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When you are well into holiday mood- you know, the days when you just wander from your room to TVarea, flip through 20 channels, stare at the clock fascinated by its ability to make our lives so much more hectic then our ancestors, and daydreaming about what will happen between you and your recent crush- you tend to do something you wouldn't normally do, something silly like actually entertaining another bored fella.
I was peacefully cruising the net when the familiar trung trung sound of a Msn message burst out from my speaker (I forgot to lower the volume after watching a YouTube video on a first pregnant guy ever). It’s a message from Melaka”boy !! , a guy I only chat with once.
===This is only part of the conversation, the entire thing is over ONE hour. (I know what you are thinking, I am somewhat BORED)
Melaka"boy!! says:
妹
melaka"boy!! says:
你懂我是谁人没有的哦〉？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
not really
melaka"boy!! says:
你是海云没有哦？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
no
who on earth is hai yun???
melaka"boy!! says:
哎哟，我要跟他讲话嘛
melaka"boy!! says:
那你是他的谁人哦？(you are so damn rude)
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
i duno who is hai yun
melaka"boy!! says:
这个就是他的acc
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
wat the hell. this is my account
melaka"boy!! says:
那里有可能
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
wat do u wan me to say?!!!
melaka"boy!! says:
我以前认识他的时候，他都告诉我，他叫海云
I told you I am not her! Stop bugging me! god, this is annoying.
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，他时常都是用这个acc跟我聊天的
melaka"boy!! says:
你那里是kelantan吗〉
melaka"boy!! says:
你是男子女子？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
i m a gal
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，对阿
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
except that i m also a gal... i m not hai yun, I am not from Kelantan, and I definitely do not know u. in case u don’t know, this account’s username is lhexin… see? No sane ‘hai yun’ will put her name under hexin right?
melaka"boy!! says:
你叫什么名字哦?我跟过那个女子的人讲话过的叻
melaka"boy!! says:
哎哟 (really, I am the one who should be ‘aiyor-ing’)
melaka"boy!! says:
可是我是真的跟你这个acc聊天过的叻
melaka"boy!! says:
你放你的照片出来可以没有哦？
Why would i LIE??? This is biting into my nerve endings.
===After what seems like endless accuations of me cheating and lying...
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，我要忙了，对不起哦。刚才是误会来的。我弄明白了，再告诉你哦。拜拜 。晚安
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
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I was peacefully cruising the net when the familiar trung trung sound of a Msn message burst out from my speaker (I forgot to lower the volume after watching a YouTube video on a first pregnant guy ever). It’s a message from Melaka”boy !! , a guy I only chat with once.
===This is only part of the conversation, the entire thing is over ONE hour. (I know what you are thinking, I am somewhat BORED)
Melaka"boy!! says:
妹
melaka"boy!! says:
你懂我是谁人没有的哦〉？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
not really
melaka"boy!! says:
你是海云没有哦？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
no
who on earth is hai yun???
melaka"boy!! says:
哎哟，我要跟他讲话嘛
melaka"boy!! says:
那你是他的谁人哦？(you are so damn rude)
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
i duno who is hai yun
melaka"boy!! says:
这个就是他的acc
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
wat the hell. this is my account
melaka"boy!! says:
那里有可能
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
wat do u wan me to say?!!!
melaka"boy!! says:
我以前认识他的时候，他都告诉我，他叫海云
I told you I am not her! Stop bugging me! god, this is annoying.
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，他时常都是用这个acc跟我聊天的
melaka"boy!! says:
你那里是kelantan吗〉
melaka"boy!! says:
你是男子女子？
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
i m a gal
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，对阿
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
except that i m also a gal... i m not hai yun, I am not from Kelantan, and I definitely do not know u. in case u don’t know, this account’s username is lhexin… see? No sane ‘hai yun’ will put her name under hexin right?
melaka"boy!! says:
你叫什么名字哦?我跟过那个女子的人讲话过的叻
melaka"boy!! says:
哎哟 (really, I am the one who should be ‘aiyor-ing’)
melaka"boy!! says:
可是我是真的跟你这个acc聊天过的叻
melaka"boy!! says:
你放你的照片出来可以没有哦？
Why would i LIE??? This is biting into my nerve endings.
===After what seems like endless accuations of me cheating and lying...
melaka"boy!! says:
嗯，我要忙了，对不起哦。刚才是误会来的。我弄明白了，再告诉你哦。拜拜 。晚安
- - h 3 X i N - - says:
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I lost my voice.
My back is aching, arms stiff like rocks, and the legs… well, they are the worst victims. Having stood for ten hours++ a day walking around without sitting or even squatting, now all the muscles in my legs are trembling in my effort to stand up (or sit down even).
It all starts with KitLoong telling me about the PC fair that just took place. I was looking for a laptop, so when I heard about that PC fair, I decided then that I would get my laptop at the fair. Then Kitloong said he would be selling Mp4 just like the last time, so I have to buy the laptop myself. I couldn’t remember exactly how the conversation with him went, but I ended up agreeing to go for a job (selling mp3 and mp4) interview with him the next day.
On Monday, after his class ends, we drove to Lowyat with me nervously twitching in my seat. The plan to go for interview and watch movie after that was trashed immediately upon reaching the place as our usual inevitable 1-month-once quarrelling session set off. We had a row and argued all the way up and down the building for a whole 2 hours and went home right after that without going for the interview.
Our puerile actions were instantly regretted and on Wednesday, we went to that stinking place again, being careful not to step across the line. This time, the interview was successful and the guy requested us to go back the next day for a short briefing.
The briefing was, like I had said, concise. We got to see who we are working with, and who we are working for. We were taught how to switch on a mp3 or mp4, the basic functions of both of the device and who to hand the customer’s money to. Anything other then that, well, to quote what they said, ‘eat yourself’.
On Friday morning, I reached the convention centre at 10.20. I was denied access into the area because I did not have a pass.
“On the way,” was what my boss said when I called.
It wasn’t until 11.30 that we manage to get pass the security guard and start hunting for our booth. People were already starting to pour in when we were setting up our booth. I Stared at the Mp4 pointed by a customer. I had never seen that damn thing myself up till then, let alone having a little knowledge about the price and specifications of that product. In simpler terms, I was as blank as she was.
Finally, our spy returned after scouting around for the price of all other booths and our boss inform us the pricing of our products. We were told to memorize the product modal and price as soon as we can, and push just a few products that we think is easiest to sell. Armed with renewed confidence, we, about 4 girls, stood side-by-side with our partner-cum-competitors from Digisound, began to wander our way to win the customers’ heart.
Day 1 was disappointing, day 2 was tiring, and day 3 was boring.
Why? On Friday, people came to scout for the lowest price. Not much sales here. On Saturday, people came to just wander around, so they are easy to be tricked into buying something they don’t really need. Sales multiply itself today. On Sunday, they came to buy what they really need as it’s the last day of the fair, which is why they don’t have time to look for anything other than that. After working for 2 days non-stop, we are all very exhausted to keep pushing.
Working on Sunday wasn’t my plan. I had planned to ‘retire’ after Saturday night and go back on Sunday to buy my laptop. However, after working for 2 days, I changed my mind. No, it’s not about the salary, nor because I wanted to try my luck to score top sales (well, even if I tried, I wouldn’t succeed as I was way too ‘kind’ to the customers). It’s because I realised that these products are not sold that much cheaper at a fair. An example for Mp4, it might just be a few bucks cheaper, and depending on the company’s policy, you might not even get any free gifts.
If you were to ask me what have I learnt from this job, I have to say that, we consumers like to think that we have the purchasing power. Whether to buy the product or not is depended solely on our desire. Sadly, this is not the case. A good salesperson can pull an unfortunate victim from the sea of people, manipulate his mind and convince him that he need the product badly and that this is the golden opportunity to get it, make him pour out his hard-earned cash, and leave feeling extremely pleased with himself for ‘spotting’ his prize. All within 5 minutes.
I have to say that I do not have the makings of a salesgirl (yet), nor the heart to do so. A word to all of you out there: Prevent impulse buying by going to sales with a list of things that you wanna buy.
Promoters are just doing their job of creating impulse buying. When a customer asked, “this brand I never heard before, quality not good?” I replied, “Huh? Never heard? This is famous! Digisound products all use digital sound technology. Digital sound is very clear. (at this point, I switch on the device and play the music at the loudest volume- not movie because the sound for movie is less convincing, and switch on the lousiest product from another brand we have and let the customer compare. If the product they are interested in has a low sound quality, I will put on the earphone for them to try instead.) Then when u see them nodding at each other, let them admire it for another few seconds and push them further. “This screen is using TFT technology…..” In reality, I have no idea, NIL IDEA at all what digital sound and TFT is, let alone is that good compared to it’s peers. Sometimes when I see that they really do not need the product but they are struggling to stop themselves from buying, I stop promoting them because I know what it’s like to regret buying later. Having said this, I guess most employers will think twice when employing me next time.
Not all customers are easy. And annoyingly, they like to come in batch. I mean, when there’s no customers, there are none. When it’s crowded and we are all busy, more people will come and step in for a look. This is when we will be scolded for losing our keys to the display set and borrowing another promoter’s display. There’s a few incidence that I remember vividly. One is when a man came to ask me about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, from the products spec to how to use it- I have to push my other customers to 2 friends beside me to answer all his questions, and yet he WALKED OFF after 1 hour without buying anything, when all my other potential customers bought their stuffs from my friends. I almost exploded when my friend exclaimed,” what? He din buy?”
Another lady came and did the same. The difference is, she told me from the start that she’s just curious what’s all this MP3 and MP4 are, and so I describe some basic functions to her without expecting her to buy. Before she go, she asked for my number, “ Do you like a job somewhere? Like part-time job or something? You can give me your number so when I know about a vacancy and I contact you.”
Some people are particularly smug. They came as if they paid us to be their slaves, and that we are supposed to kneel down and give them our best service possible. I mean, come on, you think we will cry if we lose a customer like you? Don’t like this? Fine! Actually I prefer you never to step in front of our booth ever again.
My last serve was a man who came back to me after comparing the prices elsewhere. He was convinced and so he wants to buy the product now. However, my boss told me that counter one is closed, so he couldn't pay using Credit Card. He didn't have sufficient cash. So I asked boss whether he could put a deposit first. They said yes provided he collect it within 1 week, and the deposit is non refundable. However, the man is working outstation and he's not sure whether he could make it to Lowyat within a week. I was trapped. In the end, I had to say," sorry, no deal" to the man and turned him away.
At the very end of the last day, our boss did a stock count. Most of the display set is short of 1 or 2 products, and there are a few extra stock from our hands which we are not sure from where they apprear. IC numbers were copied down and if there is anything missing, the fellas' in-charged of the set will have to pay. The only relaxing thing happened at the very end is when we exchanged phone numbers. This is when i finally know the name of the guys that i have been calling, "eh.."
All in all, it’s really tiring, and the main reason this piece of entry is that L-O-N-G is I do not have a voice to talk, so I can only write right now.
My back is aching, arms stiff like rocks, and the legs… well, they are the worst victims. Having stood for ten hours++ a day walking around without sitting or even squatting, now all the muscles in my legs are trembling in my effort to stand up (or sit down even).
It all starts with KitLoong telling me about the PC fair that just took place. I was looking for a laptop, so when I heard about that PC fair, I decided then that I would get my laptop at the fair. Then Kitloong said he would be selling Mp4 just like the last time, so I have to buy the laptop myself. I couldn’t remember exactly how the conversation with him went, but I ended up agreeing to go for a job (selling mp3 and mp4) interview with him the next day.
On Monday, after his class ends, we drove to Lowyat with me nervously twitching in my seat. The plan to go for interview and watch movie after that was trashed immediately upon reaching the place as our usual inevitable 1-month-once quarrelling session set off. We had a row and argued all the way up and down the building for a whole 2 hours and went home right after that without going for the interview.
Our puerile actions were instantly regretted and on Wednesday, we went to that stinking place again, being careful not to step across the line. This time, the interview was successful and the guy requested us to go back the next day for a short briefing.
The briefing was, like I had said, concise. We got to see who we are working with, and who we are working for. We were taught how to switch on a mp3 or mp4, the basic functions of both of the device and who to hand the customer’s money to. Anything other then that, well, to quote what they said, ‘eat yourself’.
On Friday morning, I reached the convention centre at 10.20. I was denied access into the area because I did not have a pass.
“On the way,” was what my boss said when I called.
It wasn’t until 11.30 that we manage to get pass the security guard and start hunting for our booth. People were already starting to pour in when we were setting up our booth. I Stared at the Mp4 pointed by a customer. I had never seen that damn thing myself up till then, let alone having a little knowledge about the price and specifications of that product. In simpler terms, I was as blank as she was.
Finally, our spy returned after scouting around for the price of all other booths and our boss inform us the pricing of our products. We were told to memorize the product modal and price as soon as we can, and push just a few products that we think is easiest to sell. Armed with renewed confidence, we, about 4 girls, stood side-by-side with our partner-cum-competitors from Digisound, began to wander our way to win the customers’ heart.
Day 1 was disappointing, day 2 was tiring, and day 3 was boring.
Why? On Friday, people came to scout for the lowest price. Not much sales here. On Saturday, people came to just wander around, so they are easy to be tricked into buying something they don’t really need. Sales multiply itself today. On Sunday, they came to buy what they really need as it’s the last day of the fair, which is why they don’t have time to look for anything other than that. After working for 2 days non-stop, we are all very exhausted to keep pushing.
Working on Sunday wasn’t my plan. I had planned to ‘retire’ after Saturday night and go back on Sunday to buy my laptop. However, after working for 2 days, I changed my mind. No, it’s not about the salary, nor because I wanted to try my luck to score top sales (well, even if I tried, I wouldn’t succeed as I was way too ‘kind’ to the customers). It’s because I realised that these products are not sold that much cheaper at a fair. An example for Mp4, it might just be a few bucks cheaper, and depending on the company’s policy, you might not even get any free gifts.
If you were to ask me what have I learnt from this job, I have to say that, we consumers like to think that we have the purchasing power. Whether to buy the product or not is depended solely on our desire. Sadly, this is not the case. A good salesperson can pull an unfortunate victim from the sea of people, manipulate his mind and convince him that he need the product badly and that this is the golden opportunity to get it, make him pour out his hard-earned cash, and leave feeling extremely pleased with himself for ‘spotting’ his prize. All within 5 minutes.
I have to say that I do not have the makings of a salesgirl (yet), nor the heart to do so. A word to all of you out there: Prevent impulse buying by going to sales with a list of things that you wanna buy.
Promoters are just doing their job of creating impulse buying. When a customer asked, “this brand I never heard before, quality not good?” I replied, “Huh? Never heard? This is famous! Digisound products all use digital sound technology. Digital sound is very clear. (at this point, I switch on the device and play the music at the loudest volume- not movie because the sound for movie is less convincing, and switch on the lousiest product from another brand we have and let the customer compare. If the product they are interested in has a low sound quality, I will put on the earphone for them to try instead.) Then when u see them nodding at each other, let them admire it for another few seconds and push them further. “This screen is using TFT technology…..” In reality, I have no idea, NIL IDEA at all what digital sound and TFT is, let alone is that good compared to it’s peers. Sometimes when I see that they really do not need the product but they are struggling to stop themselves from buying, I stop promoting them because I know what it’s like to regret buying later. Having said this, I guess most employers will think twice when employing me next time.
Not all customers are easy. And annoyingly, they like to come in batch. I mean, when there’s no customers, there are none. When it’s crowded and we are all busy, more people will come and step in for a look. This is when we will be scolded for losing our keys to the display set and borrowing another promoter’s display. There’s a few incidence that I remember vividly. One is when a man came to ask me about everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, from the products spec to how to use it- I have to push my other customers to 2 friends beside me to answer all his questions, and yet he WALKED OFF after 1 hour without buying anything, when all my other potential customers bought their stuffs from my friends. I almost exploded when my friend exclaimed,” what? He din buy?”
Another lady came and did the same. The difference is, she told me from the start that she’s just curious what’s all this MP3 and MP4 are, and so I describe some basic functions to her without expecting her to buy. Before she go, she asked for my number, “ Do you like a job somewhere? Like part-time job or something? You can give me your number so when I know about a vacancy and I contact you.”
Some people are particularly smug. They came as if they paid us to be their slaves, and that we are supposed to kneel down and give them our best service possible. I mean, come on, you think we will cry if we lose a customer like you? Don’t like this? Fine! Actually I prefer you never to step in front of our booth ever again.
My last serve was a man who came back to me after comparing the prices elsewhere. He was convinced and so he wants to buy the product now. However, my boss told me that counter one is closed, so he couldn't pay using Credit Card. He didn't have sufficient cash. So I asked boss whether he could put a deposit first. They said yes provided he collect it within 1 week, and the deposit is non refundable. However, the man is working outstation and he's not sure whether he could make it to Lowyat within a week. I was trapped. In the end, I had to say," sorry, no deal" to the man and turned him away.
At the very end of the last day, our boss did a stock count. Most of the display set is short of 1 or 2 products, and there are a few extra stock from our hands which we are not sure from where they apprear. IC numbers were copied down and if there is anything missing, the fellas' in-charged of the set will have to pay. The only relaxing thing happened at the very end is when we exchanged phone numbers. This is when i finally know the name of the guys that i have been calling, "eh.."
All in all, it’s really tiring, and the main reason this piece of entry is that L-O-N-G is I do not have a voice to talk, so I can only write right now.
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I believe I should be awarded the scholarship because…
I strongly believe I should be awarded the scholarship because…
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to…
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to those who…
I have been cracking my head for the pass 3 days to construct something out of 1600 characters that could convince members of Warwick Business School to award me a scholarship that (if successful) would make my dad hop around in glee for a week or two.
This is the 3rd piece of composition that I had to make as far as application to universities is concern, and I am growing less and less fond of it. The reason for this is definitely obvious to those who know me, or rather, my essays. Facts and biography have always been my soft spot. Reading about those has never failed to put me in a state of lethargy. And now to write one, let’s just say it makes me try to put off the job for as long as I could.
NO! I am not procrastinating. Definitely NOT! Just giving myself time to come up with a neat one. The deadline is the end of next month. Or is it this month? Well, never mind. I will certainly come up with something tomorrow, you know, when the creative juice starts flowing in my head. It’s just… writer’s block. That’s right.
Anyway, I paced around my house to find something solid enough to pound my head, when I eyes gazed upon, my bicycle. I hopped on the bic, determined to cycle away the extra inches formed due to inactivity, throwing the application essay to the back of my mind.
In the midst of the third round around my house, I saw a young girl squatting on the sidewalk, staring poignantly at the ground and screaming, “help, help!” at the same time. Initially I thought it was just kids fooling around, so I cycled away. It’s not until I passed by another 2 times noticing that she’s still there that I finally stopped.
“It’s dying…” She stuttered.
“What’s dying?”
“The bird.”
“How do you know?”
“It fell of the tree. The nest is broken.”
“Where is it?”
“Neh…” She pointed at the small bird on the ground. “There’s another one under the wooden door there.”
With the paper box (made by my grandma), I picked up the birds (it’s hard because the birds kept flapping their wings and pecking me, but I couldn’t hold them tighter in case I squash them) and laid them in. The girl nodded as we told her to let the birds go once they have grown up, and hopped home, lovingly stroking her new found pets.
Abandoning my goal to cycle 30 rounds, I went home. After dinner, I resumed my place in front of my computer.
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to…
Arghhhhhh. This is frustrating!
I strongly believe I should be awarded the scholarship because…
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to…
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to those who…
I have been cracking my head for the pass 3 days to construct something out of 1600 characters that could convince members of Warwick Business School to award me a scholarship that (if successful) would make my dad hop around in glee for a week or two.
This is the 3rd piece of composition that I had to make as far as application to universities is concern, and I am growing less and less fond of it. The reason for this is definitely obvious to those who know me, or rather, my essays. Facts and biography have always been my soft spot. Reading about those has never failed to put me in a state of lethargy. And now to write one, let’s just say it makes me try to put off the job for as long as I could.
NO! I am not procrastinating. Definitely NOT! Just giving myself time to come up with a neat one. The deadline is the end of next month. Or is it this month? Well, never mind. I will certainly come up with something tomorrow, you know, when the creative juice starts flowing in my head. It’s just… writer’s block. That’s right.
Anyway, I paced around my house to find something solid enough to pound my head, when I eyes gazed upon, my bicycle. I hopped on the bic, determined to cycle away the extra inches formed due to inactivity, throwing the application essay to the back of my mind.
In the midst of the third round around my house, I saw a young girl squatting on the sidewalk, staring poignantly at the ground and screaming, “help, help!” at the same time. Initially I thought it was just kids fooling around, so I cycled away. It’s not until I passed by another 2 times noticing that she’s still there that I finally stopped.
“It’s dying…” She stuttered.
“What’s dying?”
“The bird.”
“How do you know?”
“It fell of the tree. The nest is broken.”
“Where is it?”
“Neh…” She pointed at the small bird on the ground. “There’s another one under the wooden door there.”
I looked at the poor creatures. They kept opening their beaks and shivering. At this point, my mum and brother also stopped by. I picked up the remains of what look like twigs from the nest and tried twisting it back to shape on the tree where it had fallen. The twigs twisted and snapped, refusing to be put back into the original shape. I groaned in frustration. (I really should sit down and watch how birds build their nest. They have only one beak and I have two hands!)
The girl squealed, “What to do? If I have a basket I would have brought the birds home, but…”
Whoa, this girl really has a kind heart. My mum said, “wait here, I get a container for you.”
With the paper box (made by my grandma), I picked up the birds (it’s hard because the birds kept flapping their wings and pecking me, but I couldn’t hold them tighter in case I squash them) and laid them in. The girl nodded as we told her to let the birds go once they have grown up, and hopped home, lovingly stroking her new found pets.Abandoning my goal to cycle 30 rounds, I went home. After dinner, I resumed my place in front of my computer.
I strongly believe scholarships should be awarded to…
Arghhhhhh. This is frustrating!
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First, an innocent girl poses in front of her phone and snaps her own photo out of boredom, not knowing that what she's doing can be dangerous, even fatal!
Then, the guy in the driver's seat pokes his head in, feeling he's too good-looking (ahem ahem) to be left out of the pic.
He moves closer... He looks into the camera... All of a sudden, a blaring horn rings into his ear. And he swerves to bring the car back to its rightful lane. End product? The picture above!
Abondoning his wish to reach the destination early, he stops the car at the roadside and switches his attention wholely to taking photos.
This is a case when the couple in question are rather lucky to be able to pose these pics online after the incident. I would suggest you readers not to attempt this at any point of time for, as mentioned earlier, you could be risking your head!
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Clockwise from top right: Me with presents from KL ; KL posing with the pressie I gave him ; Us at his house ; and a rose! Don't be fooled though, it's from Kam Hei. I seriously thought KL would give me flowers since he had been hinting for days beforehand, so I didn't think twice when Shin Yi said she wanted that rose. End up I gave her the ONE and ONLY flower I got for the day!
Happie Chinese New Year to all! I had a steamboat dinner with my family on CNY eve, and our family performed some chinese ritual that night. Then we dressed up in our new clothes and recieved our first AngPow from out parents for this year!Thanks to Beatrice and the twins, 5sc1 had another round of house to house visitation this year. It's rather successful as 17 people turned up (of course! As it involves getting angpow's! haha). We went to nine houses and had our dinner at Connaught's Eat All You Can Steamboat. Well, it's human's nature to be greedy right? Look at the guy's table and you will know for sure. They stacked up food enough to feed a whole village of starving people and ended up trying to force down the leftovers until Beatrice (their saviour!!) told them that they can put back the food. Haha.
This could be my last CNY celebrated with my friends and family in four years time as there won't be holidays for CNY in UK. In the attempt to enjoy it to the fullest, I am now down with sorethroat, flu, and also an extra 2kg under my belt. *Groan.
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Going to Shim Hwa's farewell party ( actually, it's just a pay your own yam cha gathering) has totally change my perspective of my going to UK this coming september. Or mayb it's because KamHei keep on repeating that he's starting to feel "it" coming. Whatever it is, a week ago I was still thinking, oh... how's the weather in UK? Where is the location of the unis I applied to? WHAT Uni did i apply by the way??? And now I am starting to wonder what I should pack in my luggages to be brought over.
Alright, maybe it's still early. Maybe it's pathetic to think about it before i even get my grades. But you won't know what you have missed until you started working on it right? Anyway, Shimhwa's departure tonight is making things more realistic. Right before he went off, KamHei and I went over to his house to just wish him luck. For someone who's leaving his family for the first time to be going off into a place foreign to him, he's unbelievably calm. Except for the 3 extra heavy luggage (still open and only 80% packed), nothing gives away that the "Ah Chai" of the family is leaving in a couple of hours.
After chatting with him, we realise that we too have to get those luggages that are about my weight for there really is many things to pack. Clothes aside, we need a multipurpose cooker, testpad and stationaries (in case we couldn't get any before the commencement of semester), iron (for clothes), medicine, can opener, basin, hanger (???), adapter... the list goes on. I can't imagine what would happen if i were lost somewhere in Manchester with nothing but those chapalangs.
Okay okay.... back to reality. I still have to finish my math work or else i might not even get the chance to worry about what I should bring.
Alright, maybe it's still early. Maybe it's pathetic to think about it before i even get my grades. But you won't know what you have missed until you started working on it right? Anyway, Shimhwa's departure tonight is making things more realistic. Right before he went off, KamHei and I went over to his house to just wish him luck. For someone who's leaving his family for the first time to be going off into a place foreign to him, he's unbelievably calm. Except for the 3 extra heavy luggage (still open and only 80% packed), nothing gives away that the "Ah Chai" of the family is leaving in a couple of hours.
After chatting with him, we realise that we too have to get those luggages that are about my weight for there really is many things to pack. Clothes aside, we need a multipurpose cooker, testpad and stationaries (in case we couldn't get any before the commencement of semester), iron (for clothes), medicine, can opener, basin, hanger (???), adapter... the list goes on. I can't imagine what would happen if i were lost somewhere in Manchester with nothing but those chapalangs.
Okay okay.... back to reality. I still have to finish my math work or else i might not even get the chance to worry about what I should bring.
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A book by Mitch Albom, inspirational, filled with emotions and love.
For those who are busy pursuing their dreams, those who feel lost, those who constantly believe that someone will be there to help you whenever you fall, and those who have nothing much to think about recently. This book is something that triggers my braincells. It gathers teachings from Buddhism, Christianity, and every other sources that teaches us about life and death.
all in all, it's about something that most of us knows but did nothing about.
For those who are busy pursuing their dreams, those who feel lost, those who constantly believe that someone will be there to help you whenever you fall, and those who have nothing much to think about recently. This book is something that triggers my braincells. It gathers teachings from Buddhism, Christianity, and every other sources that teaches us about life and death.
all in all, it's about something that most of us knows but did nothing about.
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That's my phone! It's a little more expensive than the black phone cause according to them, white material is harder to find. It looks pretty much like a camera though.
These are photo's taken using my new phone. The five of us (it should have been six, but Wei Yin left feeling frustrated before we even reach the place which is actually very near to our college. Blame the Sri KL kids for causing all the jam at the junction. We couldn't move as there was CARS parked right at the back of our car, blocking our ENTIRE way out!) went to try the seemingly popular Rojak at a roadside after class ended for that day. People are queueing up despite the heat and dust blown into our eyes for there were cars moving about at both sides. You even had to sit on the road to eat! Anyway, when we were having our cendol while queuing up for rojak, a FAT man behind us said, " Excuse me, if you are eating your cendol, please go somewhere else. You all are eating and queuing up, and you are creating such a mess here. I don't know if which of you are queuing up and if you want to eat, sit there."
At that point I wanted to shout back, "Excuse me, i don't think it's any of your business if we are eating cendol while in the line as long as we did queue up for it. It's just like telling someone not to drink water cause you feel thirsty." But seeing that most of my friends simply ignored him, we just continue lining up, and eventually some of them crept away to eat at the road side.
That gigantic "fat-full" man with a belly bigger than the size of a football and a butt hanging in his pants looking as if it would touch the ground any moment did not spoil our mood at all as we finished the Cendol and the Indian Rojak while taking photos using my phone. It wasn't until i reached home that I remembered that hedious looking fella that probably just got fired by his boss, and get heated up again.
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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!!!
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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.
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It’s Christmas!
On Saturday I receive 3 invitations to go for a party, a scout party at Wenworth Hotel, a Christmas party at Beat’s house with 5sc1 fellas, and a dinner with some relatives. (Why can’t they arrange them on different days….haha) After giving it much thought, I decided to forgo the scout party, as Kitloong didn’t want to go and I wasn’t supposed to go single, and go for the Xmas party instead… though I felt sorry for letting down KahChing and Kamhei. Well…
Anyway, the party went on great, thanks to Beatrice and Twins’s superb organizing skills. The food was d-licious, mayb with the exception of Yolanda’s what was that? Pasta? Since when did Kenny Rogers come up with this kind of weird paste-like thingy? Haha… Just joking. Pei Yei and twin’s cake/breadpudding was really yummy too.
While we were eating in a circle, Peipei suddenly came and lean on Roshan’s leg! I think she even pinch his leg or something, though I missed most of the action. Haha, suddenly, Roshan a.k.a JaySean, being his usual Roshanic self (translation: shy), jumped up and immediately called his “gf”, probably to apologise. And the whole place erupted with laughter, well, a new couple is born, it’s something worth celebrating right?
After we played the usual musical chair, chairless but with pillows.
Here are the pics
The food
The punished
The cute
The weird
The lovebirds
And the friends
On Saturday I receive 3 invitations to go for a party, a scout party at Wenworth Hotel, a Christmas party at Beat’s house with 5sc1 fellas, and a dinner with some relatives. (Why can’t they arrange them on different days….haha) After giving it much thought, I decided to forgo the scout party, as Kitloong didn’t want to go and I wasn’t supposed to go single, and go for the Xmas party instead… though I felt sorry for letting down KahChing and Kamhei. Well…
Anyway, the party went on great, thanks to Beatrice and Twins’s superb organizing skills. The food was d-licious, mayb with the exception of Yolanda’s what was that? Pasta? Since when did Kenny Rogers come up with this kind of weird paste-like thingy? Haha… Just joking. Pei Yei and twin’s cake/breadpudding was really yummy too.
While we were eating in a circle, Peipei suddenly came and lean on Roshan’s leg! I think she even pinch his leg or something, though I missed most of the action. Haha, suddenly, Roshan a.k.a JaySean, being his usual Roshanic self (translation: shy), jumped up and immediately called his “gf”, probably to apologise. And the whole place erupted with laughter, well, a new couple is born, it’s something worth celebrating right?
After we played the usual musical chair, chairless but with pillows.
Here are the pics
The Long-lost
The food
The punishedThe cute
The weirdThe lovebirds
And the friends
YOu might start to wonder where am I in those pics. Well, where indeed? I am starting to wonder if I ever did go to the party. :P
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DAY 1
After a nervous morning (cause my mum told me a bunch of Do's and Dont's I couldn't really adhere to, like don't use handphone), I reach the company my parents are currently working in at 8:30. Christina from Retail was supposed to make a pass for me, but because the person-in-charge wasn't around, I had to be pass-less, meaning, I wouldn't be able to even go to the washroom without harrassing someone to open the door for me.
Anyway, upon reaching the Credit Control Department, which is the place I would be at for this two days, I was disappointed, yet relieved. It was a small office, consist of around 10 person, including Goh, the Manager of the department.
The morning session was DAMN boring. Everyone was busy making calls, printing stuffs, typing... So none of them gave me as much as a glance. Being given a Standard Operating Procedure handbook about 1 1/2 inch, I began to read and eventually, day-dream. Dream, dream.... zzzz....sms.... come on, the time couldn't be that slow!! ..... Finally, my dad came into the department and rescued me away for lunch.
The second session was much better. Goh gave me a briefing about buying and selling of shares in relation to remisiers, and then Yap continued on Limits and other basic stuffs. Still, I wasn't of much help to them as when I offered to help, they answered," It's ok" (translation: just sit down don't disturb) Then a person came out from the inner office and asked to talk to me. So i went in and he went on about Accounting, CPA, and stuffs. When I finally squeezed out some courage to barge into his room to ask him some questions, I then realise that he is the Executive Director of that company! OMG, Imagine how he feel when I asked him,"What do you do for the company?" Opps.
DAY 3
Today, I went to Research Department. What I would have to say is.... the people in the 2 departments differs in many ways. Everyone here is English speaking, and the whole environment is more lively. Surprisingly, most of them are quite young, the oldest being 30++. It's like walking into a college. YenLing, a girl who just started working here as a Research Assistant (RA) after graduating from Manchester U (UK) earlier this year helped me a lot. She gave me some stuffs to do and gave me her user ID so i could log on to the net and do "whatever you want". (really?)
That night, I followed my parents to a dinner, again. It's a welcoming party for the new boss, David. The food was okay but I really wanted to get outta there as it was so boring for me and most of them were smoking and drinking. (It's their tradition to test their boss's drinking skill)
-.-"'''
DAY 5
I followed the research people to the morning meeting which they would be presenting their report every morning. I felt lucky I wasn't the one presenting. It's Issac's turn today, and I think most of them were unhappy with his presentation. One of the dealer shot him with a lot of 'ridiculous' questions which he could not answer. The dealer, dissatisfied with the answer, shook this head and started to walk out of the room, until the research departmental head, Andy started to explain that the question was out of the scope (they don't need to know the answers), and then both of them began to raise their voice. Feeling angry, the dealer just walked out and slammed the door!
After going with them for breakfast, they went back to the room and did an international report. YenLing turned on a weird radio-like machine and dailed two numbers (I think it's to Thailand and Singapore). The all the research analyst began to present their report in front of the machine in turn. There was not even a sound from the other end that I seriously doubt if anyone's listening at all. When the last person finished, I was anticipating another question-answer-quarelling session, but instead, they just turned it off without even listening to the next country's report. Then I wonder, what's the point of reporting if no one cares to listen? Puzzling indeed.
Right after that, Andy held a meeting. Of course, he commented on Issac's presentation. Not clear enough. Next time, record his presentation and let him listen. I doubt he even know's what he's presenting. Then he went on with a new format of report, and everything went back to normal.
DAY 8
This time around, it's Settlement department. Out of the three, I think this is one department that I can actually understand and help a little, as basically, what they do is mostly proccesing forms and as for the main counter, cheques. The Head, LiFen, was more organised as she arranged people to actually explain what they do to me. So... I got to help out here in the backroom and the main counter. But still, it's not something one would like to do for the holidays.
DAY 10
Yoohoo!! Last day! Today, I was put under 'Transfers' and a Malay lady kindly taught me the procedures and tricks that the remisiers do to make money. Then I went around giving presents to all of them as a token of appreciation, and off I went to celebrate! Haha.
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The one thing I learned from this whole experience is, appreciate and enjoy your student life before its gone! Really, it's much better, and yes, even the burning-the-midnight-oil part. Well, at least a got a RM300 allowance for being a two-week-disturbance to them.
After a nervous morning (cause my mum told me a bunch of Do's and Dont's I couldn't really adhere to, like don't use handphone), I reach the company my parents are currently working in at 8:30. Christina from Retail was supposed to make a pass for me, but because the person-in-charge wasn't around, I had to be pass-less, meaning, I wouldn't be able to even go to the washroom without harrassing someone to open the door for me.
Anyway, upon reaching the Credit Control Department, which is the place I would be at for this two days, I was disappointed, yet relieved. It was a small office, consist of around 10 person, including Goh, the Manager of the department.
The morning session was DAMN boring. Everyone was busy making calls, printing stuffs, typing... So none of them gave me as much as a glance. Being given a Standard Operating Procedure handbook about 1 1/2 inch, I began to read and eventually, day-dream. Dream, dream.... zzzz....sms.... come on, the time couldn't be that slow!! ..... Finally, my dad came into the department and rescued me away for lunch.
The second session was much better. Goh gave me a briefing about buying and selling of shares in relation to remisiers, and then Yap continued on Limits and other basic stuffs. Still, I wasn't of much help to them as when I offered to help, they answered," It's ok" (translation: just sit down don't disturb) Then a person came out from the inner office and asked to talk to me. So i went in and he went on about Accounting, CPA, and stuffs. When I finally squeezed out some courage to barge into his room to ask him some questions, I then realise that he is the Executive Director of that company! OMG, Imagine how he feel when I asked him,"What do you do for the company?" Opps.
DAY 3
Today, I went to Research Department. What I would have to say is.... the people in the 2 departments differs in many ways. Everyone here is English speaking, and the whole environment is more lively. Surprisingly, most of them are quite young, the oldest being 30++. It's like walking into a college. YenLing, a girl who just started working here as a Research Assistant (RA) after graduating from Manchester U (UK) earlier this year helped me a lot. She gave me some stuffs to do and gave me her user ID so i could log on to the net and do "whatever you want". (really?)
That night, I followed my parents to a dinner, again. It's a welcoming party for the new boss, David. The food was okay but I really wanted to get outta there as it was so boring for me and most of them were smoking and drinking. (It's their tradition to test their boss's drinking skill)
-.-"'''
DAY 5
I followed the research people to the morning meeting which they would be presenting their report every morning. I felt lucky I wasn't the one presenting. It's Issac's turn today, and I think most of them were unhappy with his presentation. One of the dealer shot him with a lot of 'ridiculous' questions which he could not answer. The dealer, dissatisfied with the answer, shook this head and started to walk out of the room, until the research departmental head, Andy started to explain that the question was out of the scope (they don't need to know the answers), and then both of them began to raise their voice. Feeling angry, the dealer just walked out and slammed the door!
After going with them for breakfast, they went back to the room and did an international report. YenLing turned on a weird radio-like machine and dailed two numbers (I think it's to Thailand and Singapore). The all the research analyst began to present their report in front of the machine in turn. There was not even a sound from the other end that I seriously doubt if anyone's listening at all. When the last person finished, I was anticipating another question-answer-quarelling session, but instead, they just turned it off without even listening to the next country's report. Then I wonder, what's the point of reporting if no one cares to listen? Puzzling indeed.
Right after that, Andy held a meeting. Of course, he commented on Issac's presentation. Not clear enough. Next time, record his presentation and let him listen. I doubt he even know's what he's presenting. Then he went on with a new format of report, and everything went back to normal.
DAY 8
This time around, it's Settlement department. Out of the three, I think this is one department that I can actually understand and help a little, as basically, what they do is mostly proccesing forms and as for the main counter, cheques. The Head, LiFen, was more organised as she arranged people to actually explain what they do to me. So... I got to help out here in the backroom and the main counter. But still, it's not something one would like to do for the holidays.
DAY 10
Yoohoo!! Last day! Today, I was put under 'Transfers' and a Malay lady kindly taught me the procedures and tricks that the remisiers do to make money. Then I went around giving presents to all of them as a token of appreciation, and off I went to celebrate! Haha.
Comments
The one thing I learned from this whole experience is, appreciate and enjoy your student life before its gone! Really, it's much better, and yes, even the burning-the-midnight-oil part. Well, at least a got a RM300 allowance for being a two-week-disturbance to them.
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One word to describe the concert.
Thunderous.
Imagine the sound loud enough to lift up the mood of the entire stadium blast off right in front of you. That's how close I was to the stage. Even my jeans was literary moving due to the sound.
Just like the last concert, we didn’t have the chance to have a proper dinner. Only difference is this time, we had KFC instead. At around 7:45, my family, my aunt, my young cousin, Kitloong, and XiaoYan arrived the Kelana Jaya Outdoor Stadium. Many were queuing up to get in, thanks to the SVVIP ticket we had, we went in from the other entrance, skipping in the queue.
Fast beat, lively, dancing through the night, that's her.
Yet when we looked closely, we noticed how tired she was. Fragile and thin, I couldn't even imagine how hectic and strict ( in terms of food) her life must be. Camera can really widen a person. You couldnt even spot a single piece of fat on her. Really, people, stop harrasing those actors/ress and singers with your criticism, it's really unfair to want them to be perfect when we ourselves don't.
Energy came!
Terima Kasih!
Thunderous.
Imagine the sound loud enough to lift up the mood of the entire stadium blast off right in front of you. That's how close I was to the stage. Even my jeans was literary moving due to the sound.
Just like the last concert, we didn’t have the chance to have a proper dinner. Only difference is this time, we had KFC instead. At around 7:45, my family, my aunt, my young cousin, Kitloong, and XiaoYan arrived the Kelana Jaya Outdoor Stadium. Many were queuing up to get in, thanks to the SVVIP ticket we had, we went in from the other entrance, skipping in the queue.
We decided to go to the mobile toilet. Immediately I regretted once I got in. The whole cubicle smelled of, ahem, you-know-what. NO water was supplied so I couldn’t even flush or wash my hands. And yet the whole cubicle was WET?!! even the top, imagine what that is. When I came out though, I saw all 3 of them wore the same expression as I, so I guess it’s not just mine.
The next 20 minutes were spent finding a water supply to wash our hands. And somewhere in between, the rain stopped. At 8:15, the concert begun.
Immediately I started to think, hey, maybe having an ordinary back row seat at a concert wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. I didn’t expect it to be that loud. It was like, the whole stage exploded when the music came into life. I swear I couldn’t even breathe properly throughout the concert.
Immediately I started to think, hey, maybe having an ordinary back row seat at a concert wouldn’t be a bad idea after all. I didn’t expect it to be that loud. It was like, the whole stage exploded when the music came into life. I swear I couldn’t even breathe properly throughout the concert.
Now there she is. 
Fast beat, lively, dancing through the night, that's her. Energy came!
That's 天空 's songwriter, wei si lin.
The only drawback, not much people shouted for Encore. (She said she might perform again if the audience insist)
Terima Kasih!
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Does any of you like Jolin Tsai? She's performing in Malaysia on 9th Dec. ANd the best part is... I've got tickets to the concert!! FOC. Haha... I can't believe my luck. Well, eventhough I am not that huge fans of hers, I like her song. I wonder who wrote the songs for her. It's somehow, "uniquely off-beat, hard to catch, but still sounds right" Unlike some songs which, eventhough u've never heard before, you can guess the tune within ten seconds. The fact that she can dance is a plus too.
:::"Looking forward and counting down. ":::
