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2006-11-20T18:23:00.000+08:00

I've *updated* to blogger in beta. I can't seem to keep the same link..

So my new blog is www.tabbydlim.blogspot.com

Won't be using this blog anymore but will keep it here for old time's sake, yea?

Goodbye.

Watcha' Really Thinkin', Huh?

2006-11-19T22:56:00.000+08:00

Typical question, typical answer, typical, trypical, typical.

Everyone knows that the world would be a very, erm, not peaceful place to live if we could all hear the thoughts of others. (I'm groggy. All my vocabulary is thrown out the window now) I mean, you don't even have to imagine it to know that it won't be..er...good.

Right.

So what am I really thinking now?

It's 9 degrees in Cambridge. Poor kor.

I mean, really, REALLY thinking?

Headache... streamyx merajuk...what happened to my vocab-

Okay, no point asking me what I'm really thinking now since I'm so frazzled and groggy-like. I sound like i'm experiencing jet-lag. Ha.

Anyway, the point is, one fine day, I happened to stumble upon something that a guy was thinking of and I was absolutely shocked at what guys can think of. Which made me quite uncertain about guys out there in general. They may look like very nice, good, 'holy' kinda guys but once you enter their realm of secret thoughts...fooh. The only thing 'holy' would have to be their old shirts.

Albeit, not all (thankfully..) guys are like that. I'm very sure my brother's not like that and a few other friends of his (just to prove i'm not being bias here) but seriously, I am absolutely scared out of my wits at finding out a few of the disgusting thoughts that guys can think of.

Like, ew.

I felt pretty nauseous the entire day after that and well, yea. A big eye-opener. Makes you less naive, eh? Makes me kinda sick too.

So... watcha' really thinkin', huh?

Mini Marvel

2006-11-17T19:58:00.000+08:00

Yesterday my mom swapped her accord with Aunty Sook Yee.

Well, yesterday I was happily watching 13 going on 30 (again..it was on HBO) and it was coming to one of the best parts....

...when the doorbell rang.

My mom was shouting from the outside shouting for me to open the door and I very unwillingly tore my eyes away from the TV screen and looked outside.

And when I looked outside my eyes became even bigger and I saw an electric blue mini cooper!! My mom (who's dream car is a mini cooper) was ecstatic and she ranted off in a torrent on how nice it is and how it fits her and how cute the car was and wasn't she small and wouldn't it be better in red though? So she dragged my dad and I and we went on a spin in the car.

I am absolutely sold. I love that car!!

It was soooooooooooooooooooo cool. Everywhere we stopped, some guy would look at the car, and there were these really nice interiors..

But of course, when it comes to actually buying it..that's another story. Quite a sad one too.

:(

But one can dream of course... :)

Weird Revelation

2006-11-13T23:53:00.000+08:00

I was just thinking about some of the weird things I do and I just had a revelation.

When someone annoys me when I'm doing my prefect duties, I speak very, VERY, unbelievably fluent Bahasa/Malay to that person. In a torrent. And believe me, it is very fast and fluent.

Albeit, I haven't been annoyed for a long time so I guess my Bahasa has sort of, er, degraded.

Another weird revelation is I adore advertisements when I'm overseas. I remember sitting in my uncle's house in Australia, transfixed on the screen advertising Pop Tarts and what not. It's like a whole new world to me with all the bright colours and interesting names. The advertising agencies in America, Australia and Canada must love people like me.

Annnnddd....now that I've got me thinking... I cannot stand guys who wear flip-flops with shorts. No wait, flip-flops with anything. Call me a fashion stuck-up or a traditionalist but I really cannot stand it. It's so...floppish. Girls on the other hand, they look better in flip-flops (in my opinion) and so I don't really mind so much.

Anymore?

Oh yea, when I'm really really very happy I sing and hum and jump around and feel fantasticly confident. I even like my hair.

Now, that's weird.

Blessings and Grace

2006-11-12T22:05:00.000+08:00

I am blessed beyond all logical reasoning. I am blessed beyond comprehension. This is so true to so many of us and I often feel so discouraged because I am unable to capture and potray how thoroughly blessed I am.

Do I do it with a picture? Do I dig up the dictionaries and Activators? Do I read more books? Maybe I should learn a bit from Jane Austen. (sure sure...)

Today I had a very awkward lunch which I will not discuss about. All I can say is that it made me feel very awkward and uncomfortable. Albeit the sandwich I was eating was really, really good, I still felt very awkward. But, awkwardness aside, I have come to realise that I have very, very good friends. You definitely cannot easily find friends filled with so much honour, blessings, grace and care anywhere in the world. They are the ones, who so obviously have experienced the grace of God, that keep you in focus and keep you on the straight path. And I can testify that it is only by the grace of God that I have the friends I have. If it wasn't for my dad coming here (to the apparent jungle) I would still be in PJ living a completely different life. I think I'd be hugging everyone I know in camps too. Haha.

I also think that the christian understanding of the Grace of God distincts us from other people and from other religions (oh wait. That's almost redundant) I mean, how magnificent it is for us to believe that we have a loving, personal God who sent His Son to die for our sins? It blows my mind everyday and every beginning of the month. I guess it puts things into perspective, although, sometimes I really forget and my whole perspective is wiped off my mind (Hey, I am human you know), it still is very comforting and nothing else is more assuring and comforting than this.

Preaching and whatever aside, I've been listening to Praise 106.5FM on the internet (I like the advertisments about Pizzas and stuff. Haha) and I've heard a lot of songs I've never heard before, which is really good. This whole post, I guess, can be summed up by one of the songs I heard awhile ago..

Still The Cross

Sometimes it seems the world's unraveling around us

We fear it all may one day come undone

We can't forget the One who came before us

To forgive the past and bring hope for what's to come

When it all comes crashing down

The cross still stands alone

And on this our faith is built

And our courage is made strong

When the world falls apart

And you fear for your heart

There's a tower of peace

It's still the cross

So bring your sick and your poor

And your longing for more

To the place of relief

it's still the cross

There is hope for the lost

It's still the cross

Sometimes it seems that I have been forgotten

I don't know how I will make it on my own

But the One who said I will never be forsaken

He still hears my prayer and I will never be alone

Though the world may not confess

You and Your holiness

One day all will see

You in all Your majesty

And the cross will stand alone

As the place where You made known

Your love for all mankind

Till then in it we'll hide

Not a Very Confident Excerpt

2006-11-11T00:11:00.000+08:00

Seriously, the internet is just too fast. Half an hour after I wrote my last post, someone told me to post the excerpt. Now I could act all rebellious and smirk my way around it but I said what I said, so I'll do what I said I'd do. With a lurch in my stomach and an ignorance to the screaming ("NO! Don't do it Tabby!!!") vibrating and bouncing off the walls of my mind, I present to you an excerpt from 'He Who Ties Them All Together' (Yea, I changed the title halfway. Fickleminded)

*scans through written work and shakes head*

I....don't....think.....I....can....post it out. Oh wait. I think I could post a little bit of something from one of my characters (I've got 5 characters. 3 girls and 2 guys. Oh wait. And another guy too. That's 6 then)

Introducing, Damon Lang (I am not good at names. Seriously) :

He had dark eyes that seemed to dart here and there when he was curious and he
had long legs that seemed to grow longer each and every passing year which made
him look a bit clumsy at times. He had a sharp nose that accentuated his
features. All in all, he was a pretty good looking boy of sixteen.

Annnnd....the excerpt (oh hide me..)

“Once upon a time there was a sick and hungry 16 year old boy who was left behind by his family to vent for himself. He crawled to the kitchen from his upstairs room because he was too weak to walk upright. When he reached the refrigerator, he opened it cautiously for he had a younger sister who had a habit of putting juice bottles in peculiar positions so that it would fall on unsuspecting mere mortals. He glanced into the fridge and was surprised to find that there was nothing to eat or drink save a carton of expired milk and blue cheese. He wailed in anguish and banged the fridge door shut. It was then that he really and truly believed that he was, very, and evidently, unloved by his family. He lived a life of a hermit in a forest in the Bermuda Triangle wishing that one of his family members would come and look for him and love him again. But it was not to be. He died looking out at the setting sun on the beaches of the Bermuda Triangle. The end”

Damon’s mom, Mrs. Lang, stared in bewilderment at the paragraph stuck on the fridge. She sneaked a smile. Ah, her son, the wailing writer, was at it again. This morning, the entire family had gone for breakfast and had left Damon behind because he was in bed with the flu. Mrs. Lang had thought that he had needed a bit more rest so she and her family had quietly gone to the nearby café, the Café Passion, to get some muffins and hot chocolate. Apparently, Damon had woken up and found the house empty, gotten a piece of paper and wrote out his anger and stuck in on the fridge for his mom to see.

Mrs. Lang jumped. She had heard thunder. In seconds, her son, Damon Lang, tall and lanky with a shock of dark brown hair covering his eyes, had ran down the stairs and walked towards his mother. He stood beside her, noting her expression of bewilderment on her face.

***

Yeap that's all I'm ever going to reveal....:) Actually this doesn't show what the whole book really is about so if you're so dead curious, just talk to me. That is just one of the in between introductory scenes that kinda bores people, to be frank. :) Still learning and exploring words and facts, still a beginner.

Insert an Eye-Catching Title Here

2006-11-10T21:07:00.000+08:00

Muahahahhahaha... I am not NaNoWriting.. *nyeh*

Aherm.

My camera is fixed. My gadget of wonder and creativity has been given a breathe of new life and I haven't taken a single picture yet. I am very sad to say, that I didn't even get a chance to enter the Canon competition because I didn't have a proper camera. Poof. There goes that itsy bitsy chance of ever winning an SLR. *how very annoying*

I was writing my NaNoWriMo and I just changed my story. It started out as a sketchy story about differences and similiarities, but I got caught up halfway and the story got a life of it's own. So I had to change the title of the Novel and I myself am held in suspense on what is going to happen next. I call myself, the Inching Author. That is, I write inch by inch and make up the story as I go along. I've got a pretty rough (okay, very rough) idea on what happens in the end though. Will only post an excerpt of my "novel" only if someone asks me. As of now, no one has asked me *phew*, so I shall keep it discreet. Ha.

I'm trying to get everything done by the end of November so I would be able to enjoy ten days of camp without a worry and I'll be able to enjoy Christmas wholeheartedly. I thought I would be able to wear a nice dress and enjoy all the Christmas presentations this year, but, that is not to be. Been asked to dance and do a PowerPoint slideshow. Yay. :)

I better appreciate this Christmas mann... next year I'd be freezing in the north and wishing I was here so I'd better make the most of this Christmas. Fooh.

NaNoWriMo away...

Gasps and Sighs

2006-11-09T20:48:00.000+08:00

I truly and evidently and absolutely hate additional maths, physics and chemistry. If I was forced to learn it and apply it for the rest of my life, I would be depressed for life.

Seriously, I have to force feed myself with propaganda just so I can stand it and so I can bear it.

(Addmaths is fun, physics gives me joy, all hail
chemistry)

Yea yea, it opens doors, maths is the gateway to a lot of careers (all of which I am firmly NEVER going to explore), don't be so ignorant, you sound smart when you know the chemical equation for glucose.. blah blah blah.

I got so stressed out by all the sciences this year I forgot to read good books and thus, my essay writings and command of english just flew out the window. I couldn't express myself anymore. All I could say was..

"I feel like so.. whatever, you know. Like... yea.."

Too much American Disney Channel shows. *shakes head* I myself am amused. And now after the exam I have drowned myself in Appomatox Sagas and John White and the likes, I guess I am getting a little bit of me back. I remembered a long time ago in primary school, I read about 5 books a day (thus the bad eyesight. *aherm*) and well yea, I hated maths even then.

Now this is very annoying. I have tried very very hard to like maths and to do maths with a smile. But I think I'm somewhat dumb (THE HORROR!!) in this area. I hate being stupid. And this year, I have felt more stupid than I've ever felt in my whole life. Ah... woe is me.

But things were very fine and dandy in the math area when I was going for Mrs. Ng's tuition. I cannot believe it, I actually miss her kind of homework. *gasp*

Anyways, yes I'm doing something about it so I shall not complain anymore.. spare me the 'Importance of Mathematics and Additional Mathematics' talks so I will not rebel and be even more stubborn. And by golly, I do know the importance of it.

Moving on to more, *aherm*, enjoyable things, Uncle Kingsley and Aunty Kittie from Canada came to visit my family and they stayed over for 3 days. (They're my parents' friends) Apparently during the course of 3 days, they (my parents and them) have cooked up a steaming plan to send me to Vancouver for Christmas next year for 2 weeks. All I can say is, wow.

At least that's something to look forward to. :)

Time to NaNoWriMo.

Ps: There's this christian radio station called Praise 106.5 that's aired in Vancouver and Seattle that is also aired over the internet. I've heard loads of good christian songs from it already. Real cool. Google it.

Procrastinate Somemore Lah

2006-11-07T13:09:00.000+08:00

I have forgotten about myself and my NaNoWriMo (yes, I feel guilty) because I have been glued to the computer screen, watching full house. (above)

Now I may get a great load of criticism by some parties about the choice of drama I watch and I may also get a lot of very nice discussions with certain other parties.

Which kind of reminds me, I have a lot of friends. Let me rephrase that, I have a lot of different friends. No, that doesn't sound too right either. I have a lot of friends who all have different characters and opinions. Yeap.

Back to Full House (That's the name of the Korean Drama), I am a complete sucker for romantic comedies be it dramas, movies or miniseries or minimovies. Thus the addiction and procrastination of my NaNoWriMo. My mom actually tried to ban me from watching Full House when she came home from work one day and found me glued to the monitor. Well, I said that was preposterous and I continued watching. I guess I am the rebellious one in the family.

Ah well, she wasn't that serious, and neither was I.

Anyways, since I've watched the entire series (and the last episode, twice) I guess I can't procrastinate my NaNoWriMo any longer. Time to write about 3 chapters to make up for all the days I forgot to write. Kind of a joy for me though, but I'll have to memerah otakku to think of something to write.

There's also been this nagging worry at the back of my head, on where I may go and what would happen to me and how I would feel if I left to go overseas to study in 2008. It's a scary thought to be away from home. Especially a 24 hour airplane flight away from home. If I were to go to America or Vancouver. Scary.

There's still a lot of time to *aherm* enjoy Malaysia though. I'll worry about it later.

Yes, I'm procrastinating again, glad you noticed. NaNoWriMo away!

NaNoWriMo

2006-11-01T15:51:00.000+08:00

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Originally uploaded by tabbydlim.

It's too much trouble to mess around with HTML right now so i'll just blog up this picture.

Yes, it's true! I have taken up the challenge to write 50K of words. Whether it'll be comprehensible or not, is another matter.

Fooh. Off to figure out what I'm going to write. I am absolutely clueless at the moment..

2006-11-01T15:08:00.000+08:00

I was just looking at the title of the blog below and I honestly cannot understand why I wrote 'splitting' as the title.

I amaze myself sometimes with my 'blurrifical' antics.

Splitting

2006-10-31T17:12:00.000+08:00

I've currently got one of the worst headaches of my life and definitely one of the most painful stomach aches I've ever endured.

But i'm not thinking about it right after this in the hope that the aches and pains would subside.

God has been merciful and has helped me endure 4 long weeks of suffering. No, not the headaches although I did get some headaches (or rather, migraines) ;but my exams. It has been a whole load of stress on me, locking myself up in the room. What really causes this splitting headache to worsen is the prospect of listening to two most exam oriented (and possibly, driven) people talk on and on about how dumb they are for getting 80%.

Oh someone please shoot me.

What also makes the migraine worse is the fact that I slaved so hard for certain subjects and I know I still won't be seeing an A. Or a B. A C could be likely, a D, almost guaranteed and a big fat F in additional maths..well.. that's as probable as you taking your next breath.

I have a stumbling block. I cannot do maths. I really can't. It's not that I hate it, or it hates me (hmm.. possible tho.. nah) it's just that I lose my focus and memory so fast when I'm completing sums. Of course, I have found the solution to my problem, and that is to change my attitude and shove math propagandas into my head as much as possible. No more Fs next year, for sure. Too long have I stood feeling stupid. Unfortunately, I realised this wonderful solution TWO DAYS before my test.

So yeap. My own fault for not using my brain earlier. Shucks. But I guess it's God's grace that I managed to realise this one year before my SPM. But looking at my record, near major exam months, my grades usually get better. I call this symptom, 'panicking'.

I always find it a great joy to collect exams that are orientated on essays. And it was a comforting thought to find oneself in the top 10 in EST essays after a blow of addmaths. It's sort of like someone punching you and then giving you a pillow. Hehe.

Actually I'm not that upset about my addmaths maybe because I know what to do now. All I'm worried about is that I'll drop a class. My goodness, to get out of B class (that was really really hard) only to drop back to it the next year would be horrendous. Not to mention the fact that this year's B class stands for a big fat boring.

And if I go back to B again, I'll definitely be tempted to study less because there isn't much pressure. When I was form 1, I was placed into the most awful class I've ever been JUST because I was a chinese girl. Being chinese and being a girl gives you great disadvantages in my school.

So I got a B for BM in my UPSR but I got all As in everything else. So my name started with a 'T' and therefore I was one of the last to be sifted into the classes. So there wasn't any 'room' left in the better class by the time they reached my name.

I'm so going to call my daughter or son, Aaly and Aal. Or something like that.

Anyway, I got number 1 in that class without even studying, for the entire year. This mentality, unfortunately, dragged on when I moved to the upper classes. I still got pretty good marks. The trouble only started when Form 4 started. Thus, this is a big push telling me to "wake up and study la you lazy bum!".

Gotcha.

Can't wait till I retire.

Hehe.. but I'm still in a relatively joyful mood now because EXAMS are OVER!!!! Muahaha.

Take care everyone and study hard in upper secondary. Hehe.

2006-10-27T21:02:00.000+08:00

I've been gently reminded through MSN to blog more. Yup. I heard you.

So here goes.

It's been a long long busy holiday with me pushing away the fact that I've still got 3 more papers to go before I am officially free. See, I've been such a good girl, I've forgotten all about my blog! The horror of the after-effects of exams. Not good.

Actually I don't like blogging a lot on blogspot because I am one of the fair few who prefer blogging in Xanga. Now, before you potray to me and give me 99 (or more!) reasons why your blogsite is better than xanga, allow me to view my opinions first.

Number one, it's the first ever blog I made and it's the easiest blog to put up pictures and to edit pictures. Pictures and photography is very important to me when I blog. Over here in this blog, there's this annoying pink border surrounding all my pictures. I know, I know, I could do something with the HTML but I'm not HTML savvy so spare me the drama.

And also, even though your blogsite may be better in hosting pictures... please save it. I'm too stubborn to listen.

I've recently signed up to participate in the NaNoWrimo (National Novel Writing Month) so I've been busy thinking about what I'm going to write up on during the month of November. I just realised recently that there is a lot of 'crap' in my head.

For example, I can create a whole 'crappy' story just by observing something. Pretty freaky. No wonder I frequently get headaches. No creative outlet to vomit all the crap out. Disgusting thought (and sentence) that was.

I think I've been influenced by my dear brother. He's been really busy doing goodness knows what and he had to play badminton when I managed to talk to him. Apparently I'm suppose to be enjoying secondary school because once you get to Uni.... dreng dreng dreng...busy busy busy. No wonder people enjoy retirement. They've gone through it all.

Back to being influenced, I've taken to not blogging so much and wait for inspiration to blog when my brother actually blogs, but that doesn't seem to be going too well since I am here, blogging away. Plus I take it as a daily duty to provide an update on what my brother may be missing.

Unfortunately, this is not the blog to view updates. Go here to view on what's up to date.

In imitation of Miranda Priestly, That's All.

GPRS

2006-10-27T01:03:00.000+08:00

I typed the entire title above using A PHONE.

Hehehe.. so cool.

Unfortunately, I had a mix up with technology so the whole post I posted in the phone didn't come up so.. yea.. got to work on that.

Rants Off The Bat

2006-10-24T21:49:00.000+08:00

Hello world,

I am on Elise's computer listening to sounds from the latest Jackie Chan show. Again, my lack of language skills in Mandarin and Cantonese and my inability to tolerate grammatical errors and english sentences that don't make sense, has cast me away to the computer next to Jen Lyn (who's playing a Zack and Cody game). After reading people's blogs I just realised that I haven't been online for sometime. Wonder if my brother emailed me. Hmm..

I also realised that I forgot to sign up for the NanoWrimo thingy. Thank goodness for people who bothered to blog about it.

I just got back from Melaka yesterday. A whole bunch of us from church went along and my family managed to get a lift from the Lai's. Reached this whole ornate Baba Nyonya House (or rather, hotel, hostel-ish) dropped off our bags and proceeded to walk to some restaurant for lunch.

Unfortunately I think the whole trip was pretty unorganised because I found myself walking about alone with my parents wondering where the entire group went. Elise, Andrew, Zhong Xin and I were even stuck in the Baba House lobby blowing bubbles wondering where everyone was.

Walked about Jonker street at night for 2 and a half hours straight. My legs were practically screaming at me by the time I managed to sit down. A bunch of us were forced to eat 'satay celup' which is sort of like steamboat with sticks, just so we could watch the ManU vs Liverpool game on tv. Needless to say, it was worth it since, aherm, ManU won. Hehe. If they hadn't won I think I would have glared daggers at Elise for making me watch football. Football is nice to some, but to me, who has been deprived of good shows because my dear brother and dad managed to outnumber me just to watch football, football is....deng deng deng.. boring.

I know, I know, what do you mean boring?!?!?!? How could I say that football, the sport that joins the whole world together, the one with Stevie G and C. Renaldo in it, is BORING!?!?!?!?

Well I just did. So there. It doesn't really amuse me to find a bunch of guys running around and yes, I agree, the goals can be quite amazing and amusing but I still don't like the sitting there and waiting for a goal to happen. But I will watch, if I really have to. That is, REALLY REALLY have to. But if anyone asks, I'm supporting ManU or i'll be kicked out of the house. Lol.

I'm feeling really holiday-ish and I've been able to sleep as long as I want these past few days. Heaven.

Tomorrow my cousins from Australia, actually, cousin and husband and son, are coming over for lunch. Then at night I'll be going to Carrie Island (or however you spell it) to celebrate Dr. David's birthday. I think I may be able to squeeze in another Hari Raya open house. Hehe. My holidays are almost as full as my normal days. But a whole lot more fun, so to speak.

Ahh...cousins.. so many of them. All gonna be married before I reach 22. Most probably. Sad thing to be the youngest and always get left behind eh? The only plus side is, I'll get the most ang paos than any of them.

Hmm... *ponders*

Went over the Izzah's house today for Hari Raya and played cards most of the time. Hehe. Which reminds me, no more puasa for the Malays, that means, less traffic jams near 7 o'clock and a whole lot less noise from firecrackers (i hope i hope i hope) .

Dang. This is one boring blog. I myself am losing interest. This is not good.

Anyways, I've got nothing to do so I guess i'll just continue till I, inevidently, fall asleep.

Nah. Kidding. Hehe..

You know, I always find that when I blog, I talk to myself a lot. In my head. My mom told me before that when people start talking to themselves, they've gone nuts. Gosh. I must be the nutter of all nutters then since I always seem to be talking to myself (in my head, and well, sometimes out of my head and mouth). I used to relate and make up stories in my head when I was waiting for my mom to finish her shopping. I am one weirdo.

Talking about shopping, I just realised that I'm not much of a shopper. I'd rather just go somewhere, look at all the things at one quick glance (unless I really like it, then i'll take an awful long time) and buy whatever I really really need and what was really really worth buying, and then scoot off. I think that is why I don't have much patience when I follow my mom shopping. It's like, stopping at every store and gazing at every object for a full five minutes. I'm exaggerating, but when I really experience it, it seems like that.

I realised lately that I can be very intolerant and very impatient when it comes to annoying loud noises. Be it annoying laughter on television or a momentary memory loss of mine. I used to walk all the way to my room from the back of my house and when I reached my room, I'll just switch on the fan, stand around and wonder, and switch it off and go back downstairs.

I remember my brother had this problem too. Must be in the genes somewhere. Haha.

Ah well.. enough talking to myself for now. Time to go... check some mail. Hehe.

Just When You Thought

2006-10-17T20:55:00.000+08:00

Just when you could paint the town red under the magnificent blue skies.

Just when the weather looks promising and the rain is smattering all over the place in that rhythmic way it does (sorry, i'm no poet), the haze comes yet again, the chainsaw beauty destroyers come.

Just when you thought it would all be better.

Just when you thought you'd only haf 4 more days of stress and sleep deprivation, they come and nonchalantly inform you one day before that you were to be having a different test paper the next day and that, oh by the way, no exams on friday. Then they merrily burst your happy bubble by postponing 2 papers to the week after holidays.

Killjoy.

Just when you thought there won't be anymore calculations to worry about, they split your 2 math papers into different days.

I cannot seem to generate my anger out of my system. I think it's still in a state of anger-shock. After they practically chopped off the branches of my beautiful trees and cruelly powered up their chainsaws for one hour at 11pm at night, this terrible exam prolonging leaves me unfeeling.

I guess it could all amount to disappointment. Brutal disappointment at the hands of a fellow complainer in school who thought celebrating Deepavali and Hari Raya with math and PE stuck in our heads the entire time was fun and convenient.

I feel compelled to giving that complainer a huge piece of my mind but of course, in real life, noone really does what they so boldly say on paper.

Woe is me.

2006-10-11T15:18:00.000+08:00

Aha. I have not touched this blog since last month. A big achievement considering I blog quite a lot.

The exams must really be kicking in this time. Anyways, no time for a blog, just a quick shortie.

*blank*

..........annnnnd the mind of mine decides to go blank again. Typical. Must be God prodding me to go understand more about NaCl and the such.

Why oh why am I in science stream?

Deflation

2006-09-29T22:51:00.000+08:00

I had this new found inspiration to blog out one of my fantastic, mind-boggling, take-that blogs about no reason whatsoever after reading my brother's and Lydia's blog and growing green in envy at all the beautiful places they've visited in London and Paris. Phew. Long sentence.

BUT

My internet connection has started playing hide-and-seek all over again, thus picking and twanging on my last nerve.

Okay, that sounded quite painful. But whatever. At least it's better than the "Your hair glistens oh so beautifully in the rain, like a-", on second thought I won't blog it out.

SO.... I was happily clicking on the 'create a post' button when my computer went bonkers and switched itself off. This has been happening frequently, due to....... some reason. (I'm no wizard on computers) This is so aggravating.

I had all the material up in my head and all the bombastic vocabulary to tie it all together and my internet just had to blink off.

All that big, fat, balloon of a material..

GONE.

Zilch. Nada.

Right. So you're stuck reading a complaining blog that has no point whatsoever.

Francesco Petrarch wins. Time to hit the books. Hard.

Ps: My deepest condolences to the Neo family. We're all here for you.
Pps: Click on 'bursting balloons' in my 'links' box..

Exams

2006-09-26T21:29:00.000+08:00

Oh shudders.

This year has NOT been a good year for me. I've been falling sick constantly.

Like right now, I'm feeling very lethargic, my stomach hurts, my nose is clogged up and I feel like I've got the flu blues.

Not good.

Considering exams are around the corner and I haven't finished my syllabus yet. I'm about to mourn over my additional maths and chemistry soon. I think if I read another boring malay word off that history book, my mind will go bonkers and I'll sneeze my back off.

Ugh.

And what if they decide to change my class again???

Stressssssss.................

Ugly weeks are coming.. I can feel it in the air...Knight in shining armour, save me now!!

Ps: Photo was taken for experimental purposes with the W810i.

Ribbit

2006-09-22T22:37:00.000+08:00

For a post (not for the faint-hearted) on 4A's dissection of jumpy frogs, go to..

www.xanga.com/tabbydlim

Ps: I'm playing piano 4 times this week. Fooh.

YA!
2 Sunday worship services
Sunday School

A Short One

2006-09-21T21:08:00.000+08:00

Noone seems to be online.

Cis. Everytime I'm studying, they're all online. When I'm online to check mail..they're all studying. Or so my mom thinks la.

I dissected a frog today. With Elise. *beams*

At first we didn't even know what to do when the frog (chloroformed-form) was pinned to the dissection table untill Carl, (Foreign Exchange Student from Germany) came up and helped us get started. Thanks!!

I was particularly squeamish today and I think my heart must've jumped about 50 times today in shock and terror. Too many jumpy frogs that start to get active after a period of being stationary.

Anyways, there was A LOT of blood and the froggie's heart was pumping away the entire time we were dissecting it. We got scared and added a lot more cotton wools of chloroform just in case the frog might've jumped up.

I'll blog more about this later..

Time to learn more about Francesco Petrach, Specific Heat Capacity, Differentiation (ugh ugh ugh), Nutrition, Sanggup Berkorban untuk Negara, Jesus Heals on a Sabbath, S04-2-minus, some triangle thing, sad english short stories........ waitaminute..

KARANGAN!!! Ahhhh... forgot to do Pn Maimon's 700 over words essay on something to do with parents and discipline. dang it.

Toodleloos world.. may your days be less complicated than mine. =)

Ps: I have SCHOOL on a SATURDAY.. AGAIN. Pah.
Pps: My brother's fine....=)

The Going Ons of a fellow Lim

2006-09-20T15:07:00.000+08:00

My dad's handphone rang awhile ago.

Twice.

The eagle has landed. =)

In other terms, to the ignorant, my brother and lydia have landed in Heathrow Airport safely and possibly, lethargically, but without any complications whatsoever. Thank goodness. At least now my mom won't feel so frantic and anxious.

The week hasn't done me too good lately, in fact, my entire year has been dotted and slashed over with bouts of flu and the sorts. Just yesterday I had to miss school (the agony. not. well. a little) because I was food poisoned. Dang it. Oh how I love and hate thee, Malaysian food.

To top off the not so painless day, I ended up blowing my eyes out by sneezing continously for 2 whole hours. Ever seen a Mt. Everest of tissue? Gross, I know. But that's human nature for you. Like I said, Kleenex really should sponser me.

Then I read Alicia's blog and started to feel guilty. I felt extremely sad and guilty over taking the post for piano. In fact, I was kicking myself just as I was practising on the piano last night, for taking the post. I mean, replace my brother?? The one brother going to Cambridge University???

Come on.. what was I thinking about??

As I pressed the wrong keys over and over again while mulling over my thoughts, I nearly wept buckets and electrocuted myself. With every wrong note my confidence sunk. Even my 8 year old neighbour sounded good. And he was playing 'Popeye the Sailor Man'. And did I mention he's EIGHT YEARS OLD?!??!?!!??

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating here. Just a little. But whatever. I've always had this low confidence in the music area. I loved to sing but I didn't want to sing in public, and besides, the world adores the Sopranos more than the Altos (generally). And I sing better when the songs are lower, but as usual, most songs are just too high.

I hated theory. It was a personal nightmare. I hated scales. I know they make you better, and yes, my skills did improve, but that was another dark age (AD 476 btw) to darken my life. I passed all my practical exams though and scraped off a few passes in my theory exams, except, yea, grade 5.

I told myself, after grade 5.. NO MORE. I couldn't take the agony any longer. And even if it killed me, I will learn and toil over playing chords and any song I like without a score or chords. And Lina Ng's theory books? Ha! Good riddance!

There've been times when I would put the piano volume to the absolute 'minimest' and lean over the keys to listen to what I was playing. I wouldn't let anyone in my house hear me play guitar or piano and I'll bang on the piano really hard whenever I was home alone.

Whenever I played a song, and thought it sounded good, the nagging voice up over in my head would tell me that everyone else could've played it better. So in the end I just shut the piano and didn't play it for over a year or so.

Not untill I worked up the confidence, and remembered my vow, did I open up the piano (no, it wasn't dusty. My brother put it to good use) and made myself learn. I took all sorts of songs and played them. I played every single song I knew in the chord book and made myself better.

I still think I'm no good, but ah well, I'm a lot better now. I pity the Leongs living behind me though. Theyll be getting sick of 'Be Still' if I don't stop playing it so much.

Anyway, back to when I agreed to take over my 'Tai Kor', as uncle Eric told me, I was certainly caught off guard when the question was raised. I didn't really know what to say at the time except.. "uh.. wouldn't Alicia be better?".

Really, Uncle Eric must have some very good encouraging skills because I soon found that I was saying yes. Or maybe I'm just very gullible.

So in a frenzy, I dragged my brother to the piano on Saturday before he left and made him play out the songs for me and teach me something, anything. And he did. So yea, appreciate thy siblings oh homosapiens of the world.

Then besides all that piano-drama, there are people in general who constantly put other people down. I mean, I haven't been able to appreciate or to enjoy the pleasures in my life because they make it seem so wrong to have certain things. I mean, yea, I know, my parents gave many things to me out of love and they really make me appreciate it. But outside my family, I generally just hide whatever I have for the first few days, telling only a few trusted friends about it and hope that noone will find out.

Cos' if they do, the guilt factor sets in. And it's not even my fault. Gawrsh. I gotta learn to be more thick-skinned, as my mom puts it or I'll be crying rivers throughout my whole life.

But, with that said, we're all humans after all aren't we? All sinners doomed to be separated from God. Of course, we're not all doomed. There is a merciful and loving God after all.

My mom taught my dad a very valuable lesson long before they were married. She told him that

God loves everyone. The poor, the rich, the fat, the thin,
the old, the young, the tall, the short. He loves you, and you, and you and you
staring at your monitor reading these words.

So no matter what happens to me, no matter how many times I'm in guilt over nothing, no matter who puts me down and no matter how many mistakes I play on the piano, God loves me.

Which also leads to the fact that God loves my enemies too. Which leaves the question

Do you love your enemies? Do you love that person over there telling you you're
no good?

Hard, hard struggling questions. God surely doesn't let you get away does He?

Speaking of which, I was feeling a tad lonely at home after my brother flew off and I was moping about at home lamenting on my sheer boredom and the 100% parent-attention he know left me with. At night just as I thought nothing could make this day feel any better, there it was.

John 14:15-24

Basically it spoke about how Jesus wouldn't abandon His disciples and that His disciples would never be alone. I guess I felt a little bit like the disciples would've when Jesus was no longer with them. But like God says, He will never abandon us. In times when we're troubled, or lonely, God's always there. Hard to believe sometimes though, but it's true.

Oh yea, I forgot to mention that either Felicia or Elise reminded me today (and Jo Dear too) that I shouldn't get so worked up over my piano playing cos' i'm using whatever skills I've got to do it for God. All in His service. Yearp.

Oh, and it's not true that pianists in church go unnoticed. It's either noone knows you play the piano, or you don't want to say yes, or you're not a regular member or there isn't a slot available. Yet.

Any objections, or arguments, take over my slot pls. I'm not that good anyway. =)

Well, that's about all I have to 'report' for now. Till the horrible, terrible, no good, very bad exams go away, my mind shall be put off resting for now. =)

Zai Jian, Ko

2006-09-18T15:31:00.000+08:00

Sniffles and smiles, the Lim family was altogether really thankful to God for helping send a fellow Lim overseas.

Last Saturday my family all stayed at home and drove all the way to the airport to send my brother off to...

Miri!

Haha.. he's just staying in Miri for a few days. Then he's going to fly off tomorrow (Tuesday) to England and come back with an Oxbridge accent. (hopefully)

Anyways, I'm already missing my brother a lot (sniff sniff) and I have become a member of the 'Left Behind Club' .... no.. not the book series. It's the my-older-brother/sister-went-overseas-to-study-and-now-i'm-the-only-child-at-home club. Yup, together Wy Lyn, Richie, Joanna and many more, plus me, make up quite a good number.

Sigh.. my brother'll be back in July or so. Anyways, hope you'll have a great time in the Cambridge University ko! (Hehe.. I just had to add that..)

Like I said, graduate asap!!..

Ps: Oh mann.. Mary-ruth! Wy Lyn! ... how do u all tahan????:(

One-Man Marvel

2006-09-15T21:03:00.000+08:00

Last night I went to The Actor's Studio with my whole family in Bangsar to have dinner and to watch 'The Gospel According to Luke'.

I didn't fall asleep ONCE and I didn't even THINK of falling asleep. It was that entertaining and good.

No, it's not some Christian evangelistic event, it's not some cult out to get you it's just an actor by the name of Bruce Kuhn, walking up and down the stage telling a story. I think even non-christians would enjoy it because it's story-like.

He was really really funny in some parts, changing his voice to an old man's/woman's and even changing his accent to a scottish one! He became old, gasping Zecharias, the thieves on the cross, a woman praising the Lord....

What really amazed me was that he didn't use any props. All he needed was the whole stage, a bench and two boxes.

Absolutely amazing.

He memorized the entire book of Luke in 3 and a half weeks. He even memorized the Acts of the Apostles. Mann.. this guy is so gonna ace my BK exams...

What really struck me was the way he presented the whole book of Luke. He's a really great story teller, adding humour into some parts and adding his own interpretation to make something clearer. 90 minutes is NOT ENOUGH!!!.. I wanted him to go on after he said "The End" and the lights went off..

After the whole show there was a Q&A session with him and he told us that when he performed it in Scotland, a few scottish people came up to him and told him that they could improve his scottish accent! Haha..

Anyways, don't just take my word for it. Hear what the critics have to say.

Disclaimer: Taken from www.BruceKuhn.com

BRUCE KUHN's one-man performance of THE GOSPEL OF LUKE transports his audience
back to the days when Christ walked the earth. He does it in 90 minutes, without
costume, set, or props, using the words of Scripture. Bruce's extensive training
as a professional actor is revealed in the understated finesse with which he
performs. His experience includes such Broadway hits as Les Miserables and Chess
as well as tours throughout Europe and Australia. Bruce also performs The Acts
of the Apostles either as a separate performance or in conjunction with Luke. "
...brings St. Luke's gospel to life with contagious enthusiasm and makes of it a
riveting dramatic experience." - William Mootz, Courier Journal

Don't miss it! The show's performing till the 1st of October. Tickets start fromRM35 (i think). I bought the DVD as well, but I think it would be a lot nicer to go and watch him perform yourself.

:)

Ps: My brother's leaving tomorrow...:(

I cut my hair too

2006-09-11T21:44:00.000+08:00

Let's see how long this 'nice-ness' lasts...=)

Good Ol' Rant

2006-09-07T20:50:00.000+08:00

I've been having an obsession over 'time' lately. It got so bad I kept on looking at my watch every 5 minutes in school. Elise even had to confiscate my watch during the last period of school two days ago.

During the agonising physics, I kept on looking at my watch. 11am. Okayy... not bad not bad.. I won't look at my watch anymore. Hopefully time would fly.

11.05

A measly 5 minutes?!?!?!??!

I kept at it till 12.10pm, to the annoyance of Elise. Hehe.

I thought it was going to be another 'why-is-the-time-so-slow' day yesterday, but surprisingly, the time flew by really fast.

Wanna know why??

Starts with a C and ends with a...hmm.. i dunno.

Anyways, a foreign exchange student from Germany (sniff.. missing mei yee..) came to class during Chemistry yesterday and distracted me long enough to not look at my watch. Heh. Haven't spoken to him yet, cos', well, I'm on the introvert side in these kinda matters and guys always get the wrong perception when a girl goes up to talk to them.

But of course, Wang Lee Hom still wins. Just so ya' know.

In exactly 9 days time my brother will be leaving Malaysia and going far far away to the Cambridge to cycle up and down campus till May. Sniff. I will therefore be the only child for approximately 9 months. How sad. And boring.

And just imagine, when he graduates from Cambridge.. I'll be so OLD!!.. I would've been able to drive by then. I would've probably sat for my A Levels or something. Why I might not even be in Malaysia then!!

Scary.

Lately I have not been feeling well at all. It's I get really clumsy and knock myself all over the place which contributes to my many bruises and I wake up with the familiar 'migraine-feeling'. In the afternoon the heat is absolutely torturous and I start sneezing non-stop.

The most annoying thing is, I sleep, and when I wake up, I feel absolutely fine.

Sheesh.

Well, no more to report. There's school on Saturday replacing the longest day of the week's schedule; Thursday. That means, only one day of 'rest' from school. Oh. Replacement for what you say?

Hari Raya.

Aduhai.. holidays aren't called holidays anymore.

Woe art all the students.

Woe is me.

Agitation

2006-09-06T16:01:00.000+08:00

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That should do it.

Hmph.Ish.Argh.Gaahhhh.Aack.Hmph.

Now THAT should do it. Now I shall go off and wallow in my selfish disappointment.

*wallows away*

Just Another Sunday

2006-09-03T21:06:00.000+08:00

Today a groggy me woke up to a very incessant alarm-clock ringing. I couldn't even switch it off because it was my neighbour's. Argh.

I only remembered last night that I was suppose to do the powerpoint presentation for the Sunday School Worship. So I was up till quite late looking up quirky-kiddy pictures.

Well I must say I think I spoke quite a lot during the Sunday School worship (really sorry if I was overshadowing you Elise.. didn't mean to.. oops) because I was really nervous. Small kids are harder to manage than teens!

Well one of the main problems I've noticed is that they sit down so fast. My goodness. And they're so

QUIET.

All the naughty brats were QUIET. Who knew?

Anyways, Aunty Bee Peng spoke on IT as a profession and she works for Intel. She was going on and on about a lot of complicated technical talk so it was kinda hard to catch up with her, but after awhile I found it a little interesting. She says the future of IT would be Biotechnology and Nanotechnology, two things I am not interested in at all, unfortunately.

After church was over and the Sunday School worship ordeal was done, a bunch of us went to wish the UPSR takers all the best and to give them some advice (some advice more useless than others) and I followed Jian How and the rest to JJ to have lunch.

Came home and well.. slept. ^^,

My mom's been in Singapore since Tuesday so the house has been pretty quiet in the evenings and pretty dark as well since noone's in the living room. Eerie. Come back soon mom!!!

Nothing much to write except I had a really disappointing dream that I hope won't come true. We will know on Tuesday.. oh tuesday.. come quick...

Ps: All the best Joel, Yee Heng, Sara Yeow, Michelle, Sarah Gan, Abigail, Susan, Pauline, Soo Sin and Sophia. Hope to see you guys in YA!
Pps: Please sign up for the EFCM camp a.s.a.p.

Selamat Hari Merdeka

2006-08-31T18:19:00.000+08:00

I remember years ago in my beloved SKTM (2). I was forlornly sitting on the rocky road listening to my headmistress and goodness-knows-who-s ranting on and on about 'kebersihan' (which doesn't even have anything to do with Independance Day!) and about patriotism.

Gosh I was wishing I hadn't been so hardworking and gone to school. Maybe I would've been spared the boredom.

I guess this is how most of the students in Malaysia have celebrated Merdeka day (usually a day before the actual Independance Day).

No wonder nobody's every really patriotic.

With that said, I think one of the most common ways to celebrate 49 years of freedom (not much of a freedom in many ways though) would be to brave the jams on the highway and go to KLCC or One Utama or something like that.

My school had this 'Merdeka Celebration' yesterday and I wasn't really paying attention as they were going on and on about their speeches. Last week when they initiated the 'Merdeka Month' thing in school some brats held up Kamikaze flags whilst the Jalur Gemilang was being paraded in. My goodness, don't they know their history?? It's as bad as those idiots going around wearing the Swastika sign on their persons. Don't they know the effect it has on certain people? Absolutely insensitive.

To be fair and to be grateful, I have to say that this country is greatly blessed. No serious earthquakes, no volcanic eruptions, no Katrinas, just haze. I can *cough*, live with that. This definitely is a blessed land to live in and to experience the fullness of God's grace.

So just smack a Jalur Gemilang on your car and wave it about for a day, no? Time to be patriotic for a day. Time to be grateful. Time to experience the blessings God has given to this land (even if we don't necessarily love our neighbours) Leave the injustice aside for at least a day.

Or you could just snore the afternoon away in gratefulness for a day of rest. *shrugs*

Selamat Hari Merdeka!

Psalms 148 : 7-14

Praise God from earth,

you sea dragons,

you fathomless ocean deeps;

Fire and hail, snow and ice,

hurricanes obeying his orders;

Mountains and all hills,

apple orchards and cedar forests;

Wild beasts and herds of cattle,

snakes, and birds in flight;

Earth's kings and all races,

leaders and important people,

Robust men and women in their prime,

and yes, graybeards and little children.

Let them praise the name of God— it's the only Name worth praising.

His radiance exceeds anything in earth and sky;

he's built a monument—his very own people!

Praise from all who love God!

Israel's children, intimate friends of God.

Hallelujah!

Finally Done

2006-08-29T15:23:00.000+08:00

Ha.. I have finally gotten the time to sort out and edit the captions of all my photos. I think I ter-deleted some pictures but nvm. Not a lot of wow pictures this time.

To view pls go to the 'photoalbums' link at the right side of this blog.

Or click here la you lazybum;

HERE

For a full blog on the going ons of camp with pictures pasted all over it, go to the xanga blog.

Camp, Durians and Sleepovers

2006-08-26T23:12:00.000+08:00

I have this thing with durians, milk and ice-cream.

After a few bites, gulps, licks, i get very jelak. Then when I feel jelak, I feel like throwing up.

Bittersweet really. This works as an advantage to me when someone goes "I have ice-cream and you don't.. buahahahah" at me cos' I can just stare at the person and be grateful for a funny tummy.

Tummies and durians aside (I just ate a bit of durian. Bleurgh. The aftertaste sucks), I just got back from camp last Tuesday from Frasers Hill. All in all it was a pretty good camp, a lil' scary at times since we're talking about the end times and a lot of exercise. I actually managed to lose about 2 kgs from eating less and walking up and down the 5 flights of stairs about 5 times a day.

Seriously, when I first arrived at the place and found out where my room was, I nearly started a complaining, moaning streak.

I guess I was too busy huffing and puffing up the neverending steps to do any complaining. Haha. That's good. Wouldn't want to be known as an old geezer complainer.

We crazy girls with a sudden fad for Wang Lee Hom actually brightened up the room with a few things from home. But I won't tell you what. Ask Monica, she had the best reaction of all when she tested our bed.

Celebrated Amos's birthday in our apartment and sat on the balcony gazing up at the stars and satellites. Managed to save some smses by shouting across to the guy's apartment and managed to do a little observing from the balcony top.

Had a lot of 'talking-time' with the 4 of them (yea i'm the 5th) and got to talking with Sue Ann and Alicia a lot while the rest walked all the way to town for ice-cream.

Am I boring you yet?

Anywhoos... played a lot of Mafia and slept the 2 hour ride home.

Last night there was a sleepover in church aka Brother's & Sister's Appreciation Night where we played Mafia for about, 4 or 5 times?? The guys had a tent and the girls were all behind in the Sunday School room.

There was this time where you're suppose to throw the rafia string to another person and that person had to say something nice about you. That's when I noticed something.

People think i'm really mature.

??????

I never really thought I was so mature. I mean I had to be mature at some point in my life, but that mature???? Oh dear me...

Anyways, that aside, still nice to know my blog actually made some sort of a difference to some people although, i'm kinda losing my touch in regaining people's interest. Must sort that out.

Time to sleep.. fooh.. not enough sleep in church last night leh..

PS: Last chinese class today! Fooh.. hen nan le. Xie xie Zhao Shan lao shi (not lao shu.. ahha) I think the only sentence that I can say really really well and will never forget is "Gao gao xing xing hui jia qi!". Haha..

Heavy and Light Things

2006-08-18T21:11:00.000+08:00

Looks like I haven't REALLY been blogging lately. Why? Cos' i've been tagged and tagged and TAGGED...

Today was a really interesting day.

Early in the morning I stumbled upon Mr Lam who was walking home from school because of a stomach ache. Crossed the road safely as usual and experienced another wonderful sunrise.

Anyways, as usual, I didn't have a chair so I lugged my bag on the desk and grabbed a chair from the back. Was wondering what to do when I heard Leow's voice behind me and a lot of laughter.

Joanna had actually rememebered about our Bible Knowledge assignment, that was to research on Buddhism, Hinduism and Islam so she was asking Leow the following basic questions;

What are the problems in the world from an Islamic/Buddhist/Hindu point of view?
How do you solve these problems?
Why are you a Muslim/Buddhist/Hindu

Apparently when Joanna asked Rachel question number 1, Rachel said

Not enough food in the world.

Haha.

But on a more seorius note, it seems (from a Buddhist point of view) we are born to suffer and heaven and hell are on earth.

According to answers.com, Buddhism is described as

The teaching of Buddha that life is permeated with suffering caused by desire,
that suffering ceases when desire ceases, and that enlightenment obtained
through right conduct, wisdom, and meditation releases one from desire,
suffering, and rebirth.

Hinduism is closely related to this.

A diverse body of religion, philosophy, and cultural practice native to and
predominant in India, characterized by a belief in reincarnation and a supreme
being of many forms and natures, by the view that opposing theories are aspects
of one eternal truth, and by a desire for liberation from earthly evils.

Islam however, is similiar to Christianity but very very different in many ways.

Major world religion founded by Muhammad in Arabia in the early 7th century
AD. The Arabic word islam means “submission”-specifically, submission to the
will of the one God, called Allah in Arabic. Islam is a strictly monotheistic religion, and its adherents, called
Muslims, regard the Prophet Muhammad as the last and most perfect of God's
messengers, who include Adam, Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and others. [Monotheism : The doctrine or belief that there is only one God]

I spent around 45 minutes or more interviewing Muhaimin, Azri, Huari, some teacher that came in, Luqman and Yazmir. I think I spent the most time interviewing Luqman and Yazmir. (They had a lot of things to say.. haha)

I find it very intruiging and interesting asking all these kind of questions and getting the answers. Of course i'll answer my own questions, in another blog.

“For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”- Philippians 1:21

Enough heavy stuff.. now to eliminate the tag flapping away stuck on my blog.

1) Four things not many know about me
- I like clothes
- I'm number 17 in the Lim Cousin Line
- I love essay writing competitions
- I cannot live without music and books

2) Four movies I could watch over and over. (Actually, i can watch almost every movie a few times..:S.. ask my mom..)
- Emperor's New Groove (yea yea.. kiddy.. haha)
- A Walk to Remember
- Spiderman
- Bruce Almighty

3) Four places I have lived (More like.. 7 or so..)
- Vancouver, Canada
- Petaling Jaya
- Wangsa Maju
- Taman Melawati

4)Four TV shows I love to watch.
- Project Runway
- The Apprentice
- Everybody Loves Raymond
- My Wife and Kids

5) Four places I have been on vacation.
- LA
- Venice
- Brussels
- Paris
(Yes.. i'm very very fortunate to have gone around Europe.. Let's go again!!)

6) Four websites I visit daily.
- Xanga
- Blogspot
- Gmail
- BibleGateway.com

7) Four of my favourite foods.
- Rice
- Rice
- Rice
- Rice

8) Four places I would rather be now
- Venice
- Under the covers in my bed
- In the living room watching one of my favourite shows
- School.. (ya.. SURE).. nah.. Frasers Hill

9 )Four Favourite Songs
Delirious - Stronger
David Crowder Band - Turkish Delight
Bethany Dillon - Hero
Tobymac - New World
(All frm.. "Music Inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia")

10) Four people I tag
Since I don't want to tag anyone i won't tag anyone either la.

I REFUSE to do anymore tags.. after this one. Tag la..No more blogs for you. Ha! (Lol)

Church camp, Terry's B'day Party, Ridzuan's Sister's Wedding, Prefect Party.. are all on Saturday and Sunday..

But I can't go to 3 outta 4 becauseeeeeeeee.. I have CHURCH CAMP in Frasers Hill, Pines Resort... YAY!!!!!!!!

Whisk me away to a lower atmospheric pressure.. trallalala..

Mei Yee

2006-08-16T15:57:00.000+08:00

Thanks for being one of the most caring and sharing (i know, i know, I've said this before) people to me. You've definitely left an impact in YA! and you'll definitely be missed.

It's really bittersweet so see you go, but i'm glad you're only gone for a year. Not too long, not too short.

All the best waaaaaaaaaaaaay over there, and remember, we're all here rooting for you and supporting you in whatever you do.

May you continue to be a blessing to all those around you and may the Lord continue to pour out His richest blessings upon you.

Ps: Excuse my very beginner-ish lousy photoshop skills.. haha..

Frazzled

2006-08-10T21:56:00.000+08:00

DECISIONS DECISIONS DECISIONS...

An influential one..

A not important one..

A big one...

Blooooooooof.

Someone make them decisions for me.....On second thoughts... I'll make em' myself. =)

Emily Yoon

2006-08-08T16:07:00.000+08:00

Better known in the blogging world as Emilie Yuan.

[Disclaimer: Sorry Emily. Didn't know you commented till I checked my gmail]

Random:
Emily is pretty tall, can talk a lot, can laugh a lot, can write a lot, can act, can play almost a gazillion music instruments; Emily is one of the most can-do person I have ever known.

Challenge:
Chew a muesli chewy bar and say chewydueyhuey 20 times in front of at least 5 people who are not related to you in any way.

Colour:
Yellow

What I like:
I like it when you're talking a lot in sleepovers. Haha..

First and Clearest Memory:
My first memory would most probably be during some prefect meeting in SMKTM. Clearest would have to be you laughing...and laughing...and laughing...and laughing. Lol.

Animal:
Hyena. Joking joking.. hahaahha... erm...A white tiger. Unique and wild yet tame.

?:
What's the most wonderful dream you hope to come true?

Post one up for me ahh... or else. Hehe..

Ps: Feeling down and emotional? Try a taste of COMMUNITY! Guaranteed satisfaction. Tell a friend TODAY. Go back to your COMMUNITIES. Hehe. Just felt like saying that for fun.

My Spine and The Comment Thing

2006-08-02T17:41:00.000+08:00

It all started on a rainy Tuesday....

*beep beep beep*

I got up really really fast to slam on my snooze button and promptly went back to sleep again. And when I mean really really fast, I really mean it.

Woke up a few minutes later and got ready for school, blah blah blah...

I was walking to school really fast, you know la, very the kiasu. Trying to incorporate exercise into my daily routine and all. Plus I was late for my prefect sign-in thing yet again.

So after reaching school, walked up the neverending stairs to class and Pn Maimon came in and started handing out rumusans to do....

Then at around 8.50am I got a lil' chest pain. I seemed to be getting this chest pain a lot of times lately but it would usually past after like, 5 minutes or so.

So there I was, patiently waiting for the pain to go away, being careful not to laugh too hard, or to breathe too hard and well, trying hard not to sneeze too.

9.05... okie.. I got a lil kan cheong and started to try and breathe properly (Later found out that I was actually hyperventilating..).

9.20am...I started to panic and think of all the morbid thoughts such as cancerous tumours that killed you silently or maybe pneumonia, or some sort of lung infection

9.30am.. tears started streaming unintentionally because the pain was starting to kick in really hard. I couldn't even breathe properly, and the panic thoughts in my head was making it a lot worse. I didn't even realise I was crying untill i looked at my sejarah book. Lolz. Weird.

9.40am.. i borrowed Bakeerthy's handphone and literally panicked my mom. Well, she panicked me first by screaming into the phone, then I panicked, which made my chest hurt even more, so it was just one long panicky session on the phone. Wasting credit only la actually. Lol.

9.50am.. Bak and Cat helped me with my file and bag and accompanied me downstairs where my dad and mom had come in different cars. Dad brought me to Dr Chew's clinic and waited a bit.

Turns out it had nothing to do with my chest. It had to do with my nerves. Seems I've had an old injury on my back (maybe it was when I fell dwn the stairs.. ballet..forgot) and the vertabrae in my spine was pinching on my nerve which led to my chest, making my chest hurt as well.

My chest was particularly painful yesterday (pain for 25 hours! Siao!) because I'd been carrying heavy things or picked up something heavy the wrong way... Hrmm..

Good news for me though. I can't carry anything for about a week or so and I can't bend down for long either. Ah. Finally I can actually witness a few guys help carry my stuff for me or carry all those heavy tables in church instead of all the girls lugging and gasping around.

Or maybe not. :/

Bad news is, I can't carry anything for about a week or so and I can't bend down for long either.

The irony.

I have to resort to carrying my school bag in front of me and balance my file on my hands and not strain my back. And the school stairs?... Killer....

Wa. I feel old already. Dang.

Annnnnnnndddd... to top off betapa malang I am..... I am coming down with the flu. Joy.

Okay, enough about my back and all.. now back to the 'thingy'

If you comment on this post:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

Random
Owen:
Tall and full of creativity. Expresses himself eloquently in words I usually need a dictionary to understand.

Matt:
Tall as well, hair also quite tall (haha) athletic and would jump for joy if Nike sponsored his wadrobe (who wouldn't?) and musical

Michelle:
Very very the creative and stylish, very friendly also and quite outspoken.

Alicia:
Petite and smart. A very creative blogger and photographer who pens down every single thing. Detailed and fun to talk to. Very sporting sometimes too.

Challenges
Owen:
Write a bimbo blog

Matt:
Don't use your handphone for 24 hours

Michelle:
Ah.. for you sng je.. go study sampai u know everything for SPM. Lol

Alicia:
Go for captain ball on sunday

Colour
Owen:
Dark Blue

Matt:
White and greys with strokes of orange

Michelle:
Pink!

Alicia:
Light purple

What I like
Owen:
Use of language to convey a message

Matt:
Giving spirit (especially petrol-wise..lol)

Michelle:
Your blog and friendliness

Alicia:
Your sense of humour and creativity

First/Clearest Memories
Owen:
Probably in church/Captain Ball

Matt:
SKTM (2)/Youth Alive

Michelle:
School/School choir competitions and Pranav's bday party..

Alicia:
Sunday school/ sunday school when we all wore dresses. Haha.

Animal
Owen:
Owl

Matt:
Er..dunno leh.. a tiger?

Michelle:
Bunny

Alicia:
Wombat (they're cute!)

?
Owen:
Why don't u have a driver's license?

Matt:
Is football better to play or badminton?

Michelle:
Can design a t-shirt for me ah? :P.. so tak malu wei..

Alicia:
Have you ever told someone what you thought of them in front of their face (excluding family members)?

*

Ha!.. Done done done.. muahahhahaaha... I finished this post in two days. And now my whole spine is killing me. Bye bye for awhile blog world.. pls pray for me cos now my back's really killing me and I had a fever but now i'm stuck with a bad flu. Quite hard to breathe as well. So.. yearp.

Tata

Comment It

2006-07-30T21:40:00.000+08:00

If you comment on this post:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.

Ong Sue Ann, not Su Anne, not Sue Anne, not Su-N

RaNdOm:
Has something against red and pink. (??) Hardworking and caring. A good person to shop with and still save money. Has the ability to set out her priorities and is a very creative, artsy person in pure science stream. Ironic.

ChAlleNgE:
Put a sign on your school bag that says

"Roses are red.

Violets are blue,

I like blue,

Don't you?"

and keep it there for one week. And when someone asks you why you did that, say "Red rocks my mismatched socks!"... ahahha..

CoLoUr:
Blue la.. duh!..hehe

WhAt I LiKe aBout YOU:
You're very caring and kind. Very creative and artistic too and it's nice talking to you late at night and having you almost always be the first one to wake up. Haha..

FiRst MemoRy of You:
Probably sunday school in the old church.

CleaResT MemoRy:
Going to McDonalds every Sunday because of Lemuel and playing around with torchlights and stuff in your old house in J and playing catching in Elise's house. Haha.

YoU'Re SimIliar To A:
Giraffe. Tall and thin. =)

?:
Do you like dancing?

In response, Ms Ong has said the following (Cheh wah)

[n] said...

A-hem *clears throat*

1. Not that ordinary girl next door.She's a girl who can debate almost anything with you. Plus, speaks in good proper English. Don't play play wei. lolz.

2. nyehehehe *evil grins* Now talk for 8 hours (thank me for not saying 24 hours) on a saturday, where I can be there to at least observe 1 hour , of you talking in total broken english, manglish that is AND in an indian/singh slang. hehe.

3. What else can I say? Pink la duh..I mean..well more red..so redish pink.

4. Expressive with words, till your hand can fly all over the place. hehe. Well, that's what make things seem much more fun!! not dull ever.

5. First: We were 7 and you first joined our sunday school. I was wondering who on earth you were. Plus, you look half ang mo also.. XP

Clearest: Ahem. See that I wrote this twice? Well, cause the clearest would definitely have to be you carrying the dough to the oven..looking for the mixing bowl when you actually took the dough OUT of the mixing bowl. that was just so cute and funny.

Ya!! I was so giler blur k. And I was still wondering where the mixing bowl was! Can't believe I did that. That was funny. =)

6. Red Squirrel.

7. Would you ever want a younger brother or sister?? Like as what your mom said? To fill up the back seats in the car. XP

Ya.. always wanted someone to bully around instead of me getting bullied. But not very keen on sharing my room though so a younger brother would've been nice..

Pah!

2006-07-29T18:37:00.000+08:00

Went to Renaissance Hotel yesterday to meet some guy for the prefect party.

So as usual, got our LRT tickets, went on the LRT and woe betide...

It started to rain. Quite heavily.

Anyways, thank goodness for the shelter leading towards the monorail station.

Upon reaching the grand entrance of the Renaissance Hotel I nearly bumped into one big fella wearing a neat black suit, holding a walkie-talkie. I was kinda wet and cold at that time so I was just thinking of getting inside and I acted very unmoral-like (think of hemah tinggi and what not) and I literally ran past a whole bunch of people in suits with walkie-talkies, into the Hotel.

Let me rephrase; a whole bunch of huge, tall, muscular, american people in dark suits with walkie-talkies.

And if that isn't a little fascinating, while I was wondering who on earth those people were, before I knew it, I was walking through a metal detector.

My goodness..

Anyways, met up with the Renaissance-wtv-organiser-fella and he told us that the people (whom we were sitting just one couch away) were the American Federal Bureau of Investigation. FBI for short.

The FBI!!!

So cool. They had handcuffs hanging around their backs and there were guns at their sides and they had the 'invisible phone cord earphone' stuck in their ears and here's the fascinating thing..

They were all chewing gum

I don't know why, but I get really fascinated at all the itty bitty details about them. It's really interesting to see them in real life after watching all those FBI shows on TV and all.

Anyways, continuing, we got free fresh orange juice (not cordial leh..) and we went through the meeting discussing mainly about food. It was quite funny watching Daryl try and write with the fountain pen actually. Haha.

So after the meeting had ended we asked the organiser guy whether Condoleeza Rice (The US Secretary of State) was staying in the hotel and he said yes. Plus he told us she was to arrive at 5pm.

Notice the 5pm.

So we waited and waited...

6pm...Still no sign on Ms Rice... loads of FBIs and guys-in-suits.

6.30...Arg.. WHERE IS SHE!?!??!?!?!??!

6.40pm.. Joanna: I got to go already. Got CG.

So there I left, talked to one of the traffic police outside and asked him whether Ms Rice was coming, and they said she had already gone to Lebanon. (ARGH!! Wrong Info!!!)

So we left, jumping over puddles and such... and when I came home.. I got a msg from Joanna.

She came 10 mins after we left!!!! So frustrating!! Whyyyyyyyyy????

Haha.. actually I was lil' frustrated and annoyed at first. Ten whole minutes. Sighz.

But at least I got to see the FBI right? Wayyy cooll.... haha.

Simple, Elegant, Strong & Awesome

2006-07-25T18:26:00.000+08:00

Everytime I glance at a few passage in the Bible (especially during BK) I never get tired of how wonderfully structered the verses all are. A great message is proclaimed through a few verses using simple language. You never need a dictionary to find out for certain what certain verses are.

It's clear-cut, simple and leaves a powerful impact on the mind and heart. It's so simple, and yet it can be so hard to swallow. It's mind boggling.

And I guess that's the way it should be. Who wants to read something that requires them to keep on looking through the dictionary every two words? In contrast, who wants to read something so simple and straightforward that doesn't seem to make them really think?

(Eg, A is for Apple, B is for Ball, C is for Can...see? So simple)

Want a really good example of what I'm trying to say?

1 Corinthians 13

Love

1 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. 2If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing.

3-7If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.

Love doesn't strut,

Doesn't have a swelled head,

Doesn't force itself on others,

Isn't always "me first,"

Doesn't fly off the handle,

Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn't revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

8-10Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled.

*

Get what it means? It's so simple, elegant, strong and awesome. So wonderful.

The best author in the entire universe is God and He uses our lives to write out His stories too.

Amazing eh?

16 going on 18

2006-07-23T14:42:00.000+08:00

I've been thinking about where I'd end up as in college-wise and uni-wise a lot when my brother was in still in college. Now that he's going to Cambridge, I'm still wondering.

I mean, I don't think I'll end up in Cambridge or Harvard (I can certainly try la).

Waitaminute. Back track a bit..

First of all, I gotta do as well as I can for my SPM (a LOT to live up to! 2 cousins and a brother. 23 As in all for SPM.. ahh..).

So then after that what?

Well at first I was about 80% sure i'd

end up in Taylors College (a lot of family members have left their footprints there)
take my SATs
and wind up in America.

Then my mom asked me to try out for Homerton College, Cambridge (my bro's uni) cos' it's a teachers' college and stuff..

So then, it would be,

do well for SPM
do giler well for A Levels
go for the Cambridge Interview
and pray really hard.

Not very reassuring...

Then, my dad asked me whether I want to go Singapore for my A Levels because he may be there in 2008. I was quite shockede actually. Singapore?? The Land of the Kiasu? (No offense S'pore-ians)

The first words that came to my head were

"Pressure! Kiasu! Mandarin! Singapore!"

But seriously speaking, there are tons of good colleges in Singapore, the libraries are actually a joy to go to, the facilities are just as good as Taylors....

Unfortunately the food sucks. But as long as there's rice, I'll live. Quite happily too.

So then, if I go to Singapore (and drag Elise or someone with me).. i'd have to

Do as well as I can for my SPM
Go to Singapore and do A Levels
Fly away to America..

But.. but....leave Malaysia so fast???

Hrmmm.. i'm only sixteen and i'm thinking of all these things. But I guess it's never too late eh?

Just got to get that SPM outta my way....

But before that..

That Honda City will be mine in 9 months time.....

My goodness. So long. Can get pregnant.

Ee.

Tata...

She

2006-07-20T21:33:00.000+08:00

(Disclaimer: pure fiction, created by creative boredom)

Her long flowy hair danced against her spine and her not-so piercing eyes glanced around anxiously. She wasn't pretty. But she was. It was hard to comprehend. Maybe it was the hair, maybe it was the almost-perfect complexion, maybe it was the slim figure. She was pretty in all cliche senses, but she didn't have the 'wow' effect. She wasn't as pretty as.. well, we'll not go there.

Were the guys blinded by the attention she handed out? Or were they momentarily knocked out of the reality that showed all the coarse lines that framed her? The past was a fascination to them. The more hearts she had broken, the more they wanted her. She was a parcel full of intricate mysteries, dark clouds and poofy hearts with a dash of something soft.

She was hated by the majority of girls. Liked only by force and by guilt. She had a few true friends who were almost like her. Her life would be miserable if she didn't have them. Of course, she could always count on the guys when all went wrong.

Or could she?

She was head over heels in love most of the time. It must be one of those 'symptoms' of growing up and 'maturing'. Whatever it was, it was exhiliarating to get a guy's attention, it was mind boggling to have a guy fall in love with her and it gave her a rush of self importance when she could cooly say, "No, you're just a friend".

In contrast, it was heartbreaking to find out a guy actually had the audacity to shut her off and reject her. No way, no guy could ever reject her. She did all the rejecting. Not the other way round'. She'd cry for hours and hours, she'd write something on pieces of paper and tear it all up in agony.

Yeap, life wasn't always a box of chocolates.

She knew she was one of the better looking ones. She knew how to use her body and clothes to gently provoke the unsuspecting gentleman. Not too much, not too little. She seemed to carry an aura that told the world that she was desperately in need of affection and that the world didn't need ugly looking girls.

She was a mess wasn't she?

I'm glad i'm not her.

Haze is Back

2006-07-19T16:02:00.000+08:00

A Lil' of Everything

2006-07-15T21:17:00.000+08:00

Went for the Youth International Night yesterday and kept on bumping into sooo many people I know, including my dear ol' cousin from Bangsar.

I met Akira too, and I wasn't even intentionally looking for him (unlike some ppl backstage..aherm) and I was pretty touched by what he had to say. He's a funny, blessed japanese guy who really has a heart for people and for the Lord.

I absolutely LOVED and ADORED all the dancing (especially the 50s/60s dance..). And.. I knew most of the steps!!!

Ahhh.. to dance is to be happy.

[*nostalgia-s about ballet years and PJEFC easter and christmas dancing..*]

Altered Frequency made an appearance at the YIN and they led worship. Personally, I absolutely detest super loud, jumpy sessions of worship. I'm not saying it's wrong, and if you like it, fine by me. But personally I can't connect to the music because i'm so distracted, I end up just clapping my hands and staring at the lyrics trying to dig out the deeper meaning of the words. Such a shame though, some of the words are pretty good.

Talking about the Youth International Night (done by Doulos), my thoughts carried me to going for missions. When I was a small kid I aspired to go on some sort of missions trip. I guess everyone did when a missionary visits church, or when Doulos pops by Port Klang.

But the thought has stayed with me all these years. So yea, i'll definitely go, but I won't stay a missionary. I don't think I could leave the Metal Jungle cum City Life for long. I'll probably be another sort of missionary. I guess all of us are some sort of a missionary if we really do have a burden for lost souls.

Two nights ago, my brother had a Thanksgiving cum Farewell party in my house. It was a really nice time with a very nice presentation by Hon Chien (Movie Maker!!) and I was deeply touched by the testimonies given about my brother. It literally moved me to tears. But well, like I said, I cry when people cry. It's like yawning. Contagious.

My brother's really been a great blessing to so many people and he's impacted a few people. That's so.. wow. Haha.. wonder whether I'll leave a 'legacy' like that. Won't it be nice to be remembered as someone whom people will miss?

Anyways, I'll blog more about my beloved bro before he leaves. Now's a lil' too soon.

Has anyone breathed in deeply yesterday? Can you just feel the dust and ashes go down your throat? Haze is back. A very mild haze, but haze nonetheless. I was walking to school yesterday and I saw my neighbour burning who knows what outside the house. I nearly choked to death and I couldn't breathe for awhile because I had a lot of phlegm in my throat to begin with.

No, i'm not sick, it's a sinus-in-the-morning thing.

What la, I wanted to stamp all over the smoke and get a vacuum or something and suck all the smoke out. No wonder so many people are sick. Sheesh, some people just don't care about other people. Pish Posh.

Too bad it was getting late and the oh-so-convenient-o prefect sign in thing was nagging me in the brain. Or else I really would have tried to do something. Or maybe I wouldn't have.

But cha' never know, do ya?

Coming into the present, or recent past actually, I went to Mei Yee's house after chinese tuition (wo chuan yi tiao lan se niu zi/zai ku. wo ye chuan yi shuang bai se xie zi. Haha. So kindergarten).. And helped start the barbecue. So canggih man.

Hmm...moving on, I keep on hearing the words 'fraternising with the enemy' everytime I glance a certain something. It never fails. Must've been some Harry Potter thing I picked up.

And yea, Leow, the McTabbies sound so cute. =)

That's all for now. Off to glance a little at 'The Interpreter'.

Long Long Day

2006-07-12T17:38:00.000+08:00

For a full account on my 15 hr day out...

Go to my xanga site.

www.xanga.com/tabbydlim

World Cup

2006-07-09T22:08:00.000+08:00

Noooooooooooo....the World Cup season is going to be OVER!

Aack... i'll definitely miss it.

Sniff.

Wonder who will win... (france la..)

Anyways, had a really long day yesterday, slept all day today, will be awake at 3am to scream, if necessary.

Till next time..=)

PS: Dilemma dilemma. I can't go for the International Youth Night la..aack.
PPs: For pictures on the SCF Doulos trip, PJEFC Interfellowship and Choir Dinner.. click HERE

Thoughts

2006-07-05T15:56:00.000+08:00

Thought #1
Everyone seems to have a handphone nowadays. Most of them coloured than not.

I was just looking around and counting the people I know who didn't own a handphone. I couldn't even reach 3. It seems everyone is very connected nowadays, and humiliating confrontations and courageous exclamations can be avoided by the power of 3 letters. SMS. Or text, as they say in the U.S. and NZ. Just take a glimpse of the past and compare it to the present.

Past
People had to wait one week for a letter to come from their loved one. People had to wait years in a foreign country getting a degree before having a chat with a family member. A guy actually has to muster up all his courage, dress up neatly and bring a flower to proclaim his love to a girl.

Present
People email and the person gets the email in seconds. People go online everyday and switch on their Skypes and talk all night long. Guys sms girls while twiddling their thumbs at home.

Everything's so digital. I miss writing letters to my pen-pal in PJ. Guys have gone wimpy. On the other hand, everyone's a whole lot faster and modern eh?

Thought #2
Everyone who normally has something to say, has a blog. Either that, or they love to write, thus, own a blog.

I remember my brother was one of the pioneer people who owned a blog. At that time I was still playing 'Cheat' on Neopets and had a whole lotta money in my Neopet account (thanks to Alvin). Then I went to Canada for a holiday, and when I came back, almost everyone had a Xanga blog complete with customized backgrounds. I still remember, my first blog was yellow. A real blinder, that one. And look, four years later my links are neverending and I have two blogs.

Ha.

Thought #3
Everyone has a digital camera. Or a phone with a camera installed in it.

I find that this has been a small pet peeve of mine. Last time, before I found out the joys of photography, noone had a digital camera. Those who had, didn't take pictures of every single thing. Then when I finally discovered the wonders of photography, everyone comes clicking away with their blinding flashes taking away the picture I was concentrating on. I find that nowadays, my passion for taking photos has subsided due to the many cameras forcing itself under my nose. Of course, I still do take photos, just less and not so frequent.

Thought #4
I love-hate school.

I think the only thing keeping me in school are my friends and the fact that I don't want to grow up stupid. I think I really do belong in Art Stream but I think it would be a lot wiser to go into Science Stream to open up more opportunities. Also, peer pressure's a huge issue here. I think I'd be sadder in art stream because all my friends aren't there too. Too bad the apple had to drop on Newton's head and Pythagoras had to come up with all those theorums. My life would be a lot easier if it weren't for them.

Thought #5
Test is soon. Not again.

It seems like I just sat for one and I've barely gotten over the sting of all the marks I've gotten. Now i'll have to go through it all over again. Or maybe not. Ahhhh.. moral should be optional!!!

Thought #6
Poems

There was once a little girl,

who had a little curl,

right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,

she was really really good,

when she was bad,

she was horrid.

I can't believe that poem I read when I was 5 is still stuck in my head. Wonders upon wonders.

Thought #7
Sleepy

ZzzzzZzzzz....

CG and Choir Pics

2006-07-03T21:33:00.000+08:00

For CG and Choir pictures.. please click..

HERE

Crumble & Arise; Sing

2006-06-29T21:04:00.000+08:00

Crush and crumble,

hear it tumble,

As the days go by.

You know, when all my days seem to be going from bad to worse, I'd go

"Oh, it couldn't be as bad as...."

And then it gets worse.

But then something happens that makes it all better.

Take for example, my horrible terrible, no good mid term results. I was so bummed because I had to self-teach most of the chapters to myself and the 24hours in a day were running out and for some reason, my body started to get tired. I had to sleep more.

Well, after getting my depressing results (made worse with the smart ppl arnd me), I was ready to just flop on my bed and give up. Then my dad came home and I blurted out my results with a very forlorn face (no pretense whatsoever) and surprisingly, my dad was very understanding. I was anticipating a "See la, never study enough" or something of that sort. But he just said "It's ok.. form 4's hard"

It's ok. Form 4's hard.

Then I'll go to church on Sunday, dreading the end of the weekend, and then the worship leader sings a comforting hymn that just sums it all.

There is no problem so big God cannot solve it.

There is no mountain so tall He cannot move it.
There is no storm so dark God cannot calm it.

There is no sorrow so deep, God cannot soothe it.

If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders.

I know , my brother, that He will carry you.
If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders.

I know, my sister, that He will carry you.

He said, Come unto Me all who are weary , and I will give you rest.

And then everything just falls into place. A seed of hope forms inside of me and I know that as long as I have a loving father and family and a loving, merciful Father in Heaven, I'll be ok.

But after I experience such grace, mercy and joy.. I feel very burdened.

It burdens me that so many people I'm affiliated with can't enjoy the joy I feel constantly in my heart each and everyday. The security I have when things start to crumble. It's just so sad that some people can't share it with me or make the decision for them.

Then, irony upon irony, this song comes up ( I forgot when..)

Many hearts are hungry tonight,

Many trapped in darkness,

Yearn for the Light,

So many who are far from home,

And many who are lost,

O Lord, Your wounded children need,

The power of Your cross..

As bread that is broken
Use our lives

As wine that is poured out

A living sacrifice

Empower us Father

To share the love of Christ

As bread that is broken, Lord

Use our lives.

[Unfortunately, i'm a very established Alto who cannot sing higher than a certain key, so I couldn't sing the whole song (unless i succumbed to falsetto..*shudder*) ]

But it really hit home.

Then I was reading my "Daily Bread" and a verse came up from Psalms talking about troubles and stuff like that. God works in amazing ways doesn't He?

And I've been having a little trouble lately, a few crumbles if you'd like to name it that way. And I came home, feeling very down and out, then I'd just switch on my WM Player and Jill Paquette sings through my speakers..

Broken and battered, your confidence's shattered.

But I, I'm still here.

The things that you cling to they seem to just bring you right back to your fears.

Where the nails and the spirit my site.

Not quite enough to provide, the victory in your life come to me.

Come to Me,

if you come to Me.

It'll be alright now.

And everything just seems okay..=)

Hydrogen Hydrogen & Oxygen

2006-06-28T17:56:00.000+08:00

I think if I were lost in the Sahara Desert with a few bunch of people, I'd be able to survive just a little bit longer than most people.

Why? Basically since I don't like drinking water. (at s.t.p)

I mean, you have to drink water whether you like it or not, or you'll, well, die. But the lack of taste, the lukewarmness, the never hot or never cold temperature of water... so bleurgh.

At the beginning of each year, I will bring a bottle of water, one nice decent 500ml bottle and made sure I drank at least more than half of the bottle before I reached home.

Of course, this never lasted long. One month later, I'd change the 500ml bottle to a 250ml because my bag was getting heavier and it was a burden to walk to and fro school with all those heavy books and a 500 ml bottle.

Soon, the 250ml bottle became non-existant.

I was comfortable buying a packet of juice during recess and then drinking water with my lunch.
I think the main reason before, was that I didn't want to go to the school toilet (a.k.a perangsang muntah) and because, well, like I said, I don't like drinking water.

Which is funny really, cos' when I lived in B3...waaaaaaayyyy before living in Wangsa Maju (yea, I've moved a whole lotta times) I used to adore drinking water. I'd walk into the long kitchen towards the water tumblers (that aren't in the fridge.. ) and drink a cup. After i'd finished, I'd be so lazy to wash the cup, i'd just pour another glass and carry it around while drinking.

Weird, I know.

Now, I'd just feel thirsty and go.. "Oh.. thirsty la.." and just carry on what I'm doing. I know, I know, I can hear all those health conscious people going;

"SO UNHEALTHY!! One day you go hospital or faint from dehydration then you know!! The CRIME.. no water.. MY GOODNESS!! Ah see la.. pimple... why? No water, that's why. Sick again? Got drink water not?? No right???"

Lol.

The irony is, I'm drinking water (cold, of course) while blogging out this H2O blog.

Go figure..

TGIF Rant

2006-06-23T22:39:00.000+08:00

I've been pumping a good dose of Teddy Geiger and Corinne Bailey Rae into my ears to cool my nerves.

What causes the nerves?

It must be the rain. Must be the neverending homework. Must be physics. Haha.

But all's well now.

TGIF!!! (Thank God It's Friday)

Talking about Physics, I can't believe we were talking about Paris Hilton. My goodness, what a waste of saliva. But it was interesting nonetheless.. haha.. thanks to Farnaz.

Ya'know what?.. There is a very fine line between the readers and writers who blog and the ones who blog because they're bored or whatever reason.

I mean, you can see the difference. It's freaky.

I claim myself to be the latter I guess since this blog is so obviously not very creative.

Geez. I'm bored...off to fill up with more Teddy Geiger.. ( has anyone seen his eyes?!?!?!??!.. ahh.. so nice so nice..)

Wut A Wk

2006-06-22T21:01:00.000+08:00

It's been a very very stressful week (haha.. "what do I know about stress?" I hear all you college/uni people saying..hehe.. there's loads no matter what age you are!) Lessons have been hard, my eating rhythm is all out of wack thanks to 'let's all stand for ages and THEN sing' choir.

Today has not been one of my usual cheerful days. In fact, I miss laughing at home. Not as in the mad-laughter-by-myself laughter. The, you know, laughs in general.

Feeling lonely and stressed is not a very nice feeling eh?

Ahh, but I am not one to be easily depressed, just a little Harriet from 'White Boots' and a pinch of Teddy Geiger and a sprinkling of Corinne Bailey Rae plus, not to mention, the unexpected naps will take care of it all.

Hmm.. take for example today, during the 'let's all stand for ages and THEN sing' choir practices, a bunch of us went up for a Chemistry lesson (and thank goodness I went..gosh.chem's complicated), and after the lesson, we all ran down for choir, found out our bags were left all lonesome-ly at the back of the hall, went off to retrieve our bags with growling stomachs and came back to stand and stare AND THEN sing.

My goodness, no wonder so many people don't want to go for choir practice.

I wasn't in the best of moods because I was getting dizzy due to the upside-down haywire meal times and I had such a gruelling (for me la) physics AND chemistry lesson and the disappointment at not being able to go for the prefect party (so much for planning) so when well, hands started being folded and scowling faces were shown and inquiries were made on our 4 minute tardiness to choir, I nearly lost it.

I haven't lost it for a long long long long long long long long time. Seriously, I hate blowing up, I hate arguments, I hate it when people fight and go all 'emo'.

But everybody has their limits I guess.

I dunno, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the dizziness, maybe it was the scowling faces, maybe it was just me, I jz lost it a little and gave my piece of mind.

Of course, even in my dizziness, I guess I managed to show a little clemency and didn't say more than was necessary. I secretly wish I did though. But that wouldn't have been pleasant. Heh.

Ah...what a week, what a week..

Ps: WELCOME BACK LYDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You sound like a british!.. Haha..

Form Four (sei)

2006-06-20T16:03:00.000+08:00

What motivates a person?

I've been asking certain people with over-the-top brains to tell me the answer. And what did I get?

"Huh?"

Hehe...

Maybe I should speak louder next time. =)

Anyways, results have been handed out and I've been subjected to neverending amounts of pressure and stress since then.

Flinging all their [ppl who got high marks] worries and cares (kononnya worries la...) away, I'm very glad that my dad didn't blow over my horrible results. In fact, he laughed and said I'd better be failing or getting low low marks now then next year and then he told me how badly he had done when he was in form four.

Actually I kinda expected the results I got (except moral.. whoa.. who knew I could 'lie' so well??? A2 somo weii....) and since I was still 'getting used to being an Alpha-ian'.. I guess i'm partially excused.

Or maybe I just don't get form 4. Yet.

The past form 4s have told me that form 4 life ain't no easy piece of cake so I guess I was pretty prepared for having some horrible results. But seriously, horrible results in a class filled with very very very very bright people who count and count and dig out every single, miniscule mark for their exams from the teachers and moan and groan over their A2s is NO FUN at ALL.

The worse is when someone comes up to you and groans that they got a 79 or sth like that when all you got was well, some low mark. All you can do is politely raise your eyebrow and heave a sigh of exasperation. Very tiring.

And the calculators!! Ahh.. those horrible calculators...the ones that add up all your marks and sees who's higher or lower than you. The one that determines how well or how badly you've done. The agony. The torture. The numbers... ahhhhh..

Mannn... I gotta start studying earlier this year. Those were the days where I could get an A by studying the night before.. those were the days.

Ah well, I brought all these marks upon myself so i've gotta live with it. Now, I only have to get myself started. I never am able to start untill it's too late. Must be some procrastination syndrome thingy. Lol.

No worries.. i'll bring up my marks.. bring it onn....

In the Divided Land

2006-06-18T20:30:00.000+08:00

[Disclaimer: Will break into eloquent storytelling mode to release suppressed creativity]

You know, like in the Land Between the Worlds in Narnia, there are pools that can take you to many lands. There's the Land of Narnia, the normal reality (where we're living now) and there's the Land of....well, I forgot. But I know the beautiful evil queen whats-her-name spoke the deplorable word and vanquished that world.

(I always wondered what the deplorable word was...sounds so delectably taboo.)

As I was saying before I rambled off; then, there is the Divided Land.

The Divided Land is populated by all kinds of people. There are short people, tall people, tan people, people with fake tans, people with milky white skin, people with chocolate brown skins, people with sickness, people who are healthy; basically just a whole lot of different people.

And then of course, the Land is divided into two. A nice clean cut between two sections in shades of blue.

The first section is clothed in a light shade of blue and the second section is in a state of a darkish churned blue. The weather can be surprisingly pleasing on the skin but can be so harsh, it could kill.

But before I continue with my sudden burst of creativity, here's a little disclaimer for the negative in us..

[Now, why on earth am I rambling on about a Land that does not seem to exist? I must be going out of my creative way to be sending a message to somebody and making the entire world scratch their heads and do a little guesswork on my blog.

Right?

....No. And this is not some kind of 'she-says-no-but-actually-means-yes' blogs. I like to blog for fun k? It's not very serious, most of the time. ]

Anyways, where was I?

Ah, the Divided Land.

There are people in the Divided Land who have a certain glow and spark about them. A sense of joy and affection can almost be seen radiating out of their bodices, blinding all who are unhappy. They tend to float over the ground and have tiny feet that enables them to walk around very lightly and elegently on the ground. They live in the lighter side of the city. Blessed are those who bump into these people.

Then there are the other set of people. They live in the darker side of the city. Oh, what a terrible thing for a happy person to meet this set of people. Cursed are those who happen to stumble upon them. This set of people moan and groan wherever they go. A tiny lightning cloud can almost be imagined upon their dark heads. They walk with a 'clunk' and seem to be fighting constantly, but without hope, with gravity.

Of course, there is another group. But how heartbreaking yet joyful it would be to talk about them. They go about listlessly, never permanently belonging to any side of the city. These are the heartbroken, the unwanted, the wanted and the ones who have experienced love beyond comprehension. They are, a living, breathing, contradiction and irony that decorates the Divided Land.

There is, no main purpose of revealing the Divided Land, except, it is pretty safe to say that, in the Divided Land, many complex and interesting things happen.

What happens to the people in the dark side of the city, you may ask?

That is a sad story, unutterable by many a happy person. It can only be assumed that the second set of people have little hope of returning into the light and to experience laughter. I guess you could say, their wounds have been cut too deep to be repaired.

But of course, there is still hope.

What about the first set? Ah, that would be a more cheerful thing to speak of.

Once you enter the lighter part of the city, once you lift your head and break your stare of the ground, your heart will skip. You take a little glance at first because the beautiful blue lights are blinding you. Bravely, you look up a little more. Finally, you can't stand it any longer. You have to look.

And once you look, oh, how wondrous and majestic it is! The people seem to have a knack for laughing. And what a sound it is! The clear, crisp, fresh laughter. It makes you warm to the tips of your toes. The sound of that laughter and singing is infectious. Soon, a smile begins to form on your worn lips. A sense of fullness and love fills up the emptiness in your heart.

It is all wonderful. It was full lof love. It was perfect.

But wait, nothing is ever this wonderful. Nothing is ever this perfect.

You stop smiling. No, no, this couldn't be real. It doesn't make sense. It's not logical. It's a dream. Yes, yes, it must be a dream.

Suddenly, you seem to sink to the darker parts of the city. What's going on?

A voice speaks to you...you can barely hear it, but it is clear. It says..'Doubt'.

"Doubt?", you say. Yes, it is doubt. Suddenly, you remember the laughter and the singing and the perfectness of it all. A hand pulls you into the light.

Lying face down you take another peek.

The light blinds you.

You...can't....look...

But you know you want to.

Finally, there's no denying it. You look up. There it was.

There was laughter, singing, joyfulness. No sign of pain. No sign of sadness.

...And everything became perfect.

*

PS: HAPPY DADDY'S DAY DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
even though I don't say this... I LOVE YOU DAD!! Thanks for EVERYTHING.
Get well soon too.=)

Letters to 'The One'

2006-06-08T00:38:00.001+08:00

I figured I'd just take a small lil creative break from my untitled 'story' (which doesn't seem to be going anywhere interesting..hmm) and write something funny for once. May not be very funny and may be funny. Dunno. Was wondering when I'll get around to writing a letter in my blog and I finally found the inspiration to do so.

I must stress that I have noone in mind while writing this, so please don't get any ideas. I'm being honest here.

Here goes.

***

To my Future Husband (whoever you may be)

Dear hubby-to-be,

Hey. How's life going? Done anything interesting lately? Well, I hope that you (whoever you may be) are having a wonderful day and experiencing wonderful weather. I know, I know, what am I doing writing about weather to [one of] the most important person of my life. How boring can I be?

Anyway, you (whoever you may be) either know me, or do not know me, or surprise surprise, bumped into me before, so I'm not sure what I should be saying about myself. Let's start with the basics shall we? First of all, I'm not very short nor am I very tall. Neither am I very fat, nor very thin. So to be on the safe side, I hope you've (whoever you may be) been stuffing yourself silly on long beans and if you're stick thin, then I hope you have a sudden urge to eat and eat and eat. I'm pretty strong and can lift up certain things quite easily so I guess it wouldn't hurt if you (whoever you may be) happen to have a little Popeye-after-spinach bump on your arms in the event I grow weak and fall helplessly to the floor while being squashed by a heavy box. (In fact, you could have your 'macho cum hero' moment lifting the heavy box off of me. Think Superman saving Lois Lane)

My dad's a pretty hard nut to crack so I can foresee a certain amount of work (spiritually, emotionally and maybe physically) you'd be doing to win my parents' heart. A little advice here, never give up hope. No wimps allowed in the Lim family. Uh-uh. Be prepared for a long drill by my parents and scrubbing the floors. Nah. I'm kidding. At least, I hope my dad was kidding when he said that.

On a lighter note, wouldn't it be really funny if you (whoever you may be) happen to be the guy I bumped into the other day and dropped all your notes? Wouldn't it be even funnier if you're the guy I talk to each and every day? I think I'd die of shock and laughter if it turned out to be true.

Back to myself, I've got small hands and feet and I cannot live without rice. For your sake, and my future family's sake, I will take up cooking lessons and perfect the art of baking. Geng leh? Just be prepared to eat a lot of rice, frequently and chop up a lot of garlic and onions. It would be fantastic if you (whoever you may be) happen to be a chef!

(It would be even greater if you'd happen to be a chef and an accountant cum pastor. But I think I won't push my luck here)

Got any brothers and sisters? Well, I seriously hope you've (whoever you may be) got a sister figure in your family. It would be really freaky if you (whoever you may be) come from an All Boy's School Since Kindergarten background with no girl-contact, except your mother. And maybe a few girls in church. I think I'd be too busy getting over the reality that you (whoever you may be) have not been leading the cliche, 'normal' life I've been living to appreciate whatever you (whoever you may be) may be muttering about my 'beautiful, gorgeous eyes' in the event we go on a date together.

Oh yea. On pets. I'm sorry to say that I tend to be allergic to certain cat species and will unintentionally sneeze a total minimum amount of 10 times when exposed to excessive cat or dog fur. The same goes for dust. Don't worry about me being a neat freak though. I am almost a total contrast of a neat freak. I said almost. By the way, this 'sneezing habit' runs in my genes (the DNA one, not the Levi one) and has been branded as 'The Lim Nose'. You (whoever you may be) have been warned.

I'm pretty sure you're (whoever you may be) not a very outdoorsy person because I don't think I can stand having a husband running to the jungle every school holidays, dragging me to Mosquito-and-Dirt-and-Menacing-InsectLand with my mosquito repellant trailing behind me. I'm sorry to say, to all outdoorsy beings, I am simply a CityKid, born to roam the jungles of steel, metal and tarred roads.

Of course, don't be getting the idea that i'm spoilt silly. No, no. When I was younger I wasn't privileged to own a lot of luxuries and only got my first Barbie from my primary school best friend when I was ten. I have an older brother too, so you (whoever you may be) bet I can stand all those FIFA talk. And yes, I have watched Ninja Turtles when I was young and have played a lot of cars and guy-games when I was younger. Don't think you can beat me in marble shooting too.

Requirements and standards? I guess if you (whoever you may be) are going to be my husband, you'd have already met those requirements and standards so I guess it would be pretty pointless to go through it again. All hell would break lose if I find out you haven't been meeting my number one standard after marriage. That would be terrible.

As I am one who isn't fond of dwelling on horrible, terrible, unsweetened things, I'll move on to a lighter topic. I don't like arguing but my brother says I'm pretty stubborn (though he says it in other words) I guess it's a 'youngest-of-the-family' factor. But I'll try and blot it out as much as I can. The stubborness, I mean.

I sincerely hope you're a Lark as I am, most definitely an Owl. I thrive well and am most awake, alert and creative in the middle of the night. If you happen to be a Lark, I'd be able to achieve an equilibrium. I keep you awake all night, and you wake me up in the morning. Perfect.

Most, most most, importantly, well, maybe not VERY important, but still, important enough, I hope with all my might, will and strength, that you are not a snorer. If you snore, I will grab the whole blanket and sleep on the couch. Waitaminute. You will be abruptly woken and will sleep on the couch. With the extra blanket. I am a very light sleeper and tend to wake up at any noise. I tend to be a heavy sleeper in the early mornings though. Hmm.

Last but not least, I don't hope that you're very handsome, nor very romantic. I don't hope that you can sing a thousand love songs well. I don't hope that you will call me every night or write poems about me. All I hope for is that you have a heart that yearns after the Lord and stands true to your faith. I hope that you may be able to be a part of my wonderful family and add more blessings to it. I know we'll fight one day but I hope you will have the patience and the wisdom to do what is right at the right time. That's what I hope for.

I also hope that you have a very good head in numbers and pay every single bill that comes in. It wouldn't hurt if you carried an extra pack of tissues in your pocket wherever you go. You'd never know when I'd sneeze.

Yours to forgive and to love,

tabbydlim.

Ps: You'd score brownie points if you support ManU btw. =)

Part II

2006-06-05T22:32:00.000+08:00

Before I start rambling about my story (which seems kinda boring, nvm, I'll fix that), I was reading "False Facades" online and I momentarily lost all enthusiasm to write anything.

Now that it's all over and a teensy bit of my enthusiasm has returned, I shall attempt to not bore you, oh reader, to tears.

Just saying.

*

Zaria, was in fact, just as filthy rich as Tania. Not only did she own a mansion, she had an olympic sized swimming pool and a huge bedroom. Her dad was usually away on 'business' and her mother, well, let's just say her mother was kept busy 'preserving her beauty' to be at home much.

Zaria was mainly taken care of by her English au pair, Jenna.

It all began one fine day when the bees were buzzing and the sun was high in the sky. It was a perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold. You could practically run a hundred yards and not even break a sweat because of the low humidity.

Then it all started to unfold...

***

*Click click click*

"Hmm...I wonder if Jenna remembered to make sandwiches today."

*Click click click*

"If she didn't I'd have to run all the way to Wallie's to get some food"

*Click click click*

Suddenly, the clicking stopped. Zaria looked around. She sighed.

"Jennnaaaaaaaa..."

"What?" said Jenna

"The clicking's stopped" replied Zaria

"What clicking?" asked Jenna

Zaria opened her mouth to reply. Strangely, she forgot what the clicking was all about. She knew it was important. But she just couldn't remember what it was. It was as if a sudden wave had passed through her to make her forget. Strange.

"Zaria?? Are you ok? I don't have to send you to some crack to get uncracked do I? What's with the sudden silence?" said Jenna jokingly.

"Nah.. it's ok. I just thought I heard something. Or rather, stopped hearing something" replied Zaria.

How strange.

***

"If I you don't stop pulling my hair at the count of 3, I will tickle you to death with this 300 year old feather thingy"

Tania's younger brother, Jake, paused.

"Is it really 300 years old?" asked Jake.

"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's only 10 years old. But it sure looks 300, doesn't it?"

*Click click click*

"Can I hold it?" Jake asked.

"No." said Tania

*Click click click*

"Why not??? I'll be reaaaaaaaallly weaaaaaaaaally carefuw wiv it...pweaseeeeeee???"

For a ten year old he was really whiny.

*Click click click*

"No. Now could you just leave me alone?" said Tania

The clicking stopped. Tania paused. She looked at her younger brother who was almost in tears. She felt like hugging him and choking him at the same time. She felt, very very strange.

"Did you hear that just now? That clickety clicking noise?"asked Tania

"No. I'm going to find teddy to make my day a little better. No thanks to you." pouted Jake.

"Yea..sure.." said Tania distractedly.

Jake just pouted. Older sisters always acted that way. All starry eyed and emotional.

Tania just sat there. That was strange. How come Jake didn't hear it?

What was that clicking noise??

***

To be continued...

Not So Emo After All (Part 1)

2006-06-02T22:28:00.000+08:00

Ya'know, when someone says the word 'emo' (which means, emotional to the slang-declined), I always think of Elmo. Which makes no sense at all except that when you add an 'l' in 'emo' you get 'elmo'.

Ah nevermind. I shall now attempt to write a heart wrenching, tissue blowing story that will benefit Kleenex®.

Okay, I never stick to what I say prior to my blogging so I shall predict that this blog will not be a very emotional blog. I'm too happy-go-lucky to write a miserable blog.

Disclaimer:This story was made up along the way, has no relation to anybody, anywhere at anytime. Any resemblance to a living and breathing person (or not), is highly coincidental.

So there was this girl, petite in everyway, hair to die for, yadayadayada, in other words, nearly perfect. She had a temperament to rival even the most patient of them all and was oggled at wherever she went. She was a threat. She was an angel. She was the source of annoyance to girls all over the place. She was the one guys longed for but couldn't have.

She wat that sort of person, if you get what I mean.

Then there was another girl, tall and gangly, the tomboy of the town. Her best friends were mud and sneakers. To the sophisticated eye, she was a sight to sore eyes and was altogether no threat whatsoever to any girl. A huge contrast to little Miss Nearly-Perfect.

These two girls were not (and will not ever be) sisters nor were they neighbours. Why the only thing that could weave them together would be that they attended the same school. And seeing as a single established school held about a thousand students per year, it was pretty hard to weave a web together around these two girls.

Now the story would not be a story if I named these two girls, A and B. If I did name them A and B, I may as well carry out an entire experiment and name my hypothesis now. I, the science student, shall break all cold hard laboratory rules and succumb to the art side of me and name Miss Nearly-Perfect as Tania. The gangly tomboy would of course be called Zaria.

There is in fact, nothing very interesting or out of the ordinary about Tania or Zaria. However, everybody has a secret. However secretive a secret is, it is still a secret after all, isn't it?

Now would be a very good time to glance through the lives led by, well, we'll start with Tania.

Tania was a normal 18 year old girl who lived in a huge mansion. Well okay, she wasn't very normal then. She was filthy rich. But even though she was so very rich, she wasn't spoilt. Her dad had been serving the country as a soldier for 4 years and life had been very tough for her. After her dad retired, he had gotten bitten by the IT bug and had established a whole new computer software to rival Mr. Bill Gates.

She had a younger brother who was a pain to the entire family, a shaggy dog the size of a small african elephant (don't ask me why african and not indian) and a mom who worked as an established interior designer.

Extra after school activites consisted of rehearsels at the Drama Club and Advanced 1 Ballet.

Basically, life was easy for Tania.

To be continued...

Snips & Stuff

2006-06-01T15:14:00.000+08:00

So I got a ~~new~~ hair cut. Big deal. Hehe.

Actually there isn't much difference to it and blur people who are only wake up to food and things directly in front of them, wouldn't notice a single change on any given strand of hair on my scalp.

My hair's just straighter and less rigid and less one dimensional. In fact it has a few dimensions called layers. If that made any sense.

So here's a picture of me grinning at the webcam (couldn't find the camera) and the differences are

I changed my middle parting (yawn) to side parting
Layered the front a bit.
My frizz at the top of my head is gone

Hehe. Enough about my hair.

This morning I woke to the 'melodic' sound of my handphone AND alarm ringing in harmony in its attempt to profusely annoy me and wake me from my slumber.

So I was groaning and mumbling to myself on why Pn Maimon had to set the tuition time at such a nightmarish hour (8 IN THE MORNING!!!) and whining away to myself that my holidays were being ruined by having to wake up early.

So anyways, I coulnd't mumble, grumble, whine or groan forever. I got up brushed my teeth and was altogether very much awake untill I saw my handphone.

*2 Messages Received*

Hrmm.. what's going on?

"No tuition today issit?"

My eyes started to light up and I nearly switched off my phone (i'm very prone to doing these things when i'm in a rush) to get to the next message.

"No tuition today. Cancelled"

Yay!!

And I promptly fell asleep again under the covers of my soft blankie. Hehe.

Jackfruits. Nangka. That-yellowish-orange-thingy-with-the-seed-in-the-middle.

Whatever you call it, i eat.

My grandmother has this thing about making my brother and I eat a lot. In the middle of the afternoon she'll fry some chicken thingy and nearly force us to eat it. After dinner she'll cut mango and before I know it, I'm eating mangoes, nangkas and bananas. No wonder my skin is so yellow.

Why am I blogging about jackfruits?

I have no idea. I ran out of things to blog about.

By the way.. why do they call it Jack-fruit? Who's Jack? Why Jack? Why couldn't they call it Jillfruit or yellowfruit? Why is Jack so special that he gets a fruit named after him?

Okay, I just Googled it and Mr Jack from Jackfruit is derived from

"[Portuguese jaca (from Malayalam cakkai) + FRUIT.]"

There. Some knowledge for you to crunch on.

Tata

Patience and Buttons

2006-05-30T00:17:00.000+08:00

My patience ends when the internet konks off for the 50th time.

It ends when people don't listen to me when I have something important to say.

It ends when noone tells me anything.......again.

It ends when i'm left standing, stranded all alone for the 6th time.

My patience reaches its limit when another 'emo' blog pops up and all I can read is complains complains complains with no sense of solving a problem.

It ends when I start writing these kind of blogs.

It ends when people start taking advantage of my patience.

I pride myself in being a pretty patient person. I can withstand long advertisements with irritating people singing out of tune. I can stand people complaining to me for hours on end. I can stand a buzzing noise for quite some time. I don't blow up and scream when I'm angry.

But seriously, when people start taking advantage of my patience they're really pushing my buttons too far.

It's like this.

A small kid on an elevator staring at the button. Tempting. The temptation is there (not a test.. hehe) and the kid is there. There's noone about. It's just a 6-storey apartment. Press it.

The kid goes wild.. he presses one button. Exhiliarating.

He presses another. The button lights up. The push of the button gives such a satisfactory feeling to the tips of his fingers. The andrenaline of that small push. He must push another.

He pushes and pushes. In a frenzy, he jumps and presses the top button.

But oh dear, what has happened?

This button, the last button to be lighted up, it doesn't move!

With a cry of frustration he presses it harder. The temptation overpowers him. The perfectionist in him wants that button to be pressed. It has to light up! All the other buttons are already alight!

Suddenly, he hears a small ring. *ting*

The elevator door opens. He has forgotten about the door. How could he have forgotten the door???

A figure meets him at the door. Uh-oh.

"What are you doing, my dear boy?"

His heart stops cold. His face flushes in humiliation. He had gone too far and he knew the consequences of going too far.

"Come here, boy. You shouldn't have done that you know?"

He nods in agreement. With a gulp he held back his tears. He had gone too far.

The figure smiles slightly.

"You know, people don't like getting their buttons pushed. Elevators too."

The boy just stands there. Looking at his shoes. He realises his socks don't match.

The figure carries on.

"Elevators are a little bit like people. In people, there are tiny little invisible 'buttons' that other people press. They press it to get something off of that person."

The figure seemed quiet after this. The boy was tempted to look up. Then the figure began to talk again.

"You push an elevator button once to get to a place right?"

The boy nods.

"But if you push other buttons besides your own little button, you're going to end up in places you don't want to go."

The boy understands. He wonders what this figure is trying to say to him.

"You'll understand when you grow up dear." The figure stops. Ponders. And continues.

"Just think of it this way, if everyone pushed buttons like you do, the buttons would all wear out. And then nobody would be able to get anywhere. They'll all stumble listlessly into places they don't want to go. The world would be such a bitter place."

The figure became quiet again.

The boy understood. He looked up. Noone was there. Strange. He ran home with the words of the figure ringing in his ears. When he reached home, he sat on his couch, thinking.

Then after awhile, a smile began to form on his face. He changed his socks.

Finally, they matched.

*

Haha.. i think I went a little too far with the story. Ah well. God has given me such a wonderful brain. Time to sleep.

2006-05-29T15:41:00.000+08:00

My mom just opened another branch in Sri Hartamas and I haven't even seen it yet. (The photo is the Ampang branch one)

Ah well.

My mom says she wants to go into interior designing when she retires.

Why not eh?

So Tempting

2006-05-23T14:58:00.000+08:00

Addmaths was a near nightmare. If I get an A, pigs would fly.

If I pass on the other hand...well yea. *stumped*

In Bio 2 today I was sorely tempted to answer some pun-atic answers towards all the real annoying questions.

For example, there was this question; State 4 tissues of an animal and name its function.

(something like that la..)

I was sitting there thinking.."What are tissues again?", then I was staring out the window watching the form 6s do their exams and I was sorely tempted to change the "4" to "1" and write

Kleenex®. To wipe off snot.

Of course I didn't la...somehow inspiration came and I managed to form the word 'skeleton' in my head. Actually I just stretched my back and heard it crack then remembered.

: p

Then there was another question; What can you derive from..blah blah..

Again, I resisted the urge to write

Nothing.

Because that's what I got. Nothing.

Bio, bio, bio.....

I can't wait till they ask me about Krypton.

Hehe.

Ps: A very happy Sweet Sixteenth to Alicia! Now we can all sing the "Sound of Music" song.=)

AaARrRgGGhH!!!

2006-05-20T20:42:00.000+08:00

I'm going to get last in A class.

Why on earth did I want to go to A class anyway?

Couldn't I stand B class for just two years?

What's wrong with the internet that makes me drawn to it?

Why can't my parents be home before my exams?

Why am I taking addmaths and physics?

I'm so STRESSED OUT it HURTS.

My chest hurts on the left sometimes too.

I'm going to DIE on report card day.

But at least if my first semester is bad then my second won't be so bad.

Die. Die. Die.

Bday Pics

2006-05-19T22:04:00.000+08:00

For my birthday party pics go to

www.imagestation.com/members/tabbydlim

or go here.

Don't They?

2006-05-17T16:34:00.000+08:00

First, the Da Vinci Code and now this.

Minishorts blogged about it by the way..that's how i found out about it la.

Hard isn't it? It's hard being a christian in the world today. You gotta be careful where you jot down your religion in certain places. Because of this...because of that. Sigh.

Romans 8:35

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

2 Corinthians 12:10

That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

It's sad that so many people around cannot understand my faith and call me blind.

Don't they ever wonder why Christians are Christians? Don't they wonder what makes a Christian a Christian? Don't they wonder why some people were willing to die for their faith in Christ? Don't they wonder what the REAL meaning of Christmas is?

Not the "real" meaning. Not the "We must all be loving and kind and not expect so many presents" meaning. But the real meaning and the wonderful news it brings.

Don't they want to know it?

Oh, and also another thing, people always think catholics and christians are the same. My goodness, they are not. They are two very different religions. Even the church buildings are different.

I personally have wondered about all other kinds of religions and wondered what made a Muslim a Muslim, a Hindu a Hindu, a Buddhist a Buddhist and a Catholic a Catholic.

Maybe I didn't study it as deep as some other people or like my father did. Maybe I'm not Mahatma Gandhi who studied each religion carefully (but got turned away frm the church cos' he had no shoes..sigh), but after all that reading and asking questions, I'm still a Christian.

Don't you want to know why?

I Heart NY

2006-05-16T15:34:00.000+08:00

So after exam today, I half limped back (my leg was acting up cos' i had a huge painful cramp the night before) and when I entered my home.....

Big luggages. Lots and lots of new things cluttering the table. King kong on the Empire State Building. Degas Ballet.

Yup.

Parents are home.

=)

Apparently their aeroplane had a water leak so they had to land in Vienna. But all's well now.

=)

To HyperBlog

2006-05-15T14:18:00.000+08:00

I'll be in denial if I didn't realease my creativity on this oh-so-fair blog just because exams are tomorrow.

I'm so going to blow if I can't release my creativity somewhere.

Okay. So here goes.

I spent the entire morning in class reading and highlighting my Sejarah book and now my Sejarah book is the most colourful book in the entire class, possibly, school because I colour-coded everything; following my cousin's lazy-yet-smart style. Haha.

Got to go home at 1.10 today and I came home expecting to see some huge luggages in the den with my dad and mom sitting on the couch.. but noooooooo....

"Hi kor.. is mommy and daddy back frm new york/stockholm yet?"

"Nope..They're stuck in Vienna. Coming back tomorrow."

"Vienna???? VIENNA???!?!?!????"

"The capital of Austria la"

"I know la!"

"Everything also you know."

"*makes faces*... yea yea..OooOoo.. so no BK exam today! Yes!"

.... so I went up to get my handphone and smsed all the BK candidates and some of them were happy.

Some slaved over BK the night before.

(SO SORRY about that!! You know la..unforeseen circumstances.)

Right. So my parents have practically very nearly travelled a quarter of the world, just to get back to Malaysia. From Malaysia to Stockholm to New York. And from there, getting bored of New York (ok la.. maybe not bored...), Philadelphia, Chicago and goodness-knows-where.

Then from Chicago to New York to Stockholm to Ma-

Eh wait.

-Vienna.. and THEN to Malaysia.

Eee... jealous la.

But I guess to make up for it, and since they only have one son and one daughter, they bought girly Nike things for me and Guy-ish Nike things for my brother as well as some other things.

Apparently the Nike Outlest in America all sell Nike products a tad cheaper than here in good ol' Malaysia. And has anyone seen the COLOSSAL PEANUT BUTTER JARS?!?!?!??! (I think alicia would appreciate this) I think one jar can last my family like, 3 months tops.

America is a good place to stay. For Nike. For peanut butter. For education.

Cheh wah.

I think I have this desire planted in the depths of my heart to go to my natural homeland and drift about in my homeland's neighbour.

That is Canada and America la. For those who don't know.

Plus the national anthem's so much nicer than Negaraku.

O Canada!

Our home and native land!

True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,

The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,

O Canada,

we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Blogging about that, I remembered, when I was young, all those primary school teachers tried to act patriotic by forcing us to love Malaysia. They'll go

"Kamu semua merupakan anak-anak Malaysia. Malaysia Boleh!"

Then I'll go.. (i admit la.. I was really naughty then)

"Cikgu, saya dari Kanada."

Poor poor teachers. Having to put up with a small rebellious smart aleck girl like me then.

Ah well.

May as well act rebellious then when we're all innnocent and less smart than acting like that now.

Off to hit the books.. toodles.

A Rant. Ouch.

2006-05-12T22:10:00.000+08:00

(Disclaimer : A rant has no purpose and no meaning and can carry the reader to many places at one go, from one topic to another. You were warned.)

Ever wonder how it feels like to read something bad or disturbing about you that you know is directed at you, or someone you really really care for?

That's right.

Ouch.

I was watching 'Harriet the Spy' on HBO today and Harriet was played by Michelle Ta...something something aka. Buffy's lil sis'. In case you haven't read this classic book (tsk tsk.. hehe), it's about this 11 year old girl who wants to be a famous writer when she grows up and was influenced by her nanny, 'Golly', to keep a notebook to jot everything down.

"If you want to be a good writer, it's never too late to start now"

(somewhere along those lines..)

So she writes everything down, in point form, about everything and describing everything, from a delivery boy to her best friend and makes up 'spy routes' for herself to spy on everyday.

So one day, while playing tag, she drops her every secretive notebook and Marion Hawthorne, a.k.a, Little Ms Evil-Perfect, grabs it and reads it out loud for all to hear.

It's bad because she wrote a lot of mean things about people (which were perfectly true, but mean) and she lost her best buddies and was deprived of her notebook untill her parents took her to see some whacko pyschiatrist who played games with her and eventually gave her a notebook.

Blah blah blah, she became the 6th Grade newspaper editor, apologised to everyone and got her buddies back.

Right.

Where was I?

Oh yea. Ouch.

Before that, I have make something absolutely clear. Call it a statement, if you please.

Teenagers are all so hypocritical and secretive.

They hate it when someone writes something indirectly directed to them so they write an indirect but actually direct blog towards the person who indirectly directed a blog at them.

I love writing sentences like that. =)

Just to make things clear, I am NOT directing an indirect blogpost to anyone or anything from anywhere or erm, anytime. And yes, I am also a teenager, therefore I have also been a hypocrite, somewhere, sometime in my 16 years of breathing.

I so can be a philosopher cum lawyer now. Haha.

Getting back to the point.... I was just thinking of all the mean things or good things I could write in my blog about certain people. For example..

XXX = Long hair, gentle, clear, crisp voice, very whiny, caring but gets on my nerves..

Something like that la.

Then I was wondering what it would feel like for me to be listening to other people's thoughts about me.

Yikes. Me no likey.

And then it just hit me with a realisation, I barely blog about anybody, let alone, myself. All of my blogposts are mostly watered down into something that noone will find offensive or watered down to fit the comforts of my readers. Which is good and bad either way.

Hmm.. what am I getting at?

I seem to be writing and writing and 'observing' and 'summarising' and 'stating' and 'realising' but I don't seem to have a purpose.

What's the matter with me?

Maybe I'm actually writing an indirect but actually direct blog which is directed, indirectedly to someone. Maybe I read an indirect blog directed at somebody and went 'OUCH' and am now indirectly directing something back at the person.

Ouch.

I am..a teenager...after all. I dare you to understand my complex emotions and mind.

Scary

2006-05-11T19:40:00.000+08:00

Lately I've been thinking of scary thoughts.

Like, what if my ballet examiner wrote so little because my dances were all so awful? Maybe she wrote a big fat FAIL for my dance then all 10 years of my ballet 'career' will go foosh down the drain?

Highly unlikey, yet probable. But it's just a thought.

Or like, what if that nagging pain in my chest means something else? Leukemia? A hole in my heart? Or maybe asthma? Or maybe it's just me growing up and my bones growing?

Or if something happens in America when my parents are there?

Or one day someone decides to target me as I walk to and fro from school?

Or, on a lighter but still scary thought, I'm sent back down a class because my grades aren't up to standard?

These are all not nice thoughts to be thinking about. Not nice at all. No repeated touches on any amount of wood could make the fears go away. Choy doesn't work.

Somehow I know that God is there for me, but sometimes I don't. There's no special formulae that will solve all these things. There's no..

pray 5 times a day + fast + study + go offline = perfect

Sigh. It's like math. You know the formula, you know how to do the basics, then they whack you with some out of this world question and leave you hanging there trying to solve it. Sometimes you can solve it, sometimes you can't.

Which reminds me, I do not like maths at all. I'd rather write a thousand karangans and essays, each 1000 words in length, then sit for an additional mathematics or mathematics test.

Sad, but true. Maths + Tabby = Extreme Blur Cases

I'm not saying that I can't do maths or do well in it, I'm just saying I don't, to put it nicely, prefer it.

Back to scary thoughts, I think I wouldn't be so fearful all the time, if I were a guy. I mean, all guys can go strut around the entire Melawati without a single worry. And it would help if he were to be a big guy too.

But girls, big sized or small sized get terrorised all the time. Scary.

I guess i'm not aiming for a conclusion today, so, like my english essay I wrote this morning, (which i will blog out soon after it's marked), I shall leave it hanging...

Alarm Clocks

2006-05-10T16:44:00.000+08:00

I hate my alarm clock.

Ballet

2006-05-09T20:17:00.000+08:00

Today was my last every grade ballet exam.

Sounds so dramatique, er, dramatic.

With cold sweat and shaking hands and unsteady feet, I got ready for my ballet exam, nearly knocking my head on the door, looking for my mom's make up and making myself more ghostlike at 12.00pm.

Filled up my water bottle (and left it at home..oops) and proceeded to go online to get a pep talk aka "RELAX LA TABBY!" talk from Evon. Ended up talking about everything under the sun.

Went to DanceArt and watched Zhi Wen getting made up and made my eyes bigger and more gorgeous, thanks to Poh Lyn. =)

Stretched a lot, jumped around, took pictures, sms-ed, got a call, and eventually, the bell was rung.

Aack.

Barre exercises.

I very very nearlyyyyy....forgot what to do next during my exercises. Close call.

Etude lyrique.. hmm.. let's just say I sorta turned in the wrong direction at the end, but the beginning and middle were the best I could do at the moment.

Valse Printemps.. whoa.. I was freaking out before I went out to dance. Went in with a big smile (which wasn't really received very well.. hrm..) and jumped and danced my heart out. No stumbling whatsoever though, my french examiner's eyes were kinda freaky.. darting up and down like that.

Mouvement libre dramatique wasn't so bad and I didn't fall down!!! YAY!

Dance Russe was a lil fast and I nearly rushed it. My chest was hurting me before my dance so I'm really thankful that it didn't hurt too bad during the dance..didn't smile much during this dance.

Fonale polonaise and Reverence was a huge relief. It was finally over!!.. Unfortunately, I got blocked by Zhi Wen and Audrey cos' I was in the middle. Ah well. Can't have everything.

Took tons and tons (we're nuts) of photos after the whole exam was over and posed like mad. Haha.

Will blog more another time.. =)

Separation

2006-05-07T21:27:00.000+08:00

I

M

I

S

S

M

Y

C

A

M

E

R

A

!!

And i'm so nervous about my last ballet exam..ever.

*urlp*

Hrmp

2006-05-04T21:13:00.000+08:00

I can't believe what my ex-classmates did to me!!!!!

I mean.. I'm sorry la.. that I changed class and all, and left Jo Yee to be the only chinese girl in the class but seriously!!!

I actually mohon-ed to change class in January because I was really lonely and sort of depressed. I got a resounding NO from Pn Mohana about my application and I thought that was that. Then I got used to 4B and thought "Hey, I could actually get use to this class.."

Then last last week, out of the blue, they just moved my class and boy, was I shocked.

So then I had just begun to settle in to 4A and all, then these bunch of 4A people had to go and stack up the tables and chairs in 4B and then the entire 4A was asked to sign a letter of apology to the Beta-ians for stacking up the tables and chairs.

Whaatttt....

I, for one, was happily doing my AddMaths (maybe not happily la..) homework and didn't notice a single thing that happened.

Then... then... then...

.... the 4 Beta-ians took my name off the 4B apple tree and it was TORN!!!!

*sobs*

Heartless...truly heartless...

Ah.. but no matter....must've been the guys....guys guys guys..

But it did hit me with a realisation that I wasn't a part of B class anymore. Hmm..gotta get use to it la. No matter...I still have friends in B class and I intend to keep em'.

And I aint' gonna sign no letter of apology.

Lazy Pig

2006-05-03T21:02:00.000+08:00

I am so lazy.

I hardly wrote anything today and the most I did today was draw ionic bonds and covalent bonds in Chemistry while yawning my eyes out.

I think this is also partially because I only learnt Chemistry in school today as all the other teachers (excluding Pn Sathia, moral) didn't come into class.

So I guess I spent half my day in school sitting in class watching people write chinese characters and jawi on the whiteboard and playing around with the ugly fake lizard, eating McD and watching magic tricks.

A few of the guys tried to do the magic tricks on me, and after 4 times, ahem, it still wasn't my card. Hehe.

Must've been influenced by all the 'Secrets of the Street Magicians' that was showing on Star World last night. All fakers. Hmph.

And so, as I was saying, I am lazy.

Exam is in two weeks time and I have an enormous amount of pressure laid on my shoulders being in 4A now (oh dear) and for the first time in... well.. my life... I actually have to study properly.

Aiyaiyai.

Practically all this while I've been playing.. well.. not really the fool.. but not working to my fullest potential. Due to my procrastination habits. I think i'm gonna blow the mid year exam like i've been doing all this while because I can't seem to focus.

Plus it doesn't help that my mom's in New York bumping into Julia Roberts and all and leaving me free to roam the World Wide Web and Astro and free to make tons of noises on the piano.

I think I've been taking the phrase 'Hit the books!' a little to literally. Once, I fell over a book.

So much for learning ballet and learning how to balance all this while. I end up falling over books.

Haha.

Ah well. Enough blogging for now.

Classics

2006-04-28T21:32:00.000+08:00

I finally got around to watching this show. Wanted to watch it ever since it came out; and it came out when I was 12 years old.

And now i'm 16.

Normally, I really hate sad shows with somewhat (SPOILER) sad endings.

I know, I know, classic chic flick. Whatever.

I think these kind of shows can become classics though.

clas·sic (klăs'ĭk) : Having lasting significance or worth; enduring.

Take for example,

Fiddler on the Roof
Sound of Music
Mary Poppins
My Fair Lady
Romeo and Juliet
Cinderella

Those are just some of the shows that have become classics. All have lasting significance to society. Mostly girls.

For example, I watched Cinderella (yes, that disney cartoon shown ages ago), literally, a hundred times. Possibly more than a hundred times. Don't even get me started on "Sound of Music" or god forbid you ask me how many times i've watched "Mary Poppins".

And yes, I have been brainwashed in my mind when I was small; that doing house chores are not a thing to be criticised for, why, you may even get a good looking ol' prince who'll whip you away to a land far far away!.. After you've done your chores and beat the midnight curfew, of course.

Magic? Who needs magic? Just get an umbrella that would hold your weight, some laughter to bring you to the top and a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down. Plus it wouldn't hurt if you could snap your fingers really well.

Had enough of evil stepmoms? Just leave the navy house rules. Sing, dance, think of your favourite things!!! And if you're sixteen and are infatuated with love, run around in a gazebo while it's raining. Listen to your governess who stayed even when you left a frog in her pocket. Say hello to a new beginning in Switzerland.

Solving a problem like Maria could never have been so easy.

By the way, what's with the Fiddler on "Fiddler on the Roof"?? I think all the fiddler did was grin and play a tune twice in the show. Ah. But ever heard of the word elope? No? Go watch fiddler on the roof. "I don't need your permission, sir, just your blessing"

I love chocolates. (My Fair Lady)

Besides all these oldies, Sleepless in Seattle and You've Got Mail and A Walk to Remember will most probably be watched by my daughters and granddaughters maybe. Who knows?

Good movies never die.

Ps: I better go watch A Walk to Remember alone this time. Then I can weep my eyes out. Haha.

Alpha Vs Beta

2006-04-27T21:28:00.000+08:00

Fine. AlFa.

Anyways, I prepared myself for a realllllllllyyyyy bizarre week this week and I think I overexaggerated on the 'really really bizzare' part.

So far, being in A class (like, finally) hasn't been very weird. It's hotter though and cooler both at the same time. Hotter cos' i'm away from the fan. Cooler cos' i'm nearer the window.

And so, my first day in class A was a very weird one for me. It's like I knew 90% of the people there but I didn't really know them. People have this perception that all A class students sit quietly at their desks and work wholeheartedly and diligently over their homework. And if there isn't any homework, study lor.

Right?

Guess what... B class is quieter but A class people make you do your homework. All in all, peoples' perceptions on how A class students are, are quite accurate, but they're not THAT studious in class.

Please la, as if noone talks.

The irony is, the class is really really noisy sometimes and I think I laugh more there.

And what is this, why does the first class get all the good/average/interesting teachers??

My goodness, I've been suffering for like, 4 months, dreading to go to every class, and the class right next to me is laughing away like mad, studying english or some sort.

... and I think I'm one of the fair few in that class who appreciates their bio teacher.

=)

Okay, since i'm losing my touch in writing bombastic blogs, I shall just end (rather pathetically) with this..

My dad always tells me that God will grant me my deepest and righteous desires in my heart..

.. and I think God put the desire in my heart for somethinga and this time He has a special plan for me in A class.

Wonder what it is?

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

2006-04-25T14:38:00.000+08:00

...and here are two thousand out of the many thousand words I want to say...

Thanks for the cake..

Thanks for the hippo..

Thanks for the butterfly... =)

Thanks for the pig.=)

Sweet Sixteenth Bash

2006-04-23T15:48:00.000+08:00

Had a whole lotta people come over to my house and there was a mini slideshow done by my parents.

It was and is the best party I've ever had in my entire life.

The cake was humungous and the candles were numerous.

Plus, If you turned the cake upside down, Tada! 91 years old.

And of course.. all the wonderful friends and each one being a blessing to me in one way or another.

I am so blessed.

Ps: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KO!!!!

Sweeeeeeeeet Sixteen

2006-04-19T20:40:00.000+08:00

No more being 15... No more eligible for all MSSDs Under 15.

Sixteen Going on Seventeen (Sound Of Music)

(Rolf)

You wait little girl

On an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life little girlis an empty page

that men will want to write on

(Leisl)

To write on

(Rolf)

You are 16 going on 17

Baby its time to think

Better beware

Be canny and careful

Baby you're on the brink

You are 16 going on 17

Fellows will fall in line

Eager young lads

And grueways and cads

Will offer you fruit and wine

Totally unprepared are you

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared are you

Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older and wiser

Telling you what to doI am

17 going on 18

I'll take care of you

(Leisl)

I am 16 going on 17

I know that i'm naive

Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet

And willingly I believe

I am 16 going on 17

Innocent as a rose

Bachelor dandies

Drinkers of brandies

What do I know of those

Totally unprepared am I

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared am I

Of things beyond my ken

I need someone older and wiser

Telling me what to do

You are 17 going on 18

I'll depend on you

Will blog more another time and post up pictures of all my wonderful presents..

When I'm Bored (Pictorial)

2006-04-11T21:56:00.000+08:00

When I'm bored, I play with my handphone.

Unfortunately, since my phone has no Mp3, let alone, colour, I can only play snake.

It's amazing though, I can play for quite some time, but I still am unable to beat my pathetic high score of 1147.

When I'm bored I start talking to my friends..

I'm usually bored late at night ~~when I'm supposed to be sleeping~~. That's when all the "wonderful" pictures come up and when the lighting is almost at its best.

At this ungodly hour when I am dead tired, I begin to go all whacky and take nonsensical pictures. Well, at the time it didn't really seem nonsensical. But ah well. I still like my pictures.

By the way, does anyone know of the "Ultraman" on our new RM5 note? No? Take a look at this then..

Cool eh?

When I'm bored, I love to make people guess. For example..

What on earth is this? Hehe.. guess all you want. Everyone will perceive it differently and I love broadening one's creativity and imagination. Don't you? Will not tell you the answer unless you pester me to death by the way.

That's about it.

Off to take more nonsensical pictures.. tralalala..

Ps: 7 more days of being 15..

Tongue Twisters

2006-04-10T15:32:00.000+08:00

Some people just have too much time on theire hands and too much originality.

Mr. See owned a saw.

And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.

Now See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw

Before Soar saw See,

Which made Soar sore.

Had Soar seen See's saw

Before See sawed Soar's seesaw,

See's saw would not have sawed

Soar's seesaw.

So See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw.

But it was sad to see Soar so sore

Just because See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw!

I need not your needles, they're needless to me;

For kneading of noodles, 'twere needless, you see;

But did my neat knickers but need to be kneed,

I then should have need of your needles indeed.

I find i'm getting better with my pronounciations. Soon I can rattle of all the headlines on CNN with a big grin plastered on my face and with 2 million people watching me..

Wah. Intimidating.

Tata..

Ps: 8 more days till I am no longer 15.....=)

ZzzZzz

2006-04-08T22:02:00.000+08:00

Still in "zzz" mode, excuse every single nonsensical rant that may occur.

Last night I had a nice 5 minit snooze on the keyboard at 3.30am because I was halfway doing my book review on the computer and fell asleep.

Yea.

So I had little keyboard impressions on my face and the letters "oij;oijljihjl;ioy'i" on my powerpoint. Nice huh?

Woke up to my reminder cum alarm clock and promptly snoozed it off. I'm such a pro in pushing snoozy buttons. Reluctantly got up and braved the heat to go to school and bore myself to tears singing "Malaysia, Tanah Pusaka" over and over again and getting fed up with all the zero conducting halfway.

We are humans.

We require variety to keep our butts from falling onto a chair/stage and to cooperate with what you're asking us to do.

But of course, no point saying these things anyway.

Hmph.

Where was I?

Oh yea, I got around to taking some pictures last night and I took some of Matthew Khoo aka Birthday Guy and a few other people (such as myself and all.. hehe) and guess what?

THE CAMERA IS NOT WHERE IT SHOULD BE.

Hrmp.

I hate disorganisation. Hate hate hate it it it.

The irony is I can be really messy and disorganised myself. No wonder I get so bitter.

Haha.. i sound like an old woman who lost her spectacles..

=)

Well anyways, no "wonderful" photos today (dang it) because.. well.. I can't find the camera.

Random
I forgot entirely what I was going to say after I wrote that word.

Random 2
What if I trademarked every word and colourise it into one colour on this blog? Then, would all the words written and the colour I use prevent people from ever using it? Then, can I sue them for using it and circulating the colour?

Random 3
I'm bored of my hair. So very bored. I'm sick of the 'practical hair' where it's all boring and stays out of my face. It's so blah.

Maybe I should go and dye it bright pink. =)

Random 4
I like him. Not him. Haha. This is pure nonsense. Or not?

Random 5
I just messed with your mind with my random 4. Hehe.

Random 6
I just remembered what I wanted to say. I hate going up and having everyone look at me. It's a wonder I didn't blubberise my book review this afternoon. Wonder if I screwed up and didn't know it.. hmm.. screwtape screwtape..

Random 7
Time to sleep. Goodnight.

MSSDs

2006-04-04T21:03:00.000+08:00

I have too many MSSD competitions.

Chess was the worst.

2 long whole days of exhaustion... blergh.

The only thing good about it was my last game and I found out I didn't fail chemistry but got an A2 for it instead.

ZzzzzzZzzz....

Belle

2006-04-02T18:30:00.000+08:00

Jack Johnson sang a song entitled 'Belle' on his album 'In Between Dreams' (yup, that yellow cd), and I was always wondering what he was singing about because I have this tendency of listening to songs I like again and again and again till I get sick of it.

Here are the lyrics for the entire song..

Oi Linda

Bella che fa

Bonita, bonita que tal

But belle

Je ne comprends pas francais

So you'll have to speak to me

Some other way

So today, I finally got over my curiousity.

I googled, I read, I laughed.

It seems, some group called the 'Talkies', (i think so) was discussing about it.

And guess what???

Jack Johnson sung in three different languages and it goes something (mind you, something) like erm,

Hey Beautiful

Beautiful girl

But belle

I can't speak french

So you'll have to speak to me

Some other way

It seems he did it as some sort of private joke for his wife.

Haha!

Is that sweet and funny or what?

Ps:I finally got around to alphabetizing (er is tat how u spell it?) my links..

April

2006-04-01T20:39:00.000+08:00

APRIL IS HERE!!!

I absolutely adore April. The only drawback is that there aren't any school holidays.

= (

Anyways, think about it, the FIRST day of april is started off with laughter. Overseas, flowers bloom and all the colours imaginable pop up..

Sunflowers for my bro's Taylors Law teacher..

Not to mention it rains a lot overseas during spring too, but hey, as long as there are flowers it's ok.

Flowers outside church..

Also my parents are out to "get each other" during april fool's day too. This is gonna be fun..

ANNNNNNDDDD..

This year I can finally qualify to sing the Sound of Music song..

Oh, and my fever finally 'broke' this evening and I'm feeling LOADS better now.

Till next time..

Oh dear....

2006-03-31T15:27:00.000+08:00

I sat for my modern mathematics paper with a screaming fever and a pounding cough and red sore throat by my side.

It sure could've been better.

To make matters worse, I had to trudge down all the way to the office and force my eyelids to open and force my brain to work on the chemistry paper.

I tell you, I may even fail for all I know. My brain was so mushed up.

To make matters worse, I sat for my Moral paper straight away. I think I only used like, 7 nilai in total for the entire paper.

I nearly drove myself to tears with frustration and fever-fatigue.. .

Arrrrrrghhhhhh... what horrible, terrible, no good, annoying, frustrating tests!!!

Award

2006-03-30T09:29:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I wasn't feeling so good, nope, I wasn't feeling good at all.

I sat in the loooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnngggggggggggggg-traffic-jam ride to Bandar Baru, Sungai Buloh, half sleeping in the back of the car trying to regain my stamina.

The cause for the extra stress?

FEVER.

What a horrible, terrible, no good time to have a fever mann....

In the car the IKIM.fm radio was on (some malay station) and this guy was talking about the atrocious price of one plate of Nasi Dagang and 'setokol' ikan (sth liddat) and 11 people called up to express their views.

Eleven. And the deejay took all of them. Imagine my boredommmmm......

Finally reached the place and i wasn't feeling too good (carsick, flu, the works) and my teacher gave some Vita-C to boost up my stamina, which worked for like, 3 minutes?

Anyways, got called up and played against some really good players from Rawang and we won one game and lost the other 3.

Final score was 11-10. Yup, we didn't give in without a fight. Don't play play...

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, seeing that I was practically going delusional with my fever and my old arm injury was coming back.

Plus my brother never got any trophies for sports before. Hehe. (Unless chess is a sport la).

Managed to snag some sleep on the chair when I was waiting for the entire competition to be over.

Then when it was finally over, there was a lady who went up to do a speech and she was so blur

"...untuk..er.. aper ni..competition..er.. apa ya?.....*several minutes later*...ah... Kejohanan Ping Pong MSSD ini."

My gosh, the words were right behind her and everyone was holding a ping pong bat. How could she forget it was a Ping Pong competition??? She wasn't even that old!

Got our trophies and scooted off for home and when I reached home I slept till 10pm. When I woke up I had no sense of time and I went to eat my dinner. Haha.

Now i'm feeling a lot better.. but I've already missed 6 exams. Die la tomorrow....

Finals

2006-03-28T18:27:00.000+08:00

Last year during the ping-pong MSSD competition I lost singles AND doubles during the first round to a bunch of form 2 girls who were really small.

How embaressing.

This year I redeemed myself and have gotten into the finals for ping-pong doubles. ( i didn't play singles)

Tomorrow, it's either a silver or gold medal for me and for elise.

Buahahahhaha.. victory is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeett...........

Struggling With Sin

2006-03-19T19:46:00.000+08:00

My dad asked a question in baptism class today and that was..

"Are you struggling with sin?"

Interesting enough, I wasn't the only one.

I struggle and struggle to do what is right, to think what is right, to please, to be good, to be dillegent, and yet I fail miserably.

Romans 7:15

"15 What I don't understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise."

And when I try and try again, I realise, I need help. I desperately need help.

Romans 7:16, 17

"16 So if I can't be trusted to figure out what is best for myself and then do it, it becomes obvious that God's command is necessary.17 But I need something more! For if I know the law but still can't keep it, and if the power of sin within me keeps sabotaging my best intentions, I obviously need help!"

There was one time in my life where I decided to stop. Just plain stop disobeying and buck down and study (I was pretty darn lazy back then) and guess what? Before I even started to take my books, I already had it in my heart that I wouldn't live up to what I was striving for. It's like some sort of prediction that always comes true.

Romans 7:21-23

"21 It happens so regularly that it's predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up. 22 I truly delight in God's commands, 23 but it's pretty obvious that not all of me joins in that delight. Parts of me covertly rebel, and just when I least expect it, they take charge."

So is there no help out there? Am I left so helplessly by the One who has created me to struggle and suffer untill I can take it no more?

Romans 7:24

"24 I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question?"

There there must be an answer. And the answer is pure and simple.

Jesus Christ.

Romans 7:25, Romans 8:1,2

"25 The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different. 1With the arrival of Jesus, the Messiah, that fateful dilemma is resolved. Those who enter into Christ's being-here-for-us no longer have to live under a continuous, low-lying black cloud. 2A new power is in operation. The Spirit of life in Christ, like a strong wind, has magnificently cleared the air, freeing you from a fated lifetime of brutal tyranny at the hands of sin and death."

Isn't that just so marvelous? God amazes me again and again and again. How wonderful!

PS: Bible passages taken from "The Message" by Eugene H. Peterson

Sidus

2006-03-15T17:06:00.000+08:00

I have a sidus problem. I caddot prodounce by "n"s.

So I can't say nangka or cinderella or nose or ninevah or natalie or norway.

I'll be saying

dangka, siderella, dose,didevah, batalie or dorway.

So fuddy.

Observations

2006-03-14T20:10:00.000+08:00

I noticed that there are a ton of non-straightforward people who love to leave out specifications.

..and I also noticed that people have begun to use "I noticed that.." when they're trying to mention an indirect message to someone but is too afraid to tell that person straight up.

Or there are some who use lyrics off songs and what not to convey what they are trying to say in hopes of getting it through a person with thick skin or without.

Perasan tak? =)

Then when someone comes to you and is very straightforward, you'd just wish there was a big hole in the ground where you can jump into to avoid confronting that straightforwardness.

We are all such funny funny complex human beings with marvelous creativities and with tons of surprises up our sleeves.

God must be a very good-humoured Man.

=)

Worlds

2006-03-09T15:48:00.000+08:00

"Can't help it if I space in a daze,

My eyes turn out the other way,

I may switch off and go in a daydream,

In this head my thoughts are deep,

Sometimes I can't even speak,

Will someone be and not pretend?

I'm off again in my World"

-Avril Lavigne-

My world, if I had it my way, would be filled with swift unicorns and silvery colourful rainbows within a beautiful garden....

Righttttttttttttttt....................

No, seriously, in my, let's call it, Ideal world, there will be always be time to be able to understand and complete everything that is needed to do. There won't be the 'burning-the-midnight-oil' mentality, plus it wouldn't hurt if a few unicorns and Gandalfs were thrown in ,nor will anyone ever be in a bad temper.

Which leads me, to the patient world. In this patient world, there are patient people who put up with every single wacky thing you'd do and put up with all your cluelessness and still not be discouraging.

From that world, there is the encouraging world. Of course, noone wants and over-encourager, so this world will be filled with smiley people telling you the right thing to do and the best way to do it. Once you're irritated with the smiles, there will be an automatic "switch off smile" button.

Now, who wouldn't want a Faraway Tree world? The one place where you can show your true childish characteristics and where a different world that blows your imagination can be visited just by climbing up a tree. You'll be visiting worlds that are beyond your imagination, marvelling at the works and creativity of God.

Of course, to be realistic, the Faraway Tree world is called, Travelling and it is done by using an aeroplane or train or bus, etc.

With travelling, there is always a home to go to (at least, I hope so), and with a home, there is the Family world. The perfect mom and dad who gives you everything you want (or seem to give everything you want) and the brother or sister who always lets you go online or play some chun game.

Then of course, there is the Unrealistic-But-I-Wish-Was-True world. Where everyone swoons over your majestic beauty and marvels at the capacity of your brain. Where you're always in the spotlight holding a golden trophy, graciously accepting the applause given to you. It's sort of like Cheers, only better.

"Where everybody knows your name, And they're always glad you came."
-Cheers-

And lastly, there is, the World.

All blue with all that H20. One big uber blue of a sphere filled with that guy over there, and that guy too, and that girl with the brown hair and that old man with that long beard. Yup. That blue-ish, green-ish planet revolving round and round that bright bright star.

I guess I've developed a love-hate relationship towards this spherical planet. I love it cos' I live in it, and yet I hate it cos' I live in it.

I sound like some Plato fella.

There's also the biblical matter on the World.

"GOD claims Earth and everything in it, God claims World and all who live on it."

Psalm 24:1

So, there you go, just a skin-deep insight on the worlds revolving around my imagination and the reality of life. Now back to what I was suppose to be doing..........

..........That never ending pile of homework.

Stress!!!!

2006-03-07T13:20:00.000+08:00

I AM STRESSED OUT!!!!

I was so stressed out I couldn't sleep then i got more stressed out cos'
i couldn't sleep then i realised i was having a migraine so i got even
more stressed out which in the end made

my

head

burst.

Okay okay, I exaggerated a little .

I'm not in some psycho ward ranting out chemistry formulas here and there and professing to the world that 1+1 is actually equal to 11 by the way.

Yesterday, my brother and I were trying really really hard (hear that streamyx ppl!?!?) to go online. We switched it on and switched it off and repeated the matter for, oh, about a MILLION times. For what you ask?

Well for me, I had to email all the committee members on the upcoming committee meeting and reply some 'forgotten' email. For my brother, his love of his life.

Jiwangness aside, I am completely stressed out because of all the activities and horrendous homework I am currently buried under. Not to mention the fact that not only 2 but 4 people are zoning in onto small little me!!!

Aiya.

I managed to get rid of my Vice-Secretary job in the Ping-pong club since I couldn't go for practises cos' it's held on Fridays during ballet time, so that's one activity/job down. Those ping-pong people that came to ask me if I still wanted the job were really nice and appreciative, considering the fact, i didn't even do anything since I was elected.

Terrible, I know.

Putting that aside, Elizabeth's coming back in June or July! Well, that would be very interesting.

Oh, excuse me for all the 'off topics'. When thou art stressed, thou rambles and randomizes.

On an entirely 'nothing-to-do-with-stress' matter, Ben Stiller was sooooooooo funny during the academy awards!!! Him and his green suit. Haha! And did anyone watch Chicken Little and Abby??? Cute!

Aherm.

Continuing my randomness, we did some magnesium coil experiment yesterday and it was SO COOL. Unfortunately, my group was the last group to finish. We were just sitting there fanning ourselves and staring at the cooking crucible and willing the bunsen burner to burn even more.

5 bunsen burners later, the magnesium coil finally burst into flames. I had to open and close the crucible lid and nearly burnt myself (yes, I am that clumsy) plus it didn't help that Pranav was sitting there saying

"Breathe in, breathe out.. come on come on.. lid up.. lid down.. lid up.. lid down.."

Nuts lah that fella. I think he was possed by some evil gym instructor. If he was. He's excused.

Anyway, holiday start next week!!!! Joy!!! Of course, no joy can be experienced for long in from 4. Exams are right after holidays. Joy.

Untill then.. c ya..

Blerghf

2006-03-02T14:00:00.000+08:00

I got 3 demerits today cos' I came to school at ...

...7.21am on the 16th of January 2006.

One minute late for my prefect sign in.

And for that I got 3 demerits.

Dumb dumb cars that won't let me cross the road....

My Love-Hate Job

2006-02-28T20:05:00.000+08:00

I'm a prefect in school.

Yup.

That blue one walking all over school sometimes respected and always behind the scenes during useless school assemblies. That blue one with the dark skirt and the black shoes standing next to the staircase during recess looking all bored. That blue one who declared you 'late' when you walked in at 7.35am in the morning.

That one.

When I signed up and went for the prefect interview, I made absolute sure that I would not give any promises. No matter what it takes. I will not be desperate and give unrealistic promises.

And I'm so happy to say I kept to it.

When you don't do your tugas (ps: I ALWAYS do my tugas btw...serious) the teachers would have some sort of 'counselling' session with you and will bring up this one popular overused, cliche question..

"Apabila kamu ditemuramah, bukankah kamu telah berjanji untuk berbuat apa-apa saja apabila dijadikan seorang pengawas?"

It's so nice to say no right?

I love-hate being a prefect. I really do.

I love the fact that I get to be in the know of upcoming events and getting more things to write in my college/university applications and getting justice for those poor bullied kids (Hey, it happens..)

But I hate a lot of things about it too.

I hate..

...the fact that I have to pay RM20 for fees and I don't even get anything from my money
...all the dumb kursus kepimpinan pengawas and camps which always include a lecturer from dunno-where trying to brainwash me into thinking all sorts of negative things. Not to mention the fact that the school pays the brainwasher RM400!!!!
....all the unecessary sign-ins I have to stress over every morning
...all the extra worries on getting demerits for petty unimportant things
...getting demerits TWO TIMES non-prefects over the same disciplinary act
...the stress the stress the stress the stress
...all the naggings from teachers who think noone does their duties

Sometimes I just want to quit.

I've had so many thoughts of quitting all through these 3 years and 2 mths of being a prefect.

Why subject myself to extra torture?!?!?!?

But of course, once you've been a prefect since Std 4, it's kinda hard to give up on it. Plus, I'm no quitter and I don't really plan on ever being one.

So I guess I gotta keep my good attitude towards the cons and especially to the prefect teachers and the smug prefects who adore giving other prefects demerits and hold on till the second half of next year...

I can't wait till I can 'bersara' as a prefect. Wear a blue uniform and NOT have to have anything to do with the prefectorial board. What a life that will be!

Tot

2006-02-24T22:46:00.000+08:00

Have you ever encountered a time when someone is online telling you that he/she is eating an absolutely heavenly rich creamy melt-in-your-mouth-not-in-your-hand chocolatey scrumptious moist cake and wishing you could have a slice?

I just have.

Seriously, people who have wide vocabularies and consume scrumptious food should not be allowed to talk to hungry people who have just recovered from a bout of flu.

Someone should invent a teleport system for food on MSN.messenger.

They'll have to set up a site called www.teleportmyfoodfrommykindfriends.com. I tell you, an epidemic larger than the H5N1 flu will happen and there will be a revolution in the food industry.

Come on smart people on the computers all day!!!

Make the teleportmyfood system happen!

In the meantime.. i'll go make friends with all the great cooks, just in case it happens.

Ps: I seem to be very eloquent when i'm hungry. :P

Few Minutes of Freedom

2006-02-23T15:46:00.000+08:00

I'm now back to grabbing that few bites of time where I can actually sit down and not have my mind going crazy. Gotta rush off to Miss Doh's tuition later to not get the front row seat.

Yes, I know i'm sixteen and suppose to be mature.

Hehe.

My head is full of x's and alpha's and beta's and what not. I had a very mathematical day in school today. Additional mathematcis from 8.30am till 11.50am and then modern mathematics from 11.50 to 1.10. Something like that. I don't feel like counting the hours..

Crazy thing about maths though, I used to hate maths so so much and avoid doing anything mathematical (quite hard, try doing it some time) and there I was whooping and smashing the air for getting a particular addmaths question right and saying "Next!! Next!!" in my head..

I like.

Went back to school again at 2pm for some chess thingy. Turns out i'm on the chess team as the 4th player.

Dang.

I've been going to S.P.I.C.E.S. from Monday to Wednesday and helping them do some office work as well as play the guitar for the kids to sing. SPICES is a place for the autistic and down syndrome children, btw.

Got loads of photos for the kerja amal for my moral project.

And..*looks at clock and hurries*, it's autumn in melawati!!!!

Believe it or not.. the leaves have all turned red in front of my house and are absolutely beautiful and most of them have fallen off the branches but the ones in front of my house are still intact. It looks like Canada except it's 32*C. And did anyone notice the piercing blue sky???

Absolutely breathtaking. I love looking at the leaves and sky like this. Kinda dangerous come to think of it.. couldn've gotten into a car-pedestrian accident.

Ah well. *glances at clock and rushes*

There's bird flu and Taman Melawati is VERY VERY near Ken Wardieburn. War-Die-Burn to Leow. Zoo Negara's closed and noone's eating chicken in school (well, they weren't really eating before..but that's not the point) and no eating chicken for a month.

Chicken is like rice. I cannot live without rice.

*glances at clock*

Eeeep. Time to walk over to Miss Doh's for more physics and addmaths....

Till another few minutes of freedom...

Frustrations

2006-02-22T21:02:00.000+08:00

Haven't really been blogging have I?

Had a harrowing week during the 'Valentine' week.

First of all, I was having some minor problems in addmaths. It turned out that I was doing the wrong working for the wrong problem after all.

Secondly, my biology teacher has been pushing my class' buttons really really hard nowadays and thirdly, I haven't seen my physics teacher in a week or two and I didn't understand my chemistry at all.

It makes me wonder why I'm even IN science stream. I can just see the big fat F on my march test papers....*shudder*

My biology teacher (same teacher as June's science teacher.. as mentioned in her blog..) has been testing my patience a LOT lately. It is so very very hard to 'love' her and so very very easy to burst up in rebellion and disrespectfullness.

First, she ended our EXPIREment late and told us to do a report. Fine. Do a report. How to do?

Instincts and common sense told me to refer to the textbook. Fine. Textbook. Done.

Then two classes later she spents about half the lesson scolding us for not listening to her instructions on how to do a report. I find this really unfair since she didn't even care to explain how to do the report, what more how to do it properly.

So there she was scolding us all in malay and then demanded us to redo our entire report plus another report and a whole two pages of exercises. Then for the rest of the class while she stuttered over 'interstitial fluids' and 'external environments' she continued to nag and nag and nag.

I can, generally, keep my temper from flying but I was very close to screaming my head off to vent off all my frustrations.

There I was late in the morning trying with all my might to understand and interpret everything she's saying so that my foundation will be strong and she's there explaining everything in BM and scolding us for being 'smart'.

Apparently, pure science students are considered 'intelligent' whereas art stream students are considered 'below average'. Plus, if you're in a pure science class and you're english speaking, you are considered 'action'.

My, my, my.

My bio teacher (who happens to also be my class teacher) thinks that the non-malay students in my class are absolutely 'action' because we ask her questions in english. I give up. I really do.

I've tried and tried and tried, but she's prevented me from asking questions and I know she's been trying as well and working pretty hard, but she still speaks in BM and I don't understand a single BM term and she is so determined to not answer my questions.......

If i get an A1 for my SPM it'll be thanks to my Fajar Bakti Biology book and hopefully my Form 5 biology teacher. I. Give. Up.

BUT

I am not going to give up on getting the teacher to be less sour. Even if it kills me. I will not not not not not not not not not not not not not be rude to her and not not not not not not be any less disrespectful towards her and not not not not not not not going to complain any longer.

It's too frustrating.

And i'll go get an A1 for Bio just because I can. There.

Anyways..............bad weeks have affected my weekends and my migraines. On Saturdays I've been having non-stop activities from around 9 in the morning till 8 or 10 at night and then waking up at 7 the next day for church and the migraines are getting a little too frequent for my liking...

The busy bee is back. Migraine and all.

Ps: Lisa Tucker, Lisa Tucker!!! (american idol)

Happy Valentine's Day

2006-02-14T16:57:00.000+08:00

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.

Love doesn't strut,

Doesn't have a swelled head,

Doesn't force itself on others,

Isn't always "me first,"

Doesn't fly off the handle,

Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn't revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

"Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love."

Today isn't such a big day for me as i'm barely sweet sixteen (still favourably fifteen) but it was very interesting to find out the latest news in school and to find out who got that 'big bouquet' of flowers in C class and seeing the look of someone who got pranked.

The best thing in school today was that my teacher had to go for some meeting and we could all go home ~~late~~ early. That is the highlight of my day, even though it's pretty pathetic. Haha.

Tried to blow up a volcano that my friends and I had made with 'Ibu Roti' yeast. Absolutely pathetic results. It looked like nestum or something mixed with vinegar. Managed to bubble up something with the borrowed bicarbonate soda and coke.

I'm not ever gonna be a chemist or a scientist lah.

The cute little imperfect volcano

I just noticed two things awhile ago.

It's raining now. So gloomy and dark. *shivers*
Why on earth am I in Science stream?

...And I just managed to answer my own question.

"Because once you've got a wider choice once you've taken science stream and more doors will be open for you."

I tend to question and answer my own questions sometimes. I know, i know, i'm a ~~leetle~~ weird. =P

Puteri Gunung Ledang

2006-02-12T21:51:00.000+08:00

Went to watch a malaysian/javanese musical today. Yes. Do not be surprised.

I must say, that they were really good. Their vocals surpassed all my expectations and the slang was just right.

They had one of the most simplest props and pretty impressive percussions that made me want to tap my foot. Fooh, when they start singing...

Who cares about American Idol?

I wasn't able to take any pictures during the musical because the Istana Budaya staff were watching like hawks. I suspect one guy was able to read my mind whenever I thought of taking a picture cos' he suddenly appeared while I was going to open my camera.

The only picture I got to take was the finale..which is this..:

Puteri Gunung Ledang beats every single malay/javanese story I've ever heard of. So heartwrenching. I never knew it was a love story.

It's sort of like Romeo & Juliet except they don't kill themselves and things like that.

The only drawback was that some of the music was a lil too loud and the subtitles had broken english and were slow at times. Thank goodness the bahasa jawa sounds a little bit like bahasa melayu. Unfortunately, now, I can't get rid of the 'Melaka' song in my head..

"Melaka.."

To me it was a well spent RM30. Go watch it!

Ps: Took a lot of poser pics today..

Elise and I

End of The Week

2006-02-10T22:23:00.000+08:00

Took this during my mom's birthday dinner.

Firstly, Happy Birthday Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whether or not she reads this doesn't really matter.

Secondly, Congratulations to my brother for his "college graduation" and being the only one in his intake going to Cambridge. Boy, wasn't the principal shocked.

Me proud. =)

Chinese lessons are starting tomorrow.

Basically, this week has been really tiring, what with all the never ending homework and going home at at 2.30pm on Mondays and Tuesdays because of extra classes.....But I can't complain I guess.

Loads of 'bonding' between the 4 non malay girls in class this past few weeks. Maybe it's the "Valentine Day's" air and all, but we really opened up towards each other (ok ok, not all of us) and found out silly crushes and valentine's day stories. Guys are getting more and more creative nowadays aren't they?

Hehe.

Anyways, nothing more to blog about. Had a pretty bad day a few days ago and still recovering.

Tata

Ps: I have friendster now. Got in touch with my ol' PJ friends. =)

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2006-02-07T21:54:00.000+08:00

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