Sunday, 29 May 2011

A great many things.

at 12:36 1 comments

I remember back when i was in college, my English teacher made us promise to go and reach out, to mingle with other students, be it local students or other internationals. That's the reason we put you out there, she emphasized.

I have to say, after 4 years here ( tomorrow being my last week of school), it wasn't necessarily the easiest or rather a natural thing to do, given the various limitations we always put, as the largest group around. We tend to clump and agglutinate with each other not because we don't like mingling but more to comfort of being around people who understand, which spare us the time and energy to explain our culture to the rest of the population.

I live in the student hostels and my house mates, like me, were placed randomly by the hostel manager and from there, we're connected. Sharing bathrooms, kitchen was not easy at first, especially when you are craving for nasi lemak and knowing the fact that cooking sambal and frying the anchovies might not smell as mouth-watering to other people as it does to you.

But then again, we might be surprised, how something as innocent as air asam or pineapple tart can taste so appealing to other Portuguese whilst Nasi ayam to my crazy Slovakian house mates.

I guess, there's no harm in trying to reach out. As for me, I have it right here, next door. Would be foolish not to try isn't it?

post-exam treat- Pirates of d Caribbean
with Eva (motherly) chocking the Piglet.

Luscious Lemonade?

Annie n Andre- the-not-so-msian-food

Roasted Chicken with spicy2 thing, that counts, right? xD

eating rice with hand attempt


ok, don't tell me what you think.

martha steward wannabe (failed?).

Till then.

Friday, 27 May 2011

Clear title.

at 15:24 0 comments

Its funny everytime how we all love ourselves more than other people,
but care more about their opinion than our own.
Cut yourself; your mind-free of what people do or say
and what you've said or done
rejoice, in its perfect stillness.
spend time in tranquility, kindness and peace.
Lets practice even what seems impossible--.

Saturday, 21 May 2011

Behind the scene.

at 18:02 7 comments

Like any other love stories, mine too has sad airport scenes background. One scene is enough to weigh you down to bottomless pit, imagine repeating it 6 times.

Airport is listed as one of the most stressful place to be in. I have to agree half way. KLIA has witnessed both polarity end of my being.

One end is bearing a heavily-exceeding the normal-weight-heart in an almost-burst chest cavity with a teary-eyed as i glide down the escalator, knowing exactly that what's waiting ahead is a mixed of 9 very long lonely months before i could return home and a pepper pinch of will to rush one more lap around the sun.

The other end is busy impelling thousands volt of joules to rush straight out to the arrival hall; unable to tolerate another second of conveyor-belt delay.

Practice makes perfect they say. Well, in this case, it's nothing but a meaningless cliché. This is one situation in which no matter how many times I practice, I still can't learn to do it very well. The teary-eyed still teary. The heart weigh even more heavy.

We make a pact; me and him, that one far-away-day from here, when we both get to the point where our affections start to give way to familiarity and comfortability, or even when we stuck in a quarrel that might push us to the very limit, we promise to go back and sit on those plastic chairs in front of the departure hall, letting the scenes roll back in deep silent.

Summer is here.
Cinta, I'm coming home.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

He's baaaaack!!

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Oogway: My friend, the panda will never fulfill his destiny, nor you yours until you let go of the illusion of control.
Shifu: Illusion?
Oogway: Yes.
[points at peach tree]
Oogway: Look at this tree, Shifu: I cannot make it blossom when it suits me nor make it bear fruit before its time.
Shifu: But there are things we *can* control: I can control when the fruit will fall, I can control where to plant the seed: that is no illusion, Master!
Oogway: Ah, yes. But no matter what you do, that seed will grow to be a peach tree. You may wish for an apple or an orange, but you will get a peach.
Shifu: But a peach cannot defeat Tai Lung!
Oogway: Maybe it can, if you are willing to guide, to nurture it, to believe in it.
Shifu: But how? How? I need your help, master.
Oogway: No, you just need to believe. Promise me, Shifu, promise me you will believe.

"One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it."
Can't help but love it.

Saturday, 14 May 2011

A peek is a glimpse.

at 00:40 3 comments
I started off writing this, only known to some people that I'm really close to. My boyfriend included for i can't bear the thoughts of keeping any secrets from him. Back then, when I was resisting the idea of Facebook purely out of Invasion of Privacy concern.

I really don't know why I keen on writing even at times (or rather many many times) I've butchered English language like nobody's business. Yes, it wasn't perfect nor witty. A cocktail of inconsistent tenses, incoherent choices of verbs. Thank God the red line appear under the wrong-spelled word and just a a little right click saves the day. Ah, you've been here long enough to know what I mean.

I really don't know who's been reading my jots so far, I don't know if any of the things that I wrote makes any sense to you, being the third party. There are periods of times when I feel like I need to be heard even I don't vaguely know to whom I'm addressing. Not many, but thanks for dropping by once in a while to check up on me, see if I'm ok. My deepest most warmest virtual hugs to you.

This little window is where I found comfort in being bare on my feelings while mincing the indisplicable array of passing thoughts.

I hope they're worth telling.

Better still, please don't go, stay, will ya?

Friday, 13 May 2011

Coffee and company.

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Needless to say, Annie and her dad all the way from Taiwan charmed the evening. No feelings can ever overshadow the bond between a father and a daughter. It's a bit tricky, I would say. Hidden yet obvious in a plain sight. (yes, said the 24 years old who still cry no matter how many times she watched Finding Nemo =)
Just as i was longing for a sprinkle of good group laugh, God with His endless Mercy blessed me with one. I too, discovered a fresh and modern cafe that might just be my new hot-spot for the summer to come. Sipping a cup of coffee alone with a good book on the rooftop overlooking the town does sounds like a dainty and cozy idea to look forward to, right?

Never cut a tree down in the wintertime.
Never make a negative decision in the low time.

Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.
Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
Robert H. Schuller

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Too much to ask?

at 19:27 2 comments


It can be both a bless and a curse.

At times when I'm at my wits end, loneliness tends to bite me when I least expected.
Things that i used to look forward to is nothing but a plain bore.
The stuffs around my room that i used to adore, stand profoundly on the shelves, mocking me.
Interesting things on you tube drive me sick.

At times like that, there's nothing more that i longed for than a simple innocent company.
Or even a slap- from a hand that loves me.
I longed for a deeper, self-soothing conversation over a cup of coffee from a recently-boiled kettle.
I longed for multiple series of a group laugh that doesn't involve other people's affair.
I longed for an acute comfort like a shot of strong opioid to an agonizing pain.

You see, I'm a very greedy and ungrateful person.
I get to the place I've been dreaming of every so often but all I want, is more.

I have to admit, it takes time for me to break that glossy superficiality to get me to be part of that deeper conversation.
Very few had a patient linger around, to wait.

Solitude. It can be both a bless and a curse.

Perhaps, this solitude unintentionally makes me value the right ones when they come along. However rarely.
Perhaps, it's another way to learn gratitude-to recognize what I have and take it as it is.
Perhaps, God's have a bunch of love waiting for me back home,He just decided I need it less now.
Perhaps, it's the right time to be alone and look for happiness within, instead of being surrounded but being forever and helplessly at lost.

It can be both a bless and a curse.


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