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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007 9:17 PM
a mission from the positive-land
It's February 28th today and its the last day of the month. Say goodbye and wave heartily everyone as February '07 boards the steamliner and sails away from our shores never to return. Come next year, this date will no longer hold the significance it has today. It won't be the last day of the month 'cause good ol' February 29th will take on over that role and kick the 28th a day in front.
I have always wondered why February only had 28 days and only leap years grant us the pleasure of a 29th page to mark off on calendars. Did some Roman emperor experience a bad day and thus decided to cut his misery short by declaring the next month to come already? Or did a mischievious little toddler mess with the work of the pioneering calendar-planner and use his plans for February to scribble and doodle?
I typed the above before searching for the answers and my theoretical assumptions were quite close to the reason. And quite close being say a huge rock's throw away? Haha. It's rather long to elaborate and I'd rather not risk plagiarism so go here.
My February 28th held everything all Wednesdays usually throw my way. Classes from 8 right up until 4 except today I managed to wiggle my way out of Norzan's Management 101. And for good reason too.
I got to sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor of the Piaget Lab to listen to a bright middle-aged psychologist as she tried to squeeze in years of work in Positive Psychology in a few slides within an hour. She was eloquent and passionate about everything she spoke on. Her one hour allocation had a 10 minute extension and boy, was she proud to have finish at 10 past 11. Haha.
Happiness, people, emotions, positive affects, Hedonism, Eudaimonism, Maslow's peak experience.
Interesting field, that one.
And from that I have a mission for the ones who bother to read to this end. Before you sleep think of three (3) things that you have performed well throughout the day and ponder on why they worked out the way they did, also why you consider the tasks to have gone well. It can be anything as simple as cheering a friend up with a compliment or even carrying out a conversation with a stranger. Just find three and make sure they are good by your standards.
Do this for a week and you might just find yourself a happier person at the end of the week.
Try it, won't you?
I promise it won't hurt.
=)
edit: Six Characters Looking for an Author will be blablabla-ed on soon.
I have always wondered why February only had 28 days and only leap years grant us the pleasure of a 29th page to mark off on calendars. Did some Roman emperor experience a bad day and thus decided to cut his misery short by declaring the next month to come already? Or did a mischievious little toddler mess with the work of the pioneering calendar-planner and use his plans for February to scribble and doodle?
I typed the above before searching for the answers and my theoretical assumptions were quite close to the reason. And quite close being say a huge rock's throw away? Haha. It's rather long to elaborate and I'd rather not risk plagiarism so go here.
My February 28th held everything all Wednesdays usually throw my way. Classes from 8 right up until 4 except today I managed to wiggle my way out of Norzan's Management 101. And for good reason too.
I got to sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor of the Piaget Lab to listen to a bright middle-aged psychologist as she tried to squeeze in years of work in Positive Psychology in a few slides within an hour. She was eloquent and passionate about everything she spoke on. Her one hour allocation had a 10 minute extension and boy, was she proud to have finish at 10 past 11. Haha.
Happiness, people, emotions, positive affects, Hedonism, Eudaimonism, Maslow's peak experience.
Interesting field, that one.
And from that I have a mission for the ones who bother to read to this end. Before you sleep think of three (3) things that you have performed well throughout the day and ponder on why they worked out the way they did, also why you consider the tasks to have gone well. It can be anything as simple as cheering a friend up with a compliment or even carrying out a conversation with a stranger. Just find three and make sure they are good by your standards.
Do this for a week and you might just find yourself a happier person at the end of the week.
Try it, won't you?
I promise it won't hurt.
=)
edit: Six Characters Looking for an Author will be blablabla-ed on soon.
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Saturday, February 24, 2007 6:46 PM
pei ling's taggie
1) never in my life have i : not been fickle about something.
2) the last person i kicked was : urm, lisia? it was so dark at the restaurant last night, i don't know whose leg it was under the table.
3) people who drive me nuts : are those who are well capable of making good or even great of themselves but won't try.
4) the school i go to is: a pain when it comes to checking ids. i mean isn't it obvious that you're a student if you have books piled high in your arms. they prefer to put aside the obvious and make you fumble around for your wallet while balancing megaly thick books.
5) when i'm nervous : i talk at super-sonic speed and laugh hysterically at things that make no sense or are not even funny to begin with.
6) the last time i laughed : was barely 5 minutes ago while i french-braided my sister's hair. she wailed while i pulled at strands to get them in place.
7) my hair is : dying to be chopped off ala-before-my-sister-hypnotised-my-stylist-ashlee simpson.
8) when i was 5 : i used to come home to her everyday and teach her the many new words i learnt at kindy.
9) i love eating : ice cream. cake.
10) when i turn my head to the right, i see : my reflection staring back from the pc's monitor.
11) when i close my eyes, i see : funnily shaped yellowish patterns evolving and breaking.
12) when i look down, i see : folded legs on red cushion.
13) hello, i am : erm, a girl?
14) hello, i am not : hot. or cute.
15) i love : the rain. drums. the colour white.
16) i had a hard time understanding : why people never notice the drummers in bands. just 'cause they do their magic in the back, doesn't mean they don't rock as hard as the guitarists who head-bang and jump in the front. sometimes they rock harder. =D
17) one time at a family gathering : i was in charge of sprinkling scented water on everyone and my cousin bro got soaking, dripping wet. mwahaha. and afterwards everyone else politely declined a sprinkle. what happened to family spirit. tsk. =p
18) you know beyonce, she : has such nice obedient hair in her latest vid. the one she sends the guy out, don't know title lah.
19) take my advice : don't ever look down on anyone. especially those whom we most crudely categorize as the 'less fortunate' because you would be surprised at what they are capable of.
20) my ideal breakfast : cake topped with ice cream sprinkled with oreos and a glass of fridge-chilled milk. ahh. so satisfying.
21) if you visit the place i grew up : you would want to put on apron and start baking cookies. it was and still is a typical suburbian neighborhood with gardens of potted flowers and children playing in the street every evening.
22) i would like to go to : this little home and church combo in rural Perak. i miss signing what i usually need voice to say.
24) my cell phone : is the closest i've got to a functioning digital camera.
25) nokia : 5210. it was uber cool. you can drop it and throw it around and it won't die or get wonky on you because its protected with a rubber-based like cover. coolness or what. best first phone for a 16-year-old!
26) my fav person in ManHunt : epp. none. you would have to watch to have a favorite right?
27) the animals i would like to see flying besides birds : elephants! haha. yes, i am a huge fan of dumbo the flying baby elephant.
28) last night, i : put together a be-1-month-lated borned day surprise for a woman who has never in her life have had to use her mouth to remove candles from a cake. she turned 21 =))
29) my birthday is : the first time daddums fainted in a hospital. and it was the doctors who caused it. they drained too much blood. public hospitals are scary that way.
30) tomorrow i am : going to go hyper gila with my sisters in crime and sister and her friend and two college peeps (yes, i invited the entire world. this play is so gon' rock okay!) to watch Six Characters Looking for an Author at KLPac =D (so won't get lost this time. really!)
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Sunday, February 18, 2007 12:49 PM
happy lunar new year.
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Go off, be merry and celebrate the lunar new year!I haven't a kampung to travel back to so that leaves going back to searching for the cursed research proposal topic while munching on them lip-smacking cookies.
Happy Lunar New Year my dears.
Send my love to everyone at home.
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Friday, February 16, 2007 10:14 PM
4-year old convert.
When you forget your keys, there is always some sort of consequence right?
Like you most probably have to sit out on your doorstep and smile as well as greet all your neighbours as they come home from work. And when they inevitably ask you why you're outside, you spin a story that some dangerous plague infested your home and so you've been quarantined outside your home by the Health Department until further notice.
If they're the type that don't mind the funnies or are kids then they would laugh a bit and retreat in their homes. But what if they laughed heartily but go on to ask "Seriously, why are you outside?".
That is when you agree to spend close to two hours walking aimlessly around KL Sentral, which by the way has only two corridors with stores and whatnots. All simply because you've sat way too many times on your doorstep and your neighbours have taken it upon themselves to ask you the same question every single time even if they are well aware of the answer. Heck, they don't stop at that but give you an uber long lecture on forgetting things, examples of old ladies and men included. Yes, yes, I know I have caring neighbours. Haha.
After having countless fickle thoughts on whether to have cake or grab the mega huge white Toblerones from the cocky promoter, I decided to sit at the huge tree pots at the KLIA Express Arriving Area watching tourists struggle with their luggages walking this way then that trying to get around. Haha.
Then, the parentals call to say they're coming. So you wait anxiously to sit comfortably while they drive home right? Wrong. Because there is a 4-year old little one in the backseat practicing his kissing skills on the window.
Allow me to introduce Andre. The little rascal is my cousin sister's son which makes me his Aunt. Haha.
After having countless fickle thoughts on whether to have cake or grab the mega huge white Toblerones from the cocky promoter, I decided to sit at the huge tree pots at the KLIA Express Arriving Area watching tourists struggle with their luggages walking this way then that trying to get around. Haha.
Then, the parentals call to say they're coming. So you wait anxiously to sit comfortably while they drive home right? Wrong. Because there is a 4-year old little one in the backseat practicing his kissing skills on the window.
Allow me to introduce Andre. The little rascal is my cousin sister's son which makes me his Aunt. Haha.
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The older folks were sorta slowish so we had a little game of hide and seek. His laughter is contagious. It is so alive and bubbly that I unconciously kept doing things to hear it over and over again. =)
At first he didn't realise that the camera was on him but when he did, he went all avoiding-paparazzi-ish.
"No pictures, please. Don't! Don't!"
Then he hijacked my phone and started snapping at the elder ones. It's all blur 'cause he was spinning around too much. "Smile, smileeeee." And then he laughs oh-so-ticklish-ly. The boy was too hyper after having a late lunch.
See how they smile for him. If it was me holding the camera, it would be the typical "Hello, my name is blablabla" smile. So if you want to get good pictures at home, surrender the camera to a 4-year old.
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And well, the boy has now found a love for smiling for the camera from me. Haha.It's going to be tough taking pictures the next time I'm there. Oh, bummer.
There is no other way to it other than surrendering my phone to him and stealing his mom's super cool digi cam. Whoopeedoo!
=p
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007 9:09 PM
cupid's day or mine?
People everywhere (almost) professed their undying love for each other with huge chocolate hampers and ridiculously expensive one stalk bouquets and I had class the entire day. Not complaining, mind you. It was actually quite cute to see classmates who usually don't give two hoots about their seat neighbours, giving out tiny Van Houtens and Choclairs and cutesy thingos. The things St. Valentine make people do.
Me? I walked in with one tiny box of limited edition Cappucino Kit Kats.
For who? Hehe. My bestest sister.
I wasn't expecting to get anything back but I got this teensy ribbon rose stalk like the rest of them. -_-" Again, not complaining. But Pek Wah was.
Wah, she so cheapskate.Tell her you want real one.
I had a good laugh courtesy of the cupid himself. =D Everyone was so cheery, it felt so surreal. Winnie even skipped her signature Question One after asking us if we wanted a quiz. Winnie okay! Haha. She was so nice today as compared to yesterday when I went in to get my tutorial.
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Walking up the stairs to classes at Block A is always a drag 'cause I don't particularly love the minor I'm doing. So, as I was trying to motivate the brain to wake up with rewards of all sorts, I got an instant cheer-me-up on the third floor.
Ta-dah.
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Darling Elyia Donius was seated at the round table under the freezing cold internal air conditioning. Yeah, the sweet girl from Sabah. Hehe. She was so shocked to see me. It was such a pleasant surprise. Elyia is at HELP doing some intensive English course. Meaning there could be more bumping into each other. She reminds me of the time I tried mixing cement. Haha. And now I'm a pro okay. Can start a construction business with Elyia and Melanie and our company will be so good Phua Chu Kang will go file for bancruptcy.
Yay!
And so the smiling-forever-and-forever day chased away all the ugly sad demons of yesterday but are they gone for real or merely hiding beneath the smile?
Me? I walked in with one tiny box of limited edition Cappucino Kit Kats.
For who? Hehe. My bestest sister.
I wasn't expecting to get anything back but I got this teensy ribbon rose stalk like the rest of them. -_-" Again, not complaining. But Pek Wah was.
Wah, she so cheapskate.Tell her you want real one.
I had a good laugh courtesy of the cupid himself. =D Everyone was so cheery, it felt so surreal. Winnie even skipped her signature Question One after asking us if we wanted a quiz. Winnie okay! Haha. She was so nice today as compared to yesterday when I went in to get my tutorial.
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Walking up the stairs to classes at Block A is always a drag 'cause I don't particularly love the minor I'm doing. So, as I was trying to motivate the brain to wake up with rewards of all sorts, I got an instant cheer-me-up on the third floor.Ta-dah.
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Darling Elyia Donius was seated at the round table under the freezing cold internal air conditioning. Yeah, the sweet girl from Sabah. Hehe. She was so shocked to see me. It was such a pleasant surprise. Elyia is at HELP doing some intensive English course. Meaning there could be more bumping into each other. She reminds me of the time I tried mixing cement. Haha. And now I'm a pro okay. Can start a construction business with Elyia and Melanie and our company will be so good Phua Chu Kang will go file for bancruptcy.Yay!
And so the smiling-forever-and-forever day chased away all the ugly sad demons of yesterday but are they gone for real or merely hiding beneath the smile?
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007 10:30 PM
Grandmother invades.
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Haha. Look what I found while reading Edward de Bono's Parallel Thinking to find for my research proposal topic.*drumrolls*
The ever-famous 'Grandmother Game'. The chapter title so fits the contents.
Who can forget invading the staircase begging Kak Yam yang tersayang to go on playing. I mean who cared if all the watches showed that it was nearly two in the morning. We wouldn't sleep 'till we figured the thing out. Oh boy, now I miss BRATs all over.
According to de Bono, this is a children's game. Mwahahaha. If de Bono could only have seen all our dumbfounded faces when we were 'deducing principles' to find for the solution, he would have laughed so hard.
All I know is that Grandmother loves Tiffany but she doesn't love herself. Haha.
Poor dear.
Hope this is clue enough for those who have yet to 'deduce the principle'.
*Kak Yam would be so proud to find out that her game is actually a proper one as compared to the slapping-forehead-that's-the-answer? games that the rest of us pulled on her.
=p
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killer words
As I sat there in the dark, putting up with the stiffling heat and hugging my semi-asleep laptop, it just hit me. Some things are best not shared. Some things are just better left deep in your soul than out there in the open.
The bitingly cold world out there can't handle them. Ironic? Well, yeah, what is one to do?
The only sad part is that I was enlightened a teeny bit too late. I left my soul bare. It was out in the open for the vultures and unfortunately the mean things were not sympathetic. They picked at it, every single portion of it. You would never recognize it if you were to look at it now. That's the extent of damage it has gone through.
Will it heal? Will time take its course?
It has to. Right?
There's this inner tug that keeps pulling at my heart. It keeps asking me the reason for what I did. Things had been great for so long, when everything just stayed in the recesses of my being. It keeps asking me whywhywhy. I can't silence it because I don't have an answer. I honestly thought it was safe. I thought I could trust. I thought it was acceptable.
I thought...
Sometimes(maybe most of the time) what you think is absurdly wrong.
I want to take it all back. To go back to sitting in the dark and saying no or explaining that it isn't the greatest of times. To just rewind and decline. Very much impossible, I know but you can't help hoping when things are this hurtful.
I've always been the easy kill, I guess I always will. - Jimmy Eat World
But, you know what? I think even if the Great Gods of Time let me re-do things, I'd still do it the way I did. Stupid huh? Saying no has always been a nono. Haha. And that is why I'm constantly where I am, today, now, forever.
I know what I should do but I just can't walk away. - Jimmy Eat World
Why is it so easy for words to hurt?
The bitingly cold world out there can't handle them. Ironic? Well, yeah, what is one to do?
The only sad part is that I was enlightened a teeny bit too late. I left my soul bare. It was out in the open for the vultures and unfortunately the mean things were not sympathetic. They picked at it, every single portion of it. You would never recognize it if you were to look at it now. That's the extent of damage it has gone through.
Will it heal? Will time take its course?
It has to. Right?
There's this inner tug that keeps pulling at my heart. It keeps asking me the reason for what I did. Things had been great for so long, when everything just stayed in the recesses of my being. It keeps asking me whywhywhy. I can't silence it because I don't have an answer. I honestly thought it was safe. I thought I could trust. I thought it was acceptable.
I thought...
Sometimes(maybe most of the time) what you think is absurdly wrong.
I want to take it all back. To go back to sitting in the dark and saying no or explaining that it isn't the greatest of times. To just rewind and decline. Very much impossible, I know but you can't help hoping when things are this hurtful.
I've always been the easy kill, I guess I always will. - Jimmy Eat World
But, you know what? I think even if the Great Gods of Time let me re-do things, I'd still do it the way I did. Stupid huh? Saying no has always been a nono. Haha. And that is why I'm constantly where I am, today, now, forever.
I know what I should do but I just can't walk away. - Jimmy Eat World
Why is it so easy for words to hurt?
minx wrote at6:28 PM
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Monday, February 12, 2007 8:23 PM
=)
I'm writing tons but not publishing anything.
Haha.
Why? 'Cause I'm determined to keep the not depressed tone of the blog.
I'll post some pictures or something or rather soon alright.
Thanks for coming by.
=)
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Oh wait, I do have a few to sum the week up.
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Haha.
Why? 'Cause I'm determined to keep the not depressed tone of the blog.
I'll post some pictures or something or rather soon alright.
Thanks for coming by.
=)
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Oh wait, I do have a few to sum the week up.
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minx wrote at8:23 PM
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Tuesday, February 06, 2007 4:59 PM
time to chop.
I want to get a haircut!
I don't want to be known as the girl with the perpetually long straight hair no more.
Damn sad okay. People only remember you by the hair.
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And so I want Ashlee Simpson's cut! I know lah that she changed and everything but I've always loved the just-below-shoulders black hair and the side parted fringe from before. Nice, no? Before she went and duplicated herself after Jessica.
That's it up there. Think it'll suit me?
I wantwantwant. Now where do I find a hairstylist who speaks English and will not do for me what he or she thinks is best without my consent. No more "added touch" from the hairstylist required. Oh please no!
I don't want to leave the salon crying.
Any ideas? Anyone?
I don't want to be known as the girl with the perpetually long straight hair no more.
Damn sad okay. People only remember you by the hair.
=/
And so I want Ashlee Simpson's cut! I know lah that she changed and everything but I've always loved the just-below-shoulders black hair and the side parted fringe from before. Nice, no? Before she went and duplicated herself after Jessica.
That's it up there. Think it'll suit me?
I wantwantwant. Now where do I find a hairstylist who speaks English and will not do for me what he or she thinks is best without my consent. No more "added touch" from the hairstylist required. Oh please no!
I don't want to leave the salon crying.
Any ideas? Anyone?
minx wrote at4:59 PM
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Sunday, February 04, 2007 7:24 PM
on that last step.
There are times when I sit on the highest step and block everything out. Nothing matters there. The world beyond the highest step is a world where all inhibitions cease to exist and the wind is the master of all things. Its pretty, its special.
Just me and the highest step.
Just me and the highest step.
. . . . .
I can't bring myself to finish it. And I can't let it hide in my drafts either.
So, there.
So, there.
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Thursday, February 01, 2007 12:30 PM
sugar-coated thingies.
When I got home there were two packets of those sugar-coated, colorful, crunchy thingies sitting on the dining table waiting for me. Oh, the glee. The daddums walked to Batu Caves and got them for me.
This only did little in making up for me not being able to go to Batu Caves this year.
Every year since I got my favorite green Punjabi suit, I remember being a herbivor for a month to walk for Thaipusam. That was the year I felt that I could do anything. Gran had an extra pocket made in my outfit so I could keep my money for the Gods. You see I was not more than seven and when your Gran trusts you keep more than a dollar in your pocket, it feels as if you've grown beyond your years.
Preparations for the big day had to be made because it was going to be much longer than the walk to school. Every evening Uncle George and I would take walks around the neighborhood to practice. I miss these. I remember one particular one when it started raining and we simply walked on laughing all the way. The walks used to be the highlight of my day. I would try to bring something interesting back for Gran. Pebbles, wild flowers, pretty weeds... and she would actually keep them like it were her valuables.
That first year, I was awake at 3. I remember forcing down the oats, shivering to the early morning chill, and listening to ridiculously early morning radio.
She held my hand all the way for two years. I fell on my first and she fell on my second. And then it was getting ready at her place for two years. Waving goodbye after the oats was finished but coming back to tell her of my great adventure. Then it came to dropping by after the walk and painting mental pictures of what took place.
Last year, it came to be that I had no one to tell stories to.
This year, I didn't even go.
The goodies don't taste like they used to.
~ I miss her.
This only did little in making up for me not being able to go to Batu Caves this year.
Every year since I got my favorite green Punjabi suit, I remember being a herbivor for a month to walk for Thaipusam. That was the year I felt that I could do anything. Gran had an extra pocket made in my outfit so I could keep my money for the Gods. You see I was not more than seven and when your Gran trusts you keep more than a dollar in your pocket, it feels as if you've grown beyond your years.
Preparations for the big day had to be made because it was going to be much longer than the walk to school. Every evening Uncle George and I would take walks around the neighborhood to practice. I miss these. I remember one particular one when it started raining and we simply walked on laughing all the way. The walks used to be the highlight of my day. I would try to bring something interesting back for Gran. Pebbles, wild flowers, pretty weeds... and she would actually keep them like it were her valuables.
That first year, I was awake at 3. I remember forcing down the oats, shivering to the early morning chill, and listening to ridiculously early morning radio.
She held my hand all the way for two years. I fell on my first and she fell on my second. And then it was getting ready at her place for two years. Waving goodbye after the oats was finished but coming back to tell her of my great adventure. Then it came to dropping by after the walk and painting mental pictures of what took place.
Last year, it came to be that I had no one to tell stories to.
This year, I didn't even go.
The goodies don't taste like they used to.
~ I miss her.
minx wrote at12:30 PM
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