Pet, I know I've told you this before but I have to stress this again: This is your best piece of writing so far. So proud of you.
How fares the cabbie?
by Petra Gimbad
I saw the lanterns today. Lit from within, they provided a breath of fresh air and light-heartedness to an otherwise stuffy shopping mall, filled with teeming customers. Then I realised: I look for hope everywhere.
It amazes me still to discover how misplaced our judgment can be. One of my closest friends blames it on my starry-eyed optimism and adamant refusal to have anything but faith in humankind.
In this case, I was surprised at the venom with which acquaintances responded to the recent request from cab drivers to raise their base fee of RM2. "They’re all cheats, they’re rude, they all are greedy," I heard again and again.
When my mother informed me that cab drivers were going on strike for two days around the Merdeka weekend, I asked every driver I met the week following that: "How did the strike go?"
The first said he did not go on strike and that the rest who did were crazy. He needed the income. But just in case, he drove only around his kampung, lest he incur the wrath of his fellow colleagues. He did not know what might happen to him otherwise.
The second talked about how the prices of goods have gone up, that cab fares in Kuala Lumpur are cheap compared to say, Penang.
I agreed. I pay RM10 for very short distances in Kota Kinabalu. Forget about the meter.
Another told me his meter was broken and I could pay whatever I liked. This was after I saw a few customers refuse to enter his taxi. Since it was the Merdeka weekend, he could not find anyone to fix it. He was not looking forward to paying a couple of hundred dollars on Monday.
"Is it not your taxi company’s responsibility?"
He laughed and sighed.
The most memorable chap started yelling about how ludicrous it is that Malaysia produces its own oil, yet we pay above minimum prices for gas. "Tak masuk akal! You tengok Singapore-ah, mereka tak ada gas sendiri pun masih boleh beli minimum price!"
The friend whom I narrated this incident to, grinned and remarked, "You can’t argue with that."
Which brings me back to hope and misplaced judgments. I use cabs on a daily basis, and rarely encounter drivers who lack courtesy. In fact, they gauge my facial expressions before opening up – with advice on how to live a good life, chats about the economy, politics, race and religion and asking what really causes rape when they discover I work for a feminist organisation.
Some of them quake when I say it is up to them which route to take, A or B. "Customer marah oh," they tell me. "Bagus kalau you bagi tahu saya mana mau pergi, nanti you tak happy, I pun tak happy. Nanti you cakap saya tipu dan tak mau bayar."
Smelling their fear, I suspect that Malaysian consumers of cabs are not exactly the paragons of graceful speech.
Once, I responded: "Saya ingat mungkin uncle prefer guna jalan itu kerana ada lampu. Saya dengar ramai driver kena attack lately."
He laughed, then sobered and told me it was true. A few days before, someone he knew picked up a young slight girl of my age. Upon reaching their destination, he was attacked and robbed by her friends. It happened in my area.
A couple of these cab drivers finally asked, "What’s your opinion on the fee raise?"
I responded honestly: Malaysians complain too much, their claims of virtue smacks of hypocrisy and their solutions are utterly misplaced.
If, for recreational purposes, Malaysians must fill the malls to the brim with the aid of a cab, then as far as I am concerned, a cab ride is a luxury. We do pay a lot less for cabs by the meter in this part of the country.
Malaysians complain that cab drivers show no respect. However, what about our respect for them as human beings? Too many instances of customers yelling rudely at waitresses instead of making a gentle request come to mind.
Most pressing: if what we want is efficient and affordable transport, we are barking up the wrong tree. We should be coming up with new ways to pressure the state to provide good bus and train services.
(A good friend, incensed with KTM, is now on first name basis with the main office after writing a flurry of letters to the press. A quick phone call from her complaining that the train is late gets an announcement two minutes later that the train will be arriving soon.)
The last I asked, there has been no response as of yet as to what has been decided on the issue.
This cab driver sighed. "Aiya, expected la."
Petra likes feminism and social justice. She is a media officer at the All Women’s Action Society. Comments: feedback@thesundaily.com
Friday, September 14, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
I hate it!
I hate how I need to be in touch
With friends far and near
For I miss them oh so much
For reasons crystal clear
I hate how I don't seem to mind
Initiating, maintaining
For it's relationships that are on the line
Memories and futures worth keeping
I hate the price I have to pay
For the efforts I have placed
For at the end of the day
I am not the one with the last say
But what I hate most of all
Is the fact that I do not hate
Being the person making the calls
The person who gives and not take
Just one thing though
It is people like me
Who provides telecommunication companies their dough
Paying exorbitant fees
GAH!!! I SO HATE IT!
Someone confiscate my mobile from me, please!!!!!
With friends far and near
For I miss them oh so much
For reasons crystal clear
I hate how I don't seem to mind
Initiating, maintaining
For it's relationships that are on the line
Memories and futures worth keeping
I hate the price I have to pay
For the efforts I have placed
For at the end of the day
I am not the one with the last say
But what I hate most of all
Is the fact that I do not hate
Being the person making the calls
The person who gives and not take
Just one thing though
It is people like me
Who provides telecommunication companies their dough
Paying exorbitant fees
GAH!!! I SO HATE IT!
Someone confiscate my mobile from me, please!!!!!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Break The Shackles Of “Tribal Think”!
Pet emailed this article to me this morning. Like freaking early la.
Authored & submitted by Jayanath Appudurai
For a long time, I have agonised over writing this piece to challenge my fellow Malaysians. Finally I said to myself – "what the heck? If I don't do it now, I may not live long enough to see if they really care about the future of this beloved land".
What better time to challenge my fellow citizens if not the approaching 50th year of nationhood. So here goes.
For too long, we have allowed to our own detriment a "cartel" of self-serving politicians and their coterie of entrepreneur buddies to set the agenda for this nation. They have moulded our thinking and controlled our thoughts, behaviour, responses and actions using the time-tested symbols of manipulation – race and religion!
We readily succumb to their clarion call to defend the race and religion and have fallen victims to our own comfort zone of categorising and stereotyping our fellow Malaysians along these lines. We, without a thought, consciously and sublimely succumb to grand generalisations and condemn our fellow beings based on these categories.
"All Malays are stupid, lazy and dependent on government handouts!"
"All Chinese are greedy, uncouth and are prone to using any means to accumulate wealth!"
"All Indians are dirty, untrustworthy and are prone to alcoholism and criminal activities!"
Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your worldview very little is heard by way of generalisations on Kadazans, Ibans, Dayaks, Melanaus and other minority Malaysians because we ,especially in Peninsular Malaysia, have rarely taken the trouble to know about, let alone understand our East Malaysian brethren.
God forbid, if and when we do so, I am sure some equally ridiculous generalisations will spew forth from our warped minds! And we will spew it with relative impunity with nary a thought!
Just for a moment reflect on these generalisations…..better still say it out aloud!
Can you honestly with a clear conscience say that you have no family member, relation, friend or associate of your so called "racial-religious tribe" that is not stupid, lazy, greedy, uncouth, dirty or untrustworthy? If you can I would really like to meet you and your pure tribe! You really must be specially selected by the Creator.
Have you not ever come across Malays that are intelligent and industrious and self-reliant; Chinese that are generous, civilised and not wealthy; or Indians that are clean, trustworthy and "teetotallers"?
What about the Malay cardiac surgeon who did a triple by-pass on your father and saved his life? What about the Chinese hawker who donated his day's entire earnings for the tsunami disaster victims? What about the Indian who donated his kidney to save your cousin?
Have you not ever come across, heard of, or befriended a fellow citizen of the "other" tribe who was kind, considerate, generous, moderate, rational and objective etc.
Surely you have but you would in all probability have rationalised it as he or she is "different" because….. You would have subconsciously enumerated a host of reasons not to "upset" your comfortable worldview.
So why do you do it? Because it is so easy when you stereotype and rationalise your way through life using tribal categories. You don't have to think and waste your precious brain cells. It makes you feel secure. It gives you a warm feeling of oneness, ownership and identity with the ilk of your tribe.
You reinforce your ignorance with equally ignoramus tribe members and everything is honky-dory! The bonding feels good! You feel great wallowing in your misplaced tribal pride.
And of course the cartel has ensured that you continue to muddle along this way because they will always benefit from this tribal mindset. Ah! But have you for a moment reflected on what the cartel does to control and reinforce your thoughts and actions.
Consider these "symbols" of thought control and manipulation so creatively used by the cartel:-
"Bangsa Malaysia versus Ketuanan Melayu"
"Perpaduan Negara versus Perpaduan Ummah"
"Malaysian Malaysia versus NEP"
"Secular State versus Islamic State"
"Bahasa Malaysia versus Bahasa Melayu"
"Bumiputra versus Non-Bumiputra"
"Constitutional Liberties versus Social Contract"
Think! How many times have you fallen for these Machiavellian machinations?
Worse still how many times have you used them to achieve your own ends?
Did you really feel good about yourself?
Did not an "inner voice" say something to prick you?
Of course it did, but you rationalised it anyway!
So my fellow citizens the buck stops with you!
You and only you, can do something about breaking the shackles of tribal group think!
And this 50th Merdeka will be truly meaningful if you take the first step to liberate your mind from the insidious control of the cartel and your respective tribes.
I challenge you not to meekly accept your tribe's group think and let the cartel's agenda hijack your mind! Pledge that from this day on – to rephrase Martin Luther King – "I will not judge my fellow Malaysians by the colour of their skin or their religious affiliation but by the strength of their character and the courage of their conviction".
This Merdeka Day commit to beginning the process to really take charge of your thought processes. Once you have sorted out the obvious "inequities" in your mind, move out of your comfort zone and go forth to "liberate" your family, relatives, friends and tribal members.
And Oh Yes! – don't forget your fellow Malaysians. They are waiting to bond with you and discover the true meaning of nationhood!
Selamat Merdeka!
24 July 2007
Authored & submitted by Jayanath Appudurai
For a long time, I have agonised over writing this piece to challenge my fellow Malaysians. Finally I said to myself – "what the heck? If I don't do it now, I may not live long enough to see if they really care about the future of this beloved land".
What better time to challenge my fellow citizens if not the approaching 50th year of nationhood. So here goes.
For too long, we have allowed to our own detriment a "cartel" of self-serving politicians and their coterie of entrepreneur buddies to set the agenda for this nation. They have moulded our thinking and controlled our thoughts, behaviour, responses and actions using the time-tested symbols of manipulation – race and religion!
We readily succumb to their clarion call to defend the race and religion and have fallen victims to our own comfort zone of categorising and stereotyping our fellow Malaysians along these lines. We, without a thought, consciously and sublimely succumb to grand generalisations and condemn our fellow beings based on these categories.
"All Malays are stupid, lazy and dependent on government handouts!"
"All Chinese are greedy, uncouth and are prone to using any means to accumulate wealth!"
"All Indians are dirty, untrustworthy and are prone to alcoholism and criminal activities!"
Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your worldview very little is heard by way of generalisations on Kadazans, Ibans, Dayaks, Melanaus and other minority Malaysians because we ,especially in Peninsular Malaysia, have rarely taken the trouble to know about, let alone understand our East Malaysian brethren.
God forbid, if and when we do so, I am sure some equally ridiculous generalisations will spew forth from our warped minds! And we will spew it with relative impunity with nary a thought!
Just for a moment reflect on these generalisations…..better still say it out aloud!
Can you honestly with a clear conscience say that you have no family member, relation, friend or associate of your so called "racial-religious tribe" that is not stupid, lazy, greedy, uncouth, dirty or untrustworthy? If you can I would really like to meet you and your pure tribe! You really must be specially selected by the Creator.
Have you not ever come across Malays that are intelligent and industrious and self-reliant; Chinese that are generous, civilised and not wealthy; or Indians that are clean, trustworthy and "teetotallers"?
What about the Malay cardiac surgeon who did a triple by-pass on your father and saved his life? What about the Chinese hawker who donated his day's entire earnings for the tsunami disaster victims? What about the Indian who donated his kidney to save your cousin?
Have you not ever come across, heard of, or befriended a fellow citizen of the "other" tribe who was kind, considerate, generous, moderate, rational and objective etc.
Surely you have but you would in all probability have rationalised it as he or she is "different" because….. You would have subconsciously enumerated a host of reasons not to "upset" your comfortable worldview.
So why do you do it? Because it is so easy when you stereotype and rationalise your way through life using tribal categories. You don't have to think and waste your precious brain cells. It makes you feel secure. It gives you a warm feeling of oneness, ownership and identity with the ilk of your tribe.
You reinforce your ignorance with equally ignoramus tribe members and everything is honky-dory! The bonding feels good! You feel great wallowing in your misplaced tribal pride.
And of course the cartel has ensured that you continue to muddle along this way because they will always benefit from this tribal mindset. Ah! But have you for a moment reflected on what the cartel does to control and reinforce your thoughts and actions.
Consider these "symbols" of thought control and manipulation so creatively used by the cartel:-
"Bangsa Malaysia versus Ketuanan Melayu"
"Perpaduan Negara versus Perpaduan Ummah"
"Malaysian Malaysia versus NEP"
"Secular State versus Islamic State"
"Bahasa Malaysia versus Bahasa Melayu"
"Bumiputra versus Non-Bumiputra"
"Constitutional Liberties versus Social Contract"
Think! How many times have you fallen for these Machiavellian machinations?
Worse still how many times have you used them to achieve your own ends?
Did you really feel good about yourself?
Did not an "inner voice" say something to prick you?
Of course it did, but you rationalised it anyway!
So my fellow citizens the buck stops with you!
You and only you, can do something about breaking the shackles of tribal group think!
And this 50th Merdeka will be truly meaningful if you take the first step to liberate your mind from the insidious control of the cartel and your respective tribes.
I challenge you not to meekly accept your tribe's group think and let the cartel's agenda hijack your mind! Pledge that from this day on – to rephrase Martin Luther King – "I will not judge my fellow Malaysians by the colour of their skin or their religious affiliation but by the strength of their character and the courage of their conviction".
This Merdeka Day commit to beginning the process to really take charge of your thought processes. Once you have sorted out the obvious "inequities" in your mind, move out of your comfort zone and go forth to "liberate" your family, relatives, friends and tribal members.
And Oh Yes! – don't forget your fellow Malaysians. They are waiting to bond with you and discover the true meaning of nationhood!
Selamat Merdeka!
24 July 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Greetings from SA!
We were ahead of schedule. I was welcomed with fine weather into Adelaide. Josh was late in coming to pick me up from the airport but I'm in no position to complain.
Adelaide reminds me a lot of Melbourne, actually. The roads, the designs, almost everything. Feels very much like Melbourne. I've taken heaps of pics already. Some of you may have already guessed that most of them would not contain much of me in them. Unfortunately, I am only able to give a simple recount of what I've done or seen. Pics would have to wait till I return to Sydney.
Josh lives very near the airport. He shares a 2-bedroom place with an Indonesian bloke. Nice fella. Not that far from the city either. Had lunch at Sushi Train, where a friend of his works (the friend who lent the car to him to pick me from the airport). She was nice enough to give us a generous discount on our lunch and ahem, sushi here is yum, I tell you. We met up with Yu Sheng and Jenny (his bubbly girlfriend) at Central Market. Nothing like the wet markets in Malaysia. Well-maintained and well-designed.
Quickly, I'd just recap my day. I visited Rundle Mall, ate some glorious chocolate, visited the University of Adelaide (that has the most spectacular library I've ever been in) and had dinner at North Adelaide. Oh, met some really cool people here, too - Rudy, Josh's housemate; Disha, the girl who provides the car; Boon, the Bruneian swimmer; Jenny, Yu Sheng's girlfriend and their housemate (whose name has slipped my mind at the moment); as well as Wendy, a CPUian.
Oh, and it's amazing how waiting for your friend to finish work can let you learn the art of playing simple mahjong.
Tomorrow, we plan to head for apparently superb yumcha at this place called City Zen. Then it's off to some place that is famous for Beerenberg jams. Then I think I'll be paying Darryl a visit. Hm, time permits, Ben would be in for a surprise, too.
Adelaide reminds me a lot of Melbourne, actually. The roads, the designs, almost everything. Feels very much like Melbourne. I've taken heaps of pics already. Some of you may have already guessed that most of them would not contain much of me in them. Unfortunately, I am only able to give a simple recount of what I've done or seen. Pics would have to wait till I return to Sydney.
Josh lives very near the airport. He shares a 2-bedroom place with an Indonesian bloke. Nice fella. Not that far from the city either. Had lunch at Sushi Train, where a friend of his works (the friend who lent the car to him to pick me from the airport). She was nice enough to give us a generous discount on our lunch and ahem, sushi here is yum, I tell you. We met up with Yu Sheng and Jenny (his bubbly girlfriend) at Central Market. Nothing like the wet markets in Malaysia. Well-maintained and well-designed.
Quickly, I'd just recap my day. I visited Rundle Mall, ate some glorious chocolate, visited the University of Adelaide (that has the most spectacular library I've ever been in) and had dinner at North Adelaide. Oh, met some really cool people here, too - Rudy, Josh's housemate; Disha, the girl who provides the car; Boon, the Bruneian swimmer; Jenny, Yu Sheng's girlfriend and their housemate (whose name has slipped my mind at the moment); as well as Wendy, a CPUian.
Oh, and it's amazing how waiting for your friend to finish work can let you learn the art of playing simple mahjong.
Tomorrow, we plan to head for apparently superb yumcha at this place called City Zen. Then it's off to some place that is famous for Beerenberg jams. Then I think I'll be paying Darryl a visit. Hm, time permits, Ben would be in for a surprise, too.
Friday, June 22, 2007
MERDEKA!
Yes, I AM FINALLY DONE!!!
Today, as of 1600 hours, I am no longer an undergraduate student. Provided that I'd pass my exams (which I know I will and with almost flying colours), I am now able to call myself a graduate. Muahahaha.... after four years of staying up late, listening to iLectures, printing notes, completing assignments, rushing for the bus and watching television dramas illegally.
But, is it a case of really merdeka-ing or not? (That question sounds grammatically wrong =/). Or is it just the beginning of the journey? I think life has just begun for me. I have been told numerous times how lucky I am to be 'still a student'. While my other classmates have begun their working lives, I am just venturing into it. But hey, who says learning halts?
Knowledge is the result of lifelong learning. The knowledge I've gained through my experiences (not only from studying but everything else) in uni I will use as a stepping stone for my future endeavours. I've always believed that it is not WHAT we learn and achieve that is important. Instead, it is HOW we use what we've learnt and the lessons we've GAINED from achievement that are vital in self growth and development.
What will I be doing after this now that I'm done? Plan the itenerary and recollect enough strength and equipment for my next expedition, of course!
Today, as of 1600 hours, I am no longer an undergraduate student. Provided that I'd pass my exams (which I know I will and with almost flying colours), I am now able to call myself a graduate. Muahahaha.... after four years of staying up late, listening to iLectures, printing notes, completing assignments, rushing for the bus and watching television dramas illegally.
But, is it a case of really merdeka-ing or not? (That question sounds grammatically wrong =/). Or is it just the beginning of the journey? I think life has just begun for me. I have been told numerous times how lucky I am to be 'still a student'. While my other classmates have begun their working lives, I am just venturing into it. But hey, who says learning halts?
Knowledge is the result of lifelong learning. The knowledge I've gained through my experiences (not only from studying but everything else) in uni I will use as a stepping stone for my future endeavours. I've always believed that it is not WHAT we learn and achieve that is important. Instead, it is HOW we use what we've learnt and the lessons we've GAINED from achievement that are vital in self growth and development.
What will I be doing after this now that I'm done? Plan the itenerary and recollect enough strength and equipment for my next expedition, of course!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Found something!
Hey fellas!
As some of you know, I religiously read The Star Online every day. One day, there was an article relating to a 'modern Buddhist teacher' in KL. Caught my attention straightaway. Thankfully, the article also had a website link for me to check out. The link is now in my sidebar under His Eminence's name. It's pretty cool, really. There are links to forums, to Kechara House, to activities and even MP3s and videos of His teachings! Heck, if you YouTube His name, you'd get around 6 pages of videos! Love watching his videos - super funny but enlightening at the same time. Now I realise that my knowledge of my own religion is like THAT little. =(
Okay, okay. I admit I've not talked much about Buddhism to many of you (other than Rick whom I argued with back in college regarding the matter). Heck, I still remember how some classmates in Form 5 were shocked to realise that I was NOT Christian. And you guys call yourselves my classmates... classmates for 11 years even! Okay, classmates may not know everything about me but my cousin?!?! She thought I was Christian, too! Bah!
Not that I mind. To me, it is like we do not follow one particular religion. I mean, we live in a modern world, or so we think. We have access to information from around the world and thus learning about other religions is no difficult task. We listen to people talk about, debate and share their experiences of their religions and beliefs. I think it is only natural that we absorb and reflect on our own beliefs. Who is to say that whatever we do and believe in now is the result of only ONE religion? For me, I think it's a mixture but we focus on one as our main light of guidance.
Have a think and see if your thoughts flow along the same line as mine. Maybe yes, maybe not but it doesn't really matter. Meanwhile, I will be checking out some books by Karen Armstrong. So glad that I finally have the time (and motivation - yes, yes, I can see some heads shaking...) to actually read up more on not only Buddhism but also other religions.
As some of you know, I religiously read The Star Online every day. One day, there was an article relating to a 'modern Buddhist teacher' in KL. Caught my attention straightaway. Thankfully, the article also had a website link for me to check out. The link is now in my sidebar under His Eminence's name. It's pretty cool, really. There are links to forums, to Kechara House, to activities and even MP3s and videos of His teachings! Heck, if you YouTube His name, you'd get around 6 pages of videos! Love watching his videos - super funny but enlightening at the same time. Now I realise that my knowledge of my own religion is like THAT little. =(
Okay, okay. I admit I've not talked much about Buddhism to many of you (other than Rick whom I argued with back in college regarding the matter). Heck, I still remember how some classmates in Form 5 were shocked to realise that I was NOT Christian. And you guys call yourselves my classmates... classmates for 11 years even! Okay, classmates may not know everything about me but my cousin?!?! She thought I was Christian, too! Bah!
Not that I mind. To me, it is like we do not follow one particular religion. I mean, we live in a modern world, or so we think. We have access to information from around the world and thus learning about other religions is no difficult task. We listen to people talk about, debate and share their experiences of their religions and beliefs. I think it is only natural that we absorb and reflect on our own beliefs. Who is to say that whatever we do and believe in now is the result of only ONE religion? For me, I think it's a mixture but we focus on one as our main light of guidance.
Have a think and see if your thoughts flow along the same line as mine. Maybe yes, maybe not but it doesn't really matter. Meanwhile, I will be checking out some books by Karen Armstrong. So glad that I finally have the time (and motivation - yes, yes, I can see some heads shaking...) to actually read up more on not only Buddhism but also other religions.
Monday, June 11, 2007
NOVA Cruise
Pretty straightforward. It was a cruise. We had dinner on the cruise. There was a freeflow of beer and carbonated drinks. There was a DJ. Lots of loud music and not to mention people. The food was... erm... not worth the money but I guess that's how it works. So what was so interesting about that night?
Well, it was an excuse to just lepak with friends. Since we've not seen both Nic and Miow's new girlfriends, we decided to kepoh. You want to know what I think about them? Haha.. not telling you anything. My opinions I'll keep to myself. As long as those two fellas are happy, I'm fine. Even if they aren't happy, it's not like I can do anything. It's ultimately their life.
Also, it's my final year in Sydney as a student. Well, for now, that is. Not sure if I'll be returning to do postgrad or not yet so let's just say this is my last year in Sydney. That means it's my last year of cheapER fares. So after 4 years, I've decided to finally show face at this event organised by the Malaysian student bodies from all 4 Sydney universities. When Taufoo and Jona found out, they were shocked.
"How can you not support the activities? So anti-social ar? Why like that? Cannot like that! Mix around ma..."
Hello, but, I am perfectly fine NOT mixing with fellow Malaysians whom I have seen for the past few years of my life. If I want to mix, I wouldn't be paying so much money to mix and catch up. I'd rather go somewhere where I could actually hear what you're saying and eat proper food that would fill my stomach. Anti-social? Coming all the way from Malaysia to mix around with Malaysians again? A bit pointless, don't you think?
Sigh, is it just me or what? Why can't people just accept that not everyone enjoy the same things? Or have I grown old? Too old to mix around with the 'happening' generation.
I enjoyed myself but not to the max. It was surface enjoyment. Very erm... not sure how to put it. Doesn't come from within I guess. It was definitely tiring. I don't know how the other girls could dance on heels that are way higher than mine. They must have very strong legs. Oh, and the seasickness.........
Oh well, now I guess I'd have to think twice before attending the Annual Dinner and Dance. I would be seeing, well, the same people all over again anyway.
Well, it was an excuse to just lepak with friends. Since we've not seen both Nic and Miow's new girlfriends, we decided to kepoh. You want to know what I think about them? Haha.. not telling you anything. My opinions I'll keep to myself. As long as those two fellas are happy, I'm fine. Even if they aren't happy, it's not like I can do anything. It's ultimately their life.
Also, it's my final year in Sydney as a student. Well, for now, that is. Not sure if I'll be returning to do postgrad or not yet so let's just say this is my last year in Sydney. That means it's my last year of cheapER fares. So after 4 years, I've decided to finally show face at this event organised by the Malaysian student bodies from all 4 Sydney universities. When Taufoo and Jona found out, they were shocked.
"How can you not support the activities? So anti-social ar? Why like that? Cannot like that! Mix around ma..."
Hello, but, I am perfectly fine NOT mixing with fellow Malaysians whom I have seen for the past few years of my life. If I want to mix, I wouldn't be paying so much money to mix and catch up. I'd rather go somewhere where I could actually hear what you're saying and eat proper food that would fill my stomach. Anti-social? Coming all the way from Malaysia to mix around with Malaysians again? A bit pointless, don't you think?
Sigh, is it just me or what? Why can't people just accept that not everyone enjoy the same things? Or have I grown old? Too old to mix around with the 'happening' generation.
I enjoyed myself but not to the max. It was surface enjoyment. Very erm... not sure how to put it. Doesn't come from within I guess. It was definitely tiring. I don't know how the other girls could dance on heels that are way higher than mine. They must have very strong legs. Oh, and the seasickness.........
Oh well, now I guess I'd have to think twice before attending the Annual Dinner and Dance. I would be seeing, well, the same people all over again anyway.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Congrats!
This post is especially dedicated to a beloved member of our household here in suburban Epping.
She is a person who is way different from me. She is intelligent, has plenty of discipline and determination.
She has a fiesty persona and has a very contagious cute laugh.
She is hardworking in every aspect: studies, exercise, watching One Tree Hill and making fun of her cousins....
And gosh, her eyelashes can sweep dust off your face if you let her come close enough!
I would say that she's tough on the outside but tender on the inside. A little like her bro.
Okay, main point of this post is to congratulate her on receiving the International Merit Scholarship from the University of Sydney, which is worth AUD5,000! Woohoo!!! All the hard work paid off!
Oh, so looking forward to the buffet, whenever that will be!
Erin, we're so proud of you!!! Love ya!!!
She is a person who is way different from me. She is intelligent, has plenty of discipline and determination.
She has a fiesty persona and has a very contagious cute laugh.
She is hardworking in every aspect: studies, exercise, watching One Tree Hill and making fun of her cousins....
And gosh, her eyelashes can sweep dust off your face if you let her come close enough!
I would say that she's tough on the outside but tender on the inside. A little like her bro.
Okay, main point of this post is to congratulate her on receiving the International Merit Scholarship from the University of Sydney, which is worth AUD5,000! Woohoo!!! All the hard work paid off!
Oh, so looking forward to the buffet, whenever that will be!
Erin, we're so proud of you!!! Love ya!!!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Wa!
A little observation of my own:
What's the diff between the following?
1) Walaueh!
2) Wasai!
3) Wakao!
4) Wabiang!
Haha... actually, they all mean the same thing, right? All expressions of surprise, astonishment or disbelief. The diff is in the people who would use the terms.
If you use walaueh, you'd be either Malaysian or Singaporean.
If you use wasai, you'd be Taiwanese.
If you use wakao, you'd be Chinese from Mainland China.
If you use wabiang, erm, actually, I'm still finding out more about this one. I know of only one person who would use this and she's a Hainanese young lady from Kelantan currently working in Singapore. A bit the complicated.
(I can see some people with their brows arched wondering what the hell I do here in Sydney....) Haha!!
What's the diff between the following?
1) Walaueh!
2) Wasai!
3) Wakao!
4) Wabiang!
Haha... actually, they all mean the same thing, right? All expressions of surprise, astonishment or disbelief. The diff is in the people who would use the terms.
If you use walaueh, you'd be either Malaysian or Singaporean.
If you use wasai, you'd be Taiwanese.
If you use wakao, you'd be Chinese from Mainland China.
If you use wabiang, erm, actually, I'm still finding out more about this one. I know of only one person who would use this and she's a Hainanese young lady from Kelantan currently working in Singapore. A bit the complicated.
(I can see some people with their brows arched wondering what the hell I do here in Sydney....) Haha!!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The weekend
Another weekend passed. Another 6 more weekends before I end this semester in uni, my very last as an undergrad. How time flies.
Another weekend, another trip to the city. It's funny how time makes you change your perception of people and places. A place once thought to be polluted, busy and a waste of money is now 'Grand Central'. Meetings with old faces and new acquaintances, posh restaurants and inviting cafes.
It's not that I used to hate the place. It's just that there was no reason to go to the city. Maybe now I have less time in Sydney, I feel that I would take any chance I have to be there. Having dinner with Melvin also made me realise that you can find a friend in the most unlikely of people. Take him for example. He's an ex-swimmer I got to know from Josh and we hardly spoke. He's always not available and he enjoys travelling alone. But we meet more than the swimmers. How funny is that? Perhaps it's his company that I enjoy, his calm demeanour and seemed level-headedness that belies his years. He listens intently and his words are precious. Maybe sometimes we need to take time-out from the people we normally hang out with.
Another weekend, another movie. If you have not watched Spiderman 3 and you have already seen the first two, please go watch it. It will not be a waste of your money, in RM or in AUD. Really. It was my first experience in a double-storey cinema and the screen looked huge! I thought the sound system was great but Shaun felt that GSC has better ones. Oh well.
Spidey thinks that "with great power comes great responsibilities" and I agree. I guess it can be taken as both a good thing and a bad thing. Good as in you have the power to make change in the world. And bad, well, not everyone knows how to handle power, you know. It can sometimes overtake you instead.
Another weekend, another book-buying spree. I bought three books at Big W, as there was a sale. All three for less than AUD50. Not bad, don't you think? I didn't buy novels this time. I bought hardcover coffee table books. Haha.. if you get what I mean by that. Humanity: The Complete M.I.L.K. Collection is a collection of photographs from around the world of people. Of children. The other two books; The Words and Inspiration of Desmond Tutu; and Mahatma Gandhi. I think I will enjoy reading those.
Weekends are good. They make me stop and ponder on the week that was. They make me think of the week that will be. They make life stop for a while, allowing me to smell the crispness of the air, to feel the wind that caresses my face and to smile at the antiques of two rainbow birds lovingly stroking each other on my balcony.
Weekends make me think about life. And life is good. As William Blake says - life DELIGHTS in life.
Another weekend, another trip to the city. It's funny how time makes you change your perception of people and places. A place once thought to be polluted, busy and a waste of money is now 'Grand Central'. Meetings with old faces and new acquaintances, posh restaurants and inviting cafes.
It's not that I used to hate the place. It's just that there was no reason to go to the city. Maybe now I have less time in Sydney, I feel that I would take any chance I have to be there. Having dinner with Melvin also made me realise that you can find a friend in the most unlikely of people. Take him for example. He's an ex-swimmer I got to know from Josh and we hardly spoke. He's always not available and he enjoys travelling alone. But we meet more than the swimmers. How funny is that? Perhaps it's his company that I enjoy, his calm demeanour and seemed level-headedness that belies his years. He listens intently and his words are precious. Maybe sometimes we need to take time-out from the people we normally hang out with.
Another weekend, another movie. If you have not watched Spiderman 3 and you have already seen the first two, please go watch it. It will not be a waste of your money, in RM or in AUD. Really. It was my first experience in a double-storey cinema and the screen looked huge! I thought the sound system was great but Shaun felt that GSC has better ones. Oh well.
Spidey thinks that "with great power comes great responsibilities" and I agree. I guess it can be taken as both a good thing and a bad thing. Good as in you have the power to make change in the world. And bad, well, not everyone knows how to handle power, you know. It can sometimes overtake you instead.
Another weekend, another book-buying spree. I bought three books at Big W, as there was a sale. All three for less than AUD50. Not bad, don't you think? I didn't buy novels this time. I bought hardcover coffee table books. Haha.. if you get what I mean by that. Humanity: The Complete M.I.L.K. Collection is a collection of photographs from around the world of people. Of children. The other two books; The Words and Inspiration of Desmond Tutu; and Mahatma Gandhi. I think I will enjoy reading those.
Weekends are good. They make me stop and ponder on the week that was. They make me think of the week that will be. They make life stop for a while, allowing me to smell the crispness of the air, to feel the wind that caresses my face and to smile at the antiques of two rainbow birds lovingly stroking each other on my balcony.
Weekends make me think about life. And life is good. As William Blake says - life DELIGHTS in life.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Our passion
This is my refuge.
This is where my heart lies.
This is where I feel happiest.
This is my passion, the reason for living (other than eating, that is).
Tadika & Taska Kembangsari
More commonly known as Honey Bee
Mum's sweat and blood
Sniff, sniff...
I wanna go home!
This is where my heart lies.
This is where I feel happiest.
This is my passion, the reason for living (other than eating, that is).
Tadika & Taska Kembangsari
More commonly known as Honey Bee
Mum's sweat and blood
Sniff, sniff...
I wanna go home!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Do Some Charity!
Yes, I'm talking to you. Who are you looking at? Charity can be done in many ways and Oxfam has a really cool (and cheap) way for you and me. Have you heard of the White Band? No? Shame on you. Hahaha.. ok ok.. neither have I until Oxfam set up shop in Mac Cen. You know how we get yellow LIVESTRONG bands? Yup, they have white MAKEPOVERTYHISTORY bands and they're only for $2! Imagine! I sometimes wonder how much help we are really giving by contributing just that small amount. Hmm....
And, this thought came to me while I was reading my notes in the kitchen with Shaun cooking in front of me: are those bands biodegradable? Are they harmful to the environment? They'd better not be! Shaun said that they could be recycleable. But hey, even recycling uses energy and produces greenhouse gases right? So, what's the point?
Sigh, I guess you can't have the best of everything, eh? Even if you don't want to buy it for the sake of helping, buy it because it looks cool. Ok?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Changes
A change is occuring. Not only in the weather but also in life. Yes, it is the time of life when big, adult decisions need to be made. Now I really wonder why when we were younger we were so eager to grow up. Seriously, now I actually want to turn back time. I seriously do miss high school, when personal problems were the end of the world, when nothing else matters other than turning up for volleyball practice.
Like how blue skies of white clouds can become a plane of grey pouring down with rain, decisions made long again can be questioned now. I feel that I'm a little 'slow' in that sense. Or am I too 'fast'?
I've always wanted to teach. I know, almost all little girls would reply 'Guru', 'Penyanyi', 'Pelakon' or 'Doktor' when asked by the class teacher in primary school. I almost always said 'Guru' as I believed (somehow) that I was meant to teach. Not only teach, but to help others in life. And guess what? Mum started her childcare centre when I was 10 and being an early childhood educator has been my aim ever since.
I've never thought of leaving home. It wasn't until after CPU that I was persuaded to continue my tertiary education in Sydney. Yes, I understood the logic behind coming here. I mean, ECE was practically non-existent in KL! Even here in Australia, it's one of the more lower-paid and lowly-regarded professions around! Funny how this is the case when in fact, it is the most noble profession there is. So I left home with a heavy heart but 4 years on, I'm thankful to my parents for allowing me the space to actually choose what I wanted to study. And yes, coming here has opened up my mind slightly. Not sure if it has done my temper any good, though.
Upon completion of my degree, the plan was to return home to help mum. Even if I don't, I wanted to start a children's library and art gallery in Sri Kembangan. A far-fetched dream? Hell yeah! But it doesn't mean that it will not come true. I've always been different to everyone else. So why should it matter this time? I won't earn much but it's satisfaction guaranteed (for me at least).
However, that might have to wait. The falling autumn leaves are reminding me that life only happens once. Like how they spring up in lustrous green and wilt in golden splendour, life does not wait to happen - it just happens. And if we don't make full use of it, we will miss the chance to live. But what is life to most of us?
I've realised that coming to Sydney does not open my mind up to new horizons. I've only seen yet another one - that of Australia. Worse, that of only Sydney and Melbourne. That's not much of the world, is it? Hence, I've decided to move on. Yes, I miss home dearly but home can wait until I am prepared to face reality again, to face commitment and responsibility again. I am still young and I feel that it is now that I should explore new faces, new beliefs, new 'lives'. Exploring the new would help me grow even more.
I need to feel challenged. I don't care if the next route I take in life requires me to sing in public, memorise 100 Chinese characters in an hour, speak in Korean, traverse snow fields or act in a movie.
I don't feel like I'm growing anymore. I need a change.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Missing you
Yesterday, I was at Bondi with friends. While some of them went surfing (and they had great waves yesterday), I stayed on the beach. Had a stroll and when the rest of the gang came back from the beer session, I joined the guys in frisbie.
We ended the day with great food, naturally. We had steak at Hog's Breath. Sumptious, just sumptious. Went home contented and surprisingly, still slightly bogged down with the thought of my assignment.
Decided to sleep in the hall with Shaun and Alfred, just for fun. I woke up this morning with my body aching as the mattress was super soft in comparison to mine. I prefer hard mattresses, as I think they are better for your back, and they are definitely more comfy.
But I was happy. Why? I had a dream. A dream of a person very dear to me. He was someone I got to know back in Form 2, back when we were 14. Actually, we weren't exactly 14 as my birthday is on Nov 19, his on Oct 10. I still remember the day his dad brought him to school for his first day. He was standing outside class, peering in every now and then. In my head, I was thinking, "Hey, is he joining our class? Hm, not bad wor. He's quite cute. A bit small though".
That was then. High school was lightyears ago. We developed a friendship, which to me, that was special. We'd have lunch together. I'd get Mum or Dad to send him home. We'd have arguments over the smallest issues. We'd laugh till we had stomach cramps.
I still remember the fight we had over some silly thing in volleyball. He came out to the bus stop to yell at me. I ended up crying and not talking to him for the next few weeks. Don't know how I managed to not talk to him for so long but I was glad that I didn't. Haha... at least I preserved some amount of dignity for myself.
We used to talk over the phone for hours although we'd just seen each other in school. To say that I did not feel attracted to him would be a lie. But I wasn't his type. Definitely not. And so what did I do? I helped spur him on in going after this chun chick who was 4 years our junior. She was a Malaysian-Chinese/French girl. Part-time model. Very sweet-looking girl with blue eyes, blondish hair but a Chinese name.
Did it hurt? Hell yeah. But I did it anyway. I figured that it would be selfish of me to hold on to him. I mean, we wouldn't have worked out anyway. Too unlikely, seriously.
I felt happy for him. I've always felt happy for him in everything he does. He's one person I find really hard not to be happy with, actually. That's so weird!
Even in the dream, he made me happy. Not indirectly like in real life, but directly. It was at his place. In real life, he lives in a condominium but in this dream, it was rather hard to tell. It was his birthday (or was it Ee-Lane's?) Oh well, it was a party celebrating something la. And I was there. I was invited to attend with the rest of our schoolmates. Ok, fast forward. Suddenly, my friends pulled me into the crowd. They were surrounding something or someone. I then saw him in the middle with a big bouquet of flowers. He called my name. I blushed.
Oh no! Did he just say my name? Ok, turn around and run away now. ARGH! So paiseh! Why would he give me a bouquet of flowers?? Why?
And Jeunn, you didn't help! You actually held me back! I so wanted to dash out and just fan myself before I passed out. I turned around to face him again. He walked right up to me. Looked straight into my eyes. I had to look away. I could feel my cheeks were warm. So were my ears. When he arrived right in front of me, he held my hands. Very gently, he put the flowers in my hands and he hugged me. I struggled to hold back my tears. He whispered in my ear like he did so many years ago: Happy birthday, Shij.
But we've moved on with our own lives now. I'm here in Sydney. He's back in KL. He hardly replies my SMSes. He doesn't even answer my calls. I seriously wonder if he's really THAT busy with work.
Am I angry? No. I should be, though. Am I upset? A little. And why? I think it's because somewhere deep inside, I know he still cares and thinks of me, too. He may not think of me everyday but that's not what matters.
What matters are the footprints that he has left in my journey of life.
We ended the day with great food, naturally. We had steak at Hog's Breath. Sumptious, just sumptious. Went home contented and surprisingly, still slightly bogged down with the thought of my assignment.
Decided to sleep in the hall with Shaun and Alfred, just for fun. I woke up this morning with my body aching as the mattress was super soft in comparison to mine. I prefer hard mattresses, as I think they are better for your back, and they are definitely more comfy.
But I was happy. Why? I had a dream. A dream of a person very dear to me. He was someone I got to know back in Form 2, back when we were 14. Actually, we weren't exactly 14 as my birthday is on Nov 19, his on Oct 10. I still remember the day his dad brought him to school for his first day. He was standing outside class, peering in every now and then. In my head, I was thinking, "Hey, is he joining our class? Hm, not bad wor. He's quite cute. A bit small though".
That was then. High school was lightyears ago. We developed a friendship, which to me, that was special. We'd have lunch together. I'd get Mum or Dad to send him home. We'd have arguments over the smallest issues. We'd laugh till we had stomach cramps.
I still remember the fight we had over some silly thing in volleyball. He came out to the bus stop to yell at me. I ended up crying and not talking to him for the next few weeks. Don't know how I managed to not talk to him for so long but I was glad that I didn't. Haha... at least I preserved some amount of dignity for myself.
We used to talk over the phone for hours although we'd just seen each other in school. To say that I did not feel attracted to him would be a lie. But I wasn't his type. Definitely not. And so what did I do? I helped spur him on in going after this chun chick who was 4 years our junior. She was a Malaysian-Chinese/French girl. Part-time model. Very sweet-looking girl with blue eyes, blondish hair but a Chinese name.
Did it hurt? Hell yeah. But I did it anyway. I figured that it would be selfish of me to hold on to him. I mean, we wouldn't have worked out anyway. Too unlikely, seriously.
I felt happy for him. I've always felt happy for him in everything he does. He's one person I find really hard not to be happy with, actually. That's so weird!
Even in the dream, he made me happy. Not indirectly like in real life, but directly. It was at his place. In real life, he lives in a condominium but in this dream, it was rather hard to tell. It was his birthday (or was it Ee-Lane's?) Oh well, it was a party celebrating something la. And I was there. I was invited to attend with the rest of our schoolmates. Ok, fast forward. Suddenly, my friends pulled me into the crowd. They were surrounding something or someone. I then saw him in the middle with a big bouquet of flowers. He called my name. I blushed.
Oh no! Did he just say my name? Ok, turn around and run away now. ARGH! So paiseh! Why would he give me a bouquet of flowers?? Why?
And Jeunn, you didn't help! You actually held me back! I so wanted to dash out and just fan myself before I passed out. I turned around to face him again. He walked right up to me. Looked straight into my eyes. I had to look away. I could feel my cheeks were warm. So were my ears. When he arrived right in front of me, he held my hands. Very gently, he put the flowers in my hands and he hugged me. I struggled to hold back my tears. He whispered in my ear like he did so many years ago: Happy birthday, Shij.
But we've moved on with our own lives now. I'm here in Sydney. He's back in KL. He hardly replies my SMSes. He doesn't even answer my calls. I seriously wonder if he's really THAT busy with work.
Am I angry? No. I should be, though. Am I upset? A little. And why? I think it's because somewhere deep inside, I know he still cares and thinks of me, too. He may not think of me everyday but that's not what matters.
What matters are the footprints that he has left in my journey of life.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Hey girl...
Hey girl,
What does life mean to you?
What do you want to gain?
Sure you'd know that life is cruel
Full of suffering and pain
But girl,
Regardless of how near or far
Expensive or cheap
Whether by plane or by car
Clayton or OUG
No matter how life is for you
May it be during your ups
Or even your downs
I am here to support you
In person, over the phone or online
to complain
to cry
to flare up in rage
or just to hear you sigh
I am no Leo
so I would not understand
your real role
or your real strength
But I do know that Leo or not
we are all human who make mistakes
this is not your first, the last it will be not
but you will stand tall and be proud of what you make
You have made it through various obstacles
And this is no exception
Maybe you don't always climb up spectular
But you get up and that is your Leo fashion
Hey girl,
What matters is that you learn
It is painful now
But hey, smile!
For this is only the beginning
You have a long way to go
I'm only a small pebble in your threadings
To help you along your flow
~ My dear, there's no use in me asking you to cheer up but I believe in you and you have to believe in yourself, too. All I can do is just talk and listen to you and be there for you. That's all. The rest is up to you. So remember, you have me (and the rest of us) here for you. ~
What does life mean to you?
What do you want to gain?
Sure you'd know that life is cruel
Full of suffering and pain
But girl,
Regardless of how near or far
Expensive or cheap
Whether by plane or by car
Clayton or OUG
No matter how life is for you
May it be during your ups
Or even your downs
I am here to support you
In person, over the phone or online
to complain
to cry
to flare up in rage
or just to hear you sigh
I am no Leo
so I would not understand
your real role
or your real strength
But I do know that Leo or not
we are all human who make mistakes
this is not your first, the last it will be not
but you will stand tall and be proud of what you make
You have made it through various obstacles
And this is no exception
Maybe you don't always climb up spectular
But you get up and that is your Leo fashion
Hey girl,
What matters is that you learn
It is painful now
But hey, smile!
For this is only the beginning
You have a long way to go
I'm only a small pebble in your threadings
To help you along your flow
~ My dear, there's no use in me asking you to cheer up but I believe in you and you have to believe in yourself, too. All I can do is just talk and listen to you and be there for you. That's all. The rest is up to you. So remember, you have me (and the rest of us) here for you. ~
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Tagged by Auds
This is tagging season I tell you.... gosh...
6 weird things about myself:
1. I prefer a stone hard mattress compared to a comfy one (Shaun thinks I'm weird because of this)
2. I don't mind working or helping out for FREE (Nic thinks I'm weird because of this)
3. I don't wear tops that are sleeveless out of the house (Nic and most guys think I'm weird because of this)
4. I enjoy cleaning and tidying the house (anyone's house for that matter and yes, it's also Nic and the Mahjong Inc. people who think I'm weird because of this)
5. I prefer a manual to an auto car (Auds, I'm pretty sure you thought I was weird because of this)
6. I'm a girl who doesn't care what others think of my appearance (most guys think I'm weird because of this)
So there, even I think I'm weird sometimes... how did I manage to come up with all that?
6 weird things about myself:
1. I prefer a stone hard mattress compared to a comfy one (Shaun thinks I'm weird because of this)
2. I don't mind working or helping out for FREE (Nic thinks I'm weird because of this)
3. I don't wear tops that are sleeveless out of the house (Nic and most guys think I'm weird because of this)
4. I enjoy cleaning and tidying the house (anyone's house for that matter and yes, it's also Nic and the Mahjong Inc. people who think I'm weird because of this)
5. I prefer a manual to an auto car (Auds, I'm pretty sure you thought I was weird because of this)
6. I'm a girl who doesn't care what others think of my appearance (most guys think I'm weird because of this)
So there, even I think I'm weird sometimes... how did I manage to come up with all that?
Tagged by Josh
LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE
Name : Voon Shi Jing
Birth Date : November 19
Current Status : Enjoying life
Eye Colour : Dark brown or black, up to you to distinguish
Right of lefty : Right
LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE
My Heritage : Pure Malaysian-Chinese Hakka
My Fears : The unknown?
My Weaknesses : I'm a very sensitive person.... so keep away!
My Perfect Pizza : One that doesn't make me fat?
LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
My thoughts first waking up : Where's my phone? I have to turn it off!
My bedtime : When I seriously can't keep my eyes open anymore
My most missed memory : My high school days
LAYER 4 : MY PICK
Pepsi or Coke : Neither, they both have high contents of poison
McDonald's or Burger King : Burger King definitely!
Single or grouped dates : I don't really mind as long as the group dates are with people I enjoy hanging out with
Adidas or Nike : Does it matter?
Tea or Nestea : Tea - no flavouring or colouring
Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolate la of course!
Cappuccino or Coffee : Trying to cut down on both but I thought cappuccino is a kind of coffee?
LAYER 5 : DO YOU...
Smoke : Hahahaha... NO
Curse : No again
Take a shower : Everyday
Have a crush : Maybe on the current hotshot Malaysian badminton men's doubles pair
Think you've been in love : What is love?
Go to school : Yes, the world is my oyster
Want to get married : Hahaha, that depends....
Believe in yourself : Heck YES!
LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST
Drank alcohol : Yes
Gone to the mall : Yes
Been on stage : Yes
Eaten sushi : Yes
Dyed your hair : Yes
LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER
Played a stripping game : No and I never will
Changed who you were to fit in : Do I look like a person who will do this?
LAYER 8 : AGE YOU'RE HOPING...
To be married : If I ever do, hopefully it would be before I turn 30
LAYER 9 : IN A GUY...
Best eye colour : No preference
Best hair colour : Natural
Short hair or long hair : Whatever makes him comfortable
LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...
A minute ago : Typing out the answers to the above queries
Hour ago : Watching the finals of the Super Series Swiss Open 2007 Men's Doubles on YouTube
4.5 hours ago : Shopping in Eastwood
1 month ago : Preparing for the first day of uni
Year ago : Probably lazing around in the house when I should be studying
LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES...
I love : teaching the kids at mum's
I feel : a tad sleepy
I hate : having to type up documents just for the sake of typing them up
I hide : my feelings only when I really want to
I miss : home
I need : to buck up with my time management!
LAYER 12 : TAG 5 PEOPLE
Not tagging anyone. Not in the mood to think of 5 people to harrass at this moment.
Name : Voon Shi Jing
Birth Date : November 19
Current Status : Enjoying life
Eye Colour : Dark brown or black, up to you to distinguish
Right of lefty : Right
LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE
My Heritage : Pure Malaysian-Chinese Hakka
My Fears : The unknown?
My Weaknesses : I'm a very sensitive person.... so keep away!
My Perfect Pizza : One that doesn't make me fat?
LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW
My thoughts first waking up : Where's my phone? I have to turn it off!
My bedtime : When I seriously can't keep my eyes open anymore
My most missed memory : My high school days
LAYER 4 : MY PICK
Pepsi or Coke : Neither, they both have high contents of poison
McDonald's or Burger King : Burger King definitely!
Single or grouped dates : I don't really mind as long as the group dates are with people I enjoy hanging out with
Adidas or Nike : Does it matter?
Tea or Nestea : Tea - no flavouring or colouring
Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolate la of course!
Cappuccino or Coffee : Trying to cut down on both but I thought cappuccino is a kind of coffee?
LAYER 5 : DO YOU...
Smoke : Hahahaha... NO
Curse : No again
Take a shower : Everyday
Have a crush : Maybe on the current hotshot Malaysian badminton men's doubles pair
Think you've been in love : What is love?
Go to school : Yes, the world is my oyster
Want to get married : Hahaha, that depends....
Believe in yourself : Heck YES!
LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST
Drank alcohol : Yes
Gone to the mall : Yes
Been on stage : Yes
Eaten sushi : Yes
Dyed your hair : Yes
LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER
Played a stripping game : No and I never will
Changed who you were to fit in : Do I look like a person who will do this?
LAYER 8 : AGE YOU'RE HOPING...
To be married : If I ever do, hopefully it would be before I turn 30
LAYER 9 : IN A GUY...
Best eye colour : No preference
Best hair colour : Natural
Short hair or long hair : Whatever makes him comfortable
LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...
A minute ago : Typing out the answers to the above queries
Hour ago : Watching the finals of the Super Series Swiss Open 2007 Men's Doubles on YouTube
4.5 hours ago : Shopping in Eastwood
1 month ago : Preparing for the first day of uni
Year ago : Probably lazing around in the house when I should be studying
LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES...
I love : teaching the kids at mum's
I feel : a tad sleepy
I hate : having to type up documents just for the sake of typing them up
I hide : my feelings only when I really want to
I miss : home
I need : to buck up with my time management!
LAYER 12 : TAG 5 PEOPLE
Not tagging anyone. Not in the mood to think of 5 people to harrass at this moment.
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