I was hoping I would remember

i am so weird. i say it in a way that is in no way, a compliment. (most of the time, synonyms of weird make me swell up like a robin)

i really salute the people who are around me. i am moody, grouchy, cranky, crazy when i am dutifully being a girl. for the whole day today, yesterday, the day before yesterday, jeannette, michele and candice have been putting up with my expressionless face. poor jeannette, she was relating to me about her life as usual and i nodded that i heard and continued staring at the blank table in front of me. she had to laugh at her own jokes. basically candice just ignored me like she would, and michele just followed candice. but i am still very apologetic about my behavior.

i realized some of the flaws in people that i dont like and i havent been able to deal with it until i just had some reminder by life. i’ve always known that i am too much of a delicate flower with everything nice in my life, i’ve also always wanted to change that. i want to be tough, but i am just not. sometimes when i think i have changed, i would look in disgust at other people whom i think, are spoiled. it has never really occurred to me that i am pretty much no different.

it’s a very sad thing when you have been visiting your own blog yourself and reading what you wrote yourself. but since there are SO many zillions of people on earth, each has their life story, all expressing themselves, i guess i dont really mind people not bothering about what i have to say, because i hardly care what others have to say too and i cant seem to take this blog seriously. it’s just for the fun of it.

i tolerate you because i am your friend, but it gets disturbing listening to you:
1) talk about yourself too much as if no one else existed
2) praise yourself
3) praise yourself of something you think you can achieve, but know nuts about it and have never tried doing it
4) take pride in whatever-it-is you are good at

that’s all.

i have a feeling i do all of the above too sometimes. i have been trying very hard not to. to an extend that i dont talk, it’s all good now.

for the first time in a very long time (almost an entire year), i have finally missed my long locks. when it is long enough to cover my insecurities and enchant unknowing people, i shall want to dye it in this color that no one will be able to place their finger on what color it is. “it’s blue” “no, it’s red” “it looks green to me” “it’s yellow!”

i can’t wait.

Pretense

this is me blogging from the darkest corner of my room, layaning myself because i refuse to let anyone invade my private alone time reading, disturbing my peace.

this is me blogging saying nothing, confusing myself with the purpose of blogging because i dont want to say anything yet i am trying to say something that i do not want to share.

today, actually, for quite some time, i have been thoroughly annoyed by my pettiness of not being able to accept other people’s way of thinking and talking while all the while think and talk in such a way that people cannot stand. i would apologize but being the person i am, i didnt. and as a result, half-sulking here in my room pretending i am alright with everything everyone elses do and say that i do not agree with. it is just an act of course, i will be going to sleep rather soon.

happy merdeka to fellow malaysians and non-malaysians, may our food live a long and healthy life.

i am also rather annoyed at other people’s lack of ability to understand and laugh at my jokes. i very truthfully admit that i have no intention to acknowledge that there might be a possibility that it is my joke that is moldy and sour. i also have a craving for garlic bread.

i dont like people who are too sure of themselves, people who have no qualms of making a decision based on their own predictions, and people who dont care what others think about them. i dont like them because i am not much better myself. i am not sure of myself, have utmost qualms of making any decision, and i care what others think of me. i never want to be a cynic, but i am unavoidably a very bad hypocrite. it is very bad.

this is a picture of the street outside my house. i risked my life standing in the middle of the road just to take this picture for my blog. as you can see, there was a very heavy traffic, i could have been knocked down any second. the color of the plants are also actually not so vibrant, i increased the saturation of the picture by forty just to make it look annoying. like me.

this is a picture of my pathetic life.

this is a picture of the insides of a tattered, torn-down looking school bus. it is one of my favorite pictures.

sometimes, i wish my readers would be more automatic visiting my blog without having me to keep updating it to entertain, but of course, i kid.

U-Turns

… usually mean for those who want or need to turn back around for whatever reasons. usually mean in a negative way. but sometimes in a road trip, a journey, a U-turn is necessary for us to get to our destination.

that’s just how the road’s supposed to be.
that’s just how life’s supposed to be.

If you simply have to be somewhere you’d rather not be, don’t make the little time a bad time.

假期要来了

现在超想跟雪芸凯晶思丝炜婷唱K的!

到一个我自己去下载我们常点的中文歌 自己播来听的境界 哈哈

我开始忍不住想家了!

这个月过得很快 根本没有想家到

有一天我发现我的钱莫名的少很多 很懊恼

看看日期 原来月底了 没有发现到

每次计划回家的时候都会忍不住写出来回家了要干嘛

1)吃!!马来新年 我家邻居一定有很多好料等着我们!

2)吃!!跟班上同学去到处够力够力吃!火锅什么都来吧!

3)吃!!!久久才能吃一次的家常便饭 以前还真的是把它们当理所当然的啊 唉~

4)游泳、爬山、骑脚车

5)唱K!

6)找我外婆跟我弟弟去玩

有点受不了了~ 想冲回家!

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today is a public holiday over here in selangor. my fever has subsided but it has also left me with cold sweat all the time, really sensitive nerves on my back, painful eyes and a small appetite.

this morning, i gave up tossing and turning, drifting in and out of sleep, got up and went for a walk. the sky was cloudy, the streets were quiet, the houses were sleeping and save for 7-11, the rest of the shop lots were still closed.

i walked a small circle around half of the streets, the houses looked quite quaint, i’ve never thought about it this way. i would have took some pictures, but i realized that my pictures are no good, i cant sum up the magic in it, it will just look like another picture. and i reckon our imagination would pretty-fy it better.

sometimes when i dont feel like being an extrovert/introvert anymore for a while, im always afraid that there will be sirens and red warning lights screaming, ‘imposter!’

im innocent. i just need a break.

Down

i thought better of spamming people’s facebook ‘most recent’ news feed with my trivia life details, and came here instead!

i dont know what’s going on, but if anyone could fall sick because of a very happening week, it would be me, i did it. was it because i didnt drink enough water? or because i didnt had dinner last night? or because i ate too much egg sandwiches? that is causing me to feel like my face is fiery hot, my eyes blood-shot, my nose running like tap water and my grammar cacat.

well, had dinner with mich, candice and brendon just now. we’ve decided to make it a weekly thing! im so happy i have a LIFE! whooooo!! hawker food once a week, mindless chatting, lame jokes that even we ourselves cannot stand, how GOOD is life!

i’ll blog again when im feeling better. i have pictures i want to share.

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Pocketful of Treasure

PostSecret

Some of the quotes:

Eat breakfast.

Look people in the eyes when you are talking or listening to them.

Libraries are a good place. The books are free there, and it smells great.

If you can’t draw as well as someone, or use the software as well, or if you do not have as much money to buy supplies, or if you do not have access to the tools they have, beat them by being more thoughtful. Thoughtfulness is free and burns on time and empathy.

Keep two books on your nightstand at all times: one fiction, one non-fiction.

Think about what experiences you have that many others do not. Then, think of what experiences you have that almost everyone else has. Then, mix those two things and try to make someone cry or laugh or feel understood.

Take things away until you cry.

Learn to write, and not school-style writing.

If you say “retro” too much you will get hives and maybe die.

If you meet a person who cares about the same obscure things you do, hold on to them for dear life.

When you ride the bus, imagine that you are looking at everything from the point of view of someone else on the ride. If you walk, look up on the way there and down on the way back.

Most important things happen at a table. Food, friends, discussion, ideas, work, peace talks, and war plans.

Everything is interesting to someone. That thing that you think is bad is probably just not for you.

Second-person writing is usually heavy-handed, like all of this.

Be suspicious of lists, advice, and lists of advice.

Frank Chimero

How I Met Your Close Friend

today was a very extraordinary day.

jianyee is one of ruwen’s close friends. i am ruwen’s soulmate. so it’s the close-friends-&-soulmate meeting today when jianyee & i went out for lunch together at uncle seng’s handmade noodles. it started at 1pm, then when we finished lunch, we decided to go window shopping at the boutiques around here. we went to clothestory, and apparently spent SEVEN hours there.

if you may think it’s completely marie-antoinette of us to stay in just one boutique for seven hours, let me elaborate.

at first, i was skeptical about even going to a boutique because i cant shop.

i cant shop as in every chinese new year when we’re supposed to be crazily shopping for new clothes, i buy one normal tee-shirt and stick with it throughout the festive season, when the rest of the girls are parading their clown-clothes, changing in and out of them throughout the day like in a fashion show. i just wear my tee-shirt & jeans, sit in the kitchen and pick my ba-guas. :D

i cant shop as in i need know that i have this much to spend then only i will shop with the amount. and right now, my cash is so limited that i only have enough to eat for the rest of the month. thus, not in the mood to shop.

i cant shop as in i simply cannot buy anything that is not black or white. that used to be then, i’ve been improving, i’ve been buying clothes that are wholly in other colors. just not with patterns, prints and all, i cant bear it.

anyway. so when i walked in the shop, jianyee straight away went for the clothes on the rack and into the fitting room within 2 minutes. i did a little stroll around one of the racks, trying to look polite and sat down on the sofa, with full intention to finish reading the book in my hands.

the salesgirl started talking, jianyee started asking questions, they both took more clothes for jianyee to try on, i looked at them amused, listened to them talk. and in the end, i stood up and look around more, picked out clothes when no one’s looking because i always tend to feel self-conscious of what people’d think of my taste in clothes when they are looking at me browsing the clothes. in the end, we just sat down and talked like old friends.

the one dress jianyee didnt buy.

talking to April is very, very comfortable. she has that innocence of a fairy girl (or that was how it seemed like throughout the seven hours), she is honest and she didnt give us the impression of a haughty, judging salesgirl we would find in G200k or Forever21. she’s the kind of person you very easily get comfortable talking to.

jianyee and i settled for the conclusion – she’s from kluang, she’s a johorian. with all due respect to KL people, she is NOT the typical kind of KL people. i like how April did not try to force any clothes on me when i didnt look comfortable being there at first.

she told us a lot about herself, how clothestory began in the first place, and in return, we talked a little bit about ourselves. i’ve always had the impression that boutiques’ salesgirls are the ones who would sell anything on the rack to you no matter your/their opinions, as long as you have the money, here’s a big smile for you!

but April told us about how clothestory is catered for college students because that’s who her regular customers are. the price, the style of clothes are all what we students would buy. furthermore, she only has only one for every single design, size & color, so people wont be wearing the same thing on the streets. most of her clothes are directly from korea, taiwan & hongkong, she travels there every three months to bring in new stocks.

i think she’s awesome. it’s so near also! ah im so happy i found a boutique i’d actually like visiting again. price-wise, salesgirl-wise, boutique-feeling-wise, clothes-wise, location-wise. this might sound like an advertorial shiz, but i am not paid to write this. this is from deep-down the bottom of my heart. i really like clothestory, and im not afraid to share.

dont worry, i will only spend what i earn. i know my limits.

anyway, after i finally dragged jianyee out of the shop because she just couldnt stop buying clothes she stumbled upon that she looked nice in, which was EVERYTHING, we went for dinner at around 8:30pm for the most awesome-cheap fruit juice ever!

SS15 is awesomo :D

in conclusion, the real one that matters, close-friend & soulmate of ruwen clicked! :D

the best thing:

i came back and saw this

haha damn touched.

Posh much?

michele got us reservations for lunch at tangerine today. tangerine is one of the student-handling restaurants in taylor’s lakeside campus. where hospitality students get to practice their serving skills on white mice customers.

we were told it was RM10 per person, but eventually found out that it was RM15 per person for everything (appetizer, main course & dessert). extra RM3 for drinks though. again, we didnt know that until the bill came. it was kind of obvious the waiters and the kitchen were just as confused as each other. im not sure how much of training or learning they went through, kenneth’s 18, we asked, so probably cant be much i guess.

jeannette’s my lunch date! the few rules are, only diners who made reservations the day before, are welcomed to dine-in. semi-formal attire is required (no shorts, slippers or jeans).

throughout lunch, jeannette and i were insanely hyper, laughing at anything, everything. what i didnt quite like was how they separated us into pairs. geez, cant we all sit together? we got kenneth – a quite nice boy to serve us. and did we annoy him. :D

we kind of also didnt had the chance to actually order anything because they had the full course on the menu. no choice given. jeannette hated the pumpkin soup (i licked mine clean, figuratively speaking); i didnt know how to eat a chicken (that looked really, just like a bird) with fork & knife, ended up scraping desperately at the meat, eventually i just gave up. didnt eat much of the main course, while jeannette finished hers.

but we did agree on something. the dessert. some pie with apricot in it. it was really good, the type of food i dont mind eating for the rest of the month. we did scrap off the cream though, neither of us like whipped cream. or any other cream to be exact.

and that was that.

this ring came from childhood, i wear it sometimes in my life to remind myself of the magic, sweetness, love & colors of it, that if i were to be trapped in whirlpools of difficulties, struggles, i slip on this ring, think about all the lovely things about it, & pull myself out of my despair. it’s just a ring, but i try to believe otherwise. :)

these are the books, wait, let me say this again, THE BOOKS kind Ms Ngim borrowed me!

I AM SO HAPPYYYYYYYIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh. this.

i came back home and had this.

the end wtf.