tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24011314796971880102024-03-06T13:02:09.202+08:00Cravings....Rum and RaisinsGabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.comBlogger271125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-14443244635831304162010-10-01T21:09:00.000+08:002010-10-01T21:11:04.531+08:00to a special person<h1><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Paulette Yeoh (1948-2010)</span></i></h1> <p class="MsoNormal">The chocolate cake was glazed with a vivid dark brown, enriched with a moist texture and a prodigious taste. As soon as it came out of the oven, curious schnozes crowded the dining table, expressing their cravings as they flattered the amazing recipe by this lady they known endearingly as Auntie Paulette. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I was fortunate to be able to befriend Paulette but it was indeed a very interesting chronology. I was 17 and it was a few days shy from my SPM trial examinations. Instead of revising through my books, I played Scrabble online on ISC (Internet Scrabble Club) till past midnight. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One night, I was playing with a lady nicknamed ‘yin’ and as we were playing, she introduced herself and we became ‘online Scrabble friends’. I would play Scrabble with her till past midnight and she would unequivocally command me to go to bed and I would oblige but instead of sleeping, I would continue observing Scrabble games online disregarding her plea until my mother echoed the exact same words from her room next door. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Known for her chattiness and friendliness, she often shared numerous tales and stories of so many people who imprinted great memories in her life. She would share most of her stories with me especially about youngsters whom she likes and was proud of. Among those I had heard of then were Ong Suanne and Alastair Richards, World Youth Scrabble Championship 2009 champion and runner-up. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt">For Suanne, Paulette is a vivacious, bubbly lady with lots of hugs and lots of cupcakes to give away. “She was someone I'd known since I was about 6, and someone who welcomed me into the Scrabble scene, sitting me on her knee during games and always being very encouraging. Scrabble to her was much more than just a game, and I think, as much as she enjoyed the game itself, she always valued the friendships that came along with it. She had the amazing ability to make any opponent feel at home even if he or she was a stranger, and above all, I think most of us will remember the natural warmth that she exuded both across the scrabble board and off the scrabble board,” quipped Suanne. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt">Paulette would also attend big scale Scrabble tournaments such as the King’s Cup in Bangkok and the ever-growing Causeway Scrabble Challenge in Johor. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt">The Scrabble gypsy, Dianne Ward from Australia shared her story when she first played Paulette in Bangkok several years ago. “She kept telling me she wasn’t any good while she proceeded to play 4 bingoes against me,” reminisced Dianne. It was the game where Paulette played a nine-letter word, CAREGIVER that was one of her proudest finds she shared with me. </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Tahoma"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt">She also received plagues for her undying support from 2000 to 2004 from the organizers of the Equatorial Scrabble Competition that was held in Cameron Highlands. Other recipients include fellow scrabble players; Nigel Richards, Jocelyn Lor and Yeap Gim Sai.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Tahoma"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yeap Gim Sai on the other hand regards Paulette as her best friend! Though they were different; Paulette was the out-going and adventurous while Yeap was the quiet conservative one; they complement each other. “We had great times together. She would hug me when we meet and swing me off my feet!”, recalled Yeap. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Paulette and Yeap are also avid treasure hunters, taking part in big competitions such as the Kiwanis Hunt and theSun Motor Hunt to name a few, with rather commendable results. I could also recall how amazing Paulette was with solving crossword puzzles and deciphering tricky treasure hunts questions. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Despite all the excitements, Paulette was diagnosed with breast cancer five years ago and was told that she had 6 months left to live. Her uplifting spirit kept her going and she believed in just enjoying herself until the end is inevitable. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The cancer was her least concern as she kept enjoying herself doing things she loved. Her daughter, Lim Sha-lyn also said, “She was never bothered with anything, even about going for checkups. She put the cancer far in the back of her mind and never quite thought about it. All she wanted to do was to make a difference to other people’s life.”<span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Book Antiqua";color:teal"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She appeared energetic and cheerful each time I met her. When asked about her secret, she mentioned a homemade tea she brewed daily using a type of leafy-plant locally called daun pecah beling or <i>Strobilanthes Crispus</i> she sun-dried to give her the extra strength.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her passion for little children also brought her to Pattaya, Thailand as a volunteer for children victims of the infamous 26.12.2004 tsunami that left many young kids orphaned. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She shared that the experience received was phenomenally breathtaking and explained how every young boy and girl and infants fawned and crawled to her lap with ease and joy as if there was a special aura radiating from her face. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The happiness she bore was indescribable and I believe that was one of her proudest moment in life, as she shared the story not once, but several times to her friends and families.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Besides, she spent a lot of her time volunteering in the pediatric wards in Penang General Hospital where she would play with the kids, cheered them up and even made balloon sculptures for them. She once told me that she wanted to do something meaningful in her life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Early this year, Paulette was warded into the hospital, as her condition was deteriorating. She would unceasingly greet everyone with a cheerful smile whenever she could. Though in pain, she made everyone around her felt comfortable. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sha-lyn also recollected that Paulette did not want pessimists to visit her in the hospital ward. “She told me that anyone who is going to cry or be negative and treat her like an invalid to not visit her as she did not want bad aura to be around the ward,” said Sha-lyn. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She would deemed herself luckier than many and stayed positive until the end. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">In memorial of her and to commemorate her love and dedication in the game that was introduced to her by her late father when she was a young girl, the Paulette Yeoh Memorial Scrabble Tournament will be held on the 9<sup>th</sup> and 10<sup>th</sup> October 2010 in City Bayview Hotel, Pulau Pinang. It was one of her wish before she passed away as Scrabble meant a lot to her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Penang Scrabble Club and Paulette’s family will be organizing the tournament and are inviting everyone who had directly or indirectly known her to be part of this eventful tournament. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As her presence will be sorely missed by many, she left a note saying:</p> <br /> <p class="MsoNormal">“Paulette bids a fond farewell to beloved family and friends who made her life meaningful….” – Paulette Yeoh (1948-2010)</p>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-69308927897928296392010-07-04T01:46:00.002+08:002010-07-04T02:12:40.632+08:00I wanna hold your hand"I wanna hold your hand... I wanna hold your hand... I wanna hold your hand...<div><br /></div><div>Oh, please say to me, you'll let me be your man..."</div><div><br /></div><div>As cheesy it may sound, Beatles wrote some of the world's best songs, everlasting and exudes emotions and 50 years from the year it was written, the gist of the song still applies to the modern world - though inweaved with the bitter of rage and the sweet of love. </div><div><br /></div><div>I used to believe that love is defined by how much you want to see that person, the frequency and urgency of the ever-inadequate wanting; how strong the heart beats *feels heart rate* when you see that person; the pulsation of nerves developed by the excitement and maybe with a tinge of happiness; or the immense feeling of wilderness; feeling like the world's is empty without that person beside you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now all these proved to be the old-school way of thinking - back when we were still in green or blue altered pants or those tacky blue pinafores matched with faded white shirts and fugly tailored blazers and sometimes come with those canvas belts and a school badge!</div><div><br /></div><div>As we grew older, we tend to have a whole new mindset. Past experiences made us more aware and cautious about each and every step we take. The second we decide to step into a new plateau, the very second you stop and ponder the appropriative section of the decision. That is why decision making is always hard! And with the power of being fickle and indecisive, it's all a mess-up tremor. </div><div><br /></div><div>My point is, going through all these random write-ups, we as utopiasts are certainly in the direction where we are making our own life complicated and miserable in search of a perfect lifestyle because of our surrounding upbringing. The current situation where it forces our lives to difficult phases does help us in maturing our mind but it does harm if we do not have the power to take control. </div><div><br /></div><div>If we could take a step back and breathe 3 times.... </div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">just go to be now! you're talking nonsense!</span></span></i></div><div><br /></div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-1229843565634420232010-06-18T00:51:00.003+08:002010-06-18T00:56:00.315+08:00ssshhHH!!!<div><br /></div><div>You know what they say about keeping quiet, they are just <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">jealous</span></b> that they can't stop talking and you can!<div><br /></div><div>Part of my nature of keeping really quiet and speechless, I realised that it's very meditative and soothing. However, this gesture could stir some thoughts of you being cocky, unfriendly, unapproachable or unmannered. Whew! Being silent is a crime indeed; unless you're in the library or in the court!</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what people may think of me when I just want to be extremely quiet and not speak but just smile. Sometimes, when someone talks to me; trying to fit <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">"Hey! How are you long time no see how you have been its been a while since we talked are you married with kids or no kids and yes I am married now for 3 months and my wife is stunning!"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></i>in a 10 seconds conversation, I just smile and walked away. Call me arrogant then, I don't care. At least I smiled! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Some people try too hard to please someone in a conversation too. They started talking about things and as the conversation runs drier and blander, they will start boasting and bragging about their goods whilst trying their very best to sweep the bad under the carpet as quickly without anyone noticing. In my humble mind, I would rather they just shut up! Am I right or right?</div><div><br /></div><div>Soon, people would realise that you don't need to talk in order to please someone. It takes a simple step but millions of muscles to work a smile!</div></div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-14172764397040979632009-11-19T09:45:00.002+08:002009-11-19T10:41:17.928+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs072.snc3/13967_177331137557_546512557_2754281_5531701_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs072.snc3/13967_177331137557_546512557_2754281_5531701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They say you have to have spices to life. Take yourself back to the 90s when the Spice Girls were all fired up with 'Spice Up Your Life'. So what are these spices in life and how do you define them in your own interpretation? Is it the entertaining et painful dramas, the backstabbing gossips, the colourful bunch of people around you or the conflicts and never-ending dilemmas that revolve around your life?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">*feed me your thoughts*</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">----------------------------</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Two weeks since my immediate termination of employment, I was able to recapture and recollect my true self and desires. I believe that being engulfed by bad energy everyday and all the emotions or opinions kept inside you would not help in developing good creative mindset. Choked? Encaged? It's something you got to experience to know what it feels. </div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">H : I want you to design something entertainment for this floor. The colour scheme is Four Seasons - Green is Spring, Blue is Winter, Yellow is Summer and Orange is Summer. I want you to make the space more entertainment in your interpretation.</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">*designed and sketched 3 ideas*</span></b></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">H : Er.. Don't take the design so literal. You can refer to some books and get ideas. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">*continued researching, designed and sketched 7 proposals*</span></b></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">H : I am not crazy about the idea. It's doesn't give me the Nature feeling. </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me : What Nature feeling? I thought it's Entertainment?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">H : I told you the colour scheme is Four Seasons right? Then the concept is Nature la! Four Seasons means nature ma.. Why you didn't think out of the box?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">* H starts showing some ideas from books and roughly sketched a column with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">LEAVES</span></span> on the top to hide the flood lights * </span></b><-- Taada! <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">'Thinking out of the box' </span></b></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Now stop asking why I quit my job. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had made several bad and unwise decisions. I called them bad, rotten experiences but these experience nurtured me with maturity and smacked me with that big fat wake up call right in the face!; I must not succumb to an easy way out. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">----------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>Malacca. Family. Home-cooked Food. What else could I ask for? The departure of several family members last month made me appreciate the companionship of loved ones. I admit that my mind is a spinning gasing! I hardly think about the positive consequences but the negatives. That's bad ain't it?</div><div><br /></div><div>Two weeks to the big Scrabble tourney, I have been studying night and day; learning new words and their anagrams. It is not easy I must say and each time a friend ask what do I study, I would answer 'words!' How do I study words? Don't know how but I think after playing Scrabble for 5 years, my brain had been programmed to absorb words in a way beyond explanation. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*back to words*</span></span></b></div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-13465651652521759642009-10-30T10:58:00.003+08:002009-10-30T11:01:24.457+08:00M E B A C KAfter 2 months of void, I'm b a c k!<div><br /></div><div>I'll find inspiration to write when I have time to do so.</div><div><br /></div><div>In short, I realised that I really love writing and would probably want to take up a course to further enhance this liking. I don't know, you tell me.. no?</div><div><br /></div><div>*back to work* </div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-72332573018586673662009-09-04T14:45:00.001+08:002009-09-04T14:50:01.252+08:00checked checked checked!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLp58sOBSzYfzpieexEVpMZTE6Xwwns_HaCT6NsnkqZ40LIq0kRP0AiE99XyHDNXXPO1r74msXDTMbQon90SlZO1gJweEh8uINWphvdK-VRLFrvatrIR-duh56z6S6lv5EZEksf-RXqsd/s1600-h/multitask.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLp58sOBSzYfzpieexEVpMZTE6Xwwns_HaCT6NsnkqZ40LIq0kRP0AiE99XyHDNXXPO1r74msXDTMbQon90SlZO1gJweEh8uINWphvdK-VRLFrvatrIR-duh56z6S6lv5EZEksf-RXqsd/s400/multitask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377500305036960578" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This shows how I multitasked on my laptop most of my free time.. </div><div><br /></div><div>MSN .... checked!</div><div>SKYPE .... checked!</div><div>Catchup TV .... checked!</div><div>Pokemon (I know right?!) .... checked</div><div>Facebook .... checked!</div><div>Scrabble .... checked!</div><div><br /></div><div>Call me lifeless but this is what I do.. I feel time is running too fast! TOO fast..</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">*bored*</span></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-75646326964461233262009-08-29T16:30:00.004+08:002009-08-29T17:03:00.360+08:00kudos to the blind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5420_132238558200_709308200_2426742_8044377_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5420_132238558200_709308200_2426742_8044377_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5420_132238553200_709308200_2426741_1271328_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs146.snc1/5420_132238553200_709308200_2426741_1271328_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">pictures are courtesy of Mr Andre Teh</span></div><div><br /></div><div>MINES MENSA Scrabble Challenge exhibited one of the most awesome sight of Scrabble. I must applaud their effort in bringing in the blind community into the Scrabble scene. Nevertheless, these visually-impaired people showed that their imperfection does not limit their ability to nurture their passion in Scrabble. Some of these participants flew all the way from Sabah and Sarawak just to play in this 3-game tournament because not many competitions actually pay emphasis on them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I finished my first game quite fast. I walked to the Blind Section and was in plain awe and mesmerization! I was clearly lost in words. The way they touch and feel the board, the tiles and form words without even looking; depending solely on their sense of touch and memory to place the tiles at the correct spot without missing any Power Spots and capitalising every spot they could. My heart sank when I see them play. I have to say that all this while, I never, NEVER expected that Scrabble could be played by a blind person. I was proved wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>This event made me think that all these while, we've taken things for granted without us realising what lucky bitches we are. Eventhough they are impaired visually or audibly or verbally, their determination to pursue a dream or be good at something surpasses all mockery and negativity thrown at them for the past years. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so gonna organize a tournament for the blind!</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Encouragement is just sweet! </span></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-3630633096471836942009-08-12T01:12:00.006+08:002009-08-12T01:36:42.922+08:00chuck who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/Y08OZAex9HDTXnwDaQBoO33LiUiOBvFhuI9XgVuBzCbFZOvspH9ez-gosjt1JvAuEOWESEnnYXt1S47vj*g4ulZYBr9tvCG*/2EFD188A0242EFD187B181FF.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/Y08OZAex9HDTXnwDaQBoO33LiUiOBvFhuI9XgVuBzCbFZOvspH9ez-gosjt1JvAuEOWESEnnYXt1S47vj*g4ulZYBr9tvCG*/2EFD188A0242EFD187B181FF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My friend, Seth said I reminded him of Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl! I was like who the hell or what the heck is <span style="font-style: italic;">chuck</span>? He asked me to google.com Chuck Bass and bam!; photos of this chap came out. I don't know. I don't see much similarities or should I rephrase; I don't see similarities anyhow between him and I. Seriously, is there any?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*yae.. Chuck Bass..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">yawn</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-18862651958260420302009-07-29T12:33:00.003+08:002009-07-29T13:21:50.947+08:00gone too soon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/filemgambar.php?id=115"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 672px;" src="http://www.sinemamalaysia.com.my/filemgambar.php?id=115" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/gubra/poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/gubra/poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://subwaycinemanews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mukhsin_ost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 500px;" src="http://subwaycinemanews.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mukhsin_ost.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pinkturtle2.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/muallaf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 500px;" src="http://pinkturtle2.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/muallaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br />Yasmin Ahmad is undeniably the ONE and only ONE Malaysian filmmaker who excites me everytime she comes out with a new movie. It's one of those must-do things on the list. I must say that her passing was a little too soon and will stir many emotions among youngsters especially those who started watching Sepet during their teenage years. The local stereotypes she portrayed in all her movies highlights all the little minute details we often overlook in our daily lives. Typical controversial issues of race, religion, taboos, superficials and lifestyles; Yasmin never ceases to instill humour in her work.<br /><br />I still remember the first time I saw Sepet, I fell in love. It was the last copy in the DVD shop that time and I hastily grabbed that very last one and proceed to the cashier. Then, Gubra came along entailed by one of my favourite, Mukhsin. Mukhsin showed a total different cast altogether and a whole different storyline compared to Sepet and Gubra. Mukhsin is one of the most sincere and pure movie about a first-love story of two young children. Yasmin also proved that one don't need popular and renowned actors or actresses to sellout a movie. It is the inlying message which makes the movie so special and memorable! <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Jason and Orked running in the rain towards the busstop with pink plastic bags covering their heads - you do remember that don't you? and how Orked irked when she saw a bunch of char-siew (bbq pork) in the kopitiam. And the guy with the handphone who stood still and stared at the phone each time it rang but not answering his calls until sounded? </span></span><br /><br />I must say that when Muallaf was introduced by Yasmin in the newspapers, I was thrilled; but it was disappointing and nettlesome that the Censorship Board of Malaysia banned the movie in our country, what shallow stupidity! It's always the issues of religion and race that these bastards couldn't stop getting rid of magnificient homegrown talents. What's wrong with the equality of religion? No offence but I still don't understand why these so called 'intellects' have to put their religion a note higher than other religions. I mean, we all share the benefits of religious acts. I hope Muallaf DVD is still selling in Singapore. I had been looking high and low for that movie!<br /><br />... *breathe* Now, the most recent show, Talentime was another case of interracialism and conservatism. I have had enjoyed all of Yasmin Ahmad's movies except for Rabun and Muallaf and I was actually waiting for a new one to hit the silverscreen but God must have loved her more. She left us with inspiration and her solid principles on Malaysian stereotypes and misbeliefs, she showed us what we often not see and neglect - love, family, ignorance, arrogance and so much more. We'll miss you dearly...<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"...it is the imperfections that made them perfect." Yasmin Ahmad (1958-2009)</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-1967668831612180472009-07-18T23:53:00.002+08:002009-07-18T23:55:46.902+08:00:(I is sads karena my pehberlet Mamaks closed downs alreadies!!! I is emos tonight..<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*I kenot terima the hakikats!!*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-37742486137044860452009-07-13T01:43:00.002+08:002009-07-13T02:16:37.583+08:00Weekend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFz4vXT3uTD66AzPH0_DGuw6vKLeAs9lOKQXiTJ88tvGcg_78g3TqXgSvJVBbq8Tc2NwM_txvPc4J8TxAliOgUIPe1fr59sNnAafBZKsmy6RnvZser80735L9Cm6Ucj4aama6q4tXeA9J/s1600-h/jhhTjjj%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFz4vXT3uTD66AzPH0_DGuw6vKLeAs9lOKQXiTJ88tvGcg_78g3TqXgSvJVBbq8Tc2NwM_txvPc4J8TxAliOgUIPe1fr59sNnAafBZKsmy6RnvZser80735L9Cm6Ucj4aama6q4tXeA9J/s200/jhhTjjj%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357631210044669106" border="0" /></a>It had been a loOoOooong weekend!<br /><br />Savouring my few last days before my official working date starts, I'm truly stretching every moment to the maximum extend it could get. Friday was potluck BBQ at Leonard's and my first time attending CG where I joined the rest watching a movie called 'End of Spears'; a based-on-true-story movie about an aboriginal tribe in Ecuador called the Waodanis and the real story behind changing the aboriginal community lifestyle with help from the white people. Slept early on Friday midnight but Saturday was mean!<br /><br />Joan came over to accompany me as both of us weren't doing anything. We went to church together and that was when we decided to tag along Joweng and Derek's plan to hit on the club that night! Had dinner with some church friends and headed back home to get all primp and 'improperly' for the night scene. Club was crazily loaded with a huge crowd. Squeezing through the throng was insane and I was really surprised with multitude of fanatics on the dancefloor. Drenched in buckets of perspiration, we left all wet and wore.<br /><br />Slept at 4.30 a.m. Arise at 8.15 a.m.<br /><br />It's Family Day! It was so early in the morning blest with the coldest morning dew ever, I didn't want to be awake but...!! Got to church, did all the oh-god-I'm-such-a-good-sales-person duties and got back at 4pm after a brief tea-time. Thinking that the night might be stale, me and Joan planned a movie together. And the 4 of us; again, watched Obsessed. I think it was a great show! Perfect acting by Ali Larter and the best script for Beyonce. Despite the flaws in the end, the movie was thrilling and got me up the seats! :P<br /><br />Had a good walk back home. A great weekend accomplished!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*yay!*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-31932782842103023862009-07-09T14:47:00.003+08:002009-07-09T15:16:56.138+08:00sharing's caring?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpogWalhTU409hvhGYB3Y24Nep-sMVM9s3RxRwbMUoUAQP4dboQy1aDoXhYRDUIlJKZ7fvm1-VxZcWCKCXrultvbWt40v9_5fHTj5V3a1L62HwOyifXYgdea2_ZaP518rZTufpIh9jtALn/s1600-h/DSC07915.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpogWalhTU409hvhGYB3Y24Nep-sMVM9s3RxRwbMUoUAQP4dboQy1aDoXhYRDUIlJKZ7fvm1-VxZcWCKCXrultvbWt40v9_5fHTj5V3a1L62HwOyifXYgdea2_ZaP518rZTufpIh9jtALn/s320/DSC07915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356348883538928370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">from my 'lapsap' kitchen...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stir-fried Black Pepper Beef and Broccoli w Spaghetti</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">stuff you need..</span></span><br />Spaghetti (desirable portion)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">any type of pasta (penne, linguine,fusili) would be great substitute</span></span>s<br /><br />Generous amount of beef cuts<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Marinade:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">3 tbsp abalone sauce</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1 tbsp coarse black pepper</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1 tbsp cooking oil</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1 tbsp yellow mustard</span><br /></span><br />1 cup broccoli (blanched)<br />1 cup oyster mushroom<br />1 plum-size onion (sliced)<br />butterhead leaves (sliced)<br /><br />1. Pour in 2 tbsp of cooking oil into hot wok. Brown sliced onions before adding in marinaded beef. Continue frying until beef cuts are half-cooked. Add in more black pepper if you prefer the dish to be zesty.<br />2. Add in oyster mushroom and 2 tbsp of water. Slowdown the fire and cook until mushrooms soften. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Oyster mushrooms will emit juice which will be the base of the sauce</span></span><br />3. Add in 1tbsp of abalone sauce if the sauce is not tasty enough. Fold in spaghetti, broccoli and sliced butterhead.<br />4. Stir ingredients for roughly 10-15 seconds and it is ready to be served.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*good luck!*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-14025198341434665402009-07-09T00:20:00.001+08:002009-07-09T00:39:23.951+08:00I love J s<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2-CaRJRafaLfw9S-MRtm7s6Z63G77CNC2wLFtWI2DTU5Aea5pwZ0rgDcP71NgSXOtqfN4jGul1IjLa75l5QNv9QkRq1NVTnQ3uOzQCP_CXxtjXTPS6vvazUP7Roe7yFwTTGoRuX6KPHS/s1600-h/finger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH2-CaRJRafaLfw9S-MRtm7s6Z63G77CNC2wLFtWI2DTU5Aea5pwZ0rgDcP71NgSXOtqfN4jGul1IjLa75l5QNv9QkRq1NVTnQ3uOzQCP_CXxtjXTPS6vvazUP7Roe7yFwTTGoRuX6KPHS/s200/finger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356127574742933858" border="0" /></a>It is really nice to have friends around. You know, leisure drinks, hanging out, chit chatting.. but something is bother me. My inability to converse very well with people I enjoy being with. It is not that I did not try hard enough. I just don't know why I will be struggling to find a topic or subject matter to discuss about. I tried... to impress... I guess I failed?<br /><br />Anyways, it is the 8th day of the month. Was supposed to start work but working days are voided due to an inevitable circumstance. I'm basically bored to death now! The cyber-pages are getting limited. My regular visits to facebook.com and yahoo.com are of menacing amount of 'refresh' clicks in hope for the latest updates or a new email. That's basically how screwed my life is right now!<br /><br />A random thought; the people I love most now have initials starting with J s! :P<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Unscrew screwd!*</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/024/e/e/Cuddle_by_LimpidD.jpg"><br /></a>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-57346163834325064462009-07-05T19:22:00.002+08:002009-07-05T19:38:31.251+08:00cheers!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rage.com.my/cheer/images/top_logo01.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 150px;" src="http://rage.com.my/cheer/images/top_logo01.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>There you go, my weekend spent watching some school kids flipping, performing stunts and bending their limbs as if there ligaments are made of rubber. I got up early today feeling exuberant. There and then, I decided to go to Cheer 2009 in Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil. Yes, this is my first cheer event, how inapt! Adrian was already there early supporting his sister's team, the Blitzers who triumphantly emerged as champion this year with a 39 points difference from the 1st runner-up team, Shirtlift who was defending champion. Man, they were good! As soon as I spotted Ashley (Adrian's sister), my eyes are all on her. Flexible and talented young lady, good dancer just like her brother. How envious I was! I couldn't even reach my toes standing up!<br /><br />I was there to see Jun's performance too! He will be representing Malaysia for an international championship in Australia next week. It's part of his team's preparation to perform as a boost of confidence but one can never run away from mishaps! It was great pity when one of their flyers injured herself badly while doing a stunt. I've heard of her, seen her even especially in TV ads and commercials. Remember the girl in the Yakult ad? The girl who was at the forefront, taking off the helmet and drank Yakult towards the end? And the girl from the Silky Girl advertisement? Anyway, she did a stunt, landed on her head and as she was trying to support herself up with her arms, one of the arm twisted and she shreiked in pain. She was carried to the side, out of the performance ring while being attended by several officials. Jun then told me that she dislocated her arm and could not perform for the Australia stint! The team needs to look for substitute in a week and yada yada... I hope everything will be alright~<br /><br />Now, that's real bad luck.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*hungers*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-12010271111810865032009-07-04T15:08:00.003+08:002009-07-04T15:33:19.981+08:00me books?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5123QQ33A4L._SS500_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5123QQ33A4L._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>It was a little dubious for me to be a fan of books since I publicly declared my contempt for books because they put me to sleep easily; you know, it's like when you open the book and there, pixie dusts puff onto your face and poof! the next thing I know, I'm already slumbering. It's sad but I am trying real hard. I managed to finish Mark Leyner & Billy Goldberg's '<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why Do Men Have Nipples?</span></span>' last year. It was not so bad a book actually. Currently still stuck with their second book, '<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why Do Men Fall Asleep After Sex?</span></span>' Okay, what is the book all about? It explains to you biological stuff in the mythical, logical, beliefs and taboos contexts. Questions such as, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">'Why do women pee more than men?'</span> ,<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">'Why do I sneeze when I pluck my eyebrows?'</span></span> , and laughable issues like <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">'Can you breastfeed with fake boobs?'</span>. However, I think it might appear a lil' too scientific for chic-flic lovers.<br /><br />Anyways, I had lunch with a friend outside Atria and dropped by at the Levis' and Dockers' warehouse sales in Atria. Albeit good offers were given, nothing there were to die for. We proceeded to a floor lower to the book fair! I was a bit sceptical about books. But! yes BUT! I spent more than an hour there <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >(surprisingly)</span> looking for books that attracts me. Besides, they were very very cheap! To be honest, I was searching for Scrabble dictionaries at first but there were none. Then I continue searching, this time for design books but most of them were too historical; Rembrant, van Gogh, Vermeer, Bernini and the rest of the gang. Art history and me parted since the end of Critical Studies 1 during Year 1. So, the next best thing is to look for nice frontcovers or book titles. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >(I know I'm such a holy terror!)</span> ....s...e...a...r...c....h.... Tadaa! I ended up with Richard Montanari's <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">the Skin Gods</span></span>. I think I'll start to pick up reading all over again. Friends of mine are all surprised because I'm a Scrabble player but I don't like reading. Ironical?<br /><br />We spent 52.oorm for 6 books. Now that's a good bargain isn't it?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">*back to work*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-76360066751699212582009-07-03T02:51:00.002+08:002009-07-03T02:56:21.440+08:00Chick'n with the Chicks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/fried_chicken430x300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/fried_chicken430x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The sudden craving started due to a light dinner I had quite early tonight. It's sinful I know, but I had 2 pieces of KFC Fried Chicken and it's Fiery Crunch! Sophie had 2 pieces too while ShuYin had 1. It's so sedap I swear! :P<br /><br />I'm contented and tired and very sleepy. Jo's back! Joan's going HK today~ Jun's busy. Sigh... Jamie's in Thailand! but Jo's back! yay!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">*I'm too sleepy I think!*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-72475404897339311832009-07-01T02:28:00.002+08:002009-07-01T02:39:32.460+08:00after so long....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHDA8jgSSRkGoyOQCfFw5-ZWtVHBtIUa1tloOerv_eiiaw3bPYz4ccG5VH989VzOLwbDh7iCzgL_GhMz_1PiPC6ugOly_w_QCWXQWa5-bfeIh5rpROnSdZ52x7v4DMCFy-56z2MLJ8Vr8/s1600-h/ladyinpearls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHDA8jgSSRkGoyOQCfFw5-ZWtVHBtIUa1tloOerv_eiiaw3bPYz4ccG5VH989VzOLwbDh7iCzgL_GhMz_1PiPC6ugOly_w_QCWXQWa5-bfeIh5rpROnSdZ52x7v4DMCFy-56z2MLJ8Vr8/s200/ladyinpearls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353189415485436434" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*this picture landed me the job! must give credit*</span></span><br /><br />It's been a while since I've written something about yours truly albeit trying to let this blog die off due to the hot soup stir few months back.<br /><br />A friend told me that if you pour hot Chinese tea into those cute little cups you find in kopitiam/dimsum shops, and you see that the tea leaves floats in the tea, it brings good luck to the drinker. I wonder if it's true. However, I would say I have been enjoying every part of my daily routinal life since moving out from Desa Pesona. Several people I would miss but memories, bitter or sweet will remain perpetually.<br /><br />And I had decided to continue writing again. I'll start work soon, very soon! I wonder if I would have the time to sit and write but I don't mind weekly updates. Guessed Facebook took over the need to blog as all the updates of all your friends are available daily, better still, hourly! Still figuring the speciality of Twitter but Facebook still stands #1 in my list!<br /><br />I've been enjoying all my time with friends - gatherings, sharing sessions, sports, food hunting and indulging, clubs, Scrabble rendezvous, etc. Guessed now it's time to move on to a new phase in life. Wish me all the best? YES?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*crossed fingers*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-33716279102405812102009-04-18T17:57:00.002+08:002009-04-18T18:01:52.034+08:00I wonder...I was just wondering why I don't get <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">PASSERSBY</span></span> last time but recently? The suddenness of immense people coming into my blog is crazy! Should I seek help from nuffnang.com? I should blog more often.. a lot of random readers lecturing me about law! wow..<br /><br />It's nature for TRUE friends to stand up for TRUE friends. Some bitches still don't know the real meaning of the term bitch! If these so-called-bitches keep on reacting like this, they'll be bitches for good! So what if my bestie is the Queen of all Bitches? I still love her!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Go on... KMA!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : The pot IS calling the kettle black! </span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-56569535872730691042009-04-18T01:47:00.002+08:002009-04-18T01:52:52.259+08:00eerie storie..I finally went to Cell Group after so long!! Hm.. This time it was social night with the rest at Cornelia's place. I prepared my signature egg and peanut butter sandwich spread and bought two types of cold meat, romaine and a loaf of whole meal with mustard sauce! haha.. It was a sumptuous Easter party cum dinner thingy. LOL...<br /><br />After meals, we had some Taboo games and had lotsa fun.. But the climax of CG today was sharing ghost stories and experiences among the rest. Cornelia's story was the most moving one, sharing how she went through so much in Australia when she was all alone with no one to help her dealing with those spirits. To think about it, mine is just a minor thing. I hope I don't bump into one anytime soon. Regardless, had a good laugh sharing the most embarassing moments and the most stupid moments, etc..<br /><br />Contemplating to whether sleepover at Mel's place or not.. So tempting.. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">p/s : Fried Assam Laksa for lunch tomorrow, no?</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-51825394435663263832009-04-17T12:31:00.002+08:002009-04-17T12:39:44.857+08:00Oh Happy Day...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIeDVAf4-hTbhnPx3xv7oxVO402hVpuIVXvSKsLCGZ5ZDNcc3lHe4FY_0eu_-vAvDUL3lAvqYgk5Wm48uf10T4ODoxsUduQ2DQ1cFUVLpNuo5XqOlN__qDD-YwvBEYaetKpaauITIQJ0k/s1600-h/rts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIeDVAf4-hTbhnPx3xv7oxVO402hVpuIVXvSKsLCGZ5ZDNcc3lHe4FY_0eu_-vAvDUL3lAvqYgk5Wm48uf10T4ODoxsUduQ2DQ1cFUVLpNuo5XqOlN__qDD-YwvBEYaetKpaauITIQJ0k/s200/rts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513389159568274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pB5eeDbriLxQ1IcYeuU1Tq0ivyDL1yLCdLQBkKJYluXThF1k130wsT_cBmD2BZAPm_9snTuxdDdONXeIeeqReVUR-lHc7EI78HwYqvy-qMswHNtHajcnuL1pzg1dYzHMO90fmNs9dw4I/s1600-h/rtss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pB5eeDbriLxQ1IcYeuU1Tq0ivyDL1yLCdLQBkKJYluXThF1k130wsT_cBmD2BZAPm_9snTuxdDdONXeIeeqReVUR-lHc7EI78HwYqvy-qMswHNtHajcnuL1pzg1dYzHMO90fmNs9dw4I/s200/rtss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513389412776978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvzwHx6XCPJkMNGZpvWdD7j_-anxFhIvmT_8u5MVKrjmfeQkxPCpdPP3IKqcxasYrDb4v0zSULmElqUPu-ndP7u_bVE9GsCxMFugp23_A5Wik9Dqd4mOm9_GdJBvBwaG28ycBu63zLpdD/s1600-h/rtsss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvzwHx6XCPJkMNGZpvWdD7j_-anxFhIvmT_8u5MVKrjmfeQkxPCpdPP3IKqcxasYrDb4v0zSULmElqUPu-ndP7u_bVE9GsCxMFugp23_A5Wik9Dqd4mOm9_GdJBvBwaG28ycBu63zLpdD/s200/rtsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513392063248338" border="0" /></a>Sister Act brought us closer to the true essence of Gospel and Soul. It made me smile listening to Oh Happy Day. So I went Google.com and searched for some smiley faces and I found cute ones like these! The 3rd one was tagged "the fucking smiling face!" LOLz.. wonder what it means! It just reminds me of the Easter Eggs they painted. Esp Adelyn's <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZxPDyLtBnBS6kaGbz3UtjAhaVIDW8f7Wxf2tRfp3FYomH0LMEH-9Gk7RsGhlKfJUbhhpz1zSuOaoJ_E4RZT8j6ycIerSW0LK6mAUl-T-I-DDlv9D7S3RJ8colUjSHHNY9HDpD5P0yrBF/s400/IMG_0633.jpg">constipated egg</a>. LOL..<br /><br />Last night's turmoil was a true stand up action and I'm glad I'm part of it. It's great humor don't you think so? I laughed throughout the whole debating session. Puny constructed, flimsy snakey, gay together! WTF! hmm.. I can tell you they're hella bunch of crafty people. :) Nevertheless.. it's part and parcel of life when arguments happened and people misunderstand your action as something otherwise. Point is, you chose the wrong person to mess up with. I'm no meek person, that I know!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : outing.. yay! adios amigos! Oh Happy Day....</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-80681473313067508422009-04-16T17:37:00.002+08:002009-04-16T17:54:39.201+08:00I see......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqjLxHDLpPXU81j6fRsm4eY0W2U2uba0BUmZxuv2bTkQ_4YcuV5f1btoBqET2eZkUhe110MCdu_aEYqvSDrOGY_QZb7XZXO1R5PnmxluBgZ3kxiKXN7vVu8YI8WT49RII6UKyVkKJadQt/s1600-h/DSC07647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqjLxHDLpPXU81j6fRsm4eY0W2U2uba0BUmZxuv2bTkQ_4YcuV5f1btoBqET2eZkUhe110MCdu_aEYqvSDrOGY_QZb7XZXO1R5PnmxluBgZ3kxiKXN7vVu8YI8WT49RII6UKyVkKJadQt/s320/DSC07647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325221682448335522" border="0" /></a>I am the blacksheep now. Since the scapegoat was warned not to be the noble messenger, I've not been told things I don't know. And the peculiar awkwardness at home has unfold itself. In my point of view, it's good to let others know what the real issues are. There's no point hiding it from the other parties as what I am saying is the truth. Call me irresponsible, call me rude, call me naive, call me intolerable. Spilled beans, who bothers picking them up? If you have things to clarify with me, come forward and look into my eyes and blurt out your disputes. Don't show me faces and pretend nothing happened.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Wow, it seems like my blog is the only way for me to communicate to some people I see everyday. Hm.. how humourous can that be? Probably, I'm just being cynical~</span><br /></span><br />I try to let go of some issues I kept for quite some time. And when I do, it's really when I cannot stand anymore and it's normally eruptive and explosively a big bad bang! Now, the question is; should I apologise? <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*shaking my head*</span></span><br /><br />The feeling of being left out in every thing is something nightmarish you can never imagine. Bickering and whispering without you being able to participate worries me sometimes. I think I need to be adapted to these sort of situations as I'll be living alone soon. Wondering if it's a good or bad thing. <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*I wonder*</span></span><br /><br />These days I could see shadows in the house. I don't know if my spirit and faith is at the lowest level or it's just my imagination. But I know it's starting to be more frequent. I don't like it. I pray everything would be okay again. I'm having insomnia again this time. And I'm still procrastinating my work. I hate myself for this! Urgh!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : Where are my friends when I need them the most? Did I waste my 20 years of life making friends who only find you when they need you? </span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-16609725755409500462009-04-15T14:53:00.001+08:002009-04-15T15:01:25.617+08:00Peculiar...It's so WEIRD!<br /><br />Weird Indeed!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : Egg Hunt was good! :)</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-11985794498498474362009-04-14T12:26:00.002+08:002009-04-14T12:35:27.428+08:00what coincidence....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMa3EqlmLDojGSKSqWtlBENIRofD50PEvS595QU1uA4ESUCaRwZh-k7vv8TlxVc4aoWF6DEc8heEclTXvxJDOQ8l0cc9aongmdIMygXNmB5x2RVmiYhjJ4ab6uZ-pG-16e0pl9iu7PNSC/s1600-h/coincidenceeee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMa3EqlmLDojGSKSqWtlBENIRofD50PEvS595QU1uA4ESUCaRwZh-k7vv8TlxVc4aoWF6DEc8heEclTXvxJDOQ8l0cc9aongmdIMygXNmB5x2RVmiYhjJ4ab6uZ-pG-16e0pl9iu7PNSC/s320/coincidenceeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324398778603671362" border="0" /></a>I had a good sleep last night. Went to my cousin's newly renovated apartment. Had a nice chat, nice new mattress! It dissolves all conniption I was dealing with earlier. My working drawing isn't that bad after all. I'm satisfied! That should now stop me from working even more. But probably one day rest? or two, no?<br /><br />I was browsing through some facebook application when I bumped into this! what coincidence.. the selection of friends by the facebook website application was as if it was pre-planned. All are I-won't-trade-them-for-all-treasure-of-the-earth friends! :) Glad I noticed it, it shows I have extra time to look into details~ LOL<br /><br />Now when I'm feeling much better, my tummy aches! hmm.. Stooppid! Just when I thought my throat is fine enough to wack Spicy food, this tummy buat hal pulak!<br /><br />The house atmosphere's not right. I think someone in the house might have read my blog. Cani's has been asking my blog address out of a sudden. I sensed something fishy. Argh! who bothers? Do I look like I care? , no?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : meeting Joan and Sharon, the two cha bohs for lunch at PicaD! chao!</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-80613855577775604072009-04-12T12:38:00.002+08:002009-04-12T13:09:59.784+08:00stop being a bitch!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEfR6UMnVzrDiEDoHRcIzutC6Kn0mYleKGC7f-vHyQyxKL1DR6ZC8UyFhuc8HGU8Zx0cXz59rYJm-AEoGWSlH8VQKuNf85Jna94C_gD8czww_2B8cdtEYFk7q_0HIUXhbD94F-2sFAkN8/s1600-h/fhuhuhe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEfR6UMnVzrDiEDoHRcIzutC6Kn0mYleKGC7f-vHyQyxKL1DR6ZC8UyFhuc8HGU8Zx0cXz59rYJm-AEoGWSlH8VQKuNf85Jna94C_gD8czww_2B8cdtEYFk7q_0HIUXhbD94F-2sFAkN8/s320/fhuhuhe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323660817217999538" border="0" /></a>This week had been pretty rough for me. I need anger management classes for goodness sake. It seems like the world is so against me that everything that I do and decided on turned their backs on me! I apologize if I lashed out at you at times when I'm really at the verge of explosion because I really didn't mean to. My emotions got me going the wrong way. I shall explain....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">#1 Persons<br />I hate how people can be so annoying and not understanding in terms of privacy, sharing and togetherness. In a household, things that are meant for sharing should be used and utilised equally. Who cares if you bloody need to use it? Wait for your turn! Don't show me bitch faces and all those fucking facial expressions just because you need to use it urgently! I bloody waited almost everyday and when I got to use it at last, I got the blame for interrupting your perfect plans~ Do I look like I care? You just justify my decision to move out of this place!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I hate being in large groups of massive numbers. Food are meant to be enjoyed and eaten with joy and contention. When the group seems to be like a <span style="font-style: italic;">pasar malam</span>; yes, you're so getting on my nerves! What's the point joining tables after tables when we still communicate, talk, eat and settle the bills differently? And for goodness sake, grow up and know what you're ordering and be alert! Don't let the poor waiter stand there like a fool repeating your bloody order again and again and you not responding to the waiters' call. I just sometimes don't get it. I might be the youngest there but I really hate noises and immense density of crowds. It really turns me off and agitates my boiling point!</span><br /><br />I<span style="font-size:85%;"> have a room but I don't have a room. I don't know. These days seemed to me as if I am renting the living room and the toilet. I get annoyed when I have to change in the toilet when I need to go out. My jeans get wet!!! I am annoyed when I couldn't undress myself in my own rented room because there's a girl there. Well, sometimes I just don't care. I hate it when I need to scavenge for clothes like a blind man in the dark because the other party is sleeping. And mind you, my room is very very dark at all times! Somehow, I just justified my point getting a new place! I hope I can just pack and leave now! Sick and tired of this household! It's killing me!</span><br /><br />I got up today morning with a huge bang of sounds. Thinking it was already noon, I got up to realise it's just 11am. I went to brush my teeth and check on the washing machine to find out there's someone else using it. Been a week since I wanted to wash my clothes and it's always being used and my clothes are piling up like a mountain! Last night after mass and dinner, I came back with the washing machine in used till 2.30am! and all the water left to drink was at at least 80C!! Some bitch just being so inconsiderate, filling all her 2L bottles full and leave it on the kitchen tabletop beside the boiling kettle. Such a bitch, she leave only hot hot water in the jars. Being thirsty, I can't help it but to drink hot water. How great~ *I j-u-s-t-b-u-r-n-e-d-m-y-s-e-l-f! <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">bitch!</span></span>*<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">#2 CAD<br />I am really sick and tired of my work. As far as I know I can complete them, they are being so annoying; hindering me from doing things I wanted to do. I just can't wait to get over all these nonsense. I can sigh all I want but things have to be completed on time! And all is left is a little more perseverence, a little more hardwork and that little bit of push in the ass to stay focused!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">#3 Facial Hair!<br />It's growing rapid rapid rapid-LY again!!! arghh!! I need to shave everyday again! Aku benci! Why must the threading shop closed down!? stooopid!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"># Myself<br />When I get angry, it shows very obviously and people know! And I tend to hurt people. Esp with my big fat mouth! That is why lesson learnt, and I tend to be quiet when I am pissed off! When I do so, people kept asking me what's wrong and it annoys me even more! Can't you bloody see my bloody face how fucking pissed I am with you!? Now don't get me started!</span><br /><br />I know this post is pretty much throwing tantrum, but at least I am throwing it on my keyboard and not you! I am taught to be much more reserved in terms of my temper. Been there done that, I'd flipped over tables, throw chairs, bang the door, break things, slap some bitches faces, punch someone in the face~ God knows what I might do next. So fuck off!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*I'm only refering this post to certain people who have twitched my anger button on. Be gone! You're all in my I-hate-you-even-more-now list! God bless have a nice day!*</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2401131479697188010.post-21879579938006227152009-04-05T10:12:00.002+08:002009-04-05T10:22:19.813+08:00i h-e-a-r-t the new look!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkmG5GJc4SBuvwPrfLh5t0IBtXE9Dkmv4muo2I9-jHEabZvuxZsErqFmolX6_ozWQ5nJr-hm4tV4mVIBAJoAZ05yncMshsJNBOClqGKBLy8kQnWj_P2fU6X-SjpaDwZdsPHIq-38w62t3/s1600-h/DSC07838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkmG5GJc4SBuvwPrfLh5t0IBtXE9Dkmv4muo2I9-jHEabZvuxZsErqFmolX6_ozWQ5nJr-hm4tV4mVIBAJoAZ05yncMshsJNBOClqGKBLy8kQnWj_P2fU6X-SjpaDwZdsPHIq-38w62t3/s320/DSC07838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321025138109354722" border="0" /></a>After several weeks of construction works, and us being in the "Crypt" (basement) for mass, we finally moved back into the church. It looks magnificent! <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I love it!!!</span></span><br /><br />I'm still procrastinating my work very much that it's not even 5% complete. I'm so dead! I am bored and sick of this project! It feels like aeons!!!!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">p/s : Can I go out please....</span></span>GabrIelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04616231201384417552noreply@blogger.com0