Sunday, May 29, 2011


Credits to New Straits Times for the image

Papa Carrie was driving when Mama Carrie noticed that there was a meeting going on in a building and insisted him to stop the car. She wanted to listen to whatever the person was saying.

When I returned home, I checked my postbox and found a wedding invitation addressed to me. Opened it up and it was an invitation to Bya's wedding, attached with a map. I tried to check with Uncle Google, but the map that he gave me wasn't clear... and decided to call Jeremy for directions.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A City Trip

Credits to Mama Carrie for the image

Someone had invited me for a holiday. Along with my clothes, I brought my digital camera. It turns out that the fellow booked a budget hotel. Next to the hotel was a condominium (which exists in real life, located in Damansara Heights) and a train station.

I wanted to take a couple of photographs, but I couldn't find anything that was "picture-worthy".

The room was pretty much in a bad shape.... it smelt pungent. The table was dusty, the bedsheets weren't as clean as it should be and the toilet had stains on the bathroom wall and mirror.

If I was that fellow, I'd reserve a room in a five-star hotel and split the amount between us. A comfortable rooms leads to a good night's sleep.

Strangers, again

To all couples out there who are currently in a relationship or have since split up.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A Stopover

Credits to Visiting DC for the image

Since it was our first time in that airport, we almost got lost and if it weren't for the help for one kind on-ground flight stewardess who showed us the way to the exit, I think we'd be screwed.

I stayed in my friend's place for two nights. Her place was small but surprisingly comfortable. Her grandpa, who was in town for medical treatment, was also living in the same house. I wasn't comfortable socializing with him because I felt that he was being cheeky with me. And I'm bad at handling unintended humors.

My friend, who was a police offer, allowed me to follow her when she visited the crime scene. I wasn't allowed to do anything but to stand and observe (or watch, whichever is more appropriate).

She had locked a criminal whom she had just caught in a room, but he mysteriously disappeared when her officers wanted to take the criminal back to the police precinct. A disappointed her was almost served with a warning by her boss.

Before leaving for the airport, I excused myself and went to the toilet."

- The dream was fuzzy; this is the best I can remember.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Try asking, but I've a right not to tell

I’m not sure if I’ve said this, but I will say it again: it is best not to believe first impressions of anyone. Some could just be projecting a sweet image when, in reality, they’ve a totally different image. I’m not trashing anyone here…. I’ve just seen too many people trying to be someone else, and not themselves. Is it so tough to be original and unique?

I just wish that people will stop asking me senseless questions. Seriously, must I answer each and every question of yours? Say, would you feel irritated if I were to bounce the ball back to you?

If you know you’ll be irritated by the same questions, don’t ask.

Isn’t there something called respect? I respect you for manners, so you should respect me for who I am.

I know it’s barely a day, but I can’t wait for August to roll around. I have a couple of reasons for wishing that, though I shall keep the reasons to myself.

Argh, it will take up to six weeks for me to receive the scores. Oh, boy, I should probably bribe ask someone to proof-read it before sending it for the scoring. I hope it’ll earn me some nice marks because I have slogged for weeks on it. Now, who shall I look for? I’m not counting on my friends because they’re already being burdened by their own college assignments.

On another note, Mama Carrie has been commenting that I’ve been talking a lot about cupcakes. True, but the cupcakes sold in the market aren’t suitable for me. Considering that I’m being put on a strict diet, apart from edible food coloring, who knows what other ingredients are inside?

Sigh, I'm not used to Firefox Version 4.


I think I have multicolored clothing in my wardrobe, but, if worn together, I doubt the top and bottom matches. I hope that doesn't mean I have to rush to the store and specially buy a multicolored dress because I don't know if the ones I've seen - online - are acceptable.

If I can't find a long multicolored dress, can I mix and match with plain colors? I wonder who suggested that parishioners turn up in multicolored attire.

Because of this, it looks like we've to make an impromptu trip to the shopping mall. Blah.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

An exhausting day, coupled with pictures

I'm so exhausted.

It's definitely no fun having to go out with this kind of heat. And if you're with someone who receives lots of phone calls, it makes things worse. Even though I wasn't the one answering the phone calls, I could feel the stress of a working adult. My head and eyes were so painful that I wanted a punching bag to punch.

Mama Carrie said she was confident that the person sitting next to the table - during lunch - was someone who used in the showbiz industry. She then asked a waitress who told her that the person's name was so-and-so, which is really the former celebrity's first name.

Surprising. You may be wondering why there isn't any picture of me with the person. I'll tell you why. It's actually because the person looked so cold that I was terrified of asking her. Even Mama Carrie was like, "you better don't."

Anyway, while I was waiting for Mama Carrie to be done with taking the pictures, I spotted a couple of items that I liked.

Mama Carrie doesn't seem to understand why I like it, but it looks cool to me. =)

The place is definitely surrounded by a lush green view.

And, on our return home, I decided to take this place because it looked so beautiful.

Mama Carrie knows that I like to take pictures of sunset. =D

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


The Mega Sale is back - from middle of next month to the end of August.

I think I know why my fingers are swollen and feeling stiff most of the time. I hate to say this, but it sucks to be me at this moment. It's definitely going to cause a lot of issues for me. *sigh*

I'm going to bed. Peace out.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

*buries her face in her hands*

Everything was well until the boyfriend's ex showed up and started harassing him.

I have met the ex a couple of times as we were friends for a long time. (I had no idea she and the boyfriend were once an item.) She carried herself with confidence, had a gentle character and had looks that many girls would die for. Though she was gentle, she knew when to defend herself and her family and friends. Says, "Otherwise, people will think I'm easy to bully."

I think she was drunk when she sent a text message to me. It read:
Dear (name of the boyfriend), I miss you very much. I can't help but think of our sweet times together. I still can't put my head around the fact that you've moved on. I need to see you. I need to know why we broke up. It is unclear why we broke up.
The boyfriend went missing almost a day after that. The colleagues at his workplace mentioned that he had resigned from the company (he didn't divulge his reasons) and there was no trace of him. I was working as an actress at this time and had to juggle my work and finding him. It really drained my energy, but I strove on.

I called the ex, but she said that she didn't know about his disappearance or where he went. I went to the boyfriend's condo with a mutual friend to ask, but the guard was very rude. I started scolding the guard in Taiwanese. [My fluency in Taiwanese, in real life, is very poor, though.] Something like, "We're all of the same color. Why don't you want to help?!"

And the poor friend had the shock of his life because he had never seen me that mad before.

With no leads for me or the cops to follow, I was getting desperate and worried. It was not of him to disappear without telling anyone. I was constantly bogged by our time together. I told the same friend of mine that....
"If the ex didn't show up and started harassing and stalking him, he would still be here. He will not be missing."

Monday, May 2, 2011

It's so normal ... and common

If you noticed there's a post missing, it's because I've deleted it. The reason? The post, I felt later, was redundant.

I know I'm not supposed to have dairy products for the time being, but I think I can find a way to bake cakes (for myself, obviously. I can't stand being criticized if the cakes aren't up to common taste).

Sigh, if only chocolate was allowed....

I have found vegan cupcake recipes online and am going to experiment with it, but there's no guarantee that it'll turn out right because I don't have the right pan (I can't find any stainless steel cupcake pans in town) and the texture is never right. (I envy the professional bakers as their cakes are all so .... perfect, as in texture wise. No bumps, just a smooth surface.)

I know I'm trying to be as optimistic as Mama Carrie, but there's a part of me that can't help but think (and feel) that I'll blow it up. There's always the fear of failing, but I was never intimidated by it from the beginning. It was part and parcel of life, but the question now is if it really blows up, what am I to do? Do everything from scratch? It sounds easier said than done. Plainly said, I'm 'caught in a crossroads'.

It feels like everyone is being selfish and not having any consideration for others. It makes me exasperated because I'm powerless to do anything about it. Grrrr.... >=(

There are some things that can make me lose my cool easily, and this matter is one of 'em. With everything that is going on, it wouldn't be a surprise if that realy happens, much to the Carries' chagrin.

I was watching an episode of a TV series and the character said something like, "God doesn't answer your prayers all the time.". I think Don Flack (played by Eddie Cahill) of CSI:NY said it, but I can't remember whether it was him or some other character. Yes, I know that the sentence may not go down well with some.

I want to take the digital camera along and take pictures with people that I know and of places that I have visited or have not visited before. I hate to say this, but I've been slowly forgotten and I'm forgetting people too. Some names and faces are familiar, but no longer recognizable.

I no longer look forward to birthdays because it's been years since mine was celerated. I will still wish friends a 'Happy Birthday' when their birthdays roll around the corner, but I don't expect to be greeted with a 'Happy Birthday' when mine arrives.

Please don't get me wrong. I don't hate birthdays, but I just find that there is no point in celebrating if no one is going to celebrate with you (or conveniently forgets it). Also, it's a reminder that you're a year older. Presents are fine, as long as the recipent is able to use it and in working condition.

Seriously, why can't I stay away from the computer for as long as necessary (or for as long as I want)? Why do I feel compelled to be online?
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