Showing posts with label tribute.... Show all posts
Showing posts with label tribute.... Show all posts

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Mr Aaron Ong Yun Loong

this is a post honouring my partner in CRIMES in uni days..

and NO he is not and wasnt my bf  but we can go as crazy as we can get..(and i guess, to him, the ‘crimes’ we did were just mediocre..LOL)

so how crazy?as i can remember:

1. sneaked out of a boring lecture together XD (okay! CRIME!!)

2. laughed about the DiGi train until the people looked at us like we just ate some poisonous laughing fruits..

it’s like this. there was once Rapid KL has PUTRA LINE trains installed with their respective advertisers’ slogans as notification for stops.(also, their whole interior and exterior) so DiGi’s one were in a super high pitched tone (like nobody’s business) saying: I love Digi! and then we acted and laughed at this. i know. LAME! somehow i said: aiyo better not be DiGi train later lor..then we kept talking about it until…..we were inside the train and we heard: Next stop, Bangsar. xxxxx..I Love DiGi! then.. we laughed non-stop =0=”

[there were KFC and McD as well which even tells you which stop has McD nearby!]

3. chased after a bus all the way from campus junction to sec 14 and then realised it’s not the bus we wanted =0=” seriously siao!

4. TRAVELLED all around like the Rapid KL is opened by me. =p like, as long as we have time, mana mana pun boleh. but normally i rush home quite soon la haha.. [hah! now you know partially why i can tell you the public transport route when you ask me LOL!]

5. taught me how to hxxk people’s comp! (but trust me i forgot edi!!) CRIME!!

 

seriously, when i moved from ipoh to KL it was ok. taking rented room and stuff like that. then soon, i had to travel a distance to and from campus, much like a local. so usually, i will meet him or follow him to LRT station and take the route home. and at times we will even meet ah shing, sim sim, or allina.

seriously, if it was not them, my travel route would be less fun.

but for the last and longest part of the route, usually i will spend it by myself..either being all emo or sleeping in it..and when classes so unfortunately landed on the ever primed 9to5 hours, i will get to have to sleep longer before i reach home coz of the jam..

there is just this nostalgic tragic sympathetic   part when you travel with all these familiar 9to5 faces..like, fret not, they are all in it with you.. =_= you can even know like, hey, why does he get down here today?i thought [fill in the blank] like that..

those days, the happiest part must have been the gatherings part when we dont have classes or have special occasions =”(

ok la emo enough its time to sleep. G’NIGHT!

 

p/s: go home to your loved ones!

Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Malaysians are cool lar!!

okay just a quickie here,i was FB-surfing when i come across this.

**sigh* this means click the word ‘this’ in the sentence above, IF, somehow, you dont know*

 

it was so funny but so true to our culture!!

and i suddenly remember Queen Juliana’s , Her Royal Majesty punya “Royal Special Performances” !!  (nah, she’s not a real royalty, mind you =p just a nick)

OMG!! such moments!!she can actually play so many accents and people!! and we were always so ‘engrossed’ in her performances!!

awwww!! such moments!! =)

 

okay have to attend to my other tasks now, ta! =)

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Dear Diary,

 

how should i describe the feelings of these few days?

it was excitement on one side, nonetheless..

havoc,clashes on the other side…..

but i see lots of love, especially you, tho it was late.

with the loves, i brace myself towards the hardass obstacles and broke it.

victory. i must tell that to myself.

and now its work. yes. officially a teacher.

frankly, gotta think of some strategies and start reading that classroom management book already.

*thanks anitata, for seeing my tears…..loves. xoxo.

now, back from the one day trip,

im again emo to the max.

=_=

i know its so hard for you to recognise someone in your heart. so i shall just silently do/play my part well. stick to my belief. A~

 

*i actually wanted to blog about me, back in Ipoh. but i guess that later, really too emo to blog about that. =(

Friday, 4 September 2009

Another Choo places his life on the line for his country-by Major (Rtd) D.Swami

 

Friday, September 04, 2009

I am talking about Choo Hou Ran. He was doing his sixth form in Anglo Chinese School, Ipoh in the year 2007. He dropped out of school when he successfully passed the interview to become a Navy Cadet. What is unique about this Choo is that he is the third generation of Choo's to place his life on the line for Malaysia. I attended his passing out parade on the 11th July 2009 at the Lumut Naval Base. He was commissioned by the King. I would like to thank his sister Vivienne and his brother Kelvin for some of the photos they forwarded to me. Here is a video clip of that memorable occasion.


Here is the link to youtube
The first generation of Choo's who served in the forces was of course his grandad, he is the guy in the centre on top of the cabin of the truck. I had written about him previously, he also happens to be my father in law.

Then there is Choo Hou Ran's grand uncle,he is the shortest guy in the centre of this image, who also happens to be a valour award winner.
He is Sergeant Choo Woh Soon - Pingat Gagah Berani During Operation "Seladang"(Gaur). Read his story here, on how he killed the enemy.
Finally his Dad, Petty Office Choo Kam Ming who joined the Royal Malaysian Navy.
More pictures of his dad are found here here.

 

 

 

i was so touched when i received this post =*)

please do click the links to see details! hah! i’ve never imagined it was a 3 generation thingy!

good post uncle!! =)

Friday, 20 February 2009

The ‘Hairy Fruit Cape’

Upon stepping in the very small town from a connecting road from the suburb Bercham, it feels just like any other old and quiet town in many other parts of Malaysia. The town that is filled with low shop lots, a small market, mosque and temples, houses as well as lots of coconut trees. But one thing will definitely struck the mind of first time visitors of this town, making them wary of the people around them.

Nine miles from Ipoh, this is the place where people here have always been associated with psychiatric patients. The reason for that is no other than the psychiatric hospital built just behind the train station here.

This is actually logical as the town, ‘ hairy fruit cape’, or Tanjung Rambutan, prospered because of the Hospital Bahagia Ulu Kinta, according to an old resident here. It is funny to the residents here, when innocent visitors thought that this town should be filled with lunatics or mentally ill people.

There was even an old but popular saying, “send person X to Tanjung Rambutan lah”, which means that person X must be mad or crazy and must be sent to the asylum. That could be a joke or means serious business but anyhow, it showed how significant this town has made for an asylum. In fact, for some shy residents, they rather not let others know that their hometown is this particular town that housed the psychiatric patients.

This is rude but true, only when you go through the guarded gate of the hospital.
Even then, the view within is also not one would have thought logically. The place is not dark, gloomy nor filled with eerie figures. It is actually a heavenly grassland with lots of coconut trees, palm trees, and colonial buildings clustered here and there, with some new buildings built in recent years. That includes the half wooden chalets for staffs and many jail-like stone buildings of wards.

It is unbelievable but true. A story from locals is that a British couple with psychological illnesses came here for a retreat, and decided that this little hilly area could be perfect for people to recuperate. The couple later suggested to the government then to build a hospital here, for the benefit of those who needs it.

A story it is but indeed, the hospital was built here in 1910 with the land suggested by Dr W.F. Samuels, and he himself as the first medical superintendent here.

Completed in 1910, it was named the ‘Federal Lunatic Asylum’ at that time. With 3 male wards and one for female separated by a kitchen, the asylum started operating. In 1928, it was renamed as ‘Central Mental Hospital’.

In the 70s, to place a more positive image on the developing psychiatric treatments and its medical field, it was renamed again. This time, as Hospital Bahagia Ulu Kinta. And it grew from there being one of the renowned psychiatric hospital in Malaysia.

With 544 acres of land, 300 were used for buildings. The rest of the land was reserved for agricultural activities. However, in 2007, 41 acres of the land was given to Ulu Kinta College of Health Sciences. In fact, areas around also includes the less popular Maktab Perguruan Ulu Kinta and a ranger camp, as well as the hiking spot to Mount Korbu from here.

Now, there are 79 wards with 54 of them being the male wards and beds above 2000. According to a former attendant, at one point, the hospital reaches an amout of above 4000 patients.

The former attendant added that there were three shifts for them to watch over the patients, especially those in the ‘suicide’ block, where the patients have a high possibility of attempting suicide.

It was also heard that there was also a trial room around the institution during the Japanese occupation. The place mentioned has now turned into a welfare home.

Out of the hospital area, immediately beside is the brown old train station. Looking at the 19th century train station, it easily evokes one’s memory of the good old smoky trains by Keretapi Tanah Melayu. The sign board bearing the station’s name is still standing strong beside the entrance.

Hundred years ago, it was the major way for the Chinese squatter vegetable farmers to sell their produce all over Malaya.

Now, with the occasional KTMB (the formerly Keretapi Tanah Melayu is now Keretapi Tanah Melayu Berhad) cargo coaches passing by, the train has been converted into a local Malay eatery. Now, isn’t that more original or authentic than the ‘Kluang Station’ food and beverage franchise?

The mamak shack below did not do any renovation, as it still has the same old blue wooden plaques for the ‘walls’ from decades ago. They still serve the the tarik and roti canai to the locals, who usually will park their motorcycles just by the road side to enjoy their breakfast or brunch. To them, nothing beats these good old Malaysian favorites every morning.

Along the main road has the notable Tenaga Nasional Berhad building, a sekolah kebangsaan (government national school) S.K. Methodist with its nursery cum chapel, a vernacular Tamil school, as well as the old post office which is now full of weed.

It is saddening looking at the abandoned old building, which once served for the locals here. During weekdays where it operates, people can be seen queuing up, not only to send letters or parcels, but paying water and electricity bills as well, along with many other services it once provided.

One thing to take note is the building’s structure. It is the structure of the so called ‘government house’ which is similar to the Malay kampung houses.

There was a red post box which one will throw in their letters to be sent. However, it is nowhere to be seen now. No trace left behind for a feature which was once so common for everyone then.

Turning in from the corner from the train station, one will see the vernacular Chinese school, S.J.K. ( C ) Tat Choi. It was said that this school was set up by the local Philomatic Union, the reading club.

The sign bears the year 1929, commemorated as the 18th year of the Republic of China (da zhung hua min guo) which is established by Dr Sun Yat Sen.

In fact, there were many supporters of Dr Sun Yat Sen among the locals here who helped set up this school.

Walking into the inner street is the main shop rows. The colonial style building and peeling paint layers on the pillars and walls tell people their age and what they have been through.

One of the shop is the tailoring shop, which still make old fashioned or vintage coats, blazers and dresses. The wood and glass display shelves and cabinet are still there, seems to be trying to retain its glory.

The Indian barber shop is still operating, with the strong smell of its cologne bursting out from it. Opposite of it lays the old style pawn shops and the school’s alumni lot, with several sundry shops.

The coffee shops or kopitiams here shall not be forgotten, as they are still serving the taste buds that have eaten there decades ago. Ah, again, doesn’t that evoke the same feeling you have for the ‘Old Town Kopitiam’ franchise, or even stronger?
Apart from the economic various fried ( that is, fried vermicelli and different kinds of noodles), wan tan mee (dumplings noodle), kopi-O-gau (thick expresso), local toast from white fluffy bread, kayas (sweet coconut paste), perfect soft-boiled eggs, it also serve some of the most crunchy, nice-to-be-bitten yao zha guai and ham jin peng(Cantonese: the various fried doughs).

Every Sunday, this street will be closed for the pasar minggu (weekend market), which have stalls selling almost everything. Most important of all, it is very muhibah as it is not monotonous but includes people from all races. Thus, it is not surprise to find silver pots and sundries, kuih and Chinese herbs here all in one place.

Further down is the wet market which operates every day. It is just a platform under one roof, with lanes for customers to walk. Around the market would be the wooden stalls for different kinds of cooked food as well as the sundries. At the side, the balai raya (community hall) stood still without much noise.

The river beside is the Sungai Kinta which has turned murky. According to one of the residents here, it was clear during the olden days but has turned murky due to the deforestation further up the area. The mud from the loosened ground has gone into the river after the tree was removed. Plus, people used to throw their garbage into the river then, leaving it ‘disfigured’ from its original look.

One side of the river stands the police station. The other side was the mosque and temples for Sikh and Hindus.

The road there, Jalan Majlis, was once Jalan Caulfield from the British era.
Now, every year, the Hindu temples still raise major functions during Deepavali and Thaipusam. Devotees will be seen walking bare-footed with milk jugs on head to the major prayers held there.

It is nostalgic looking at this town. There is really not much difference from the same scene decades ago. Well, maybe some cars and people and posters.

The extremely slow development, or rather, ‘stunted growth’ of this town is probably nostalgic as well. The youth has been to the towns nearby to work or live. It is strange enough when the town nearby such as Ipoh Garden, Bercham and Tambun has gained such huge population and fame (for shopping centres, tourists spots and the new Sunway water theme park) while this town remain quiet and proceeding at its own pace.

In a therapeutic way, maybe it is good to remain in that condition, as a form of preservation to what our ancestors has started and lived for.

*end note: the writer has followed his attendant uncle into the Hospital Bahagia Ulu Kinta to take pictures discreetly, although taking pictures or any sort of recording is strictly prohibited from the institution. However, fate decided that the videos and pictures to be taken away in a ‘laptop damage’, probably as a punishment for recording illegally.

A dedication to the writer’s paternal family, especially her grandfather, and the town itself.

Sunday, 4 January 2009

NOT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES

my 'luggage' is still on the floor, and i have not bath yet...but i'm so dying to write down about these few days...

for my life in uni, i was finally in the exco (ahem,so called la) team for orientation...with blazer and walkie talkie, can make annoucement that type...haha...

and i have so many types of feelings in me that i don't know how to describe it...

but i'm thankful,for everyone, and for we've made this event through...(i don't dare to say success coz i have not heard from any DSA or VIP on how they feel about this time, especially when we've a new president =='')

well, it began with the interview, which i only remember how nervous i was, and bel and vinu sitting there. =='' and later vinu told me about what the officer said (ok,secret)

then the meetings were always a hilarious one, not as i thought with much finger pointing and all. but of course with worries and hiccups...

and friday, where we were busy from morning til evening. setting up, last meeting before that...important briefing etc etc...oh,and not to forget being nagged by somebody on serving VIPs...==''but in the end it really helped hehe...

and today,haha... let's see, i want to thank shing shing and teng teng for helping me out, and their nervous face when they have to serve the VIPs...hahaha....ok la sorry la but very hilarious...the way you all jump down from lazy-ing on the banquet tables.hahah...o ya, that includes you,steph,sze ru and two other helpers...xp

i'm sure teng teng and shing shing you both get some experience hor? being bugged by caring parents, students...and not to forget having to block the students from sneaking out from the hall...hahhaa....(fuyoh...i tell you ah, bergaya you know those guys....thumbs up,because i thought you guys scared the freshies and alot of them came back even after lunch break...hahha...)

and talking about McD should sponsor us the meals since our Op Room was filled with packets of McD meals,which they bought in the morning.

what else, oh, DC's '2nd' video shoot (yeap, apart form the Nescafe, =p)...directed by bel for ice breaking prog...hahah...super matching with the ice breaking's promotion....hahah..initially i thought of telling the MCs to tell them to look for the main characters,but in the end,they just point it out where DC was. ==''' ok la ok la...

ahem no no, you can't watch it yet, photos and vidoe are not with me yet...blame it on my bluetooth also although i have some on my phone...

well,nites...yeap...i know,boring...yeah...

oh,well done everyone =)

*ahem* don't know how many will notice me and recognise me huh?hahaha...

edit:
went to ice breaking today, the attendance was..well..acceptable considering the even worse situation we've heard...and took some pictures again...aha, yeap, in my phone too...vinu promised to get me my usb bluetooth adaptor on saturday =D and bel lending me the photoshop CD...woohoo!! after fixing my sound card it'll be almost the same again!!(i mean my lappy)

Thursday, 29 May 2008




A Man’s Passion and Pride for the Daring Life-it's fathers day...=)

[actually it's my assignment of feature writing lah..haha..]




If you happened to bump into this manager in Ipoh’s Tesco Extra, you would see him wearing formal shirt-and-tie attire, taking a walkie-talkie with him, busy coordinating at one time, and laughing out loud with his colleague at another.




But, you would never imagine this dark man with big belly, who is in his forties, have once led a life serving in the Royal Malaysian Navy (RMN) with loyalty, discipline, and the dare to face anything that might fall upon our homeland.




John Choo Kam Ming is one of those who are brave, strong and passionate enough to join the daring team in the Malaysian sea. It is a life that few of us can imagine, not to say to brave ourselves to join the force and experience the life.




Born to the former Homeguard Corporal Choo Who Hup and his wife in 1961 in Tanjung Rambutan, Ulu Kinta, Perak, John had his first exposure of the force in a very early stage. In fact, his uncle, Choo Who Soon was a Sergeant in the army at that time too. However, things have yet to bring him to make the decision to join the service.




In the village surrounding the Psychiatric Hospital, he grew up with the kids whose parents and relative are working in the Psychiatric Hospital, running around the coconut trees or go to the Kinta River to have a splash. The kids are from different races and mingled freely with each other.




“I learnt to swim then in the Kinta River but never perfect or professional until I was trained in Navy.”




“The small village has not changed much; they still have only one market and three rows of shop houses. The development seemed to stop just right there”, he added.




As a Chinese, he never went to the local ‘new village Chinese school’ but instead, the nearest Methodist school. His two elder sisters were English educated as him and has since graduated from nursing courses. His three younger siblings were sent to the local Chinese school, but did not manage to finish the basic education then.




His father has not studied formally much. Thus, he was hoping the girls and boys can finish their basic education, believing in the power of education to turn poverty down. From his father’s anger that the younger had chosen to stop schooling, John is even more determined to strive for better grades and extensions in education.




Anglican Chinese School or ACS was one of the town schools teaching with English then. He had to travel by public bus to the town and walk quite a long distance to reach his school every morning. His two elder sisters were also in the Main Convent School in the other side of Ipoh town then but they stayed in the school dormitories.




Despite all of the tiredness and difficulty to school, he never gave up. He simply knew that education is important from his father’s anger for his younger siblings.




During his schooling years, he was very active in sports such as hockey and running. He participated in various competitions and has won prizes from that. He finished his study until MCE (a general exam for the Form 5 students then).




That, was his last before he joined RMN.




When asked the reason of joining RMN, he replied, “ I saw the recruitment notice in newspaper and I thought, ‘why not?’ since my grades was not good and have no idea what to do after graduating.” On such simple reason, this man has indeed done things that are more than simple.




Despite he worked very hard to get good grades like his sisters(his sisters had both went for nursing courses, the eldest was even offered to study in United Kingdom), he didn’t make it to the higher level of Form 6. Thus, having ample exposure on the subject of the forces and nowhere else to head to, he answered to the notice in the newspaper.




At that time in the late 70s, ‘recruits’ (as they call it) were trained in KD Pelandok in Sembaway, Singapore. So was he. They all grabbed a luggage bag, board the transport readied for them, and headed to Singapore for a life of unsure.




In Singapore, he was trained particularly in Physical, while learning basic Naval terms. He has also been to Woodland and KD Malaya under the Pelandok.




He finally ‘Passed Out’ after 6 months of training. In other words, he was considered graduated and was officially serving the nation in Lumut’s Naval Base of Tentera Diraja Malaysia. (The base has changed to Lumut since then.)




He smiled and said that they were required to look for a girlfriend to be a company on their ‘Passing Out’ ceremony, and “It’s an order!”




After months of training in what they call Kepakaran (specialisation), he held the post of Physical Trainer to the new batches. Although he usually does his job within the base, he goes up on ship as an Abel Seaman, and travelled to Indonesia, Thailand and the whole Malaysia.




In addition to that, he had also served as judges in games like SUKMA for Taekwondo and swimming.




His students or juniors that he has taught have since ‘finished contract’ or pull-out of Navy, with only some of them remaining in other petty posts.




“ I still remember that the Chief Navy then was Datuk Tanabalah Singam. Several people has taken the post since but I ended my service during Datuk Sri Sheriff Ishak’s administration”, he said.




He added that the things in Navy have also changed a lot since he resigned from his post in the Base.




Asking on weapons that usually scare us normal beings, he said, “It was nothing (using a weapon like gun), just pure loud sounds and impact from it. We were just learning the basics.”




At this point, have those make you think of wars and fights? He confirmed that they learn only the basic knowledge on those, which are combat skills and war terms. Besides that, life-saving and ‘renang selat’ (cross strait swims) were also some of the activities they do.




When I was in doubt at the truth of the word ‘selat’, he confirmed to me that they had really swim across the Melaka Strait. Suppressing my shock, I listened as he describe the sensation swimming in the sea, not even near to the shore.




“You won’t drown, naturally, because it’s sea water (salty). It’s not cold swimming there too. Basically, you don’t have to worry because there will be a ship following you to check on you.”
He continues to tell of an incident that happened in sea during his service.




“I was swimming in the sea with my friends when I felt something stinging my left leg. It’s a jelly-fish, a poisonous one indeed.” He was sent to the hospital in time and is thus saved.




He also revealed a unique point of view on the term ‘torture’ in forces. For your information, tortures are the ways personnel in service train and punish their subordinates. It includes actions that at times humiliating and painful for the person instructed to do so. That includes powerful canning, push-ups on tarred road, and whatever ideas the superior could think of.
Back to his view on ‘torture’, he said that he just takes it as a form of punishment as there’s no rational in the force other than to obey your superiors. “I’d just accept it. It’s my job.” True enough that he has proven his outstanding ability to bare those in Navy.




Now, things are not that bad and exhausting. According to him, accommodation is quite well managed and is comfortable enough for a decent living. As one claims higher rank, one’s accommodation is indeed better. In fact, the highest rank he’d claimed was Sergeant, resembling a chief physical instructor then.




As entertainment, he would go out of base with his friends and eat-out or shop in Sitiawan or small towns near to the base.




“The curfew was 12 a.m. and as long as you have nothing to do, you can go out and have fun”, he said.




However, he pointed out that they can not go further than those places because if emergency happens, a pick-up truck will come around and pick them up while announcing the emergency all the way down. If one has not applied leave and went out further than that, they will get punished, or ‘torture’.




His friends who were in the same batch with him has since retired or left the Navy. “They have either ‘finished contract’ or pensioned. And I still miss the time together then, although I still have some of the contact and call for a meet-up occasionally.”




In 1985, he married Lew Soo Ying, who was a teacher and their eldest daughter was born the next year. They have a daughter and three sons in total, with the youngest still in primary school.




Coincidentally, his wife’s elder brother was also a dentist serving in the same base later.




“ I have no regret that I’ve joined Navy”, he stated. One of the evidences is the insistence on discipline on his children, all of whom grew up under his strict ‘enforcement’ and disciplines. In fact, the perseverance and inter-personal skills has helped him a lot in his jobs after Navy.




Now, working in Tesco Extra Ipoh, his management skills and leadership has earned recognition from his superiors and respects from his subordinates. This is seen when the initial Makro Ipoh was taken over by Tesco and he was invited to remain in the position, with potential promotion as area manager overlooking several states’ Tesco Extra stores.




One can see his pride and passion in his eyes when he talks about RMN. This passion has since passed on to his eldest son, who is also in Lumut’s Navy Base training as a cadet. And thus, he’s even prouder that blood has passed on.







From Left: Cadet Choo Hou Ran, John Choo Kam Ming and writer.
John Choo posing on the ship in one of those earlier years.
John Choo with wife Lew Soo Ying.

Wednesday, 30 April 2008







Mum


We all have been through the rebellious years (erm… right, maybe not everyone?)

And I would declare myself among the most rebellious daughters, sans crimes.

The proof? I would debate with my mum for things that I really can’t stand and that I feel wrong with.

The worst is to debate and accuse it directly on my mum.

Hah. But who would think I would be able to understand why she had been like that now.

We just have to admit that we mightn’t have been through all the life experiences that she’d been through and thus just hold on to whatever mighty theories on our own mind.

She’s neither all correct nor all wrong, but just have her own way that she thought would be the best for us, and whoever she cares, of course.

SO, I think I would take the good ones and identify and eliminate the bad ones, of course.

I’m thinking whether I, as the first child, have inherited the best of both sides? *smirk*

GOURMET FOOD

Some says xxx is the best chef, and that the dishes from the chef are the best. But actually the best chef is our own mother.

She fed us with her breast milk since we’re born, and we’ve since been ‘express’ our favouritism to food to her. ‘Urgh, mummy, I want a soft boil egg, not a hard one!* dump the spoon*’

In fact, our mouth is accommodated to her cooking since. That’s why we say what taste best taste like mum’s. Though I occasionally pakat with my dad to cheat on mum and eat out. NOT, my fault.

AUNT AGONY

Huh? Did I write it right?

Psychologist might be the best option when we have some *heart* problem.

But mum knows that when we might just need a large pizza or a bucket of chocolate ice cream. Or, simply a sleep without disturbance.

MOST DEDICATED HEALTH CARE SUPERVISOR

When the nurses might ‘pfuit’ on us, mum still stay beside us 24/7.

Is that dedicated or what?

Lastly, just be amaze at how mum raised us up. Look at yourself now.

Hah. Gotcha.

~carnation cupcake for mum~so cute and girlie!!!!!




















Friday, 14 March 2008

its a cultural day today!!!!!hehe...






hmmmm....since i'm doing 'cultural', i also have some 'historical' pics to share...




hehe..now,curious?interested?

Saturday, 29 December 2007





well,i guess my blog is kinda messy now..didn't have any idea or mood to redecor it...

i searched the paper today after my junior rang me up on midnight...

i was already going into 'deep' slumber when she did that..=_="" i can't sleep for a good session lately FYI,and that call made my sleep even harder...

so then, she told me about someone's death...suicide....the girl was in the chinese orchestra with me...was in the same age with me...

she actually has a record of mental stress or some sort of..dunno..but she was such a nice girl...although we're not so close...

she jumped off from a hotel in my hometown on monday...

why...??....

what's the need?

now i really can't understand....


*sigh*...R.I.P. Connie....