Time is of essence

Picture taken from HERE.

Being in the land of the Roos and Koalas for the past three months, I seem to lose my sense of time. Days passes by and I get mixed up if the day is Saturday when it actually is Wednesday. I think this is mainly contributed to the fact that I stay home most days, all day long with me, myself and I. I don't go to work. I don't really interact much with people. Have intellectual, mind stimulating conversations.

Since I got back, I have been out catching up with friends especially those that needs a listening ear and spending time with my family. Before I left, I was more inclined to go out at night to forget about my worries and troubles. Ever since coming back, I actually feel tired going out and would rather just stay home with my lappie, or watch movie or read a book. But a friend got to do what a friend has got to do. I guess in a way, I am at that state where I am happy and free from depression and sad thoughts.

During the day, I dedicate it to my mother- running errands and whatever else she requires of me. Nights are left specially for friends. On my second week back, I was out every night! Had yam cha with my cousin and then went Sing K til 4am with Miss J. Met another friend another night and gave a mini informal accounting lesson. Next night, went to Bad Ass with yet another friend for a pouring of hearts girly session.

Despite how exhausted I was, I kept going on. That's just how I am. I go the extra mile for friends no matter what.

Time is short. This trip back, I told myself that family comes first. I plan to spend more time with them before Mr. C gets back. In between, I'll catch up with whoever who wishes to meet me and for those that don't initiate or bother, guess I don't matter. No big deal. There are enough to fill up my time and I will have more time for those who do bother and care. =)

When something or someone is always by your side, you tend to take it forgranted. People only realises their lost when they no longer are in possession of that very thing. It's sad but a fact of life. Hence, I do try to appreciate those around me and especially my parents and siblings. With my going 8 hours away from home for long term, I have to appreciate them as much as I can now and not wait for any untoward incidents to happen to only regret. By then, it'll be too late.

So, make sure you take the time and effort to hug your parents daily. To say, "I love you". To mend any broken bridges between you and your siblings for you seriously can never predict what the future has in store.

Show people you love that you care.

1Malaysia my arse

I just read something from a fellow plurker's wall and am so disgusted on so many levels that it just renders me speechless for a moment. A seething rage then begins to boil. Not to say that I want to stir the hornet's nest and start a "let's hate all Malays" club but it just saddens my heart to read such an appalling incident. On Merdeka Eve too!!

Dear so-called Leaders of Malaysia, please don't talk about 1Malaysia concept when it's obvious that you're not serious about it. Singing songs and making movies about 1Malaysia and unity ISN'T going to bring the people of Malaysia together! Being forced to take Moral lessons from primary up to secondary school and even in University whereby we just blindly memorised 16 Nilai Murni (Malay for noble values) and not put it into application is just plain ridiculous.

In Form 1 (13years old), I still remember this classmate, Ray who was the "joker" of the class. The "naughty" boy that entertained us especially during moral lessons. Half the class will have to stand as we couldn't answer the question posed to us by the teacher but when it came to Ray's turn, he always had the answer. He was the one that was the least morale among our class of 40+ student and yet, he was the ONLY one to pass the first term's Moral exams. Ironic isn't it?

Malaysia ISN'T the only multiracial and multicultural country and so I don't see why our ministers are forever boasting this as a campaign to draw in tourists. It's just a facade. A show to the world that we "live" in harmony. Harmony my ass! There are many things NOT reported in the newspaper. Come on, our newspapers are owned by the political parties themselves. Do you think they are so objective that they would let anything against them be printed?? Many cases that are erased and buried forever- leaving behind victim's family and friends to grieve with no closure.

We get our politicians arrested under ISA for interceding for the people. Out of all that were arrested, how many actually earned the right to be detained? Who knows? Maybe none. We have our very own Raja Petra, now on the run, cos smart guy that he is, isn't going to stay around to be arrested under ISA again. We have Teresa Kok and a SinChew reporter arrested for naught.

We have rubbish ministers, TOP ministers insulting the Chinese and the Indians, lording their Malay Supremacy but are any of them ever arrested? Any ever detained under ISA for spouting nonsensical drivel? Nope. Instead, they're allowed to roam free and build million dollar mansions, mind you splashing the people's hard earned money on Disneyland trips, first class air tickets, probably LV bags for their wives and what not. Even his maid allegedly went to Disneyland.

Something is SO wrong with this picture. It has always been one of my dreams to go to Disneyland one day and here you have a politician's maid going to Disneyland on we, the people's expense. Seriously, wth!

Do I think it's true that he splashed our hard earned money? Yes. I do. Do you think justice will prevail in this case? Sadly, I think not.

Let's not even begin on our corrupted policemen. Instead of pride and respect for our policemen who are entrusted with the power to protect us, when we see them, we fear that they'll extort money from us. It's a prevalent issue and "No rasuah" (Malay for bribe) batch on their uniforms are yet another mockery right smack in the face that we, the people are a bunch of morons.

Despite my selective racism, I will give an inch and say that not all Malays are at fault. Each race has their own extremist and naive ones that gets rope in to do the dirty deeds even the Chinese and Indians and even other countries. It's the simple minded that is manipulated like a puppet to carry out hideous acts as they are easily brainwashed to believe only one side due to their misplaced trusting nature.

It's stories like below that makes me wonder if Malaysia will ever progressed on from a developing country to a developed one. Or will it drop backwards with it's third world mentality?

It Happened to Me, It Could Happen to You

by Lau Chee Kin on Tuesday, August 31, 2010 at 5:38pm

The typical Merdeka Eve night started with an urge to watch the fireworks celebration in KLCC ended up in a racist attack by a group of teenagers. So, me and a friend of mine thought of a good solution to avoid the traffic jam in that area by walking from the office in Jalan Imbi through Pavillion, to Jalan Kia Peng through Convention Center to KLCC.

Sounds like an ideal plan as the path is a frequent walkway and is even advertised in Pavillion as 'Bridge to KLCC'. (Just to note that we didnt go into any dark alley)

At 10.15pm, we started walking towards Pavillion, stopped to get a drink at Starbucks and proceeded ahead. As we walk, we came across people from various races and foreign tourists along the way.

On Jalan Kia Peng, we walked past Novotel Hotel, Hakka Restaurant, Menara HLA and was reaching the junction of Jalan Pinang when a group of about 10 teenage Malay youngsters walking from the opposite direction. They looked like typical youths, giggling and talking to each other.

As we walked past them, suddenly one of them turned around and started to make a flying kick to my friend. Noticing the 'fun' he is having, his other friends started to do the same to me. It was so sudden and all I was thinking at the moment was, "What the hell did we do to them?"

Both of us ended up kneeling on the ground for a moment before more kicks and punches came flying in. Even though both of us had our tripod strapped across our shoulder, we were too shocked to react to it. Eventually one punch landed right on my right forehead and I started to bleed profusely. Seeing that they eventually stopped and walked away.WALKED AWAY, damn it. They were not even afraid to run but just WALKED AWAY like winning a game or something.The last thing I remember hearing from one of them was "Baliklah ke negara asal"

Imagine hearing this statement on Merdeka Eve.

I knew I was bleeding but I didnt know how bad. I could feel the right side of my head swollen and wet but I did not try to look at myself through a mirror. My friend also suffered bruises on the body and face. By that time there were more people walking around us but they did not stop to see what was wrong. I don't blame them, it was a poorly lit area just in front of Menara Pinang. We recovered and continued walking towards the Convention Center. The guards were symphatetic to let us in to use the washroom to clean up. It was then I saw my bloody face.

I did not take a picture of myself then as it is not my intention to send a horror message. This is not a message of sympathy. It's a account of a random person walking on a street.

Eventually after cleaning up, we walked back to the Police Booth in Pavillion to relate the incident. The response from the officer: "This cannot happen, we have all our men on the streets" (Well, not on the street we got beaten up ...)

Apparently informing the police booth stationed in a public area is NOT MAKING A POLICE REPORT. WTF? Apparently we have to go to a Hospital, get some treatment and make a complain/report at the police counter there. I would be dead by then, ain't I?

Is this how the police maintained that they have improved street crimes? By not noting down petty crimes like gang bang which did not result into hospitalization? Would we be taken seriously if only we landed in the hospital?

What we did was, we went back to the office, rested til this morning, went to a nearby clinic to get some bandages and medic.What else to do? I can't identify my assailants, and my wounds are not death-threatening.

If I had not wanted to celebrate Independence Day, would I walk or drive to the venue?

If I was not thirsty would I stop for 5 mins to get my drink and missed them completely?

If I had held my tripod as a defensive weapon earlier, would I save myself or get more beating instead?

If I'm not Chinese, would I get the same 'treatment'?

All I want to say in the end is ...

Forward this to your friends (so that they will be careful on the streets)

Forward this to your 'friendly police' (so that they know the procedure is wrong)

Forward this to any politician/newspaper (so that he/she can be the champion for highlighting this to the government)

1Malaysia MY HEAD!

Do any of you have your own story to tell? Something like the above that happened to you or your friend or family? Do share ya.

If the above story is just another hoax, boo for the guy who decided to pull such a stunt. But it seems pretty genuine. Imagine going out on Merdeka Eve to celebrate your very own country's 53rd year of Independence and ending the night celebration with this memory. It will definitely leave a bitter memory even to the most patriotic person.

Perhaps if were still under the British's rule, we would be better off. Who knows? We might have better, cleaner toilets. Civilised drivers on the road. Smilier and friendly faces at retail shopping. (It doesn't count when white people get better treatment than the locals.) Better maintained roads and our heritage protected instead of getting it turned into a parking lot.

Girly Genting escapades Part 1

Two years ago, three girls sat down at a shop after a meal and decided to go somewhere for a trip. Seeing that everyone had tight schedules, Genting Highlands, that is nearest to us in Petaling Jaya was the safest and easiest choice. However, the trip did not materialise.

Two years later... last weekend, we three crazy girls finally did it!

We made it!!!

Despite my infamous reputation- penchant for speeding, I was the designated driver. I didn't find it very tough driving up as I've done it many times and even drove back at 6 in the morning several times! The only worry I had were the two other lives I was responsible for, hence, my safer driving style.

Bestie in Form 1 who inspired my artsy creative side.

I left home at 9am to fetch Wen followed by Ngee and we detoured to Curve's McDonald's for breakfast. We finally made it up to Genting Highlands about 1ish pm after a certain girl was distracted but if we had not detoured, I wouldn't have been able to meet my long sought after gladiator heels from Element!

This two never go casino nor had the intention to gamble but went to temple to pray... ???

After checking into our hotel and depositing our bags in the room, we ventured out for a walk and took lots of pictures. I seem to have taken more pictures in my one day trip with the Sues as opposed to my four day trip down south.

We were neither here nor there about 3something in the evening and headed to Bakery that is opposite Coffee Terrace. The presentation of the pastries were appealing and attractive that I just had to take shots after shots of them.

The Sues- high school friend and the other, primary school mate!

We came into the shop, walked around, took pictures and left.

Sinful and delightful.

This seems to be my favourite picture composition- stalking people from the back! =p

We seem to see lots of things in threes- Ngee, Wen and Me!!

This trip was for the two of them to chill and have a break from the rat race and the daily work pressures and stress. Me, it was to hang out with my two chums. We aren't exactly the best of friends whereby we meet up every day or every week but we're definitely great chums. We talked as we walked from First World to the casino nearer to Resorts World to Bakery to Highland Hotel's lobby to Starbucks. There were just so much to catch up and all in a day as we were headed back home to Petaling Jaya the following day- Sunday.

Besides chatting and in between hopping from one venue to another, we made time to capture memories into photos. Even silly ones. I told them, for this trip, we definitely have to take LOTS of pictures to remind us about this two years overdue trip and the times we had together. After all, it's our FIRST trip away from home together and hopefully it won't be our last and ONLY trip.

We aren't exactly the camwhore kind of girls that constantly takes pictures of themselves but I would say we took a rather neat bunch of decent pictures that is going to last us a life time!

Yet another silly pose by me whilst waiting for Wen.

Me, being a cheeky photographer, attempting to magnify Ngee's legs in the shot.

Then we headed back to the Bakery that is situated opposite the Coffee Terrace. It was decided that well give it ago. How could we not what with the superb presentation of sweets and savory.

Not the soul sisters but the Sue Sisters!

Ngee's quiche.

My chicken mushroom pie.

The food looked really good but was only mediocre in taste much to our disappointment.

Next, we headed to Starbucks for coffee, tea and more girly chats! All we did that day was talk., talk and TALK! We talked about my life. Talked about Wen's life. Talked about Ngee's life. It was definitely NO judgment day aka confession time! And I was the one who started the ball rolling.

I really enjoyed taking all sorts of pictures and playing around with different angles. Wen would constantly be a teensy weensy bit annoyed with Ngee and I as we fool around taking pictures after pictures. Both of us are into photography, her, being more of a pro than me. =p

Always wondered what happened between us in Form two that we drifted apart. I was always in awe of her. Her creativity. Her ability to draw a picture of a bird and finished painting it beautifully. I, on the other hand lack any artistic talents contrary to my family's belief and can only draw stickmen. Perish the thought of even painting anything!

A side shot by Ngee. Gosh. I am not official sporting a tiny double chin. *faint* Been putting on weight steadily three months ago. I told Mr. C that I'll lose some weight before he gets back. Instead of losing the measly weight, I gained 1 kg last weekend. *double faint* Now, all I hope is that I, at least maintain my current weight, if not lose any BUT not put on anymore weight.

We were so into picture taking that we even took pictures IN the toilet! You got to understand that we, three aren't exactly the kind of girls who always snaps pictures of ourselves. We're the kind that snap pictures of objects or other people.

But like I say, a photo is a memory captured that lasts forever.

Plus Size Wedding Dresses

Full-figure women all over the country spend time looking for a plus size wedding dresses. Plus size wedding dresses are not just a big, straight, white bag; actually, they are stocked in all kinds of styles. Try on different styles that appeal to you in your quest to find one having the right fit that will complement your curves.
You'll find that fitted bodices with a slightly dropped waist, Basque waist or v-waist work well for you. Anything that gives the illusion of a waist, without a horizontal line defining your actual waist, will work well for you. Fit is one of the areas of plus size wedding dresses that requires the most attention. If the fit is right, almost any design can be adapted to the fuller figure.
Choosing your wedding dress should be an enjoyable experience and that's what a big and beautiful bride wants! Every bride-to-be should receive personal attention when shopping for plus size wedding dresses. Shopping online for a plus size wedding dress could be your best bet. Styles include long or short sleeves, solid sleeves, or lovely strapless gowns designed to show off a full figure and bare shoulders (Tim Gorman).

Plus Size Wedding Dresses

Full-figure women all over the country spend time looking for a plus size wedding dresses. Plus size wedding dresses are not just a big, straight, white bag; actually, they are stocked in all kinds of styles. Try on different styles that appeal to you in your quest to find one having the right fit that will complement your curves.
You'll find that fitted bodices with a slightly dropped waist, Basque waist or v-waist work well for you. Anything that gives the illusion of a waist, without a horizontal line defining your actual waist, will work well for you. Fit is one of the areas of plus size wedding dresses that requires the most attention. If the fit is right, almost any design can be adapted to the fuller figure.
Choosing your wedding dress should be an enjoyable experience and that's what a big and beautiful bride wants! Every bride-to-be should receive personal attention when shopping for plus size wedding dresses. Shopping online for a plus size wedding dress could be your best bet. Styles include long or short sleeves, solid sleeves, or lovely strapless gowns designed to show off a full figure and bare shoulders (Tim Gorman).

Kooky Pics #306 Lost and/or Drunk

You can get this shirt at ChinaTown,
the stretch opposite the hindhu temple on your way to Ret Dot Museum.
Buy it for your friend whom you constantly have to "jaga" at clubs.
Who knows? Might come in handy! =p

Western Wedding Dresses

Wedding dresses come in a wide range of diversity. Designs, styles and fabrics change from one place to the next. Background and culture also have a say in the matter and can affect the overall theme of a wedding. That is the main reason why western wedding dresses vary a great deal from the Asian type. Nevertheless, they have a special role to play. Any two brides may not choose a similar type of a dress. Further, culture has an important role in deciding about the type of wedding dress that a bride is going to wear. Those brides who choose western wedding dresses need to consider the fabric, colors and accessories.
The western wedding dresses can be created using a variety of fabrics. The most popular fabric across USA and Canada is satin due to the elegance, style and comfort provided by it. The color of such western wedding dresses should be chosen very carefully. It is important that the color of the bride's dress matches with that of the wedding location.
Western wedding dresses conjure up the idea of hats, hocks and spurs. The market caters for these too. North American suppliers are falling over themselves to provide accessories that will facilitate the trip back to that wild-west era. It is a very creative option. In all cases, the accessories must compliment the setting of the wedding. Many people make mistakes here, considering them as separate entities.

Western Wedding Dresses

Wedding dresses come in a wide range of diversity. Designs, styles and fabrics change from one place to the next. Background and culture also have a say in the matter and can affect the overall theme of a wedding. That is the main reason why western wedding dresses vary a great deal from the Asian type. Nevertheless, they have a special role to play. Any two brides may not choose a similar type of a dress. Further, culture has an important role in deciding about the type of wedding dress that a bride is going to wear. Those brides who choose western wedding dresses need to consider the fabric, colors and accessories.
The western wedding dresses can be created using a variety of fabrics. The most popular fabric across USA and Canada is satin due to the elegance, style and comfort provided by it. The color of such western wedding dresses should be chosen very carefully. It is important that the color of the bride's dress matches with that of the wedding location.
Western wedding dresses conjure up the idea of hats, hocks and spurs. The market caters for these too. North American suppliers are falling over themselves to provide accessories that will facilitate the trip back to that wild-west era. It is a very creative option. In all cases, the accessories must compliment the setting of the wedding. Many people make mistakes here, considering them as separate entities.