no one plays tanglung anymore!

yesterday was the midautumn festival for the Chinese, or lantern/mooncake festival, as its better known as. (i actually just found out that it was called midautumn festival, so i'm using it everywhere). i was driving rather quickly home because some irresponsible group mate of mine was bugging the hell out of me. we had to run surveys at Sunway Pyramid and 1 Utama for Marketing Research.

anyway, as i was reaching home, i drove past some of the houses in ss17 and ss14 and realised that nobody was playing with lanterns! i prayed that my mum had taken out the old lanterns from the storeroom. when i reached home, sure enough, dimly lit lanterns were hung around the clothes hanger. but only my mum was in the mood. so i joined her in lighting up the paper lanterns. suddenly all these memories start coming back to me on the days i used to play with the back neighbourhood. we'd walk around in groups to a certain haunted house at some few rows back. then we'd sit in a circle, make a bondfire and tell ghost stories. then josh's dad would creep up from behind a bush and scare the shit out of us. and there'd be one poor soul whose shirt would get burnt somehow...haha...good times....:)

the memories got my own spirits burning, so i started sending messages to people in a frantic attempt to gather a group of people to come and rekindle the flame with me. but alas, i guess when you have friends who live 50 km away, last minute invitations dont work. i did think of my schoolmates, of which half have flown to white man's land. my 2 best friends were away, one in Malacca, the other all the way in Perth. and so, my mum and i played till the last candle melted down to liquidified wax.

but i guess i realised something. i realised how much i miss my friends from school, felt like i havent been in contact with them from sometime. i miss my brother, whose ninja turtle lantern was burnt in the stomach. and while i was talking to my mum, the person i missed most was my porpor. she'd buy each of us a lantern every single year, no matter how big we grew. if she was around, i'd buy her a lantern...:)

pieces of today

The chap fan store at the market place has reduced its prices again! This "economy rice" is my avenue of consolation whenever i feel like eating out but the wallet just seems a little too dry. But early this semester they raised the price of their fried chicken and i almost cried (figuratively speaking)! but now it's cheap again!

i had a 3 and a half hour break today but for some reason i didnt feel like going back home for lunch. felt as if i havent been free in ages so i wanted to chill around for a bit. i was queuing up behind this tall black guy. when i took a helping of the "see kak dau" (4 angle beans), he asked me what they were. so i told him it's a type of bean. he asked me if it was good and i said "Look how much i took? Do you trust me?". he laughed and said he did. so i started talking to him, found out he was from Nigeria and he studied in Seafield Institute. we chatted a little till we reached the "cashier lady". Out of the blue he asks "Do you want me to pay for you? have lunch with me". and i was like "Oh nononono! dont need, thanks" and scurried off like a lizard. was i overreacting?

heh.

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i was asked to emcee the upcoming Metro Idol next Thursday. looks like i'll be apart of it afterall. Can't sing, can't dance, what do i do to get in? Emcee! but as it is i'm having second thoughts. as much as i enjoy public speaking, i honestly have pretty bad experiences when it comes to emceeing.

in kindergarten, we had cue cards and there was this particular one with the opening paragraph and the closing paragraph on the same card. i read the opening again after the performance ended and got laughed at by a hall of parents. imagine the kinda of trauma that can cause to a 6 year old!

then i was emcee for my dad's company's family day once. my dad was the organizing chairperson, so he figured it'd be cute if a little girl was the emcee. i think i was about 10. i read my cue cards like throughout, without looking up at the audience.

so you can draw that i am not too good with spontaneity. now 10 years later, i wonder if i've gained enough exposure to be able to crack a joke thats not half as lame on the spot. *shrugs*

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i was rather annoyed with my HRM tutor, as you can see from my previous post. so i came home very VERY much in need of a good work out. The haze wasn't helping. And everyone was sleeping in the living room. so i changed into my sweats, slapped my mp3 player onto my arm and got onto the exercising bike. Isaiah was right again. it really is much easier to cycle to a beat of a song. I was cautious to pick only fast beats to put into the player. and i covered 12.3 km in 31 minutes. haha!

Powerman, here i come!

how much do i love my HRM tutor?

"Mr. Kingston Knight, tutorials are supposed to last ONLY an hour and a half!"

power of the night

once again, enveloped in silence
cold shivers tiptoe down the fragile spine
the air is cold, bitter and still
the ticking of the clock, mean and surreal
counting down the seconds laid on the line

as if on cue, it starts to creep
over my feet, my arms, my chest
in the silence, my heart beat's tumultuous
in the cold, the surrounding is insidious
inch by inch, it entraps the rest

what is this i feel, night after night?
this beastly feeling that comes beyond sight
why is it i cannot see what's happening to me
like a little girl, i cave and surrender to thee

what is this i feel, that i cannot fight?
this clouding grey that blocks out the light
sadness beyond tears dropping incessantly
loneliness that slowly climbs increasingly

why is it that i do not feel loved?
that no one else around me is right
everyone is masked by their lies
and i sit here hearing their cries
giving in to the power of the night...

kinda dark and morbid aye? don't worry, it's not me i'm talking about. though i do sometimes feel a bit uneasy when i switch the media player off for a while to construct my poems and all i hear is the ticking of the clock. but that's normal. i'm writing for the guy in the episode of One Tree Hill i just watched. the misunderstood, the loner, the one who hates everyone. though i pity these people, i still think they're creepy.

owell...that's a little goth for you today. toodles! :)

S'kali

if you thought that i'd watch a Malaysian film, directed, written and produced by my own friends and not write a review about it, you...were quite correct at first. but i'm a rebel. and like most of the time, i'm out to prove you wrong. so here it is...

after much planning (you have no idea how busy a future pharmacist and an air stewardess can be), we finally got around to fixing a date to watch the much awaited movie which my dear RSG girlfriend Tan Yuh Huey and her boyfriend, Arivind Abraham produced. Arivind was the writer, producer and director if i'm not mistaken, whilst Yuh Huey was an associate producer. So we were all thrilled to watch it and thrilled to watch it in Cineleisure Damansara too! i'm telling u the place is like an intergalactic spaceship! pretty cool architecture.

there was this other group of people, which we assumed were friends of our friends as well. it was a pity not many people were watching that day, despite the fact it was a saturday and i know for a fact Yuh Huey and Arivind put in quite a bit of effort in promoting the film.

The movie was quite good. i really loved the storyline. like Rosie said, it's very Malaysian and very easy to relate to since it's about life at around my age and friends and love and...u get the picture. however, i do think that the flow of the film was a bit...detached at some point. like certain things are too abrupt. apart from that, i think it was an excellent first attempt! thank God the actors weren't all fake and trying too hard to copy the ang mohs. that's usually the case with a local production. the quality of the film seemed rather shoddy. Ive been told that it is "because cinemas in Malaysia do not have the proper equipment to show digital films. the movie actually looks super sharp on a proper high definition screen" (Tan, 2006). hehe...yea, so if u've watched it and was wondering the same thing, don't blame it on the producers. :)

Rosie, was laughing all the way, which made Lyn and I laugh too. the other group was laughing as well. haha...

anyway, Yuh Huey, if you're reading this, i'm really proud of both you and arivind. i especially loved your lovely picture at the end of the credits. why must your picture be so special ar?? and yes, as Rosie said, you're due for an interrogation session the next time u come back. so be prepared!

what ive been doing

so the semester break came and left. my last post had me thinking that i'd have the free time to curl up at the head of my bed, with my piggie tucked nicely under my arms, allowing the novels of Mary Higgins Clark to drift me away from reality.

but alas, that moment came only once in my 9 day break. free time was an illusion. i was bustling up and down throughout the week entertaining, as my mum put it, my "thousand and one different groups of friends". one day it was a day out with the SJians, next it was my lovely RSGs, then it was my new found Metro clicks, and somewhere along the way i was out playing Miss Tour Guide for my OB dudes. *shrugs*

i only managed to run once in that week too. i did set the alarm clock at 7 am several times, but as far as im concerned, i dont remember hearing it ring. and by the time evening came...well, by the time evening came i was out somewhere with one of those aforementioned. so, not only was i spending as if i grew a money tree, i was eating like i was starved (i swear if i puasa i'd die) and i did nothing to burn off those calories.

well, to look at things from a positive light, i had a great sem break. there was not a day which i stayed home and did absolutely nothing. i guess the major events were the Genting day trip with Grace, Jayson, Adrian, Daniel, KK and Vanny; and the Leadership Camp in PD.

shall i report? i think i shall. a brief.

to me, i'd only go to Genting for 2 reasons - the theme park and the weather. Oh, and to race, so that's 3. and maybe when i turn 21, i'd have 'to gamble' on the list and it'll be 4. but on a general note, it's 2. so the first thing we did when we reached up there was to get ourselves wristbands for all parks. that burnt a large hole in my pocket, but the moment i got on the rides, i forgave Lim Goh Tong. i went on the space shot 3 times, drove the bumper cars twice and went on many others. unfortunately cork screw was closed, else i'd have ridden on it like 3 times too. the guys introduced me to Mamak Genting which from now on shall be where i dine if ever i'm in Genting. i left together with KK and Daniel after dinner because i had to come home to plan for the Angels Cup. i had a ball! thanks to Jayson for organizing it, and Daniel for driving me. :) Next time Sunway Lagoon??





the Leadership Camp report is still in the process. Yanyee asked me to do a write up, so when i'm done with that i'll just post it here. But in short, the camp was amazing! I learned a lot quite honestly, eventhough that wasn't my purpose for going. I met like a truck load of new people with very very interesting characters. I once said i'd given up scouting for hunks in my college, but i guess i just never looked hard enough. haha...and finally, i came home a changed person. this, i'm afraid you'll have to wait for the report to know more. :)



on other things, the sun is annoyingly bright and furious today. i could feel my skin roasting when i walked to college today. my eyelids were drooping too. so much for the first day of college. but as i type this minute, it's pouring cats and dogs. my mum started lecturing me about the equinox and hujan perolakan and whatnots. heh.