Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Way You Are

as soon as the words swam its way into my ears, i felt like leaving school.

"today's my last day. just so you all know"

i have been spending my whole upper secondary life on her subject. my whole SPM target was mainly to score an A for this. at least for this. I knew if such teacher would be by my side, guiding us the way she did until the end, I was sure I'd score like I never did.

It was so sudden.

I hadn't time to prepare for her farewell. I wanted to write her a card, thanking her for all she did. We used to complain about how she'd repeat her words in class, how she frequently asked if we were okay. Sometimes she'd come up personally and tell me to study harder. Not alot of teachers do that. The others would just read from the book and simply testify us as "Good and hardworking student. Has potential.

But she, is different. She teaches from her heart. Shes always worried about our homework. The way other teachers seldom do. She pushes us in a way where I dont feel threatened by her advises. I felt her sincerity and I wanted to make her dreams come true. I wanted her to feel happy teaching us. Sadly, her dreams weren't exactly as i imagined. Her one and only dream was to teach STPM candidates and because of the government hungers for her so much, she decided to leave. So suddenly. There really wasn't any prior notice or such.

She went to the Korea Youth Exchange Programme with me last year. I am grateful she did. Because that's where I got to see the other side of her. The side of which she never dared to show during school hours. She wasn't the usual discipline strict person she was. Instead, she turned into someone who wanted to dive into our lives. There wasn't any curfew or boundaries.

I'm sorry I didn't wait for her outside the ladies when she requested me to in the airport. I was distracted by some sausage stall a few shop lots away and just had to run over to buy some before the plane took off for KL. She came out pouting like a 19 year old friend.

"Yer so bad. Didnt wait for me"

Im sorry I said that she looked like the ape figure in the antique shop. I thought she was trying to insult me in the beginning when she said "Doesn't this monkey look like you". In return I said the same thing back to her in a serious manner, the way she really thought thats what I really think. But no, I was just playing along.

I think she still thinks I think she looks like a monkey.

Im sorry I told her she was weird when she commented on the cute Malaysian leaf woven balls.

I was always eager to know my examination marks and always texted her to get her to leak on me. She would sometimes message when I don't attend school. She'd ask if I was okay and remind me endlessly to read up on this and that because she covered them up in class when I wasn't around.

I don't feel like having another teacher to replace her. I always felt the urgency to attend her classes on time. I never wanted to skip her lessons. I wanted to stay awake and have my ears open to what she has to say. I guess I'll never have another Economic teacher like her.I wanted to hug her before she left today. But I didn't. Why didn't I write the card, anyways?

I don't think I'm going to like Economics as much as I do anymore.

Thanks, Ms Felicia.

The one who thought great Phys.Ed and the best Economic teacher one can ever get.

For believing I could ace in your subject.

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Lu Apa Name?

I was half asleep.

I missed the first lift as I was walking really slowly and had to wait for it to come down.

Since only one elevator was working and it was at the 23rd floor, I decided to just give myself a little more eye shutting before it came down. Two Indian men who looked as if they were in a rush kept hitting on the UP button, in hope that the elevator would speed down 0.24 seconds faster. I looked at them, trying to translate their conversation. Why is that Malaysians are given a chance to practice Malay and English but not Tamil?

The elevator was finally here after being in halt at a few floors for at least 5 minutes each. The doors opened to nothing though. I dragged myself in the cube, leaning on the walls, trying to at least borrow some strength from it. The shutters were about to close when we heard someone yelling to us to wait up. As I was too draggy to move, one of the two Indian men quickly slipped his hand in between the doors to stop it from closing up. I widened my eyes a little, in shock of his reflex. A Chinese man in white who had a black briefcase in hand came running into sight and gave us a gesture of appreciation by nodding his head lightly.

I scanned the buttons in the lift to check if I was the first to make exit. So it is. I closed my eyes again but before I was able to do so, the doors opened. I was about to lift myself up until I noticed we were only two levels up. Two Malay women, both in baju kurungs, smiled their way in. One of them had about three to four Carrefour bags in hand, while the other was busy texting. Both looked like they were in their late 30s. They spoke in a language I could understand. I gave myself a little pat in the heart and continued my rest.

I was still the first to go.

But before I did, I came to realize that this lift was very colorful. Colorful of races. Two from each main race in Malaysia. They're here gathered in one small space. Though conversations were not able to take place within the minute, I felt the happiness to be in Malaysia. To be a Malaysian.

I kept thinking about it even after I walked in my door. It was nothing special. But it felt special. I was so brought away with it I opened the refrigerator to throw my dirty socks in it - for laundry. I was lucky my senses smacked myself in the head fast enough. I retrieved them and put them back to where it belonged - the washing machine.


My blog is so bubblegum. Damn.

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Monday, March 26, 2007

Tagged

PART 1: ON THE OUTSIDE

Name : Natalie Chai
Date of birth : 22nd November 1990
Current status :
Eye colour : Dark Brown
Hair Colour : Dark Brown
Righty or lefty : Righty
Zodiac sign : Its complicated

PART 2: ON THE INSIDE

Your heritage : Chinese
Your fear : Insects
Your weakness : Food
Your perfect pizza : Extra cheese, beef pepperoni, bacon, ham, chicken cubes, crispy crust.

PART 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW

Your thoughts first waking up : "Please let me sleep. Just one minute."
Tomorrow : Do I have history lessons tomorrow?
Your bedtime : After twelve
Your most missed memory :

PART 4: YOUR PICK

Pepsi or coke : Coke
McD or burger king : Burger King. but McD's alot more convenient.
Adidas or nike : Adidas
Lipton tea or nestea : None.
Chocolate or vanilla : Chocolate
Cappucino or coffee : Coffee

PART 5: DO YOU...

Smoke : No
Curse : No

PART 6: IN THE PAST MONTH

Drank alcohol : Special occasions.
Gone to the mall : Yes
Been on stage : Yes. My first one for a kindergarten performance as a sunflower.
Eaten sushi : I dont like it
Dyed your hair: No.

PART 7: WHAT WERE YOU DOING..

1 minute ago : Reading a text
1 hour ago : Youtube.
4 1/2 hours ago : Trying to figure out some routine.
1 month ago :
1 year ago :

PART 8: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love : waking and sleeping to good food.
I feel : like having cheese
I hate : people who jump to conclusions or use the term 'depressed' casually.
I hide : my money wth
I miss :
I need : to start sleeping earlier

PART 9: TAG 5 PEOPLE

#1:
#2:
#3:
#4:
#5:

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Friday, March 23, 2007

Junking In

the computer and cellphone decided to die on me. Hence, making my life a little bit more plain. now that the computer is back, im becoming suspicious of my Chocolate. which has been gone for almost two weeks now and there hasn't been any return call or of such blah from the dealer.

and since there hasn't been anything blog worthy, maybe you'd like to bother to come back somewhere this Saturday for picture from the International Food Fiesta. We'll be having food from various countries, don't forget games too. The 'Haunted House', Throw & Fall (if that's what u call it) just to name a few. We even have Play Station 2 and that Dance Revolution thing.

I wasn't there are the event last year due to Cheer 2007 and am happy that I'll be able to eat walalahs. We're going to have more than 35 stalls so I'm sure everyone would definitely love to get chunked and fat right.

Speaking of eating, I have been eating extraordinarily. To the extend where I think be able to think of burgers when I look at chess players. I actually bother to rise from bed a few minutes earlier to have some ramen for breakfast. I mean, I dont usually take early breakfast. Whats the occasion.

Eating is good.

It makes you happy.

>:O


I heard they're going to have cheese wedges. yum.

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Saturday Night

Umizaru 2.

I am happy!

The movie's alot better than the drama i think?

Oh and I got my earphone.

Stationaries next on cue.

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Whoever Created 'Why' Must Be Blessed.

I have done alot of things the way other people want it. Its not that I never thought of my own decisions but sometimes I step further and ask, if my own decision is really rational and mature enough? Therefore, I never plucked enough courage to do big things the way I wanted and always seek for further advise from seniors or family members.

I have been talking to my thoughts alot for the past few years. It's as if someone planted a capsule in me, sucking away whatever that was loud thats left in me. When somebody does this or that, I ask myself why.

I see a couple arguing, pushing the box of fresh caramel of popcorn into each others arms in front of the cinema. Each time such arguments occur in front of me, I feel a familiar reminiscence swimming desperately to me. Its as if a personal story told by a girlfriend comes to life, its as if all the arguments in TV dramas actually do happen so often. These two are not acquainted to me in any way, but why do I feel so sorry and concerned? I ask myself why. Why didn't they want to get hold of the box of popcorn? Are they arguing about the choice of the movie? Why must they argue in public? Why are they doing this to each other? How is this going to benefit both of them? Are they going to pull a third party into their argument? Is this necessary?

Things come and go in life. But the question 'why', it has been lingering around my playground of thoughts for such a long time. too long. Why? As much as I annoy myself with the over pouring whys in life, I appreciate the fact that this habit has brought me far, and farther into the world.

As long as I'm unhappy, I seek for nobody but myself. I am my best friend. I write letters, poems, songs. I went through a phase in life where I was really unhappy because I thought I had no friends, so I wrote alot of poems. I still write poems now but I think the amount of whys that strike by each day is enough to feel up my free time to think of the state of my life. I make myself a better person by debating within both devil and angel in me.

I do not seek advices from friends. I talk to them about things I'm unhappy about, rarely, but I do. Family, boyfriends, homework, PMS. They have too much of those to deal with. I was never good in speaking because each time as I speak, my mind races with time and tries to keep up with anything that goes through my lips. Each time I speak, I try to make the person I'm speaking to a better one. But why is that, that each time I begin talking, I tend to hurt their feelings? Is it because I cannot keep up with my own words, therefore people start misunderstanding my speech?

I go through times where I try to tell some friends how bad her attitude has become, and somehow, I never get to convey the right message? Instead, I just give up and leave my means hanging in the air, leaving her so much more confused than before that she decides to simply assume my words even before I finish them?

Or is it that I stop halfway because I find myself talking in such a meaningless way, or because I know she'd get really hurt because of some facts she never wanted to face? Behind their backs, I keep asking myself the reason of the becomings and problems. But why is that when they come right before me, I can never do anything to tell them?

You know, I cannot remember anything that I have done that I have regretted big time. Maybe its because I'm just lucky. Maybe the amount of whys has led me through this path. Because without question like whys, there'd be so many fullstops in life. You cannot do things in a big measure because you simply have no reason to. But when 'why' exists, you happen to take things along and venture into the future with a reason. A blessing. An excuse. An idea. A friend. A question along the path. Full of questions. All just with a single 'why'.

The single term 'why', that leads to no end.

That leads to no fullstops.

That leads to confusion that makes you stand there and think of the past. 'What if' 'Why didn't he' 'Why did we'. And when you are done thinking of it, you pack your bags and linger further into another blanket of whys that should by now quadruplet by numbers.

The 'why' that has always been my only guide to mature by myself. I do not have elder siblings to teach me whatever thats there in the world that I need to know.I have not learnt everything, and there really are so many more things that I don't know. And I know I wouldn't have discovered what I have without that special anonymous or something who/that planted that capsule in me.

The why that found me my best friend. My best sand bag. My best listener.


Myself.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Weather's Bad. Really Bad.

I had the worst lasagna. They served spaghetti's sauce with cheese melts that didn't taste like cheese. Minced meat was so drowned in bloody red tomato sauce. I felt like I was drinking the dish.

Anyways, I read on the Star the other day about Yasmin Ahmad's latest movie! (I love her movies!) Its called Mukhsin and its a part of the whole Sepet, Gubra story. Mukhsin talks about Orked's first love when she was younger and explains to the audience on her behavior and what made her what she is today (Sepet/Gubra).

The best part?

The young lead actress is Syarifah Amani's (Orked in Sepet/Gubra) sister in reality and they look really alike. It makes the whole story feel so homey and I dont know why am i talking like I've watched Mukshin wth. But I know I am going to love it.

Speaking of it, I haven't even watched Gubra. I raided all the DVD lots over at Sungei Wang months and months ago and asked for Goo.Bra only to be answered with a "meh lei geh" (whats that". I felt really good doing it though. I like to shop if I know what I want to get.

I think Im going to get the original dvds home.

I must add Sepet, Gubra, and Mukhsin (still showing in cinemas!) into my shopping list.

I'm so happy.

Its a family! ;D

I love Yasmin.


(eh, I heard Syarifah Amani's award for Best Leading Actress was confiscated right after she stepped off stage just because she said "I'm so happy I won this award even though I don't speak Malay well")

I hope its not true. She's the flavor to Malaysia's filming industry.

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Kimchi Ga Moggeo Shippeo Yo? (Do you want some Kimchi)

back from kimchi party. brought back alot of memories when I was in Corea for the Youth Exchange Program. In fact, I got to start making them from "scratch"! (After the lecturers did the washing and cutting, that is).

Great fun, bad mess.

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Friday, March 09, 2007

How Much Is It?

CD markers
I have so many untagged CD's lying around in the room now that I don't know which's which. I pledged to myself few months ago, saying that I should settle down from nothing and get myself stationary shopping. I dont know what's taking me this long. Anyhow, whats the use of purchasing them if i keep losing them? But thats no excuse. I still have to get my CD marker.

Pilot Gel Ink Pen
This is the best best best ever pen that I have by far used. Until you drop it, that is. That's when the pen transforms into the bitchiest stationary you've ever come by because the fluid gets stuck at the tip and therefore you'd have to throw it away no matter if you have only used it for 5 minutes.

Ball Pens
The wonderful side of ball pens. They dont get smudged all over the paper, or give you unnescarry unnecessary hand painting. The ink doesnt creep into your uniform whenever you dose off in class and happen to position the tip of the pen near it. You get bigger handwriting so that the teacher wouldn't complain of the size of your scribblings. I must must must get this.


Headsets
Dont bother reminding me about it. My previous one went kapoot again and I'm currently using my cellphone's headset. I must get a proper media player headset because I'm beginning to feel sorry for my phoneset because its getting so, so, so dirty! Stained by the ink that runs like madcows in my pencil case. I keep forgetting to cap my pens. Damn. That must be where all the ink went. I tried cleaning the stains off with nail polish (?) but it doesnt run off. Poor LG. Id never get away with it. It turned from an Ipod piano white to this milky white with blue Pilot gel inks all randomly playing along the earphones.

Instant Noodles
the house has finally ran out of the most convenient tummy fillers ever invented. Cups or packets, they're all gone. I have this Japanese Udon instant cup noodle in the cupboard but its a souvenier from the students I hosted from Japan. I will not eat it. I shall not eat it. I can not ever eat it.

Or maybe I could.

When Im really really really hungry.

:Þ

Toblerone : Honey Almond Nougats
the kind of chocolate i'd bother to look for. maybe its just the honey nougats ive always been looking forward to. rocks big time. im not really a chocolatey person as im not a fan of sugar but this is really good. ferrero's nice too, just too much nuts. I dont like nuts.

plewgh. maybe that why im not fast.

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Survey

What were you doing an hour ago?
I think I was taking a shower. If thats not it, I must be sitting down right in front of this screen looking for surveys to complete. And I have succeeded.

Whats the one word to describe you?
Weird.

How many close friends do you have?
I would say they don't go beyond 5 fingers. Well, this is a 'close friend' question right? Nothing to do with the best. I can't give you an exact number because I have lost track on who's close and who's not.

Do you cry alot?
I don't. There are alot of things not worthy of my fluid. Or maybe you can say I have a very good immune system.

Do you like being by yourself?
Who am I?

Do you like to sniff markers?
This reminds me, I like the smell of fresh paint, marker pens and thinner. They work through your senses like ZAP. Its like better than Vicks. But anyway, yes!

Do you like taking pictures?
Yes. But despite the excessive pictures of myself, I'd say that taking pictures of random happenings, this and that's or people will be my first choice. No, not self portraits.

Are you pale?
Man, why doesn't the questions expand their wants! Okay, I think I look pale. I don't know the truth. Someone can come forward and tell me if they think I have the most refreshing face ever. Ruff.

Do you like kids?
Yes but not in general. I don't like kids who go around running in restaurants holding their Ultraman figures trying to disturb families who are trying to eat in peace.

Do you like thunderstorms?
Sometimes. The thunder rolls has this refreshing feeling to it. Only sometimes. Its like, the weather's trying to chase all the bad stuff away. I'd choose to see lightning than than to hear thunderstorms though.

Okay wait. I just got the question.

No I dont like thunderstorms.

And I shall not go through all the hassle and 'backspace' the craps.

Do you think you will be married by the time your 18?
Next 2 years? Gee thats pretty fast. I think I'd choose late 20's - early 30's. A female has alot of future in store for her, you know. Haha.

Are you weird?
As told above. I laugh alot watching television alone, remember? No matter how many times I try convincing myself that its okay because other people do it to, I still think its going to contribute as a reason why I think I'm weird.

Do you know how to spell?
I used to spell tongue as 'thung' and teachers who checks my essays would feel so angry. They keep correcting me but I never bothered to change. 'Thung' was my favorite word back then and no matter what I always must have it in each and every one of my essays. I forgot what made me remember the correct spelling. But I kept telling myself tongue - thung-gweh (ton.gue). I cannot spell nesecarry necessary

Do you think your smart?
I like this question. Yes sometimes I think I'm very smart. But when I don't feel smart, I still pretend to be smart. Thats what makes me so smart wth pleasedontlaughatme.

Are you annoyed easily?
Only with people who don't bother to help themselves and keep complaining, sighing and whining about what they have lost because of their own wrong doings.

Are you conceited?
When it comes to food, yes. I'm so sorry you have to make space for me. But I wonder why I bother queuing up for food in the cafeteria in school. Damn.

Do you like to dance?
Not in public or with people I'm not close with. So much for being a cheerleader. First thing, I don't rock all that well dancing. I'd do okay if its some performance or something alike. But social dancing doesn't make me feel at home.

What do you think is so fun about Friendster?
The joy and smiles you give yourself when you see people copy and pasting forwarded animated messages as testimonials. Really. You feel as if its a 'forwarded messaging' community.

What is your favourite movie?
By far, I have alot of favorites. I cant really tell you which. But I really like the Mulan range of movies. They're quite good with a few very good soundtracks. Yummy.

Do you like taking surveys?
I think I have been bolding, taking away index numbers and pushing 'Enter' more than answering. Its getting bored.

Do you get bored easily?
O_o I just mentioned about being bored.

Yes I do get bored easily but I don't feel that feelings boring is boring. Its quite fun at times. When you are bored you can observe your surroundings and might even be able to get a little few life motivations. Just be being bored.

What kind of tv shows do you like?
I dont normally watch television programs.

Would you ever dance naked in the rain?
No. I used to love rain alot. I always prayed that it rained so that I can challenge myself against it or play with it. I dont anymore. I bring an umbrella with me now.

Have you ever snuck out of your house?
I understand the meaning of 'consequences'.

Are you a messy person?
I am, when it comes to my own things. But when I'm at other places, I'm alot neater than alot of people.

Do you lose things easily?
I used to be alot more clumsy than I am now. I think that's and improvement, no? But I guess at the end the answer still comes to 'Yes'.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?
They all have at least 2 kids. No.

Where do you want to live one day?
I really do like Malaysia. Its just certain issues that sometimes make you feel like migrating.

Do you like talking on the phone?
More than texting. But it all depends on who it really is. I cannot communicate on the phone with people whom I normally talk to through text and vice versa.

Do you laugh at jokes just to be nice?
Frequently. Some people really qualify to take the 'Lamest Joker' award away from me.

Are you a clean freak?
As answered. When Im not at home. But I'm not a freak.

Okay. Im not.

Do you like church?
I want to witness church weddings. But since it doesn't answer the question, I'd change it to 'I'd like to go in one someday'.

Do you drink?
It depends on the company.

Do you smoke cigarettes?
No.

What's your favorite class(es)?
I don't usually take favorites but I'd choose Economy because its the only lesson when my ears are idle. English is fun, sometimes. Other than that, its more to home study.

Do you hate someone?
No. Girls forgive but do not forget. Or was it the other way round? Oh well, I forgive but I don't forget. I'm mean. *extracts dracularic fangs.

If you do hate someone, why?
If I were to hate somebody, it would only be because of an extreme sudden change of attitude that causes countless havoc.

Do you like to fight or argue?
I dont think neither both comes to use. Its just the emotions that controls whatever you do.

Do you lie alot?
I make alot of white lies.

If you do lie alot why?
To make someone's day better but it normally only happens when I'm sure the white lie wouldn't affect his/her life with a negative impact.

If you were the opposite sex would you date yourself?
I would choose not to. I'm a hard person, literally hard. I laze around too much.

Do you sometimes cry for no reason?
No. I laugh for no reasons.

Do you sometimes laugh for no reason?
I can sign up for prediction course.

Yes, by the way.

Do you like the clothes you wear?
I sometimes get really bored with my dressing, plainly because I have no sense of creativity doing it. But I don't bother to get new ones so I might as well shut up.

Do you think you were an ugly baby?
**screams. I was a pink baby very frequently! But quite cute what.

What are you doing right now?
Blaming myself for taking up this survey because it ate 60 minutes away from my graceful sleep. How many questions were there, exactly? My last index, 55. But 55 questions can be such a robber meh? I thought some of you did 99!

O_o


I completed this survey say, 5 days ago? Had to put Lee Hom first :D

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Monday, March 05, 2007

Lee Hom Heroes Of Earth 2007 @ KL

fwah

damn good looking, can?

Although my seat was quite far away and wasn't as near as I expected it to be, I kept having bubble thoughts floating above my head thinking if he looks this good at such distance, nobody should be able to believe his presence when he's right in front of your face.

We arrived the stadium around 5.30pm to get really good seats because according to the seating plan, its going to be right behind the 300 ringgit area. While we were on the way to Bukit Jalil, I was thinking to myself "Everybody's going to stay at home and have their Chap Goh Mei dinner okay, nobody's going to queue up this early! Concert starts at 8.00"

The 153 Ringgit seating entrance welcomed my arrival but that was not where Im supposed to go so I asked this Celcom promoter the directions to the entrance for my ticket and he directed me to go straight. So I walked and walked and walked slowly at the beginning with a little bit of jogging and wasted my time searching for the entrance, but the further I walked things didn't seem right. I was quite pissed and was thinking to myself "This guy better not be kidding!". I doubled my pace because I believe that a minute could cost me to move like two rows of seats behind.

I walked and walked and jogged and jogged.

I finally decided to forget about the possibility of people laughing at my speed of running and ran for my life just to be 2 rows nearer to Lee Hom.
Damn sacrifice.

I found it. I think I took say, 10 minutes to finally find the entrance because it turned out to be RIGHT behind of the said Celcom stand and since he directed me to go straight, I toured the whole diameter of the whole stadium.

But no, since Lee Hom was having his rehearsal practices and I could hear him singing LIVE even before the concert, I told myself. Let's just think of whats going to happen. Things will go fine. Things will become better. I found the entrance. I should just quickly shove into the big crowd who were already queuing and wait for my turn to have the ticket ripped.

Whats going to turn bad, right?



RAIN rain go away come again another day can?!

But the rain contributed a bit to my evil plan to shove in with the group because everybody was busy searching for umbrella's or some (maybe) ran away for shelter so the whole queue had like people pushing us further deep and nearer to the gates. But pluses for rain stops there. Quite stuffy under all the umbrella's with no fresh air and everyone smelling like raw tuna fishes. Then got alot of stories behind the scene. Not alot actually but there was this part when this man noticed that we "suddenly" popped behind him so he made havoc.

I think we waited at least 45 minutes under the stuffiness with the crowd and my continuous fear of having someone pickpocket me wth. Who want to steal my Anne Frank novel right. Or maybe my notebook full of notes from course. Sigh, of all thoughts. *bangs head on table

We got in and I was really mmpftted because the nearest seats were already taken! This couldn't be. There were barely 50 who went in before me and now how come turn to like 250 in a split second. Must be the food stalls. But then again, I ran to the entrance (II) what. And got very mmpftted again because Ginny overtook me. Very sien okay always run with people overtaking me. I think I shall go run with my little cousin brother who's 7.

I shall not complain anymore because I begun to realize that the longer I had myself glued to the chair, the luckier I felt I was. Thousands more were looking for seats after us and they had to be like 1098 KM away from the stage. Or at least away from Lee Hom.


The concert itself was really applaudable. I wouldn't call it my best concert but if only we were nearer, I think it should be. His performance wasn't boring at all maybe mainly because I could sing along to majority of his songs. Oh and for those who read my Michael Guang Liang's concert review, I stand corrected. I thought Guang Liang's concert should have been the only concert where everyone sings along but at Lee Hom's, you hear magic. Its like some orchestra performed only by one person but yet you can feel the whole audience's energy. But quite obvious ratio of female and male is like 1:3 because when their voices came together as one, damn high pitch one okay.

His entrance wasn't grand enough though. But I loved the overall performance. About his guest star, JJ Lin, nothing much right there but very clean voice. Speaking of voice, Lee Hom lost his voice quite a number of times and it was quite obvious. I thought it was only me but I heard this girl talking about it after the concert ended. My favorite part should be when they were both singing "That's What Friends Are For". That song's really nice and both their voices sat on the notes perfectly.




We wanted to sit where the pink cap person is! But fully taken. Sigh.

All safe from the rain. and sweaty.


After rain,havoc,sweat,tuna fish scent and still smiley?

Can see like hardcore sweat! Or maybe not =="



She think its cute. I think its not. This angle is not Natalie-pretty.





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Saturday, March 03, 2007

Saturday Morning. Air Conditioner Fixed.

It was Sam's 17th birthday party over at Aloha. Nothing much about it because she was busy entertaining all her guests and we hadn't much worth-posty conversations. Except the fact that I gave her a really big surprise which I thought she had already saw through earlier. You see, I was telling her how bad I felt because I wasn't able to make it and to further prove my claim I had my mom send over a message saying that I would not be able to attend because my grandmother (!) wants me to be at a wedding dinner.

Naw, my granny wouldn't dooo thattt. Ok maybe its lame but I think its quite funny alright.














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Thursday, March 01, 2007

A Good Friend? RM 1908.78. A Lasting Friend? Priceless.

Is it really how it is?

Are friendships really taken this lightly? All for such a small thing that wasn't even worth arguing about. I dont like apologising. I seldom do. If any of you start thinking that maybe I'm just egoistic, its not. I apologise when I know that Im in the wrong. I dont merely apologise just to make everything go away and pretend that nothing was there. It stays like that.

Then again, I do not need you to ask for forgiveness because you weren't in the wrong too. Maybe thats just how we normally communicate, by not talking. But now it seems that whatever that used to be what our usual conversations are like, is finally getting into your nerves. For something worth, nothing.

I dont like making things this complicated. Its just that if you aren't going to make things go further, i regret that a friendship of 11 years has to go away. Its funny how I say 11. Our bond isn't really what a frienship of 11 years should be like. You seem like a friend whom I have just got to know last year.

Its funny how I am blogging about this. This whole thing doesn't matter to me at all. I just can not make myself believe this childish not-talking-to-each-other thing is happening. I did my part, trying to patch things up. I wouldn't say I dont have the responsibility to because I am a part of this friendship. But why? How come instead of letting it go of your chest, you decide not to even bother whatever anyone says? Why are you so stubborn?

You have been a fun friend.

But if you want to stay like that. It shall. Because I never apologise when I dont mean it.

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Sometimes it makes you wonder, does the past really matter? Or is it just a plain excuse to keep yourself full of what you want? It doesn't matter even if you say 'i was just trying to keep he/she from getting insulted'. Its just not how it is.

Friendships are not supposed to be like that. Dont you just get it? Even if you actually did invite whoever you 'didnt want to hurt' to whatever occasion there was where the whole world is invited, are you sure she'd want to go? Dont you think she knows the consequences?

Maybe you should just go up to her and tell her about how you cannot invite her to your glamour party? And not invite all her close friends and let them come to her, driving her nuts just plainly because you forgot 'didnt want her to get hurt'.

How?

She is alot more aware than you are. Really. Think, you were once a close friend of hers and even if both of you aren't as close anymore, dont you think she'd come to finally know about it. And finally not even daring to utter a word about it no matter how hard she planned to make you know that she knows about the whole 'event' where people from every corner of the world went except her?

Its not that she didn't bother.

But weren't you the one whole told her that whats past is gone and nothing can stop you from doing whatever you want?

Now whats the big fuss about wondering if she'll get upset if she does go to your little open house.

You should know, really well, that she would definitely choose not to go.

Because she still has dignity.

Next time, do bother to at least tell them about whats going to happen and not let them find out from other people. Do bother to ask them even if you know that they would not be able to attend.

Even you, wouldn't feel good.

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