Virgin trip to Borders

280707 Saturday. Was due to meet May a.k.a. potat at Berjaya Times Square at 12 noon. As I had time to spare, I went on my virgin trip to Borders bookstore. Hey, it's not that surprising considering my numbered (2, actually) visits to BTS were probably 2 years ago, and each making a discovery of how much the mall fell short of expectations.

Hehe... was pretty excited about Borders actually. Entered it smiling like a child let loose in a pool of ice-cream in her favourite flavour. I let myself wander around, not really browsing through the books but more so to 'feel' the place. I liked the quotes they put on the walls above, about books. I remembered one, "I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman" by Virginia Woolf.

The store was smaller than what I anticipated. It was spacious though, with books placed at shelves/ display tables widely spaced for viewing pleasure. And perhaps it lessens the feeling that someone's looking over your shoulder? Haha. They had U-shaped pockets on both sides of the walls, each housing a different category of books. And of course, the seats placed for people to lose themselves in an imaginary world of a literary work of their choice. I also wandered to the 2nd floor, which was comparatively quieter than below. Which was why when I answered the phone, I felt like I had to whisper. Hah.

So... pictures. Only had the VGA camera on my phone; here goes:

The 'pockets' with seats, housing different categories.


Display tables of the latest promotions


Escalator leads to 2nd floor

And in view of the latest war on prices for a certain book made fun of as 'Harry Ploper':

The fate of the 6th book after 2 years.

Hmm... what price can I get the 7th after 2 years, I wonder? =P

Boob Watch: UM's Standard?

I sent something to The Star again... this time, a boob watch at UM (Universiti Malaya). Saw it published today.... Wakakaka....

Tidbit - Mum and Dad

Mum tells Dad about the incident where she put her phone to charge but she didn’t turn on the power switch (which is quite typical of her, really).

Dad: Don’t you know you’re always so “mong” (forgetful)?
Mum: Ya lo, you married a very “mong” wife.
Dad: Luckily you didn’t forget who’s your husband…
Mum: Maybe in future I will =P

Asia Martial Arts Village, Rantau

Family Day in Rantau

Yay! Work's done. For now, at least. So I'm free to blog.

Yesterday I came back from my church's Family Day, held on the previous weekend at Rantau, N.Sembilan. The place we rented was the Asia Martial Arts Village. Hah. Sounds fantastically unheard of. At least I think.

The theme of our Family Day this time was "In God's Family". Around 40 of us went - from adults to a 10 year old. We had a fun time - played telematches (very enjoyable ones) and had BBQ at night. And lots of free time in between where some went swimming, some played chess, some at carrom and maybe just lots of knowing or catching up with one another. Just some stuff families do. =)

There was one special game we played - Love Angel. Everyone had their name written on a piece of paper. Then these papers were mixed and up and randomly picked by everyone. The name on the paper you got would be the one you had to be an angel to. Meaning, if I got X, I had to be an angel to X. So what does an angel do? Well... just random nice things. We specified at least 2 things for the 2 days. Things like maybe, barbecuing something for your someone, or passing a glass of water etc. The catch is, that person isn't supposed to know who his/her angel is. Then we finally reveal it before we leave. Hehe. Was very interesting to see what everyone were up to.

I invited my ex-roommate, Jean Ying to join me this time. And she brought along her 10 year old cousin, Run Ei, who was simply funny. Just thinking of her makes her smile. Haha. Hope they enjoyed themselves as much as I did, tired though I was.

Photos will be up soon. Stay posted! =D

I'm very sleepy. One of those after lunch effects. Cannot sleep. Must finish Reflected Ceiling Plan to upload.

Back to my Directional Signs and Cheese Flavoured Twisties.

Woe @ Work

Just finished lunch. Back in office. And just wanna blog 'cos not interested in work.

Sat (7/7/07) - goodness, I just realised the date

First time OT in office. Was set for a day without work actually. Then received a call from the HK guy, Ah Tai (who's now back in HK) that they needed my help in office. Arrived at 3.30 pm. Left at around 10.45 pm with another Malay part-time draughtswoman to the KTM station. Went to buy tickets. Man looks at us with a strange expression and tells us, "Tiket sudah tak da la... Tren sudah habis."

Thurs (12/7/07) - 10 am to 10 pm

I don't really remember why. Maybe it was one of those times when the bosses decided to revert to their previous decision. Or it was one of those little design details and you had a busload of ammendments to make. Like how just because the beam now had a curved edge instead of straight ones. Oh, and this was the week where the boss's partner was not around, and he was the one pretty much in the dark about everything. So we (me and the other girl also named May) had to inform him about all the formatting, drawings etc. Left to the train station and waited for more than 40 minutes while chatting 'bout our entire extended families. Caught the last train (I know because I asked the time of the last train the previous time).

Fri (13/7/07) - 10 am to 9 pm

Friday the 13th. Didn't seem to bode too well to our boss, considering this was Upload Day (all our work were uploaded to a ftp site for the HK people). Anyway, I completed all I had to do, before babysitting another much older and experienced draughtsperson regarding the drawings and formats. And he was so much older that I couldn't figure out how to use his CAD commands (he must have reprogrammed something). I saw him typing commands such as "ww" and "qq", which mean absolutely nothing to me. Hah. And then I helped to pack up the drawings to upload lor. And was the day I was so panicked over making my programme book for my church's Family Day outing the following day. Left with shoulders sore and ran all the way across the very high platform of Kepong Sentral station to catch the second-last train.

是傻瓜吧

傻傻的，
好期待
傻傻的，
发祝贺。

傻傻的，
在等待
傻傻的，
便心烦。

傻傻的，
收回应
傻傻的，
心欢欣。

I should be going home already. Sigh... arms and fingers are aching from clicking on the mouse and keyboard all day, drafting. I could never understand how those people could stand being a draftsperson. And some have been in such position for a long, long time - the leader and senior in my previous company, she had been there for TWELVE years. Drafting. 12 years.

Anyway, I'm running into overtime already. Luckily I'm free to go online and chat away as I like. Hahaha. And chatting has been the best remedy for sleepiness so far. Nothing beats discussing your work progress with a fellow working friend over the cyberworld. Haha.

Bosses have been so funny. They forget decisions they made previously. Then they revert back to the original decision and drawing. So the poor HK draftsperson has to adjust all the floor plans. Teruk betul. And it was discovered when I was doing a small part too. Adui...

Ok la... I should pack up now. Avoid missing the once-in-a-half-hour-or-longer bus to the KTM station. And a load of other freelance work to do when I go home. Sigh...

Tidbit - Cobbler

There was once I went to a cobbler to fix the heel on my shoe. This cobbler has been there a long time, and I suppose you could say he was quite familiar with my mum too. 'Cos he was just seated outside the shop where we often bought our newspaper.

So I left my shoe with him, and mum and I went to grab something to eat. Later, when we came back to collect the shoe, Mum naturally offered him the payment. To our amusement, the cobbler said, "Tak mau duit. Duit sudah banyak," and waved us off, as if we were pesky mosquitoes.

I have P

Hahaha... my 100th post. After god knows how long I've been blogging. Such sad results indeed.

Yesterday was a day I felt way grown up. I was doing something you could only do after a certain age. And there were people younger than me there, no doubt, but many were much older too. What am I talking about? If you haven't guessed (or known), after 12 and a half hours of lessons, I went for the once-in-a-lifetime DRIVING TEST.

I hadn't had much sleep the previous night, thanks to a bunch of ever diligent mosquitoes at work in my room. While I sat there waiting for my turn, I had a case of lack-of-sleep headache. I got a number of "35 Kuning" (35 Yellow) and was scheduled to take the 'On the Road' test first. The first few rounds got me so kanchiong man... The testers were all wearing their police-like uniform some more. One tester called around 3-4 people to be tested in turn. Then, there was once when one of them called, "34 Kuning! 48 Kuning! 45 Kuning! 54 Kuning!" and the other tester called "36 Kuning! and so forth and so forth..." Adui.... they just had to call the two numbers flanking mine and further twist the bundle of nerves in me, is it?

When my turn came, I was the 1st one up with the tester. My group of 4 got a chubby but stern-looking man who wore sunnies (most of them did actually). The car I got into was a new one, with the meters all on the left side instead of straight in front like the older models, and the back seat was still wrapped in plastic too. First surprise came when the tester asked me to "masuk kereta, periksa semua" and proceeded to walk away, to the Gents, I presume. So I got in and did the prerequisite check. And then to my horror, I found that I didn't know how to operate the hand brake. The tester pushed it down for me (after he came back) and I didn't use the hand brake for the rest of the drive (which resulted in an 'X' in my evaluation form).

The 'on the road' test wasn't so smooth, especially when it came to junctions. I seemed to slow down at all the wrong time. Apart from getting scolded at 3 points, I seemed to have done well enough for him to give me a nod. So, I passed! And then I went on to wait for the slope, parking and 3-point turn test. I had felt so relieved that I'd passed the 'on the road' test though. My sifu had earlier said that it would be dangerous not to "bao" (which can be literally translated to something like 'insure') if I wanted to pass. But I managed. Kakakaka...

When I went on the slope test, I managed to nail it on the mark. Then another horror happened - when I wanted to go down, the car "mati api"! Adui... I never ever "mati api" on the slope before. I quickly braked and pulled up the hand brake again (this is another car ma) then looked at the tester in the pondok. He didn't look like I had failed yet, so I just went ahead and went down. Fuu... luckily I passed that too.

And then... when I reach the parking... I think this car is so horrible to me man. I "mati api" so many times... luckily it didn't matter in this part of the test. Managed to complete my test despite all that. Huge relief - I PASSED everything! And before lunch too. Hah!

So... I will have P this week! Yay!

Part-time

I have one minute before my official working hours start, but the bosses aren't gonna be here yet anyway... so here I am, blogging. Haha. And I'm on meebo too.

Today is my 2nd day of this part-time job. I'm now something like a CAD operator, I believe the official term is. Good money. Haha. But the office so c-beh far away from my house, all the way in Manjalara, Kepong. So even though my working hours is from 10 am - 6 pm, I have to wake up at 7 something and ask my mum to fetch me to the KTM station to reach somewhere around 8, get on the train all the way to Kepong before taxing either a taxi or bus to the office. I reach around 9.30 am, meeting another trainee who has the key to the office. Yesterday, I left the office at 7 pm, and reached the train station waiting for my mum to pick me up at 8.30 pm.

Work's fairly easy though. Did some adding of levels to the floor plans. Earning a lot for this kinda business, I think. Kakakaka.... and with the benefit of broadband some more. Even though no music, still can stream online.

Got 2 bosses here. Got one more from Hong Kong associate company. Got one trainee from KBU. She does more odd jobs here and there - like making phone calls, faxing, e-mailing etc.

Ok la... got to work liao. Add more when bosses are not around (they came in and delayed the publishing of this post). Kakaka...

Tidbit - 2 Hole Fish Ball

Tuesday was Dumpling Festival. As such, my family went back to my maternal grandmother’s house for a ‘reunion’ dinner. Almost everyone was there, from all my other 7 cousins to my aunties and uncles. The dishes were abounding – we had roast duck, chicken, fish and some vegetables. The soup was clear soup with some vege and some other things you always find in steamboats, like fish balls, and this other thing – a long-ish, fish ball like, but with a hole from one end to the other end, and always with a stripe of brown in the middle. I love this a lot. And I suppose everyone else at the table. Or at least, those my generation and younger. When the second round of soup came, Mum poured out two of those, and I quickly grabbed one. Grandma remarked, “This time don’t know why… can’t find it in the market, so only got 6 (paraphrased from Cantonese)” Following that, the other remaining ones were quickly gone from the soup too.

Later, after we all sat in the living room, full and satiated, some catching up and chatter began. My 2^nd uncle (the father) asked my 3-year old cousin (the son), “今天为什么那么多人？(Why were there so many people here today?)”

My 3-year cousin said, “因为全部人要吃那个两个洞的鱼圆! (Because everyone wants to eat the fish ball with 2 holes!)”

The 2-hole fish ball in question. I just found out that it's called "Chikuwa Fish Cake". Taken from glutton-island.blogspot.com

Green Fest

I set my alarm for 5.45 a.m. Put my handphone on a stool near my bed. I woke up to my mum shaking me, and I looked at my handphone which said 7.00 a.m. Funny thing is, I don't remember how my handphone came to be beside on my pillow.

Haha... I'm being stupid and digressing. Main point - I was awake to go for the Green Fest Celebration organized by Malaysia's No. 1 English daily (this is written everywhere when you reach), The Star in FRIM, Kepong. We (mum, bro and sis) bundled into the car, spent some time getting lost in KL, and reached the place maybe... in an hour? Not too bad really. Considering we got lost and all.

Me at the banner. Looking dungu... but oh well. Not awake yet ma.

First interesting thing I saw... mobile toilets! Haha. I shall post the pictures here. Have fun imagining how to use it.

The flush is the blue foot pump on the floor. The water for the "basin" is another pump, cannot be seen here.

On the way searching for breakfast, spotted this little boy posing for his dad's camera at a big tree.

Forgive my shaky hands. Still not awake la maybe.

FRIM is really a very big replanted forest. It was a secondary forest, a degraded one. Then some people (I don't remember everything from the talk - still sleepy) had the foresight to 'green' the area, and started planting trees from 1920s, if i'm not mistaken. Thus the many trees continously planted all these years gave birth to the place we have today.

Field near the site of the activities


In FRIM itself got school some more. I kid you not. And seems like not only one.

The initial reason any of us even thought to go was that my mum had to send my brother, who was on duty for the event to Menara Star. So all of us thought we might as well just tag along and go straight to FRIM ourselves (hence the getting lost part). He is a BRAT (if you didn't get the 'on duty' part) and his assignment was to sell popcorn.

My BRAT brother smiling goofily without realising I was taking his picture.

Moving on to activities. We reached kinda late so registration for some events was already over. I was kinda disappointed that the 'Canopy Walk' event was already full. So my sister registered for 'Nature Hunter', an educational activity for school children. She came back, saying" Very sien la... Look at the trees, draw trees..."

Then we decided to go for a colouring session. Lots of other kids were already there, looking like those very pro in colouring contest, complete with their own portable table, crayons and newspapers (I know because I was one once =P).

Mum with Sis colouring. Sis still has 'war paint' left from her 'Nature Hunter'.


So many families joining the 'Nature Treasure Hunt'. Have to have at least a father figure in each team. I don't even have a male, since my brother is a BRAT on duty.

There was a truck where all the entertainment was held, called the 'Gegar U' truck. I didn't manage to see much, 'cos I attended talks in the auditorium instead. My sis took these pictures.

School children as the brown things in a play.


Performance by the Orang Asli committee. The leader here translated their song title from a tongue twisting alien dialect to "Saudara saudari, datanglah ke sini".

The main reason I was attracted to go was because of certain exhibits and talks related to my field of study. I listened to a talk about the MBIPV system, more commonly know as the "Suria 1000" project. The speaker is the National Project Leader, albeit being so young (he says he's over 30 though, so he's "not so young"). And then there was a talk from Lucas Works, "Sustainable Energy House". They were presenting the Smart&Cool Homes, a sustainable building technology that offers cheaper and environment friendly materials (discarded car tyres), cheaper cost and energy efficiency. These pictures are from a model at their exhibtion booth:

You can see that the box raft foundation under the house is filled with tyres (up to 3-4 layers).


Here you can see that the tyres are used for the retaining wall as well. I think it's a nice aesthetic touch.

At the end of the day, I felt like doing what this little girl did.

After all, I wasn't very awake the whole day.

I am small, perhaps insignificant. But I am strong, and free.

Flowers

*Taken from Cameron Highlands

Quandary, quandary.

I am in a quandary. For those who don't know what this word is, look here.

The quandary in question is - architectural job or not? Professional or not? Study-related or interest? Sigh....

I have received 2 calls for second interviews. The first architectural company has contacted me and asked me to go again soon, which I am fulfilling by going there later today. The second company is the one I went for an interview yesterday, the Spa Lover. Haven't set a date yet.

Most of the people who hear about my situation would ask me to go for the architecture job. Why would anyone drop a professional job for something totally unrelated? I think that was the question in everyone's mind. And doing something related would give me the portfolio when I continue my studies in future. My dad asked, "Are you gonna split yourself into a few persons? Going for so many jobs..." Haha XD But I do like both lines of job, because both are such a big challenge and would totally stimulate my mind.

Finally, one piece of advice I felt was most useful: Since you're planning to save up for your education, just take the job that offers you a higher salary. Haha. Perfect really.

Spa Lover Interview

As my potential employer has asked me yesterday for the address of this blog, I am gonna tread carefully. Haha.... kidding. But still - at the risk of being read by her. So, I'll give a brief summary.

Contrary to my worries, I found the office with ease (thanks to the Kuala Lumpur and Klang Valley Street Directory on my lap). I didn't really form a preconception of the office in my mind, just so I'll not be taken aback by any expectations. But, I did find it rather odd that the office did not have any signage no matter on the outside or inside (before you enter the office). And it had just the essentials - tables and computers. And a radio. And a room where the principal sat.

So. I met Eunice Ng. First comment - she is thinner in real life. Haha... XD I saw only 2 other female workers in the office. Another male - but I don't know really what is his role there. After the usual filling up of forms, I went into the room to be interviewed by Ms Eunice. I found her rather serious in the beginning, and she spoke in precise, clipped tones. But then after a while, it kinda lapsed into a rather comfortable conversation. She tested my language, speaking to me in English and then switching to Mandarin. Truth be told, I was rather nervous when she asked me to read Mandarin. Hahaha... But it was still fine, I think.

It was a comparatively long interview, approximately 45 minutes long. In that time, I was questioned rather specifically, about everything. And especially what was my objective (as this job has nothing to do with my studies). I was also informed of the nature and services of the company. The interview ended with a word that I'll be contacted again.

I'm experiencing a sort of writer's block for this post. So sorry for my lack of ... anything. Hehe. Perhaps because my thoughts are rather in another post. Gah! I shall stop before this becomes terrible.

My 1st Driving Lesson

On Wednesday, 6 June 2007

6.40 am I woke up blearily. I was supposed to go for my first driving lesson. To say I was nervous was such an understatement. I prepared myself and exactly at 7, I received a call from my instructor who had arrived outside my house. Ok… so this was it, I told myself. I’m gonna start learn driving. Haha…

I saw my “L” license attached with my lesson card. After signing a few things, I was off to the driving school. He was bringing me to learn in the school, which was also a test centre. So there a circuit with all the necessary “road conditions” there, although it was really a very cute one – mini roundabout, mini slope, place where 4 parking lots were designed for testing and a small pocket of road for 3-point turns in front of them.

Anyway, my lesson first was to learn the gears. So I practised changing the gears - 1, 2, 3, 4 and Reverse 'R'. Then I learnt how to control the clutch and drive the car forward and backward. Did this a few times. Then I went on a slow drive around the circuit once, all the while following instructions from my instructor (Peter).

Peter is a very funny person. He's someone I would regard as "uncle" category, I guess. Haha. He has the typical pot belly, and is bald as well (or maybe he has very short hair, I can't remember). And he has a kind of... how should I say; for example, when he teaches me something, then he likes to go, "No one will teach you this wan, you know? Only Peter will teach wan!" He repeats it a lot of times too. Kaka... like when he taught me how to turn the sterring (in order that your car tyres will always be straight) and parking formula, and talking about teaching how to drive in the dark (as in night la, but he used the morning dawn time, around 5.30-6 am).

My class lasted 3 hours. 3 hours!!! Haha... so long. My arms and legs were so cramped. And I was sweating too. As in, from all that exertion. Oh, and I haven't mentioned how I had to adjust my seat. I pulled the seat to the front to its limits. And then I found that I still couldn't lean on the seat otherwise I would not be able to step on the clutch and still be able to see what was on the road in front. Adoi... Peter was quite nice about this though. He said it was always slightly more difficult for him to teach "not so big sized" students and for them to learn as well. So next class I would need to bring a pillow. =P

I think this post has reached the proper length already. And I can't think of what else to write anyway. Hah! I shall end here. Till my next adventure. Driving, that is.

I got into The Star!

Well... not me, actually. What I meant is, something I did. No, er... something I wrote. Haha. I was a day late reading the newspapers today. And as I was browsing through the Youth2 section of the paper, I spied the "Poetry Corner" edged towards the bottom right on the 2nd page of the "xXx" counselling section. And there, was my poem! My eyes went wide when I saw it. I'd sent it some time ago, and when nothing happened I just put it out of my mind.

To cut the dramatics... (hehe) the poem that was published was "Unrequited", which I had previously posted here on this blog. And just for fun, the poem at The Star's online page (which I think would only work before next Wednesday when the next poem comes out).

And another appointment

Hahahahaha.... actually this was the one I really wanted to write about. After finishing that interview, I got a call for another interview appointment. This time it was for "Creative Writer", for a spa and wellness company called The Spa Lover Wellness Group.

The conversation was simple actually. "Are you interested for this job?" she (the caller) asked. I was curious as to what the job entailed (this was just an application I did for fun). She said, "Well, we have a few spas under our promotion group. Then you have to go visit them and experience it then write about it." (not her exact words but you get the idea). Fu-yoh!! This job sounded waaayyy interesting. I was definitely interested now, if I wasn't before. Haha.

So of course I agreed for an interview. She gave me the address, and then said, "If you cannot find your way on Saturday, call this number" and proceeded to recite a number, then mentioned the name of the number's owner, "Eunice Ng". I said, "Ok" and thought nothing about it, aside from being so curious to see how it would turn out.

Since I was gonna go for the interview, I needed to know something about the company, right? I went to the website I linked above, and then - I saw Eunice Ng. THE Eunice Ng. Oh my goodness.... She's a celeb! Hahaha.... and I just had her number too! For in case I couldn't find my way. Goodness....

Ok, for anyone still in the dark, or if her name doesn't ring such a bell (after all, it didn't strike me =P), she's an actress in last year's series "Falling in Love" and she hosts quite a variety of lifestyle shorts (which I believe are aired on Astro). Otherwise, just click the link! Hahahaha...

Another Interview

I'm just fresh off another interview, still with an architecture company (Quirk and Associates Sdn Bhd). Position that I applied for is internship as a Design Architect. Basically I'm paper-qualified for the job, but I just applied for the internship instead of the long-term one (which is also vacant). The interview was fine, I guess, but they're gonna consider other applicants as well. First time I had an interview with more than one person.. kinda nervous actually. Haha. Especially since they looked sooo serious. They felt undecided about what would they hire me as, in their words, "intern or trainee architect"? So they'd give me a call by the end of this week.

The office was fairly easy to find, being in the vicinity of Mid Valley City. They were housed in the newer offices though, the Northpoint Offices. Very posh and comparatively high class, I would say. Well, at least from the outside. Haha. The office was not bad. Though I don't understand why it felt like a oven from the lift to the office. I had to answer an intercom before allowed entry. Then a flat panel of the wooden finish clicked, and I pushed it to reveal a door. The reception was kinda dim, with coloured lights shining against unfinished concrete. As soon as you walked in, there was a mirror too, in front of a few upholstered chairs.

The office definitely felt like a design office. I saw an angmoh too. Hee hee. But it was kinda.... quiet. And serious. People talking with whispers. Or maybe they have very good sound insulation on the walls. Haha.

梦。醒

梦里好美，快乐。
醒来不该，难过。
梦里真实，幸福。
醒来幻想，可怜。
梦里拥有，亲近。
醒来不可能，遥远。
梦里相爱，希望。
醒来错觉，无奈。
梦里欢笑，未来。
醒来流泪，

停止。

Job Interview

I've had many views for my resume online actually. The company that viewed me the most (7 times) called me for an interview on Wednesday. They are a design-and-build company, offering both architecture and interior design services, specialising in individual bungalows and factories.

I reached there early. Went up (it was in a row of shoplots) and was asked to fill in the application form in a room. Sooo many questions (even family members also have to write). After that, I was asked to go into the boss' room for the interview. So he reviewed some of the stuff I filled out, some sort like seeking confirmation. Then my lack for the job was mentioned, my being unable to do 3d and not having my own transport. Also, it seemed my expected salary was high too (I put RM 1500).

Anyway, it was basically him telling me what he would expect me (or whoever it was he hired) to do. Funny thing is, I applied for the position of an Assistant Architect. Then when I asked, "Who would I be helping?" because from what he told me, I knew there were 2 draughtsperson, 1 designer cum draughtsperson and 1 ID person. I didn't hear the mention of an ARCHITECT. So it turns out that, I'm not gonna be assisting anyone. In fact, I'd (or whoever it is he hires) be expected to do everything, "from scratch" in his very words. From the moment he accepted a project, he'd hand it over, and I would have to do everything from concept to schematic design to attending meetings to producing working drawings and if I was still around, up to the stage where the building would be issued a CF (Certificate of Fitness).

Soooo scary man... The job description didn't sound anything remotely ASSISTANT; in fact, it screamed ARCHITECT. And an experienced one at that. I'm only a diploma student, and faced with such responsibilities was utterly daunting. And as I justified my need for the RM1.5k salary (I would need to pay rent and save for further studies), he decided to offer me RM 1300 for first 3 probation months, and then if I could really perform, he'd raise it up to that RM1.5k figure. He added, "Cos I see that you can talk, confident person, not like the others I interview..." Hah! So funny...

Anyway, I haven't decided and he hasn't as well. He'll call me on Monday and reach a decision. 3 lecturers who heard me out told me "Just go for it!" I agree that it's a good learning experience. But I hardly think I'm qualified. Well... let's hope I hear from other applications I made as well =)

Just an Update

I've been looking for a job recently. I made a profile at Jobstreet.com, created my resume with their Step-by-step builder, and I was all set to apply for any job that caught my fancy. It's actually quite fun to look at all the jobs available. Makes you think that you have such a high chance of getting employed. Hee hee... that sounds a bit cynical (didn't mean it to be).

Anyway, I looked at some that seemed to apply for my qualifications (not that much actually). And then I also applied for some that was of interest and didn't require that high a qualification, the latest being Holiday Day Camp Assistant Facilitator. So far, I've made 11 applications. Currently, 4 of them are "in process" and 1 unsuccessful. Oh well, I suppose that's very good, considering that I haven't been using this service for a week yet. Haha...

Hmm... what else? I still have one last thing to hand in to college, and can't seem to beat myself up to finish it. *Sigh* And after that, I would probably work at fixing my grades (long story) while working, no matter permanent or part time or freelance. Oh! I finished my Illustrator class too. Had an assessment the previous week. Was quite satisfied with what I could do. Been practising by doing banners and leaflets for my mum (with pay involved). Next 2 weeks, Photoshop class is gonna be starting.

Been playing the piano a lot these days. A day without playing it for a while would seem a bit weird actually. Other than that, I've been intrigued by an instrument called the ukulele. So cute! It's like a mini version of a guitar (more like the size of a violin) but with only 4 strings. Haha... I'm planning to get one and learn. I can't press a full barre chord on the guitar, but I sure can with an ukulele! Hoping I have an advantage with smaller fingers. Hehe... I was watching one brother playing with it after church youth meeting today. He's still experimenting with it too (he's a guitar pro). I should get one soon.... then we'll see how it turns out! Hee hee...

Lightcraft Visit

This shall be my fastest post regarding a place I visited. Heehee... I just thought that since I had some pictures, I might as well put them here. I think about 20+ of us including 2 lecturers went from college to the Lightcraft gallery in Sg. Besi for a workshop plus tour. The workshop was conducted by a lighting designer there named Ram; and we learnt about the different lamp sources and how it worked with different fittings and in different situations. After that, we visited their display of lights before adjourning for lunch. Oh, and in case you were wondering, the whole workshop plus lunch was free of charge.

Some of the lights I captured:

Haha... this one boleh put as college logo =)





*P.S : Lightcraft lady says she pay her worker there like 3500/mth le. working environment so nice. can consider ho... =P

Mrs. Ong's Poem for Me

The other day, I flipped through my file of old achievements and came across a piece I treasured much above the others - a poem specially written for me, which I had kept since 1996. It was from the first principal I had in primary school. Perhaps some might not understand such an affection for such an authority figure, but I loved her dearly, and I believed she loved me too. In 1996, we (the students) heard that she was leaving the school to further her studies overseas. I was heartbroken, and wrote her a letter telling her so. On the day she left, I came to my class and found there under my desk, this poem (presumably left there by her son, who sat next to me then) :

A Poem Specially for Leong Yun Rui

Dearest Yun Rui, thank you for your letter,
You are indeed getting better and better!
In everything you never fail to excel,
Indeed God has blessed you real well.

Yun Rui dear, don’t feel sad for me,
For one day I’ll come back, you’ll see;
Not as your Principal, but as your friend,
You will find in me a helping hand.

You are so young and yet so intelligent,
You make proud and happy any parent;
Use the gifts that God has bestowed on you;
To make others happy and your life blissful.

I will never forget you, you are special,
For one so young, you prove so capable;
There is nothing I can wish better for you,
You are blessed, more than any I know and knew.

One thing that I advise as you go through life,
Always be humble, always for good strive;
You will never lack peace and happiness,
When you combine intelligence with godliness.

I have to go because like you I love to study,
I want to learn more of the world around me;
One day your beloved ones too will cry,
When for higher studies, you have to say “goodbye”.

But you will come back, just like me,
Maybe in a different capacity;
It doesn’t matter as long as memories remain,
Precious like the summer breeze and desert rain.

God bless you and your family everyday,
He will continue to watch over you in every way;
His angels will guard you as you grow,
To be a fine example, God’s pride on show!

Love,
Mrs. Juliana Ong
Principal
Sekolah Sang Suria
10 March 1996

She has come back here in the recent years. Whenever I read this, my eyes never fail to water. I hope to meet her soon... someday.

Tidbit - LRT

Share a little sweet incident in the LRT some time ago...

There was a family comprising the father, mother, a son and a younger daughter. The daughter was putting on her jacket. The sleeves were too long. She turned to her parents (who were sitting as she was standing), holding out her left arm to her mum. So the mum took the sleeve and started folding. Dad took the other arm. Now the little girl was totally facing her parents, with an arm in each parent's hands. Mum finished folding the sleeves in 2 folds in like, 2 seconds. Dad was still fumbling around, and seeming to realise his wife was done, turned to look at the sleeve she did. And he looked back and forth between that and the one he was folding. Left, right, left, right until the wife took mercy and held out 2 fingers to him, "2" (referring to folds). Dad took the hint and did it right finally. After like, half a minute later.

Heehee... =D

Old Friend's Party

I went to an old friend's birthday party yesterday. She wasn't exactly a close friend of mine, but I still met her on and off after she changed schools. I was kinda surprised to received an SMS inviting me, and since I haven't been in touch with most of my ex-schoolmates, I decided to attend. It was such a long time since I last went to a party that I only remembered I forgot a present half an hour before the party started. XD

I don't know what I expected actually. I told myself that seeing an old friend was reason enough. She stayed in a really posh area in Cheras, those sort of 3-storey bungalows on a slope with city nightline view costing probably 2 million, and that is only the house. Anyway, I met a friend on the way there so I joined her in the car with her boyfriend.

When we arrived, there were quite a few people there already. Saw some people I really haven't seen for at least 3 full years. Too bad those I was closer to weren't able to make it. I called one there actually, and she said I sounded different, more grown-up. Hah! Found out that 4 of the people in my batch had gotten married already. Goodness! When I saw the photos in Friendster some time ago, I thought my eyes were playing tricks with me. So now I had it confirmed, one of them having had his dinner just last month, and another earlier this year.

We explored the house, the gang of us from the school. I wished I had obeyed my instinct to bring my camera. I quite like the house actually, although the interior finishes and furniture are not to my taste (quite Chinese, mostly white and golden gilded, elaborate fans and chandeliers). I liked that the house had an outdoor garden on the 2nd level, complete with a swing and a pavillion. There were a few terraces and balconies on the upper floors that allowed you the view I mentioned above. And being a 3 storey house meant there would be a void triple volume. This space had a grand curved staircase from the 2nd floor. The wall was finished with man-made rock and had a mini waterfall trickling into a small pond below too. Only thing was this volume is not fully visible from the front when you enter, which is a waste.

After cutting the cake and eating it, there was really nothing much to do. Small talk could only last so long. Quite a few of them started to leave, and I managed to get a ride from a kind friend to a place where my mum could pick me up. I was there for only an hour and a half. Didn't have the feeling that you just came back from a party I used to have last time. Haha... Something to do with being more grown-up? =P

我以为

我以为我已经健忘了
我以为已经不痛了
也以为不在乎了

我以为可以看得开
以为没什么大不了的

我是真的已经在努力
我知道我不能再想了
光是这点，心就已经紧紧地。。。

我以为可以很简单
曾希望不会需要太久

我以为。。。

Unrequited

wrote this way back in the year 2000. i found it just today. to think i felt like this then too... =)

By watching her,
She could see the love in her eyes,
The love for a person,
Who doesn't love in return.

By watching her,
She could see the sparkle in her eyes,
A sparkle of fascination,
To him only condemnation.

By watching her,
She could see the need in her eyes,
The need to be loved,
A need never granted.

By watching her,
She could see the pain her eyes,
The pain of having loved,
And not loved in return.

*published in Youth2, The Star on 6 June 2007

Tidbits - Mamak

As I sit here falling asleep (and most probably would 'slip' away soon), I thought of sharing 2 short incidents, 'tidbits' in my life. Both of these incidents happened in one of the most popular cultures of Malaysia, the mamak.

Incident 1:

Yesterday, my family and I went for dinner. As we sat down, the boss came to take our order. He asked, "Minum apa?"

My mum replied, "Roti sardin"

Without blinking an eye, the boss continued, "Minum roti sardin, makan apa?"

I looked at my brother, and we both burst out laughing.

Incident 2:

This morning, I had breakfast with my mum. The boss came asking, "Nescafe tarik, teh tarik?"

Mum replied, "Nescafe tarik", then gestured to me, asking me what I wanted to drink.

One of the workers asked, "Teh tarik a?"

The boss, with an imitation of a little girl, "Dia cakap, Saya mau milo..." =P

What I Do in College

I’m supposed to have graduated. Yet I still faithfully go to the college, waking up everyday at 6 a.m. to hitch a ride with my mum who goes to the same place. Then the same routine – arriving before the sun arises (if there is no traffic jam) and buying the Star newspaper at the Caltex petrol station before going for a breakfast of two half-boiled eggs and a ham and cheese sandwich at the coffee shop.

Upon arriving in the familiar institution I call my college, I stumble in to the computer lab, switching on the lights, air-cond and computer, so forth. Oh joy! I’m connected to the Internet. After searching around Google aimlessly for some time, logging into my e-mail and deleting those e-mails I never read yet not reading those I would, listening to some songs, visiting some blogs, it’s almost 9 a.m. Some early birds would have arrived by now, preparing for class while I excuse myself to hide in some isolated studio where I slip into undisturbed dreamland.

Few hours or minutes later, I wake myself, momentarily deciding if I should start my work. Before that idea starts forming into something concrete, I’ve already gone on to slumberland yet again. It’s almost lunch time now, as I greet some familiar faces of those who make the same vigil to college as I do. I open up my pile of butter paper and sketches, looking at my progress and pondering… pondering… pondering. Time for lunch.

My feelings of dread come once or twice in a day. Once, when I turn my head to find the face and eyes of my lecturer staring back at me. Twice, when I turn my head the other way and find the same thing looking back at me at another time in the day. At which point I would usually turn away and run back to the work I’m supposed to be doing so that some degree of guilt would go away. I alternate between CAD and online messaging, or I believe the more flattering would be to say, multi-tasking.

All too soon, it’s almost 6 p.m. Work time is officially over, and mine seems so too. Some more surfing, some downloading, some reading, some listening, before Mum says to call it a day. Probably a dinner if the stomach protests too much, and then the sleeping car ride home.

Few people have asked me what I do everyday in college. I often shrug and give a Even-if-I-told-you,-you-wouldn’t-understand look.

Vortex

Love... a vortex?

love seems like light at the end of the tunnel...

yet within the light, therein lies a deep, dark channel...

*inspired by a post from May's blog

Just Let Me Love You

by Joanne Avanzado

Of all the people in this world, Why is it you that I fell for There could be someone better than you Someone that I can depend on If only I can teach my heart I’ll say I should forget you But even if I tried to My heart still beats for you I know it is wrong And I must learn to be strong Coz your heart is not free It’s with someone all along Let me love you silently Let me hold you in my dreams Just let me feel the way I do To love me back, you don’t have to…

~found from LovePoetry

你，和别人

终于明白
为何你是那么肯定未来
在我还傻傻的，
在我还盼望着，
原来你的未来，
早已在你心中
而我
是多么的希望，
你未来的那份幸福
可以是我给你的。

只能一直对自己说，
从此，你再也不在我的未来里，
在还没拥有，就已失去你
希望说多以后
自己会相信自己所说的
渐渐的接受是事实。

There was Her

The final attack. The most lethal yet.
And I was ambushed too.

The day I could no longer pretend
I never hoped for more.
The day all the signs I chose to ignore
Came to be true, and more.

The day I had a description,
Then a face
Then a name
Then a person
The day I knew there was her.

Can my ability to love like I loved you be taken away, only returning when the time is right?

Driven and Drained

This marks the third time my finals has driven to blog.

I think I'm really just in need of something else to do.
Maybe just searching for an avenue to let all the trapped frustrations within out.

The past few days seems to have passed by in a daze of work, computer, taking meals, getting comments and travelling back and forth to college. Sleep figured little in between, if any at all.

My body seems to have reached a certain point of limitation. I fell asleep unconsciously in front of my computer just now, sitting in my chair. I don't know when it happened, how it happened, and how long it happened.

Friends marvel at this "ability" to fall asleep. I don't see it as an ability. How hard can it be for the body to decide it's taken enough abuse and just "hibernate"?

Within me rage monsters fighting simultaneous battles. One strives to complete the formal college assignment, another argues about the hopelessness and futility of that. One brings up regret and remorse for idling time away, another charges just to move on and not think too much. Yet another thinks about a certain someone, its counterpart proceeding to emphasize another someone. Still another misses home, and another reminds that I'm leaving the other place I call home soon.

Few people are aware that I'm moving from the sisters' house in Subang soon. Next Wednesday is the end of January, and also my tenancy. When I decided to move out, I only wanted to get away from the congestion and overcrowding, as it had seemed. Now, as it approaches, I fail to comprehend a reason why I needed to leave. But there isn't really, a reason not to either. What complicates matters is that I have grown used to yet another place I called home for almost a year.

I'm beginning to treasure the peals of laughter breaking through the house. The gathering of people in the living room, in the kitchen. The long talks with certain one or two late into the night. The quiet of the night where music becomes my companion. My table lighted to segregate my "corner". The wind gently caressing the trees outside. The calmness of the roads at 3 a.m. in contrary to the day activities. The meeting of campus brothers and sisters every week. Going out with them.

Somehow as I wrote, I lost my line of thought. My mind wandered as it wished, soothed by music from The Lake House.

It's a wonder one can feel and think about so many things all at once. I half float around, feeling like I would faint but never managing to do so. I hugged myself tight to ease the urge to scream and break something.

Now back to the project that must be finished...

Final Countdown

Haha.. the title sounds so ominous...

The week before 290107 is here. To the 4th day already, no less. I often get the question, "How many percent have you done?" How do you count anyway? I have no idea how to answer, and I always say, "I don't know..." I'm also actually afraid to face the amount of work I have NOT done, but am supposed to finish.

Been visiting the college almost everday lately. One of the benefits of having a mum who works in the same place that you study in. It's good to ensure that I at least get in a few hours everyday spent on my final project. F-I-N-A-L. I'm having my finals. Can't believe that's the way I'm treating my finals.

Well, I have no idea how to set the pace for my project. Set-up is on Friday, which technically means that's the dateline. But I suppose many people will only do the model after that date. I have no drawings, no perspectives, no model, no board. As of NOW. Am I worried? Yes, to some extent. But I've been aware of squashing the worm of panic that's threatening to overwhelm me.

Why am I crapping here? Just for a reprieve, I guess. Not that I've been hard at work. No... I've been exploring the world of file formats and converting between them on the ever available World Wide Web. No idea why I'm doing such thing at this moment. Not to mention spent a few hours on it too.

It's time for an introspection (reminded from May's blog) again. To evaluate what I really want to do and NEED to do. To look at what I have become. To do some deep thinking.

290107

Haven't been writing something for light reading for some time. Those that simply chronicle the routine of life one goes through everyday. So maybe this serves as an update...

I'm actually in college now. The numbers 290107 signify the date I view with mixed feelings. One, I dread it to come; another, I wish it to come so that it will be over. The day of my final project presentation. Oh the joy! I don't know how to face this actually. But I really am hoping that I can just get it done with and declare myself to have graduated. Haha...

My classmates are kinda split over this I think. Some have finalised their design and are moving on quickly in their work. Some are still stuck and trying to figure their way out. Some are not doing anything at all, trying to get into the mood. I'm kinda in the second category, I guess. I envy those in the first, and identify with those in the third.

My mum is now working in the college instead of school. It's quite funny, how her work place changes with the place I'm studying in. It used to be my alma mater. I was there for 2 years before she transferred to be a teacher there. And now, when I'm almost graduating, she got transferred here. I wonder how my siblings are getting on with their new routine. I hope they're fine.

I kinda miss the days when I was home everyday. I saw my family members everyday. Now, as it has been since 3 years ago, I only see them every weekend, and that for a few hours maybe. Some people see how well I get on with my brother and sister, seeing us chat and not arguing at all. Then another remarked that I haven't been home to argue with anyway. That got to me. I think it's true, actually. We're so busy catching up with our lives the past week that we can't be bothered to argue. Is this something good or bad, I can't determine...

Before I get too nostalgic, I'd better scoot back to my work. I'm so afraid that I'm gonna regret all my procrastination. That's the thing driving me on actually. That, and the fact that I really need to produce something for my finals so that I can continue my studies after I graduate from here.

契约

Actually I wrote this in February last year. I never quite got around to "implementing" it. Haha... Anyway, it kind of fits with what I should do now... So, I need to write this promise to myself. This shall be an agreement, 我的契约。

想好了。

不想再让你怀疑
不想再听你说害怕我
不想再听你说没希望，
不想你远离我。

因为你说在保护我，
所以先说拒绝我。
不想因此而伤心，
不想因此而流泪。

似乎，
唯有我放弃你
才能这样。
但是，
我很抱歉
我知道我不可能做到
也许因为我不想做到。

所以，
从今起，
我会收起
对你所有的感觉，

所有的事情，
所有的思念，
所有的关心，
所有的快乐，
所有的悲伤，
所有的爱。

我并不坚强，
所以我没有把握
也没有信心
能够办到以上的一切。

我只能进我所能，
在家人，朋友面前，
不再提到你，
不再谈到你。

请你给我一点的时间，
把我在你身上的感情
慢慢的收回
但请你不用再警告我
让我自己决定停止
让我自然的了结。

在这清晨
在哭泣
在不舍中
把你藏在
心理的隐秘处。

Twice burned

Somehow, I need to write about this. After all, it IS the thing I most dreaded happening.

A repeat of being broken, numb, and cold.

I started to pray when I saw a new e-mail. Praying it wouldn’t be you.
Then I saw it was indeed you; the first line told me what I dreaded was true.

Reluctantly, I clicked to read what was sure to be another death sentence.

“Impossible”, “nothing else” and “never will change” jumped out at me.
The notion of a time longer than forever.
I started to tremble and sunk in my seat.
At the same time, something warm rose in my eyes and fell.
My vision blurred, my body trembled and chilled.

I didn’t absorb everything. Maybe my mind had tried to close off what it knew would stab at my heart. But I couldn’t bring myself to look once more, to comprehend all. What I knew already brought enough pain.

Why did this attack come again? When I received the first, I hoped it would be the last.

I couldn’t face the computer anymore. I walked away, to curl myself up and let it out. Finally, I went to my bed, and covered myself in a blanket, and sat with my head against the wall. Tears flowed for a while, then dried, then flowed some more.

Cold, broken, numb.

只是一个告别

今天，我对你又有了新的感觉。
发现，虽然和你在一起的时候，不是什么兴奋的事，但还算是幸福吧。
就算没和你说活，但看到你，已经是一种满足。

当一离开你的身边，
我的身体突然好冷，是从内里发出的冷。
心，不安，不舍。
后悔离开，不想让你走开，走远。

理智控制情感，
让自己不回头，
向前走。
每一步好重，好难走。

终于可以回头那时候，
你已经慢慢离开我了。
我们的今天结束了。

只留我一个人。
不知道如何面对失去的人。
第一次变成这样，
心里好像不见了什么。
有一个洞，
忽然开了。

心情很沉重，
心思很混乱，
想流泪解决，
但泪水啊。。。
好像躲起来了。

只是那么简单的告别，
却能让我变成这样。
完蛋了。。。
我完蛋了。。。