*MeOws..... oF YeSterDaY*
Books I have completed reading since January 2018:
1. No Man's Nightingale - Ruth Rendell
2. One Day - David Nicholls
3. The Door - Margaret Atwood
Friends and Enemies
Akatsuki: Nightmares & Dreamscapes
-beats in my head-
Chika-Chin's Anime Mania!
empty white space
In My World
My Blah blah Bulogu
My Little World
Sdovelly~ c'est la vie
Serene's Silent Secrets
Shuffle and Repear
Tolanic's Travel Blog
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Meoooooowing Xmas humans!!
Hope you all have a nice holiday and good dreams (for me).
And Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I have heard of animal parents eating their offspring, but not the other way round. Next month, Astro is going to show a program on this. I'm not too sure if I'm keen on watching it. I think it is disgusting to watch mother and child eating each other. I love violence but not up to that level.
I'm not too sure if I will ever eat another human in order to survive when there is nothing else to consume. Moral and ethical values restrain me now.... let's see when there is really no more food in this world.
Carrot and the Stick
Sunday, December 20, 2009
A friend of mine recently shared with me that if I want to do my own business, I could try getting a grant. I have ideas but I have no team. This friend is offering to buy my ideas but I'm not willing to sell unless I have a share in it. It's a tug and war game. I have think hard about translating the idea into action. It is hard and lots of maintenance. Alternatively I could manage everything but it is hard since I need storage. And the other idea sounds cool but it is not feasible yet in Malaysia.
What a dilemma. I just don't know how to reach the carrot ... my stick is too short.
La wor liao ... WHACK!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
La, wor, liao, etc are part of Malaysian way of talking in daily conversations, but there should be a limit imposed on its usage. I recently found the usage has been abused and it became too obnoxious to my liking. If it's in a conversation, it is not objectable by me because I used that heavily in my conversations and online chatting. But recently I found myself cringing or having 'asthma' whenever I read threads in fora. The replies were horrible. I feel the more I read those replies with extremely poor English would further deteriorate my command of English.
Man .. I need to 'wash' my eyes....
Emerges the Meow
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I had an awesome week at the youth camp despite discovering a dead cockroach on my pillow in the hostel. It was gross. It made me fled to my friend's room for the night. But I had so much fun and I'm happy that I'm still high from it.
I seriously think I have grown up. Usually, I feel sad whenever I know I'm leaving the camp and returning to my reality life. That is why I hate holidays. If only holidays were able to retain your memories and happiness of that moment... then I don't mind taking holiday and return to reality. But in reality, all memories have short time span in term of pictorial. As time passes, you only remember the feeling but not the graphics anymore... But I know all good things must come to an end ... so that was why I was able to leave the camp with a smile because I know ... I came back to reality with more same minded friends. I came back with friendships... which I know I will cherish though our paths may not cross again. But we were destined to meet at that point...
Speaking of maturity, I am glad I now more matured. Usually I get saddened pretty easily when a friend didn't invite me to tea with other friends who came back from overseas. Recently, I was not called to be my friend's bridesmaid though all ex-college mates were, and finding that out only at the wedding dinner hurt like hell. And recently, a friend came back from abroad and I found out all ex-college mates went out for lunch with this friend. Inconveniently I found out on Facebook album photos. I used to rant about not including me. But somehow, I don't feel like I used to.
No matter how much I cherish my college life and friends, I realised I cherish everything I experienced during my college life. Though my friends and I are ex-college mates... life is not the same for us anymore; our friendship pattern has changed. But we have to get on with life ...
P.S = Laptop is in hospital.
Friday, November 20, 2009
What does independent mean to you?
It means I do everything on my own; with my brain, fingers and even toes. But it doesn't exclude of not asking help. If you think my definition of independent is too selfish.
It struck me yesterday that my mother dislike my independency. We were at our usual coconut water stall getting our coconute supply. And the seller had a usual visitor who likes to rape his ears about his woes on his family like why does my student son keep asking me for money? Ridiculous. That's because the son is not working yet!!
And so .. that woe-woe guy commented to my mum "How nice to have daughters. Can talk like sisters..." My mum shot back "Yea right. This daughter (referring to me) is not nice to talk to. You ask her things she tell you to shut up. This girl is too independent. My other daughter is much better to talk to."
My reaction? Nothing. Not stun. Just plain nothing. Because I know all along that she doesn't really like me.
The woeful guy and the seller replied "Isn't it good to have an independent daughter. You can have less worries."
My mother sneered. She replied "Yea right. Too independent is not good."
I think I really felt like replying " *BEEP* OFF." No wonder I got scolded for not letting her take my blazer to the laundry.
The reason I want to curse is I have been scolded for all my life ever since I was born that I was good for nothing and she has to work her ass off to take care of the family. And in return... she got nothing... Because of all this scolding, I was dying to be independent ever since I was back in primary school. And now I could say I'm happy to live independently in the way I want. I hate to be scolded for something it is/was not my fault. It's synonym to cursing my existence in this world. You wanted kids. And here I am. So shut up and deal with it.
And I hated bitchy aunties and girlfriends telling me "Guys don't like girls to be so independent." So *BEEP* Off. I won't die if I don't have a husband or a boyfriend. I will die if I don't have money.
I never knew being independent could hurt someone. It's not I don't want to be a "burden" to other people but it's just I ought to take care of myself? And you can't blame me when I grew up in an environment that forced me to grow up.
So for my mother ... sorry I can't help her. I can't change who I am to suit her personality and thinking. And I won't change or degrade myself just because I'm not 'align' with society's norm. I will only improve to be better. Screw you.
So do you like yourself to be independent? Or you just want to be everyone's post-it-note sticker board?
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