Fishing My Way To Made of Honour

Now that exams are over and my presentation done, i'm all alone here with solid good internet and what hv i been doing?? FISHING! Yeah, i've been playing this 90sec fishing game brought to you by Hong Leong Bank. I love it so much even you should give it try *click*

So, what is this hoo-ha all about? Well, Nuffnang is holding this competition where 40 winners will get to attend an 8 course dinner in JW Marriott KL after which will be the premier of Made of Honour! I've heard so much of this place i need to get my butt there. All you need to do is to, well, fish of course. Then you post a screenshot of the highest score with the title above. Oh, how i love not having to study so i can play and play this game the whole day. Yippee!

After all the fishing, here's my highest score and i sure hope this is good enough to get me a superb treat to a fabulous dinner at the glitzy JW Marriott and watch McDreamy in Made of Honour. Ahhh.... *drools*

Biological Clock Gone Haywire

My biological clock has gone all haywire on me and I can’t seem to fix it! No no, I’m not pregnant, want to get pregnant nor in an age range where my biological clock is ticking.

These past few days I have been getting up early even when I don’t want to. I draw the curtains tight to make sure no speck or ray of sunshine escapes into my room, put my phone on silent mode (it is actually permanently on silent mode) and do not set an alarm because all I want to do is to sleep in and wake up late.

Fat chance. It is my biological internal alarm clock that never fails to wake up me up after exactly 8 hours of sleep. Like it or not, after 8 hours of shut-eye, my brain magically awakens and it’s pointless trying to fight the losing battle. The consequences are rather severe. Should I stubbornly stay in bed, I am “rewarded” with a horrible backache which lasts the whole day. And that sucks because every time I lean against something be it the chair, sofa or a wall, I get a stab at my back.

In the past few weeks; this has not bothered me because I’ve only been getting 6-7 hours of sleep daily with all the work, projects and studying for finals. Now that it is all over, I’d really like to enjoy the luxury of sleep in and I can’t! The backache is not the worst part. My body has actually gotten used to sleeping for 7 hours now. So like clockwork, I’m fully awake by 7am! *horror*

That would be the perfect explanation to my now-permanent-eye-bags. *Sigh*

Dream a little Dreamz

1. Who is the professional image consultant dishing out juicy tips on how to look your best at CloveTWO.com's Lookin' Good section?
Wendy Lee

2. Name the bloggers at the Guy and Parent blogs.
Guy: Andrew William
Parent: Sharmila Rajah

3. At which section do you find stories on women's fashion and beauty?
Style Sheet

Attending Dreamz would be a dream come true for me because magical white lions teamed with a show of love, romance, passion are fantasies I would like to see come to life.

To take part, *click*

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Some people have the notion that us being girls live in very pretty rooms, beautifully decorated with wallpaper, aromatherapy candles by the side, lampshade on the table and you get with a whiff of sensual perfume everytime you pass the room. Well, then you are all wrong. Because I live with a bunch of very messy girls for housemates and it appalls me how can some people live in such conditions.

The dishes can be left there for about a week before it gets cleared. It gets all slimy and you can even see fruit flies flying around it just the way shit attracts flies. I mean, what is so difficult about washing your mug/spoon/fork/plate/bowl right after you are done using it? And do the housemates expect someone to clean up after them? Come on, we’re all grown up enough to do things on our own, such small things some more.

Roomie and I keep our room neat and tidy. We both hate mess and make it a point to clean, sweep and mop the room regularly. Our shoes are neatly arranged. And you won’t find our utensils lying in the kitchen sink with the piles of other unwashed dishes.

Well, seeing is believing right? So here are some “evidence”. You can see the difference between room 6 versus the rest of the apartment. Also included are some quirky things you can only find in my house :P

Malaysian Artistes for Unity for Here in My Home

I first heard about Malaysian Artistes for Unity when I attended the recent Anugerah Industri Muzik (AIM 15) where the video and song was showcased for the first time. I loved the simplicity of the video, a bunch of people (famous Malaysians mind you, i recognised almost everyone there) who were just having fun, prancing in front of the camera in what appeared to be a basement.

The Here in My Home *click* project was started out by Pete Teo*click* who decided to do an anti-racism national unity song and music video. The idea spread like wild fire and from an initial 52 people the numbers rose to an astounding 120 in the party. Sharing a common love for Malaysia, these filmmakers, dancers, singers, producers, musicians, actors, entrepreneurs, designers, footballers, activists, celebrities, students and a florist *click* volunteered enthusiastically to contribute to this project. Thus the birth of Malaysian Artistes for Unity.

The song Here in My Home is very catchy. You could download the mp3, video and banners here. The full lyrics are available on the video. However, I'll do you one better as the lyrics below includes the romanised translation for the tamil and mandarin part of the song. All these are courtesies of Wei Zhu, Mahen (who translated the tamil part) and Natasya (for the mandarin translation). For those studying in Cowboy Town Uni, you can download the mp3 and video from our beloved DC++. Do share and spread the love.

Hold on brother hold on

The road is long,

we're on stony ground

But I'm strong, and you ain't heavy

Oh there's a misspoken truth that lies

Colors don't bind, oh no

What do they know?

They speak falsely

Here in my home

I'll tell you what it's all about

There's just one hope here in my heart

One love undivided

That's what it's all about

Please won't you fall in one by one by one with me?

(Fall in~ Fall in~)

Fall in with me

(hmm ... fall in~)

Fall in fall in fall in with me

Push back sister won't you push back?

Love won't wait, just keep pushing on

Yes I'm strong, you ain't heavy

Oh don't you worry about that ...

What we have shadows can't deny

Don't you know it's now or never?

Here in my home

I'll tell you what it's all about

There's just one hope here in my heart

One love undivided

That's what it's all about

Please won't you fall in one by one?

(Malay)

Bertubi asakan berkurun lamanya

Hati ke depan mencari yang sayang

[Years of fears and years of tribulation

The heart keeps searching for that endless devotion]

(Mandarin)

手牵手大家一起走，我们代表国人开口未来就没有丢走

shou qian shou da jia yi qi zou,

wo men dai biao guo ren kai kou wei lai jiu mei you diu zou

[Hand in hand we'll march like blood brothers

I speak for my people, hope we'll find peace forever]

(Tamil)

inthe payanam payanamm yen vettri thaagam

anthee kaana kaalam naam vetri raagam...nanba nanba

[May the road ahead quench my thirst for success

the road behind echo a song of the blessed]

Yes I feel it in my bones, so I will let it be known

No matter where I roam this is home sweet home

Sing!

Here in my home

I'll tell you what it's all about

There's just one hope here in my heart

One love undivided

That's what it's all about

Please won't you fall in one by one by one with me?

(yeah~ Yeah)

Here in my home

(Here in my home)

I'll tell you what it's all about

(I'll tell you ...)

There's just one hope here in my heart

(one hope! one hope yo!)

One love undivided(aa~ one~)

That's what it's all about

(That's what it's all about~)

Please won't you fall in one by one by one with me?

Here in my home

(Here in my home~)

I'll tell you what it's all about

There's just one hope here in my heart

(one love one love one love ^^)

One love undivided

That's what it's all about

Please won't you fall in one by one by one with me?

(clap clap clap woo~ i love you man)

Pictorial Memoirs of Cowboy Town Uni

I've spoken so much about Cowboy Town Uni so i thought why dont i let you see what it is like here. Cowboy Town Uni do have fantastic features everywhere you go be it our lecture halls, the astounding Chancellor Complex, our beautiful field and park and the hostels. Some of the pictures here are taken by a former student, CJY and the other half by me. I think as you scroll down, you will be able to visibly note which is mine :P. Have fun getting an insight of my 5 years here.

Finally

It is a slightly different day this morning. I heard the birds chirping their beautiful melody from the horizons. The sun wasn’t scorching as it usually is; it shone with a certain tenderness. The white clouds seem whiter today. The air is fresher like the mountain breeze.

I took measured steps trying to absorb the atmosphere, the sounds, the sights, the faces, so that today will be forever etched in my mind. The stupid smile refused to be wiped off my face. We final semester students all looked at each other with knowing smiles because we all shared the same feelings. So as we entered the Main Hall, we wished each other luck with excitement written all over our face, you must have been blind to not notice it. And I had a spring in my foot trying to control myself from skipping like a school child as I looked for table 260, wrote my ID down with more conviction and determination. Coz today is no ordinary day. Today came with a deeper sense of purpose. For today, I sat for my final paper as an undergraduate student.

As the invigilator said put your pens down and stop writing as time is up, I could barely contain my anticipation to just jump like a kangaroo. Once all the papers were handed up, accounted for, the words “You may now leave the hall” brought upon shouts of joy for we are done! I feel liberated. I have completed one more phase in my life :).

Right after exams

No more control macho, to hell with exam papers~

Losing Respect

I am very angry right now. I’m trying very hard to find the right words to describe exactly how I feel. Angry is stand-alone but that is not all that I feel right now. It is a mirage of feelings all boiling, mixing, twirling and swirling in my head.

You know how we are repeatedly told that smoking is bad for your health and you will one day possibly die of cancer and while you smoke, those around you have more adverse effects because of your one selfish habit….yadda yadda. I believe everyone knows the drill. Yet despite all that, people still smoke, the educated and wise know the consequences of their actions still do it consciously. Stupidity? Maybe. Lack of perseverance and self control? Maybe.

But that is not what I’m angry about. It is about life and the preciousness it holds. So I’m sorry but I find it very hard to forgive you when you drive recklessly like the roads belong to you or to possibly have a glimmer of hope that the winding roads we use to go to town is the Sepang Circuit. Wake up and open your eyes. This is Malaysia and we have speed limits.

You did this once before on a long journey home and despite my repeated pleas to ask you to slow down, all you were thinking of was to get home as quickly as you can. I totally understand the excitement of home, I feel it too. But I want to get home in ONE PIECE. Is that too much to ask? So what if you save 5 miserly minutes to arrive faster at the cost of your life? Is it worth it at the end of the day?

And I believe at home and in driving school, we learn what is called responsible driving. As for driving with 3 other passengers, I think you owe it to them to get them to their destination safely. You swerve from right to left, overtaking everyone in front of you and ignoring double lines and blind spots. Now in my vocabulary, that is called stupidity. Yes, we both enjoy playing Daytona and having a fun time trying to out-race each other. But real life my dear is not a game of Daytona, you do not drive like a maniac.

I’ve seen accidents and there are times where I don’t have it in me to sympathize with the victim especially when he is the cause of the accident. How can I feel pity for you when it is of your own wrong doing? I’m really glad you have not met an accident and I pray you won’t get into one. BUT if you do, my sympathy will be waiting at the door when I visit you at the hospital. Because you would deserve it with the crazy way you handle a car. The actions of you maneuvering the steering wheel and with such speed is not what I call driving, it is insanity. For crying out loud, you drive a Malaysian made car and correct me if I’m wrong, but no way can a Malaysian made car come close to a Ferrari.

I’m really curious as to what would you tell our parents should we meet an accident? How could you face them? Because to you we are just passengers in your car. However, that is not all who we are. I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece, a friend and if I die, you take away my possible roles of being a lover, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt.

So today, after enduring your headache inducing, stomach wrenching maniac “driving” experience, I have lost all my respect for you. Again. The first time it happened, it took me a very long time to let it go. But today, I’m afraid not because you do not seem to understand the sanctity and preciousness of this one life we have on earth. Today, I am angry, upset, disappointed because I lost respect for a friend.

American Idol 7

Edit 11.29am: And the winner of American Idol Season 7 is DAVID COOK!!! Woo Hoo!! He won by a margin of 12 million votes. Now, what knockout was Simon talking about? :P You can read more here.

The season finale today. I watched last night's episode. Hopeful. Anxious. Prepared to be blown away. Was blown away. Love Love Love Cook. Archuleta's too young. And what's with his "innocent eyes'. Seriously, the act is getting too old. What started out as possibly cute is now darn annoying. You're 16, not 5 asking your parents for a puppy they wont let you have. Grow up. Did i tell you i *heart* David Cook. Simon can declare Archuleta the winner 3 times and call it a knockout but Cook wins my heart.

Will update this post after the finals tonight.

David Cook ( i hope he wins!)

David Archuleta

Wesak Weekend Part 2

Day 3 (Sunday, 18 May)

Off to KL. Had lunch in Aunt Sugar’s place before heading off to 1Utama with the cousins. Big J drove, Middle J was the co-driver while Sista B, Sista S, Lil J and I squeezed at the passenger seat. In times like this, I’m glad we’re all thin. Lil J was hungry so we all got ourselves Big Apple doughnuts. Yummy yummy.

Big Apple Doughnuts

I loved my Chocoring, it was rich and left me wanting more. As usual, I never fail to get chocolate smudged on my face and all over my mouth. Everyone had a good laugh at how the oldest amongst us was the messiest eater. Well, the kid in me comes out more often, what more can I say.

Walked all over 1U till our legs felt like they were going to detach from their sockets. Got myself a white frilly top. Sista B, Sista S and Lil J preferred the other dress I tried on but I’m very into white so I stuck with what I liked better. Afterall, they cost the same so I might as well get what I like. Sista S and Lil J also tried out some outfits.

Sista S and Lil J

So we then drove all the way back to our side of town to have dinner in Pavilion’s food court. I must say, I like the atmosphere there, it is cosy with the warm lights and unlike most food courts, it is not so noisy despite the number of people around. There were also ample seats and the variety of food immense. I was in the mood for tom yam so I headed to Thai Food for Tom Yam Beehoon. It had a lot of ingredients but the tom yam didn’t have the kick I was looking for. The soup was watered down, probably coz it was night already.

I highly recommend the toast from Toast Box. It costs around RM3 and it tastes much better than the ones you get in Old Town Kopitiam. We finished the two sets of toast we ordered (kaya and peanut butter) within 5 minutes, that’s how delicious they were. The peanut butter especially was heavenly; it literally melts in your mouth. The toast here isn’t those on the thin bread, it’s as thick as the French toast from Old Town.

We wanted to catch Prince of the Caspian but tickets were sold out for the 10.10 pm show and selling out very quickly for the 11.15 show. So we headed home. Ended up chit chatting till 2 am.


Day 4 (Monday, 19 May)

Aunt Sugar’s room is pretty dark with the curtains drawn. I woke up thinking it was 8.30 am to find out it was already 11am. Had meehon for breakfast and an hour later lunch. Dad dropped me off to Ah Kie’s place around 3pm. The rest were off to my cousin’s birthday party. Ah Kie’s mum was so sweet to pack me food for dinner. She made sambal petai but I don’t eat petai. So I got the chicken sambal, egg and veg. *Thank You Aunty*

Due to the recent clam on Konsortium buses, I noticed all buses stuck to the third lane on the highway on my way up to KL. So when Frank and I boarded our 6.30pm bus, we were expecting to arrive at 10.30pm coz that was how long Frank took to get from uni to KL on Thursday. Ironically, despite keeping on the slow lane pretty much throughout the journey, we arrived in campus at 9.30pm.

Ah Kie and I in the bus

Halfway through the journey, I woke up and had trouble going back to sleep. From then onwards, I kept smelling the sambal from the food Ah Kie’s mum packed. However I think I was only imagining it coz the food is sealed tight in a plastic container and previously I did not smell anything. So I had to be imagining it which got me hungry after while. Hehehe…

So after a very nice weekend from all the superb food (which I hope would beef me up), great company, lovely things I bought, I’m back in Cowboy Town Uni. I think having a big gap like this is a bad idea. To first start studying for the earlier 2 papers took a lot of conscious effort and after the break, the momentum is all lost. So wish me all the best getting into the mood for my final paper.

I hope everyone had a great weekend. I missed the Wesak Procession in Melaka but anyone did go, I’d like to hear all bout it.

Wesak Weekend Part 1

Day 1 (Friday, 16 May)

I went home from Friday – Monday to enjoy the long Wesak weekend as I have a 9 day gap between my papers. Left campus on Thursday taking the 12 midnight bus. The journey was extra long this time around as the bus tyre was punctured and changing it took one hour in Ipoh. I only arrived home at 8am. My whole body was aching from sitting 8 hours in the freaking freezing bus. The first thing I did was to hand in my laundry to the helper, got a hot drink, changed and headed straight to bed. Siesta-ed till noon.

I wanted to explore the first Cold Storage in Melaka (gasp!) which is really near my house and to my horror my mum drove at a mere 40 kmh!!! I tried so hard persuading her to go faster. I could see a long trail of cars behind her (as the road is one lane with a double line) and she could not be coaxed. Due to her accident not too long ago, her idea of driving safe was to drive slow. Gosh. I was really irritated after 15 minutes. Personally, I felt it was rather selfish of her to hog the road. Plus she could have been the cause of an accident for driving too slow. And driving slow does not guarantee she’ll be accident-free. Another car from the opposite direction could still swerve into her lane and hit her still. But all my words and breath fell to deaf ears. It’s been a long while since I felt so *geram* with my mum. I shook her real hard and told her “WAKE UP, its driving safe that’s important, not driving slowly!” Of course, that only took place in my imagination.

So after the geram-fied journey to Cold Storage, we explored every nook and corner of the place. My love for Cold Storage resurfaced again. I loved visiting Cold Storage on my way to the LRT station in KLCC after work back then. This time I put my persuasive skill to another use – to get my mum to make spaghetti. And this time it worked!! Dinner was superb as I had a choice of rendang And spaghetti. It was rather confusing to me coz just about an hour later, the same person who made me grit my teeth made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Off to Popeye’s place and we chit chatted for quite long. I didn’t realize the time until she yawned and I was like, OMG, I better get running. Poor girl, she has a test this week to study for and neither one of us realized it was getting late. I felt a lil bad for taking so much of her time. But I’m glad good ol’ Popeye is back. We all missed her during her 2 year stint in Manipal India.

Off home to watch the American Idol Marathon!

Day 2 (Saturday, 17 May)

A lazy day with me waking up at a princessly hour of 11am. Helped dad run some chores. Celebrated Mother’s Day since all of us are home this weekend, had dinner in Pak Putra where the naan and tandoori is yummylicious! Also did some shopping. Dad was the cashier for the day (and night) and I managed to get myself a pair of shoes!

After dinner, we headed to Jonker Street. Mum bought 8 really pretty necklaces (and dear me got myself one too, daddy sponsor mah). There were so many to choose from, all very chic and elegant. I got myself one with a black pendant so that it would be easy to mix and match. Mum bought a rainbow of colours. Got a decent discount too from our purchases. Next stop was earrings and here I got 2 pair of button earrings (again, sponsored by daddy dearest).

Headed home, packed my bags for we were headed to KL the next morning. Sista S did my nails. I liked the design I chose!

All You Need Is One

From One Tree Hill by Peyton Sawyer

"At this moment,

there are 6 billion, 4 hundred, 71 million,

8 hundred, 18 thousand, 6 hundred,

71 people in the world.

Some are running scared.. some are coming home.

Some tell lies to make it through the day..

others are just now facing the truth.

Some are evil men at war with good,

some are good.. struggling with evil.

6 billion people in the world,

6 billion souls --

and sometimes..

all you need is 1."

City of Angels

City of Angels is one of my all time favourite movie for its simplicity and the way the movie is shot. My favourite quote was when Seth (Nicolas Cage) talked about Maggie (Meg Ryan) and how much she meant to him although she died very shortly after they had been together.

i would rather have had one breath of her hair,

one kiss of her mouth,

one touch of her hand,

than an eternity without it.

The beginning of the end

Right this moment I am sitting for my first paper of the final examination I’ll ever sit as an undergraduate here. Yes, I’ve scheduled the post. I kept searching within me the feelings I thought a final semester would be experiencing right now. Joy? Anxiousness to get rid of the paper? Glee from looking at the juniors who will be sitting for many many more papers? Sadness knowing instead of exams, I’ll be facing KPIs (key performance indicators) when I work? I really don’t know. There is no word to describe how I feel right now. There is just air, empty spaces of moment with nothing to fill the gaps within.

I’m not exactly excited neither unhappy, nor gleeful or worried. I’m just calm. I always thought I’ll be thrilled when this day arrives. I am at the final leg of my journey as a student, the glamour of being a final semester student can be rubbed in many faces, I’m getting out of this somewhat hell-hole for good and no more reading of notes, cramming hundreds of facts which will be unlikely used eventually. To think that the luxury of no longer having to deal with exams would be an event to remember. But it is not. It feels like how it feels with every other exam I have went through the last 9 semesters in Cowboy Town Uni. Nothing much has changed in terms of exam experience.

Perhaps the excitement hasn’t kicked in yet. I might feel the thrill of my supposed ecstasy of saying good riddance to this place when I sit for my Final Paper of my Finals. Maybe. Maybe not. I will take one day at a time. I guess with all the work burden I had previously, my emotions may be lagging. Hopefully it will catch up with my current pace.

All the best everyone. For all outgoing final sem students, let’s kick some real ass this time around!

I Love You Mum

Mother's Love

Her love is like

an island in life's ocean,

and wide

A peaceful, quiet shelter

From the wind, the rain, the tide.

'Tis bound on the north by Hope,

By Patience on the West,

By tender Counsel on the South

And on the East by Rest.

Above it like a beacon light

Shine Faith, and Truth,

and Prayer;

And thro' the changing scenes of lifeI

find a haven there.

Author Unknown

Dear Mummy,

I know I hardly ever show my thanks. For all the sulky faces I make when you say No. And the tantrums i used to throw when i didnt know better. For all that you have done without me asking, i don't know how many of those went noticed consciously. While i dont always agree with you, it is not that I love you any less. It is in times like these, i seek to break boundaries and try my luck. For all those times I am not in my best form, you have stood me through it all. Words of comfort are temporary but it is your words of encouragement and support that is carried with me all the way. Thank you for everything you have done, you are doing and you will do.

I Love You Very Much Mummy. Happy Mothers' Day to the Bestest of Best Mums in the World.

The best time of my day is...

Shower Time!!!

I Love Love Love taking showers. They are so refreshing and relaxing. Showers to me are like therapy, you go in, you get pampered and when you leave, you feel all good and nice inside. The pitter patter of water droplets on my face and body is soothing like massage to my tired muscles. I can’t imagine anyone Not liking a shower.

If I could be addicted to one more thing asides chocolates and ice-cream, showers would it. I love taking showers so much that I tend to stay in there till my fingers wrinkle up like prunes. But it is so fun just playing with water.

Of course I do wish my bathroom looks like this:

Then I probably wouldn’t even get out. Hehehe…. In fact, I do a lot of my thinking and soul-searching as I lather with soap; scrub myself clean from sweat and grime. It is the perfect time to think, peaceful, quiet and I can hear my thought loud and clear. I ponder on many things, scheme evil plans in my notty lil head (yeah right) and create a mirage of imaginary situations. Say if I were to meet the President of the United States, would I slap him or shake his hand?

It is so fun that I do get carried away. This explains why a shower for me is usually 15 minutes of luxurious alone time to remedy my body after a long day of hard work. And it is almost half hour when I wash my hair. Hey, hair also need some TCL ok, if not how would I expect my crowning glory to shine?

I do plan on getting myself a beautiful bathroom when I get a place of my own one day. Preferably one that incorporates both a shower and a bathtub so I can take my many many bubble baths. And let’s not forget, a shower and bath can always be shared with a someone else to a romantic escapade of passion :) Now, I’ll leave that to your creative imagination.

Buried

Sophie’s head feels like it is going to burst. She silently curses under her breath. The very thing that should not happen is now happening to her. She fills that gap with his songs. She remembers the silhouette of his body, tall, built with arms that make her feel safe. The sharp nose and the intense eyes. The curve of his body as he sleeps.

Sometimes the intensity overwhelms her. She has the one thing she wants right before her, within reach, within grasp, within hold. Yet she cannot put her hand out, not even to touch it. Because what she wants is fragile and immensely beautiful, she’s afraid even her gaze might ruin it. The ache of something so near yet so very far.

Sophie curses again. She does not want to remember and yet it is so hard to forget.

Sophie had jokingly and very playfully warned William about this a long time ago. Except that now she has to swallow a dose of her own medicine. Why is this happening? This should not be happening. The frustration of this is simply eating Sophie up inside.

Sophie has managed to always be on the other side of the fence when things like this take place. It is because she never realizes what is going on until a few years later. Years later when the crushes have moved on, and gathered enough courage to tell her that they liked her once upon a time.

Sophie paces up and down the room. Flashes of William come up like lighting during a thunderstorm. “The irony of all this” she mutters under her breath, “is that I’m the best friend and everything will change if I do what I want to do”. Her head pounds for a kind of consolation but nothing comes.

Sophie hates the two options she has. But not making a decision is not a solution either. Each carries a weight she does not want to shoulder. Both will come with a price to pay. Sophie wished she could turn back time to before the weekend, before the fun time, before the teasing started, before when she had a best friend.

Sophie wishes the old Sophie with the same William, where she can talk to about this dilemma she is currently in. the time when she will just ramble on and on and on and William plays the perfect gentleman, sitting down and just listening attentively.

She has wondered the possibilities of events that could take place. The acceptance in a state of shock or the rejection in a state of disbelieve. But either ways, the thought of losing the best friend is too painful to bear. “Would I rather do as I would with regret or try to find a glimmer of hope that it will work out. And if it doesn’t, at least I’ve have tried.” But losing a best friend, that’s a thought Sophie refuses to bear.

She took a walk that evening to clear her head, a very very long walk which was as far as her thoughts brought her. A single tear rolled of her eye and she heaved a heavy sigh. Sophie has made up her mind. “This” will be bottled up inside, buried in the deepest corner of her heart for she will put up a brave front and swallow the beautiful feelings she has for the darling William. For he shall not know and everything will go back to the way it was; normal. At least Sophie hopes.

Princess for a Day

I was picked up by a limo.

I had superb entertainment in the car.

AJ and I

Princess compliant #1: Jr was TOO quiet, his silence is deafening
I had really yummy food in Moven Peak.

I had the company of super amazing, loving juniors

I had Cake (OMG, I had cake, I had cake, I had cake!!!)

Cake Cake Cake from Secret Recipi

I had a really cute pressie

My Pressie

Since I had cake and a pressie, everyone automatically thought it was my birthday. So I had a “Happy Birthday” song played for me

I had a card with very touching words. *I will miss everyone here*

I had 45 minutes to spare before Iron Man. So we took 45 minutes worth of camwhore pics

The Girls

The Boys

All of us

I watched Iron Man which was excellent!

I was dropped back to my doorstep.

But being princessly was not the best part. It is the loving loving thoughts and things AJ with J, JB, A, DV, H did which really touched my heart. I can’t thank you enough for the wonderful night I had yesterday. I loved the cake (how did you guys know?!), the cute lil teddy bear (he’s so adorable, named him Martin) and the company of all of you. It saddens me that that night would have been one of my last ones here with you all. With promises to keep in touch, I will leave this place with a heavy heart. *Hugs*

Chemy Dinner 2008

The semester officially ended last Friday which also marked exactly 5 years of my presence here in Cowboy Town Uni. In those 5 years, I spent 2 months as a Business Information System student before I switched to Chemical Engineering. To commemorate the end of our journey as a Chemy student, a farewell dinner was organized in Casuarina Hotel, Ipoh.

Le Gang were dressed to the nines in our very terrific attires, I think we stole a fair share of limelight. Seeing that we are the most multiracial clique in class (and being the oh-s-glamorous people we are), we decided that we should wear a traditional costume different from our own.

So I wore a cheong sam or qi pao that night.

Taken right before I left

Ah Kie with a baju melayu, Ah Ha kurta suit, Ah Sha baju kebaya while Ah Lan decided to stick with smart casual. Now, how to not steal limelight la? *laughs* We got everyone’s attention the moment we stepped in :)

Ah Kie and Ah Sha

Ah Ha and I

The dinner was short, sweet and simple. The organizing chairperson gave a 2 minute speech and dinner commenced. Food was excellent, International Cuisine buffet and the spread had a lot of variety. The deserts however were disappointing.

Why so shy Ah Sha?

We played games – charades, folding of the newspaper and 3 songs were performed by our friends. The night ended with a group picture and off the camera went flashing like crazy with everyone trying to get a picture with everyone.

I’ll leave you with some here:

2 sets of couple – Tana and Punitha with the Indian Costume, Iman and I in our Chinese costume. And the best part is we didn’t even pakat with each other. Nice coincidence and check out the superb colour coordination.

Classmates

The very very extended family. Now who was I again?

Roomies. Garang wei. Don’t play play~

Iskandar and I. Notice how I don’t have my shoes on. I had so many complaints that everyone looked shorter than me so there were requests that I take off my shoes and hunch a lil to compensate for the difference in height.

Hang Li Po versus Chun Li

Le Gang

More pictures are available here