Chronicles of life

Thanks Gaya, for checking my result for me.

Dint expect to get 4 flat, coz ‘we’ werent studying at all last sem. Will miss u guys, Gaya, Mol,JC and of course Anba so much. You guys has got to be the coolest housmate ever. Who could figure what craze we do, spending weeks and days before the exam watching movies and going places. Crazy but fun. Anba, thanks for being my delivery gal.. Sad that we cant get to stay together this sem….also our second last sem…wonder if our new housemates/roomates will be as sporting and as fun as us. Definitely no psycho will wanna watch movie like we did the nite before exam. Dont think i could practise that crazy antic no more. Call me anything but i have decided to sign up for an extra subject, which makes the total 7…and i have also decided to sign up for a part-time Diploma course in translation. "mummy" adviced me to reconsider, as by doin that i would have to cramp everything into four months. I dunno, i just hope to accomplish my goals faster…tired of being a student. Can’t wait to venture into the working world..imagine how it’s like to be lecturing in KDU than attending a boring lecture in class….Anyway, kudos to u guys who did well too..especially Molly, Sasha, Gaya etc. DUn worry guys, hang on there, only two more bloody sems to go…then off we fly!

The problem with direct translation - gives a totally different meaning to the original word.
I was out with Er, checking out some of the stuff in Kenyalang, or hunting for a "star" to be featured in our product review. Something caught Er’s attention - NV Facial Foam, a product from China (so the medium of instruction’s mostly in mandarin, only a few here and there english words)

If you read the chinese wordings, it doesnt differ much from the descriptions of other normal facial foams. Except, the english translation! The facial foam was meant for blackheads and to reduce skin irritaiton. But the translation wrote : TO REMOVE HORNINESS

Ouch!

This is another funny one, "ABC Hair Saloon" is it saloon /selun/ or salon /salon/? Hehe…

"Love is all about: The-prince-marrying-the-princess-and-they-lived-happily-ever-after."

When i was little, my perception of "love" was such and it would always revolve around fairy tales and fables. Yeah, Snow white, sleeping beauty, Cinderella…bla bla bla.

As i grew older, i have a different view of love : Love was that impulse that send your cheeks blushing and your hearts pumping each time that special person is around; love is also about holding hands and kissing. So, i thought. How naive huh?

I never really knew what love is till i met my sweetheart. We misconstrued the real meaning of love before we found each other. We thought we were in love with our exs - what we thought was love wasn’t love at all and we were confused. We found not only love from each other, but true love for the first time.

What love is? As our fav. clichee goes: "Love is like the wind, you’ll never know when it comes and when it goes, you can only feel it."

So does that mean that love is something abstract? But if love is abstract, then who could explain my sweetheart’s existence? Er, let’s argue about this. Shall we juxtapose love in the perspectives of the 2 extremes : Science and art. The problem always before a rustic philosopher is to try to see what leads human beings to love. Is it science or art?Is it fate and destiny? Is it impersonal or mysterious? The debate is inevitable…

Whatever it is, we can’t view love as a feeling between men and women per se.  Love is also the feeling we have for other subjects (i.e. Family and friends), and objects (i.e. possessions etc), as well as fields and disciplines (i.e.astronomy, cooking etc)

You see, the discussion about love is open - ended. Similarly, the perception on love is so subjective that none is ever so right or wrong.

The symbol of love, again, varies and differs individually. To some, love is symbolic to Romeo and Juliet, (next to Lord Krishna and Radha), love is also symbolic to the wind, the star, diamond and the most luxurious symbol of love is Taj Mahal. You can tell from the name it’s priceless:

Mahal  =  expensive; take away (l), you have Maha which means great or supreme.

Of course, many would be mesmerized by its splendour- Love that was so greatly and preciously portrayed  through the concrete canvas. Who could see the flaws??I too, love the wonderful Taj Mahal, but if there’s a lotus pond by it, my affection will sure to divert. Why lotus over Taj Mahal?

The reasons to my affection are metaphoric - somewhat beyond what eyes can behold of this two supreme art:

Since the beginning of time, lotus has been a significant allegory in Hinduism and Buddhism. We read about lotus blooming from the foot steps of baby Buddha and how Aryavalo’s lost arms were regenerated from lotus. It is symbolic to supreme peace, enlightenment and the concept of ‘rebirth’.

Our love is a result of enlightenment; our love resulted the enlightenment - - -

(before knowing each other) We were lost and had no direction in life. Obviously, we had taken the wrong path that was leading us to no where. We walked, and we walked on for years on this cul-de-sac. We gradually started to develop conscience and conscious of our mistakes. We wanted to stop, we were exhausted. Therefore, we stopped, and then we took a new path. Once again, like a boat in the vast ocean, we aimlessly continued our journey.

11th June 2003, our paths crossed. Since then, we weren’t walking alone anymore, and found what we’ve been looking for - true love, an enlightenment indeed. - - -

He left the path(s) he used to take, never wanted to look back again. He wanted peace from the life he used to live - the loud places, the sticks and the bottles…He wanted to settle down finally, for our love.

Our love grew stronger and the forte was built by all the obstacles and troubles faced along the journey. Like any other lovers, our love was also being put to test. In my recollections, he has never done anything sorry to me or (directly) made me cry. It had always been the external factors of his side - the ET AL and the eX-file, and of my side - my family and my friends.

Obstacles fuelled our faith and grew our love…Our love will never age, as it’s going through a series of ‘rebirth’. We wake up everyday to find ourselves falling in love with each other all over again, just like the birth of our love when we first fall in love. No matter how rocky and muddy the road ahead is, we pledged to walk hand in hand, inseparable, through this journey of life. Just like the lotus, surviving and living in the toughest living condition. Though it’s the dirtiest and most unfavourable place, it still lives on and blossoms beautifully.

Give me Taj Mahal, give me Queen Sheba’s (Balqis) palace, i want not! Those, though luxurious and beautiful, it’s only momentary. One day, the earth will hide this luxury.And one day, the lotus will find itself growing on (above) Taj Mahal, and it will blossom, perpetually…

I love provoking my sweetheart but eventually, i’m the one ended up provoked by his "unprovokable" cool patience. Perhaps it’s a blessing to have such a loving and patient bf..and i;m grateful every second for that. People often say that the opposite attracts. Ironic huh? Maybe there’s some degree of truth within that hypothesis  -  Yes, i am a petite girl with an enormous temper and he, the big gummy bear with a minute temper. Wonder what’d it be like if he’s no Mr Gummy but Mr. Grumpy? Hmm, imagination alone aint gonna kill the curiosity. Therefore, i launched several "provocative V.I.C.I.O.U.S attempts" to attack his "Fort de Patience".

Attempt 1: Verbal assaults

Assigning him funny nicknames - Gummy bear and Pumpkin could irritate him, i thought. But he got so attached to the nicknames, he claimed them.

Teasing him and scolding him aint making any sense to even raise his brows. I was enthusiastically equipped for an argument and how i hate it when he would just spoil the whole fun by hugging me and say I LOVE U.

Attempt 2: Inflicting Pain

Poke him, pinch him, punch his belly, pull his hair, slap his butt….wouldn’t move a notch from where he is. He would just hafta show me his "beary pitiful’ face and say: " Fainful la honey…" (he cant pronounce the /p/ sound prominently, thus it sounded like /f/)

Attempt 3: Calling him by any other name

He doesn’t like me calling him by his name, he feels it’s too distant and "not - loving". Still, i love calling him "Frank" coz it sounds cute (cute = ugly but adorable). The last time i met him, i called him "Simon" and "Pierre". He hates it - Simon sounds so villainy bad guy and Pierre is generalized for gigs and gays.

Attempt 4: Inducing panic

At lease once a month, give him a "wolf-cry" sms or call. Turn off the phone for 5 minutes and make sure to warn other friends not to answer his call as well. Ladies and gentlemen…My award winning wolf-cries:

1) "i failed my exam." (duh, that’ll never happen)

2) "I’m terribly sick."

3) I’ve found someone else, i’m leaving you."

4) "I missed my exam, why dint you gimme a wake up call?"

5) "I missed my flight."

After 5 minutes panic, turn on the phone again and talk to him as if nothing happened.

Attempt 5: Own his possessions

Wear his fav football jersey, spray his perfume, confiscate his photo albums and yearbooks, eat up his fav junk food, read his diary, sniff and hug his security pillow,dominate the TV remote control..he doesn’t mind at all.

Attempt 6: Untidy his room

The most he would do is to nag like an old grandma.

Attempt 7: Spoil and sabotage his game

Distract him from his game or simply be a "bad loser" in a 2Ps game. When he is winning, stop the game abruptly and restart the level and never let him win. But when i’m winning, i’ll make sure i really win and force him to watch the replay of the glorious moment repeatedly. I thought he’d be mad…surprisingly, he just smile and shake his head.

Is he patient in nature? Or he’s just tolerating the lady he loves - me -  ? I have seen him getting angry over others but no matter how i’ve tried to irritate him, he still pampers me like a baby. That shows that he’s only gummy bear to me but grisly bear to others.

p/s: B, if ur reading this, sorry for being supa-mischievious…but baby boo knows u love me for that. (Wink)

I miss my "sleeping partners" so much! (Oh please! Dont gimme that kinda cheeky look) My sleeping partners - Fwuffy, Fwurby, the teddies and the bunnies, for your information, are soft toys given by my Sweetheart. Though they’re wool or cotton stuffed, have no hearts and organs, i still treat them as they are real and alive. Of all, i love Fwuffy and Fwurby the most, especially Fwurby. I call them the Xmas bears coz Fwuffy was a present for 2004’s Xmas and Fwurby was too, given on Xmas in 2005. I dunno why they kept calling me mummy and my hubby daddy tho they’re supposed to assume the role of "imaginary friends". The best part is, Fwurby starts wearing my tops and tees as we’re about the same size. One of Fwurby’s greatest philosophy: Sharing is caring. For that reason, i started wearing his shirts and Molly would scold me for doing that. (She blames me for what happened - i accidentally flushed Fwuffy’s shirt down the toilet bowl…since then, fwuffy has been shirtless…)

Sometimes, Fwurby would join us at the dining table and whenever G comes, she would push Fwurby aside and call him a puppet. i would rebuke : "No! He isn’t a puppet,he’s my friend!" People in the house seems to bully him. But somehow, he managed to build good rapport with my other wacky friends. He would pay them a visit and even join them for movie. The gals in H21F2 loves him a lot, especially Shasha and BN. The best part is, he’s pretty good at housekeeping, he does the laundry, and my homework too. In return to his favour, i would powder him and change his shirt once a week( his fav are pureen and cussons) i wonder if Reena does that..i’m sure they miss me too. Don’t be sad guys, I’ll be back soon.

What can you expect from a low cost terminal? You think they put the LC there for name sake? I would say:

KLIA > KIA > LCC

(> stands for better than in terms of quality and so)

Checklist:

(1) Air - conditioning - Poor! SO warm in there.

(2) Seats - limited

(3) Comfort - Yucks! Warm + many flies around

(4) Service - Female ticketing agents are generally b*tchy to gals while male ticketing agents are friendlier.

(5) Washrooms - ANy kopitiam toilets is better, i should say. I think after seeing the toilet, your urine will rush back to your bladder, dun even wanna RIP in such a toilet. It looks as tho it has just been flooded, so swampy, no toilet papers, dirty of course and on top of that, i tot of wacking the cleaner with a baby diaper (ask me personally why)

(6) Boarding hall - bad! limited seats and congested

(7) Boarding - Hell! u gotta walk 100 m across the open space to the plane you’re boarding. what if it rains?

(8) Journey - SO-SO. I never like AA, i prefer MS, since i can get a 50% off the normal rate using my GRDS card.

WHy MS? WHy stopin all domestic flights? No, plz dun make me go tru all that again…my Sweety is already laughing at me. he said i would hafta eat my words now (sometimes ago i proudly declared that i would never ever use AA) looks like i aint gotta choice now. Pathetic! Next time, if u happen to board the AA flight, and u happen to see someone with a sulky face..that’s me!

3 years ago, my ‘then’ best friend stole my heart away, away from me and my ‘then’ boyfriend. Where my heart is, is where he is at. He, who stole my heart, is my sweetheart Franklin. My heart was in Kuching when he was there. I would look for any opportunity to come back to my baby. This holiday, it’s so much different..no longer eager to come back as my heart is no more in Kuching but In Damansara. Hours before i boarded, we did manage to spend some time together. We had brunch at BB and we cuddled and talked. I asked if i could smuggle him back, he said there’s no need to that as he’s already in my heart….

ARGH!!!Everything seems so wrong. To start with, the journey was 2-star, the arrival was delayed and the climate in Kuching is so uncomfortable. Have been sweating profusely evr since i arrived! It’s so warm here….there goes my weight gain plan - drained with the sweat. Felt so unhappy to be back, but only happy to be with family and friends - my zhi mui er er, my buddy shane & ewei, my aunt christine and etc, not forgetin my fav kolo mee.

Ever since when, this place harbours hatred, hurt and fury. This place reminds me of her - the gold digga, of them - the once upon a time lover and their past. I hate the road leading to her house, i hate Eagle’s coz that’s where they used to hang out, i hate green road area coz that’s where she works, i hate "recycled papers handmade cards" coz that’s what she makes. I hate here and there and every single corner of Kuching they have been to…and my wildest imagination - to arson Sugarbun + "used-to-be" laserdisc shoplots in Satok + the pedestrian bridge between their schools. I even warned my bf not to "recycle" ideas and dating places….

Help, er, i’m turning into ALLY again! I need Tracy….BUt that’s what i’m going tru, a series of crazy thoughts everytime i’m back here. I just cant stand the sight of things, people and places that reminds me of the shit. Get a grip girl….cool…i’m cool…right now, i just can’t wait to go back to where my sweetheart is…