Wisdom

What I ignored of my mom, I heard it from the older brothers these days... and it struck me, I had been living my life like crap.

"You reap what you sow..."

It's about time I change...

Elle me dit

Qu'est-ce tu fous sur Internet ?

Ca va pas bien dans ta tête

Regarde le temps que tu perds

Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie?

Elle me dit_Mika

Respect the Boundary

There are two things I am absolutely very sensitive about right now.

ONE. My hair. Especially when the natural curls are out.

TWO. My recent failed Korea trip.

Any mentions of these that I find insulting, watch our relationship turn sour.

If you were me, you’d know how my natural curls gave me a really bad time during my late high school period. The curls are in my genetics and therefore, I am programmed to be sensitive about it. Nuff said.

Now, regarding my failed Korea trip, there’s a lot more behind it…

Anyone who knows me knows that I SHIP this land of plastic surgery. The announcement of the Korea trip sent me over the moon. I worked hard researching and planning the tour itinerary, learn how to expect the harsh Korean winter, learning the basic tourist Korean, food, transport, shopping, etc. It was my first time; planning and visiting Korea.

I spent my December and January reading up on all those information. KTO, blogs, yahoo answers, Youtube, more blogs… But there’s only so much I can know and remember. How does one be fully prepared for something she never experienced before? I do not have much guidance except from the internet. Tonnes of information but vague… Extremely vague. “Winter is harsh and cold in Korea.” How cold is cold? And how harsh is harsh? I watched in Running Man that they shivered in the bitter cold wind but how cold is it? “-16 celcius” Look sister, I come from a tropical country of Malaysia and all my life, all that I’ve seen were sun and rain. The coldest I’ve ever felt would be when the air conditioning was set to the lowest temperature and that probably would be 18 celcius? Thick padded windbreakers and white winter wonderland was all I had in mind. And thoughts can’t be felt by the skin.

Seoul’s subway system was amazing… …-ly complex. It was efficient. But complex. In Malaysia, KL, we have our commuters, monorails, LRTs. It is okay, can’t say it is bad, but I bet the upstairs people are “trying” to improve things. Our rail systems, it is funny. Well, they are not interlinked. To change commuters to LRTs, we have to change station. It is pathetic. Nuff said. So when I got my hands on a Seoul subway map, imagine the shock. Saw it a gazillion times on Google image but the physical map is still different. It felt like efficiency IN YO FACE! Such a huge leap from the local public transport to the public transport there. Good thing my brother’s experience navigating through Melbourne metro shortened our time being lost underground.

Gift giving and souvenirs. I live a mundane life and I do not believe in the practice of gift giving and souvenirs. My concept of these practices is pretty similar to that of Sheldon Cooper’s. I will not take initiative of the hassle of estimating what you might like, buying it and wrapping it in fancy paper with a bow on top, unless, you mean that much to me where I take it personally to care. On your side, if you like that activity and wish to surprise me, be my guest, but take note that I expect you to not expect anything in return other than a thank you and a set of genuinely happy eyes looking back at you.

Shopping in Seoul. I had a great time browsing through the endless racks of clothes, shoes, bags, merchandise and stuffs but to buy them is a tad tricky. Words of many were that if you ever visit Korea, be sure to haggle A LOT and stuffs are EXTREMELY cheap. Well, yeah. I heard those, I read those. But note that they are folks from the US, UK, Europe, Japan, Singapore, etc but Malaysia. Less from Malaysia. Dude! Do you realize how much we are losing on our side of currency? To be thrifting on a vacation doesn’t feel nice. I’d like to be shipping hordes of fashionables back home but we ain’t rich. We get stuffs for the family, yes, but extras, sometimes we really just can’t. Well, maybe my dad can, but I can’t. I just can’t anymore.

Falling sick for 3 days. Out of an eight-day trip. Do you know how that felt? Especially for me, after all my effort researching, my hopes, my expectation. It was just awful. However, it wasn’t something that can not be controlled nor foresaw. My disappointment and bitterness could not be measured with anything before this.

There could be more, but I really don’t wanna be recalling all this crap anymore. So sister, your words, “白痴，有去相没去”, you are rubbing salt on my still fresh wounds. It’s uncomfortable.

Mock my height and my dressing but this of Seoul, do it more, and I might just shove a chainsaw up your pathetic ass.

You have been warned.

A Day Full of Noms

The eve of armageddon. Nothing really exciting... Well, not like it IS suppose to...but...atleast something right? Oh wells... That just proves nothing is nothing is happening. The gospel hasn't gone out yet. The Lord ain't coming back yet. He is anticipating though. And I shouldn't be slacking.

Anyways, today was a day full of noms as per title. This blog had been filled with I-can't-see-tomorrow posts that it's getting so bleak and bleary that even I shun it. My procrastination in publishing posts doesn't help either. These are suppose to be 'letters to future me'! What does pathetic posts like such do to future me?! I'm an idiot. Aaand, I am still writing that 3rdwave post. Half a month has gone by... Procrastination at its best!

ANYWAYS, today was a good day. It was a day of food. Well, not EXTRA-ordinarily good, I've been eating my way to today, but today's noms were different. I've got that feeling I should put something up,

Vicky, Sui Chin and I, along with two others, we went to Midvalley. Nothing special, but upon arrival we stuffed ourselves with Snowflake-that glorious dessert. NOM! Next, off to Sushi Zanmai. My second take at that chain. Beautiful, beautiful food. I took no photos and have no copies of them either; but they were beautiful. Pleasant to the eye as well to the taste buds. NOMNOM!

With bloated stomachs, what else to do at a mall if not fashion shopping? Mango's 50% sounds inviting. And there we were, flipping through limp cloth, but Borders next to Zanmai attract me more. Less crowd, better air, less hassle. The way I like it. However, time waits for none. Couldn't have my sweet time there. We have something planned for the night. We have to hurry up. Chop chop through the clothes. But RM9 basic tees at PDI was a steal. Two for me, seven Sui Chin and Vicky a whooping nine! Family.

Winter solstice's drawing near. Or passed. But who say being in dorm, being late or early restricts us from the tradition? Food tradition to be exact. For me at least. A few items from Carrefour and we're on our way back. Heavy rain upon arrival on dormitory grounds does not hinder me from taking a quick shower and walking over to P3, the block where the others are at.

What can be called 'our dinner' was all sweets. Almost. Filled glutinous rice balls in soy base, mango pudding to wash it down, cheese franks and cherry tomatoes for greens...or reds. Dinner! Simple yet heart-warming. Over at friends', eating, talking nothingness... Though due to my speech I get ignored a lot but all was good. Better than being in my room, facing the monitor, either assignments or drama. My social life out the window. Senior roomies have course mates all over the dorm; Indian roomie, out or giggling to her phone, singing odd tunes or bringing friends in for chats when you're sleeping. That loud, high pitch Tamil chatter. O-EM-GEE!! Not being racist or anything but it's just her... Why have people in when I'm just next to your bunk trying to turn in early? It's not like you can't see me sleeping... Okay. Imma save it for another entry. Sheesh! Why spoil this?

Anyways, noms are all good. I think I can just succumb to gluttony-one of the seven deadly sins. Now I understand MinFood relationship. Might consider being a MinFood shipper too. Hah! Stuffing your face in stress, in joy, in hunger... So much reasons to eat! Good food! And it's in abundance too! But my appetite's gonna break my poor dad's back. Not that he's anywhere near but I should to something to eat on my own.

"To lengthen thy life, lessen thy meals" - Benjamin Franklin
Came from a doctor. PhD. Medical? I'm not sure. So he still should know best right? With his wits.

Peace out.
Denise

Depressing

Depressing is when my non-existant waist becomes bulging.. Not a pretty picture...I know.

Little Things in Life

Often we're too engrossed in our fast paced life till we forget the little things that makes life sustainable and beautiful. This songs reminds us of one of them: to cherish our parents before it's too late.

The subtitles might be a direct translation but nevertheless, it is still an art from one language to another. Overall, the words are nicely placed and the meaning is deep. Let it touch your soul.

When All Comes At Once

The stress of doing the university applications and meeting the government date lines. Wish me luck in getting into my desired university and course.

Cheers!
Denise

The Many Sides of Me

So, people have many sides.
The basics:
- private life
- public life
- secret life

So many sides of life, I seem to like virtual life the best.
Though many unseen dangers lurking, but hey, isn't that the same in real life too?
Too bad excelling in farmville doesn't feed the tummy.
Well, not that I play farmville but, you see the pattern.

Conscience regret: I'm suppose to love the church life.
The first priority in life but...
I'm still learning. Though my process is slow...
It takes time to adapt but, four years?
Too slow for the others to comprehend.

People are too judgemental.
But, remember these:

Matthew 7:1-5
“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.

Of late...

I'm picking up guitar.
Although I haven't really mastered the piano.
But it's okays...
Though Jack of all trades, masters of none.
I'll never be a master in any instrument anyways...
It's not pessimistic thoughts.
These are realistic thoughts.
And using steel strings on tender flesh is sadistic.



Oh dear, it's so hard for me to blog nowadays.
Could it be that I haven't been writing for a while now,
or my life is just dull, routined, and I don't get to know or learn loads of new things.
But I am learning though.
About children, about people, body language, how they think.
I like that.
I analyse people.
Interesting.
=)

Teaching English?

I've started working.
Teaching. As a English tutor.
Should I use 'a' or 'an' for 'English tutor'?
Hmm...

Anyways, I'm teaching the younger classes. So the basic, that is, for them.
6 days per week. 2 and a half hour the most per day. Unless I start stacking in more classes.
Which is pretty unlikely, for a lazy bum like me.
I need my internet time, my teen life (though I'm heading towards my twenties).

For pocket money, the pay is pretty good.
Considering that this is my first working experience.