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This is Fushi... The very cute baby that Kit Loong "adopted" (He's actually his lil cousin)
He complained that there isn't any pic on him here, so here it is... a big fat photo of him posted the wrong way!
SMelly Feet! Yikes!!! This is Fushi... The very cute baby that Kit Loong "adopted" (He's actually his lil cousin) He complained that there isn't any pic on him here, so here it is... a big fat photo of him posted the wrong way!SMelly Feet! Yikes!!!
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Using the newly bought phone to take photo at kfc. Saw lee hom at sg wang too.. He's so cute! Too bad we haven got the phone at that time so there's no picture of him.
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The above post is sent online through a feature call BlogIt, using my new W850i. After checking my credit, i realise that it cost me a grand TWO BUCKS ++ to just send that miserable picture and some text online!!! Duh... BUt still..... I love my new phone! At least I can take some pictures that live up to their name, not just dots and colours blurred together!
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I can't believe it!!! I just can't.
Who could believe I was stopped, AGAIN, by the traffic police on FEDERAL highway, a mere 2 days after my first incident? Worst of luck.
Thursday, after my Econs tuition (sigh, who takes tuition nowadays), I drove past the spot where i was found guilty for not putting on the road tax. The police was there again, but none even as glance at my car when i drove past, as they were busy negotiating their "terms" with the grumpy-looking owners of the line of cars.
Just when I thought eveything would turn up better today, i suddenly saw a row of road-blockers put on outer lane of the highway, forcing me to go into the left lanes, and the worst part is, the damn police was there, waving a red flag right infront of my car!
Sighing, I rolled down the side window. This time, the charge is speeding.
"Ah Moi, jangan laju sangat la... Sini 80 tau... Mana lesen?"
Frustrated that I had been asked for my license TWICE in 3 days, I passed him mine. He scrutinised it, and peered over to the front part of my car. Then he looked at me, and LET ME PASS!
I practically flew away.
Who could believe I was stopped, AGAIN, by the traffic police on FEDERAL highway, a mere 2 days after my first incident? Worst of luck.
Thursday, after my Econs tuition (sigh, who takes tuition nowadays), I drove past the spot where i was found guilty for not putting on the road tax. The police was there again, but none even as glance at my car when i drove past, as they were busy negotiating their "terms" with the grumpy-looking owners of the line of cars.
Just when I thought eveything would turn up better today, i suddenly saw a row of road-blockers put on outer lane of the highway, forcing me to go into the left lanes, and the worst part is, the damn police was there, waving a red flag right infront of my car!
Sighing, I rolled down the side window. This time, the charge is speeding.
"Ah Moi, jangan laju sangat la... Sini 80 tau... Mana lesen?"
Frustrated that I had been asked for my license TWICE in 3 days, I passed him mine. He scrutinised it, and peered over to the front part of my car. Then he looked at me, and LET ME PASS!
I practically flew away.
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Just like every other college day, I headed to my “car-park” (a.k.a the pool of sand in front of some housing area) to drive back home. The only difference is, this time, instead of the usual uneventful ride home, right when I turn out from a round-a-bout, I was stopped by the police.
The police signaled me to pull aside. Thinking that it was a mistake as I had my seat belt on, wasn’t speeding, and did nothing I knew of that violate the undang-undang, I was prepared to let him check and go off. He denoted that I roll down the window, and I meekly did so.
“Rodex,” He said. I was puzzled. What on earth is that?
“Rodex,” There it goes again. Or maybe he meant “Rolex”. I did not wore any watch or any watch-look-alike on my bare wrist and could not think of anything that triggered him to say so.
“Mana Rodex?” He was starting to get impatient. It was then that I finally caught what he meant. Road Tax!
Stupidly, I asked him, “Road tax, ya, kenapa?” I didn’t know what the hell road tax has to do with him stopping my car, and certainly didn’t know what was wrong, yet.
“Rodex mana?” He persisted.
Being as blur as ever, I shot him back, “ Road Tax mana?”
“TU!” He pointed at the sticker on the left side of the windscreen.
“Ya, kenapa?”
He was frustrated. “Expire!”
I stole a look at the sticker, OH Mee God. 2005?!! That’s history!
“Macam mana?” I stammered.
“ Ni, nak saman tau? Tau?”
“Okay…”
“SAMAN tau?? Saman?!!”
“Ya”
He must have thought I was incredibly stupid, so he said, “Call bapak.”
Again, I obediently followed, hoping my dad would pick up. I was in luck. He picked it up at the last ring.
“Daddy,” I screamed. “Did you not pay the R-o-a-d T-a-x ?”
“I did.”
“But the police here had just stopped me, so, obviously, you did not.”
“There’s two sticker there, the new one’s at the bottom.”
I cast a glance at the police and pointed. He bellowed, “Moi, tu 2006 Nowembe. NOWEMBE tau? Turun tengok. Turun.”
I ignored him and asked my dad, “what now?”
“Let me speak to him.”
I passed the phone to him. My heart missed a beat when he pressed my precious phone against his greasy head. He repeated the whole “Rodex incident” to my dad and with some “ Ni P license tau?”, “ SAMAN tau?” “You KL nak datang jauh la, tak boleh”, “SAMAN ya?”, “Betul SAMAN ya?”, “Memang expire,” “Tak Boleh,” “So, SAMAN anak ni ya?”, he grudgingly handed the phone back to me and said, “Bapak suruh Saman.”
Seeing I was quiet, he added, “Moi dating dari mana?” He eyed my bag with a hard to read impression, “College ke?”
Somehow a voice in my mind told me it was unwise to tell him the truth, I answered, “ tak la, ambil orang. Saya ni tak sekolah.”
“ You ni P tau?”
“ya, kenapa?”
“P lah! Ni point!” He seethed, poking furiously at my now handed over P license.
“Point berapa?”
“Sepulo! Lima Belas gantung tau?”
“Aiyok, jadi nak macam mana?” I started to sweat.
“Ambiek undang lagi la. Boleh macam mana? Bapak tu tak nak belanja pun,”
Finally he let it slip.
“Ya ke?”
“Kamu ni ada berapa?”
I opened up my purse. Shit, my entire month’s allowance was in there. Luckily for me, only 20 was laid out, the rest was bundled up behind a hair saloon coupon.
“Dua puluh la”, I showed him half the content of my purse, blocking the rest.
“Sikit saja, tapi, ni student saya boleh tolong la. Boleh la…”
“I extracted the bill (with some difficulty as I was still trying to block the rest of my hard-earned-money in the process), and raised it to him. He rapidly pushed my hand downwards and hushed, “Letak bawah license,” Still in a trance, I did as I was told. I barely heard his last comment, “lain kali jangan a?” when I stepped on the accelerator and was more than happy to speed off, cursing over and over again his name in my head.
The police signaled me to pull aside. Thinking that it was a mistake as I had my seat belt on, wasn’t speeding, and did nothing I knew of that violate the undang-undang, I was prepared to let him check and go off. He denoted that I roll down the window, and I meekly did so.
“Rodex,” He said. I was puzzled. What on earth is that?
“Rodex,” There it goes again. Or maybe he meant “Rolex”. I did not wore any watch or any watch-look-alike on my bare wrist and could not think of anything that triggered him to say so.
“Mana Rodex?” He was starting to get impatient. It was then that I finally caught what he meant. Road Tax!
Stupidly, I asked him, “Road tax, ya, kenapa?” I didn’t know what the hell road tax has to do with him stopping my car, and certainly didn’t know what was wrong, yet.
“Rodex mana?” He persisted.
Being as blur as ever, I shot him back, “ Road Tax mana?”
“TU!” He pointed at the sticker on the left side of the windscreen.
“Ya, kenapa?”
He was frustrated. “Expire!”
I stole a look at the sticker, OH Mee God. 2005?!! That’s history!
“Macam mana?” I stammered.
“ Ni, nak saman tau? Tau?”
“Okay…”
“SAMAN tau?? Saman?!!”
“Ya”
He must have thought I was incredibly stupid, so he said, “Call bapak.”
Again, I obediently followed, hoping my dad would pick up. I was in luck. He picked it up at the last ring.
“Daddy,” I screamed. “Did you not pay the R-o-a-d T-a-x ?”
“I did.”
“But the police here had just stopped me, so, obviously, you did not.”
“There’s two sticker there, the new one’s at the bottom.”
I cast a glance at the police and pointed. He bellowed, “Moi, tu 2006 Nowembe. NOWEMBE tau? Turun tengok. Turun.”
I ignored him and asked my dad, “what now?”
“Let me speak to him.”
I passed the phone to him. My heart missed a beat when he pressed my precious phone against his greasy head. He repeated the whole “Rodex incident” to my dad and with some “ Ni P license tau?”, “ SAMAN tau?” “You KL nak datang jauh la, tak boleh”, “SAMAN ya?”, “Betul SAMAN ya?”, “Memang expire,” “Tak Boleh,” “So, SAMAN anak ni ya?”, he grudgingly handed the phone back to me and said, “Bapak suruh Saman.”
Seeing I was quiet, he added, “Moi dating dari mana?” He eyed my bag with a hard to read impression, “College ke?”
Somehow a voice in my mind told me it was unwise to tell him the truth, I answered, “ tak la, ambil orang. Saya ni tak sekolah.”
“ You ni P tau?”
“ya, kenapa?”
“P lah! Ni point!” He seethed, poking furiously at my now handed over P license.
“Point berapa?”
“Sepulo! Lima Belas gantung tau?”
“Aiyok, jadi nak macam mana?” I started to sweat.
“Ambiek undang lagi la. Boleh macam mana? Bapak tu tak nak belanja pun,”
Finally he let it slip.
“Ya ke?”
“Kamu ni ada berapa?”
I opened up my purse. Shit, my entire month’s allowance was in there. Luckily for me, only 20 was laid out, the rest was bundled up behind a hair saloon coupon.
“Dua puluh la”, I showed him half the content of my purse, blocking the rest.
“Sikit saja, tapi, ni student saya boleh tolong la. Boleh la…”
“I extracted the bill (with some difficulty as I was still trying to block the rest of my hard-earned-money in the process), and raised it to him. He rapidly pushed my hand downwards and hushed, “Letak bawah license,” Still in a trance, I did as I was told. I barely heard his last comment, “lain kali jangan a?” when I stepped on the accelerator and was more than happy to speed off, cursing over and over again his name in my head.
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Year 2006, to me, was an eventful one; I’ve made friends, found new experience, had some heart-wrenching life lessons, laughed, cried, and grew up (or at least, in size)
Skip this part if you must, cause I would be faithfully listing down what happened to me for the last entire year, boring you readers to death.
At the beginning of the year, I began a whole new phase of my life in Taylor’s College, now known as Taylor’s University College, uh, like it makes a difference to us students. Growing up in a Chinese speaking family and having studied my entire secondary-school syllabus in Malay for 5 years, you can imagine my anxiety when I first step foot in the highschool-like building.
I could still vividly recall the first few days in my college, which I spent switching around classes (/colleges) and struggling among options of pursuing bio-science or business. Two weeks later, I finally settled down in PB2, opting for accountancy. Months later, it’s my moment of getting my SPM results and of course, preparing for the JPA interview. My SPM results was not I expected but no, I really don’t want to talk about how did my JPA interview ended. Well, guess it’s rather obvious, as I am still here in miserable Malaysia, not battling with the cold somewhere In Europe or tackling food-poisoning in India.
Around mid-year, just like its precedents, everything in my life went down the drain, or maybe it was just my mood that fell into the pit. I felt alienated among my friends, I met transport problems to college, I received my dreadful results from college admin, I faced never-ending quarrelling and breakup sessions with my boyfriend, and I pondered on all the what-if’s. Why, it seems just alike my year 2005!
Certainly, a year wouldn’t be complete without its joyous moments. Did I mention I started my blog this year around March? Haha, that’s something worth celebrating. And not to forget all the surprise party (gathering in disguise) that I had with my fellow 5sc1 member. Thanks again for that fabulous moment that would rot with me in my grave (whoa, what am I talking about?).
Though I am regretting it now, I dropped business studies. With all the free slots in my timetable, I began skipping classes, (I’d never went to the extra-classes that Ms Jean conducted, which explains why my Econs sucks) just to rush home to either go hang out with Pig or sleep. I shun thinking what would appear on my results slip when it’s disclosed.
Anyway, life began to get busy when the year’s nearing its end. I attended a toastmaster’s talk, which was an eye-opener to me, rushed around to complete my UCAS personal statement, searched on the net for Uni’s to apply for and also went to the first 2 concerts in my life! And I’ve got the complimentary tickets for both! right after the semester 2 ended, I went into HLG securities and worked (learned) for 2 weeks, which was a whole new experience to me. I had learned to appreciate student life more and grumble less about homework and exams! Then it’s Christmas and suddenly the year is over. The countdown trip at Genting was cooler than at Bukit Bintang, and I mean literally. Eventhough I had just been there one month ago with Pig, it’s still pretty refreshing and I had a tremendous time celebrating and welcoming 2007.
Happie New Year everyone! With a chance to go to UK to further my studies, I am hoping real hard I have the courage to move on without any regrets, and hopefully this would be a fruitful year for me… And of course, to any of you reading this blog, all the best!
Skip this part if you must, cause I would be faithfully listing down what happened to me for the last entire year, boring you readers to death.
At the beginning of the year, I began a whole new phase of my life in Taylor’s College, now known as Taylor’s University College, uh, like it makes a difference to us students. Growing up in a Chinese speaking family and having studied my entire secondary-school syllabus in Malay for 5 years, you can imagine my anxiety when I first step foot in the highschool-like building.
I could still vividly recall the first few days in my college, which I spent switching around classes (/colleges) and struggling among options of pursuing bio-science or business. Two weeks later, I finally settled down in PB2, opting for accountancy. Months later, it’s my moment of getting my SPM results and of course, preparing for the JPA interview. My SPM results was not I expected but no, I really don’t want to talk about how did my JPA interview ended. Well, guess it’s rather obvious, as I am still here in miserable Malaysia, not battling with the cold somewhere In Europe or tackling food-poisoning in India.
Around mid-year, just like its precedents, everything in my life went down the drain, or maybe it was just my mood that fell into the pit. I felt alienated among my friends, I met transport problems to college, I received my dreadful results from college admin, I faced never-ending quarrelling and breakup sessions with my boyfriend, and I pondered on all the what-if’s. Why, it seems just alike my year 2005!
Certainly, a year wouldn’t be complete without its joyous moments. Did I mention I started my blog this year around March? Haha, that’s something worth celebrating. And not to forget all the surprise party (gathering in disguise) that I had with my fellow 5sc1 member. Thanks again for that fabulous moment that would rot with me in my grave (whoa, what am I talking about?).
Though I am regretting it now, I dropped business studies. With all the free slots in my timetable, I began skipping classes, (I’d never went to the extra-classes that Ms Jean conducted, which explains why my Econs sucks) just to rush home to either go hang out with Pig or sleep. I shun thinking what would appear on my results slip when it’s disclosed.
Anyway, life began to get busy when the year’s nearing its end. I attended a toastmaster’s talk, which was an eye-opener to me, rushed around to complete my UCAS personal statement, searched on the net for Uni’s to apply for and also went to the first 2 concerts in my life! And I’ve got the complimentary tickets for both! right after the semester 2 ended, I went into HLG securities and worked (learned) for 2 weeks, which was a whole new experience to me. I had learned to appreciate student life more and grumble less about homework and exams! Then it’s Christmas and suddenly the year is over. The countdown trip at Genting was cooler than at Bukit Bintang, and I mean literally. Eventhough I had just been there one month ago with Pig, it’s still pretty refreshing and I had a tremendous time celebrating and welcoming 2007.
Happie New Year everyone! With a chance to go to UK to further my studies, I am hoping real hard I have the courage to move on without any regrets, and hopefully this would be a fruitful year for me… And of course, to any of you reading this blog, all the best!
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On the last day of 2006, I wake up (late, as usual) and hastily pack a shirt, a facial cleanser, some cash, and not to forget, my festive spirit, and wave goodbye to my Grandma. Kitloong’s parents fetch us to Maluri LRT station and we begin our journey exactly like what we did 1 month ago, with the exception of having FuShi (Kitloong’s second cousin) crying goodbye in the car.
After the same bumpy ride up, we reach Genting bus terminal at around 5pm. We decide not to stay over at ShiuhFeng and the gang’s place as, I am sorry to say this, their plan is a bit too jumbled up and we really don’t know what’s going on for, up untill 2 weeks before that, I don’t even know if their plan is still on. So, feeling generous without having to pay for the room rates, Kitloong treats me with a pint of Baskin Robbin’s ice-cream which we enjoy in the oh-so-cold weather.
Then we receive a call from Sengloong, who wants to meet up for dinner. We spend 20 minutes standing in front of the escalator, waiting for them, only to realize that they have already started dining at KFC, failing to notify us. Duh. In the end they only come to meet us when we are wolfing down our burger at the electricity-less MarryBrown.
The next 2 hours are spent walking around to find a spot to countdown. At one point of time all of us sit on the train and take hilarious photos and the boys even suggest taking photos with pretty girls walking by. Well, none of them manage to work up the courage to actually DO it. Too bad.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Boom! YooHOo!!!! We finally decide to join the 2007 countdown with the crowd outside, ditching Yu Heng’s performance at Genting Timesquare. Snow flakes are sprayed everywhere despite the tight security up there. Luckily I brought along a cap, or else I would end up like the guys, with bubbles in their hair and eyes, poor Yuanruh.
Ohh, it’s sooo difficult to write about things happening on 2 different years on the same page. Well, on 1st of January 2007, right after the countdown, we approach the Awana Skyline station only to realize that there’s a long queue awaiting their ride with grumpy and exhausted expressions. WaiFai and his girl are among them, quite in front of the line. After another half an hour debating whether we should wait, go into the pub (hey, we’re 18!), or just hail a cab back to Awana… you know how it is with a big group, they finally decide upon the last option and off we go, leaving Genting and our 2006’s memory behind us.
You might start to wonder, I thought you said you are not joining them to stay at Awana? Well, we admit that having a room to stay is better than chilling our butts off in the cold night after all. *hehe. I followed them to their President’s suite at the top floor. Oh my, no wonder it cost them a hefty 700++. The suite consists of 2 rooms on top, taken by ShihAng and WaiFai + their counterparts (I wonder why did they arrange it that way); and another room at the bottom with a kitchenette and a living room, where the remainding 14 of us have to squeeze into.
Anyway, we spend the rest of the night fooling around and of course, surrendering to the temptation of closing our eyes and snooze without any blanket on, and thus, chilling our butts off through the night.
What feels like 5 minutes after that, I am awaken by the noise of people slurping instant noodles. Being the last to wake up, Kitloong and I decide to join them for basketball and swimming later. After we pack out stuffs, we set out to look for them. 10… 15… 20… minutes of searching around, we still couldn’t identify a single trace of their footsteps, and so we give up and doze off again.
It is only when we are on our way back to KL that I finally see ShihAng’s girlfriend. I’ve heard that she’s a girl he met at work and that some of them don’t really like her as she’s too cool towards us. Well, she does look older than us, probably that’s why she didn’t bother to mix around.
At about12:30, we check out and board the bus back to KL. As we didn’t pay for the room rates yet we stayed overnight, Kitloong bigheartedly offers to pay for all the bus fare (I am still not used to him being that generous) But of course, I pay my part.
This might be the last trip that I go with my friends here before leaving KL; it might even be the last trip which it could still be called a 5sc1 trip. So, let’s keep all the happy memories and anticipate the next one that we may have, be it the next year or fifty years in the future.
After the same bumpy ride up, we reach Genting bus terminal at around 5pm. We decide not to stay over at ShiuhFeng and the gang’s place as, I am sorry to say this, their plan is a bit too jumbled up and we really don’t know what’s going on for, up untill 2 weeks before that, I don’t even know if their plan is still on. So, feeling generous without having to pay for the room rates, Kitloong treats me with a pint of Baskin Robbin’s ice-cream which we enjoy in the oh-so-cold weather.
Then we receive a call from Sengloong, who wants to meet up for dinner. We spend 20 minutes standing in front of the escalator, waiting for them, only to realize that they have already started dining at KFC, failing to notify us. Duh. In the end they only come to meet us when we are wolfing down our burger at the electricity-less MarryBrown.
The next 2 hours are spent walking around to find a spot to countdown. At one point of time all of us sit on the train and take hilarious photos and the boys even suggest taking photos with pretty girls walking by. Well, none of them manage to work up the courage to actually DO it. Too bad.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Boom! YooHOo!!!! We finally decide to join the 2007 countdown with the crowd outside, ditching Yu Heng’s performance at Genting Timesquare. Snow flakes are sprayed everywhere despite the tight security up there. Luckily I brought along a cap, or else I would end up like the guys, with bubbles in their hair and eyes, poor Yuanruh.
Ohh, it’s sooo difficult to write about things happening on 2 different years on the same page. Well, on 1st of January 2007, right after the countdown, we approach the Awana Skyline station only to realize that there’s a long queue awaiting their ride with grumpy and exhausted expressions. WaiFai and his girl are among them, quite in front of the line. After another half an hour debating whether we should wait, go into the pub (hey, we’re 18!), or just hail a cab back to Awana… you know how it is with a big group, they finally decide upon the last option and off we go, leaving Genting and our 2006’s memory behind us.
You might start to wonder, I thought you said you are not joining them to stay at Awana? Well, we admit that having a room to stay is better than chilling our butts off in the cold night after all. *hehe. I followed them to their President’s suite at the top floor. Oh my, no wonder it cost them a hefty 700++. The suite consists of 2 rooms on top, taken by ShihAng and WaiFai + their counterparts (I wonder why did they arrange it that way); and another room at the bottom with a kitchenette and a living room, where the remainding 14 of us have to squeeze into.
Anyway, we spend the rest of the night fooling around and of course, surrendering to the temptation of closing our eyes and snooze without any blanket on, and thus, chilling our butts off through the night.
What feels like 5 minutes after that, I am awaken by the noise of people slurping instant noodles. Being the last to wake up, Kitloong and I decide to join them for basketball and swimming later. After we pack out stuffs, we set out to look for them. 10… 15… 20… minutes of searching around, we still couldn’t identify a single trace of their footsteps, and so we give up and doze off again.
It is only when we are on our way back to KL that I finally see ShihAng’s girlfriend. I’ve heard that she’s a girl he met at work and that some of them don’t really like her as she’s too cool towards us. Well, she does look older than us, probably that’s why she didn’t bother to mix around.
At about12:30, we check out and board the bus back to KL. As we didn’t pay for the room rates yet we stayed overnight, Kitloong bigheartedly offers to pay for all the bus fare (I am still not used to him being that generous) But of course, I pay my part.
This might be the last trip that I go with my friends here before leaving KL; it might even be the last trip which it could still be called a 5sc1 trip. So, let’s keep all the happy memories and anticipate the next one that we may have, be it the next year or fifty years in the future.
