all could have used the bullet on the other god-knows how many organs in our body.<br /><br />1. The heart was probably one of the first organs that was noticed by mankind...along with the stomach and bladder and...intestine. But lets face it, they are waay too unappealing. One stores food, n digests it with acid and enzymes...and that's not the way to treat a lover, i think. The bladder stores waste and excretes it from our body. That definitely sends the wrong signals. And the intestine, absorbs nutrients and excretes unabsorbable solid waste and water. Which is basically saying that you absorb all the good there is in your partner and then when the bank account is high and dry or the mortgage paid off and then it's time to leave the poor fella as dried as an old, preserved prune.<br /><br />2. The heart has four chambers. An average car seats 4 comfortably. And let's face it, who doesn't love cars? Too few, and it's like a race car, too fast and too unstable..someone might get thown out...accidentally, of course. Too many, and it's like a SUV. Which spells family. Which scares away half the population of men.<br /><br />3. Valves. To stop things from going in the wrong direction.<br /><br />4. Cardiac cells. Which do not regenerate. Which means once a relationship has gone sour, someone cheats, the door is closed, there can be no more U-turns. It's strictly a one-way street.<br /><br />5. The heart generates it's own impulses. A relationship should be a positive educational and rewarding experience for both parties.<br /><br />Well, I wonder if the above would get me a job in some women's magazine..Cleo or Her World or some other mag that women read while getting a perm. But in reality, I have often thought love is simply too powerful, too strong a word to be used by mere mortals...even on ourselves. People in love proclaim that they hear angels sing, or sparks fly, or a flame which is so grand that it engulfs the whole world with it...to me, it just sounds as if they've had too much of Nickelodeon.<br /><br /> However, while I was driving around a corner the other day, I had a glimpse- a glimpse of something people around the world would envy. It wasn't a Greek God or an apparition of Legolas, though I don't think I would have minded if it was. It was this old couple, probably in their 70's, huddled under the umbrella for it was drizzling lightly, and the man had his arm over his wife's shoulder while they slowly navigated their way through the puddles. It was the same couple who I see day after day, taking their brief evening walks, hand in hand. And for a moment, just a brief moment, I guess I believed. Those teddy bears and buy5-free-1 rose promotions had a reason to be in business. For ultimately, everyone walks through life like a gambler. We lose and keep on losing...but I guess at the back of our minds (and hearts) , we all hold on to the small chance, so minute, yet so tempting. The chance that maybe, just maybe when we're plagued with athritis and osteoporosis and greying hair and sagging skin and adult diapers, we'll have someone's hand to hold.chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662053455811861632.post-30162480673392387532006-12-12T16:53:00.000+08:002008-06-29T16:56:04.376+08:00Finally<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I finally managed to hack into my account after an hour of labour. And guess what? I found out I actually have two accounts, registered under different email addresses. That was why it took me so long. I had to figure out my email passwords as well. Why didn't they tell me sooner? Geez. Technology. You would've thought that they'd created some programme for people like me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And so I'm finally here. It's been awhile since I last wrote something other than academic stuff so I reckon I'm extremely rusty. So first post, first day. Haha..I'm having some time off my studies thanks to the end sem break. My first semester in ukm has been...well... eventful to say the least.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">First week</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- TORTURE in 3M</span><br /><em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The biggest challenge. Trying to fit in. I can still remember vividly how I spoke almost 20 words in one day! And I was so afraid I'll go mute. Gosh. All I heard around me was Mandarin and Malay. I tried to learn a little bit but it was weird. I felt so homesick for my friends in Ipoh if not for my beloved hp, I think I woudn't have survived. And I think around the 4th day, guess what? I heard ...to my amazement English! So I did what any sane human being would do. I turned around, faced the people stuck out my hand and introduced myself. Haha...and life was so much better after that. </em><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Second week</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Almost death in Ulu Sepri<br /><em>Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. (Thanks YeeMing ) But, but...though the jungle trek was scary. (I fell a couple of times and had to hold on to a tree and there was a ravine right below!) The greatest horror was the lack of network. No connection. Can you believe it? An entire week without any knowledge of the outside world. And I survived it all. I'm so proud of myself. *applause* =p</em></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">First month </span></em></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em>-</em> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Nightmare with the C<br /><em>My first formative assessment. Aaaarggghhh...I was so super blur with the new material and exam format (a more distinguished way to say that I was very bodoh) that I managed the unmanageable. I got a C. When I told my fwens here in Ipoh, they laughed at me! Hahaha... But it was a good learning experience. At least now I know it can't get any worse! </em><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">After that</span> </em></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><em>-</em> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">It wasn't that bad<br /><em>Life finally begins! What with amazing buddies like my roommate, Jean, Ru Hui, Yan Chin, Poh Jeann, Su Yan, Si Ling, Sze Wern, Sharen, Rou Yun, and the whole row of 4th floor, block A, KTSN! Starting to get used to communal bathrooms and toilets, though the more in depth discussion on these issue would be elaborated in my next post. And I....well....I.....just have one major complaint, besides the lack of internet connection, no mamak stalls, terrible, unhygienic food.....i just can't stand the CATS! Cats, cats everywhere. Cats on your slippers, cats in the bathrooms, cats in dustbins, cats on the corridors, cats in front of your room, cats IN your room, cats in your most scary nightmares, cats when you wake up, cats when you sleep, cats in your hallucinations in between pages of pharmacology, cats, cats.....and...did I mention, cats? </em><br /><em>In conclusion, life here in ukm...is not really that bad..In fact, I'm actually beginning to enjoy it..=p</em><br /><em></em></span>chingyeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05417604433074566998noreply@blogger.com0