Facing Reality

Jobs Vacancy. 

I'm sensitive to these two words nowadays. Oh, make it four.

 Part-time job vacancy. 

Initially, last semester, Matthlessa (not real name) and I vowed to find a part-time job to cover our daily expenses but here we are - still part-timeless. Erm, to be honest, I wasn't completely jobless the last semester - I did some translation work under my sister's supervisor but that was it. After that, nada. Due to the lack of motivation from myself and also the restriction from my faculty, I resorted to becoming a housewife whenever I have a free time because since the beginning of this year, my schedule is unpredictable. Seems like I have no control over my time at all. At the moment that I thought I would be free, suddenly assignments and tasks came running after me, and ironically, during the times that I thought I would be superbusy, I found myself lazing around the house - to the extent of taking a sweet long afternoon nap. 

  

 So last night, I got a call from Alvin (not real name) who is going to stay over for the semester break telling me that he got a feedback from a job he was looking for. He went to Starbucks at Komtar Area, got himself an interview on the spot, and voila,  and is now crossing fingers to get a positive feedback. After listening to his story, the desire to find a part-time job came gushing back at me and I am back putting this 'job-searching' radar on. I hope I have the motivation like him and Claire (not real name) to find a part-time job.

 However, I am not sure how my schedule would be this holiday so I think I would opt for finding a part-time job which can give me freedom to adjust the schedule or a part-time with a fixed schedule but only require me to work during the weekend. 

Ideally, I would like to work in places like a bakery especially King's Confectionery which is located at Tesco Sungai Dua because I am familiar with the cakes there. I can definitely attend to the customers' enqueries regarding the contents and flavours of the cakes mmmmmm...

My favourite cake from King's Bakery. Mango flavour with Vanilla cake. Mmmmm... Credits to Claire Marie for the photo.

 My other desire was to work at the Queensbay GSC cinema (for the sole purpose of getting free tickets and hopefully free popcorns too*winks*) but compared to the bakery, for this second desire, I have transport difficulty. Oh-ho! 

There goes my working desire.

But for now, what I need to do is to find the topic for my research, consult a supervisor, do something for another project, then after estimating how my schedule will be like, I can definitely start to activate my part-time job-hunting. And oh, I love Baskin Robbins too. If only they have vacancy during the 31st, huh? 

He Came, He Looked, and He Asked for Money...

Date: 2nd April 2010
Location: In front of Our Lady of Sorrows Church
Time: Around 7.45 pm or later, after Good Friday service.

The rain was pouring down heavily. Each one of us who just attended the Good Friday service was very hungry. Step, Man Lee, me and several of our juniors were deciding which cafe or restaurant to go to during that rainy day.

"Let's go to Prangin Mall," was the final decision that we made. While waiting for the others to join us, suddenly a man of about 50 year old appeared and talked to us with his fluent English.

"Hello, I am a Catholic too, I just attended the Good Friday service," he started to introduce himself. " I came to Penang to attend this service from my hometown in Perak, and I needed to go back tonight. But the bus fare is RM8, and I only have RM5," he elaborated, while sheltering himself with his right hand. He looked quite in a pitiful state, but that time, I was sceptical, and quite annoyed, because he was using the tactic to create a dilemma in us for being a Christian who just came back from church. It was as if, since we were going to church, we should be good enough to show some sympathy and do some good deeds to him. The hidden premise is that, if we do not help him, what's the use of us going to church then?

"I need some money to go back home, " he continued.

I was thinking, okay, maybe I would help to contribute only RM1 in case if he really needed the cash. But before I could say or do anything, my junior, Joe, took out his RM 10 note and gave it to the man without saying much.

The man, of course, was very happy, and responded with "God bless you!!" and walked away in the downpouring rain.

Most of us were looking at Joe with our wide-eyed expressions.

"Joe~" was the only word that came out from our mouths during our speechless moment.

"Mana tau kalau dia benar-benar perlu duit tu," was his answer. Then we agreed with him.

"Ya, betul, " Man Lee agreed with Joe's decision. It is because, if he really needed the money, we would be committing sins of omissions for not helping him, but if he was lying to us, well, he was the one sinning, and we were not to bear the guilt of not helping him. But still deep down in me, I wouldn't offer that much to the person whom I still doubted, but since Joe was generous and all that, maybe it was okay. God bless him.


FAST FORWARD TO THE FOLLOWING SATURDAY...
Date: 10th April 2010
Location: the hawker stall area at Sunway Hotel, near Our Lady of Sorrows Church
Time: Around 8 pm or later, after Sunset Mass

We were sitting at our usual place before having our dinner. Me, Claire, Natalia, Mike, Deidre and Mike's future girlfriend, ahem, V*v**n, were trying to decide what to eat before we order the food. Suddenly, a man appeared at our table, he somewhat looked kinda familiar to me, and he spoke in English. He was greeting us with some "Hi Christian " thingy and tried to remind us of our responsibility as Christians, or precisely, Catholic. He was asking for money to go back to his hometown, and this rang a bell in me.

No wonder he looked familiar! He was the same guy who asked for money from us when we finish our Good Friday service a week earlier. OMG, and he was still using the same old crappy story to gain our sympathy, but too bad you're busted, fraud~! Checkmate! The same old Why-you-Christian should-help-me crap and talking about how good if he could go back to his hometown now. Gosh, he wasn't creative for a fraud, huh?

I interrupted him and told him that "Weren't you the same guy who asked for money last week? Hadn't you got your money to go back to your hometown already? My junior gave you the money, and it was RM10!" My words were more or less like that, based on my weak memory. The mean gene inside me was pouring out.

He looked at me, then he said something like this "You must be mistaken! I just came here today," he tried to fool me. What did he think I am? A cow?

"No, no, no! I am sure it was you! You told the same story, going back to your home town, you're a Catholic," I said and at the same time he was talking continually to Mike and V*v**n, maybe trying his luck? Lol.. We were not born yesterday, my dear fraud. Before he went away, he said "God bless you!" and I replied "God bless you too," with a goofy smile.

In my heart, I was thinking, "Oh, no Joe... Too bad your good deed was wasted on a fraud like him." But I guess it's the intention that matters, no matter to whom the help was offered to, even for a fraud..


I guess, to be fooled once, is okay, but to be fooled twice, no way. I wouldn't give in to that. I know maybe he really needed the money, but why did he need to lie to get them? By the way, he's healthy, and he could probably get a job, but I guess, with his reputation as a fraud, it was hard for him to get any. To help a parasite is also a sin, at least for me. So, next time, to be fooled by a person once, it's his fault. But to be fooled twice by the same person, it could be your fault.

Moral of the story: Next time, make a deal with people whom you are helping. If he/she wants the money from you, the condition is this: THEY HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU! HEHE. SEE IF THEY WILL STILL WANT TO FOOL YOU IN THE FUTURE?

Looking for Inspiration...

Whenever we want to make a public speaking or a speech, it is advised that we should pick the title we are most familiar with, and which is better if your audience could relate to. So I have this oral communication and public speaking in English (HEK212) paper which needs all of the students to prepare their speech by the next week. The title is "Personal Experience" which is general by the way, so we ourselves had to find a specific title which is our personal experience and present it the next week. So here I am, at lost at what I should present the following week. I just had one idea in mind right now, which is "Stroke", since I had a bad experience with it. Not that I ever had stroke before, but my father was diagnosed with it when I was 18. But the problem is that I am bored to death reading the facts about stroke, what more to present it to the audience who would probably yawn the whole 3 minute if I present about it.

So the million dollar question is - What should I present huh??

Should I present about my shopping experience - which is not a really intriguing title since everybody knows about shopping well, or maybe I should present about the coping up with the hectic schedule of a university student, or maybe the benefit of studying in USM (yawn~).. OMG - I am running out of useful/acceptable/good ideas.

Maybe I should present this - how to make sleeping/eating in the lecture hall less obvious. Okay, here's a way:

1) Remember to bring a big book with you which you could use to cover your face - then voila, pretend to be engrossed in the book and actually what you were doing behind it was something else.

2) Sit behind someone who's taller than you in the lecture hall. Now you're free to do what you want, even to pick your nose.

3) Pretend to be rubbing your forehead. This will ensure you the chance to sleep for a few minutes.


Okay, I guess I have to get serious now.

Chao~!

I guess, Macam-macam Aznil is still the most original show in Malaysia.

Interframe: It's just three days away from leaving Sibu and I felt weird how I wasn't that homesick of going back to my hometown but I wasn't eager to go back to the university to study either. I can already imagine the hectic life there with the activities lining up for my club and for my academic too. I felt nauseous even when I only think of it.

Now I am a little unwell due to coughing but I guess I had to recover rapidly - or else I would not be allowed to board the plane. The worst torture is that I had to eat only porridge though I felt like eating all the good stuff as this would be my last week at Sibu. What a waste. This semester, it would be my first time taking full unit (20 unit) and I hope I can cope up with all the hectic schedule.

I have a new favourite show.

And that show is Spontan.

This is a show aired on Astro Warna (which we didn't subscribe so I watched the downloaded version which I got from my sister who knew the show from our friends Step and Melody.)

This show made me laugh hysterically.

This show is hosted by Sharifah Shahira and there are at least four players in this show for every episode.

Each of the player were given the task to perform a sketch spontaneously.

I watched the show and I thought

"Wow~ Malaysia finally have its own original comedy show (besides Macam-macam Aznil) instead of using the format of the shows from other countries (e.g: Raja Lawak is the Malaysian version of Last Comic standing, etc)".

But as I watched through the Spontan series, suddenly it hit me.

This kind of show is somewhat familiar.

It does ring a bell of


jengjengjeng

"Whose Line is it anyway."


Whose Line is it anyway is originally a british show which had the US version hosted by Drew Carey. In this show, there are four players which had to do the sketch spontaneously according to the host's given situation.

So that's it. Spontan wasn't really that original either, except that it has a few innovation with the inclusion of the beatboxer Sean and a few more original games. But the format is still the same with Whose Line is it anyway.


Spontan

Vs

Whose Line Is It Anyway


But whatever it is, I still like to watch Spontan though I think it's hard to catch Din Beramboi's jokes sometimes.

So, as a conclusion, Macam-macam Aznil is still the most original comedy show in Malaysia.

Your Room Shows Who You Are, and That My Dear, Is Not a New Discovery...

I am not a good hostess. I just leave my things messing around in the room (especially during exam season) and when people came to my room, I did the tidying up in front of them - I mean, how embarrassing! I used to do this whenever any of my hostel mates came to my room, both my hands doing the tidying up, while my mouth kept apologizing profusely for the mess. Sometimes if I am lucky and I got a 10 minutes notice, I grabbed all my books and notes which were scattered on the floor and bed, threw them all into my cupboard and voila, everything looked fine again, and prayed that I do not have to open my cupboard in front of the guest. By the way, if you are reading this, Marce, (that is - if you even know the the existence of this blog, hehe), sorry my room was damn messy - and I wanted to apologize I didn't have snacks to offer you. I used to buy snacks in case there is any guest coming but I ended up eating them myself even before the snack could make its way into my food cupboard, due to the temptation during stress. Hehe. But one thing for sure, I love having guest around, especially those who never come to my room before because a room is actually a place where you get to show your personality, and share bits and pieces of your life. It is your comfort zone, and it just shows your guest the idea of what makes you comfortable. Apparently, people get to know you more through your room -unless you are the kind of person who doesn't do anything to your room (but still, even when you didn't personalize your room, we can make conclusion about you - that you are either a very busy person, an uncreative person, or a plain simple boring person - pick one or pick all three, no limits here.)

So actually, what are the things that make my room, MY ROOM?

1) Tons of books - either story books or text books.
I like reading books, but now I am gradually switching to reading blogs. Maybe it's because I am too lazy to hold a book - you know, especially the hard covered books. It's damn heavy especially when you want to read them while lying down. But I like to keep books, especially English story books. This semester, I had to buy 6 children story books for my Children Literature course, but I didn't really complain, and I am not thinking of selling them off at Chow Rasta because I wanted to keep them. But it was a totally different story for text books. I bought text books because I was in the kiasu mode for this semester, when a lecturer stressed how important a book is, I was among the early birds to purchase the book- skemalah katakan. But those text books were still virgins - until the eve of the exam for sure.

Conclusion about me: You can conclude that I like to read fictions and I only read non-fictions merely for exams. You can even conclude that I am a person who like to take the easy way, buying text books instead of photocopying them - and that I am a kiasu person for buying the almost every book that the lecturer asked us to buy.

2.) Clothes hanging on my window
If you want to identify my room from outdoors, try this - look for the room with tons of clothes hanging on the window - and you shall be assured that the room belongs to me. This shows that I am ahem, someone who could adapt well to situation. Since we didn't have enough space to dry our clothes, whenever the clothes that I hung at the suspension system (not sure if I am using this noun correctly) were halfway dry, I would transfer them to the window for further drying. And no, I don't care what people think about it (especially the people who were exercising at the back of my hostel who can have a nice view of our windows and what we hung there *sigh*), as long as my clothes are dry, that could make my day and what's more important, I would be less worried.

Conclusion about me: You can conclude that I am someone who's obsessed with laundry and someone who could adapt well to situation. heheh.

3) Soft board full of prayer cards and a drawing of Jesus
Well, this shows that I am a Christian, or specifically a Catholic. But don't get the wrong idea, I am not a holy person *shame mode on*. Yeah, the reason I put many prayer cards was because I am a great sinner, so I need more prayers and protection from God. (Remember that it was the sick people who keep more medicines, so that goes the same for me..) And about the drawing of Jesus, I have always loved drawing, so I would love to put something I drew on my soft board. Besides, I didn't have any holy pictures (and I am too thrifty to buy one cause they are expensive, huhu) so a hand work of your own was the best option right?

Conclusion About Me: I am a Catholic, and I am someone who loves artistic things (it runs in the family maybe).. But as I've told you earlier, I am not a holy person, and I only have halo when I walked under the sun.

4) Table full of scattered books, notes and everything important to a student

Whenever I am busy and needed to rush, I would just place my things on my table or on my bed - that was the case before exam. But for the case during the exam or the study week, it was because I went to search for my notes high and low, thus the messy table and bed and even the floor. Thank God I have a roommate who could tolerate my madness and messiness. :)

Conclusion about Me: I am a messy person. Simple as that.

5) A picture of my besties and me

I received a gift from my besties back in 2008, before I step my feet on USM. I opened the gift while I was on the plane, to keep my mind off from my gosh-it's-my-first-time-being-on-a-plane-alone worries. It was thoughtful of them, to give me something memorable - a picture of us - Sally, Stephanie, Amanda and me together. The frame was beautiful, but what was more beautiful was the message from the picture. It was a picture of us camwhoring inside the toilet of Cafe Cafe, a well known hang out spot in Sibu. I couldn't help but to reminisce our good times together whenever I saw the photograph. It was true, though as cliche as it sounds, that a picture tells a thousand words - or more precisely, recalls a thousand memories.

Conclusion about Me: I am a sentimental person.

Now, can you analyze your room or your friends' rooms? Put on your room radar on and try to observe now yo~! And no, room raiding is not an option.


PS: Though your hostel room may be your temporary bedroom, it still can sum up a few personalities, if not all, about you. So, be wary what you keep in your room, people, because the things you keep have the power to reflect who you are.

Just a Summary..

[Interframe: The theme of the day is not based on denotation only, but connotation. ]

Manic Monday

It was a holiday on Monday. Well, it wasn't really a holiday since there was a test on Tuesday, so Monday was dedicated to studying (ahem) but actually me and Hawa ended up watching NurKasih instead. It was a really nice drama, I can declare it as Malaysia's best series so far without much doubt. It's about a Muslim girl who had gone through a lot in her life as a faithful wife, a dedicated student and a career woman. How she dealt with all the obstacles was something to be admired. I loved the way the actress carrying the main role as she fitted the role nicely, if Waheeda was to replace her, I would not watch that series, not that I have something against Waheeda but her face just did not fit the characteristics of the main role, a soft but tough woman, patience, loving and faithful. I got a copy of the series from Hawa and I could not wait to check them out after, urm, the ICG Camp. ;)

Panic Tuesday

The HET213 test day. Woke up at 3 am in the morning, was trying really hard to focus on studying the Biber reference book but I ended up playing facebook instead, fooling around giving and replying merapu picture comments. When I finally sat inside the lecture hall to sit for the test, I was cursing myself when I saw the questions. I focused on the wrong part while studying. Cis~! Huhu. So, I did what I do best, merapu and menggoreng. And I was kind of emo that day because I felt so unproductive. Wonder what my result will be like, eh? Hopefully I would not fail. *cross fingers* But when I got back to my hostel, I found my comfort zone, facebook. I just knew that I couldn't live without logging on to facebook.

Wet Wednesday

I bought a nice dress/blouse from The Manni-queen and was really satisfied with it. Wohoo~! Then, during the evening, I joined the buka puasa dinner hosted by USM with a Sultan (from Perlis if not mistaken) and too bad that my CUS girlfriends could not make it. I was the only girl representative from CUS alongside with Arthur and Eduard and I sat with the Persatuan Kristian Agape (PKA) people and thank God I saw some familiar faces there. ;) I wasn't wearing formal because I just finished my class at 6.30pm, and if I knew this was not compulsory though we already sent in our names, I won't be that skema to join and went to shower that time instead because I've wore the shirt all day long, but at least, free dinner right?

And guess what, me and Hawa went for our tutorial but we just couldn't find the actual tutorial room. Gosh, we really wanted to attend this tutorial but fate was sabotaging us. We already asked Miss Hiba about the venue and she told us the same time, same place, but I guess maybe the same that she referred to was not the same that we thought. Hehe. Miscommunication, I think. Finally, we ended up online at the library's computer room.

Thunder Thursday

My first class in the morning was the Creative Writing class and today we were going to have an outdoor class at the back of Hamzah Sendut Library 2 to write a haibun. Haibun is a Japanese term used to describe a particular kind of text, basically about what you see and felt at the moment. It is somewhat like a combination of a short poems and prose. I had a hard time looking for the class so I resorted to calling up the lecturer himself. And he told me, "Yes, it is at the back of PHS2." When I told him I didn't see anybody, he told me "Yeah, got. We are at the back of the library now." So, I walked back there again and finally saw my other classmates and the lecturer himself. I guess this was the outcome of not taking your classmate's phone numbers. But luckily, I managed to mix with two seniors who were two friendly Malay girls, but too bad I haven't know their names and forgot to take their numbers. Huhu~! While we were sitting there drinking in the scenery to describe it, suddenly it started to rain. We all ran to the library's building for some protection.

I began to think about my last semester's class. No wonder I missed last semester's LSP class so much. Though I didn't know my classmates at first last semester, I managed to mix with them though majority were my seniors. But this LHP class, I didn't know that it was hard to break the ice as I felt like I am an intruder since the others are from BATI course and I was the only one from ELS.

Fine Friday

It was the CUS gathering day. I brough my camera as usual, so that I could take some pictures and upload them in CUS blog and also in facebook. *wink* We had a Rosary prayer conducted by the Santo Maria and the St Paul family. After the gathering, we managed to look at Duke's edited photo in facebook and it was hilarious as his hair were edited into an afro style and he looked quite different there. Reminded me of Jackson Five. LOL. Then, Juslin, Arthur, Step and me began to talk about "If only the next semester, the CUS Nite's theme is Afro Night, then it would be so hilarious and silly!" After that, I went straight to the Human Communication Lecture and I was early as the gathering today finished earlier than usual. ;) I was sleepy during the lecture and I could not wait to go back to hostel to catch up with my sleep.


CONCLUSION

In short, this wasn't the best week as there were several chaotic moments, but I was glad there were several comical moments which could cheer me up to make me through the week. Oh, gonna have lunch at Mel's house later, chao~!

Top reason for being grateful about living at the top of Fajar building..

I guess, I always complained endlessly along with my roommate about living in the top floor of Fajar whenever we climbed on the stairs to reach for our room. Mind you, we lived in the 5th floor, and there's no elevator. So climbing up and down was our daily necessity.

But today, on 5th September 2009 midmorning (12 am), for the first time,I was thankful for the living at the top floor of Fajar. It was a blessing in disguise. Hehe. Why? Because *do it Justin Timberlake style as in My Love song* ---> it was easier to skip fire drill. Yup. That was the sole reason. Me and my roommate skipped the fire drill for the first time by switching off the lights. Nobody goes up to check on our room like what happened last time.

I do not deserve to carry the title of "Skema girl" from this moment onwards.

Death Note..

1) Movie Review [LHP 453] - ( )
Status: Haven't start.

2) Writing test, [LHP 453] Thursday, 3rd Sept - ( )
Status: Haven't prepare.

3) Short story draft [LHP 453], Friday, 4th Sept - ( )
Status: Don't know which story to choose, thus haven't start to prepare the draft.

4) Phonetics and Phonology [HET222], test, 7 Sept - ( )
Status: Don't understand a thing in the book.

5) Structure and grammar in English [HET 213], assignment, 14th week deadline - ( )
Status: I haven't started doing what was supposed to be handed in this week, so what do you think this status will be?

6) Human Communication [YKT 101], assignment, 9 October deadline - ( )
Status: Haven't even choose which question to do. So, of course haven't do the research.

Conclusion: Don't judge your assignments by your units. Even with only 17 units, my days are numbered.

Additional Special list:

7) Club's activities.
Status: Have to do it weekly.

8) Act in a project which is going to be done by my MassCom friend.
Status: I think I cannot make it. Hope they find another Chinese girl to replace me.

Conclusion: To improve my pointer is an impossible task. Bye, bye, Baskin Robbins~!

Fate is Sabotaging Me...

I was right when I said that this holiday is not enough to settle all my assignments (thanks to facebook)..

Okay, so today I have to shop for groceries with my friend to use for my club's activities tomorrow, and gosh, I still haven't start searching for my presentation contents. (-_______-) No, I am not going to embarrass myself during the presentation, no, please no.. But why, there aren't enough notes for this particular topic - Nonverbal communication. Coincidentally, the notes that my friend gave me exclude that particular topic, and I was wishing I won't get this nonverbal topic, but guess I got it now. (Okay, I wasn't wishing under the meteor, so I think that was why it didn't come true) I went to the photostate shop under the library in hopes for this notes, and gosh, it was the notes for language and meaning (the previous chapter). Okay, I was damn regretful I didn't bring along my camera for the Human Communication lecture. HUHU!!!

Then, there is this phonetics and phonology test which is going to happen this Monday. I was like, what, I could not even play the CD in my newly bought expensive phonetics and phonology text book! Yes, and I was the student who always not paying attention while dear lecturer explaining in front, so padan mukalah saya nie.. HUHU!! (swimming in the river full of tears)

And I have to prepare some games items for one game we are going to play at Kerachut beach tomorrow. Hopefully the activity turn out fine and most importantly, it's not gonna rain, yup?? No, Mother Nature, don't follow Fate who kept sabotaging me.

Update: But it was raining while we hike. Naughty, naughty Mother Nature. Hmmph..

If I have an eraser..

I would like to erase all the wrong deeds that I done, all my mistakes that I have done without thinking much, and all the bad decisions that I had made...

If I have a remote control,

I would rewind all the happenings back again, and redo everything so that they become better than now.

Well, in reality, I have nothing. Nothing to change all this situation to get back to normal.

But there's a prayer, a hope for a miracle, a hope for a better outcome from every mistake that I've done.

For the things that had gone wrong, I wish they are back to normal. For the things that had been right and improved, I wish they stay the same, good and improved.

I couldn't erase the past happenings, but I can plan for tomorrow's event.

I'm Sorry Sis Melissa........

Dear Mel,

I am sorry for complaining about you behind your back in front of Stephanie during the taklimat I attended. I complained that you forced me to eat at your place though I told you I would have my lunch provided while attending the USM brand taklimat. I was quite unsatisfied that time, for I was selfish. I only think about how tired I was going to be to walk to your place, even after I had my lunch at DUP. When I finally reached your house, and was treated well by you and your housemates, I just realized that a meal at your place there was priceless compared to the meal experience I had elsewhere, though the one I had at DUP was a free meal. The meal at your home was better, because first of all, the food reminds me of home, and the atmosphere reminds me of family, and it brought out the sense of belongingness. I will never again reject any offer to have meal at your place, unless I am really busy that time. That is, if you still think inviting me to have meal at your place is still worth considering.

Then today, about the selling-tickets thingy, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings when I seemed to be forcing you to help me sell the concert tickets in front of the church, and hurt your feelings saying you should help me since you would not be helping at the booth the coming weekdays, when you were the one who helped me do the decoration on the manila cards for the booth. Yes, I realized I am an idiot sometimes for speaking insensitively, since I should know that words, the verbal abuse, can be more hurting than physical abuse. I am really sorry, sister, for being such a loser sister.

Talking about insensitive, I think I should take care of my manners more. I cut the queue while waiting to get the food during the taklimat break. Thank God there were Melissa and her PERKASA friends who gently let us cut their queue.. Sorry, girls!! I should've known better, not to do this embarassing stuff to you guys. I am such a humiliation my club. Huhu~! Such insensitive of me. AH ya, talking about your name pulak, yesterday, I met three Melissa's, including you in a day. I could've meet four Melissa's yesterday if only Mellisa Reeve join us for Bon Odori. Hehe.. Too bad she didn't join. During the morning, I met Melissa (pharmacy student, from Taekwondo club) who was a very nice senior. She was all smiley, and she reminds me of our cousin, Sharon. She still remembers me, and I was glad and touched. I mean, I am used to being a forgettable character for being quiet person during certain gatherings and meetings. I must at least meant something, if people remembers my face.

Then, during the taklimat break, there's another Melissa (PERKASA club, my friend/coursemate) whom I met during the breakfast moment. She was very friendly, and she reminds me of cousin Alysia She's just so sporting and happy-go-lucky like Alysia. There's never a place I could see Mel without cheering people around her. I realized that I am seeing our family in forms of my friends. How lucky could I be? And there was you, Melissa too, hehe, and you of course is yourself, my sister. Whom I always complained about, but at the end of the day, I know that without you, I won't survive my days in university. I am really sorry sis for taking you for granted sometimes. During the Bon Odori, sorry I could not spend time and take photos with you guys like I planned to.. Did you guys take photos without me? If yes, please photoshop my face inside. If no, not needlah.. Hehe..

I am sorry for not making your lives any easier. For those my friends out there too, if I ever hurt you guys and if you are reading this, I never meant to hurt you guys. Never!! Believe me. If there's anything I could do to erase all that hurts caused by me to those of you out there, curse me, hit me, hurt me back, do anything to me, mock me, (I will lose my dignity for saying these all, but I don't care anymore) but please, pretty please, forgive me.. And don't ever end this friendship and this sistership we have..... Amen......


Your sorry sister, (and I am sorry too you have a sister like me),
Maureen. (don't want to put family name cause later buat malu mak bapak.. huhu!)

It's Raining...

I lost my aunt because of Cancer. (;_;)

I lost my cat, and two kittens because of... I don't know.. It was not stated in my sister's sms to me. But I am soooooooooooo going to miss them, though I did not make their lives any easier when they lived. (-_-)

I got this message in the middle of a crowd, and I could not show my emotions. I had to control them. (*_*)

And maybe I am too lost even to know what's going on with people around me, near and far.. (=_=)



Reminder: And I have to wake up early tomorrow to attend something compulsory (which provides food, aha!!) for my club.

I Miss the Time..

- when I was able to have a good night sleep, worrying only about tomorrow, and not about next week, next semester's activities, and much more.

- when I could spend time with my friends in informal activities, having fun, no worries, and free from stress.

-when I only have to worry about academics and the weather and nothing else.

-when I would not be judged just based on my efficiency to do something, but by my ability to make people laugh.

- when being responsible is only a bonus quality, but not a necessity.

But, as we grow up, we have to embrace responsibilities. No matter how heavy the burden is, no matter how busy you are, no matter how dilemma you face to say no because you have to give time to the other activities, you have to know what your PRIORITIES are. Sometimes we make mistakes. Sometimes we make the wrong decision. I hope I can give my full commitments to the activities I am obliged to. I hope I won't disappoint anybody. It's hard, but I will try my best.

I Believe I Can Sing..

So I was attending this singing practice 8 pm tonight for the Catholic Undergraduate Students (CUS)'s gathering tomorrow. I was shocked to find I was the second earliest to arrive at DUP second floor, the place we chose for our practice session for tomorrow's activity. I was like, okay (proud for being early for the first time) and the earliest was Juslin, a girl my age but she was a 3rd year student. At least being the earliest after her, I got to break the ice. I don't know why but I am not a person who can talk a lot in a group. I only talk a lot more when it's one on one. Call me weird, but I bet some of you out there has this similarity with me too. :) I was impressed she knew how to play the guitar because I've never seen her play one before.

Then, along came Marcela, then Arthur. It was just the four of us, plus Augustine, who then joined us later. I was like, no, just the five of us? This means, they're going to notice my lousy voice. I mean, I only sing in a loud voice confidently when I am at home, and even with all that confidence, I always got corrected by my sister for singing off-key. I could not raise my voice especially when singing church hymns. I was like, help me, God!! Help me!! I envy Marcela's strong vocal and Juslin's melodious singing. My voice, on the other hand, was like a guy's voice. I really believed that Sabahan truly have natural singing talent in their blood. Maybe Sarawakians was more to dancing, though I suck at it. But when I observed my Sarawakian friends and also the view from my sister, yeah, I truly believe that Sarawakian's talent was more to dancing. Maybe I have to try out Tarian Moden Ko-k next semester, hmm...

Moment of Beseech: Oh, God.... Please help me for my singing tomorrow. And please, do not rain tomorrow, because we are going to have our gathering at Tasik Harapan.. (Even if we do have umbrella, tak syoklah buat action song pakai payung..)

I hope I won't regret......

For just taking 17 unit this semester.. I finally chose to drop Spanish language course over Children Literature because I had enough unit for university courses. Thanks to my friend who mentioned it to me, I knew I had enough unit, or else I will remain blur in darkness and thought that 18 unit is the minimum requirement to fulfill the unit for university courses.

This morning, I had class as early as 9 am.. Thank God this semester I do not have any 8 a.m class, but touch wood, I haven't know the times for my major tutorial slots yet. If I could choose, the earliest class that I can attend is 10 am. Serious. I am a pig when it comes to waking up early. The earliest class today was Creative Writing (LHP453). I expected the lecturer would be a female lecturer named Dr Zarina binti Mustapha who used to teach my sister Creative writing too, but when I entered the class, I saw a male lecturer, so hesitantly I asked "Is this LHP453 class" with a blurry face in front of the other students. Ya, they were all seated, so I was late for class again, as usual. I chose at the seat at the back because there was barely any seat left for late comers. Next time, I should bear in mind that I should not be late for classes like this.

The male lecturer, whom I think looked like Indian, introduced himself as D09/003 which I mistakenly heard as "39003." I guess I have hearing problem. He introduced himself using his room number to let us be more curious to know him, in my opinion. Then he reveal to us something about the course, and said that this course is not all about writing short stories, he wanted us to do something like copywriting too. I was like, I heard of copywriting before, but what the heck really is copywriting? I mean, I only heard of it, but I am not sure what a copywriter really does. Call me ignorance or anything, I know I'm one. Then he asked if any of us has a blog. A senior whom I think is a Kenny Sia look-alike raised up his hand. Then after a while, the lecturer asked if there is any other person who keeps a blog besides the Kenny Sia look-alike. {I guess I should inspect what his name is or else I would be rude to call someone Kenny Sia look-alike in my blog and repeat it again and again.} I did not raise my hand. I felt self-conscious of my language standard here. Besides, the way I perceive myself in this blog is different from the way other people perceive me (I think lah~!)

Then he asked us to write a poem as our first task for the day, and we had to hand in the task right before the class ends. You know what I did? Automatically, what came to my mind when he mentioned the word 'poem' was the poem I wrote to my mother for Mothers' Day when I was 16 years old. Well, he didn't mention we had to think of a poem spontaneously right? He only mentioned we should not plagiarize other people's poem. So, I took out my pencil trying to recall back the poem I wrote to my mother ages ago. Oh, damn, I am so old now. I forgot how I was when I was 16. (-_-)

The poem goes like this.

Close to you is where I shall stay,
On a sunny nor a rainy day,
Because I know that you will pray,
Even when your hair turns gray,
For me and for our family,
You wish the best for eternity,
"Thank you Mom " then I will say,
On this beautiful Mothers' Day.

I guess I left some of the lines out because I think this poem actually was not as short as this when I wrote it to my mother, but the lecturer said we just need to produce a stanza of poem. So I guess this is sufficient enough for a stanza. (Comforting myself la katakan)..This poem has no ambiguity, it has no simbolic attribution. What you read is what you get. No conotation, just denotation.

Then after this class, I had a lecture at 11 am and man, the lecture halls were full of students because students from other schools also took up this course which is offered by the School of Humanity. Therefore, I shoud bear in mind that I should be more punctual for this lecture. I chose the tutorial from 10 to 11 am because I am too lazy to wake up early for the 9 am to 10 am class though most of my coursemates are in that class. Huhu~! Why I choose laziness over being with coursemates? I could not understand myself sometimes.

After all this chaotic moments, I finally get to rest and had a good lunch with my kind friend/former hostel mate named Lee Ying and we had our lunch at Shuang Xing. She moved to University Height. It was more convenient cause she and her housemates can cook on their own.

This semester, my courses was all about English because I just dropped the foreign language subject that I enrolled in. Hopefully I wont regret. Anyway, I can always take it during the next semester.

PS: Haiz, I have to attend a CUS meeting tonight and hope everything goes well as planned. Chao. Signing off.

Are You Ready......

to enter the new semester?

My honest answer would be NO..

I am not even sure how many courses to register because my major only offers two subjects (which means there's a total of only 8 unit for major paper for the semester).. I am not even sure if I do need to take the Children's Literature subject for my next semester as we (the English Language Studies students) think that it's only offered to those who's minoring in English Language Studies.

Please, please, holiday, lengthen yourself!!

I haven't even finish the task that I need to do for my club's recruitment next semester!!

[Interframe: thanks to my cousins' wireless line, my laptop can finally go online. Woo hoo~!!]

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.. ;)]