Who Were You In Your Past Life/ Lives?

After watching Oprah this morning where the audience of the Oprah Winfrey show studio got hypnotized by a hypnosis expert to let them recollect the memories of their past, curiousity got the best of me and I wondered who I was in my past life, or may I say past lives. A black woman among the audience who experienced the hypnosis said that she remembered that she was a white nun in the past. Totally opposite of who she is now since she's black and married. A white woman claimed that after the hypnosis, she remembered that she was a Red Indian lady with a lots of children though she cannot have children in her present life. Seems that we are condemned to live an opposite life to what we'd experienced before, huh~ So, I surf the internet (the easiest research method, thanks to internet) and began checking out this website.

http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/

This is a website which diagnose your past life based merely on your birth date. So, I think, though I began to believe in the existence of past lives, I think that the result of the diagnosis is not that accurate cause, first of all, many people shared the same birthday. So most people will get the same reading. But, that doesn't mean the reading is totally wrong. Some of the description in the result may contain some kind of truth in it.. Hmm..


Here's my past life diagnosis..

Your past life diagnosis:

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I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Poland around the year 700. Your profession was that of a digger, undertaker. --> this is sooo not me!!!

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Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Person with huge energy, good in planning and supervising. If you were just garbage-man, you were chief garbage-man. --> a compliment, though with a not-so-impressive example, so I just sip this in..

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The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods. --> Ok, this is quite accurate. I dislike it when my family switch on the air-cond, I can't stand watching raw materials gone to waste, and I am into recycling. ;)

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Do you remember now? No, I don't..

Urm, believing in past lives doesn't mean that I had a doubt in my religion.. I believe that God is fair in his judgment, so reincarnation to me, is the fairest thing to a person to get their second chance and complete what they could not complete in their past lives. And I still believe I was a beautiful heiress in my past life. Serious..

In My Comfort Zone.. ZzZzzz

Yes, I am at my comfort zone, my home mad home. And I am really comfortable until I saw the calendar and what, it's already 23rd May? Only left approximately one month and one week of semester holiday and I haven't even do what I've planned for the holiday? (eg: change the mismatch colour of my blog, keep in touch with friends, make up my mind which minor to take for the next semester, decorate the photos of CUS club on a Manila card, etc..) What I've been doing instead of doing these beneficial things that I was suppose to do? Well, I watched Oprah (actually, this is beneficial too, I guess) , The Nanny, and other movies from the movie channels every single day. And yes, I updated myself with the latest music videos by watching MTV, Channel V and Hitz.TV. I love Jai Ho music video.

This holiday, I've been sleeping a lot, and my blog had been hibernating - until now.. It's almost the end of May, and what? I just had two posts for this month and this is only my 3rd one? And no, I did not get myself a part time job. I got myself a full time job as a lazy housewife, who got lectured from my mother everytime she got back from school (she's a teacher) for not doing a very good house-keeping job. Well, my usual retort to that comment would be " I am not destined to be housewife." --> lame excuse.. (-_-) Cause house-keeping job is a universal job that each and everyone of us need at least basic skills in doing them. Yes, even the guys need to know how to cook. And there are rules in house-keeping job too, at least in my house, well, for hygenic purposes. For example, thou shalt not cook for thy pet and thy family using the same pot, (Yes, my mom cooked for our pet, 3 times a day, while she cooked for us 2 times a day.. See how important our pets are, haiz~) Thou shalt not spit or brush thy teeth in the kitchen sink because it's the place where thou wash thy food especially the vegetables, and thou shalt not use the same clothes that thou use to clean the table and use it to clean the floor. Typing it back here, I now truly understand why my mom put such a strict rules concerning hygiene though I thought that they were unnecessary at first.

I online approximately 3 to 4 times a week because there's no wireless line at my house. Had to depend on streamyx and my sister's laptop for being able to online now. Well, it's ironic because at Penang, I had a lot of things to do but just did not have enough time to do it, but here in my hometown Sibu, I had a whole day to do anything but there's no mood to do it. I guess I am in a lazy mode now. There's plenty of time, but no energy, but while in Penang, it was the other way round. To me, it looks like some kind of a compromise. I had time to online, but the source to online is not as good as back in Penang. Well?


Oh well, the conclusion here is that, though you are back in your comfort zone, you should not be too laid-back like me cause or else, you're never gonna have a comfortable new semester. Yup, need to start my engine now. Vroom, vroom~!!



Interframe: Checked my semester result and thank God I got all pass, and there's no lulus bintang or whatsoever, so I guess the worst grade I could probably get is C-. Phew~!

Moments That Made Me Wish I Were a Zillionaire..

[Interframe part 1: I typed this post during the 4th of May, when I was still at Penang airport, and only published it today when I finally can connect to the internet. So, just change the present tense to past tense.]

[Interframe part 2: This post was written during an unstable mental condition, please bear with me..] :"

Yes, a zillionaire, not a millionaire or a billionaire, but straight to zillionaire. If there’s something like infinitaire, I would go for that instead. Why? If I were a zillionaire, these stupid #$%(#@$*^# (too indescribable until no foul words can describe it) things won’t happen. There were a lot of unfortunate events where during that moment I experienced it, I wished I were a zillionaire so that these problems that occurred could be solved easily or that it won’t happen in the first place if I were a zillionaire.

Yeah, since I am at the Penang Airport and I am being too free and idle for the moment, I can list out most of the unfortunate events that occurred in my life since I was a small girl. Yeah, since the day I know how hard it is to earn money and how money can make your life easier in this materialistic world, that was the time I knew how to wish to be a rich person so that these money-related problems would not occur or can be solved easily and from that time onwards, I stopped wishing to be a Disney princess or any mock-reality characters.

1) The year was 1998. I was 10 years old. My parents and I were at the company (door-making company) to pay the bill of the doors for our new home. Yes, my parents bought a new house at Jalan Permai (which is my current home now), and there were lots of bills to pay (eg: lighting bill, plaster ceiling bill, tiles bill, etc, etc). I accompanied both my parents to pay for the doors’ bill that time. My father, my mom and I were wearing our most selamba shirts there. The t-shirt I wore was old and had a small hole, my mom were wearing her old shirt, though my father’s shirt were an improvement compared to me and my mom’s shirt, it was not smart and looked old too.

So, the (secretary/receptionist/cashier maybe? Oh whatever, her role isn’t that important, except that she’s the semi-villain here) at the company handed my father the bill needed to be paid by my father. My father was quite surprised because the amount of the bill was RM70 more than the amount that he and the company’s boss negotiated earlier. So he asked the secretary/receptionist/cashier/whatever~ (rolls eyes) why the amount was RM70 more than the amount that he and the boss negotiated earlier, the (whatever) woman said “Oh, the price of the doors have gone up RM10 each. So, since you bought 7 doors, you have to pay RM70 more.” That was a perfect ‘what the crap/heck’ moment but since that time I was innocent (ahem), I just remained silent. My father pleaded to the (whatever) woman so that she would not count the RM70 in since he and the company’s boss had negotiated earlier about the price, but alas, the woman was just a whatever woman, so she had no authority. My father asked permission to speak to the boss, and the (whatever) woman handed my father the phone, so he spoke quite a long time with the boss, pleading. The (whatever) woman interrupted when my father was on the phone with the boss and gave a dissatisfied look (this was the time she began to become the semi-villain).

Then, there was this guy, the whatever woman’s colleague who looked about late 30s or even mid 40s, came and asked the woman “What’s up” and the woman said “These people lor, ” referring to us. And she interrupted my father’s conversation by saying “RM70 only mah, need to make a big deal like this ka?” She gave a dissatisfied look because my father finally convinced the company’s boss to stick with the earlier price. Then the guy (whatever woman’s colleague) eyed us and that moment I wished that me and my family were not wearing crappy old shirts and wore something nicer instead. He gave us a ‘I am better than thou look’, where he looked as us as if we were disgusting creatures, as if we were not worth some respects, as if we did not have any dignity with us. And that moment, I wished that I were someone rich, a zillionaire, so that I would care less if there were RM70 or even RM 700 or RM7000 additional charge, I could just hand them the money or the cheque or whatever things which equals with money, and buy our dignity back.

2) The year was 1999. I started hitching a ride to school. I had to wake up early because it’s not nice to keep other people waiting for you, and when we were on the journey to school, we had to squeeze with other students inside the car. That time, I wished I was a zillionaire so that I could buy a bigger vehicle for the aunty so that we would not squeeze that much.

3) The year was 2004. My parents and I went to KL to round-round. I saw many nice clothes and many nice things. We stayed in Imperial Hotel (there are cockroaches in that hotel, fyi) and the four of us (my father, my mother, my sister and I ) shared a room. It was hard for us to get cheap transportations, so we had to squeeze in the LRT and monorail. Since I was a blur girl, I got lectured most of the time by my eldest sister on how to be alert when using LRT, and how to buy something at the cheaper price. The usual saying would be “We are not rich people, you know?” Rich people, I think. So overrated. They aren’t that great, but that was in my eyes only, at least. That moment, I wish I were a zillionaire so that I my mistakes concerning financial things could be easily forgotten and my family and I could stay at a more comfortable hotel and booked two rooms instead of one.

4) The beginning of the year 2006. I was learning driving. I was a slow learner in driving, so I always cause my driving instructor to be mad at me. He said that teaching me was kind of a wasteful to him since he only charged me RM450 to learn for a long duration. Yes, I was aware that teaching me was cost-effective. (Tell me something I don’t know~) And I cursed, scolded, and cried myself everytime after going back from driving practice because it was hurtful to know that you are not good at something even though you tried hard. I wished I was a zillionaire that time so that I could pay my instructor big money and shut him up, and buy a car for myself to practice.

5) The date was 8 October 2008. I lost my first handphone (Mr Sony the 1^st) and wallet (Milk Teddy brand) in front of the library. No IC, no ATM cards, no handphone, nothing. I felt so lost. If I were a zillionaire, wouldn’t this thing be solved easier? I could buy a new handphone (though not as memorable as MR Sony the 1^st because of the sentimental value)

and made my life easier instead of trying to find which #@$%^ dishonest culprit who took my handphone.

6) The date is right now! I wish I am a zillionaire right now!! The zillion dollar reason is because I am stuck in the airport with my sister because we missed our 6.45 am flight for MAS airline (yes!! MAS airline!! That’s why I am freaking mad now because by using MAS airline instead of Air Asia, it’s more convenient and need not to worry about the luggage like when using Air Asia) and now we had to buy another air tickets (from Air Asia, ya know!!) just to go home because the MAS airline tickets that were sold at the ticket counter were freaking expensive (cost RM800++ perperson).

So, so, arrgh, my feelings are indescribable right now. Freaking Mad, huh~!! We missed our flight because the person in charge to send us to the airport had a car breakdown and we arrived at the airport at 6.40 am. What a heartbreaking moment when the person at the counter said that we were late, and the gate could not be opened because we were LATE, and added that even the gabenor would not be allowed to go in for being LATE, and moreover, our air tickets were in the low price category, and could not be refunded. How unfortunate could two eager-to-go-home girls be? Now we have to become the terminal girls at the moment to wait for our next flight at 5 pm. And crapz, the McDonald here did not provide us with wireless network password because err, they don’t have it, they say. I wished I were a zillionaire this very moment so that I could launch wireless network so that I could online here, or better, so that I could buy my own jet plane and depart whenever I want to. Because there is no a vocabulary named LATE in private jet plane dictionary.

To be a zillion percent honest, there were zillions of times already I wished I were a zillionaire. Maybe 24 hours perday? But those moments were not as significant, so they were not mentioned.

[Interframe part 3: Slumdog Millionaire is the only movie that I could relate to right now…. ]

[Interframe part 4: I am glad I am not born a zillionaire, so that I could not take for granted anything I have now. But isn’t it good if I could make my own zillion and these problems won't occur at the first place?]

[Interframe part 5: I am glad there's some blessings that I received despite missing the flight last Sunday. I get to meet my besties at Kuching.. This blessed happening made my day!! Miss ya guys!! I'm gonna put our pics here once my sister transferred the pic to her lappy.. ;)]

I'm Dissatisfied!! (-__-)

I could not accept this harsh reality. I am not sure if I am cursed or not, but I cannot tolerate this happening anymore. My handphone is spoiled/ rosak(Malay) /ruseq (Melanau)/ huai le (Mandarin)/ pai liao(Hokkien) and in foul language, it is %#!#*%$@~!!! This feeling is indescribable yeah. I know, my reaction should not be this extreme since I could survived my first 20 years on earth without my own handphone, but now (since the day I started tertiary studies) I could not survive without handphone anymore. I mean, there are a lot of precious messages inside that handphone which could not be replaced. There are a lot of phone numbers that I could not remember using my own memory but Mr Sony the 2nd (yeah, that's the name of my handphone, fyi) could help me remember them even with his limited brain size (512 MB, fyi).

Well, it's not like I am some businesswoman who's on the phone 24/7 or that I am a social butterfly who got 20 messages perhour, but handphone has its own special role in my life.
These are the ways I used my handphone to make my life complete.

1) I had a hard time remembering new people's name. So, I use my handphone to keep track of people's names. When I forgot somebody's name (people whom I met before, but had not gotten their numbers), I will say to that person "Urm, I haven't got your number, so mind if you give me your number.. (purposely did not mention the person's name cause afraid later that person will know that actually, I already forgot her/his name) and I do not know how to spell your name (of course, since I don't remember, hehe) so can you spell it for me? (handing my handphone to her/him.) " After she/he finished adding her name and phone number to my handphone, then I will take a look at the name. "Ah, so this is how to spell your name, Anonima (example only).."

2) I can pretend to be busy during my idle time, especially during a gathering. Yes, this is truly important. I am always idle during most of the gatherings, especially a gathering where my parents made me go reluctantly. During this kind of gathering, my parents who were always the 2nd last person to leave the venue of the gathering place (maybe too many stories to be shared), would had a nice time chatting with their friends, while me (the social caterpillar in this kind of gathering) will be left at the corner doing (only God and me know what) with my handphone and deleting some previous messages (instead of smsing, too thrifty to be true). And during this kind of gathering, some of you who's lucky enough to send me message during this time of the day, the reply to your message will come faster than you say "Supersonic", though I am a slow smser.. If my handphone could not function anymore, I would have to busy myself with something else like eating or trying to interrupt my parents and her friends' conversation (which is kind of rude, I think) , so let's just settle for eating. Huhu~

3) My handphone is my alarm clock. So without my handphone, it would be hard for me to wake up on time. (At least, now I can blame it on Mr Sony if I am late to attend any important events.)

4.) My handphone is my camera. If I see anything interesting out of the blue and want to capture it, Mr Sony is there to the rescue. But now, haiz.. You're in ICU, Mr Sony..

5) My handphone shows my taste in choosing something. (Ahem..) I know this might be a bit shallow but the way we choose our thing, it just shows our taste, right? And Mr Sony is worth showing off, though it might not be the best looking boyfriend, ei, handphone. Got carried away..


So, please wake up Mr Sony. Remember, you are needed urgently!!!

[Interframe: Mr Sony is just a new handphone, age 6 months = one semester. --> Maybe should name it Baby Sony instead. So, suggestion to buy a new handphone is automatically denied since it's still in warranty. Furthermore, there are a lot of precious memories inside Mr Sony the 2nd that makes him ,as Beyonce sang it, irreplacable. ]