shyng-a-shong //

Childrens' picture book week

2011-05-10T03:04:00.006+08:00

otherwise known as the week we lugged our boring selves up and about to a place not so far away (bangsar), thanks to sensible jook who (still) flips through pages of a tangible newspaper. for what? for this: a picture book week hosted by silverfish books! a fellowship for those who share an interest in creating pretty story books for tiny monsters. and have you heard about the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators Malaysia (SCBWI)? now we have, aren't we so very glad? =D one step closer to a dream coming true. huhu.

event started off with the lovely sarimah ibrahim reading books written by yusof gajah. as chirpy-bubbly as ever. sounded and looked even better in real life than on screen, back when i was the age of those sitting in front of her looking up her pretty nose. still so pretty!

let's take a closer look. see, it's as if she hasn't aged at all. sigh. *distracted*

the group of featured writers/illustrators, presenting their work. good materials they all are. written with a noble cause, addressing issues faced within the country to aid in educating young and not-so-yong minds alike through simple words and beautiful illustrations. the printing/book design quality could use a little extra help though, same goes to a lot of local publication. people Do inevitably judge a book by its cover, first.

on a totally unrelated note: random book find. what a nice statement for my homestate. tee-hee.

acting cool. dnd.

another random find. guess this is not for sale. X)

vintage books, solemnly enchanting

the sweetest, only if the book's actually read to her i suppose...

Cerebral complex

2011-03-29T01:15:00.001+08:00

melaka, 0326

if there ever was a need to interpret what goes on in this head of mine half of the time through a visual, this should be it.

The first pancake phenomenon

2011-03-15T00:05:00.014+08:00

always thought it's just a plain saying, but noh, it's not. see, mine turned out looking like a burnt roti canai. oh and do give kevin bacon a wave. =)

the first tomango salsa turned out pretty good! but too sweet a mango doesn't work quite well. note: sour powers! i have to say; life as an experimental random ingredient-mixer's definitely a good one with ever-hungry, unfussy happy mouths to stuff. i love my growing boys. =D

He who had first given me goosebumps through dinosaurs and a stepmother

2011-03-07T23:51:00.001+08:00

now continues through the mpo and richard kaufman.

OHEMGEE

2011-02-14T23:58:00.032+08:00

shock - stunned - office - my desk - stranger - hello, i'm looking for lim shin ying - what? - who? - me? - seriously? - happy valentine's day - what? - bouquet - what? - WHAT? - card? - card! - lief@#! - stunned - o.O - what's happening? - really? - heart pound - OHMAIGOD - hystecial - face red - steamed - seriously? - OHMAIGODDDDDDDDD - overwhelmed - zoned out - *OMAIGODDDDD...!* ...

never have i ever ever had anything cheesier for this cheesy day. never been happier. please pardon my language.

p/s: tengkiu again, pasquapoi. lief@#!

Krabi!

2011-02-10T01:28:00.001+08:00

smell the sea, tbc!

December the eventful III

2011-02-10T01:20:00.000+08:00

the 25th
come christmas come! tis' the season to roast more pigs at yensie's. everybody loves bacon. with a dresscode for all to be one with the barbie grill.

the 31st
come 2011 come! laitz & sparkelz at our rainbow. everybody loves sparkelz. with a dresscode for all to be one with katy perry; and for a new year to stumble in in the midst of a faux christmas jungle, lovely decos and homemade food everyone brought, a jiggly-hot-tsuann bartender, jaemy's han-crushed balls,jinliang's toaster and creepy pied-pipery glowsticks with some secret power to hypnotize adults and kids alike, and a finale of the curve's fireworks.

December the eventful II

2011-01-24T02:23:00.077+08:00

the 18th
KL hop-on hop-off macam tourist! also a trip that really made me realize the frailness of my aging body. 8am-11+pm out, led me instantly into the great oblivion of deep slumber through the weekend.

the 19th
for Celebration! singing, dancing, playing, sharing, acting from the fabulous for the fabulous and we, wee commoner; fabulously done on a fabulous evening. gimme more!

the 21th
christmas in the city at no black tie. oh hey! the cute violinist's wearing a cute little not-black tie, i just noticed. a night of beautiful voices, a full house, very little space, too many knee-jabbed big butts with no room to park in comfort. no big surprise from the carol selections; but beautiful singing nonetheless. gimme gimme more! more room too, if i may.

December the eventful I

2011-01-23T03:24:00.090+08:00

long overdue. yep. the transition of 10 to 11's been one swift, breath-grabbing rollercoaster ride. yays for the long-awaited long weekend. can finally resume breathing at a normal pace and laze, and update before the pre-cny crazy week comes along!

the 2nd

we turn 3! now we can run and jump and climb and finish a complete sentence without drooling! looking forward to learn how to read, write, bike, climb trees, claw each other's eyes out, hold hands, skip around, go to school, and the list goes on. lief@#!

the 4th
my first meet with the littlest, 9-day old kidney bean in jb! an impatient one in fact, this girl. she popped 2 weeks early; couldn't wait to see us. powder-fresh newborn scent is just so addictive, almost intoxicating. sigh~ you and your papa mami stay really far away from us, bebi. you charmed all of us so very much during your very short stay back in granpa and popo's house. we couldn't get enough of you! d'u know your leaving made all of us tear silly? chrystine jiejie couldn't let go of the little pillow you slept on, carried it with her everywhere, telling everyone she could smell you. please remember us the next time we meet, okay? we can kacau popo! you can squeeze with me and chrys jiejie and we can all stuff ourselves in popo's chair when she's watching tv! 挤给她扁扁! then we make her buy ice-cream for all of us from tesco after.

the 11th
the rainbow's best christmas/new year yet! jaemy's enthusiasm for a christmas forest was, Is very infectious. mmmmm... i love sparkles. all 3 of them are still blinking away merrily in the living room right now. last year's christmas lasted for quite some time. let's see how long this year's can go. XD

the 17th

the jajarjams christmas caroling! in the comfort of jaemy's room till midnight's come and gone. no need to walk house to house, sing door to door. no need to endure awkward stares, no need to make people stand through carols they don't like when they only feel obligated to receive you just because. where's the spirit of true christmas traditions you say?! we didn't change the lyrics ma.

Killkenny, killme

2010-11-25T06:07:00.029+08:00

just had a shower. being wide awake at 5am on a workday-weekday should be deemed a sin, but now i just couldn't be happier for being sanely conscious, at last. after what felt like forever but in sober truth just a godforsaken hour OF PURE AGONY. like i was splitting my soul and distributing each piece together with my dinner, my lunch, my guts, Everything till there's nothing but there's still something somehow at 5 different spots somewhere around pj through my mouth (nothing new for me) and my nostrils (that's a disgusting first); with the last regurgitated straight into my toilet bowl before i collapsed and hit my head against it and woke up after who knows how long submerged in a puddle of blood...

that didn't happen. but it sounds cooler than tumbling straight into bed from the toilet bowl and went to sleep sucking a candy.

anyway. sounded like i downed 5 bucketloads of some super hardcore shit, right? it was just no more than a pint of the mildest "liquid-social", so they say. puik! not for me, clearly. truth can be so embarrassing sometimes.

i have been meaning to try drinking a little, though there've been many past failures. want to be able to hold it in, at least. but guess not. was never much of a drinker, and will never be. not for a longgggggg while, that i think i can be sure of. so believe me when i say i can't drink and let me sip my gingerbeer in peace, i can be uninhibitedly happy enough just like that. unless you want me to puke in your face, all over the place. so there.

And then it hit me

2010-11-23T01:33:00.005+08:00

days have been shallow. i have been lazy. passions are slipping. fat multiplying. books on the shelf could use a little dusting and flipping. same goes to the brain. feeling an almost desperate need to recolour these ugly patterns. no shit. the palette above'd be nice. and the hair. red? sure the nails'd return its original shade of good health with a little less attention.
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忘不了

2010-10-15T01:21:00.002+08:00

太美丽了

One fine sunset

2010-10-12T19:38:00.001+08:00

happy we still get to keep an unobstructed view like this. unlike the one from my bedroom window. GONE. robbed by the new big boys. glaring offensive spotlights straight into my room every night while in the midst of construction. disturbing my dark nights. cis.

Happy 4th housematenniversary

2010-10-04T00:34:00.003+08:00

blessing is getting to come home to you guys every day. here's wishing for many many many many many happy returns. oh danny's hair look like dragonball's.
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Euphoria is

2010-10-03T12:40:00.020+08:00

a breath of fresh air, night after night of singing, new things to see and great company to share silly guffaws about everything in life.
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Daisy: day 5

2010-09-25T01:32:00.002+08:00

alive and growing!

烧灯笼快乐

2010-09-23T00:47:00.003+08:00

that's what she said when handed one. then proceeded to her own silent world where she spent the whole night lighting candles, playing with fire. so dangerous. ignoring us. ignoring the 灯笼。 i was so hurt my heartbreak lead to the slipping and burning of my own. it's like a tradition. anyway this post is for you, you who shunned 灯笼 when you're 6. i blame your milk formula.
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To my writer

2010-09-21T14:13:00.011+08:00

Stolen from minutemadness on a very rainy, very cold, very quiet, very typically monotonous day at work, is this:

20 reasons to date a writer

Writers will romance you with words. Dating a writer means that you will receive love letters. Quirky notes will turn up in your pockets. Flowery descriptions of everything great about you will be shared on special occasions. See my recent post on things to write someone for Valentine’s Day for an idea of what you may receive when dating a writer.

Writers will write about you. Date a blog writer and you’ll find yourself bookmarking that blog to see if there are references to you in it. Date a poet and you will see yourself reflected back in some of the lines of poetry that the person recites at open mic nights. Your narcissistic tendencies will be happily fed when you date a writer. Of course, the drawback here is that dating a writer means that personal details about you may turn up in written form and the writer may write much less flattering things about you if you break up.

Writers will take you to interesting events. Writers, as a general rule, are curious people. We like to go to lots of different types of things so that we can widen the boundaries of our life experience and therefore broaden our writing. When you date a writer, you can expect to be invited to everything from burlesque shows to roller derby races to foreign countries.

Writers will remind you that money doesn’t matter so much. People who write for a living don’t do it to get rich. They know that money may matter but it’s not the most important thing in life. Dating a writer will help to remind you that it’s important to pursue your passions.

Writers will acknowledge you and dedicate things to you. Writers are big on acknowledging those who have helped them. Almost every book at the bookstore has a page for dedications and / or acknowledgments. Song writers and poets frequently include a dedication on their work. Date a writer and the world will know that you’ve supported someone in the arts.

Writers will offer you an interesting perspective on things. There is a writing quote about how writers taste life twice - once in the living and once in the re-telling on the page. Writers pay attention to interesting details in life so that they can recapture the world in their writing. When you date a writer, you will be privy to all of their insights about life’s events and experiences - and you may find that you get to see things in a whole new light.

Writers are smart. The majority of writers are intelligent people. They are usually well-read and well-educated which means they can hold their own in many types of conversations. Dating someone dumb just isn’t fun for long; dating someone smart is always an interesting challenge.

Writers are really passionate. Writers use all of their senses. They are passionate about their work and passionate about their lives. Your life will be enhanced by this passion for things when you date a writer.

Writers can think through their feelings. Writers may be really passionate but most of them don’t fly off-the-handle with emotion. They like to take time to process things. This ability is a true asset in a long-term relationship.

Writers enjoy their solitude. Unless you’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, you probably want at least some time to yourself and time to spend with your friends and family. Writers want time to be alone to write and think which means that you’ll get your own much-needed space as well.

Writers are creative. This sounds obvious but it has a deeper truth to it. Creative people are more capable of coming up with solutions to problems in life. Dating a writer means a chance to come up with creative solutions to life’s problems.

Writers wear their hearts on their sleeves. Sure this depends on the writer but most writers are pretty good at articulating what is going on with them. If they adore you, you’ll know it. If they’re mad at you, you probably won’t have to guess at why.

Writers will teach you cool new words. Writers love words. It can be irritating when they use ten dollar words in normal conversations but it can also be kind of fun to stretch your mind and build your vocabulary. Expect to play lots of Scrabble when dating a writer.

Writers may be able to adjust their schedules for you. Writers who can set their own schedules might be willing to rearrange things to spend time with you. They might be happy to meet you for a long lunch or to spend a luxurious morning in bed with you. Don’t expect the writer you’re dating to give up all of his or her time - they have to work regularly to pay their bills just like anyone else - but do know that there are some scheduling perks possible when you date a writer.

Writers can find 1000 ways to tell you why they like you. Writers are wordy and they like to express themselves. You can bask in the glow of hearing good things about yourself in ways that you’ve never heard them before. Of course, some writers will also be all too happy to tell you your faults so make sure you date a kind writer!

Writers communicate in a bunch of different ways. Most writers are pretty flexible in how they communicate. They’ll be just as content to get an email from you or to chat on IM with you as they are to talk on the phone (maybe even more so). This means that however you communicate regularly is probably fine for the writer you’re dating.

Writers can work from anywhere. This is nice because it means that writers can happily travel with you. They may have to take a laptop and spend some time at the hotel when you go to the beach but you can enjoy much easier vacation planning with a writer than with someone who works a 9-5 job.

Writers are surrounded by interesting people. Writers have a lot of characters in their lives. If you like meeting interesting people, just plan on being the date that goes along to parties and other gatherings with a writer.

Writers are easy to buy gifts for. Writers are happy with little things. Most writers like getting books as gifts. Since they aren’t really into the pursuit of money, they aren’t going to be chasing you for the big bucks you spend on them. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t spoil a writer if you want to but you should know that they value thoughtfulness way more than most material things.

Writers are sexy. There is a reason that people have fantasies about the school librarian. Male or female, those bookish types are hot hot hot.

- Anon (via heartsandheadphones)

i gotcha non-existent belly. lief@#!
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And so the chestthrob returned

2010-09-01T16:05:00.000+08:00

at times it can be tamed with a stretch and a crack of the chest. but there are times like now when every breath/move taken'd send a jab straight to it. apalah nasib aku.

No i don't love birds

2010-08-30T21:20:00.007+08:00

i have found my soulmate.

"Hi bird lovers! This is a print from my "Mean Birds" series. The original works were acrylic on panel. These are all birds that have in some way or another attacked either myself or my friends… mainly myself. Here's what I wish I had called them at the time. You see a beautiful bird and admire it so… and then your vision is dashed to bits by an uncalled for act of violence on their part. Granted, they'd have no idea I was calling them a bad name, but we all know it makes us personally feel better to let off a little steam with an expletive. It's payback time!"

- aruppel -

p/s: with thanks to my dear doraemon(lynda chean) for polluting my inbox.

OH THE THINGS YOU CAN(NOT) DO!

2010-08-30T20:22:00.004+08:00

save, young people save! 先苦后甜 they say. i'd say save yourselves the energy from flipping through pages of klue on a holiday with no plans. not that there're no plans. plenty of plans. page after page of where to go for ramadhan feasts, spots after spots of where to go around and see new things new plays new everything plans.

算了吧。save. hidup bersederhana. plant a flower. =D

after wandering and pondering long and hard each time in front of the plan-a-seed rack in houz depot next door, today the flower-sucker in me finally succumbed to the "easy to grow" print at the back of the packet. it better be. commercial break: look at that pretty bush of jaemy's. fuish. home's so much better than any klue page recos. =D now to wait 25 days before the first sprout! all 8 pots of them! let's see if they can allllll make it.

O you piece of vulnerable flesh of the earth

2010-08-13T15:35:00.019+08:00

today you had an urgent need to floss. thanks to stupid, supertough lunch-pork. floss. baz luhrmann's sunscreen came into mind. you googled it again, read it again and felt like he's singing to you, once again. now back to flossing, you need that not just for those residue-infested gaps. your gums were bleeding last week. please start paying more attention to your oral health. you will start flossing.

and by the way you need daily sunscreen too. those uneven tan and tan-lines are starting to look really obvious and umm. okay you shouldn't be complaining. be thankful for your unevenly-tanned but behaving okay skin and the fun you had in the baking process. just start sunscreening, you really don't wanna look 50 next year and start developing leopard prints. or worse.

and so, your chest gave u breathing discomfort for the past 2 weeks the same time your gums were red. that was a little scary. but it's good how fear finally made you take that health check you kept deferring. you learnt about electrocardiography, and suddenly you've an odd link to words like "electrodes" and had 'em stuck to your body top to bottom. macam kat dalam tv. how exciting. and then you watched your blood got sucked out into 3 different tubes for the first time, pee-ed into a 4cm tall container for the first time. thankfully all results from those turned out fine without much complications. your heart's okay. your chest is fine. now, just do yourself a favour and finish those supplements your father gave you, stay away from fast food, drink lots of water, EXERCISE, eat lots of greens and swallow fish oils, which is a little ironic 'cause you were told to watch your seafood intake too. harhar.

live long and prosper. i wish you good health. \\ //

Jajarjams

2010-07-21T02:42:00.009+08:00

when life is a good life. woohoo!

City mouse country squat

2010-07-21T02:12:00.022+08:00

on the sitiawan street

Chrys and sea

2010-07-21T00:36:00.020+08:00

Bangkok!

2010-05-05T22:19:00.012+08:00

rushing, ducking the rain on the grounds of the grand palace.

more piks here =)

Vicious cycle

2010-04-29T18:58:00.002+08:00

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when? maybe late afternoon. late afternoon what time? late afternoon late afternoon. whenever. i don’t know. where? i don’t know. what? errrrrrr… you tell me. why. i don’t know. how? i’m… not sure. see how it goes. when? maybe late afternoon. late afternoon what time? late afternoon late afternoon. whenever. i don’t know. where? i don’t know. what? errrrrrr… you tell me. why. i don’t know. how? i’m… not sure. see how it goes. when? maybe late afternoon. late afternoon what time? late afternoon late afternoon. whenever. i don’t know. where? i don’t know. what? errrrrrr… you tell me. why. i don’t know. how? i’m… not sure. see how it goes. when? maybe late afternoon. late afternoon what time? late afternoon late afternoon. whenever. i don’t know. where? i don’t know. what? errrrrrr… you tell me. why. i don’t know. how? i’m… not sure. see how it goes. when? maybe late afternoon. late afternoon what time? late afternoon late afternoon. whenever. i don’t know. where? i don’t know. what? errrrrrr… you tell me. why. i don’t know. how? i’m… not sure. see how it goes. late in the evening, hey i’m not coming. why? i'm sorry. i don’t know.
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25 pt. 3

2010-03-30T19:52:00.003+08:00

The age when you start checking clarks.com for updates, and a newly opened jaya grocer a short walk away with all its wonderful contents can excite you, and make you chuckle silly to yourself holding a bag of salad on a tuesday night.

umm.

maybe it's just me.

25 pt. 2

2010-03-13T23:08:00.013+08:00

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on a happieuphoricaler note:

life's worth living again with all of you in it =)
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The new bff

2010-03-13T15:14:00.003+08:00

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been receiving a lot of these wordsofwisdom smses from my fader lately. at random times of the day. it was just several months back when he asked me to teach him how to key in chinese, and now i must say i’m really glad to see my little 学生's doing pretty well. *proud* had no idea what to reply at first. so i didn't. then i felt rude. then i got scared. rude? to LBC? are you saying you don't wanna live anymore? so after a few un-replied wisdoms, i thought, maybe i should return them. so i did. and i guess i’m really enjoying it. =D

to think that those unexpected appearances of his name on my phonescreen used to flash *SERIOUSDANGER* everytime, never failed to make my heart skip a beat and palms to drip cold sweat. who. on earth. would’ve thought today, my fader’s one of my most frequent sms mate. LBC! GADGET! SAVVY! SMS! SEVERAL TIMES A DAY! NOT SCOLDING ME! life is just so full of wonderful surprises. now the pixelated “爸爸”never fails to put a smile on my face. and for the very first time in my life, i feel truly connected to him not as a tyrant fader he’s always been, but as a friend.

“try to save my messages. revise when free. apply in yr daily life where applicable. you will gain a lot in life. remember! remember! remember!”

that’s one sms i’m never ever gonna erase from my inbox. Ever.
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25

2010-03-12T14:23:00.005+08:00

Here comes the slope of youth! woohoo. sad that this is the first thing to pop into mind, but hey. what's there to do? the coming of age where all kinds of sicknesses and bod ailments suddenly find you very interesting to hang out with. not that it's been perfect before this. never thought iiiii'd be one to be afraid of aging but striking 25 is just... hmm. needs some getting used to. all the 'when i grow up' dreams... the perfect woman the little self have always been aiming to become one day. is she anywhere near? to think of all the responsibilities lugged on every single inch of your skin. to family, to career, to health, to self, to the future, which is NOW. things to learn, to achieve, to eat, so my skin won't sag twice as fast or won't have to die ugly of heart attack when i'm 65 just because of the brief bliss fastfood can give me. plans, decisions to make to improve, to become a better person, for a better life, TO LIVE HAPPY TIL THE DAY I DIE! gee.

tbc...

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Just a Miinute

2010-02-04T16:47:00.003+08:00

Because Kmiin's kiut. =)

大吉利事!

2010-02-01T23:27:00.006+08:00

pour, blessings pour!
be gone, all things bad!

and to my darling friends,
for keeping me sane all these years,
恭喜发财! (i really mean it.)
笑口常开! (i really mean it.)
事事顺利! (i really mean it.)

now wish me back. =D
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A little bit of a tongue problem

2010-01-18T13:32:00.017+08:00

many left them untamed.

spite, demean, insult, roar, whatever.

after all the emotional damage is not yours to endure.

who cares? right?

wrong. i care. i hope your tongue got whipped So hard your stripes fall off in the middle of the ring when the spotlight's on you, you roarer. i know what year 2010 is, don't need your reminder.

i say we put them to better use, shall we?

let them befriend goats and bunneighs maybe.

or let's say a prayer for haiti.

新年快乐

2009-12-29T22:58:00.006+08:00

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lynda's fader left for a better place today.
you'll remain in our hearts, uncle william.
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life is short.
love.
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圣诞快乐

2009-12-23T21:55:00.006+08:00

one fateful day

one chair

one cable intertwined

one 500gb hardisk connected

one pull

one fall

one shock

one phonecall

one simple reply "oh, 不能了"

one life of keepsakes gone

one heart died

one hell of a year-end

hope yours is good, nevertheless. =)

冬至快乐

2009-12-22T12:41:00.006+08:00

if it was this week last year, i'd be happily off. everyone'd be back in kelantan to the big house. i'd wake up earl to sleepy, stoney cousin faces. ever loud but hearty chats of the aunts and uncles, bellowing from the kitchen to the mid hall where the boys'd linger in front of the gadgets, to the main hall where the girls'd be hogging the tv. to the vast green surroundings outside where some of them'd be lepaking, or gardening, my 1st unc especially, whom the house belongs to. and then of course to the corner room right outside the dining hall, where my ah ma always sits. sat.

it's the time of december for our annual family celebration, this end of december week. though we don't really celebrate christmas, there's always the anticipated reunion of everyone from all over the place to gather again for my ah ma's birthday. there's always the first thing in the morning routine of wishing her "seh jit kuai lok, ah ma!" as cheerily as possible. i remember there were times when my parents'd rush us to wish her immediately straight out of bed. and that's before the teeth-brush. heh. a secret i kept hushed. thinking it'd be bladi rude. starting ah ma's big day with my stinky breath. preposterous.

moving on from there, would be the cake revealing moment. the moment i used to anticipate with great glee. because the cake's always fancy, and big, and pretty, and sweet, full of icing. it'd be placed on a table with a bright red table cloth laid over in the main hall, filled with colourful candies, red eggs, red homemade jellies, peeled mandarin oranges, pink and white tangyuans in little bowls. and the spread's for the morning photo-taking purpose only. not to be eaten. yet. for there'll be the night session, where everyone's dressed up properly, all in red. a strict rule we were made to oblige since young. a must or you kena rule. my ah ma loved red.

then there'll be her birthday dinner at that one restaurant she used to always pick. the same and Only restaurant we've had our december reunion dinners through the years since... i can't even track. forever. and the best thing of it was, the restaurant remained the same, unchanged from the ground floor, the decos, to the narrow and steep wooden staircase leading up to the second floor air-conditioned hall. also the ancient cement toilet, very basic, but spacious and clean. dinners used to be at the second floor, when i was little. back when my ahma was still fit enough for the stairs. recent years we had it downstairs. but the old time charm was still ever present, feels like going back to a piece of sweet tangible history from childhood every time.

after dinner at the big house was always the funnest! where the jolly atmosphere'd be hyped up 2 notches more, vocal volume of chats and laughters up 3. fancy cake'd be cut and devoured, left-overs distributed to each family. ah ma'd go back to her room to sleep earlier, at about 9:30, 10pm. party goes on for the younger crowd. till whenever. good times. hope you're doing good wherever you are, ah ma. (ori wish is in my cacat teochew of course, my ah ma doesn't speak english.)

reality's cruel. this ain't last year. today, i'm sitting here in the office, working. thinking what the hell i'm doing here. eventually bursting into embarrassing, uncontrollable sobs in front of my monitor. seeing and receiving all the 冬至快乐 wishes. feeling more depressed than ever after each, huge gush of loneliness hit. but it'll pass i'm sure.

for today, my 冬至快乐 plan is simple. hit the sack earl, sleep the day away.

hope yours is good, nevertheless. =)

Song of the day

2009-12-02T00:10:00.003+08:00

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i want to hold your hand - the beatles
/wigglelief@#!
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Good things came with the november rain

2009-11-19T23:31:00.016+08:00

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to begin with, the weather. so breezy. so cold. one can make really good slumbernights with it. good sweetkends too, even by doing simple nothings. nais. =)

and! new nigella epis came with new keymagicwords search on youtube. though quite embarassing to admit. whyyy so many kernels on a corncob? whyyy are they yellow? whyyy didn't i think of this earlier? iii don't know. my deprivation for foodporn could've been cut short. but now i'm happy again. with epis after epis of the bites, and the feasts and then there's the discovery of the beautiful forever summer which i've never even heard of. sigh.

i love internet.

the best part is. forever summer didn't just satisfy my lust with a foreground of the ever charming nigella and her pretty, adorably colour-themed edibles, easyontheeyes recipes in every epi. there's something new in the background that made me grin silly. those sweet voices! which i later found out to be sophie milman's, anita o'day's, julie london's and more of them i haven't googled. sigh. my dull, browning playlist. now refreshed to a bright shade of yellow. i love yellow. like a fresh lemon. with honey. hoh. foodfoodfood.

thennn there's the dreamplan for a new pc since forever solidifying. finally! hoh! goodgoodgoooood.
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So it was yoko-yoko weekly

2009-11-11T13:42:00.006+08:00

now it is salon pas daily

i believe the correct mate for my rotten back is neither of those

but a good new mattress

and a new pc to go with it

and a nice ergonomic chair to go with it

and new curtains to go with it

and new chest of drawers to go with it

and a new year to go with it

how scarily fast can the year pass?

very scarily fast.

Dear friends of Aeroplane and Jesmond

2009-10-15T01:10:00.003+08:00

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thank you for balancing my hormonal imbalance.
hugs! for more embarassing moments to come.

harhar.
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The floor misser

2009-09-23T13:10:00.001+08:00

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my cleanfreak cousin who's recently banished to a faraway island by the government to slave misses my floor. who would've guessed my hairy, dusty floor's tiled with such adorable attraction charms? who? not me.

X)
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The shitstat reporter

2009-09-23T00:49:00.011+08:00

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"btw i shat reallyreally Black shit. must be the charcoal. no more pain/heat. =D"
"very little only, but it's... solidifying. texture like clay, boiling clay."
"just got home shat showered. my shit's getting... not very neat."
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note that these are only very few selected ones. how can i not adore these/this disgusting shit? XD
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Endless yogya

2009-08-20T01:14:00.007+08:00

more, if you're not already bored. X)

Clingy

2009-08-19T01:20:00.003+08:00

5yo butt-clinger

Domains Ordered/Order Status:

2009-08-11T23:42:00.015+08:00

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Type: New shyng.my Term: 1 year(s)/Successful

so i was told yesterday, woo-hoo! finally! my own domain! successful! savvy or what!

...

regrettably the savviness ends there. full-stop. all i know is to get myself logged-in. and. well. everything i see after that is just wayyy beyond for what i've got contained in my puny, over-ambitious brain to un. not even a mere domain-name switch i can do (oh and ah wai, that site your gave me? i managed to follow through almost half of the tutorial and then i got lost). so. til miracles happen... i think i'm just gonna hang around here for a bit.

harrrrrrrrrrhar.

and also yesterday, i came home from work to a dark empty place with no light from The right room door, no music, no sfx from fringe or harper's island i never cared about, no afterwork mood-uplifter dose of cheery 你回来了啊！？yells and pointless rambles... and the thought of that's how it's gonna be for threeeee longgggg weeeeeks. man. to make me feel better i started a book with title called "french women of all seasons". so when you're back and speako franco with all the franco fabulousness, i can speako franco too! and we can speako franco and tell our 3 weekslong stories. and yours is So gonna kick mine's butt.

harrrrrrrrrrhar.

p/s: i'm waiting for my venetian mask. =)

The Pappadums

2009-07-28T19:52:00.003+08:00

'twas a slow day at work. a whole long peaceful one with a lot of quiet. rare. suddenly at about 7pm out of nowhere the lobeng called out from his room:

"shingalinggam! i'm thinking of changing the company's name, what do you think we should call it, can you help me think of something?"

then he came over, stood outside my door...

"i was thinking maybe something like... psychic 628! 'cos you psycho people into buying your service you know? but then i thought, nolah, so corny..."

"ahhh..." *mygoodness*

then he sat himself down behind me...

"or... the pappadums!"

"... pappadums? the indian cracker pappadums?!"

"yar! i thought it's quite cute! right!"

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can't wait for the day when i can tell the whole world: halo, i'm shingalinggam. i work in this company called the pappadums. the awesomeness.

Wats new w me

2009-07-28T17:40:00.006+08:00

i can still fit through doors and i've picked up new hobbies like craving fastfood all the time, moping over dresses i just got few short months ago but wouldn't fit anymore, being supersappy and posting screencapped convers.

Turquoise nails' escape to Yogyakarta

2009-07-16T11:32:00.005+08:00

come along! clickclick! =D

in grateful memory of my beloved slipper

2008 - 2009

gave away its last breath on the steps of the tamansari ruins, yogyakarta.

The kalerful nails escape

2009-07-03T18:25:00.002+08:00

OH YESH, first on the list. i'm off! =D

On wholemeal donuts

2009-06-25T17:20:00.002+08:00

How to freak yourself out with a simple "hey, how are you"

2009-06-23T22:40:00.005+08:00

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1. walk into a well-lit convenience store right at the foot of your apartment
2. head straight towards the refrigerator
3. buy tomatoes
4. have someone "hey" you from the back
5. turn around and see a tall, dark and unknown man asking you "hey, how are you", a week after you've so fortunately ran into a short, dark and unknown man who was generous enough to delight your long walk home with a... private view
6. ignore him
7. have him tail behind you to the counter

i got so paranoid i grabbed my 90cents tomatoes and left without waiting for the change. because of that stupid shitface i'm now 10cents poorer.

so don't ever try to be friendly to people you don't know. if you have to, go stand next to a flasher and smile. 多事!
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Damn pollutions

2009-06-17T21:00:00.019+08:00

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as if having to walk home from work Gasping through horribly polluted air is not enough, i let daylight deceived me into letting my usual walkin-paranoia guards down, with my pepper-spray nicely forgotten in my bag, and got my sight and mind polluted. bad.

was walking down the pedestrian path by the damansara perdana main road, whole stretch of it shielded from a row of tall bush. *dangeralert*. i know. caught a glimpse of this fella walking far ahead. first thought: to get outta there and walk right by the main road, out in the open where the cars can see me. but that thought was very quickly disregarded idon'tknowwhy. and that's when a hugeee mistake was made.

after a few careless blinks, he's suddenly walkin towards me. *dangeralert*. i know! and before my stupid dazed air-polluted head realized, i was flashed. stunned. flashed. i. was. flashed. after alllll the horror stories i've heard, now i have one of my own to tell and torment the innocents with. not proud. i felt sorry for every guy crossing my path after that besides feeling sorry for myself. cos all i could see were... flashes. of the earlier horror enveloping them.

-the end-

i know many of you will wag your smelly fingers in my face, shout "ITOLDYOUSO" and "HOWMANYTIMESHAVEITOLDUNOTTOWALK" till i go deaf. fine. wag and shout all you want. but after you do that, please be thankful i'm safe. cos i definitely am. sigh. lesson finally learned.

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My favourite girls

2009-06-05T00:00:00.007+08:00

was browing through old photos and found this happy happifying one. =D taken last year when we were 23, 4 and 50. in bed in the middle of a disrupted afternoon nap because that pink kaler one refused to go to sleep. heh heh. miss.

Shout and die

2009-06-04T00:20:00.011+08:00

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overheard 2 little girls who looked like they're 6 and 8 talking behind me while waiting in a queue at the ikea snacks counter (insert background sfx of a little boy shrieking his head off):

8yo: just get the ice-cream for him, i'm gonna die from all the shouting.
-pause-
6yo: *meekly* can you really die from shouting?

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the answer to that could possibly explain why i drifted in the ofis soulless for the rest of the day. braindead and heartdead with all the shouts of protest in my head. can't wait for the earl-jul escape to come.

24 yo: yes you can, little 6yo. maybe not so quickly with you being where you're at right now in the blissful single-digit years of your life, but. sorry to say, yes you can.
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Quarterlife crisis

2009-05-29T11:55:00.013+08:00

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morning falls like rain, into the city life, there goes another night. lose my breath in waves, knowing that every crash, is bleeding the hour glass.

taking the stride, from all our lives.

everyone keeps talking, they'll promise you everything, they don't mean anything. we may lose our focus, there's just too many words, we're never meant to learn.

and we don't feel so alive.

move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized, the power behind your eyes. move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky, you should be here tonight.

but you stay alone and cry.

say goodbye, these days are gone, and we can't, keep holding on, when all we need, is some relief, through these hard times.

there's something missing, you'll never feel it but you, you're gonna feel it when its gone, when its gone.

- matchbox 20, these hard times

yes. i'm a lyricposting-emo lyricposter. so what. it's a nais song. oh. a heavensent bakzhang with chestnuts and hamdan and moist mushrooms and juicy pork chunk just helped pull 2 heavy ends of my mouth up a lil bit. gimme more.

All packed in black and white

2009-05-06T08:28:00.004+08:00

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early calls received, calls made
going off work, off to the big house

my ah ma has passed
she's 93.
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Luke III and dumbo

2009-04-23T22:55:00.014+08:00

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from the very first f50.
then coolpix5900.
till lx3 -
luke the third.
(harhar. noh, i don't name my soapdish. wait. maybe i should.)

PLUS.

dumbo feather. the mook with a kook. with an inside as pleasing as how it sounds and looks on the outside. so CLICK IT you.

passed on and delivered by mouth from lynda owl-wannabe stork
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Longsuperwastelong

2009-04-17T00:55:00.019+08:00

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my dose of positive boost's running low.

call me naive... but my idea of living days in a happy, simple, idealistic, garden-scented little world moulded with delicate little sparkleigh dew drops + all things good i've always believed in and strived for is getting hard to maintain, challenged even.

like my hair.

the last i had them kept this long was dated 12 years ago. now this unbelievable mop of upperback-length strands has got loads of patience applied in the growing process alongside serums, frizz-tamers, tonic, conditioner and cream all promising an abundance of vitality, shiny smooth & silkiness. which has proven to be just another term for lorem ipsum.

so today i cut it short. again. out of impulse. the aim to keep them longsuperwaistlong, missed. months and months of endurance, wasted. i should have known i was being too ambitious in the first place. but it felt good anyway. life is beautiful once again.

like pretty new earrings. X)
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Wants

2009-04-14T21:18:00.002+08:00

conference topic for the day.

i said: sometime last week, i was stirred from my very precious sleep, thinking about $, or rather, the lack of it. half awake, i thought about earning that few pathetic shillings after 2+ long years of slavery. lusting over My LX3 (as chenneigh'd put it), the price for it. thought about sist's idea of buying parents a new camera, the price for it. then mother's day's coming, mmmmm. refurnishing the whole house for mader'd be nice! =D =D =D if only i could. then i thought about people who could afford to buy their parents a brand new and big fully furnished house. will i Ever get to do that? i see one very vague picture. yipee-yay.

woke up stressing. bad.

kmiinolopoco said: 'You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you'.

~ Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, Chapter 5

i say: ya well. better than owning and being owned by ugly things.

R said: i want a leica!

i say: who doesn't?

so i'm wondering. 知足真的会常乐？

Shyng-a-shroom blooms

2009-03-12T14:23:00.010+08:00

spotted inside the house, sprouted overnight behind the front door

on a wooden plank, before its tragic disposal to the bigarbin outside. too kiut to go.

-hoax-

most prob the last ones i'd ever get to see growing in the all-loving rainbow i've been nestling in for 2 years 6 months 11 days 15 hours 15 minutes 50 seconds, right this moment. too, Too hard to let go. i should stop thinking, for now. and cherish allll that's left of it with what's left of my aching smile.

-end hoax-

thus!

kiutshrooms shall continue growing here for a bit, and be remembered for always. i hope i would be too.

Reminder to self:

2009-02-27T14:56:00.002+08:00

快乐是自己给自己的！

Never liked a copy cat

2009-02-18T11:48:00.001+08:00

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On-account'a - youtuckingmyhairbehindmyears, that. lief@#!

random-schmandom.
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一点都不丑的丑年 (下)

2009-02-17T01:05:00.000+08:00

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第六棵：
小东西长很大了! 很懂事．该懂的懂，不该懂的也懂，现在的小孩子到底是怎样？这个问题已经到处问了有一段时间，大家都说是奶粉．真的是奶粉? 既然提起了小孩子这一门儿喔，我还真希望家里那个比较大桶的水可以赶快倒一小杯可爱的侄儿给我疼吸啦.．．．喂大桶的，你有在看吗? 不要让我等太久啊．都等了那么久，懒惰等了啦．
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初三的沙滩．从来都没试过．新鲜！呵呵．

第七棵：
见了好多久久都未联络的老朋友们．该回味的，笑过了．该放下的，修好了．一直结在心里的不安，解开了．好！

第八棵：　
有生以来第一次收到写着名字和贺语的红包，感觉好像特别亲切，特别有诚意；也改变了我对存着纸币的红纸袋的看法．此红包的来源其实是拖着阿裕的福，更是自己跨了一大步克服了莫名其妙的严重心理障碍才顺利度过的惊险奇遇！哦！虽然是夸了点张的形容法，但是．有一半．．．还是蛮真的．相信我．

第九棵：
完啦！就等看二零零九会是结出一棵什么果子的树！最好结苹果．=D
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一点都不丑的丑年 (上)

2009-02-10T02:14:00.013+08:00

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摇树版: 来! 华语树摇一下! 很久没有摇了. 摇来庆祝今年新年摇了很多很久都没有/没有摇过的树. 香蕉儿们, 辛苦了. 哇哈.

第一棵:
最大棵的. 就是今年没有阿嬷大屋子. 破传统地只在家里摇, 过年假. 好笑的是一向来习惯都是一大堆人在阿嬷家堆在一起, 今年却只是我+妈+LBC, 三个可笑冷清的, 你看我我看你过了半个年假, 一直到那两桶泼出去的水初二流回来, 家里终于淹满个喜气大洋! 好啊!

两个可笑冷清的, 除夕夜呆站在家外面半个小时喂蚊子, 看放到不完不完的烟火. 还看到几粒犯法的孔明灯飘来飘去

第二棵:
一踏进家门, 被一大棵42吋flat screen plasma吓到. LBC竟然不可思议地为了大电视受不住诱惑... 挥霍了...!

第三棵:
看着妈妈五十了... 还是一样那么漂亮. 羡慕! LBC 在家里很少大声笑, 却因为我的一句傻话, 笑了一大阵看不到眼睛, 大大声的笑! 害我欣慰到差一点掉眼泪...

第四棵:
初四大家摇去怡保, 回家途中, LBC 接到电话说阿嬷不小心在家里跌到, 下巴受伤流了血... 脚, 走不动了. 讲着讲着... LBC 微微哽咽. 大家的心都即刻冷掉. 唉. 希望阿嬷快快复原.

第五棵:

因为扫地时猛擦鼻子, 把闪亮亮鼻针给擦出来掉到地上. 趴在地上找啊找, 坐在旁边的LBC, 竟然站起来帮我一起找! 还问: 几个不见? 两个啊? 呜... 他终于... 完全接受了插在我鼻子上的两个好朋友! 感动!

- 待续 -

My teeth not scary

2009-02-06T12:38:00.007+08:00

2009, i want to drive.

Air for apple

2009-01-19T11:53:00.003+08:00

one fine day, in the living room...

grandpa:

pepi, leave the front door open so the air can come in

little chrys:

... *pauses*

granpa, what is air?

air for apple?

popo:

*rofl*

Too soft, garrr!

2009-01-13T22:53:00.012+08:00

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what i loathe about myself. sometimes.
when i melt into something i loathe even more. after. gah. garrr!

* * *
skipped work todaywas home alone

it was about 6pm
when i stepped out of the room
stomped a few steps to left to the balcony for my sunned blanket
and went horror-stunned when i saw...
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a floor of blood smudges and drips

stonie the gar lied motionless on the floor, covered in blood
cupped my mouth in my hands and felt the instant ooze of cold sweat
heart sank, staring blank
i called the fader, and...
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My true calling

2009-01-12T23:40:00.009+08:00

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glass industry. Must be it.

my perpetual fetish for these beauties most'd label as trash has been justified. behold - tomas kral. laying eyes on his genius creations makes me feel like life as a membuta-tuli bottle/jar collector's now glowing bright with a noble purpose. =D
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tomas kral's glammed-up plains

my plain plains
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from all over the place. seen here are the protected kl picks. food jars, juice bottles, test tubes... and liquor, fragrance bottles contributed by the lobeng. the un-protected ones back home lives in jeopardy with constant threats to be thrown-away for collecting dust and taking up unnecessary space from the evil mader.

now to get my hands on the machines!
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A post a day

2009-01-11T17:15:00.000+08:00

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possible? let's see.

sunday begun with several unusuals. a 9:30 wake, an apple, a kiwi, and milk.

goby came over. 3 of us revisited the long-neglected 18-floors after lunch. my knees melted at the 10th, scuffled through the remaining 8 with arm-crawls while the other 2 happily skipped ahead, no sweat. i hate these people.

then come the swim. when the surreal determination to shed flabs i thought was gonna be fake(as always) turned out to be not fake after all. it was so real, it gave me: now super-sore arms. bad, bad shin cramp. gah. i think the last time i swam so much was during swimming lessons 13, 14 years ago. reluctantly. but despite the sores, eeet feeels goood.

now if only i can totally shun fried food from my mouth. i've been swallowing so much greens and fruits and water, now i feel like i'm losing the bliss of eating for real without having to think twice. aih. ah well. it'sforthebest... it'sforthebest... it'sforthebest... i'm less sickly now, yipee.

and to sustain! who wants to join in the notsofun? =D
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You don't comb?

2009-01-10T11:19:00.010+08:00

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these question's been popping a lot lately:

1. your hair looks messy, you don't comb?
it's funny somehow, everytime i hear. i Do comb. i comb a lot. it's only because i comb, and i mess it up. then i mess it up again when it's all tidy and flat in place. i laik messy hair. feels like there's more life to it. =D

2. you chinese/you orang melehsie ka?
from random strangers. "ohhhh, rupa macam orang sarawak!" was the latest addition. and i've had orang thailand, orang myanmar, orang tatau mana. endearing, in a way. but a bit sien cos what!? chinese must be china fair is it now!? so stereotypical, puik.
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The expected unexpected visitor

2008-12-31T14:27:00.020+08:00

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"the surprising joy of hearing loud moos day after day from an unexpected visitor(s) with greetings right from the other face of the gate in the backyard."

best shot i can get with a 2megapix hp and stretched-max arms over the fence gate. there she is! there's the unexpected visitor! and there i have it. My very own official welcome to My year. bai rat, halough cow. auspicious, innit? *smug*

rat's been... as defined by the - *look up* - blog header. kalerful, i'd say. and quite eventful, in a way. relooking at 07's year-end post, oh yah, i believe i've grown, and have also learnt several life's precious lessons with spices of sweets and bitters churned inbetween. though i doubt it's sufficient to meet the... some kind of a vague, unofficial quota i subconciously set for myself in discretion behind my back. but it's okay. growing up is hard anyway. and with this i've been told: growing up with someone makes it easier. that i couldn't agree more. lief@#!

never believe in setting precise resolutions to achieve 'cos knowingly the time/momentary enthusiasm spent'd go to waste anyway. but for this cow, wherever/whatever she may lead to, i'd like to give it a push. a push away from the comfort graze. shaded, preferably. rain's still gonna come. agh.

happy 2009 =D

*push*
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Yet another, for 25 december

2008-12-26T14:45:00.002+08:00

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to begin with! there was the ofis 6 footer, with reds and whites and silvers and sparkles and ribbons and lights and baubles in the rain - *breathe* - and the company of goofballs and laughters and camwhores and the joy of twisting every fir wire into place.

and! there was the rainbow 4 footer, with gold and bronze and brown and purple jewels and plum and sparkles and ribbons and lights and stuffed mutated monsters and bunneighs and darth vader and the company of 2 goofballs and laughters and camwhores and the joy of twisting every fir wire into place.

then! the giftpick, with kaler kisses tins and yellow sponge tin and coin tin to-be and an inked fiona hopper dandelion + snowflake and the company of muted giggles and the joy of syok sendiriness.

then come! the comeorgetpokedintheface, with steams and boats and endless food and bottomless imaginary booze and the company of more goofballs and laughters and camwhores and the joy of poking the existents and missing the non-existents.

til! the year-end family ritual to the big house, with my dear ah ma in her 92 and the annual visit to the same ol' restaurant for the same ol' big famdin and the company of grown-up goofballs, new little ones and the same ol' usuals and laughters and camwhores and the surprising joy of hearing loud moos day after day from an unexpected visitor(s) with greetings right from the other face of the gate in the backyard.

alas! The 25 december, back to the rainbow with sweet discoveries under the tree and an early senjyu feast and the company of a working goofball + carolling goofball in the monitor and winamp and will&grace and bread and leftover sushis. so there goes. merry, it still was. =D

now! counting down the days. welcome, 2009. may the rain be shaded and be gone. =)
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The dew of little things

2008-12-17T17:19:00.008+08:00

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...for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
- a spot of bother, mark haddon

some dew for me when the rain stops. prease?
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Happy beginning of dec

2008-12-07T19:12:00.020+08:00

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aiyah.

who am i kidding. it's a notsohappy beginning of december for me. quite horrible. actually. when the usual shallow, in-denial thoughts sink deeper past the seem to be positive surface. life Is kinda harder when u're all on ur own sometimes. one of it. the plan to save $ to make umbrella when rainy days come?

now rainy day has come. come jan, it's gonna wash away bits off my hard-earned dough. the only thing to do is still to go on with the make umbrella plan, but now with a definite discipline. God help me. ah well. come what may. not the end of the day. to look on a brighter side, the baggages i've to bear aren't heavy. kara-addict's cured anyway. hoh. bai new shoes. bai new camera. bai new pc. for now at least. i hope.

cheers for kalers, cheers for holidays! come march, the plan to get out of complacency shall roll. gah. we'll see. =)
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Halough

2008-11-29T11:57:00.005+08:00

happy end of nov =)

smile, you're never fully dressed without one, annie's winamping. my mader's name's anne. haven't seen her and her husband, her grandoter and her other doters for some time already. heard her grandoter's had her first piano lesson last week. how delightful! =D

save $, you're never fully dressed without them enough. you'd need 'em to make umbrella when rainy days come. anne's husband been nagging a lot. i'm listening, i'm listening. i like umbrellas. but christmas is coming. how?

happy putting up o tannenbaum, o tannenbaum =D

若不是現在，那是何時？

2008-10-30T14:25:00.002+08:00

stolen from my cousin:

忙的時候，想要休息；渡假的時候，想到未來。
窮的時候，渴望富有；生活安逸了，怕幸福不能長久。
該決定的時候，擔心結果不如預期；看明白了，後悔當初沒有下定決心。
不屬於自己的，常常心存慾望；握在手裡了，又懷念未擁有前的輕鬆。

生命若不是現在，那是何時？

Still and don't...

2008-10-23T23:44:00.009+08:00

.
...is what many of us still don't see, or never ever thought to see when it comes to this simple but beyond comforting line one could hear from another.

"i'll still be here when you don't need me."
.

Little chrys

2008-10-16T00:07:00.002+08:00

Loves to write =D

My nephew

2008-10-10T15:20:00.002+08:00

I wan nephew. gimme nephew.

Assorted

2008-10-09T23:56:00.033+08:00

life is work is life. constant late-nights for the past 2 weeks. super-slaving over some christmas retail-product catalogue (where i got the post title from. that word's everywhere on every page. assorted. seared in my head.). and i tell you... the next time you come across/receive any nice catalogues, caress it. flip slowly, look at every bladi picture, read every bladi word, i bladi beg u. assorted.
it's always been "why is your hair so thick!" all my life. but lately, it's been "why, is your hair thinning!". help.
it's always yoko-yoko next to my grandmader's bed all my life. i got my very own for the first time last night. don't know how i twisted my upper-left back til it aches when i laugh too hard. and i always can't not laugh too hard. help.
500gb of extra space for the frail but faithful ol' friend. i managed to survive with only 80gb for 8 years. i'm so amazing.
thinking of getting a canon g10 first instead of a pc. should i should i?
i wanna take nais pikchers!
found a long-awaited letter from my duabui fiona stuck to my door one night. the kiut familiar handwriting on a kiut enve enveloping sheets i've been missing so much. our little tradition for more than a decade now and still loving every bit of it.
i love travel scrabble
sudoku's still random boxed numbers
adults do scary things
there's a flasher on the loose lurking around perdana condo, dp. decent looking, backpack-carrying man in his 30s. girls beware. if you're anywhere near. nightime especially. of ways we're plotting to banish him besides bashing him up, louise (our studio head/the victim/very devoted christian) should charge towards him and declare: "brother! let me pray for you!... and your little brother."
i'd be velma if i'm a cartoon character, says paskuahli
shin ying'd be simon yong if i'm a beng-ish man, says rashi
i could be misunderstood as not-straight, says my little new kolig chenny of many names
my fader's turning 60 already
going home tomorrow to celeb woo-hoo =D
assorted
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3 vitagens a day

2008-09-20T23:38:00.004+08:00

RickKwan says:
actually wat r u afraid bout drinking 3 vita a day?
tat u'l b addicted? or scared too mch acidopilus in ur tummy

I say:
i'm just not sure whether it's okay or not

RickKwan says:
eh, if its reli not ok, der'd be big big words
"do nt exceed 1 bottle a day. may bring fatality"

yay.

Ink, watercolour, 3... 4 years ago?

2008-09-17T17:32:00.031+08:00

One of my very few collegework remainings i'm still not cringing looking at. yet. =D was some assignment for... i don't even remember the name of that class. print... collateral... something. long names are bad. a kl fashion week brochure. supposed to have more pages, more details, much much more colours but. procrastinating then was like a hobby. so heh. last-min work.

cover glitz & glamour

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inside
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needle and thread

tom abang saufi .
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sayfol
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zang toi

melinda looi (don't know why the sudden awkward long chunk of vertical text)
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glitter-glue dress

err... random

i have a little urge to add a few pages to this. just for fun. =D miss the old times when i could just get lost drawing for long long hours without feeling tired, and the satisfaction, the 成就感 when things turn out good or better than expected. hoho. but aih. now all i wanna do when i've extra time is sleep. kror. working life is bore-awful. don't work.

oh and tengkiu scanner~ for making this post possible lief@#!

Mia Palencia

2008-08-17T23:55:00.010+08:00

She, i've first known last sat by unintentionally hearing a voice, unfamiliar but so... captivating even from a distance. was so drawn to her soulful vocal leading to where this small stage was set at curve's concourse. squeezed through people, i stood facing her in just simple tee and jeans strumming her guitar a few short feet away, got goosebumped all over grinning to myself and was somehow very quickly hypnotized to want to get her album. (but in the end didn't la cos the line to pay was queued crazylong thanks to crazy borders sale i had to crazypretend i didn't see. so.) went through her song list online and... think i like her live acoustic performance better. heh. was lucky to have bumped into her at the beginning of the show though. lingered long enough to hear a few good songs before getting the canwegonow look from my cousin. hehe. 我爱. =D

080808 bangs!

2008-08-13T20:49:00.012+08:00

It's been a longgg time since the last one. 浏海, 久违了! =D.

Pinkchrys greengrass bluesky

2008-08-10T22:09:00.019+08:00

.

chrys loves outdoor

camera

running

her granpa
.

being my shadow
.

and me =D

a 4 yr-old smarty-pants now

天不怕地不怕, but a very adorable little girl

growing up so quickly, granpa still calls her baby

... if only she can stay one
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星期六

2008-07-26T18:53:00.006+08:00

星期六

天气美

一条木

办公室

可怜人

博升职

没人知

啊

算了吧

Tokidokied: Sy in a red box limited edition

2008-07-21T19:20:00.015+08:00

woo-hoo!

with a free strawjaerry mascot plus matching red singsong outfit. XD

oh and jere said the red boxes turn back to boring brown when the singing stops. what la...

Faces

2008-07-17T21:35:00.025+08:00

There's just something about them that fascinates besides all the intricacy, colors, carvings, handpaintings... agh! from all around they are, those above. 1, 5, 7 from bali. 2, 3 from sabah, but originated from bali if i'm not wrong. 4 from korea. through goog i've learned it's the yangban tal aka the arrogant aristocrat mask, and with a name like that, that fella apparently represents korean smile and hospitality. the irony. heh. 6, 8 made in china venetians. i want huge flamboyant gem-studded gold-plated lace-trimmed ostrich-plumed porcelain handcrafted in venice venetians ar! and... sadly i didn't come across any indian masks in ahmedabad.
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not pretty mer?!
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"no. scary."

"i really dono why you like all this lor..."

"if one day you suddenly hear them talking when u're sleeping how?!"

"不要挂这样多这些东西在你的房间! 不好的啊! 你跟我拿下来了收起来!"

they're pretty! those with pleasant expressions.

oh and... terima kasih banyak contributor-contributor sekalian!

prease remember me when you're going places, you're lovely =D

Tokidokied!

2008-07-17T12:38:00.003+08:00

you should have tokied me with red boxes la jere... XD

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere!

2008-07-09T14:36:00.009+08:00

yes i want. i want it more than i can tell. life's becoming a bore. roar.

so, last month was a poor, poor month. still i waddled through the poorness and went a little poorer paying for b&b the musical last week. though it's not quite my jumpingupanddownenthusiastic pick for a first live international broadway musical... ahem. experience. yar. first. despite being an avid musical fan. but what the heck since it's here easily accessible, if not now when right?

so, i tried not to build up any expectations for the show 'cos people with no expectations are always happier people. =D. but aiya. i think i subconsciously did anyway. it was nice! but... i didn't get overwhelmed. nice shows Always give me goosebumps and make me grin ear-to-ear but there were no goosebumps and ear-to-ear grin! prolly 'cos the sound projection wasn't loud and "surround" enough like ah mi said. felt like... looking at a fish tank instead of diving into the water. not quite engaging if you ask me. agh. SAMOR BLADI AREYOUKIDDINGME NO LIVE ORCHESTRA. and belle's signature gown looked like a big, hard fancy piece of yellow meringue. It could also prolly be knowing almost every line of the songs and the acts throughout. hmm. but i liked the vocals! (even when that strong and handsome brute's masculine voice went all soft when he hit high-notes) i liked fifi! and the cupboard! and the stranger sitting next to me! and the glitters! and the utencils! and the huge bell jar! and how the last petal fell!

so, um. i still can't believe i gave away my first to a musical with no live orchestra la. feel so cheated.

but anyways it's still nice =>

Sfynniyng

2008-07-06T14:16:00.008+08:00

hi rashi, i'm a sad illegibly named chair with my sun-shiney sunday soul sold to work

我难得星期天的天就这样... 卖掉了...

nah. generate your own.

Square

2008-06-30T19:55:00.002+08:00

"I wonder if people who aren't squares sometimes wished they were." – ahmiin

are you a square? i am. =)

Feeshed feet

2008-06-26T13:15:00.003+08:00

Veryveryvery ticklish first dip i almost killed them.

but it's veryveryvery nais, like lynda's red nails. =D

Sigh

2008-06-25T23:58:00.000+08:00

I've been told i sigh a lot lately
my new kolig/studio head was warning me this morn
for every sigh i sigh, i'll have to pay 50cents

thing is, i don't even realise i'm doing it
and now that i'm aware, i find that... i still can't help it somehow
so i try to disguise it with a cough. or a throat clear.

...

*cough*

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要你知道你最美

2008-06-18T00:28:00.010+08:00

Was home. combing her hair, braiding, talking silly, giggling

then she started humming, mumbling a song in her 4 year old lyrics
my mader walked by, looking at her, grinning.
grinning back, she came to the last line, and went:
哎呀呀呀呀呀, 我的po3 po2~
要你知道你最美...
in her little voice, on and on

...

i've always liked that song
but it never sounded so, so beautiful. =>

我的宝贝宝贝　
给你一点甜甜　
让你今夜都好眠　
我的小鬼小鬼　
逗逗你的眉眼　
让你喜欢这世界　

哗啦啦啦啦啦, 我的宝贝　
整个时候有个人陪　

哎呀呀呀呀呀, 我的宝贝
让你知道你最美

- 张悬, 宝贝

Leave ants, leave

2008-06-16T22:12:00.002+08:00

1: agh ants! endless ants!
2: talk to them. tell them to leave. and tell them if they don't, you'll have to kill all of them.
1: go ants, leave. if you don't, i'll have to kill all of you.

my cousin said talk to the ants, they'll listen.
i talked. it's true. they listened. no joke.

if only i could do the same to my flabs.

Thursday morning decap

2008-06-12T11:30:00.015+08:00

This woke me up when i came to ofis all dazed

Weird things always happen whenever i leave work earl

mangki, toilet roll holder and my messy desk

...

i've no work. again. =>

Poppy pod

2008-06-11T17:14:00.006+08:00

I'd be so proud to bloom from that if i'm a flower.

...

i'm at work, but i've no work.

miracles happen!

I feel like...

2008-06-10T16:48:00.001+08:00

making somethin!
somethin like...
digging out plants from ugly plasticpots,
move em into a clear glass jar,
like... this!

my only hope is they'd live.

don't feel like growing, fine.

just... don't die. =)