About love stemming from hate of the harsh reality


'Love at first sight..'

'You're that special someone in my life'

'I know that you are the one the moment you step into my life'

'You were meant for me'

'We were meant to be'

'You complete me'


These are the words of romantic expression we often hear in stories about love; andthey can be easily understood once said.


'The Painted Veil' created an expression of love more powerful and genuine...


"... forgive me."


Just two words, yet you can feel more...


He loved her; she does not. He let her know how he felt, so did she. And they marry.

He went all out to please her and win her affection; she did her best to make herself happy, even if it meant hurting the person who most cared for her.

Her selfishness, coupled with naiveness, made him loathe the existence of his love for her....and he brought her into his world of grieve and helplessness.

Time helped her understood him, everything about him, and also made him fell in love with her once again...

Their love matured and strengthen with scars from the past..

Then, time created an unbreakable vow of love between them with the two words....
"The Painted Veil" is not another love story which you can imagine. It explains the meaning of true love in a non-fiction context and gives us hope that such strong bond between a man and woman does truly exist in the world consumed by spirits from the Pandora's Box.


Random tricks from the mind

Hard to pretend ignoring something...
you knew,
you've seen,
that's there.

It's easier to camouflage...
the surge of emotions running through your veins,
the sudden heating up of your cheeks,
than the tendency to look at you when you are near.

I am never myself before you.

Does this means something that everyone knows,
everyone speaks of,
everyone feels?

Or it's just simply admiring something I can never have?
That I never did have,
yet I wish I had.

Meant to be?
Is there such a thing?
Or is it just a belief?
Should I believe?
Or should I just follow and believe?

I want to believe.
But I can't.
I don't know how to.
Where to start?
I can see the end before it actually begins...
So where to begin?

Soon the world becomes a belief...
even our beliefs will become myths...
Long lasting is a myth...
So...
I can't see its future...
I don't think there is a future...

So why bother believing in it?

Morning Dew

Hard to deny...
There were times I really wanted to be a stranger to the world around me...
Just like a passer by of a shop,
No one cares if I dig my nose, or sing to myself...
Such loneliness is captivating to a mind yearning for peace and tranquility...

The mind then drifts off into its own thoughts,
Leaving the present to fast forward on it own, rapidly fading into memories...
When the first light of dawn strikes,
The mind then pushes its thoughts into the background,
I can suddenly feel the cold air blowing carelessly on my face...
It's time to catch the train again....

Spending time with my own thoughts,
sorting them out to put my life in order again,
Is better than having an apple a day...
If we ignore the cries of our delicate mind,
losing ourselves to the minds of others'...
we strive for their sake....
Soon,
we start forgetting our own breathing pace...

I love the feeling of emptiness before the break of a new day...
With no one I knew, standing beside me, reminding me,
I let nature's serenity seeped into my skin...
And...
I am ready for a brand new sunrise...

Too much to do...too little time to finish....

It seems that no matter where I am, no matter what I am, and no matter what I do, there is always much to be done within a short span of time. Then we rush through time, and forward our lives to the finishing line, without actually appreciating where we lost time to.




Happy Chinese New Year!

This festive season started well since I slept through most of my journey back to Malaysia. Waiting to arrive at the destination in a moving bus, with absolutely nothing to do except listening to your MP3, is excrutiatingly boring. I sometimes dream of owning a teleportation system that allows me to travel back home with a flick of a button. One minute I'm in Singapore, the next minute I'll be in Malaysia. So cool!

Anyway, the trip this time was quick because I fell asleep a couple of miles after Yong Peng (after the movie finished), and then woke up to my dad calling on my mobile to realise that I've already passed KL - a few more stops before Ipoh! (HURRAY!)

My brother and sister picked me up, together with a surprising guest - my cousin whom I've never seen since 2006 Chinese New Year.

He didn't look like his age; he didn't really change much since I last saw him. We chatted and update each other of our lives before he left us for his home.

When my siblings and I reached home, our parents have already done the cooking and it was time to eat! Tuan yuan fan is what we chinese call; and it is literally translated to "reunion dinner".

My dad spent most of the time on the chicken (rooster actually), which has a funny autobiography before it ended on our dinner plate. My dad bought it alive and well from a market in Gopeng, the day before CNY eve. It had crowed non- stop in the morning of the Eve, as if knowing it's death time is nearing, and interrupted my siblings sleep, whose rooms are located near to the rooster's cozy cage.

Well, after that my mother slaughtered it, and handed it over to my father who went on to cook it. My dad is really disciplined when it comes to cooking, and strictly abides to the cooking book; he turned and turned the huge chicken in the pot of boiling salt water every 8 minutes - without fail.

At the end, my brother point at the cooked rooster, and jokingly cried, "HA! Not so great after all, am I right? Making so much noise this morning!"

The dinner was really sumptous and delicious. And after doing the dishes, we all sat before the TV watching Chinese movies and later on "PRIME" starring Uma Thurman and a cute guy. My brother and I stayed up till 3 to finish the show, before we knock the beds. My sister stayed till 4 watching her own shows from her laptop - as usual.

The first day of CNY started with my mum knocking on my door, and presented me with her ang pow. I wished her Happy Chinese New Year before I return to beneath the thick covers.

I must say I really missed home. Especially the luxury of my bed, the air conditioning, and the superbly thick covers. The warmth of my family was greatly missed, and I am glad to be home, even for a short period of time.

That morning, after washing up and changing into new clothes, we headed to meet with my aunts and uncles, and cousins, from my dad's side, for a vegetarian breakfast. The place was already packed with people when we arrived, but that did not stop us from getting our food. After waited for an hour or so, we finally got ourselves a seat (as usual my family arrived early just to reserve seats for our relatives), and proceed to giving orders.

After food, my parents and other aunts and uncles left for shopping at a nearby shopping mall; while me and my siblings took off to our cousins' house.

We did long chats with our cousins, which was unusual because never have I talk so much to my cousins before. We didn't really have much in common except food. But this year, the chats were friendly and jovial, and I really laughed a lot.

Of course, we gambled a bit. It is a must to gamble and squander all your any pow money. This is a time to flaunt the wee bit of wealth that you inherited from parents and married relatives in red packets. My cousins were enthusiastic as ever; there were cries of joy when money was won from the "banker", and light- hearted angry words when luck gone worse.

A cousin of mine, whom I have never seen for almost 2 years, suddenly returned home for t fthis CNY, thus there was also a more reunion feel for this year's festive season.

This CNY also gave me an opportunity for my housemates to visit my home, and for me to treat them to a sumptous meal of Gai Xi Hor Fun - one of Ipoh's famous food. I was quite disappointed about the treat and their visit, mostly because of my part. I made them wait, albeit the fault was not intentionally made, and after sometime I delayed their lunch time, thus they were very hungry by the time we reach the makan place.

However, they were very understanding, and accepted my apologies, to which I was grateful for. I was also rushing for time because my family has to drive down to KL city to have dinner with relatives from my mum's side. The loss of time to spend with my friends was adding pressure onto me, thus the visit was not as I've planned.

Next year will be much better, I hope.

A week of love

The first time I heard the song was during my holidays spent back in Malaysia. My brother was in the driver's seat next to me, and we were chatting about the issues in our own lives - until the song was aired on the radio.
I suddenly pointed out to him that I like the tune of the song. And forgotten about it a second after that.

The second time I heard it was during my shopping hours spent with one of best friends. I went up to the person standing behind the cashier counter and asked him to give me the name of the song and the singer. He left his position to find the answer from his colleague. When he returned, I was ecstatic. I guess after you listen to the song you will know why I felt the way I did at that time.

The song is by James Morrison, and the title is "You give me something".
If you listen to the words carefully, it unfolds a story about an affair between a couple where the girl subtly confesses her love for the guy through her actions. She patiently waits for long hours just to spend a few moments of precious solitude with him; she holds him only at times when she thinks he's not aware.

The song goes on to tell that the guy actually guessed the underlined meaning behind her every move.

You give me something
That makes me scared alright

He confesses to have "meant to tread the water", but now he has "gotten in too deep". This sounds good for the girl. However, albeit admitting that "for every piece of me that wants you", he stops himself from showing it because "another piece just backs away". Soon, his lack of returned affection to the girl starts filling his consciousness ("I can say I've never bought you flowers"), but it is only because he "can't work out what they mean". He further explains his sorrow ("I never thought that I'd love someone - that was someone else's dream"), which binds him at a distance from true love. I see such a dilemma as another form of confession - its existence is only stigmatised once true love is felt.

(You give me something
That makes me scared alright)
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Cos someday I might call you from my heart
But it might a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Gonna go out anyway

The music beautifully unfolds the love story between the couple. The flexibility and simplicity of its melody allows every note to be expressed in raw emotions. The trumpet, being the most obvious sound aside from the singer's voice, is inherent with the singer in narrating the story, as well as depicting the various emotions felt at each stage. Thus, with the other instruments in a perfect blend, the romance behind true love confessions is not hard to feel.

At the last note, I sincerely hope that they tie the knot with true love as a witness to their bondage.

Today, I watched a romantic comedy called "27 Dresses". This movie was about a young lady who had been to 27 weddings, and is "always a bridesmaid, never the bride". She kept all the bridesmaid dresses, reminisces upon the event she had been to, and romanticises each of them. She particularly loves the articles under the "wedding" section of the newspaper, who incidentally was written by a cynical, wedding-hater journalist. This guy was attracted to her from the beginning because of her selfless attitude, and eventually persuaded her into doing some reflection about her bridesmaid life. He did this by adding some reality into her fantasies.

In the end, love perserveres through it all when the leading lady finally found the one. The show was based on a intrestingly cute idea, and built wonderfully from it. The scenes were refreshing, and conversations were witty and fun. It was enoyable throughout, but it was the last scene that touched the audience.

Weddings are all the same; if you have been to many, the procedures start to become routinised, and so are the roles played by all those who attended. But this show reminds you the meaning of weddings - they celebrate the finding of true love, which is, as cliche as it sounds, is really hard to find. No matter how routinised the programmes will always be, in the end, it is the love and affection gleaming from the blissful couple at each other that grabs the softest part inside of you. Then, you laugh and cry at the same time, sending off your best wishes to fortunate them.

This definitely is a week of love. Albeit through songs and movies. I hope that those who already listened to the song, and watched the movie, feel the love too. It's always nice to appreciate those around you, and understand the love they've given.

Hello 2008!

For the first time in 24 years did I spend the New Year countdown without my family beside me.
The previous New Year countdowns were normally spent lazing around with my parents, and bitching about with my siblings. My mum will then, as always, turn to us with the biggest query she has in stall for us each year - what is my New Year resolution?
It is a very good tradition to keep up with, and I really thank you my mum for the effort in making us keep track with our lives using this little self-reflection.
Now, in the coming of 2008, even without my mum standing beside me, I actually hear her inside my mind. And she is asking me the question again.
What is your New Year resolution, girl?
Well, to start off, my first resolution is to keep my blog updated - as frequently as possible. I do have a blog, but never really gotten to keeping it updated with my own life.
2007 marked a very strange, yet one of the exciting years in my life - I visited Taipei; which was my very first vacation abroad, and my 'first' being the first time I went away with my friends and not my family. I love to travel with my family; not so much with friends. So this vacation leaves a very significant mark in my life.
I also went on my first business trip. It's not as formal as I've witnessed in TV shows, because I do not meet clients in suit and tie, the venue was not a meeting room, and we weren't discussing about huge proposals, nor shook hands in agreement. Nothing of the sort, at all. I just went on a trip back to my hometown because my company was holding an event in KL, and I was chosen to be part of the team to facilitate the success of the project. Nonetheless, the fact that I was on a business trip kinda made me feel as if I've really grown up. And it made the first mark in my working life.
Another significant mark I made in my working life was my resignation from the company. The decision was pondered over for sometime - about 6 months - and when I finally got around to doing it, I understood the meaning of the phrase "taken the whole load off your shoulders". I literally felt it. I am very surprised at the large amount of stress that has been comsuming me since the beginning of 2007.
Lastly, in the midst of 2007, I made an amazing discovery about myself, and thus decided upon the turn to make into the path leading my future. I've decided to go into the education industry and become a teacher.
It was quite a tough decision to make because the first time I come across the idea, I was about to graduate from university, and teaching seems more like a second option. I was eager to start my working life and enjoy its benefits. My ideas of that wonderfully perfect world came to a full stop when I first tasted the harsh realities of the world outside school compound.
Soon, I start to question my own abilities and the purpose of my life. When I meet my friends who have already started walking down the path towards the future they've chose, I began to wonder if I am going to be where I am now for the rest of my life. Suddenly, I felt lost. I felt that my life is losing its grasp on meaning. I am completely clueless about my future, and am depressed about losing it to the monotonous routine I am drowned in.
Things began to take its shape again when I sort answers for new questions; realistic and purposely questions.
What am I here for? I always believe that everyone of us is here for a reason. We are all here for a purpose.
What can I do to make my life more meaningful?
How can I make my life more interesting? Most importantly, what can I do to keep it interesting in the years to come?
The answered dawned upon me one morning as I was travelling to work in the MRT. I like to be a guidance to others. I realised that people respond to my guidance well, because I can communicate effectively with them.
I am a very sensitive person, and I tend to get emotional very easily. I weep at the slightest care and concern shown to me. I am able to fill myself into others' shoes, and think and feel as they do, thus I can communicate effectively with them. I used to see these as my weakness. But towards the dawn of 2008, I convinced myself to face them as my strengths.
What can I do to give a purpose in my life by making use of my strengths?
I arrived at the answer that has been in my sub-conscious mind all along - teaching.
My loved ones were appalled at my decision and persuaded me to reconsider the options. I am glad to have perservere with it.
It is something that I have confidence in delivering, and will have interest in doing so for a very long time too.
So much of what has happened in 2007 was not recorded in my blog, thus I do feel a bit of remorseful about it, and I envy those who did.
My second resolution is to keep my room as clean and tidy as possible for the whole of 2008 and beyond. I shall get rid of the lazy bone in my spine, and start keeping all my stuff clean, fresh and dust-free. My sister will be truly glad about this because she had once threatened to accomplish the task for me, the one thing I really would want to do for myself.
Lastly, I shall continue to raise my EQ. Especially when I'm travelling in a public transportation. Although there a few people who has never failed to introduce me to the various ways of displaying rudeness and impoliteness, I decided to learn to keep my distance from them, and maintained my temper at the lowest point.
3 resolutions for the new year - and in the coming days, I hope to make them a habit till the next year.