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The Bob Bob Me

2009-12-05T01:10:00.001+08:00

Lol..

First of all, don’t ask me why I name this blog post as ‘The Bob Bob Me’. It somehow reminded me about a song, Bop To The Top from High School Musical 1.

Bop, bop, bop
Straight to the top
Going for the glory
We’ll keep stepping up
And we just won’t stop
‘Til we reach the top
Bop to the top

I used to learn the steps in the High School musical tutorial (DVD) in teaching the dancing steps with Kevin, my cousin. Well, I failed desperately as the steps are really tough. In fact, I am not a good dancer but a shaker… *shake shake*

Nah… Just don’t read too much about me right now. I feel like I am drunk partially. It is not that I take alcohol. Obviously, I am too tired as a result of lacking of sleep last night and woke up early in the morning with a pack schedule for the entire day. I had attended a forum, namely Mobile and Web Convergence Blogging Forum organized by Newszapped.com. Then, a small meet-up at O-town with some black in shirt bloggers (I wonder why most of them wore black? Emm… must be the trend. lol..). Next, went to the PC Fair at KLCC and bought something cool – the printer ink with cool prices. I still agree with the taboo that woman makes good bargain. No?

It should be a perfect day if the car didn’t ‘sneeze and cough’ in the middle of the road while Eric and I were on our way back home. We were worried the 10 years car might not be able to survive till she met the mechanical. Well, we were absolutely glad that Eric’s wife has made it, with courage and determination. Or else, we might trap in the middle of the 3-5 lanes road and soon becoming another factor for the double happiness traffic jam. Heck, just forget the previous line. I am drowsy here.

Don’t worry. Everything is OK and I am safe back home. Anyway, I know I should get an early rest as the bed is waiting me to warm up the surface with blanket covering on my body. The night shouldn’t be wasted with anymore blogging as the whisper of the cold breeze is starting to lullaby me to sleep. Good night people.

Why my head look kinda big geh? Or the black singlet causes it to look big? Emm… the bob bob me.

Took these yesterday because my readers complained that I didn’t post up frontal look. Lol.. Do you feel happy now? I am.. :D

As what I’ve promised yesterday, here are 2 pictures of me with my new Bob hairstyle. Seriously, I didn’t know that you guys are so interested with the front look. Lol.. Yes, I am seriously serious. Should share with you on how I feel about this hairstyle and a review about the forum in my next posts. So, stay tune and good night.. :)

Bop, bop, bop
Straight to the top
Going for the glory
We’ll keep stepping up
And we just won’t stop
‘Til we reach the top
Bop to the top

P/S: If only if I can find the way on how to reach the top, I will absolutely bop bop bop straight to the top.

P/S/S: I heard that some of you don’t like my new haircut because it is so short. Sorry my dear. I know how you feel as I miss my long hair too. But you have to accept it if you wanna continue reading curryegg because it is going to flood this entire blog with short hair photos starting by now. Hair will grow!

I Cut Jor, You Leh?

2009-12-03T01:47:00.001+08:00

Believe it or not, I have really cut jor.

I mean, my hair. It took me like 1 year to make this decision. Thanks to P1 Wimax for the bewitching advertisement. It had catalyzed my decision making process. Both of my parents and the Eric couldn’t leave me in peace. Not even the TV and radio. They kept on singing the song till it haunted me from day to night, and night to day and midnight to mid afternoon and mid afternoon to midnight... Blame P1 Wimax… =_=

Although they have stopped, my brain is still playing with the song together with the image of a group of cute Malay children playing kompang….

“Potong, potong, potong. Potong, potong potong, Potong, potong saja lah……”

So, 7 days before today, I had finally made the decision to CHOP DOWN those so-called unnecessary hair. You might be surprise, why I took 1 year to make this decision? Well, I seriously like having long hair as I feel more girly and mature. Besides, long hair can have more hairstyle, isn’t it? You can make it curl, straight, tight all up into pony hair and etc. What about short hair? Nothing much I guess…

So, why short hair?

First time at Code 6

The reasons are:

1) Hair damage

I could sense that my hair isn’t as healthy as before after being damaged by all type of chemical substances. I did perm for twice and it really destroyed my hair. No matter how much hair conditional, serum, mask and hair oil I applied, the result was still the same. Sad lar.. T.T

2) Hair Fall

I can never ever be able to bear with this. Hair loss is seriously something serious which need to be discussed seriously. What the egg. I can’t imagine having bald patch at young age. Not even at my mid-age. Oh No, no. Please no. My mum kept on frighten me with her genetic finding in the family. She explained she has hair fall problem, so does her sister and mother (my grandma). Then she mentioned about my dad and my uncles. All of them are facing this issue and I believe in her every word. Because recently, I spotted myself having a small bald patch which might as a result of stress and keeping excessive long hair. I saw it in video and photo (since I like self-portrait a lot) which then convincing me to cut my hair short. Prevention is better than cure. Yes?

3) Parents

As like what I have told you earlier, my parents and the boyfriend couldn’t stop persuading me to chop off my hair. Mum and dad were getting exasperated with my extremely long hair strands on the floors. Those floors with hairs had created an eye-sore to them. Thus, persuading me to cut my hair consistently. Hey. I am the one who sweep and mop the floor. I should be the first who get annoyed.. >.<

4) The boyfriend

He always tells me that he is bewitched by short hair girls (and I am still wondering why he picked me at first place? herm…). After watching my transformation from long straight hair-long curly hair-super long straight hair, he finally convinced me to try short hair. Well, his convincing power is quite successful because I have finally taken the move , which I have never thought that I will. Kudo to him.. =)

Again, the song :

“Potong, potong, potong. Potong, potong, potong, Potong, potong saja lah……”

Being a wise man, Eric took the opportunity, picked up the song and kept on singing while we were chatting on the whole or even while sms-ing… adoi..

One of the proof

5) ‘Fresh and White’ mood

Well, nothing to do with the white part but very much to the ‘fresh’ one. I had been keeping my hair for almost 4 years and seriously, I am getting tired of it. I need a change, a change which will intrigue me, or at least empower me. Since it is going to be 2010 and I have this intention to change myself – externally and internally. So, changing hair style is a good first move.

So…. Ta-da…..

This is my new bob hairstyle. Not going to show the front look, not till I get a good picture of it. Lol.. I need time to get use of my short hair again because, I feel so much like I am in the secondary school years.

Do you know what I call this? The naughty side of me. Why? Because the hair just couldn’t get straight and into shape – the right side. Been figuring way to solve this problem. Bad hair. Bad hair.

P/s: Mum just couldn’t let me to colour my hair because she is afraid of the chemical which might damage my hair. Sigh.. Thus, I tried applying natural henna leaves planted by grandma this afternoon which was made by her and guess what… it doesn’t work… =__=

P/P/s: Maybe I should try another few more times before jumping into the chemical product. Yeah.

P/P/P/s: Thanks Makiyo for the recommendation. Love you so much.. <3

Unique Blog Award From BU

2009-12-02T02:44:00.001+08:00

Didn’t have I realized that I have been spending my whole day in writing for Bloggerunited’s interview. This time, I received an Unique Blog Award for November. Emmm.. Ok. I know I am late. But better late than never right?

So, here is my super crazy long interview.

Do read it. Or else, my heart will break. Lol… Thanks for the one/ones who nominate me… *hugs*

Good night everyone.. :)

Sexual Disorders Map

2009-11-30T12:42:00.001+08:00

Studying Abnormal Psychology in this semester is one of the most pleasurable subjects I would say. Pleasurable as in I get to explore, discover and understand many types of disorders which I have never encountered before like dissociative disorders, somatoform disorders, schizophrenia disorders, anxiety disorders, sexual disorders and etc. Well, I have heard and read about those disorders in my first year when I took the Introduction of Psychology class. Just, it wasn’t as deep as this time.

One of the good things studying Abnormal Psychology is that I can start to understand people around me better by observing their behaviors and analyzing their cognitive thinking. It includes people whom the public normally view them as ‘weirdo’ or ‘strange people’. For example, cases like when a person tells you that he can hear invisible voices and see figures where the normal eyes can’t see; change mood dramatically from being happy to sad without proper reason; shout hysterically at strangers; scare of being in the lift and love stealing women bras and underwear.

If you have ever come across with these people, don’t straight away jump into conclusion that it is something to do with superstitious reasons – like spirit, ghost, demon and etc. It might have something to do with the dysfunctional sides of the brains – mostly it’s related to biological and psychological reasons. That is why the researchers are still doing their job.

Anyway, let us put this topic aside about the dysfunctional part. I am not a soon-to-be a psychiatric you see. Except if I want to be a clinical psychology (in another few years or decades, maybe?). This time, I wanna share with you my Sexual Disorders Map, a map which is called mind map. Lol..

Weeks before this, when my Abnormal Psychology test was around the corner, I did a quick mind map to memories every disorders which have been taught in the class. Well, Eric did ask me on why I wasted my time writing and drawing mind map? For your and his information, I am a kind of person who can’t memorize words. I need a story and drawing to help me in understanding, thus allowing me to memorize. So, creating mind map which is invented by Tony Buzan has boosted up my memory capacity, instead of writing dull traditional notes.

General information

Sexual Disorders includes:

Transvestic Fetishism

Fetishism

Exhibitionism

Voyuerism

Pedophilia

Sexual masochism

Frotteurism

Sexual sadism

The day when I was about to enter the exam hall (a last minute scanning activity), I brought along my mind map and Dayang, one of my coursemate saw my map and started laughing on those sketches which I made. She seemed to impress with my so call ‘masterpiece’ for this sexual disorder notes. Others who heard our dialogues came near us and started showing disbelief expression.

Soon, I started to wonder.. “Is the map so funny?”

I personally think that it is not that 18XL nor 18SL right?

Anyway, it really helps me in answering those questions which related to sexual disorders. Hey, I am an expert in this chapter! Emm.. I mean theoretically.

Kahve Cafe

2009-11-27T14:11:00.001+08:00

If you have been following my blog like a year and above, I believe you are quite familiar with the name Mamak. Well, it’s not the mamak who you will meet at the Roti Canai stall or Nasi Kandar restaurant. Her real name is May and she is one of my best buddies since secondary school.

Few days ago, she came to my house for a 3 days and 2 nights vacation. Since it is my semester break, she decided to spend some times with me while at the same time updating with each others life. Apart from the pillow talk sessions, May and I had been to a ‘Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan’ activity and this time it was in Kahve, a new Western like cafe at Kuchai Lama, Kuala Lumpur.

This cafe is actually introduced by Irene, another best friend of mine who had been here for several times. Of course, Irene is always right with her suggestion (I wonder, when will she make a wrong one?). It is indeed a great place especially for the youngsters to hang out with classmates ~~to finish up assignment;~~ a drink with colleagues ~~to squeeze out gossip~~ or couples to spend a romantic dinner. As for me, I love spending my time at Kahve with my best buddies as it is a real good place for food and talk.

So, I drove May to Kahve and we ordered quite a lot of food although we clearly knew that it was our tea time. We had 2 plate of mushroom soup (is a must!), a set of garlic bread, a set of sausage-with-smash-pototo (forgotten the course name) and 2 glass of drink – Chocolate shake and lime milk.

I love their mushroom soup as it is so creamy and full with mushroom. And the price is reasonable, RM3.50 if I am not mistaken for the soup. In fact, the price of every single dish and drink according to the menu is quite reasonable and affordable for a student like me. There provide wi-fi service too. No wonder there are lot of customers who brought along their laptops.

May and I had a great time there, eating and chatting. I love such a lifestyle (faster earn money and eat till I die. Lol..).

Honestly, I am a kind of person who love eating. I can chew really slow, allowing every single drop of juice from the food to be fully absorbed by the taste buds. With joy, the food being swallowed patiently with a smile on the face. I believe having this habit has annoyed a lot of people especially my parents. They always complain on how slow I am when it comes to eating. Thus, I am being crowned as the ‘Tortoise Eater’.

Also, because of the above reason, I know I can’t be a food blogger. No, I can’t although I am CurryEgg (the name of food). I know very well that I will suffer watching the food from the camera screen. Firstly, the aroma of the food will tickle my nostril. Secondly, the image of the yummilious food will disturb my concentration while snapping the photos. Lastly, I don’t want my company to feel annoyed or neglected by my photosnapping activity. I received quite a lot of complains before this. Lol…

I personally think that this place will be better if they play background music especially soft or sentimental songs. Also, if they can make more spaces in between of the tables it will be even better.

If you are interested to have a try at this Cafe, here is the contact. I did get their name card and thought of sharing it here in my blog.

Kahve

29, Jalan Kuchai Maju 8,

Kuchai Entreprenuers Park,

58200 Kuala Lumpur

Tel/Fax: +603-79836143

Happy holiday! :D

Single To Double Eyelid?

2009-11-24T23:23:00.001+08:00

Still remember my previous post on ‘The Unspoken Dark Secret’? There is a small part in which I promised to share my silly story about the pink eye clips invented by the Japanese. I wonder how many of you have come across with this kind of clip?

It was about a year ago when I came across with these clips during in the month of December in a shop name S+J. They sell lot of cute stuff like Coca-cola classic clock, soft toy, voodoo doll photo frame and etc. But never had I thought of they will sell double eye lids stickers and this so called ‘special effect clips’. They will turn boring single eye lids into seductive double eye lids. Well, this is what I thought in the very first place.

I did try to put them on my eyes, hoping to make the type of eyes I want. It is not that I am not appreciating my eyes. No no no. I am grateful as I am allowed to witness the beauty of the world, not living in total darkness. It is just that……. double eye lids make someone look fresher and more attractive. If you don’t believe me, try to look in the magazine and count the number of double eye lids female models or observe the artist in the television show. Aren’t they just… too many? How about the single lids? Emmm… no idea.

If it is not because of my parents and relatives who kept on complaining about the size of my eyes, small, unattractive when I was a kids, I would not feel incomplete till now. So, watch your words when you are talking to kids. You have no idea how much it affects their growing process. I remembered my mum told me that she is not my biological mum. She picked me up from a nearby garbage and keep me as her child. Thus, I don’t look like her nor my dad who have bigger eyes. Old trick.. =_=

I thought using these clips and sticker will make my dream come true. Sadly, it is not that easy. In fact, it turned my eyes look older. I had more wrinkles although they did look bigger. Those unnatural triple eye lids had stopped me from trying, again.

I guess I don’t know how to use these little helpers and I have stopped using them ever since the first attempt. Maybe I still like my single eye lids as they are still naturally fabulous. All I have to do is to learn the correct way to sharpen my small eyes using cosmetic products (pencil, eye shadow, mascara and etc).

By the way, my eyes are unique right?

Say yes.

~~Or else, you will affect my adulthood…~~ =P

P/s: Thanks to my vision impairment (blind) friends who have taught me the real beauty of the eyes. I will remember this, I promise.

What Does CurryEgg Mean To You?

2009-11-23T02:37:00.001+08:00

Lately, I am doing a short survey about ‘What is your first impression when you hear about CurryEgg’ in Facebook and Twitter. I posted this short update in the status bars and almost similar comments were received from my friends and twitter followers. Frankly, most of the comments are real stomach-aching-ones.. *giggles*

The very first similarity which I can spot from the comments is mainly about “FOOD”. Or something which relates to spiciness or eggie shape. It causes me to stun for a few seconds, wondering if I have looked like an egg or smelled like curry in these 2 years ++ ever since I owned http://curryegg.blogspot.com.

Well, was I?

Or am I?

If that is the case, I should start considering myself to be a full time food blogger where you can only witness me enjoying food.

P/s: I will be owning a new domain soon. Don’t know how it works and how to make it works. Anyway, curryegg.com is going to born for sure… ~~finally…~~ Good news?

Follow me at twitter: @curryegg

The Popeyes Day. Oops, I Mean Ours Day

2009-11-20T01:51:00.001+08:00

I am so wanting to call this our the ‘Popeyes Day’ as I realize I have deeply fallen in love with the Popeyes’s smash potato, coleslaw and crispy fried chicken since my first visit. Oh dear.. I am salivating in the middle of the night! Scary!

Of course it was nothing if compare to my dearest coursemates as they are yummier, crispier and tastier. Lol. What happen to me?! It sounds like I have eaten my coursemates before this. Oops! I am Jennifer (Megan Fox latest movie). Muahaha… XD

I am still wondering, why do I posed myself with the Popeyes tomato sauce? Must be K.Yen’s idea. Lol.. =P

Yesterday, my coursemates and I had finally ended our 5th War (final paper) and had spent a fantastic day together in one of the big malls (Midvalley if you are interested to know). We were like as free as a bird, flying and chirping happily around. If you are asking for another metaphor, I would say like “a prisoner who has been granted for 1 month break after years of being jailed”. Assignments, projects and tests had chained us for months and now we have gained the key for freedom finally!

Yiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppeeeee!!!

Well, it wasn’t that bad seriously. I mean my 5th semester in Counseling course wasn’t that bad. It is just that I had been spending serious moments for my studies and hardly had fun time in between of those craziest and busiest periods in the semester. I am a dedicated student, ok? Lol.. trust me.. *wink*

So, 18th November 2009 was one of our important days (or just me?). We chatted, laughed, joked, ate, sang, danced, teased, watched, shopped and cried like crazy. I felt like I was a mad lady, laughing and joking none stop in the fast food restaurant, The Popeyes. Sorry my dear friends. I was seriously out of control that moment. My ‘inner child’ was encouraging me to do so.. *wink wink* :)

In the end of the day, we had watched the 2012 movie together and guess what? Most of us were so touched with the story. I cried almost each plot. If it was not because of the eyeliner and mascaras on my eyes, I would definitely sobbed with K.Yen since the more, the marrier? =P

The 2012 movie has taught me a lot about people, life and death. It has shown me how human can be either noble or selfish when it comes to survival; how life becomes short when death is approaching; the power of nature. It has also reminded me that love, relationship and humanity are important in human’s life. No matter how much fame, money and status you have achieved in current life, everything will gone once you die. Not to mention when the end of the day arrives.

I believe this new insight which I have gained from the movie has encouraged me to be more daring and consistent in increasing the volume of my voices in this blog as I want to be heard – especially by my family, friends and people who cared about me. I want them (you) to feel my love for you.

So my dear coursemates, thanks for being such a good mates through out these few years and I am glad to have you guys in my life. Those ups and downs moments will not been forgotten. Hope to see you girls soon! Safe journey back to your hometown and please, plan another date for movie and The Popeyes again. Lol.. XD

Gosh. I am hungry now.. Come back and feed me.. T.T

P/s: To my other coursemates who have missed this fun moment, don’t worry. We will go out together in next semester. A better and organized plan should be made earlier before the War 6. Promise.. :)

The Unspoken Dark Secret

2009-11-18T18:48:00.001+08:00

There were times I feel bad about myself in which I fail to see any good sides of me. In fact, it happens once in a while like the waves, showing ups and downs every time the winds come. I guess, some of you who know me well in real life might be surprised reading this phrase, “fail to see any good sides of me” because I may look so confident at times. You might be shocked if I start revealing one of the darkest secrets of me in the next following paragraph. Something which I rarely voice out to my close friends, not even my family. So, please keep this silence moment for me because Ms CurryEgg has something to tell.

I remember years ago when I was still a teenager, I didn’t like myself at all. One of the aspects which I dislike the most is my physical look. I hate to have single eye lids, hate my short height, hate my small boobs, hate those volcanic pimples conquering on my once-upon-a-time smooth face and hate my teeth. Besides the dissatisfaction over my physical appearance, I hate my personality. I was told that I was sometimes hot-tempered and self-centered. Not knowing who exactly I was, I started evaluating my relationship with others – it was negative. At the same time, I felt so dumb about my IQ level as I was not a smart girl and always achieved an average result in class. Plus, I was not active with any co-curriculum activity, except those which related to art.

So, these 3 aspects which related to beauty, personality and intelligent scored bad points and soon leaded me to self-hatred.

It started to make me admire and envy those who are sociable, beautiful, confident and intelligent be it my classmates, school mates, relatives, friends or even artists. These people share the same qualities which are having adorable features, good body figure, incredible talents, wise in handling with people, respectable leadership and etc. They are just so perfect and I wished to be like them.

Sometimes, I did compare myself with the ‘perfect them’. The more I compared myself with them, the worse I feel. I used to perceive I was worthless and ordinary, nothing to feel proud about my own achievement. In fact, I didn’t think I had achieved any spectacular achievement during in my teen age, except being a class monitor and assistant monitor for 5 years.

I have learned from the experts (especially the Psychologists) saying that it was normal to have negative self-concept during teen age life because it is the most critical and unstable moment. If you manage to overcome all those negative self-talk in you, you will be a healthy and happy adolescence or else, vice versa happens. Well, I am not sure how far this finding is right. Anyway, I would say this idea fits my teen age story pretty well after going through those unfavorable moments. Now, I love and accept myself more because I realize that I am unique.

I have forgotten how I managed to face those negativities in me, those challenges. I don’t even aware of how I changed and transformed – from self hating to self loving. But one thing for sure, the journey is long and tough. It doesn’t happen in one day or one year, but it is a continuous commitment and effort in more than 7 years. Frankly, I wouldn’t know how far I have changed if not because of these sweet testimonials from my coursemates who know after my ‘weak moment’.

From Aileen and Angel: Handmade birthday card.. :)

From my coursemates: The Birthday Card

From Shu Huan: Birthday Card

From Shu Huan: Exam wish card.

P/s: Sorry to reveal your messages here (if it is private for you) as I have this urge to snap and post them in my blog. Who know, in another few years I might encounter memory lost due to accident or health problem. This blog will be a good place for me to retrieve all my past and memory. Except if 2012 happens.. choi!

P/s/s: By the way, every word from you have really melted my heart. Thanks for your sincerity and generosity of words.. *hugs*

I wouldn’t be afraid to disclose myself over this matter because I wish to let my friends know that I am not a perfect person and I am still working with my self-confident and self-esteem. Believe it or not, I still wish to have double eye lids instead of single pairs. They make me look like sleepy and unattractive. Lol..

What are those pink stuff on my eyes? Well, they are eye clips invented by the Japanese. I shall share this in details in my next following post about my silly story.. =P

Curry Egg or Kelly Tan is just a human like anybody else who need love and support from others. Thanks for accepting me as whoever I am right now. I am blessed to have you guys in my life. At the same time, I wish to let my readers who can connect to my story and is facing this issue will not give up on yourself as we can always change and improve from time to time. Always believe in yourself that you are unique and deserve to be cared, respected and loved.

I love CurryEgg always. Yum yum~

The Sixth Sense That I Want!

2009-11-17T09:50:00.002+08:00

A friend in Facebook, Susan used to ask me before about the differences between sixth sense and instinct. I couldn't recall much on what I had answered her last few months but I remembered in the end of the discussion, I got confused. So, I suggested her to visit the Wikipedia or books to get better and trustable information. At the same time, I promised if I have come across with any information about sixth sense and instinct I will inform her.

To my surprise, as I was doing some visiting to my friends' blogs in this cold morning, I came across with this stupendous video clip from @NileshBabu about the future 'Sixth Sense'. This is the 'Sixth Sense' I am looking for, not just touch screen iPhone or easy access BlackBerry. This future technology is going to be our extra senses and even strengthen our instinct. You know what I mean if you watch this. Some cool scenes which I love so much.

I guess I am a bit out-dated with the news since it has been published like 8 months ago. How not geek I am, I know. Anyway, it is better late than never right? Lol..

P/s: I wonder, will my curryegg name appear on my body if the TED device scan over me? Emm..

Trust Me When I Say It’s Abnormal Day

2009-11-13T11:32:00.001+08:00

Entahlah, bila diriku tersedar daripada mimpi ganjilku, saya terdengar bunyi-bunyi yang kuat dan perpanjangan seperti bunyi motor. Bau yang ganjil mengepungi biliku yang kecil. Ingatkan, ibu spray Sheltox ataupun racun serangga.

Sebaik sahaja saya memanggil ibu untuk ditanyakan apakah terjadinya pada rumahku ini dengan bunyi bising yang mengganggu dan bau-bau yang tidak menyenangkan. Belum sempat ibu menjawab, saya terdengar bunyi loceng yang kuat yang memanggil namaku berkali-kali.

“Salam Satu Malaysia. Cik telur ada? Sini barang kamu.”

Fikiranku bermain seketika apabila terdengar nama tersebut. Cik Telur? Siapakah yang bernama telur di sini. Nama tu agak ganjil dan caranya memanggil seolah-olah berada di kedai runcit. Hey. Ganjil.. betul-betul ganjil. Ibu mendesak saya supaya melihat siapakah pelawat tersebut pada awal pagi ini.

Tanpa menunggu, saya bergegas ke hujung pintu dan melihat siapakah yang memanggil nama ganjil tersebut. Sebaik sahaja sampai di pintu, saya terlihat seorang lelaki yang bajunya basah dan penuh dengan kuah kari. Di atas kepalanya ada sebatang paha ayam yang saiznya agak besar manakala di sebelah tangan kanannya terdapat kulit telur. Duuhhh.. baunya betul-betul seperti semangkuk kuah kari di kedai mamak yang berdekatan. Tangannya sedang mengambil sekotak telur yang dipercayai mentah dan belum di masak.

“Kamuuu ke Cik Telur? Hu Hu… Ambil lah barang kamu ini… Ambil lah…”, dengan reaksi muka yang menakutkan dan suara yang mengerikan, saya ingin menutup pintu tersebut dan lari masuk ke bilik. Ini semestinya satu mimpi.. mimpi yang masih belum disedarkan oleh sang matahari yang terik. Telur? Kari? Apa benda ini?

Sebelum sempat saya membalas lelaki ganjil tersebut, bunyi ‘PAP'!” yang kuat kedengaran di tepi telinga kanan ku. Mataku terbeliak dan pernafasan saya tercungap-cungap. Manik-manik peluh dari dahiku telah membasahi buku ini, yang berjudul “Abnormal Psychology”.

“Ahhhhhhh…. Rupa-rupanya itu merupakan satu mimpi. Tak mungkin ada orang yang memanggilku Cik Telur”, diriku membisik dengan nada yang gembira.

Oh Shit.

Why am I writing in Bahasa Melayu? I mean, in Malay language? Gosh. What happen to me? Hey.Iamfeelingsoabnormalhere.Cananybodytellmewhatisactuallyhappeningtome? Hey!Whathappentomykeyboard?WhyIcan’tpressthe’space’inthiskeyboard?Thisissoabnormalman!

ABNORMAL! CAN YOU HEAR ME!!?

Hey! It is back again. That’s good. Fuuhh… In the last 30 seconds, I thought I am having this abnormal symtomps. Fuhhh.. Thanks God. Everything is ok now. I should get prepare to enter the exam hall soon. I will have my Abnormal Psychology test in another few hours. Oh dear… I really feel something spooky happening around me. They are so ABNORMAL!

Things which I have to bring to the exam hall. I am fighting in a war man! An Abnormal War! Thus, they are important for me. Without them, without me. What the egg, what am I talking here? @_@

Stabilo, Pilot, 5566, Flightsafety, PaperMate are my top list stationary brand.

And my poor FaberCastle eraser.. :(

So, trust me when I say today is an Abnormal Day.

P/s: Wish me luck!

*Update*

P/s/s: Yeah! The paper has ended and it was…. emmm…. so abnormal. So many about sex and gender disorders. Lol… share with you some days when I am free and ready.. =P

Charity Jam Session 09

2009-11-11T13:21:00.001+08:00

Last Sunday, my parents and I had attended a charity event called the Charity Jam Session 2009 at Hilton Petaling Jaya hotel. It was held in Uncle Chilli’s which in my opinion is a mix of bar, club and restaurant. The place is great for hang out but never had I known that the charity was held in such a wonderful place where you can get live band, hot DJ, good lighting and most importantly, clean washroom (as it reflects their hygienic condition). For more photos on Uncle Chili’s visit here.

At first, I thought the food-selling activity will be held in an open-air area like car park or field. Thanks to my mum for giving me the wrong information at the very first place. That was how the ‘big surprise’ been created and I kinda like it. Surprise.. :)

Mum took this picture. Thanks mum.

I didn’t capture much photos at Uncle Chilli’s because my camera battery died after few shoots. I must be too busy till I had forgotten to charge it. Sigh.. what a waste. I can say dad and mum have fallen in love with this place especially when the bands played their favorite songs – the oldies. Mr Egg (my dad) just couldn’t stop himself from singing while Mrs Egg’s (you know who she is) hands kept on clapping. And me? Emm.. keep on drinking and eating. Lol..

Although those songs (like Hotel California) wasn’t my cup of tea, I still enjoyed the atmosphere. Just, I hate smokers – extremely spoiled my mood. They will never be concern with the second-hand smoker like me. Never will. Well, what to do because this place has no sign for ‘no-smoking’. I guess bar and club is meant for smokers. So, no comment.

Dad: When are you going to drink beer?

Me: Stop looking at my orange juice and smile at the camera!

There were lot of adults like my parents age hanging around in this bar. I believe those adults are the many ones who can afford this RM10 coupon per beverage or food coupon. To enter, you have to pay at least RM10 too. I am thinking of earning big bucks right now which will allow me to give charity like this too. Emmm… how many years from now ya?

I believe the organizer, Paediatric Intensive Care Unit (UMMC, KL) has done a real good job for running this charity by witnessing the crowds in the first few hours. We left early as I still have subjects which I need to concentrate on for my final in this week. I seriously hope that the unfortunate ill children from newborn to 14 years old can receive help from the crowds using the received funds.

I wish to see these kids someday, to understand and give them help– if only if I am prepared of dealing with death. That is what the co-founder, Lucy told me. 2 words: BIG CHALLENGE. What do you think?

P/s: I seriously need a cut for my hair after my last paper which is next week. Oh, this has reminded me about, “Cut already?”. “Sudah potong?”. Lol..

What The Dog?

2009-11-09T11:30:00.001+08:00

While I was surfing the internet, I have come across with a picture in a website. A website which I have forgotten the URL. Forgive me. It is just a simple picture but I tell you, you will be amazed with the chronology of the story.

Ahhhhhhwwwwww.......
Isn't it good to have a dog? Now I want a real dog!

Why Do You Keep Photos?

2009-11-07T19:14:00.001+08:00

Still remember when is the last time you print your last picture in any photo shop? Wait, maybe I should ask, do you know what is a photo shop means? Not Adobe Photoshop software silly. I mean photo printing shops like Kodak, Fujifilm, Konica and etc where they take your order either by hardcopy (film roll) or soft copy in your thumbdrive or CD.

Photo from: link

I am asking this because I realize many of the new generation kids don’t really know about film roll nor photo printing shop. What they know are transferring all the pictures from the digital camera into computer, then upload them into Flickr, Photobucket, Facebook or blog. There are no reason for them to learn about something out-dated. Yes? Gosh. Now, I sound like so old.

Photo from: link

Back then, before the digital devices and Web 2.0 start ruling the world, I know there are a lot of people who love collecting printed photos in photo albums or in scrap books. Well, I am one of those many people.

You will be amazed with the total number of photo albums I have just to keep my childhood photos. If it is not 10, it should be 12. I believe one photo album can keep at least 100 pieces of 3R printed photos. Remember, there is no digital camera in the 90’s. Films are the only medium which can be used to capture every colour.

I guess the number of photos I have including both printed (hard copy) and non-printed photos (soft copy), they already exceed 10,000. Ever since I own a digital camera, emmm…. the number shoot up drastically, better than stock market. lol..

Spot me?

Never ask me why I have so many pictures ever since I was small. I guess that is how my dad ‘trained’ me to be his petite model? =P

Now, there is a question popped up in my mind. I wonder, why there are many of us who love keeping photos? Well, including both printed and non-printed photo.

Is it merely to keep all those sweet moments with our love ones?
Is it to remember every footprint we have made in places we had been to?
Is it for money?
Is it to let others know that you are as ‘cool’ as they are to have hundreds of photos in Facebook?

Thus. I am cool.

My reason is more into keeping memory with people who I cared and treasured the most. While looking at the pictures I have kept so far in one fine afternoon, I was filled with nostalgia for my moments with grandma. I remembered how she cared and pampered me each time I cried when I was still a kids. Although she was not here anymore after leaving us for 1 year ++ , the picture of her is still properly been kept in my mind. I still remember her face, her eyes, here height and her voice. I am glad I still keep this picture.

Miss her so much.

How about you? Do you like keeping photos? A Photo Maniac? Do they bring you sweet or bitter memory? Please feed my curiosity. It is in hunger.... :)

The Soon-To-Be Laksa Boys

2009-11-04T18:13:00.001+08:00

I always believe in males are good cooks, like my grandfather and father. They are terrific cookers, never have to look at the menu for steps nor follow the suggested ingredients. Sometimes I wonder how do they create such a marvelous dish without much guidance? Unlike my.. emm… *censored*

While I was cleaning my pictures file in this laptop, I came across with this album: Days in My Hometown. I had captured something interesting which is about the soon-to-be laksa boys. Lol..

From left to right: Mac, Kenny & CJ

Kenny’s mum has just opened up a new family business at her house, not far from my garden. It is such a great news to me because she is into food business and specialize in selling laksa noodles. Maybe you haven’t heard of this but make sure you remember starting by now: Penang is famous with laksa noodles!

This is Kenny (Thanks for the free laksa meal! Can I have one again? =P)

- CJ -

-Mac - (The ‘good’ cousin)

If there are such a group of handsome guys being chefs will be a great waste. Why? Because most of the chefs work in the closed kitchen, aren’t they? Lol..

*Drolling*

Please, I mean drolling for laksa.. =_=

Guess what, they make good laksa too (these 3 boys). Well, it is pretty easy actually because they just have to fill those noodles in the bowl with onion slices, mint leaves, cucumber and finally with the hot soup. If you like ‘keropok udang’, you can put on the noodles. Oh dear.. I am so, so so so so hungry.

Looking at these pictures has made me missing my hometown, again. Dammit. I still have 4 papers before I can go back and have a dozen bowls of Penang laksa. I have just finished my very first paper, 3 hours ago and it wasn’t that good. I have forgotten some of the points.

Sigh.. I should study now and stop looking at these pictures… Hungry. =(

Shh.. It Is Her Secret.

2009-11-02T22:44:00.001+08:00

There was one fine morning, a girl who named Kelly was cleaning the house with her mum. While they were cleaning a room, an unexpected conversation took place. Her mum indirectly revealed a secret – a dark secret of a ‘young’ mama.

“How old are you?”

“22”

“Why are they here?” *annoyed*

“Because.. because… because I need them” *innocent tone*

“Didn’t mama tell you that you’re a grown up girl?”

“Emmm….. so?”

“So? You’re asking me SO?”

“Well… yes.. So?”

“You’re 22 years old my dear and you should get rid of those puppies on your bed. Oh ya, and your bantal busuk too. Get rid of them!!!!”. "*stern look*

“But.. but.. mama.. why? I can’t sleep without them!”

“Gosh! How are you going to get married? Your future mother-in-law must be blaming me for not teaching you correctly. Now, give me all those puppies or else, no dinner tonight”.

“Please mama. No! PLEASE, NO! Take my dinner and not my puppies. They are my presents. But you can throw the brown one”.

“Wait a minute.. that brown puppy looks familiar. Hey! IT’S MINE!!! How dare you. Since when you kidnap my puppy?”

“Emmm.. mum.. you should throw your puppy away or no dinner tonight”.

“Uurrgggghh.. Shut Up!!” *angry tone*

=_________________=

I thought it is my chance to revenge but sadly, I am still the loser. I wonder, why can’t I keep my puppies… but she can?

Unfair.

Halloween And I

2009-10-31T21:23:00.001+08:00

Today is already Halloween Day and this has reminded me about my first Halloween celebration with Kevin. I keep on saying, how time flies.

It is like, today we are playing face painting using grandma’s white powder and aunt’s red lipstick, and tomorrow we are in different countries, sending emails to each other describing our Halloween celebration. How ironic.

I am a Chinese and I don’t really celebrate Halloween Day. In fact, I ‘celebrate’ Hungry Ghost Festival. Emm.. It is not that I celebrate but it is more like a prayer or an offering.

Last year was seriously my first celebration since Nuffnang & Maxis organized a Halloween Party and I received free 2 tickets from Suresh. Thanks again, how generous of him. Never had I thought of I will attend any Halloween Party, wearing something weird. If you wish to read more about my last year Halloween Party, go here and here.

The fun thing was, Kevin who has good experience with Halloween Party gave me generous advice on what I should wear during in the party. We attended the party together with our thick make-up and funny customs. Those lipstick spots on my face will never be forgotten.

What had happened last year is a memory for today. I am glad to have such a sweet memory with both Kevin and Aunt before they leave to US. Gosh, now I miss them. Hope that they are doing great with their new life there..

My Halloween Look For This Year:

So, are you asking about my Halloween this year? I should be paying my visit to one of the Baskin Robbins Ice cream stalls in KL with Orange custom to get a 30% off ice cream. Sigh… If only if it is not because of my final exam which starts on next week, I will definitely go for it..

=_________________________________________=

Why there is such thing call exam? It kills creativity and innovative man.. *giving excuses*

Emmmm…. I should stay in the locked room with books, books and only books after this. Boring. Waiting Casper to save me out.

>.<

Action Research

2009-10-30T21:08:00.001+08:00

Seriously, it is funny that how hatred can turn into love. This drastic change has surprised me because I had never expected this will happen. Don’t ask me why. It just happened, as if there is a cupid shooting his invisible love arrow into my heart causing me to fall deeply in love with the person next to me.

In fact, it is not a person who I fall in love with but a course namely, Action Research.

For the past 12 weeks, I showed no interest at all in this subject. One of the reason is because this subject killed most of my brain cells whenever I heard of the words, “Qualitative” and “Quantitative”. Even though I had attended a Research course in my previous semester, I still have no confident in answering any of the terms. I believe I am not interested to be in the research field especially when one has to always deal with systematic procedure and boring statistic.

It bores me when I am not allow to use my own creativity in the field. Well, I am not a kind of person who love following the rules, especially those old, traditional ones. Wait a minute. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean not following rules equal to breaking rules. I am a discipline person OK. It is just that I prefer not to follow the norms IF I am allow to. As long as I am not breaking the law, I know what I will do. This is one of my unique characteristics.. :)

Being in the class for more than 12 weeks, the love feeling slowly develops. I realize I started to like Action Research bits by bits each day when I am filled with more knowledge and information. From a low self confident girl, I slowly become braver and stronger. I dare to speak up in the class, asking and answering those questions threw by the lecturer. Although most of the time I gave wrong answers (which sometimes being pointed out in a high key voice in front of the class), still I am glad that I had picked up this brave move. It makes me stronger by being less afraid with critics because in the end of the high-pitch class, I will be pampered with soft pats on the shoulders or a warm hug from my friends who are also my group member.

Well, I do understand why our lecturer got mad when we failed to answer her question or not being able to follow her instruction. I basically know why. She worries we might not be able to do the research properly when deadline is approaching and test is just a stone throw. She also afraid that all her hard work will be in vain when her students still unable to stand on their own feet by observing our performances in class. Her worries are just like a mother’s worries, never stop, never end. I guess they will only send when she sees us scoring A in this subject? Lol..

My highest level of love for this course took place on 26th October 2009 when my group, Fabulousta finally made our last presentation in the class. I had sleepless nights, days before the BIG DAY in which I tried to improve the slides, points and ways in presenting it. I was really committed in making this final presentation a success because I don’t want to see my group being criticized badly for not preparing well. And I don’t want us to be screamed for putting wrong information nor wrong method in the end of the presentation.

Those negative critics in our first presentation have really awaken me. Stretches and wounds in heart have really taught me to stand up and fight. Emm… not that I will fight with my lecturer, but to fight with myself. I keep telling myself that this time, our group can do something remarkable, something extra-ordinary where we can create a big ‘WOW’ in our lecturer’s heart. Besides, I am pretty confident that our research topic is something worth to be shared, something which will teach us to appreciate ourselves even more. I may write about our research topic in another post.

Unwind myself with the Fabulousta members right after the presentation.

Indeed, our direction is right. We have performed pretty well and have surprisingly impressed her. There were no critics nor scolding this time, instead only praises and compliments in return. I was almost ‘shocked to death’ when she announced a free lunch for our group members at a royal club. Oh dear.. never had I thought of this part. I mean, I had never thought of our group will be selected as the best group among the 14th group nor a free meal with her because all I was hoping for is to make a good presentation, delivering whatever hard work we have made in the past 1 month. We have been working so hard for this assignment, ever since the beginning of the October and all we hope is to to the quantitative research correctly.

I am glad that our hard work is paid with this fabulous trip to a club sponsored by our lecturer. It was like a Mary-Go-Round dream because I had never been to any makan trip with my fabulous coursemates and the lecturer. Emm.. what about the Mary-Go-Round dream? Well… whatever.

Although it was a bit weird sitting and eating side by side in a Chinese Restaurant which located in the club with our lecturer, still it was a great day for all of us. We had a good, long chat with the lecturer and new friends from other course (TESL).

Before going back to our own ‘cabins’, forcing to switch on the exam mode again, we had a wonderful time cam-whoring with each other around the club. Well, it is something which I will normally do, isn’t it?

I just couldn’t stop myself from capturing as much pictures as possible during in this sweet moment because I know, in the end of the day, I will be stress again with this Action Research course. There are still 1 XXXL assignment and 1 final paper which I have to face and work on before the real victory celebration.

So, I guess you know what am I up to if you can’t see any update in this blog. Right?

Id, Ego, Superego In Me.

2009-10-25T15:23:00.001+08:00

I can sense a very strong impatient feeling here. Yes. Here.

Cool down everyone. I know I am a bit late in revealing the answer. Well, blame my tight schedule which has been conquering most of my time ever since the beginning of the month. Final exam is just a stone throw and I have to reduce my online time for assignment, presentation and exam. That’s the basic routine a student will do right?

Anyway, I am here to reveal the long-await-answer. Before that, I would like to express my feeling towards the guesses which some of you had made in my previous post. Seriously, I am really amazed reading your answer because majority of you are guessing the right artwork. Oh dear… I feel like… I feel like… you guys understand me more than I understand myself. What happen?

This is my masterpiece.

A day before the Co-curriculum Day, I was hit buy a gigantic word called ‘stress’. I had no idea on what I wanna paint in that small, square canvas. Seriously, I didn’t like drawing portrait, object nor figure. They are so…… boring. Plus, I am not good in drawing them (need lot of practice). So, it took me half a day to come out with this brilliant idea, which is to create another abstract work.

I love creating abstract art so much and I just realize there are always the same similarities appear in most of my artworks. The colour like yellow, green and blue will definitely be used and those circular shapes will surely be in the picture. I would say, I have found my own drawing style and that is why I am calling them, the Egg Art.

Of course, there are always stories behind my artwork. Every colour and strokes resemble the hidden feelings and messages in me. Again, I am using Sigmund Freud’s idea on his Structure of Personality to express my feelings. To some of you who know Psychoanalytic Theory well, I believe you know the concept of ‘iceberg’ – id, ego and superego, yes? I am using this concept and apply it into my drawing.

Id – Yellow (The inner child in me)
Superego – Green ( The judger)
Ego – Dark blue ( The CEO)

I am pretty impressed with my work seriously. Firstly, it was done within a day. Secondly, it is something which I want to express in my work (although it doesn’t turn out exactly like what I had planned earlier). Thirdly, no one seems to understand my art. Muahahaha.. This is seriously what I want.

Our Fine Art mini gallery was held in a large hall in my university. Never had I thought of the hall will be crowded with visitors who were mainly the students. One of the experience which I love the most is where I started to talk to my coursemates (fine art). Being in the class for almost 12 weeks, I had never initiated any conversation with new friends (well, got little lar…) because, my mind was always circulated with the same questions:

“When can I go back?”

Being in a 5.30pm class on every Tuesday was really tiring especially when you have classes starting at 8am. The brain wasn’t as fresh as in the morning, so I shouldn’t be blame for this, right? =P

Here are some pictures on the Co-curriculum Day in my university. It was so happening where you could find lot of interesting student’s works, dances and performances. Unfortunately, I failed to capture much photos during in this event because I was hopelessly busy and exhausted… =(

All of us working together in setting up this mini booth. I call this team work.

Ammar, Kit Yen, Aileen and June came over to our booth to have a glimpse on our artworks. Lol.. thanks a lot my dear friends.. :)

Other interesting booths and performances.

Anyway, I still managed to capture a group picture with few of my classmates during in the final class. Sad emotion set in when I realized that it will be our last moment being together. I guess I will not be able to see these ‘little Da Vinccis’ again in future, except in Facebook? Lol…

So, let’s come back to my ‘Id, Ego, SuperEgo and Me’ artwork.

I thought these similarities will not been seen by anyone and I was wrong. My readers can sense them. MY READERS CAN SENSE MY WORK!!!

Gosh. Now I am scared because you seem like knowing me better than I know myself. Oh dear.. oh dear..

>.<

Which Canvas Is Mine?

2009-10-21T09:55:00.001+08:00

I know I know.

I know most of you are waiting for the photos of my canvas, my so call ‘masterpiece’. If you have been following my blog and twitter for quite some times, I believe you will still remember the canvas which I had mentioned before this.

If you have missed out a part of story about it, you can read it here. Don’t worry, you are not missing that much yet. But make sure you don’t miss my story again. Lol..

Yesterday, the 2 days mini art gallery has just ended and I managed to snap a few pictures on it (although not much). So far, it was a good experience. Yeah. Anyway, I will elaborate my story in details about this art gallery once you play this tricky games of mine.

Deal?

Let’s make a guess on which artwork is mine? Before I point out the masterpiece which I had produced in the pictures, come.. Make a guess. There is no fun if I can’t see wrong answers.

Lol..

P/s: Of course, ‘those’ who know the answer are disallow to play this games. Let’s keep this as a surprise shall we? =P

Follow me in twitter if you don’t wanna miss my everything! Follow: @curryegg

Sad. Upset. Disappointed.

2009-10-21T00:23:00.004+08:00

I am not in a good mood now. Sad. Upset. Disappointed.
These are the only adjectives which I can think of right now. Never had I thought of my challenging day will be added up with this issue before the new day takes place. Everything seems like changing its own course without much clues.

Or maybe I am the one who are not sensitive enough?

I have no idea where should I begin my story and I don't feel like starting one. All I wish to do is to dump all my sadness and disappointments into this quite corner. Let's make this a rubbish bin post in which I can just throw in whatever words I DON'T WANT. Let it be grammar mistake, incomplete sentence nor wrong use sage of vocabulary.

I don't mind.

I have a real tough weeks starting by last week and I know it will not end until another couple of weeks. Assignments, tests, project, final exams and some personal issues are monopolizing most of my time. Well, I have expected a challenging life in these few weeks and I thought I will be understood. Well, not to some people because they are not in my shoes. Thus, I don't blame anyone because I know, I can't be in anyone's shoes perfectly.

The feeling of sad and disappointment struck me when I am not been given a chance to show my commitment. No one seems to understand whatever I have planned and done and that is really hurtful. I have tried to disclose myself about my own feeling over the issue to the person but failed. The thing is, I don't feel the fairness in the previous conversation as I was not been given a chance to prove myself and now I was blamed for not doing anything? Not caring? Not loving enough?

I guess it is not the right timing yet to show my commitment (whatever I have planned) and get the person for a private talk. Anyway, let me wash away my emotional by having a good nap. I am too tired to think of any good alternatives.

Let me just doze off. Now.

P/s: Je suis tres triste mais Je serai mieux après cela. N'inquiéter pas.

*Update*

I am waking up rather happy and energetic today. I guess it is my tiredness which affected me to be sensitive. Looking forward for a good week.. :D

Good day everyone!

The Perfectionist Nerd

2009-10-16T18:04:00.001+08:00

Whenever the end of semester is around the corner, a great sense of guilt always hits my nerve. There is one part of me wanting to play so much but another part, being chained and forced to start getting serious with studies – like it always happens. In fact, I am serious ever since emmm….. yesterday?

Urgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

I don’t get it. Why I always feel stress in the end of the semester although this time, I have planned my time wisely and should have no problem in time management? (I thought). Somehow, the works are like pilling up so high that it has almost reached Mount Kinabalu. Why oh why?

I believe I have this perfectionist trait in me in which I will make sure whatever I am doing reach my goal and expectation (at least 70%). Well, before I go any further I have to explain that I am not a real perfectionist in which I don’t give myself too much pressure if I don’t achieve what I hope. The idea of being a perfectionist in myself is mainly because of I don’t want to have any regrets in my life.

Questions like:

“What if I work harder, will I get B instead of C-?”

“What if I plan my group assignment better, will I have less struggle in the end?”

“What if I study earlier, can I play earlier?”

“What if….?”

P/s: Have you encountered this problem too?

I hate to face this kind of “What if” situation especially when I don’t give honest effort into certain tasks because most of the answer will end up in the negative form which in the end creates guilt in me.

As I am growing older, I’ve learned that future is always in our hand IF we know how to work on it. Even though it might not appear like what we have planned, at least we have tried to give our very best and learn from our failures. What we can do next is to:

improve our strategy and try it again,

improve, try and again,

improve, try and again, again, again.…….

till we succeed.

The bad thing about being a perfectionist is, those easy works will turn out to be the hard one. In another way of saying this is, I tend to give more than what is required which mostly consume much of the time and energy. So, 5 works will double and become 10 (just an example).

Of course, it sounds easier to write than to do. That is why, I have this biological clock that always controls me, alarming and forcing me to put thoughts into actions. I guess, that is also the reason why I have been sitting on the white marble floor facing the black silky laptop of mine for hours and hours. Happy to say that I have done one part of my assignment. But sad to say that I chat more than I work in these 4 hours.

Darn.

Well, it is time to get back to my work. Writing a post regarding to this issue is to remind me to not forget of my Mount Kinabalu assignments. I believe by this Sunday, I can finish them up. Yes! Kah Yau!

But.. sigh.. it is Deepavali man. I wanna smuggle those muruku and Indian dishes out from my friend’s and neighbour’s houses. Planning a stealing muruku attempt tonight. Anyone interested to be one of the member? We make it a team. Must be fun seeing curryegg stealing curry and egg.

Oh no!

I haven’t draw anything on my canvas. How am I going to put my art work in the art gallery on next Monday?

Shit.

P/S/S: Those books were free! I got them from the library when free old books were given. And those photos were taken during my stress free moment which I believe will help me in destressing my current situation.. T.T

I want to be free. Help.

Black Doesn’t Matter

2009-10-14T01:34:00.001+08:00

First of all, I know most of you might be curious with this picture. I know there will be lots of “what?”, “what?” and “what"?”. Well, if you don’t and in a state of acting cool, please… just pretend you look curious. Lol..

Let me tell you. This is a bun. Yes, a bun which you can eat.

Can you make a good guess on it? This is a bun like any ordinary bun with baked cheese on top? I was surprised at my very first glance when Jane brought this for me. I was rushing for my assignment at that moment and it was so kind of her remembering this eggie friend will get hungry easily.

Just… it doesn’t tempt me to have my first bite, because of the colour. It looks like the bun was done by mistake, something like burnt as a result of over-heating or putting the wrong colour. Lol..

After being persuaded for a number of times by Jane, I agreed and allow myself to have a small bite. It tasted…. emmm……. just like other ordinary bun. However, I could taste that, it was slightly salty. And.. smell good! Overall, it tastes good especially when there was tuna filling in the bun.

Thanks Jane for the new-invention-bun! XD

Don’t ask me what is the ingredients and why it is black in colour because I seriously have no idea on it. If I am hearing it correctly, this bun is made by bamboo? Or charcoal? Gosh. I am confuse now.. =_=

Right after this incident, I had received another surprises and this time was from aunt. She gave me a black moon cake, something which I didn’t expect at al. I wasn’t sure what are the ingredient in making this dark mooncake. What I know is, it tasted good. In fact, it is even tasted better compare to the other type of mooncakes.

Sometimes, I have this perspective that food which is dark doesn’t taste good (expect those which are made from coffee and chocolate) because I always relate it to something bitter. I don’t know why I have this perception but I guess, it is how the adults taught me when I was a kids.

They will say something like, “If you cry again, I will let you eat this dark, disgusting food”. Or, “Watch out at the black spot on the apple. There might be millions of worms in there”.

So, unconsciously, most of the kids including myself have been conditioned with something black or dark equal to danger or something negative. Not our faults ok?

In conclusion, don’t be stereotype to anyone or anything, including food because sometimes, you might make wrong judgement and miss out the big fun. So, never ever. This is so unfair.

Anyway, I have a question. Which one do you think is darker, the bun or the laptop?

Updates!!

I just received a comment from Samuel in Facebook regarding to this ‘black bun’. He said:

“Actually it's a bamboo that turned into charcoal, it's just like normal charcoal, but normal charcoal is from tree, but this charcoal from bamboo, these bamboo go through natural process not the chemical process, then these bamboo charcoal is made into powder and use in baking, coz they claim that this powder good for digestion as it contains a lot of fiber, good for those who has digestion problem or elderly ppl, I know this from one of the bakery bos la..”

I see. Now I am rest assure to eat this black bamboo bun. Thanks Tatt.. :D

Squeeze Brain Squeeze!

2009-10-11T02:10:00.003+08:00

In another 14 days, my art work will be collected and hang up in one of the famous art gallery in Malaysia organized by several organizations.

Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I should start thinking the range of possible prices which I want to put for my work. I wanna sell it and make money. Then I can buy a DSLR. Change my wardrobe. Eat buffet. Go travel. Muahahahaha…

But…….

Siiigghhh… How good if this happens. How marvelous if my day dreaming comes true. Well, there is nothing like famous ‘art gallery’ nor ‘several organizations’. I am just pulling your leg in order to make myself happier.. buuuuuu….. :(

Anyway, my artwork will definitely be hung up in an art gallery and it is in University Malaya. I have enrolled myself in a fine art class this semester as a co-curriculum subject and all the student’s masterpiece MUST BE SHOWN in the hall. Those who fail will get a big fat ‘GAGAL’ or ‘FAILED’ in the coming examination result slip.

And I don’t know how far I can handle this because... I haven’t do anything for it. I just started my shopping attempt this afternoon, surveying, scanning and buying those art stuffs which I need. Luckily, my visit to a nearby Popular Bookstore helped me in solving this problem. Thanks God!

There are plenty of stuffs which I can get from the store and I have no problem in looking for the right materials and tools. It means that I can start drawing and painting my 10” X 14” canvas within these 2 weeks.

These are the real oil pastels which I should get for my ‘oil-paint-project’. Each costs RM11.90 – RM 15. Oh dear.. However, my lecturer encourages the newbie (like me) to use something easier. I don’t have any basic for oil painting seriously.

This is called, the Arcylic Colour which is easier to be used. The differences are, you can use water to wash out the colour on the paper or canvas but not oil colour. You have to use turpentine if you use oil colour. Next, acrylic colour is much cheaper if compare to oil colour. Phewww.. Luckily I can save up some $$$.

No matter how cheap it is, this box still cost me RM38. Sob… I am so broke… T.T

Somehow, I haven’t picture anything in my mind. I have no idea what I wanna paint in this square white canvas. This does make me worry that I might not be able to meet the deadline, unless my inspiration comes in time (like it always happens).

Well, all I can do now is to sit quietly in a corner, relax and focus on the message which I want to deliver to the public.

Well, I hope my brain juice will not be drained off that soon. Amitabha..

Vote Bei Shan – Maybelline Simply Fabulous Girl

2009-10-09T01:05:00.006+08:00

Knowing Bei Shan in person is something which I am really proud of. She is a good friend who I treasure so much in my life as she has taught me a lot within these few years. Bei Shan is a person with strong confident and personality who will never let any negative comments put her down. She has this archetype of a warrior or fighter which I can sense, most of the time. How far this statement is true? Well, ask her.. =P

February 2008

She is a Sarawakian girl who is born with beauty and intelligence. Well, most importantly, she is real and genuine – as genuine as the Microsoft. Lol… I have been knowing her like 2 years plus now, since the very first day I learnt that she is both my coursemate and hostel mate. I still remembered those days when the three of us, Shu Huan, Bei Shan and I walking from college (hostel) to classes and classes to college, holding each others umbrella in our hand. We share jokes, laughter, sorrow, anger and disappointment together which are unforgettable.

Can the three of us doing this again- walking side by side, catching each others shadows and calling ‘those’ who are late to class? Can? Can?

Having a friend like her is wonderful because you don’t have to hide any feelings behind the mask. Besides, you will hardly see the shocking true-color of herself popping out after some period of time because…. they are already shown up in the first meeting. That is why, I agree with what she has written in her short biography in the Maybelline Simply Fabulous top 10 finalist page.

Ng Bei Shan, 22

Date of birth:

1st March 1987

Occupation:

Student, Counseling (UM)

Ambition/Dream:

To be a whole-rounded person in life, live life to the fullest and to leave positive impact in other's lives. I hope to be an expert in the help profession and to help others to discover their potentials too!

Why did you join this competition:

I joined this competition because I want to experience something new and different. I was attracted to the prize that is to win RM10,000 and a free trip to New York especially the New York Fashion Week which is exclusive. I'd really love to visit NY because it's a city of Liberty and I've always dreamed of going to the states to live my 'American Dream'. So, I hope I can win to be on my way to overseas and open up my eyes! And of course, I'm doing all these because I want to discover my potential which I have overlooked all these while. Like Maybelline's tagline, 'maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline'.

Seriously, this is my first experience, having a friend who are close to me entering a big reality show and competition like this. This really intrigues me! Also, this is my very first post asking votes from my readers to support my friend.

There are reality shows for this Maybelline Simply Fabulous search in which the shows are about these 10 lucky girls and their journeys to a free trip to New York and RM10,000 as the winner. Oh my.. New York and RM10, 000!

I know how much this free trip to New York and RM10,000 mean so much to her in order to achieve her dreams. I have been hearing these several times from her in classes and I know she is serious about it, right girl? :)

So dear readers, do pay a visit to the shows and give your votes to her if you agree with what I have written here. The voting period will end within these 5 days. What are you waiting for?

Go here and start ‘Vote Bei Shan’

Thanks! =)

P/s: How ‘genuine’ she is? Well, you can watch this latest video clip… =)

P/s/s: Bei Shan, I have watched all the uploaded webisodes in 8tv website so far and I just love the way you are. May God bless you all the journey and hope that you can win!

P/s/s/s: We (the coursemates) are hoping to get a bus to your final. Now.. who should be the driver? Abang Hamka? =P