Hi!
I’ve moved to http://clairine.blogspot.com and will no longer be updating this blog on Friendster. Hope you guys like reading my new blog, although the updates may not be very frequent cos life here is pretty hectic. Do visit and check out the pics I’ve posted there.
See ya!
Layer ONE: On the outside
Name: Clairine/my girlies call me "Claire Bear" and I have no idea why it has stuck til this time
Birth date: 29th of September, 1987
Current status: Single and unavailable
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair color: Black
Righty or lefty: Righty
Zodiac sign: Libra
Layer TWO: On the inside
Your heritage: By my name, I’m Cantonese. But if you analyse my grandparents’ lineage, I’m actually half-Hokkien which is totally embarrassing for me since I cannot understand Hokkien at all.
Your fears: Growing old. Getting fat. Sitting on planes. Failing exams. Getting sick. Losing my loved ones. Death and dying. Elephants. I have an irrational fear of elephants.
Your weaknesses: Impatience. Very horrid procrastination. Indecisiveness. Occasional unsociable behavior.
Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni with mushrooms and extra cheese.
Layer THREE: Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: just 10 more minutes please
Your bedtime: Depends. I consider any hour before 2 am "early", so you can probably figure this out yourself.
Your most missed memory: My childhood. Way back when I was fearless and fun, and definitely smarter and more creative than I am now.
Layer FOUR: Your pick
Pepsi or coke: Pepsi
McDonald’s or Burger King: McD
Single or group dates: single
Adidas or Nike: Nike
Lipton tea or nestea: Not fond of tea
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee but only when I need to stay up to study
Layer FIVE: Do you
Smoke: No
Curse: Not if I can help it
Layer SIX: In the past month
Drank alcohol: Yes
Gone to the mall: Is this question even necessary?
Been on stage: No
Eaten sushi: Yes
Dyed your hair: Never
Layer SEVEN: Have you ever?
Played a stripping game: No
Changed who you were to fit in: It’s a part of life, isn’t it?
Layer EIGHT
Age you’re hoping to be married: 28 or whenever I’ve managed to make up my mind long enough to be even able to marry anyone
Layer NINE: In a girl/guy
Best eye colour: In a girl, green. In a guy, brown.
Best hair colour: In a girl, brown. In a guy, black.
Short of long hair: Medium?
Layer TEN: What were you doing
1 minute ago: This
1 hour ago: Having a shower
4.5 hours ago: Watching tv
1 month ago: Enjoying life after finals
1 year ago: Working
Layer ELEVEN: Finish the sentence
I love: to be loved.
I feel: irritated that I have an eye infection.
I hate: CATS.
I hide: my true desires.
I miss: SS15.
I need: to accept the decisions I’ve made and stop looking back.
Layer TWELVE: Tag five people
1. Alex
2. Grace
3. I don’t know.
4. I don’t know!!!
5. I don’t know!!!!!!!!!!!11111
Normally I don’t bother blogging about stuff like this, but this article is too poignant for me to ignore.
I love Malaysia, but are we ready to turn 50?
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Taken from Economist.com
http://www.economist.com/world/asia/PrinterFriendly.cfm?story_id=8362605
Putting the Malaise into Malaysia
November 30, 2006
As the country approaches its 50th birthday, racial and religious tensions are jeopardising its economic and social success
UPROAR is still raging in Malaysia over inflammatory speeches at the annual congress of the ruling United Malays National Organisation (UMNO) in mid-November. One delegate talked of being ready to “bathe in blood” to defend the race and religion of the Malay Muslim majority against the ethnic Chinese and Indian minorities. The education minister, no less, brandished a keris (traditional dagger), only to be urged by another delegate to start using it. The affair has brought into focus Malaysians’ worries that, as their country nears its 50th birthday next year, its remarkable economic and social success is at risk from the increasingly separate lives its three main races are living.
Last weekend these anxieties were voiced by the crown prince of Perak, one of the country’s constituent states. He recalled that in his boyhood the races mixed far more freely; nowadays most children go to single-race schools. The prince regretted that some Malay-majority schools have made girls wear headscarves and even told pupils to avoid non-Malays’ homes. Malaysians’ spirit of give-and-take, he lamented, had been replaced by the idea that progress was a zero-sum game among the races.
Apart from some deadly riots in 1969, the country has so far done remarkably well in handling the awkward racial mix it inherited when the Malaysian peninsula gained independence from Britain in 1957 (Britain’s colonies on Borneo joined the union later). The Chinese, now around a quarter of the population, arrived in colonial times to work the country’s tin mines. The Indians, now around one-tenth, mainly came to work on plantations. Neither group intended to stay forever but many did. The Malays’ fears of being marginalised in their own land grew as the Chinese came to dominate business and the Indians the professions.
At independence, a “social contract” was struck in which the Indians and Chinese got citizenship while the indigenous peoples received privileged access to state jobs and education. After the 1969 riots, a far-reaching positive-discrimination policy was introduced, with the aim of increasing the indigenous groups’ share of business ownership from just 4% to 30%.
Supporters of this policy say it has kept the peace, enabling Malaysia to achieve impressive economic growth. Opponents say it has widened the divide between rich UMNO wheeler-dealers and their less fortunate Malay brethren. UMNO itself, having led the country’s development for decades, has become perhaps its greatest handicap. The Malay chauvinism and economic nationalism in its ranks are hobbling progress towards reforming and privatising the big government-linked companies, thereby discouraging both domestic and foreign private investment. The fate of Proton, a carmaker is emblematic: the government has dithered for months over whether to risk UMNO’s ire by selling it to a foreign buyer.
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Once an emerging Asian champion, Malaysia is slipping down the league. Its stockmarket is falling behind its rivals (see chart). Last year, foreign direct investment was worth only $4 billion, down from $4.6 billion in 2004. Despite having a big base in Malaysia, Intel is putting its new chipmaking plant in Vietnam. A key test of whether the government can boost investment, says Vince Leusner of the American Malaysian Chamber of Commerce, will be agreement on a free-trade pact it is negotiating with America. Concessions will be needed on such tricky issues as letting foreign firms bid for government contracts. To win greater access to the American market—Malaysia’s largest—the prime minister, Abdullah Badawi, must brave the wrath of his UMNO backbenchers.
Nor Mohamed Yakcop, the deputy finance minister, points out that the government has a good record on delivering economic reforms—such as last year’s loosening of the ringgit’s peg to the dollar—despite political noise. But with Vietnam, China and India competing harder for investment, Malaysia has to build on its strengths as a relatively advanced, liberal country and seek more high-technology and creative businesses. Such businesses need talented people—and the widening ethnic and religious gap is encouraging a brain drain, says Azmi Sharom, a law lecturer at the University of Malaya.
Although a national discussion is plainly needed on how to renew Malaysia’s social contract and stop its races growing further apart, Mr Badawi has so far tried to close down this debate. He rejected proposals to create an “inter-faith council” and has told Article 11, a group named after the constitutional clause guaranteeing religious freedom, to stop organising public discussions. Malik Imtiaz Sarwar, a Muslim lawyer and leader of Article 11, says that UMNO leaders feel compelled to emit fiery religious rhetoric to outflank PAS, an Islamist opposition party.
Mohamed Jawhar Hassan, the head of ISIS, a think-tank, says that Malays’ desire for more overt expression of their Islamic faith, and Chinese and Indian parents’ desire to educate their children separately, are “social forces, much more powerful than any government”. Passing laws may not be enough to stem the drifting apart of the races. But there are few other ideas on how to preserve social harmony and prosperity, two huge achievements of which any country turning 50 could be proud.
My poor eye.
My poor eye!!!
My left eye has an infection now.
It’s swollen.
It’s really swollen.
It’s reddish.
I can’t see properly when I look left.
But above all, it’s PAINFUL.
It’s really painful.
It’s really, really, really painful.
My poor eye.
*****
Last Friday I went out with Grace and Wan Qi to 1 Utama and we literally shopped until we nearly dropped… at least that’s true for Grace and I. From 11 am to 8 pm! We were walking and walking and walking and the only time we weren’t walking was when we went to Bakerzin and had a mid-afternoon tea time which ended up becoming our lunch.
Counter clockwise starting from the upper left… some ice-cream I can’t remember the name, some chocolate raspberry thing I can’t remember the name, vanilla and hot chocolate pana cotta, new york cheesecake, caramel vanilla pana cotta, and claira (haha I only remember this cos it sounds a bit like my name).
Basically we just sat and chit-chatted and camwhored a lil bit for an hour or so… in the middle of our conversation there was a black-out in the place. But everything was fine a while later. Just a temporary black out. The pana cotta was excellent! We shared, 3 for RM13.50. Next time I go there, I’m eating 3 for myself! *greedy look*
Grace and I shopped around for a lot of winter clothing. I ended up buying a white turtleneck sweater, a grey wool hoodie sweater, two mittens, two beanies, four socks, a long-sleeve shirt, a Paul Frank rock monkey t-shirt, three nail polishes from Ionti, a french manicure set, and a spaghetti strap from Somerset Bay. All in all it was about RM500 *gasp*
And Wan Qi was soooo sweet for just tagging along patiently watching Grace and I choose winter clothing!
That’s enough winter clothing for me, though. I doubt I can fit any more into my luggage.
We learned that 1) don’t leave your down feather jacket in the sun and 2) wool and cashmere are the warmest materials for sweaters, don’t go for holey stuff even though it looks nice.
*****
Whereas todayyy I went out with my girlies! Finally, back from Melbourne, Australia! We hung out in my room for a while before making a move to Midvalley. We went straight to Esquire for lunch and I actually ate 4 flower paus. I can’t believe myself. Do I wanna lose weight or not!? And I can some more eat 4 flower paus. Ugh. Ok nemind. Next time I’ll try not to eat so horrendously much.
We took pictures in front of the gingerbread house! You knew this was coming…
I was having a bad hair day + my poor, poor, poor eye… so I wasn’t very photogenic lah. But the gingerbread houses were adorable! I think I prefer these decorations to last years "winter wonderland". Anyway, we went to only a few shops but we left Midvalley very happy people. Our route was basically… the same… old… usual… trail…
I managed to get something from Vincci, Metrojaya (Somerset Bay), and Miss Selfridge :oD
Leen bought a gray spag top from MNG and Mayn bought the same spag as me but in purple. After that, we went home and I decided to take a look at the presents that Leen and Mayn got me from Australia…
Leen got me… caramel koalas. Caramel Tim-tams. Caramel Kit kat bar. Caramel… hazelnut chocolate bar. A pair of diva earrings, and a care bears t-shirt. She actually went out and got me another birthday card too, since her birthday present to me got lost in the stupid Malaysia post office system. So sweet of her! *touched*
Mayn got me almond cookies from Macau, an Alice band and a butterfly purse from Australia. So so so sweet of her too… an Alice band is just what I need right now (seeing as the hair dresser cut my fringe so damn short last week).
After munching on one caramel koala bear which are btw delicious, please do get some if you go to Australia (and don’t forget me!), I took a look at the back of my new Miss Selfridge jeans…
I decided it looked kinda plain. A bit too plain.
It might look better with something on it. Some sort of decorations.
Hmmm.
After thinking about it for a while, trying out different designs and patterns in my mind, 66 diamond crystals and a hot iron later… I ended up with this!
Want a close-up?
Well, even if you don’t, here is a close-up anyway :oD
And that concludes my day!
My room is so incredibly messy…
It’s really, really, really so so so messy…
I dunno what to do with this horrendously messy room!
I’m just too lazy to clean it…
I guess I’m just too lazy in general. In general, I am a lazy person.
I don’t know why I just can’t get myself to get up and MOVE and CLEAN up my room.
Ugh…
I don’t know if I have what it takes. At least I don’t think I do. I really, really, really don’t think I have what it takes…
Perhaps I’m aiming too high too soon. It’s too soon to say what the future will be like. And I am aiming too high for something that I might not even be able to achieve.
Don’t really know when I became this way. I would honestly like to say that I care more about knowledge than I do about grades… but in fact, do I? I don’t know when I started to become this way… like a… robot.
Am I making the right decision? I don’t know either. I am afraid it might not be the right decision. But I cannot change my mind now, it’s too late.
My past is coming back to haunt me. How do I forget things that I’d rather not remember? I wonder if there is a way to do some hypnosis so that I can be hypnotized into believing nothing of the like really happened. Wouldn’t that be nice. I wish I could do that.
When I look back on the past 19 years of my life, I realize that I’ve truly done a lot A LOT A LOT of stupid things. It’s unbelievable, really. The amount of STUPID things I’ve done. I want to forget. I want to forget. I want to forget I want to forget I want to forget -
But I can’t. Sometimes I really wish I wasn’t such an idiot back then. If only my more sensible, rational self now could go back in time to advise my insensible, irrational self back then.
I wonder where my soul mate is. Where are you, can you please come out and meet me? I find that it is too painful and time-consuming to keep looking for you.
Sometimes life can be really painful in the sense that the person you feel would never, ever let you down, actually does let you down. It can hurt immensely when that happens. And in order to block out the pain, you force yourself to forget it.
Where do all the lost memories go?
My life has direction - oh does it ever have direction - so why do I feel that it is so directionless? Why am I never contented with what I have? Why am I always questioning the way my life is headed for, the direction that it’s taking… the path that I guess, I’ve chosen to take? Why why why -
You. Can you please STOP calling me. Every single bloody night you call me. It’s f*cking irritating. When I don’t answer the phone, get it through your head that I’m just NOT INTERESTED in speaking to you.
I suppose I do have a lot to be thankful for though. I have a great family (albeit dysfunctional at times), a very comfortable life, a very stable background, a very strong religion (although I’m not as devoted to it as I wish I could be), a very "direction-ful" life, talent, health, and decent looks. I am grateful, I AM.
I’m not nearly as happy as I should be, though…
I’m getting fat. Ugh. Cellulite and I can’t wear my size 26 levi’s anymore and I doubt I have the confidence to wear short skirts either. And I’m all of 19 man! I can’t be like a cow now. Imagine how I’ll look like when I’m 29! or 39! or 49! horrors
New year’s resolution. ACTUALLY exercise. And cut down on sweet foods. To save my teeth from just rotting inside my mouth.
I haven’t read a book in so long.
I really used to just love reading. Like, I really adored reading. I still do, I think. But not as much as I did before. I remember I could finish 3 books a day, on average I’d read about 100-120 books a month. serious. But I have stopped reading like that for many years now.
I’d like to start reading again.
Hmmm.
This has been a mindless rant and if you actually took time to read it I really congratulate you.
My room is so messy.
I’d better go clean it now.
That saree came into good use last Friday when we all decided to dress up and go out for dinner then went back to take some pictures in Ash’s house a.k.a "the lazy mansion".
If you thought those pictures in the previous post were vain… take a look at these…
Introducing the syiok-sendiri models:
Me!
May Lee!
Twosomes and threesomes:
May Lee is wearing the top of a Punjabi suit
Due to the cool effects of lighting we look like our sarees are purple
Not the cliche ‘Charlie’s Angels’ again! We’re posing on an armchair in the TV room
Posing on the sofa upstairs
Posing at the staircase
Just lovely
Some candid shots:
Laughing and talking like we most usually do
Comforting May Lee about something… like we always do too
Ok laa this wasn’t exactly candid I admit
Talking about something
We played two games of Pictionary after that and Sree came up with some… interesting… ways of drawing words like "rise" and "dry"… Now we know what’s always on your mind eh, Sree…?
After that we went for drinks at Lotus at about 2 am and then went back to crash until later that morning when we woke up at 6 am to go to the Ulu Yam waterfall. It was about an hour’s journey on the way there but it took 2 hours to get back because of the jam. We stopped by at "Lake Placid" on the way to the waterfall. Apparently they call it "Lake Placid" because the water is so still that it never moves.
We had so much fun at the waterfall… the scenery was just so beautiful and the rays of sunlight shining through the canopy of trees overhead were just so amazing to look at. Took a few very natural pictures there:
Time for some syiok-sendiri photos from the guys’ side:
Sree taking a photo of himself
Gaya photo by Ash
Ravin enjoying himself in the water
Group photos:
After we got tired of taking photos and playing with the water, we played Truth or Dare… and some stuff which shall not be mentioned here happened! Let’s just say there were a lot of… erm… excited people.
Starving and tired, we drove back to Klang and had banana leaf rice at Asoka. It’s really quite nice, but a bit too spicy for me. Then we went home and crashed til night time when we went out to Kopitiam in Bukit Tinggi for our dinner-supper.
On Monday I went to Snips again for a haircut with May Lee. Before I could even open my mouth to tell the guy what I wanted, *snip snip* my fringe was gone. It was the first to go. It’s damn short now laaa! I want my long hair back :’o(
Later that night I went for a farewell bbq party at Calvin’s house.
Irys, Mei Qin, Me
Tung Jern’s shirt is blinding!
On Tuesday, I moved out from my house in Subang. I have so many fond memories in that house, and in SS15… I just couldn’t bear to leave. It was hard for me to let go of this part of my life. It still is. I still can’t believe that I’ve really moved out, they are no longer my housemates, and that I’m actually going to stay in another country soon. I don’t know what other word to use to describe how I felt yesterday other than ‘heartbroken’.
I don’t know when exactly I crossed the border of my friendship with May Lee and Shantiya til we became not just friends, not even best friends, but more like sisters. I don’t know when exactly it happened that we got to know each other inside out, outside in, in every possible way and from every possible angle. I don’t know when exactly we started to not just enjoy but love and need each other’s company.
Those days when we all had our own problems - no matter what problems they were - we would just talk and talk through the night about it, or rush home from wherever we were during the day to be back home, to be there for each other. There were also days when we just wanted to irritate each other by doing stupid stuff. For fashion advice, changing into multiple outfits in front of each other to ask for opinions, doing our hair for each other, making up, sitting on the swing outside the house just talking and talking about everything and anything, going to the park whenever any of us got damn emo about something, going out shopping whenever and wherever we wanted, taking care of each other when any of us was not feeling well… And other stuff like that time when we were dead bored and decided to walk out to Herbs and Foods at night to buy custard powder so we could all make custard pudding to eat. Living in that house with them made my life bearable when I was lonely. Living with them showed me the true meaning of friendship…
Friendship is not perfect. You fight. You argue. You make up. You care… you genuinely care for each other. You accept all flaws. You accept all differences. You are not pretensive. You can be yourself and still be loved. You can talk about anything at all. You can trust. You give more than you take. You tolerate mood swings. You do not back stab. You always, always, always, try your best to be there.
It is true that friendship is one of God’s greatest gifts. You just have to know how to appreciate it, if not it will be worthless. I find it very painful knowing that with my moving-out of the house, the bond that we share will not be the same anymore. Relationships change over time. When I said goodbye to SS15, I was saying goodbye to much, much more than just the house and the people around me. I was saying goodbye to this… thing… that has kept me going throughout the past 2 years.
I was saying goodbye to a part of my life… a piece of my heart.
Just got back home after "holidaying" in Klang.
Had a very nice holiday in the "lazy mansion".
Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, movie, sleep, eat.
That’s basically all I did for 5D 4N.
Followed Shantiya, Thayalini, Ashvin, and Ravin for a prayer session in the temple, although I just sat and watched them pray while looking around at the architecture. Shantiya dressed me up in one of her sarees! The only picture I have of it is in my handphone, and I don’t know how to transfer picture from hp to laptop… oh well.
Anywayyy I love the saree soooooo much that I went to Chennai Silk Palace and bought one saree all for myself ^^
Warning: Vain pictures ahead.
I think this is a nice picture cos I’m Chinese, with a Chinese painting behind me, but I’m wearing a saree. It’s sorta like a fusion. Sorry it’s a bit blur though.
Lousy attempt at "gaya" at the bedroom door.
Second lousy attempt at "gaya" at the window.
Mum’s attempt at making the daughter "gaya" at the staircase.
Model: Clairine
Wardrobe: Chennai Silk Palace
Photographer: Mrs. Chan
The saree was initially RM300++ but Ashvin and Shantiya managed to bargain it down to RM200++ which saved me about RM60-70… thanks guys!!! I think if I were to go by myself I would have just taken the saree, paid, and left. And get conned out of RM60-70. So next time peeps! Bring your Indian friends along with you to buy sarees!
I learned few Tamil words… and heard so many Tamil songs over the past few days I thought I was going to go insane!!! Now that I’m back in Kajang I’m humming this "Lusepanne" song… Ashvin’s fave… and this "Pupuvaa" song… Shantiya’s fave… dammit I don’t know the real title of the song but I just know the few phrases they keep repeating. AAAHHH! Get outta my head!
*****
Before Klang I went to Dusun Eco Resort at Bentong, Pahang for a 3D 2N camping experience… INTI Subang Council Camp.
Had fun… lots of fun… it was a great camp, and I made lots of new friends and learned lots of new things. One thing that I learned well is that when you camp in a jungle resort, a ‘midnight walk’ is not really a… midnight walk…
What ‘midnight walk’ really means is trekking through a mountainous jungle with nothing but candles, the clothes on your back, and the shoes on your feet. In the rain. With the mud. At midnight, of course. Til, about… 2.30 am…?
Til now I can’t believe I really actually did it! I trekked through the jungle. With only a candle per 10 people, and once you ran out of candle that was it. No torchlights allowed. And it had just rained heavily so it was slippery and muddy.
I can’t even find the words to really describe how it felt. At one point 2 hours or so into the ‘midnight walk’ I slipped (nearly everyone slipped, it was soooo steeeeep) and I was stuck in the mud, on a –what– 85 degree slope? And my knee got stuck in between a tiny crevice, my foot stuck in a thick root, and my hands holding onto a rough rope which was cutting my palms, and at that point I just started… well… crying. And screaming "I don’t wanna continue anymore someone just freaking airlift me outta here I can’t go on I can’t do this anymore dammit!"
Of course, with tired, equally frustrated people clinging onto a rough rope above me on an 85 degree muddy slippery wet slope in a jungle chock full of hard rocks and vines and roots and thorns and whatnot with all the candles gone out and no light — I had to go on, couldn’t just stay stuck. So the person below me pulled my foot and the person above me pushed my body so that my knee would dislodge. And tadaaa. I was out.
I slid and bumped and was muddy and dirty and sweating and wet and tired and cut and bruised and had rope burn and very little spirit left to continue… in fact to keep me going some of the others had to bluff me and say "the campsite is just right there! 5 minutes more only… 5 minutes more!"
It was truly a test of endurance. How much my body could take. Now I can truly understand how a person who gets lost in the jungle must feel. And how that person can die. If I got lost in the jungle the longest I tell you I could stay alive is 2 days. One night without light in the jungle is……. just…… undescribable. It’s complete and total darkness. Unknown noises, trees all around, roots…vine… rocks… mud… insects… and you can’t see anything, you can only feel it.
When I got out I was really proud of myself. For lasting that long. For making it through. For really just… doing it. I was covered head to toe in mud, and had to wash my clothes in the little stream in the campsite. With just my hands and nothing else. Wow. I actually. Washed my clothes. In a stream. !!!.
The AUP participants of the council camp (there were 40 ppl in total)
I just have one picture right now. I did lots of other activities like water rafting, vietnam bridge, flying fox, and obstacle course, but those were all rough activities and I didn’t really wanna bring my camera along cos I was afraid it would get damaged. All in all it was an experience of a lifetime! Fantastic.
*****
On a more… pathetic note… I still haven’t made my decision on which university to go to.
Basically it narrows down to this:
University of Michigan at Ann Arbor (more prestigious)
University of Wisconsin-Madison (stronger actuarial science program)
WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE!???!???!???!???!???!???!???
Help me.
Exams are over. Hum hum hum. Happy happy.
What a totally lazy week! Went for my lovely holiday in Terengganu and Genting then went back to Subang and bummed around until Tuesday when I finally decided to start studying for my papers on Friday and Saturday. Talk about last minute. I can’t believe I actually read a whole entire 700-pg Psychology textbook in 8 weeks. Not bad, not bad… although I probably only remember about 7 pages of it now…
In Terengganu I went fishing.
Was so lucky that I managed to catch a fish.
Then of course, I ate the fish. ^-^
On Saturday right after my Psych final at 7 pm, I went for the AUP Farewell night for a short while, but had to leave early so I didn’t take any pictures. Then I went back to Kajang for Yomae’s birthday party, which was so awesome cos I hadn’t seen all these people in AGES. Here are some pictures…
Yomae the birthday girl
Jo after more than a year of not seeing her!
Sam and I
Esther and I
Alex and I… yam seng!
Li Mei and I
Yomae’s adorable little sister
Wen Yi and I
Vivian and I
Group photo
Well it was fun… so nice to see everyone again. It’s amazing how different we all look now. I wonder how reunions will be like in 10 years time!!! It’s been 2 years since I left high school… but sometimes it feels like just yesterday.
On another note, I’ve been accepted to the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor. Wow, that was my greatest concern, cos its a rather selective university. So now I am in a very… difficult dilemma. Wisconsin or Michigan? I don’t know. If I choose Wisconsin, I’ll leave in January. If I choose Michigan, I have to leave by the middle of next month. Fast-nya!
Life is moving too fast for me.
Yesterday I went to Bandar Utama with my family to get winter clothing for me. We sorta got lost around the Ikano-Ikea-Curve area. Just sorta wandered around aimlessly much to the dismay of my father and brother….. My mum and I had fun though, looking at all the clothes and shoes displayed all around the place as we got lost.
Bought 4 pairs of shoes. Two pairs from Theme, two pairs from Vincci. Mwahaha. I’m a happy girl.
Finally we ended up in Centrepoint for dinner and by fate walked into this Winter apparel store called ‘Goin Places’. This store is just perfect for young ladies who wanna be warm and fashionable at the same time. We bought sooo much stuff there… a few sweaters, pants, a huge-ass down-feather-lined water-repellent cushiony black jacket (black so that I don’t have to worry if it gets dirty - but I also wanted the off-white jacket and the blood-red jacket… ahhh well a girl can’t have everything right), gloves, thermal underwear (!!! don’t laugh), and even a freaking comb to brush off the fibers that might stick on my wool clothing, which is btw very prickly and itchy (it’s only meant to be worn with something under it I guess). All at 10% discount. So chun.
Today I’m going to Terengganu for a holiday until Thursday, then on Saturday I guess I’ll be going to Genting for some… performance… I dunno. Parents want la.
So, cheers. God bless this journey that it will be a safe and happy one.
