~M&M's Chocolate Chapter~

Ahh to heck with this ol' softie of a heart that belongs to me. Waaay toooo weak, let me say first. Hahaha everything that I've said or done is the exact opposite of what I really wanna say to "him" or what I need to do. And these songs by Secondhand Serenade that I'm listening to aren't exactly helping either. Do I believe all those lovingly crafted words he sends to me so often? Do I trust the whispers of such love that he claims to hold for me? Questions, questions and more of them. They say loving "him" would give me pain and be full of sacrifices. But I'd rather take that pain and have to make lots of sacrifices than not to be loved by "him", or so I thought. Now I'm not so sure of it myself anymore. Secondhand Serenade sings "I was born to tell you I love you; I am torn to do what I have to; To make you mine, to stay with me tonight". Heh. This self-wallowing is going to get me nowhere. In that very case, I shall move on to a more lighter topic: worshipping my photography idol, Kane Gorman!! Wheee~~ And so folksies, today is the final part of *drumrolls please, thanks* Kane Gorman's photos (for the time being lah, until he adds new ones)!! So yeah, you GO Kane!!

YORKSHIRE PICTURES

~La Suissa Tiramisu Chapter~

Oooh I just absolutely love the smell of warm tiramisu cake and a good steaming hot cup of freshly brewed coffee!! Mmmmm~ Thanks loads to Cat-chan for the lovely coffee time~ *huggles* Went out to One Utama today to meet up with an old school buddy and fellow NS mate, Shazana a.k.a Shazzie :)) Gossiped loads till I think her ears were a bit sore (sorry kiddo!). Can't help it, it's been ages since I last updated her on what's been going on overall. Ran into "yeewah's-cousin" in OU anyway. Tut, I'm deluding myself to no end, yes I realise that. Decided to watch one of GSC's movie re-runs, Kung-Fu Panda (out of fashion and very dated yes, but as they say, it's never too late for anything if you're still alive and kicking!) Thought we had the whole cinema to ourselves (so empty it was!), it was as though we had booked the cinema and noone else was allowed in. It soon got creepy however, the second we stopped making so much noise. Two couples, a Chinese guy and an Indian guy walked in later on so it wasn't that bad. Loved good 'ol Po and how cute a pair he and Master Shifu made OMG~ Hahaha as it is, I want to continue waxing lyrical about all good things Kane Gorman. How is it that a person can be so good-looking, talented and perfectly nice all at once? Not fair whatsoever, nope. I hold the guy in high-esteem though. Contradicting myself, yes? And so, I bring forth Part2 of Kane Gorman's excellent photography! (*^^*)

Castle Howard Gardens

Gooderstone Water Gardens

Luxembourg 1

Luxembourg 2

Luxembourg 3

Prague 1

Prague 2

Whitby Abbey 1

Whitby Abbey 2

~Kola Frosties Chapter~

*Clears throat delicately* My trials are over, yes, and that is why I am back on the scene, in the front row, thank you. As it is, my family has now moved on nicely and all the dust that's been kicked up due to the seriously unhealthy event that happened a little more than a week ago has now settled down as well. The bitter aftertaste of that madcap going-on is finally fading as well (and my darling little sister who is the ""apple of everyone's eyes and the honey of the family"", is also back to her old self pre-event, an annoying little brat. No seriously, the event didn't even make that much of a permanent dent in that "good" old character of hers. Tsk). Heh. I shall now move on to other matters and wax lyrical about the amazingly wonderful beauty of my new friend, Kane Gorman's, photos. OHMAIGAWD they're awesome!!!! He's a super-skilled photographer, really. Well yes, now that that secret's out, here are his pictures in Part1 (lolzers I saved too many.....well I saved all actually.....am a major fan of his!!) and superbly gorgeous they are~ *starry eyes*

Blickling Hall 1

Blickling Hall 2

Blickling Hall 3

Brugge - Belgium 1

Brugge - Belgium 2

England 1

England 2

England 3

England 4


England 5

~I Fucking Despise Them Chapter~

Thank you so much oh you bloody fucking retarded bastards of snatch thieves. Yeah you heard me right. This post is dedicated to all those godawful assholes out there who have no fucking lives. You managed to injure my father and traumatise my sister to no FUCKING end, screw you to hell!! Goddamn these idiotic snatch thieves who happen to be hua na lang (hokkien here yeah so what). Not that I have anything against these people but what the fucking hell la!! According to my mom who was in the house at the time, my dad was about to send my sister to her tuition class when four of those hua na bastards came out of nowhere on two motorbikes and that's when all hell broke loose. Two of them got off their goddamn bikes with two bloody fucking parangs and one went for my dad, the other SON OF A BITCH went for my sister!! Like what the FUCKING SHIT??!! And hell yeah, the asshole of a mahai twisted my sister's wrists to show something of a warning threat to my dad not to do anything rash till the poor kid was traumatised (YOU READ THAT YOU FUCKTARDS?? THAT'S TRAUMATISED YOU SOHAIS!!!) and till now, she ain't herself. Let's see, where was I? Oh yes, the fucktards grabbed my dad's PDA and the car keys. Because of that, my dad fell and injured himself badly (oh wanna know something else you sons of bitches? My dad was trailing blood all over the house no thanks to you mahais!!) They asked for his wallet too but luckily my dad kept his wits about him and told them it was in his bag which happened to be in the car. They grabbed his whole bag with our old camera in it then made off like the bunch of bloody motherfucking cowards that they really are. And all of this broo-haha happened right in front of my very house gates. Heh. Or rather, whtdafck. What lah in the world is the security levels of Malaysia really getting to? Like, omg, can we not walk the very streets in front of our own houses without the goddamned unnecessary need to feel worried or constantly look back over our shoulders with fear?? Like jeez louise man!! I don't know about you people but heck, I'm outta here. Nonono, not out of this neighbourhood. Out. Of. This. Country. Period. If ever I can, I really want to make sure my future family ain't gonna live in the same fear we people do over here at the moment. Wanna know why so many good people moving out of this country? Heh. Just take a look at the security levels in our very own backyards and then only ask why.

~Jellywine Gums Chapter~

Ah heck it. I already knew some matsallehs were way too open in their actions and words and thoughts (?? wokays.....not going to go where their thoughts are) and whatnot. Yet, I still fell for the whole well crafted stuped rigmarole HE put on and what's that? Oh yes, ended up hurting myself again. Mmhmm.....ladeez and gennlemen, Liyun goes and does it again! Pfffsh. This is where I look at my goddamn self in the mirror and berate the person staring back. And then go out and fall for the whole freakin' process again. Eh why? Oh that one's easy, I heartily admit it's cause I'm way too soft on the inside. I don't think I'll last long in what they call "the outside world" now, what with this, that, those, these and you-know-who. I need to learn how to harden up that ol' ticking heart all over again.

As it is, I'm trying. Oh believe you me, I'm trying. However, some of me darling well-wishers say it ain't enough. I need to get strong, they say. I need to get tough, sez them. And as a character in 'Cool Runnings' said, "I see pride! I see power! I see a badass mother who won't take no crap off of nobody!!"..........uhh.....heh. Right. That came out wrong somehow. Whoops; let's move on to some other little niggling thought that isn't so hardcore as that, now shall we?

This here post is one of 'em where I shall post some piccies I took (oh alright already! My dad and teeny tiny sis took some of 'em too) while in Penang during the week long mid-semester holidays we SAM people had. Though mind you, that holiday just whooshed past like it had all the hounds of Hell/Hades/Devil/wtv after it. Wtf really. 1st set of pictures came from having dinner at a "quaint" little restaurant high up above a tiny jetty with the sea as its backdrop (as well as whole big wafts of pungent, fishy smells for the surrounding "aroma"). 2nd set, what happens when your 5th uncle discovers a hidden temple where wild boars come out punctually every night and you're able to "stroke" them if you can get close enough. Last set depicts how it is at the Chew Jetty and some random picture taken there as well.

~Iced Caramels Chapter~

Oh to hell with the SAM trials. Honestly, I'm getting no peaceful sleep what with the tension of having to study really really hard for it and the undue pressure coming from my family, relatives and distant people who think they have a right to. Oh sure they try and tell me about the importance of the trials in a nice way but eh? Who can stand any more of those "Oh dearie, these exams are to determine your future! You really must put in more effort! Not that I'm pressuring you or anything, that is." Uh-huh. Don't worry. You aren't. And the moon is square, didja know? Bah humbug to you too.

Anyhow, was going through my photos from good ol' NS and realized, I love the people I met there!! Well, almost all of 'em. I remember one incident in NS very clearly though. Sometimes, when everything that can go wrong does, and I feel like everyone's deserted me, I relive that particular memory, just so I know that I still have people who care for me. That incident happened on the 11th of February, my birthday.

I remember waking up bright and early (literally, at 5.30am) for the new day of activities ahead. I guess I was looking forward to that day since I had witnessed other friends' birthdays before and they were all filled with laughter and merry greetings from various people in camp. Sometimes they'd have those little singing and wishing sessions for the "lucky" person. Boy, was I ever going to find out just how much more LUCKIER I'd be on my day.

So yes, I woke up happy, expecting my close friends to wish me first thing in the morning. I was so wrong in that. For the whoooole day, I got nuff. Yup. Nuff. No wishes, no hugs, no acknowledgements even. I admit to feeling very hurt and confused as to why those I call my "beloved friends" never bothered to remember my birthday. So there I was, putting on a brave face and a bright smile when all I wantedto do was sit around and mope. That ain't happening over in NS though. You don't have enough time for sleep, let alone sulk. Later on, my friends would tell me that I was unusually quiet that day, even though I did my best to cover up my disappointment.

At night, when all the Muslims had to go to the surau for their prayers, we non-Muslims had about 2 hours free to do whatever we wanted to. Some met up with people of the other gender for some quality "bonding" time (oh you get what I mean), some took the opportunity to catch up on lost sleeping hours while some others took the time to chill with other friends in the dorm or around camp. My friends and I always fall under the latter category since it's always the funnest (oh do shut up, there is such a word as far as I'm concerned). On that day however, it was only Pinky, Josh, Siew Choo, Tiru and I who met at our usual meeting spot: in front of the medical room. Mellissa, and Elicia had gone off to "Tesco" (that's what we call the tiny little shop within the camp grounds, it stocks EVERYTHING we might possibly need and more) to buy some stuff. As it is, we met them on the way to the meeting spot and were they laden with loads of crisps! They didn't talk much, just rushed on back to the dorm.

So we all hung out as per normal, minus the two of them, and talked and laughed about the day's events. I was already beginning to forget about my birthday and had decided that it wasn't worth getting all worked up over. Then I realised Josh looked real fidgety and Pinky was laughing unnaturally more than usual. I wondered what was up but soon put the thought out of my mind; more important matters were bugging me, such as, "I'm friggin' thirsty wei!". I wanted to go past the stage to the mess hall for a drink of water but Joshua kept on refusing to let me go there, insisting that I shouldn't see what was going on there. Me, being me, naturally thought it was something horrifying; not once did I suspect something was up. He even offered real nicely to buy me a drink from "Tesco" instead, even though the water in the mess hall was free. So I just followed him since Pinky and Siew Choo were backing him up.

At 8pm sharp, the three of them suddenly started herding me towards the stage area. Then, and then only, did I suspect something amiss. It was all lit up but as we approached, someone turned off the lights and tiny candle lights flared up. As it was, my dearest friends had thrown a small surprise party for me. Shocked and overwhelmed, I did the first thing I knew how to: CRY. Yep. I had one of those sit-down-and-have-a-good-sob moments. But I had to compose myself, oh yes, since I was the person of the moment. I had a good look at my little cake which they had bought and everyone was shaking hands with me, hugging me and generally wishing me a "Happy Birthday" over and over again. Mel and Elicia and many other friends were there too. What got me crying all over again was when they showed me the presents they had got for me. Like, WHAT??!! I get presents too?? I only found out after NS that the whole birthday bash cost about RM100+ and 10 of my bestest buddies had chipped in with the cash. We got round to cutting the cake, I had a good look at my presents and generally enjoyed myself. It was a beautifully glorious end to my birthday and never will I forget the memories my dearest friends have helped me create.

Zihui, Joyous, Stephanie, Elicia,Pinky, Me, Mellissa, Siew Choo, Joshua, Alicia

My presents! Choccies, teddy, necklace (on teddy) & a handmade card........cake was eaten up

~Hello World Chapter~

Facebook, as I now see clearly, is really a fascinating tool of communication *stares starry eyed at the computer screen* This whole new converting of mine from Friendster to Facebook is due to the fact that I just discovered the happy fact of making new friends from over-the-seas-and-far-away without the uselessly pointless links where you need to either be connected in one way or another to that person or you need to have their details. Like hello, how on earth do you get the person's details if you can't make friends with them first? Very weird there.

Anyway, I find Facebook highly entertaining, especially if there's that handy little application called "Are YOU Interested" added in. Whoops! There goes my little secret~ Hahahaha really, it's so much fun to play around with this app where you click on the boys (or girls) of your choice whom you think is really cute. And yesyeyes, thanks to this tiny handy little application, I've gotten meself two cute matsallehs for friends. One from the States and the other from Britain. Really, it's highly entertaining to talk to the two of them and get more knowledge on their countries and life in general~~

So since I'm still laughing over how easy it is to make new friends with the help of Facebook as per compared to Friendster, I might as well continue laughing over other matters that aren't as light-hearted or happily-ever-after as my new friends. One such matter is the pressure of completing my IT project on time. That one is a real hard killer as I have almost nought knowledge of anything that has to do with IT and the ways of making a website. Yeap, that's ezaklee what I have to do in order to get a one-up on my grades in IT. Heh. I have no choice but to make do with the little that I have and depend largely on my one and only saviour, CHERYL LEONG! Yeah know, pathetic really, how I have to depend on others. Anyhow, our website is a real beauty (heck, I know I'm blowing my own trumpet but who cares xD), what with the help geniuses Cheryl and her brother Gary. Awesome load of thanks to the two of you~!

After that, there's the other problem that's a "wee" bit bigger and worrisome: my trials. Major boo-hoo there. I'm so not prepared and my results have been anything but satisfactory. According to my class lecturers, our trial results could be used to apply to our future universities, either here in Malaysia or over in Australia. Harharhar. We all know where I am going now, don't we? *sigh* If I want to get a good grade for my IT and make it to a good university in Australia, I'd better get my bum down to work again. Adios for now!

~Ginger Creams Chapter~

My dearest computer, which recently gained the title of "moyang", decided on Friday evening to take a long-needed break from the Ng family and contracted one hundred and eighty eight viruses of various types and danger-levels (yes you read it right, a whopping one-eight-eight). In short, it crashed and made my whole family (read: my sister only) panic. No other way of completing homework and projects equals widespread pandemonium. As it is, I smsed my dear "brother" immediately for info on who to call when a comp's in trouble. Him being the "darling him" that he is, forgot good ol' me all over again. Was apparently rushing out for a family something-or-another *pffft!* Like I don't know he's prolly about to go meet a girl (or rather, girlSSS) xD So yeah, had no way of blogging and this post will be a mini-update on my life (or rather, the lack of it) over the 3 days of hols.

So mummy dearest calls her best friend who has a genius for a son to ask for help. Luckily for us, he was free on Saturday so it was planned for him and family to drop by somewhere in the late afternoon. *BEEP BEEP* goes my mom's handphone and whaddya know? My fifth uncle and his whole family will be staying till after dinner for a "family celebration" of sorts since his son (my cousin la) went through his graduation ceremony in the morning. So okay, mom postpones the repairing of comp to Sunday. Had a great time being with family then it was time for them to go. Was way too pooped to do much homework (nah, I was a humongous bag of lazybones if you want to know the truth~) so I ended up watching "The Last Samurai" and using up half a box of tissues to wipe up the flood of tears.

Sunday dawns bright, early and over-shiny-ish..........and I scare myself silly while looking in the toilet mirror; I resemble the best of pandas. Major funny, really. I make my slow steady way over to Cheryl's house in the early hours where sane people are still fast asleep enjoying the rest-day (10am!) to try and complete the IT project that's due this Friday. Anywhoo, we still had loads to finish up on and haven't made much progress on what we were doing. Panicking was definitely not on our agendas. So yeah, we continued to keep our cool, prayed hard for us to try and get at least some of it done and generally just sweated it out on the comps. Suddenly, her mom invites us to go to the temple with her. We jumped at the chance to stretch our legs and get a breath of fresh air so that's how we ended up taking nice little pictures in the temple, which you can see further on. At 4pm, I gave it up and went back home only to run smack dab into my mom's best friend's genius of a son who was saving the computer and our miserably-computer-dependant lives.

First thought: thank GOD we're saved! Second thought: omg he's mega good-looking! And this is where I bonk myself on the head for being so stooped. He's 27 and super intelligent and tall and has a great character. LIKE I have a chance, yeah *heavy sarcasm dripping* He saves the day, we all go out for dinner together (his dad and his sister, Michelle who's majorly fun to be with, were also part of the troupe that went out with us too). After that, back to my house for a little bit of small talk and off they go back to their home *sigh* I kid myself toooooo much actually. And for now, I need to get back to my dinner so this is where I say toodles~!

P/S: This post is why I need to make my blog private!