The time when we said "Let's Go!"

So there we were, chilling while drinking tea, stuffing cheesecake into our mouths on the night of our last paper.

"Let's go on a holiday! Malacca anyone?"

"Oooo..let's! When?"

"erm..tomorrow?"

"Yeah, man!"

Off we went, clothes and essentials in our backpacks, permission by parents shrouding us like amulets, heads giddy from excitement, hearts beating with anticipation of nothing. For we did not plan, we did not think, we just did.

It was the epitome of being young, free and careless.

We stayed at this beautiful hotel, called Hotel Puri located at Jalan Tun Tan Cheng Lock. Formerly a residence of a millionaire, it was transformed into this beautiful place that doesn't promise much from the outside, but incredible on the inside.

We stuffed ourselves silly with none other than famous Malaccan fare.

Ah, of course.

Cendol session by the river.

Walking aimlessly can lead you to hidden treasure troves that reminds you of times when life was but a bed of roses, accompanied by mysterious beating of drums;

And getting lost can cause you to unintentionally bump into historical places;

Hard to believe but sometimes taking the longer cut will bring you to unexpected places..

And taking risks brings you to your cheapest dim sum breakfast ever!

but of course, we succumbed to being typical visitors and made our mark in lovely tourists haunts.

St. Paul's Hill

Stadhuy's Building
Tall, tall flag.

Who can forget, A Formosa? (or is it Famosa?)

The trishaw man waved and smiled when he noticed me stealing a picture of him

A bastion (nope, I don't know what's a bastion)

Took many, many crazy snapshots of sweet memories

I've learnt a lot, during that trip-that nice people DO exist and that they are willing to help in whatever ways possible. We weren't foreigners but they were courteous and helpful like the taxi man who waited for us in front of Mini Malaysia with no extra charge just because he knew it would be difficult for us to get a cab back to town later on. The same man who did not budge even when we got caught in the rain and the same man who came to our rescue with umbrellas, like a mild-mannered hero saving soaking wet pathetic-looking students.

And the lady who volunteered to tell us which buses to take and which to avoid even when we didn't ask, then later on wished us a safe journey.

Trinket sellers who offered to handle the camera just so the four of us would be in the picture together after seeing us taking turns to take pictures in twos and threes.

And the nice Johor traveller we met while we were on our way not once, nor twice but three times on the same day.

Plus many others who helped to point the direction to which we should be heading.

All these kind souls helped to reinforce the belief that Malaysians sure are a bunch of good people!

And that's a good thing, no?

15-16 Nov 2007

Creep

It could be the serene night, or TLC's Creep blasting from the headphones that triggered it or it could be just plain boredom.

Ah well.

...



Sometimes I wonder, whether I'm too protective of this heart of mine? ( Note: This is purely rhetorical, no one is inclined to answer.) People often ask me why am I still single when everyone else around me is happily with someone else, especially so in university. Is it such a sin to be alone? Countless eyebrows would be raised way up when I answer that it's not a big deal to me, and proceed to encourage me to faster find someone.

Find someone?



How to find lar?!



Start screening every single guy I meet as prospective partners and proceed to label them as unfortunately-taken, single-but-no way, single-and-hmm-maybe-canla, single-but so-so, cute-but-gay?

Why not shove them into compartmentalized drawers while I'm at it?



Nah. Don't think so.



Okay, so my non-existent-love life is non-existent. It's alright by me, I ain't gonna couple up with the first guy I meet just because, but it's not for many others, ironically.

Some say that I'm not willing to open up my heart which brings me back to the rhetorical question above. The thing is, it isn't just one person; I've heard that before from other people as well, years back even. So I wonder whether there is any truth in it. But I guess no one would ever know except me.

Yeap.



But dude, I really don't know.



I can't very well make an incision in my chest to see whether my heart is open though if I do tear my chest and rib cage apart my heart would technically be open.

SO maybe that's what I should do. Someone pass me the scalpel please.

But I might not live long enough to find out, with all the bacteria and risks of infection. I'd have an open but dead heart. That would not do, would it?



Sigh.



As for now, I don't know who's holding that shiny scalpel to cut me open yet.

My my, how romantic.



Mana itu orang? Aku pun tak tahu.
Ask also no use, seriously.

There's a new kid in town

I stepped into Jusco, Bkt Tinggi and I thought to myself,
"This is Klang?"

Wondered through the makan stalls and I rubbed my tummy,
"Ha. Ha. Ha. HA!"
(LW : We have freaking BBQ PLaza and Sakae Sushi in Klang now!)


I saw Guess, Bonia etc and I wondered,
"How long will they last?"

I saw my bunch of friends and I mused,
"How wonderful is this."


Lovely, lovely monday.

...

And oh, if you chance upon a book called The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, grab it!

It's the only book to date that made me stay up late to finish it in one night.

Breathtaking and a serious page turner. Just make sure you have a tissue box ready.

Current read : 'Tis by Frank McCourt

Bliss?

I was admittedly bemused with HINDRAF (Hindu Rights Action Force) which, in my humble opinion is quite ridiculous in its claim against United Kingdom for RM14 trillion (not million, and NooooOo- not even billion) for bringing Indian labourers into Malaysia and subsequently exploiting them for some 150 years.

I thought it was some twisted method to stir some religious and racial sentiments which may threaten the peace (hmm?) prevailing in this country of ours.

Pitting one race against the other?

We've been conditioned since babies to never, ever do that, for it is much too sensitive to discuss, to talk about, to even whisper about for god forbid-that it should destroy us all.

"Shhhh!, too sensitive! wanna die ar? "

Sorry to say, I'm guilty of that as well.

But then, a little bird swooping around cyberspace reminded me that there is always 2 sides to a coin and that sometimes ignorance is bliss, yes- but is also self-destructive.

If this rally seems irrational to me, 30,000 people definitely did not think so.

If 30,000 people braved arrest to gather for this cause, there must be something to it.

Something that I must have missed.

Something that we must have missed.

Hindraf: A new generation of oppressed and suppressed Indians?

The Personal Dignity of HINDRAF Supporters

Why I will not walk this Sunday and why the walk must not proceed

and of course,

http://www.jeffooi.com/

Regards.

Of Boomerangs and Words

And altogether now,

au revoir exams!

*evil laughter*

Life lessons of one Amy Chuah :

Lesson 1 : Alone - It's okay, it's refreshing, it's lovely.
Drawing swirls of dreams, dreaming;
Listening to non but the fan spinning,
curled up with a book til the wee hours of the morning;
stripping without looking,
sleeping, laughing, joyously crying.
I'm being.

Lesson 2 : Express.
Jump!
To the beats of the drum,
Prance!
To the pattering of steps,
Look!
Into the mirror, reflecting you.
Stamp!
Your mark, quake the earth,
Swing!
To the sky, Look up!
Heavens above..
Or below?

Lesson 3 : Boomerang.
Humorous monk in robes seated,
A microphone in hand, gesturing
wildly; challenging, luring,
words, thoughts, questions;
Hours passed,
"Agree or not?"
Heads nodding, listening intently,
Believe or not?
"Like a boomerang,
What you throw comes back to you."
I believe.

Lesson 4 : Pain
Crap.
Leg's numb. Can't feel...
Loving kindness,
Concentrate.
Leg's numb.
It's cold.
Concentrate.
I love my family.
"Open your eyes"
Crap.
Am I not supposed to visualize?!
Darn.