Hello, Thursday!

5:48 woke up

6:45 left home

7:07 traffic starts to pile up at Ampang, MRR2. Took a turning out to jln ampang, joined jln tun razak and sungai besi highway. Don’t know what was on my mind, I missed the turning and lost my way to as far as serdang jaya, putra jaya? alice smith school? what? Fine, petrol’s running low, great! Stopped by at petronas, feeling hungry so bought a bar of Oreo butter choc chips and Milo. *burp!*

8:25 arrived class. Mr Karl’s the only lecturer who’d come early to class, at least 15 minutes before his class starts *salute, sir!* photography? Good camera? Battery packs? *eavesdrop* ooh, forgot. Karl’s a gadget guy. Today’s IP class’ a tutorial session on image compression. I’m excited to know that my brain’s working so early in the morn! Must be the breakfast! :p

10:30 went to student activity center with weelee to shoot video for AM assignment’s use. As we needed a few angles of the same shot, some crumpled papers somehow stuffed themselves into the pocket (new way of committing suicide for mr paper :P) weelee and I did nothing, oh no. *sweat, watch around in worry*

12:00 wake up, man, another lecturer’s still in the class! Just close the door, will ya? weelee’s so blur today… think this is the first time I’ve seen him being so blur haha. Some hands on on video editing before lunch. The outtakes are amusing…

1:50 lunch with yee ling, deve, terry, weelee and brian at sri petaling, I ordered claypot tikus noodle with pork+fish ball (how strange!) but gave all the non-appealing looking balls to the classmates, now all of ‘em know that I always avoid pork. But me keeping fit? No way… oh yee ling’s also very blur once she steps into her car :p girl, I am serious. You teach me manual driving, I teach you reverse parking and cornering...

2:45 continued to edit the video, Geri Helliwell’s It’s Raining Man and Katie Melua’s Learning the Blues are imported into the video, good job weelee, keep it up! You made me look like a pro player (I wish I’m 0.1 as good as the edited “advertisement” clip!)

3:30 today’s DUI class’ tutorial session as well. Futuristic vending machine? Deve’s group’s machine looks like a high-tech instant sexuallt turn-on hologram to the former women’s officer! Phew, luckily they don’t know bout my past. Oh wait a minute, weelee knows! Arh, so what, he could keep the cat. Those girls are cute, though! Why why, why did they end up in such clips? Looks like a waste to me.

4:50 four juniors from DUI class actually recognized me when I was driving out, mm, one of ‘em waved and looked friendly but I don’t know his name *ashame*. Went straight to Regent hotel, just to find out that sis needed help, argh, call girl, call. And don’t do things last minute! Rushed my way to her school, settled her stuff, rushed to mom’s officer again…

7:27 arrived at mom’s office. Had a nice chat with her in the car. Thanks, mom! *hugkiss*, followed by dinner and quick shopping, headed home. Lovey called, sounded like yet another busy and tiring day huh? *massage*

Good night, Thursday. I feel good today. I begin to look forward to Thursday classes…

Highly Respected

Seriously, I don't know what to say.

You are wonderful, you are amazing, do you know that?

Not only are you kind, sincere, caring, intelligent and brave, you just know exactly what to say to show me the insights of things. I'd give up complaining and pick up the drive to resume trying hard, feeling charged, almost instantly.

Call me proud and egoistic, but seldom do I listen, obey and agree to someone's words and advice so willingly, so quickly. (And you raise your voice at the perfect time, *salute*, thank you! Seriously.)

I am not perfect, and you know that very well. I just hope that you'd continue to be patient with me, and I'll try my utmost not to exhaust you :)

Just to say, you are truly one in a million, Lovey. Thank you for being there for me through the days when I feel so wear out...

FUCKING JOHORIAN DRIVERS

ATTENTION, ALL JOHORIAN FUCKERS!

IF YOU WANNA KILL YOURSELF, I SUGGEST YOU DRIVE TO A FLYOVER AND DRIVE OVER THE DIVIDER, GO AHEAD, GET YOUR FUCKING CAR REAL CRASHED OR EVEN FLY OFF THE DIVIDER TO THE ROAD BELOW! CHANCES OF YOU ENDING YOUR OWN FUCKING LIFE IS BLOODY HIGH, JUST MAKE SURE THAT YOU DON'T HURT/TROUBLE OTHER INNOCENT ROAD USERS!

GO RACE TO HELL, JGQ 5578! IF I SEE YOU AGAIN, YOU BETTER PRAY DAMN HARD THAT I DON'T FIND ANY CLUBS OR BATS!

The Holy Bible

Saw Louisa's msn nick - , went to The Bible Gatewayto check out some verses of the Bible, find that I still don't understand most of the contents of the Bible, though it's really writen in simple English like she says.

Ok, these are the very few verses that I roughly understand and agree with:-

³Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
⁴Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
⁵Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
⁶Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
⁷Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
⁸Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
⁹Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
¹⁰Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 5:3-10

Reminds me of Matthew WC and his siblings, Mark, John and Lucas though. Hehe... How are you doing now, Matt?

Goodbye Jennifer

Dear Jen

Almost everyone (including Ms Chew) asked me why didn't you turn up for classes today. They always presume that you'd report your whereabouts to me (supposing we've been sitting next to each other thruout last sem) when I'm actually as clueless as they are with regards to your absenses. Thank you for letting me know that you're deferring your course, so that I can quit wondering now.

Girl, in the journey of life, there are many more moments of loneliness await us - when you long for a company on a gloomy, stormy night, you may end up weeping alone, eating alone, sleeping alone. Although no man is an island, loneliness is really what we have to learn to bear, especially since you're studying abroad. It is loneliness that makes us stronger, a chance for us to experience one of the norms of life and appreciate our friends and family even more. Meanwhile depression is a choice, just like happiness. I was depressed before, at times I still feel that it's knocking on my door. But if we could try to direct our attentions to something else, some happy thoughts, it ain't something invincible after all. Do something that you'd feel happy about, even if it means doing something so minor that gives you a sense of mini achievement.

Anyway, you don't need lecture from me. Take good care of your health, hope you'd recover soon. Good luck, goodbye.

P/S Your deferment officially makes our class 8 students left - the smallest full time class I've attended! What an experience, thank you! :p


Regards
Mel

School Again

0707 wake up
0732 leave home
0835 arrive school

Lazy morning, traffic's alright. DWA class' boring, still. Hope something will fall from the sky, eg. money or food (but no bird shit, please!)

Mel's bored, boREd, BORED! Yeah yeah, keep on complaining...

Apparently there are only 3 exams at the end of this sem. DUI's 100% assessed thru incourse only...

Good Friday

Woke up late today, read some news, time to go out. Arrive at APIIT at 1.30, there were ample of empty car park lots, and all the 3 books that I need were on the rack! Surprised.

Went to Monash for Amanda's WAC meeting, feel honoured for the extension of invitation. You've got leadership, just need to be more confident, I believe that you can do great things. Good luck, girl.

Feel the extra inch, needed a swim but it was pouring outside. Met with Wei Hong, Louisa, Florence, Rajiv, Shirley, Gerald, Huei Ying. Had a short chat with Sara at the cafeteria, oh the cafeteria's so canggih now - San Frans Coffee lar, Auntie Anne's lar - for the spoilt brats.

Played 2 hours of 8 balls at Club 7 with Sara, Shirley and David. No breakfast, taufoofar and soya milk for lunch, was feeling weak after 2 games already. After sending them back to uni, went to pump in petrol. Slightly more than half a tank for RM28, my baby Kelisa drinks like a cow! I'm starving and trembling, Lovey must be tired and hungry after a day of hard work, a quick bite@McD's ideal...

Lovey wore a black collared shirt to church today, looking great, man! Seeing you play the drums turns me on strangely, hehe! Pastor Pax was funny and 'polite' as he kept greeting the pilgrims "Hello?". Hi! :p Haha. Met with Uncle and Auntie Tan after the service, they're both tall and slim, look very friendly...

Malay food for dinner at Tanjung Harapan was not bad at all - seafood's fresh and the Tom Yam's delicious. Nice view. Thanks for bringing me there, lovey! *hug*

Oh btw, sorry for the lost of life, kitty. Namo Amitabha. *a moment of silence*

Doll Girl

Dad, thanks for sending me to the LRT station early in the morn. *hug*

Arrived at Hilton KL at 7.05, helped to string the lanyard and name card holder together, did some registration and ushering work, pretty idle throughout the 10 hours. No doubt I get paid, greeting and being greeted by makes me feel like a doll.

Dinner at Suchan was rewarding for fatigue Mel. The tiramisu's very special.

Conclusion: I don't want a permanent job that doesn't require brain power, even if the money's good.

Mukhtar Mai - My New Idol

Mukhtar Mai is red-eyed with exhaustion. The 33-year-old has traveled through the night from Multan, 650km south of the Pakistani capital, Islamabad. She collapses onto a couch in a Spartan aid agency office, talking in short, angry bursts. When a friend takes over, her head starts nodding into sleep. But there is little time for rest.

Earlier this month, a court ordered the release of the six men that Mukhtar’s tearful testimony helped sentence to death three years earlier. Furious at the injustice and fearful for her own safety, she has come to the capital to have them locked up again. “I am in shock,” she said of the acquittal.

However, at the end of last week, Pakistan’s highest Islamic court declared the acquittal illegal. Then, on THrusday, four of the accused were released from jail after the Supreme Court set aside the ruling of the Islamic court.

The courageous Pakistani had thought that this battle was already won.

In 2002, Mukhtar made international news after a council of village elders sentenced her to be raped as punishment for an “honour crime” alleged to have been committed by her younger brother. Before a crowd of several hundred people, four men pushed her into a mud-walled room and raped her repeatedly at gunpoint. Those waiting outside must have heard her screams, among them her distraught father and older brother.

When she emerged, they threw a shawl over her tattered clothes and helped her home. It was not far. The rapists, who lived on the far side of a cotton field, were her nearest neighbours. It was not the rape that made the headlines, but the reaction. To carry out their bestial sentence, the rapists reckoned on Mukhtar’s silence. They reckoned wrong. Fighting back tears, she testified against her attackers in open court. The following August, six men – four rapists and two tribal elders – were sentenced to death by hanging.

For once, in a country where a woman must produce four witnesses to prove rape, the victim became the victor.

Now, Mukhtar feels crushed by the dramatic turn of events and her outrage is widely shared. The decision was a “national tragedy”, wrote the Daily Times newspaper in a front-page editorial. “This is not a case in which a woman has been raped. This is a case in which a nation has been raped.”

Once more, the illiterate daughter of a timber merchant is in the frontline of the struggle for women’s rights in a male-dominated society. When this all started, there were few signs that the frail-looking villager would have the fortitude of a warrior.

Mukhtar lived a quiet life at her parents’ home in Meerwala on the pan-flat plains of southern Punjab. It is an area of rich soils and burning summers, when temperatures can tip over 50°C. Most families are desperately poor, locked into a feudal system further skewed by divisions of caste and class.

There was, however, one clue to her independent streak. She divorced her husband at 19, three years into an arranged marriage gone wrong. “Both of us had a short temper. You know how it is. When you are young, you are emotional,” is how she explains it.

Then on that fateful night, everything changed. It started over an argument between neighbours. The Mastoi, a higher-caste family who lived on the other side of a cotton field, accused her 12-year-old brother, Shakoor, of having a sexual affair with one of their women. (A government enquiry later exposed the story as hogwash.) Leveraging their social superiority, the Mastoi marched Shakoor to jail and convened a panchayat, or tribal court, to settle the affair.

Mukhtar and her father went along to plead his innocence. Moments later, she became the solution. Still now, she has difficulty recounting what happened next.

“I am sorry, I have told this story too often,” she says, a hand-shadowing her face. “It disturbs my sleep. I cannot go back there.” The incident could have easily vanished into obscurity. Suicide is a common strategy of rural Pakistani women who are pressured into saving the family “honour”, Mukhtar says.

“In this area, there is no law and no justice. A woman is left with one option, and that is to die.”

But unexpected support stirred her resolve. A local imam denounced the attack at Friday prayers, and the case reached the Urdu-language papers. Then it fanned out into the international media.

By the time that it came to court, the whole country was behind her. The provincial governor visited. President Pervez Musharraf sent a £4,500 (RM33,750) donation, 24-hour police protection, and the offer of a house in Islamabad.

“Not all women have the anger and courage to become strong like that. She became a symbol of courage for us,” says Dr Farzana Bari, director of gender studies at Quaid-i-Azam University in Islamabad.

Mukhtar used the presidential donation to build Meerwala’s first primary schools, where 270 boys and girls are now studying. The benefactor is also one of the most enthusiastic students, through private lessons. “I can write my own name, and count to 100,” she says proudly.

There is also more money than she could imagine. A New York Times article published last autumn triggered US$133,000 (RM505,400) in donations. She says she will spend the money on more schools and an ambulance service. But good fortune also brought a share of complications. News of the financial windfall has brought many new “friends” into Mukhtar’s orbit.

A dozen men have proposed marriage – an irony for a woman whose rape would normally make her the least desirable prospect in town. “They are just after the money I received, so I turned them all down,” says Mukhtar.

And out at her gate, the 24-hour police guard has never been disbanded. It is a sharp reminder that, for some, Mukhtar remains just a troublesome woman who needs to be shut up – at any cost. “They usually pass the threats through neighbours,” she says. “They say they will kill me with a bomb or a bullet.”

The Mastois remain her main fear. Despite numerous entreaties, Mukhtar refused to forgive her attackers. Instead, she prayed to hasten their executions. “Any person in my place would do the same,” she says firmly. “I cannot pardon them.”

After last week’s verdict, the jubilant Mastoi distributed sweets to children in the street. Later, they returned home to slaughter a buffalo and celebrate through the night.

Mukhtar is worried for her family’s safety, and has spent the first tranche of the New York Times money on building a permanent police post outside her door. Sometimes, she admits, she regrets ever bringing the case.

“Especially in recent days, I have thought of this,” she says. But this is not the end. She will not leave her house and she will not bend. “Yes there is pressure, but I will not compromise, because if I do, tomorrow they will come and rape another woman in my community.”

It will take much more than one woman to turn back the tide of sexual violence in Pakistan. But Mukhtar believes that her bravery has already made a difference.

“We have heard of several cases of women who were being beaten by their husbands,” she explains with a wry smile. “They warn them: ‘You better stop because, if you continue like this, we will go to Mukhtar Mai.’” - Guardian News Service

Follow up.

Beautiful Languages

My name in Sinhala, Japanese, Mandarin, and Mel-ish!

Sem 2 Plan

Decision: Drive to school

Reasons/Pros:
1. Safer - less interaction with strangers, lower probability of being mugged/snatched/robbed.
2. Cheaper - apparently commuting by Star is expensive, and there's no Star station nearby Gombak...
3. Flexibility - time and freedom wise;

Cons:
1. Parking space availability;
2. Traffic jam;

Reminders:
1. Service car
2. Bring:-
(a) Spare hp batt
(b) Car battery saline
(c) Money

schedule(semester two) {
if (hari=="Tue")
printf("0530 wake up, breakfast, shower\n0630 leave home\n0730 reach tpm\n0845-1015 class\n1205-1335 class\n1430 swim\n");
if (hari=="Mon" || hari=="Thur" ||)
printf("0530 wake up, breakfast, shower\n0630 leave home\n0730 reach tpm\n0845-1015 class\n1205-1335 class\n1530-1700 class\n");
if (hari!="Mon" && hari!="Tue" && hari!="Thur")
printf("Get some work done and don't slack no more, for GOD'S SAKE!\n");
}

Corny!

熊猫深爱着小鹿，表达爱意时却遭到拒绝。熊猫大叫：为什么？这一切都是为什么?

小鹿胆怯地说：我妈说了，戴墨镜的都是不良少年。

A panda expressed its love for a little deer but was turned down. "Why? Why is this so?" Yelled the panda.

The lil' deer says in fear, "My mom says, all bad lads wear shades."

最后悔的事 The Most Regretful Things

比利时有一份杂志曾经针对60岁以上的老人家做过一项访问：“你最后悔的是什么？”他们的问卷很简单，只列出10项生活中最容易令人后悔的事情，让老人家勾选。

答卷收回来，结果如下：

75巴仙后悔少壮不努力，以至老来事业无成；62巴仙后悔对子女教育不够或者方法不当；57巴仙后悔没有好好珍惜自己的伴侣；49巴仙后悔锻炼身体不足。只有15巴仙的人后悔没有赚到更多的钱。

(Translation) A survey was conducted by a Belize magazine, some aged 60+ folks were asked to generalise the most regretful things they've done in their lifes.

The questionnaire generated the following results:

75% regretted that they did not work harder in establishing a solid career; 62% regretted that they did not give their children enough/adequate education; 57% regretted that they did not cherish their partners; 49% regretted for not exercising enough when they were younger. Only 15% wished they had earned more money.

Conclusion: Money is not everything. Achievements in career, family and friends, health, etc, are far more meaningful even if we have less money. Now gimme your purse/wallet, car keys, house keys, insurance policies... (What's wrong with me lately? :p)

I Don't Understand the Case

Three days ago, they tried to rob the poor Malay lady at Giant Batu Caves, she refused to surrender her car, she was shot dead with one bullet. They then tried to rob a man nearby, the man thought the gun pointed towards his window was a fake gun, and he was hurt. They then pushed their luck again, went to the third victim, robbed her car successfully and sped off.

Today, the robbed kancil is found parking in Taman Seri Gombak. Police and Forensic officers came to investigate. Suppose the two criminals were hired to kill the lady due to business conspiracy, why wouldn't they cover their faces while they gunned down her? They were stupid to be seen by so many people (those whose cars were robbed, or attempted to be taken, and those shoppers). Why would they abandon the car in an area so close by to the crime scene they commited the crime before? What have they done using the kancil in two days' time? If they weren't desperate for money, why did they rob? Why didn't the police set up road blocks immediately here? If the gun that they were using was legal, it's all traced, otherwise if it was bought from dark market, what takes the police so long to find out the truth?

Why are people getting crazier, so violent and desperate? Why don't they get a proper job and get a life instead? Why do they hurt others for no reasons or for money? A life for a life. If these people were caught, they ought to be tortured and killed, the same way they put others through the pain...

P/S Calvin, I still think that they're stupid to abandon the car so close by to the crime scene. And there's no reasons whatsoever, for anyone to hurt others, for money or for pleasure.

Btw, I'm fine, thanks for your concern. Hope you're doing good, too :) Take care. Thanks for viewing my blog still...

Good Friday Practice

Dear Lovey

Thank you for inviting me to your practice for Good Friday. I've not been to many churches before, so your church's environment is quiet different from others. It was funny experience - "Jesus" was darn amusing when yelling, the sound effect guys are terribly blur, the band leader kept saying something else for "betrayed", the motorcycle joke was awesome... Also I've never read so many pages of bibles in my life before (can't understand what I've read though, haha), I had fun looking for the verses printed on the banners hung in the church from the bible. And today I've seen the thickest song book! Later the prayer led by Ron Koo was a brand new experience for me :) He should consider serious trainings to be an entertainer in places like say, Actor Studio? Oh, also thanks for introducing me to your bro Ron, he's tall, and he's got big palms.

Oh yes, in case I forgot to mention, you look absolutely delicious behind the drum set, I was excited watching you play! Talentednya... Talking bout bad brain and limbs coordination huh, I don't think so! Becky was jokingly saying yday, that the three of you should start a band, I agree. Mmm, like The Corrs, let's start considering a name for your upcoming band! *excited again* Let's see... The Tans, or The Chinba Siblings! Does Uncle Tan play the saxaphone, or maybe Auntie Tan's a Violinist? Hehehehe. I'll never know. Keep it up anyway!

I enjoyed myself at dinner, church and supper. Thanks for your company, thank you for dressing up to please me (not necessary though but you look great in just lil effort, seriously :)), thanks for the night *hug* Only thing is that I think we should re-adjust the timings, hehe.

All the best for your performance on Friday ya, yang! :) *sunflowers*


Luv
Shitty_Me

Ice-cream All The Way!

Went to Giant after dinner to shop for ice-creams, now one of the drawers out of three of the freezer is full of ice-creams! Yum yum!! choc flavor, sour plum, tropicana... ooh!

Oh btw, a girl was shot dead at Giant here yesterday when she refuses to surrender her car. So my point is, earthly things don't worth more than our lives. Think of your family, your loved ones when you think worldly things are important. Surrender your car, gimme your car keys... :p

Mel is HIGH on ice-cream... not even rum-flavored ones!

Spare Your Mercy!

Just because we are human
Just because the profit is luscious
Just because we are rich
Just because we are stronger

Doesn't mean we have the right to kill
Doesn't mean we have to kill to get rich
Doesn't mean we should flaunt on others' life expenses
Doesn't mean we can mistreat others

Money is not everything
Money buys a better living but not real heaven
Money can't buy true happiness
Money doesn't make anyone more adorable

Think of our own family members
Think of what money really is
Think of what happens after a night of glory, putting on fur
Think of the laws that govern the nature - a mirror, what you do to others are actually what you'll be getting in return, in just matter of time

We can flaunt our wealth but we can't escape from death
We may choose to do good or we may sin, we pay for it anyway
We can be filthy rich, but what are all these worldly things really?
We are truly strong and invincible only by showing our love

Fur Making? Sin Making!

Map

Home

Bloody Once More

Lives and Choices

Lunch with mom and dad's former colleagues, Uncle Lim, Uncle Tony, Uncle Sunny, Uncle and Aunt Evon, was inspiring experience. People who walk through their lives with positive thinking and attitude, are extremely admirable, attractive and sexy.

Never a smooth sail
Never a bed of roses
Everyone falls
Everything is a risk
Beneath challenges
Lies opportunities and hopes
Lives are ours
To decide, to strive
Or to discard, to give up
Throughout the journey of life
We may enjoy the smell of the soil
We may hate the seemingly endless grass field
Many ways to Rome
Even more ways to Hell
The choice is ours

I will live my life with full passion.

...........
Sunday Nite
Swam alone at PTGC for an hour, took a nap by the poolside for 10 minutes, it was heaven, oh. Swam for another half an hour, did some stretching, did quite a number of rounds of backstrokes today, felt good and fit. Fruits and milk for dinner, later met with Lovey for waffle, fries and ice-cream... Met with a Volvo S80 on the way back, damn his specs are so much better than waja, so blardy fast and powerful, not fair. 7819 gentleman, I could do as good if I drive the same specs, nice race though! Listening to piano music after shower, relaxed. Gotta resume on FYP again.

Life's good.

Thank You, Ms Chew!

Dear Ms Chew

Thank you for
1. Being such a nice, friendly, funny, caring, lenient lecturer and supervisor.
2. Taking the effort to surf for my FYP idea - iCommunicator is reviewed :)
3. Your time and effort in sending me helpful material (storyboard template).
4. Speedy reply each time I email you.
5. Your words of encouragement.

It's touching to know that you're way more than a supervisor. So caring you are! I am truly lucky to be your supervisee :) You are certainly one of the best lecturers I've been taught by among the many APIIT lecturers! Perhaps I don't quite qualify to say this, but you deserve something great! Hereby to wish you all the best in whatever you wish to pursue in life.

Thank you, I'll work hard on my FYP ;)


Yours sincerely
Melissa Shum

Randolph Meets Mom

Dear Lovey

Thank you for kaming so far to meet mom during lunch today. I appreciate that you care to meet mom, my best friend. I wish to apologize for the short meet as she's really busy with work, I'm sure you understand :) In fact she came home from work at 10pm...

Only when I asked her what does she think of you (otherwise she usually wouldn't comment/interfere), she smiled to me and said "Not too bad...", in a happy, teasing tone. Usually if I ask for her opinion of someone that she finds only so-so (ie Henry...), she'd go "ok ler..." in a low tone. I know my mom. She's just not gifted like me, to be able to express herself talkatively, going all jumpy to comment on someone or describe something excitedly - she's memang expression-short, you saw! Hehe.

Now that she knows who you are, she wouldn't bug me as much asking me tonnes of questions. She just know when to keep her distance :) She still cares, but I know she's less worried now (especially after I told her how motivated and encouraged I feel now towards my studies becoz of you), thanks *hug* I said less worried, coz me still her lil' girl at times, usual, you know...

Oh btw, I loved your company very much in IKEA and look forward for more visits, just the two of us. Please? Hehe. Despite the kiss blooper, I actually had fun doing it in the middle of somewhere so artful so nice with the feelings so right (kissing longer will really turn me on :P), like no one matters. Hope you feel the same too :) Thank you for all da kisses everywhere we are hehe... *lick lick* I enjoy the closeness, I like the feeling of being loved hehe. Appreciate you showing it to me...

More more, your Shitty wants more! :p (think it's funny that I admit/"agree to" it?)


Love
my CRAPPY's Melissa (now it's not so funny anymore, isnt' it? RIGHT?)

Sorry and Thank You, Sara

Dear Sara

I'm sorry to have brought you the updates of my life. Thank you for respecting my choice and decision. Because of your cool fact acceptance ability, I wish to say no regrets of initiating the conversation with you in the library back then. Glad we're still friends, and you're still welcome to call me out for a drink or pool and stuff :) You're still one cool pal of mine.


Yours sincerely
Mel

FYP Mid Point Interview

Luckily the traffic was not too bad, took 35 minutes to reach the school. Met with Ms Chew in the waiting area outside of the presentation rooms, I felt ashame to look at her in the eyes, damn. Should have worked harder and showed her my work.

It was 19 minutes after my scheduled appointment time and Dr Andy was still busy with another student in the presentation room nextdoor, the worst thing is I wasn't even sure if that was him! He came into the room after 5 minutes, smiled, sat down. Ok, they say he's a fair man. I can't tell yet, but he's definitely friendly and I didn't feel nervous or uneasy or theatened. Good start, Mel.

He started telling me the procedures of the interview, inserted a VHS in the recorder which is connected to the PC, and for some reason, the college wants to record the process. Still I didn't feel nervous, what to do, seen and am able to handle situations :p I explained why I wasn't able to show the updated documents becoz of the loss of data accidentally before he even started asking questions, hehe... He was understanding and said it's ok, then the interview started.

Everything was ok during the interview other than the part where he asked bout FileMaker and Access, shit. Need to buck up on database knowledge. Forgot to prepare yesterday! Anyway when he finally process the assessment in my presence, I know I get 14/20. Not too bad for someone who does her homework but loss her data! Thank god.

Seeing it as a good start, feel encouraged and energetic still, will certainly work harder!

Thoughts on Coaching

Sis' artwork this week's still on sketching and shading, but requires more skills and concentration on details and complexity. As I coach her sketching from scratch, I can't help thinking of children's education.

Children's souls are clean and sacred, innocent yet rough. It's amazing to watch them learn and grow, immitate and create. Like a sheet of white paper, you could paint anything you want - as beautiful as you'd least expected to be stunned, or as ugly as you'd be shocked - educate and teach them the way you think is right, but there's no one right way, in my opinion, only better or worse. What do you want them to do? Do you want them to think, be creative, be critical, or do you want them to follow instructions, follow the rules, or combination of both.

Too much of go-free is no good because the children may go too wild, or they may learn the wrong things and not having guidance back to the right track. They do not abide by rules because rules and regulations may seem ridiculous as they grow, they may be stubborn to be criticised. Too much of fules and instructions make a children a robot who do not work independantly. A combination of critical thinking and following rules and instructions as required is the best approach, of course, but to strike a balance ain't easy. Perhaps the best way to achieve such is to lead by example.

Children pick up new things so fast that sometimes it's unbelievable, so to speak. I compared the way I was raised by my parents with some of my cousins' and my friends'. Mom and dad suggest what's good for us, allow us to decide what we want. Once we made our decisions, the rules flow in naturally, sometimes even like they're all unspoken and understood. I must say that the open-minded yet conservative approach had made my learning experience rather interesting but can sometimes be frustrating... Guess it's all up to individual's thinking and judgement when they are matured enough to judge. Is there a need of judgement? Yes, in this case, I think it is necessary for me to analyse the routes I took in growing up, simply because I realize that I like working with kids.

But then again, there are so much more than just the approach of coaching.

Speaking of which, my OCAC homework are way too long overdue, shit! What are those, mm, Children's Psychology, Education Psychology, Calligraphy and Chinese Lit! Oh no! ...mama, papa, why never did you guys FORCE me to be more disciplined?! But then again, how to force?... See, it's up to how we see and take things!

...ok enough. Go back to work!

A New Chapter

A new chapter of my life is established. Despite all the past experiences, something's always different everytime the fact that we're all unique, but this time I feel truly different.

You clear doubts, you don't give false hope
You don't hide your feelings
You are honest and modest
You are forgiving, you don't hold grudges
You stand on your ground firmly but not stubborn
You are open to suggestion and you listen
You are humble and down-to-earth
You don't force things, you let things be what they shall be
You are realistic, you don't create false pictures
You are humorous yet not boring
You are funny yet not idiotic (even when you're disgusting and embarrassing, nOT kiDDiNg :p)

I can go on with the list, but I don't wanna hear you say that you're not perfect lar, you've your flaws too lar, things like that - 'cause I didn't say you're perfect, you perasan! Muahahaha :p I'm glad you are who you are. You sweep me off my feet with your efforts and time commitments, and I like it!

Thank you for sharing, for listening, for being there. Thank you, Randolph. I trust you.

P/S Be thankful for this time, it's not just aLL abOuT Me, mYsELf aNd I!! :p


I look forward to walk through a garden full of sunflowers with you; The clouds will be so happy they'd form a bridge and let the rainbow do the colouring freely...

Coconut Spa

Still having mild fever, nose block and sore throat. Mom bought a few packets of coconut juice for sis and I. The coconut packets just remind me so much of how fishes are packed in plastic bags when buying from aquarium shop.

"Mei, why not we buy some fish and put them in?" I said.
"OK, give the fishes a coconut spa!" says the lil' monster!

To Sara

Dear Sara

Kindly return my call as soon as you see this. I've got something to say to you. Thx.


Mel

Wild Desire

Once upon a time, I had wanted tattoos. Good thing I didn't have it, else I'd have go thru second round paint o remove it when I grow tired of them...

Trust

What is trust?
How much is trust worth - if it cannot be bought with money, why is it worthy?
How soon can we trust others with all our hearts?
Why do we trust the things said by those we trust?
How do we know for sure that it is trustworthy?
How sure are we that we don't doubt when we trust, not even a little bit?
Or do we choose to believe that the person we trust is trustworthy?
If we discover that the person we trusted and everything said were all lies, what happens to our beliefs and our trusts - we realize it's not trust we had for the other after all?
Why do people trust us?
Is trust a mutual feelings we should have?

Sometimes I may think too much.
Sometimes I trust people too easily.
Sometimes I doubt people too soon.
But when I trust you, I trust you with all my heart, without a doubt.
But when I don't trust you, things will never be the same again, our relationship will not remain as sweet anymore...

I hope those whom I trust are trustworthy.
I hope I'm trustworthy to those who trust me.

Another Day Out

morning
Swim@3K with willie and "met with randie"

noon
Lunch at USJ10, Segambut Seafood is it called? Nice meal, the seafood are fresh! *yummy*. Had a chat about transexual, bisexual, gay and lesbianship, randie got approached several times! Haha. After a few pool games and a quick drink at A&W, went to uni.

Upon arrival at MUSA Office I saw Jerald the president (whom I couldn't remember at first). Amanda wasn't in, I hand the name cards to Shirley but Jerald took it from me. For a moment I thought, 'er, you look familiar, but who are you ar?' luckily didn't say it aloud! Hehe :") Went to the lounge to say hi, everthing was still pretty much the same, think Mervyn's still the manager...

Went to Dush's place to collect the photostated books, he also gave me some souvenirs he brought back from Sri Lanka, a cute lil' bag and a replica of a beautiful woman on a piece of metal. It seems there was a king who lived lonelily on a hill, his wife's passed away. He felt so bored after some time, he hired crafters to craft many beautiful women on the wall surrounding his castle. So I was thinking to myself, alright a king we're talking bout, he could have everything he wanted but he chose to just craft women on the wall instead of flirting or remarrying? Interesting. Was very thoughtful of Dush anyway.

Tried calling Sara, smsed him but received no reply at all. You alright, Sara? Overseas? Or have I don't something wrong? Hope to hear from you. Hi anyway.

evening
It started to rain on the way back, met with Su Jay, I think he changed a lil. More down to earth, more polite? Hehe, I don't even know him well before this! It was only 4.00 but Federal Highway's traffic's already piling up! Collected the CD from Anne Laura, went straight to Regent. Had a hair cut at Kimarie, the girl took a while to blow my hair straight. Mom said the new look's better, but I can never straighten my hair like that - lack of patience...

I catch flu again, and I think I've fever now... Gonna sleep early. It's only 8!

Fate. Twist and Turn.

Boarded two different trains from two terminals, a slight miss of 5 seconds, the fate of two people who are not meant to meet will just not meet. Seen it so many times on movies such as Serendipity, I just have to experience it to believe that things like that happens in real life!

It all started with sotong mel's absent-minded again. The story goes like this. One day Mel forgot to bring handphone out (something not unusual!), and she was out taking a train ride, from one terminal to another terminal, which takes one bloody full hour. As she was at A going to B, her friend planned and executed a surprise for her - riding from B to A, almost at the first time. Meanwhile, her friend sent her message informing her of the surprise, but obviously she didn't know. Her friend wanted to stop in the middle of the journey to turn back - if her friend had, they'd have met in the same train, but her friend thought "last time I return halfway and wasn't fruitful, so this time must go all the way till the other terminal". Fair enough, her friend arrived at A and mel arrived at B. They both waited for each other. After waiting for an hour, Mel finally decided to give up and took a return trip back to A. And then something happen in between which Mel wasn't reall sure, when she arrived home, tired and upset with herself, she missed 18 of her friend's calls. Only when she returns the call, she realize that if she hadn't boarded the feeder bus back home so soon, she and her friend would have met anyhow.

Phew. *Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, take a sip of H2O* This is my story of waiting. A true story of two persons' fates on one night. They spent 2 hours on the train each, and waited for 1 hour, each. This is the second time I've waited pATienTLy for 1 full hour. Today only I realize that my phone's not only for my convenience's sake to dial out, but also for others' sake to reach me.

Talking bout good plan (supposedly could be great surprise), but bad execution huh.

P/s Mom thought I was kidnapped - phone left at home, no note, no words spoken.

1 apple/day = 0 doctor?

Which homo sapien came out with the saying jz to make his/her child eat fruits? I don't like eating apples (but I don't mind drinking it) but still it doesn't keep Dr Ng aways...


An apple a day keeps the doctor away?

Different Views of KLCC

Can't remember exactly when was the last time I went to KLCC, the place where I used to visit almost everyday till I called it my second home, the attraction of the park has not faded much to me. Though the tracks are not as well-maintained compared to back then, the metal dolphines are standing fine still in the mini lake, the beauty of KLCC remains. Slow walk and jog at the park was truly enjoyable - being in the heart of the city, yet away from all vehicle noice and dust, and human judgements. Great food + great company = great dinner@CPK. It was all dark by the time dinner's over, went for another walk at the park, found a spot and sat down and chat, tonight's one of the best nights in many months that I enjoy very much. Admiring the high rise from various views is simply a great thing to do under the clear evening sky.

Reading ET's testimonial while listening to Katie Melua's The Closest Thing to Crazy. About sexy voice, I think Norah Jones and Katie Melua are among many others who have got it. Katie Melua, being my new fav, I'd recommend The Closest Thing to Crazy, Call Off the Search, Faraway Voice, and Lilac Wine.

A Warning Letter

Dear G

Whatever that is over shall remain as past. Please understand that it takes two hands to clap at failed relationships. People need to move on without looking back, I have. I'm not gonna let the past hold back my present and future decisions. Say I'm playful whatever, I don't care. I know what I want and you can't deny that I've grown up. Although I respect you as my brother and friend, and am grateful for your opinion and advice, but I feel that you've interfered in my life and I don't like it. Please do not repeat the statement you made today and kindly remain within the undrawn border. Very much appreciated.

Love
Mel