Why do We Wait to Love.

Is it true when they say the world is the same anywhere? That people are the same. You can't change them, but you can only change yourself. I think the "World" is actually divided into two- the City world, and the Country world. Yes, exactly like the Mouse story.

Being a country mouse, I'm so used to seeing teenage kids riding motorcycles without their helmets on their heads; the schoolboys with their shirts tuck-out, girls letting go of their chemically straightened hair, while the Malay boys and girls alike are always in their neatly ironed uniforms... I missed those scenes, ya?

If you're on your way home in the bus, you see Astro satellites on wooden houses along parallel narrow roads. The aunties will be watching #333 so they will have the Hokkien dramas to share with their neighbors in the evening. The uncles will be having chit-chat sessions in kopitiams over kaya toasts and cold coffees without their ice cubes. Then at night, the whole family will have dinner together and summarizing their daily updated tales under faded lanterns from Chinese New Year every last years.


Unlike the country, in this lost city I'm in I see many (i mean so many) married or divorced men and women. =/ I'm still not used to this (ugly) scene (if i can call it), but I guess in time I will come to understand this culture.


In my country town, many "accidents" happened. Meaning... unwanted pregnancy. When I was 17, one of my best friend, *Eve's YOUNGER sister aged 15, got pregnant with her ex-boyfriend's son. She kept it as a secret for 3 months. A few months later, they simply got married. A year later, she gave birth to another son. But the thing is, this dad used the money he earned to buy those toy cars which uses real petrol; instead of his sons' milk powder!!!

I went to visit this couple one day with Eve but the mum and first son happened to be sick. The second baby; which was about 1 year old was in the cradle and there's no telephone in the cold AND dark EMPTY house. )))= I felt so sad and nothing but upset with the father who was obviously absent... They are still together as one until today, but he told my friend *Lucifer that he wishes he could still have fun.


Guys, please sarung your penis well. Your demon seeds will cause misery; when it's not the right time.


Incidents like that do happen to the city mice, but I guess it's a more different sense which; I've no right to comment on just YET. (still observing)


I actually wanted to talk about the differences between living in the city, and country. Don't know how much you know me; but I tend to walk a biggggg round to hit my ONE point. And I never feel exhausted sharing thoughts and stories, but I on the other hand get exhausted worrying if you might think I'm so po ma. Hahaha... It's true! I worry too much. It's a sickness with no cure.


Flying my thoughts back to Tassie Land (obviously very country), I was this one very happy girl. I felt little, but my heart felt as wide as the sea. My hair was so long then..... I was really very chirpy and cheerful. I wouldn't deny that I had haters, but I felt more loved; so much more than any where I've been to.

My dear Kin Wai, my real angel Felix, lovely, lovely Airene, Najib Sani the cutest president ever, Vaseist my MACHA' & his good ol' brown car he sometimes fetched me to Uni with... Kamini Lynette darling, Ain & Tracy so far yet so near... I can't bear missing all these sweetest moments I once had in my decorated life like honey droplets onto the tip of my tongue, tingling the tip of my heart. I miss quivering for all that sweetness.


My darlings... darlingsss.....


Artsy people click betta togetha. Hahaha!!!


GIRL POWER!!!!! ;)


Kamini and her waitress friends @ Smokey Joe's back then... (2007)


It wasn't very long ago to be exact, but it definitely felt like its been 3 years away...


The CRAZY dance moves @ Kamini's PINK room!


Tracy accessorized with ALL of our stuffs! hahahaha~ And that's my faithful golden bag which; I brought to work TODAY! =D


Everywhere I go, there'll bound to be people who hates me. It's a fact I can't hide. Something I'm so SO used to I sometimes feel I HAVE TO feel proud of it. But at any ground I placed my foot on, I'm (also) bound to find an angel out of a hundred friends. Sometimes more, never none. From the good times, to the bad times, you slowly grow with these people and the ones left in the end when you're in the deepest well, is what I call a Friend.

SO when people say, "You so busy, so many FRIENDS... Nobody dates you meh???"

I know the total number of friends I have on F/B is deceiving, and I only know 2++ out of 2+++; but what is your definition of F.R.I.E.N.D.S? My "friends" are all divided and put into lists and I only go / hang out with a handful.

Why waste my your time and energy layaning people you don't feel comfortable with? I tried mingling around and even forced myself to socialize, and I honestly find that very very tiring. Sitting down on the couch alone naked with my baby blanky, starring outside the window listening to Mia Palencia is so much more comfy. Sometimes, I'll call a friend or two to come over, and we talk about the Big Questions. I like it like that. One at a time. I believe in knowing each person deeply and thoroughly before moving on to the next one.

I honestly don't think I want to know if you think this is right or wrong. Because nobody taught or influenced me this; so I guess this is the real me I found. I want my FRIEND to feel lucky to have a friend like me, as much as I love to feel lucky to have him / her.


The Darling Group managed to have a gathering the other day. Kamini flew in from Singapore. Tracy from Sri Langka, Ain just came back from Australia, and we all met here where. I. am. ...


In Ain's car when the lights went Red ORANGE!!! Please don't copy us. =P


A betta picture after a few takes. ^^


I was actually very sick that day. Cause I ate 12 CIKU(S) in 1 morning! =X I immediately got an awful as hell sorethroat, my bff F.L.U, and a slight fever. I almost gave up waiting but I stayed back in the office till 9pm for Ain to pick me up. It's so so hard to meet GOOD friends from all over Earth, you know??? If only you could imagine how hard that is...


@ DELICIOUS BANGSAR


My HOT COCOA.


The BEST salad I've ordered SO FAR with lean chunky turkey meat leafed ova' fresh crisp lettuce garnished with dainty CRANBERRIES!!


You don't know me.


The FABULOUS Fish & Chips.


Ain's.



Gorgeous LADY Tracy!



Kamini loves Pinenuts!


More lovely pictures:



Sweet sweet melodies~~~


Apple crumble and... MUAHAHAHA!!! That awfully SINFUL damn thinggg I warn uuu~!


Coincidentally same color shirts! Semangat Sisterhood!! LOL


Sharing: yi ren yi ban, gan qing bu san. (one for everyone, feelings buey sua~ =/ Isn't that like... NO translation at all?! Somebody help!!! :p)


The above was sharing, this is POSING. Cuz I was sick and I couldn't eat that much... Apparently, chocolates and oven-baked stuffs are heaty, or maybe it's a myth. I'm not sure. )))=


Miss Lynette & Miss JZ.


Tracy | JZ | Ain J | Kamini LYNETTE


I shall end this with a kiss. ^x^

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Lost In The Library

Lost In The Library (& Everything Under The Sun)

I make my way through the solitary paths of books with a great effort. Avoiding --A sense of lost in knowledge; the exaggerated lack of it, the lust to embrace it with a million arms slaving from own self, how global is knowledge???

I rewind the time machine and allow myself to immerse in the period where writers like Shelly, Coleridge, and Bradbury lived. I am seeing the world now. The ladies wearing curtain lamp flocks and the men in white permed hair like lawyers in tuxes. I, am the only one in a milk color sweater, cute orange blouse, black opaque leggings, and chunky accessories from the 1970's, my golden earrings dangling happily over my shoulders. Surprisingly, no one looked at me. Feeling invisible, I'm still aware of my presence; tingling the tip of my fingers along my skin and coating my pink lungs with dusty air under the setting sun as the busy hooves of the handsome brown horses kick the sand. A little soil get into my eyes where the green lenses habituate. I come from the future; their antidote.

I see Shelly flirting with Ophelia from Hamlet in an old coffee shop! I never know she exists in this world~ Now I know she does! It seems like they just know each other and are having a good time together. The edges of my lips curve up. I love seeing people happy.

I turn around and this time, see Wordsworth and William Blake on a debate.

"He was and still will be gay if he was alive now."
"No, he wasn't and will NOT be! I shalt bet ten pounds that I can prove thee wrong!"
"Prove it then, my dear friend. How do you come about doing this?"

Whether Shakespeare is gay. True, I wonder how is Blake going to prove that! They don't even have a library, or at least, I don't see one anywhere nearby here.

Sigh. Shakespeare had long be gone and everyone from all generations still can't bother to let the poor old corpse, or even dust, go to rest in peace. All I can see is his books along my feet, across my breasts, afloating above my ribbon securing my hair; Twelfth Night, Much Ado About Nothing, A Midsummer Night's Dream, King Lear, the list goes on; a quartet of the same book for every single play he wrote. I wonder why is Hamlet such a big deal. To me, it's just a tragic play with creatively heightened made up characters to fight and win the average of reality.

Turn around again and now spot naked Prometheus and Ophelia making out in a coach attach to the shiny polished brown horses! So, Ophelia is actually a slut. Good gracious~ Perhaps Prometheus's liver should regrow five times faster and eaten twice a day by the birds everyday instead of once. Men, men, men. The ke-jantan-ess...

My watch shows 3 p.m. but the I hear the city clock tower strikes 12 noon. I am afraid, I don't know why. I can't find the damn clock!!! Something weird happened. The coach where the two nudes are making out suddenly shakes like crazy and turns into a pumpkin! I never know what happen to them after that, as I am now turn into a form of tiger pancake mixture ; dragged into the world of fables. Maybe they are having a baby inside there now which will then lead to the story of the farmer and his wife who couldn't give birth which are then granted a son in a pumpkin,,, That is Prometheus and Ophelia's chromosomes's persilangan... EwWw~!!! Who knows...

I touch the black printed ink on an old book of yellow, brown stained pages. An old quaint antique scent, a hundred times richer than a Prada dress arouses my senses. I feel the luxury of being lost in my past childhood times.....

As my fingertips run along the lines with my eyes close like a blind, I hear my mum's mellifluous voice lullabying my soul. It's ringing in my ears now... Rhyme... rhyme... & rhyme... I rhyme a nursery rhyme reading from my memory, faraway from the pages. A woman's thin, cold hands took me off the ground and we swing across the green meadows circled around short white fences. She is my breeze, my song, my angel, my mother. I hear a cough and open my eyes. I am lost in a library. The sounds of coughing itchy phlegm, intense inhaling of jammy sinuses, the falling and flipping of books on iron shelves; I am most interrupted by my very own breath. --I miss my mummy.

Where is the man call Ibsen? A man of all men who wrote million plays but he I admire the most; a play called "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen.

From tick to tock;
of time in a clock,
I run and hide;
escape but still can't find,
Why oh why;
are You still on my mind .

I am now on a train INside A doll's house. Can you picture it?

From romance to realism in a world within, I got a book entitled Worlds Within by Egoff -Children's Fantasy From The Middle Ages To Today, Why & Wherefores by Martin Gardner, The Powerbook by Jeanette Winterson, and some others. The Powerbook is now already my FAVOURITE BOOK. Awesome, fantastically BRILLIANT, contemporary, sexy, evocative, quaint.



A lady in A portrait, I see Myself. Lost in Reality, Found in a Dream ? Maybe vice versa, maybe... Not.

I laser my eyes through the book's cover which recalls me of one of my best friends; Joylynn.
-A very understanding special friend who is also an elder sister, a helping hand, with a pair of generous ears. She is now a kite whose string I let loose unintentionally... released?
Once mine, but never will come back as the same layang-layang again. What is a real friendship? There is no answer to that. Some good one leaves, some bad ones turned good, some stay the same. Or at least, I still hope.

I eyeballs slip down my throat for a while to peep at my shaking and trembling uvula; in thrist, in cold, after this long, long, lost dusty journey. How long has it been since I last warm up my voice? She sounds even more deaf now that I'm in a boring enticing library adventure.

My newly manicured hot pink nails run along the vertebrates of these books I see, making a repetitive clicking rhythm. Radio, TV, & Film. --The Secrets of Script Writing. How to Make A Good Play Great? THE Book of Great Directors. Radio Plays and Ways. AARRGGHHH~~!!!!

My neck is aching. My head is spinning. My eyes are rolling like a jackpot. I Don't Care! Is there a book called "I Don't Care??!" I'm hit by a ton of bricks!

My dreams...

-I don't want to get into that but yet how stupid I am for I will.

I've always wanted it. It's all I ever want. To catch the biggest, shiniest STAR from the galaxies, grab it with my very own hands; piercing it's thorny edges through my palms, squeezing the blood out of it; dry. It will then penetrate into my rushing blood like a zillion micro, tiny, shiny stars like passionate viruses, making the wave flows with glitters on a long, red carpet leading to infinity, eternity..........

Fame. Cameras.

This is my dream.

-I do want to get into this but yet how clever I am for I did; differently each time I do.
-I'm sorry.

Sitting down, I look at my own eyes through a thin glass across a desk; a wooden shelf covering my nose and lips, my brown eyes, they are not symmetrical. My green lenses, they make plastic real.

What IS beauty? As long as you have the property, anyone can be beautiful. Just don't mind the word --Plastic.

I dance - my way - through the last - diverge -
And on - my journey - I saw a figure -
A new figure - I thought it was you -
(not Gill, not Charlie, not Yong Xien, No, not the Malay guy I learn to like, No, not the cousin I love for 9 years, not Lee the playboy)
It is him - I can't say - his name - out loud -
It is him - who never - I feel - "thought was me" -
It is me - I thought - the song is for -
But alas!
The music - is yours -
And for God.

He is - the sword - I love - unintentionally -
unawared -
unrequited -
An accident.

When I thought - I could never - love a man - anymore -
I was AWAKEN - by a figure - I wish - is you -
But another ; - stranger - who loves me -
Just like I - love you -
Finds me - in a lost - library.
He comes - to me - and sat - by my side -
But I walk away -
Only...

Only wanting - the possibility - for either you - or me - the both of us - will be -
? .


-Quaintly me.

2007's Most Wanted Pink Blog ! (in vain~)

2007's Most Wanted Pink Blog ! (in vain~)

I think the title tells enough.

So here is a very self-made D.I.Y cam whore pics in a freshly picture-driven pink blog entry starting from my favourite SHOT of ALL pictureS since 1986! *;)

& the Album Of All eXpressions capturing P!NK treasury moments continues..... ..... ..... ..... .....

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*** Gl@mOrOuS PrinceSS Div@ ***

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*** SophiSt!CateD @ngeL frOm da' cLouDs ***

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If You Hate This Blog , It Means You Are Jealous ;

& I Won't Blame You For Being Jealous ,

Cuz' I'm Jealous Of MYself.

Love Me , Hate Me ,

I'm StiLL Me , I'm sTIll P!NK !

C!@OZ ~ !

Melting Moments~ (Another Boring Story You Can Skip)

_another boring story you may skip_ Melting Moments~

Nothing could be worst than to be cold in BED. - The place to rest, sleep, & let your dreams roar at night & then it's COLD. I woke up in the morning by my cellphone's alarm; Akon's "I Wanna Fuck You" 3X. Yea yea.. Akon is waking me up juST to tell me that.

Apparently, I did not have a good night sleep at all these few days & I don't know why. I go to bed with cold hands and feet, shiver under the blanket which is "fatter" but colder than I am, crawl out like a blind snail escaping it's own fear to reswitch on the lights (afraid of dark lately after watching Entity, as the house in there looks very much like mine now & I am starting to believe that the c2pid movie is the cause for my horrible nights), take out my hair dryer & start blowing every single object around me hOt before snuggling back to bed. As temptating as it looks like in the picture, it's not at all when it's cold! I AM suppose to get a heater, but my housies were telling me how makan tenaga the thing is so I'll have to wait till it gets colder. After all the blowing and crawling, I slip in my socks & cute gloves daddy bought me. I miss that man; he seems to raise his voice to live when he talks to me but he is actually a really cool dad. He shops for me! & his sense of fashion is as good as mine without having to read any magazines. Well that tells enough~

So I went to bed everyday around 2 to 4 a.m & startled myself in the middle of my sleep; I just sat there penetrating my eyes through the dark, felt scared yet not there, make some manja baby squeeks, then "pop", fall down onto my bed again. It feels weird, & to think of it is even more weird. When I was awake, I know I am, yet I know not. & when I was really awaken up by Mr Akon, I actually remember what happened, & I didn't know why I woke up.

Before this, one of my housies borrowed my lappy a few times to watch DVDs he borrowed from neighbour BeForE I go to bed. That was O.K. But then he begin to enter my room WHEN I am asleep. I was awaken by his presences for a few times & I suppose, that was also one of the reasons I kept having these waking-by-shocking-ownself-to-check-if-there-is-any-GUY(s)-in-the-room syndrome. Well, I always believe the best way to solve one problem is to speak & so I did. Now there MUST be a KNOCK by ANYone who wants to find me. *;)

& so, after rambling far away from the main topic, I was awaken up by Akon, but 1/2 an hours later. I was too tired dued to too much blogging the previous night & so I didn't wash my hair & ended up like this :




Pletty pleat, I call that. hehe! Went for Romance & Realism class where one of The Greatest Day in my life happened...!



Just-My-Luck
I went to class & sat at an empty seat available. I realized that *Carl was 2 seats beside me; O.K, at least someone I know, but in between us there is a blonde girl; not a very friendly one, more of arrogant I presumed. So I was pondering alone at my seat starring at dull ceilings when my eyes caught something... A BIG fish. HAHAH! I was joking. A white guy, sitting alone too. It was such a coincidence that his eyes caught mine at the same time the pondering was going on & he smiled at me. I replied by pulling the most friendliest smile I can curve to my lips ( I do that here everytime cuz people here are just SO friendly!). Surprisingly, this guy sat to his left & patted his seat indicating me to sit with him. God I was delighted! Now, now~ Don't think SO far kayz, I am just being lonely in R&R class for 3 bloody weeks already! & so I switchED my SEAT leaving *Carl & his blondie to chat without being a mentol. Apparently, *Carl has a girlfriend but his girlfriend has a girlfriend & that's why he has even more girl friends. =.=

Below is the conversation I can partially remember. (I wanted to blog the same day but I promised myself to write my essay but in the end ended up chatting after all) So here is the adapted version of 13th March 2007's Kisah Benar.



Breaking-Ice
"Hi, so how'd U been?"
"Fine, great."
"Oh, my name is Chris. & yours?" =)
"Oh, my name is Cindy." (=
"I see."

-Lecturer begins to speak & class is going on...-

"So, do you speak mandarin?"
"Yea, but I don't read & write. Cause I'm from a Malay school."
"Ah, I see, I see. I speak a bit of Chinese."
"Oh, REALLY?!"
"Yea, just a bit. I learn some in a (XYZ) class"
"I see... cool, cool."

-Lecturer recites William Blake's The Tyger poem-

He writes:
'What's your family name?'

"Tey"
"Tey? Cool~"
"& yours?"
"Tope."
"Sorry?"
"Tope."
"Tope?"

Despite getting annoyed by my deafness, he writes again.
'Chris Tope'

"Tope is my family name. It's German."
"Wow! That's cool!"
"Yea... Only my family has it cuz I'm a mix of everything."
"Oh, ok..."

"How old are you?"
"I am 20; 21 this November. You?"
"I'm 25."
"Ah... I see."

-Voice opinion session for students after poem is recited-

Chris writes:
'When is your birthday'

Cindy writes:
'21.11.1986. U?'

Chris:
'20.5.'

"A TAURUS?!"
"Yea, a Taurus. & you are?"
"A Scorpio"
"Ah~ A SCORPIO" (Almost everyone gives me that kinda of a reply)

-Break for 15 minutes-



The Tale of The Owl & The Pig~
"So, where do you want to go?"
"I don't know actually. Anywhere, I don't mind." <-- My "I don't mind" thing again!
"Do you want to get coffee or something?"
"Oh, sure."
"I don't drink coffee. I get drunk by drinking coffee?"
"I get what you mean. I don't like coffee too."
"Oh, SERIOUS? So are we still getting coffee?" *=s
"Nah, let me take you to one place"
"Oh OK! Oh my God! I can't believe there's also someone who can't drink coffee! All this while I thought I am the only one"
"Really? I can't stand the smell either. Not a coffee drinker. So what do you feel after you drink coffee?"
"Erm... it's like... I get..... high.?. when I drink coffee? Like a bit tipsy... Seriously. It's like everything I see or hear you saying gets slower then fast, then slow again...? Erm..." <-- DEFINATELY L.O.S.T dy this girl!!!
"You mean... everything doesn't go... (helps me find words)" <-- He doesn't know what I meant either!!!
"ANYWAY, let's go."




Cinderella Getting Politic...
"So how long have you been in Australia?"
"I think this is my 3rd or 4th week."
"So do you like it so far?"
"Ya, sure. Very much."
"Have you been to the city &...?"
"Yea... pretty much yes."
"I see... So how is Malaysia like?"
"Well, it's hot all year, something like Singapore... Have you been there before?"
"Nah, no. I've been to Korea; taught english for a few years there, & toured the world, most places in Asia, but not Malaysia or Singapore yet."
"Wow... You taught English. Well..., it's hot all year. (I didn't know how but we entered the political side of Malaysia) The Chinese don't REALLY like the Malays & stuff."
"Yea, I see. That's always the case, no? It's like the Malays think that it's their country & that's why they have more power to it? Whereas the Chinese are not the MAIN..."
"Yea, I think so. Cause you see, if the Malays get Cs & Ds, they can still enter Uni easily, whereas when the Chinese gets all As, we can hardly enter Uni still. Isn't it unfair?"
"Yea, that is."
"& I suppose the parents are not happy about this & they kinda babble about it to their children who then grows up to hate the Malays. Well it's not like we HATE them, but when you see a group of people somewhere, mostly, there's a division in groups. Can't avoid it."
"I see... Ops, be careful, Cindy, it's kinda slippery here, the rocks."



-Reached destination-




We Wandered Lonely As Clouds...~
"This is where I always come during break time"
(OMG! There's still someone like that in this world! I thought they go extinct! Really don't understand those smokers & chatter boxes rambling clumsily about nonsenses-of-the-day~!) *This is so CINDY style! I LOVE going to a secret place alone during any breaks! *
"WoW... this is such a nice place. I've never been here before...!"

-Sits down on ground-

"It's so beautiful..."
"Did you hear that?"
"What, what?"
"That sound, a bird."
"Yup. Where is it?"
"Ah, it's opposite the river on the other side. It never comes to this side though. It's a very beautiful bird; it's like a size of a hen & it's neck is all blue."
"Wow... I wish to see that!"
Points to a bridge. "I live over there. See that bridge? I walk across that bridge to school everyday & I go home for lunch at 12. I'll be going back home later for lunch too."
"I see. That's nice."
"Not when you're walking alone at night though... *laughs* Yea... so, Cindy. What do you wish to be?"
"Me? Oh... *Blushes* An actor...???"
"That's good!"
"Good?"
"Ya, I wish you can be an actor, Cindy."
" =.="""" How about you? @.@ "
"An author."
"Wow... Ok, now that's good. So are you writing a book now?"
"Yes, I am half way through. I love writing. I love poetry & lots of poetry. I love poetry."
"Haha! I can see that!"



Anyone Remember The Story of The Country Mouse & City Mouse???
"Have you ever see me in class?"
"Yes, DUH! You are like the most intelligent student there! You sounded so professional!"
"Nah~ no.. I learnt those things before, that's why. I took (courses he mentioned)".
"I see... No wonder you are like so... you know~ I was intimidated by you, seriously."
"Don't be Cindy, don't be. Hahaha...So do you want to work at Melbourne or Sydney or...?"
"I wish I can... but I don't think I can. I have to study here for 2 years to get a visa to work at Mel or Syd & I'm only here for 1 year. & you know, like in my class back at Malaysia, there are only 4 people in my class!? & I'm like the 1st guinea pig to study here"
"Oh really??? Wow... haha! Guinea pig... yea. Well you see, like at Melbourne you have everything; the culture, the people... The thing about Tasmania is that it's so... all about local? They kinda emphasize on the local, local side of it, whereas at bigger cities they view it in a whole....."
Nods. "Yea... true... Hmmz..."
"I think we better get going back to class"
"Yup!"



WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE ADD THE TWO #1 HAMSAP STARSIGNS TOGETHER? = 0 Conversation
"Well, I think I've seen you in class but I didn't really talk to you but today, I saw you there &..."
"Yea... same here. It's like... fate? No, timing I suppose. The timing. It's... it's...."

Absolutely random:
"You know, I'm a very hardworking starsign observer."
"Hahaha... Really? So what kind of Taurus do you think I am?"
"Well, I don't like saying this, cause my friends always say that "U can't categorize people like that"?, so I'll say this in general. Tauruses are egoic but VERY sensitive inside, quite happening, socialble, have many friends around, & hardworking?" *Thinks*
"Well... quite true. I'm still working on to put that ego thing down. *Laughs* It's hard to say cause I'm half of a Gemini? My birthday is on..."
"YA! Me too! I'm a bit on the Saggi side."
"Yea, that's right. Hmm... about hardworking... I would say it's more of... ambitious? More of ambitious, I would say?"
"YES! AMBITIOUS. THAT's the word."
"Yea, like I am very ambitious & I know what I want to do but I don't really work to move towards it?" "Hahaha! Yea, I have many Tauruses friends like that!"

-Back to Class-



The Trap for The Green Eye Monster
Chris writes:
'what is a Scorpio like...?'

I look at him in the eyes & pause.

'B.A.D'

Poor Chris gave me a shocked lOOk & said, "...ReallY...?"
I shook my head. "No, it's like this."

Cindy writes:
'2 emo 2 sensitive 2 dreamy jealous easily revengeful'

Chris circles the first three. "These I am too, these two, (jealous & revengeful part) I'm not."
" (= haha.. Oh kay~ "

-After a while-

'Contacts'
"Contacts? Oh... contacts? I can't remember my own number" Runs hands deep into big gold bag to search for hp.
'Green contacts? Green? Contacts?' He points into his eyes.
"Oh~ Contacts. Lens! Yah, green..."
It took a few secs for me to get what he is trying to say & I HIT him!
He laughs at me pointing to my eyes. I hope you know what I mean without needing me to explain this.
Scorpio = Green eye monsters. =.= !!!

"NO!"

Chris writes:
yes + the continuous nodsssSsss

Cindy writes:
no No NO!

Chris writes:
yes yes Yes

Cindy writes:
X X X

We both laugh so loud by accident everyone turned to look at us. *WHOPS!* *#^o^#*

The attendence sheet came to us & much to our surprise, as Chris helped me tick my name, our names are together!

Tey Cindy

Tope Chris
AWWW~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!

My Guardian, My Angel~
"So how have you been finding this class so far?"
"It's cool, find it kinda hard to write my essay though."
"Have you written your essay?"
"No."
He gives a kinda of look I understand.
"You?"
"Yah, I've did mine. Well it's kinda hard cause you have to relate it back to the list... Do you have trouble with it?"
"Yea, quite..." *I CAN SEE THE LIGHT!* lolx!
"Which poem are you doing?"
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. & you?"
"(I can't remember what Chris chose!)"
He turns the pages to find my poem.
"Now. You don't have to worry about this one", redirecting to Ode to a Nightinagle which Michael is reciting.
He immediately writes down points for my poem on his key text book while I copy them down like lightning!

-Deborah writes notes on white board while Chris is thinking for another point & I feel like copying notes & he does too-

"I think we should do this first."
Laughs.
Laughs.
"Yea, sure!"

-Resume back his troubleshoot-


Naughty Chris!!!
'Romantic?'
"huh?"
"Are you... Romantic??"
"Oh, me? Yes~.."
"No~..." 'no'
"YES" 'yes.'
"Tell me, how can you show you are romantic?"
"Well I... am romantic... therefore I am Romantic~!" *Now that's lame* -__-"
"HAHAHA! See? You are NOT romantic."
"Well, I suppose we ALL are, & that's why we are here! How are YOU romantic?"
He only replies with a smile.

-Slideshows-


Henry Fuselli's The Nightmare 1781





Francisco Goya's Saturn (devouring the children) 1821




Chris explained to me what the names and roles these ugly scary creatures are. There are awesome, but seems really scary to me...! We then talk about timetables, subjects, & stuff.

Later on...

The masterpiece Chris writes:
'would you like to have lunch with me today?'

WAHAHA!
Unexpected!


Anyway, I said yes. & during the walk...


The Real Romantic!!!
As I rambled about stuff..........
"See that?"
"Where?" <-- BluRR!
"That grass? See that thing over there? It's a four leave clover; it grows alone sprouting out from the road. Now, THAT's Romantic." He walks off leaving me pondering at the really small leave growing on the road instead of the earth with the other clovers.
"How did you see that?! Do you see that everyday?"
"No~! I just saw it just now, when I was walking. See? You are NOT romantic." he teases.
"URGHH~!" HITS him again.
"Do you think I'll get bruises all over if I befriend with you after some time?"
"HAHAHA! NO~?!"


Coffee Toffee!

Chris's house! Kitchen, perhaps.


"My God, your house is so... Cottage-like! & bigger too! Mine is... hmmz~"
"Well, yea, it's a nice house... very cosy.. Please, have a seat."
"Do you need help with preparing lunch?"
"No no, please, seat."
I ignored this gentleman over here & walked to the table & kacau his things while he prepares lunch.
He kept asking me what I eat & what I don't & as we talked about fruits..., & the lunch table is done!




Pears, bananas, corn thins with cocoa banana spread, cookies THAT CHRIS freshly baked HIMSELF yesterday!!!!, chocolate, Passion FRUIT...


"Looks like we have a very sweet lunch here~!"
"It's cool. I'm fine with it. I'm fine with anything really." <-- "Fine with anything" thingy again~

Chris got up from his chair again, took the remote control & plays classical music on his player.

The WHOLE atmosphere changes!!! The miracle of musics.
The cottage, the classical music, the man-made lunch, a 1 in a million person & a self-proclaimed princess; what eLse is lack? *hahaha!*


Adam & Eve
"Is this passion fruit? I've never seen one in my life! How do we eat passion fruit? Do we eat the seeds?"
I took a fork & copied Chris; pop in the seed. I started chewing & they started to make weird noises.
"No, no, you don't chew. You just... *Demonstrates* He put the seeds in his mouth, suck the flavour, & swallow everything.
"We swallow the SEEDS? We actually EATS the seedS? So eating passion fruits means eating SEEDS? <-- sua gu-ing.
"Cindy~~! Ya~" <--- WhopS! Belang tertunjuk! @.@

"What fruit did Eve eat? Is it an apple or...?"
"Yes, it's an apple."
"I see... Maybe it's PASSION fruit..." *=s
"HAHAHA! MaYBe."

The Women Killa' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
& so we rambled on about how men came to earth, religions (Chris has NO religion & he is NOT sad or lost about it! He is a mix of everything; German, Itallian, France, Australian, UK, US, India, Cina... hahaha! I was joking. I think it stops at UK or US), & he reads about all the religions; selecting the values he finds true & practices them. Ain't that cool? lolx~!


"Let me play a song for you." <--- GENTLEMAN KAO 9AO, SIUT~!!!!!!

Chris remotes the player again & took out a guitar. Now, THIS is real dream!

My cookie almost choked my throat as I see him in his Adidas jacket & his hands lively playing a tune he wrote himself, a combination of everything (very Chris, very original. & his favourite food is... *TA DA* H2O! Yup, WATER! ORIGINAL untill cannot go furthur dyyyy!); a bit of latin, salsa, chinese, japan, pop, arabic music, he just plays EVERYTHING! & trust me, it is the MOST SPECIAL music I ever heard! Not even a bit can LeeHom produces yEt. The way he plays the guitar is an art, not only the music. I can't imagine how he creates such a wonderful tune by playing it artistically AS WELL! Chris also plays the piano, violin, & some other music instruments!!!!!
He also get a scholarship to study Medicine when he was 17, stopped to tour the world, continues but lack interests in medic & STILL got scholarship to study what he is doing NOW!!! *fULaMaK~!!!*

-The End-

P/S: Chris walks in front of me at every slopes during the walk so that "if you fall, fall on me, OK?" AwWw~ He is such a sweet guy~! *muakss!!!*

& Oh ya,
I found the cookie we both have! Arnott's Chocolate Chips Fudge Cookie! (NOT serve)

It's been a very nice day that day. I had the NICEST lunch of my life~! I found a very special friend! When you read Enid Blyton about how the little girl found a new friend who is an old lady who shares story next-door, I found a M-A-N~! MuA Ha hA.....
Melting moments like that reminds you how sometimes money doesn't matters..... But somehow, looks still do... -B.E.A.U.T.Y...




*=P

U-Name-It (11.11.2006)

U-Name-It

Imagine if the world...
Is a sea of your FAVourite colour!
Its a round sphere,
containing only liquid,
with a thick layer of 'epidermis' made of O2.

Have U pictured that?

Deep in the core of this world,
is a round diamond which;
holds the eternity of the planet's existence,
& gives the sparks to the sea which;
lights the whole planet,
making it the biggest, brightest gem ever.

The only land on this world
consists of strings of islands
everywhere.
On this land,
is where only beach parties are held;
a land of partying!

Bodies,
Dance, Music,
Beauty, Fashion, Trend,
Delicacies, Fruits, Wine,
Silk, Bed,
Lust.

A land for every new generations,
A place for the old who feels young,
A piece of earth for them who wants to be young,
A dance floor for the wild,
A paradise for the mild,
Of islands blow by the sultry wind.

No starving
No stealing
No torture
No suicide
No killing
No dying.

Clear
Calm
Safe
Sound
Peace
Light.

But the wild still goes on,
persistently,
consistently.
Feel the beat...
of the music..
the rythm U love most.

(In my concept)
Deep in the green sea,
U breathe in water through ur' nose 4 the very 1st time,
It doesn't hurt.
U breathe it in again,
U feel recycled, refreshed,
Ur eyes lit up like emerald,
U swim away.

What do U c?
Trees underwater, fruits U never C, or those U'v seen but different
On the golden sand, black apples are everywhere.
I took 1, almost bit her...
When U tapped my shoulder,
& I dropped it, 4got about her...

We bcame friends, we swam.
We swam better than fishes.
No whales. No sharks.
No poison, no potion needed.
Time is not gold anymore.
Life is.

Jewels & gems r rocks & stones.
No 1 begs, plead, nor steal.
Those who love 2 sell, sells.
Shops r cute vendors,
& ice creams are portions of rainbow.
Passing them, acknowledging friendliness, warmth.

On the silver sand,
place a violet shell
slowly opening itself
only when it senses true love
Our eyes gazed
unexpected.

Mermaids & mermen left us alone
Silence I sensed.
Sound of small waves calmed my trembling soul
I didn't know how
nor did I know when
I was in ur arms
with your warmth wrapping around me.

Green light shone upon us
while the shell finally opened
ignoring it after waiting 4 long
I realize my long fingers running through your soft long hair
back they went
I push ur head towards me
Y so did U.

Ur sharp nose against mine
Ur eyes shone into mine
Ur lips almost touching mine
Ur chest beating against mine
Ur hands tangling mine
We have no feet!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Together we touched the pearl
who smiled and closed as we swam away.

...Who aRe yoU?

In the sea,
I feel the green liquid
cooling my cheek
like cucumber slices,
blue gel,
baby pink ice cubes~!

I feel white!

I feel pure~

I m clean.

I m so glad,
so glad...
I went to find pain.
I search 4 witches, needles, poisons, stepsisters,..
4 what?!
4 love~!
Huh...
What is folly?
I'm weary.

Don't ask me what is studies.
Don't ask me what is work.
Don't mention where is money.
Don't mention where is wealth.
Never question Y it's all here.
Never question Y happiness comes so easily.

Your world is not your creation.
You r the creator of your life.
My world is my creation.
I m not the creator of my life.

That is Y this is here.
This is Y I m here.

I m not out there.