Friday, December 31, 2010

Dear 2010,

Where do I start?

You've been such a huge roller coaster ride.

You brought me love,

Thrilling me and making me feel so lucky in every way.

Then you took it away,

Hurting me, and leaving me emotionally drained.

Unhappy and wanting to give up on everything and running away.

You nearly made me crumble into pieces.

Then you knocked some sense into me,

Made me stand up and move on with my life.

You taught me lessons, that no teacher could teach.

Helped me grow, so that I'm no longer the person I used to be.

You pushed me beyond what I thought were my limitations,

And showed me that my capabilities lay far beyond what I thought they were.

You brought me such amazing people, that I never thought I'd ever meet.

Who'd support me, love me, and believe in me,

Possibly even more than I've ever loved or believed in myself.

You gave me opportunities beyond my imagination.

Some of which, I screwed up,

Some of which, I succeeded.

It's surprising how much one year could bring me.

It's even more surprising how much it would change me.

2010, I don't really know how I feel about you.

I am grateful, and bitter at the very same time.

Grateful for the good,

Bitter for the bad.

Perhaps it really is time to let go of the bitterness,

To move on in the next year, I think.

I will not, however, force it.

Because the more I do, the worse I'd feel.

So I'm gonna take my time.

I stand now on the cusp of my life,

Where a new chapter is about to begin.

I have the job that I set my mind to achieve.

I have the salary beyond my expectations.

I have people beside me, believing in me, and supporting me in every way they can.

2010, it seems too soon to say goodbye now.

My wish is that this goodbye brings the start of something great.

So goodbye, 2010,

And hello, 2011.

I don't know what you'll bring me,

But I'm sure it won't break me.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dear you,

I get that you love him.

Even more than he could ever imagine.

I get that he probably has no freaking clue how much you love him,

And how much you wish he were yours.

Believe me, I know it hurts.

I can imagine how you feel right now.

And it's not a bad thing.

I think it's great that you can love someone so deeply.

It's Love.

What's wrong with that?

Some people let their lives pass them by without even feeling it.

I get that people are telling you to move on,

And how frustrated you are that you just can't seem to forget.

So you start thinking that you haven't moved on.

But you have.

Bit by bit, you've grown.

You just never noticed.

All you need, is time.

So take your time.

It will hurt, trust me.

The pain will come from time to time,

Haunting you, tormenting you,

Making you feel so defenseless and alone.

But it's ok, really.

All it really means is that you're human. And humans feel these things.

Know that the more you face your pain,

The braver and stronger you'll be.

And you know, after a while, it won't hurt so bad.

It'll go, trust me.

They say that time heals all wounds,

And they're right.

Give it time.

It will fade.

I know you can do this.

'Cos you're worth so much more.

Love,
Me.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

For Them, or Us?

Sometimes,

I wish that I, or someone invented a machine.

A machine to wipe off memories.

So I could take away all that was hurtful,

And leave the happy ones instead.

Because from time to time,

These memories come back and haunt me.

Taunting me with their presence.

Making me regret all that I've done,

And all that I've been.

I'd wish for a chance to turn back time,

And do it over.

Those nights when I lay awake, not sleeping,

Are the very worst.

These memories come back full force,

Jeering at me over all the mistakes I've made in my short life.

"Stop!" I'd scream in agony. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

They never do.

Aren't I human?

Can't I make mistakes too?

I thought we learned from our mistakes, and grew from them.

Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

How the hell am I supposed to know what was right and wrong,

What worked and didn't, if I never knew what choice to make?

Why does everyone expect everyone else to do the right thing, and make the right choices?

What's wrong with being wrong?

Can't we learn from that?

Do we live for the expectations of others,

Or for our own?

Friday, December 10, 2010

Heartbroken Guy Commits Suicide

Yesterday at work,

I got news from a friend about a guy who committed suicide.

'Cos of a failed relationship.


He posted a countdown on his Facebook wall.


Left a last note to tell his family not to blame the girl,


"i love u…i said it i meant it…i’ll love u till the moment i die

devil bin this is the way how i love,perhaps ppl will think it was crazy

i’ve never tried to put down my pride my dignity my ego-ness on my first ex…but u were totally diff,i put down my pride my dignity my every shit

just to beg u….but i failed…as always im just a failure in a relation

but that’s just me,i’ll only do the things which i think its worth…

will i became ur memory forever ? who knows..since u were already special when the first sight i saw u…

perhaps,u’ll just fucking laugh at me…i bet there’s plenty of ppl will laugh too =) but who cares ?

that’s just me…that’s the way i are….

the last thing

i do appreciate everything about us….u were the light in my life..u given me determination for my future…but everything is gone…i don’t blame u actually…

because ~ so just wish u’ll have ya happy life in d future

ILY & IMY ~ sorry that i couldn’t brings u to walk until the end of the day

P/S : Please do not blame her….Im the one who decided this..she’s just the one given me the motivation n courage…..to my FAMILY,please..i beg of u all,dont ever blame on her…

To her future BF : IF U DID ANYTHINGS THAT WOULD HURT HER..I FUCKING SWEAR I’LL FUCKING HAUNT U DOWN EVEN IM JUST A SPIRIT =) !"


"first time i take a pic when i were crying..looks sucks...anyway thats the last pic of mine b4 i gg =)"


And jumped off a building.

As I read his last status,

All his friends' desperate attempts to find him,

I could replay the scenes of what happened before his death through my mind's eye.

My heart broke bit by bit.

It really was as though the comments left by his friends were documenting all that had happened.

The most disturbing part was that the first guy I ever dated kept threatening to do the same thing, every time I wanted to break up with him.

I'm not gonna lie,

I've been depressed over break up-s too.

There were moments when I just wanted time to stop,

Or to shut my eyes and escape elsewhere.

The feeling of wanting to cut briefly flashed through my mind.

Even though I didn't do it,

I can understand what this guy was going through.

A small part of it.

So I won't call him stupid.

Who am I, or we, to be the judge of that?

Could we truly feel what he felt,

And know what he was going through?

The level of depression he had was probably too deep for anyone to comprehend.

From what I know, it takes a lot of guts to commit suicide.

They always call it the coward's way out,

And maybe it's true.

But imagine, wanting to leap from a tall building,

Consciously knowing that death waited for you on the other side.

Not knowing where death would take you.

I'll bet you'd have moments of hesitation, too.

It'd take a lot out of you to take that leap.

They say that the last thought that goes through the mind of a person committing suicide,

Is that they want to live.

Everyone wants to, we're all scared of death.

We don't mention it so often,

But we are.

So don't call him stupid or a coward.

It's really not our place.

I don't know the guy, I've never met him, in fact.

But I do know that it is a huge loss.

This guy probably had a bright future ahead of him,

And now we'll never know.

Reading all the comments on his status makes it all clear,

That he was well-loved by his family and friends.

And the pain they have to go through now, is just.. Indescribable.

I hope that you, whoever you are,

If you're reading this and you're planning to do the same thing.

Taking your own life doesn't only affect you.

Know that it's the people you leave behind who are affected the most.

I send my condolences to his family and friends.

God be with you in your time of pain.

Rest in peace, Alviss Kong.

P/S: I've realised that the suicide note in Facebook is now no longer available. So I've copy pasted it on from another site.

Sunday, December 05, 2010

Walking On Water



You look around, staring back at you
Another wave of doubt, will it pull you under? You wonder
What if I'm overtaken? What if I never make it?
What if no one's there? Will You hear my prayer?



Time and time again, I've doubted myself.
What if, I really don't get what I want?
What if, someone else gets it, and I'm left all alone,
Out in the cold?

I have big dreams.
Bigger than me.
I dream to do the impossible.
I dream to take on the unknown.

Sometimes it just seems so far away,
So unobtainable.
Even when I tell anyone about what I want to do,
I feel my knees quake.

I know that there are so many ways that I would fail,
That I would fall and get hurt.

I'm scared.


When you take that first step into the unknown
You know that He won't let you go



But then I know,
If I don't take on what I want to do,
I'll regret it for the rest of my life.
I know I won't ever live it down.

I also know that there are people who believe in me,
And will support me through it all.




So what are you waiting for? What do you have to lose?
Your insecurities, they try to hold to you
But you know you're made for more, so don't be afraid to move
Your faith is all it takes, and you can walk on the water, too




So then I chose to walk that path,
Filled with cobblestones and sharp knives.
I let go of that fear, and jumped.

What's impossible, anyway?
There really isn't such a thing.
It's just a reason for someone not to try.




So get out, and let your fear fall to the ground
No time to waste, don't wait, and don't you turn around and miss out
Everything you were made for, I know you're not sure
So you play it safe, you try to run away



Despite choosing,
I'd still go, "Wait, is this right? What, am I crazy? This is dangerous, shouldn't I be stopping?"

"Shouldn't I turn back?"

What if I do fail?
But what if I don't?
How will I know, unless I keep going?

I nearly gave up.
But then I realised that if I did, I wouldn't know what lay ahead.
I'd miss out on what was waiting for me at the end of this difficult road.
The only way to know, is to try.



Step out, even when it's storming
Step out, even when you're broken
Step out, even when your heart is telling you
Telling you to give up

Step out, when your hope is stolen
Step out, you can't see where you're going
You don't have to be afraid
So what are you waiting for?



So really, there isn't anything for me to wait for.
Except for myself,
To take the chance and leap.

I'm still chasing my dreams,
Still stumbling, falling and getting hurt along the way.
But I'm not stopping till I've achieved them.

I've taken on a new belief,
The belief that nothing in this world is impossible.

Just difficult.

_____________________________________

Dear you,

Please don't give up on your dreams.
Remember, even the greatest people on Earth started off like we did.
And it wasn't easy for them, either.
So stick with your dreams, however crazy.
'Cos you never know,

They just might come true.

Love,
Me

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

From Granddaughter to Grandfather

From a granddaughter to her grandfather.

Grandpa was tall.

And big.

He never looked like a typical old man.

I've always had trouble remembering his age.

Because he looked younger than his real age.

He was 89.

When Grandpa walked,

He walked with a certain vigour that most men his age could not match.

He was strong.

He had balding white-grey hair,

A cheeky look in his eyes.

And a cheeky grin to go with it.

Back in my childhood,

Grandpa was like a giant.

Because to me he was always this big strong figure.

In my innocence,

I thought he was stronger than my dad.

And maybe he was, at the time.

I remember back then, I'd always bounce on his knee.

He'd carry me around,

And he'd tell me how small and light I was.

He did this until I turned 8,

By then I was told to be too old to be carried around like a baby.

However I'd still beg for it sometimes,

And he'd indulge me despite my age, and how heavy I'd gotten.

He was a little over 60 at the time.

That's how strong my grandpa was.

During the course of his illness,

Grandpa shrunk.

On his last birthday,

He was so small and frail, I nearly couldn't recognise him.

It was like he would break at the slightest touch.

Then it came.

It was raining heavily that day.

I was getting ready for a reunion with my primary school classmates,

When we got a call from my aunts.

My grandfather had lost his life to colon cancer.

I remember crying a lot.

I remember going to his funeral.

Although I saw him in his coffin,

I half expected him to spring back to life,

Demanding to be let out of that confounded box.

He never did.

When they sent him to be cremated,

I wanted them to stop.

I was afraid he'd be afraid of the fire.

I had delusions of him screaming for help in the heat of the furnace.

I nearly cried for them to stop.

Then a sudden realisation hit me,

Grandpa was dead.

The flames may burn as hot as they can,

The body in the coffin can't feel a thing,

It didn't move, much less scream.

He's not coming back.

I guess it took a while for me to realise that.

Or rather, to accept it.

Because out of all my grandparents, he was the closest to me.

He left the biggest impact on my life.

I remember when he first got news that I was enlisted for National Service,

He insisted to come to KL to see me (grandpa lived in Penang).

My tenderest moment with him,

Was when he showed me his violin.

It was his most precious thing,

And I felt honored that he showed it to me.

Grandpa was always this person that I loved to please.

It's like, when I see him happy or proud or showing any sign of emotion to me,

It gave me great joy.

Grandpa was never really an intense person.

It's probably because he's a typical China man.

They don't really show emotions.

If I said "I love you" to him,

He'd say "Thank you."

There would be no "I love you, too."

After the funeral,

I dreamed of him.

My whole family did,

But I think I saw him the most.

Around, 4 times, then it stopped.

The rest of my family only saw him once, I think.

Some were happy dreams,

Some were painful.

I'm no Buddhist.

In fact, I'm Christian.

But I'd give anything to see him in my dreams again.

I've never really gotten over the loss.

I don't think I ever will.

In fact, as I type this I can feel the tears formulating in my eyes.

But you know what they say about the ones you love?

That they never really do leave as long as you keep them in your heart?

It's true.

Because I find that whenever I miss him,

I think back on the memories I shared with him,

I think of how he would react to different situations,

His face,

His expressions,

His gestures,

And he lives again.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Love is



Whenever he walks into the room,

Your heart skips a beat,

Butterflies have a grand party in your stomach,

And all of a sudden,

The world is a more beautiful place.

Your mood lifts a whole lot,

And your smile grows wider.

You'd be so unable to tear your eyes away from him,

Because it's like he's the only person in the room that matters.

But you take caution as you stare.

Should he turn to you,

You turn away, bashful.

Fearing he might think of you as crazy.

You'd forgive him no matter what shit he's put you through,

Because he's all you want.

Every hour spent with him goes by too fast,

And every second without,

Is far too slow.

His very embrace,

Makes you feel so safe.

As though all of your troubles, pain and sorrow,

Melt away the instant he holds you.

And you could just lie there for.... Well, ever.

'Cos it's your favourite place in the universe.

His kiss sends tingles up your spine,

And it feels so heavenly,

That you'd yearn for more.

You'd want to know everything about him,

To understand him.

And in knowing everything,

Even his uglies,

You'd still want to be with him, more than anyone else.

All the more,

You'd want to be there for him.

'Cos, well, it's him.

You'd have no reason for it, really.

The little things he does for you,

Even if it's as meager as... Opening a door for you,

Turn your legs to jelly.

It's what makes you trust yourself,

To want to break down those strong walls you've built to protect your heart,

And let him in.

Because, you'd trust him no matter what.

Because you'd want him to know you, too.

Losing him,

Would be unthinkable.

It'd be like losing a part of your soul.

And that would be your greatest fear.

You'd risk everything you have,

Even your life,

For him, as long as he's happy.

You'd give it your all.

You don't need to be with him,

Because as long as he's happy,

Even if it's with another girl,

You'll be happy.

Because that means putting one person's happiness before yours,

Not many people can do that.

That, to me,

is Love in its purest, truest form.

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Help


I think I'm crazy.

I get curious way too easily,

Then I irritate the hell out of people by asking too many questions.

I love the idea of walking around in costumes,

Just because I can.

Like on Halloween,

I loved parading around in hugely thick eyeliner,

Just for the heck of it.

If I had a witch/zombie/(insert mythical character here) costume, I would've worn it too.

(For Foreign readers: We don't celebrate Halloween in Malaysia)

Last Thursday, I wrapped my scarf around my head like a Muslim (though I ended up looking like a farmer),

Cos I thought it was fun.

I like outlandish dressing,

Cos I think it's cool.

I like being different from people,

Because I think being the same is boring.

And I have this theory that we are all turning into robots because we all want to look the same/act the same/conform to something.

IT'S TRUE!

Case in point: Is it just me, or do all Korean girls look the same? (hint: Plastic surgery)

I like doing stupid things like dancing in the rain,

Cos I think that's the way to live.

I turned down a RM500 job offer,

Cos I hated the job, and I believe that I'm worth more than that.

Therein leaving the security of being employed.

I took up a 2nd internship that pays RM300,

Cos I love the job,

And I admire the boss.

I'm still not securely employed, by the way.

But I am damn happy and proud of myself, cos I love the work.

I am actually anticipating my first day at work.

I have these crazy ideas that I still wish would come true.

For example, I still harbor a secret wish to go into the television and enter TV world and live there.

I believe that unicorns exist. They're just hiding.... Somewhere.

I think that actual Wizards do live among us, and they study at Hogwarts.

I believe that failing is good, cos that's the best way to learn.

I also believe that I have the ability to change the world.

Make people think differently,

Inspire them.

And make the world a better place.

I'm one of those screw balls who believe that they are somebodies,

Those loonies who think that sticking out like a sore thumb is cool,

Cos it's what makes us different.

Yes, I'm crazy.

But do I care?

No, not really.

And I don't think I should, either.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Nicholas

I pity the guy.

First off, he's fat.

So fat, in fact, I fear he may die of obesity.

What with all the milk and cookies the children give him...

He's probably at a huge risk of heart disease and diabetes.

His time may soon come.

He's always having to keep track of who's naughty and nice.

Imagine, there are a bajillion children around the world.

Parents have so much trouble in keeping track of one.

But this guy?

He da man.

He's like a bajillion years old, and he still remembers the kids!

I bet he stalks them.

But seriously, how the hell does one person take care of a bajillion kids?

I think it's his elves.

I think they do the dirty work for him.

They probably wear invisibility suits.

And they go around stalking children.

They probably follow them everywhere.

Even to the toilet.

They probably write down every single deed they do.

Damn these guys are good.

But poor Nick has to process who's naughty and nice.

I bet the Missus complains.

I bet he's so busy he neglects her sometimes.

Like at night, when she wants to "get it on" with him,

His response would probably be:

"No dear, not tonight, I'm too tired."

When most husbands go "Yeah baby!"

So the poor guy probably doesn't have a thriving sex life either.

And who pays him anyway?

I mean, GIVING toys to people?

That can't be cheap.

And how can he pay those elves?

And kids these days, they don't want dolls and toy cars anymore.

They want iPhones, iPads, iPods, Wii, Xbox and all.

So I'm pretty sure the guy has to pay double for whatever presents he gives.

Man it sure is hard.

And all he gets is a fancy schmancy "Saint" in front of his name.

Just to make it more glamourous.

And as December approaches,

I bet he has more sleepless nights.

On the 24th, the poor old guy has to lug a huge sack (it's a wonder how his back doesn't break. Maybe it has, but that would've been catastrophic),

Drive reindeer and fly all over the world.

Go to every single house (do you even know how many there are?),

And stuff himself down chimneys.

As if it isn't enough that the guy is obese.

And before stuffing himself down the damned things,

He has to make sure that they aren't lighted.

Just in case his butt gets burned.

Plus, he's done this for hundreds of years!

It's a wonder that it hasn't driven him bonkers.

No wonder he laughs funnily.

I mean who laughs with a "Hohoho!"?

Poor guy.

I think we should have a "St. Nicholas Appreciation Day".

At the very least we'd commemorate his services,

Instead of leaving milk and cookies.

Heck, it's healthier!

Poor poor Nick.

(Disclaimer: Inspired by Neil Gaiman's Nicholas)

Monday, November 01, 2010

For the Broken Hearted

A telling of a broken heart, from a girl's perspective.
Or at least, how I see it.


When a girl's heart is broken,

There is a sort of pain.

You can't really express it.

You feel this great throbbing in your chest,

Your head starts to throb in pain as well.

Your tears come, for a while.

Sometimes it doesn't stop,

Sometimes they come in a few droplets.

Sometimes, you scream.

Because the pain is just much too great.

You can't talk,

Because sometimes words fail.

You sleep more,

Because you just don't want to feel the hurt.

Because you want an escape from reality.

So you no longer feel.

You wish for someone to hold you,

Because you just feel so alone.

It's like no one wants you.

It's like you aren't worth holding on to.

And you want someone to hold on to,

So you'd feel wanted, after all.

But when someone does hold you,

You'd still feel empty inside.

Because the one you want to hold you most,

Will never hold you again.

It's like the world has ended,

Because your love cannot be mended.

And when people tell you to move on,

That the past is in the past,

You just feel even more pressured.

Because although what they say is true,

How the hell can you be expected to forget someone who was once your entire world?

It's not easy.

When people call you desperate,

Saying there are tons of fishes in the sea,

You think,

Goddammit, I'm not stupid.

I know that very well!

It's just this one guy you want.

Why is he so special?

The answer to that, is in fact, simple.

You love him.

And what's so wrong with that?

Then you find that the tears no longer come.

And you no longer want to scream.

Because the hurt you felt a while ago, it's all numbed.

But it's still there.

In passing weeks you try,

To distract yourself,

To stop thinking about that jerk.

Because you need to stop hurting.

You hate feeling hurt.

So you want to feel happy.

You avoid everything that reminds you of him,

Because then you'd think of him.

Big no-no.

You guard your heart with steel and armor.

To make sure it doesn't hurt again.

But isn't it funny?

Because some of the time,

The creep drifts back into your mind.

Messes up your emotions,

Make you hurt even more.

Then you start missing him,

Something you absolutely hate.

But you can't help it.

Cos you just can't let go.

Now it's up to the next guy,

To distract you from the jerk,

Make you pay attention to him instead.

See if he can mend this broken heart at all.

But does it need to wait for the next guy?

Can't we just let go by ourselves?

I believe we can.

Girls, we've been doing it all wrong.

Instead of distracting ourselves, we should've let it all out.

Taken all the time we needed to let our anger, hurt and pain go.

It's okay to hurt and be angry.

It's even okay to love someone who used to love you.

And I know it hurts.

But tell me, what's wrong with having a little bit of love in our lives?

As much as it hurts, it's not wrong, is it?

Didn't you feel much better after crying over something hurtful?

Didn't you feel much better after screaming at your annoying brother who spilled Milo all over your assignment?

Well, apply that to your heartache.

Vent it, go all out.

See if you feel better after that.

Author's Note: Damn son, why do my ideas always come in the middle of the night? -.-

Sunday, October 31, 2010

You said, They said


When you were 4,

You said,

I want to be like Superman!

I want to fly around,

Shoot laser beams from my eyes,

And fight bad guys!

They said,

No, that’s not possible,

Superman doesn’t even exist.

When you were 6,

You said,

I want to be the Prime Minister!

Lead my country,

Do better for my people.

They said,

That’s not possible,

It’s too hard.

When you were 12,

You said,

I want to be a doctor,

And find a cure for cancer.

They said,

Stop dreaming,

You aren’t smart enough.

When you were 16,

You said,

I want to be a rockstar,

Like Elvis and Jimi Hendrix,

A legend, rich and famous.

They said,

Get real,

You aren’t even talented.

When you were 20,

You said,

I want to change the world,

Make it a better place.

They said,

Who are you?

A tiny dot among billions.

Quit dreaming.

But when you think about it,

Most victories begin with a dream,

Usually with one person.

So why not be that person?

Who’s to say you can’t dream big?

Who’s to say it won’t come true?

So keep those dreams,

Dream as big as you want to,

And make them come true.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

These Silly Things

Dancing_in_the_rain-283x406.png dancing in the rain image by duhuduhu

I had just gotten off the bus after a group discussion at One Utama,

When it rained heavily.

So I ran as fast as I could to the nearest mamak stall for shelter.

A heavy downpour ensued.

Then a thought came.

"What if I walked in the rain? What would it feel like?"

There were many times, in fact, that I've pondered this question.

I never got the chance to play in the rain when I was a kid.

Mum always shooed me in whenever it started drizzling.

So I wondered and thought,

Then my curiousity (as always) got the better of me.

So I paid for my teh tarik, zipped up my bag, and walked out into the pouring rain.

At that moment, I knew I made the right decision.

The feeling of water showering down on me,

Every drip left an insatiable tingle against my skin.

I wanted more,

For the rain to really REALLY pour down on me.

I opened my arms wider to feel the rain.

I felt my lips curl into an intoxicated smile,

A bursting feeling came from the pit of my stomach,

And then, losing all resistance, I broke into laughter.

Then I twirled, like a madwoman dancing on the streets.

At that moment, I felt like a kid again.

I giggled and smiled to myself as I made my way home in the pouring rain,

Passersby in cars stared at me as though I was completely nuts.

I knew full well that my cold (I am sick at the moment) would very likely become even worse.

I also knew that when I got home, I would be greeted by my brothers with: "JIE JIE! WHY ARE YOU SO WET?"

Thank goodness my parents weren't home or else I'd get a walloping so bad....

But honestly?

I didn't care.

Because in that instance, I was just happy,

I was living in the moment.

I reveled in it.

Many times we've come across quotes and sayings that tell us to live in the moment,

We all agree to it.

Or at least, I do.

But how often do we REALLY carry it out?

When was the last time you really let lose?

Really REALLY lived in the moment, doing something completely crazy just because you felt like it?

As adults, we hang on to the perception that we must, MUST act as mature as possible, in every situation.

We say no, I'm not acting silly, I'll look stupid, people will think I'm crazy.

But really, it's you, making it up in your mind that it looks stupid.

And what do "people" know anyway?

For all you know, they could be living boring, flat lives.

Is that what you want, really?

While it may be good to be mature,

It's always great to let loose once in a while.

As I entered the working world, I started to feel the routine in my life.

I get up, go to work, do my work, come home, have dinner with my family, then I sleep.

And the next day, I do the exact same thing.

Back when I was a kid,

There was something new every day.

I could be the Yellow Ranger (of Power Rangers) saving the world from evil monsters one day,

Then a beautiful princess living in a beautiful castle the next.

Now if I were to do the things I did when I was a kid today at 20,

People would stare and say "Grow up, will you?"

But think, when you did all these things back then, weren't you happy?

Wasn't it great to just be silly, and not worry about what other people thought,

And just live?

Between looking respectable and being just plain happy, I'd choose the latter.

Wouldn't you?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Anew



I screamed,

I cried,

I laughed,

I sang,

I danced.

All of which, I did on the very same day.

It was amazing.

A roller coaster ride unlike any other.

Every twist and turn opened my eyes a little wider.

In the past two days, I underwent Personal Growth - a program in the Idea Rawkstarrs training course by 95% the Advertising Academy.

I am still, and always will be, completely blown away.

Because when I stepped out the classroom,

I felt lighter,

Like all my problems were washed away.

Every hurt, trauma, pain,

Completely let go.

I felt different, renewed.

I finally know who I am.

I see things so differently now.

There's no denying it,

The old Eileen died on 16th October 2010,

And on that same day, a new Eileen was born.

Thank you, so much to the 95% Advertising Academy,

Janet, Jonathan, Shahnaz, Felicia and Illyaz.

And the 7 other Rawkstarrs,

Jason, Uzair, Amelia, Mel, Yong, Asha and Hezne.

Your support was immense.

So much so that it's overwhelming.

I couldn't have done it without you.

A million thank you-s do not justify how grateful I am.

And now, I'm fired up and ready to take on the challenges that may ensue.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

10/10/10

It's auspicious,

A great day to get married, they say.

Well, to the single folks (like me),

We don't exactly have an "other half" to do anything with on this day.

In my opinion? The only thing special about this day is the fact that such a number rarely happens.

And a few of my friend's birthdays are on this day.

Oh, and the "TENG TENG TENGGGGG!"

Not like I have a boyfriend to do anything special with today.

But really, is 10/10/10 just for couples?

I think not.

So tomorrow, I will go all out do 10 very exciting things.

Behold!

Eileen Woo's How-I-Keep-Myself-From-Being-Lifeless-When-I-Really-Am-(not) list:

1. Buy water guns, and have a water fight with my brothers.
2. Do a syok sendiri photoshoot. Hair, make up, the works.
3. Do homework (What else is new? Well, I still have responsibilities, you know.)
4. Start Kancil's entry. (yalah I procrastinated)
5. Continue doing uni search. Must not slack liao.
6. Call up all my close friends and yell "TENG TENG TENNGGG!" the minute they say hello.
7. After that remind them how much I love them else they'll never answer my calls.
8. Mop house. (Eh it's a good habit okay)
9. Start compiling portfolio.
10. Buy a GQ magazine. (What? It's good to get in touch with my.. Uh... Masculine side. No I am not secretly aspiring to be a male.)

Looks like a busy Sunday, don't it?

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Teasers



Hell yeah, I'm so gonna watch this.

Are these posters the coolest or what?

Monday, October 04, 2010

A story to share


cutecuppycake:  wordsoflove: I was on the bus today to get ready to pick up the girlfriend from the hospital. Then I noticed a man that sat right across from me. As the buses made its stops. The bus started to fill up more and more until it was really full. But even through the crowd, I could see that no one wanted to sit with him. Was it that he looked weird? Was it that his arms were slanted weirdly? Was it that his eyes were different? I look as no one had sat beside him when there were clearly two spots beside him. So I got up literally pushed aside people to sit right next to him and sit there while I listened to my IPod. Something about him made me realize that the more different you are, the more you get judged, the more you get these weird looks. Being on that bus alone made me realize, it takes one person to make someones day. I felt his smile when I got off the bus. I loved the fact that I could do that to just one person. He’s handicap. So what. He ain’t perfect, and none of yall can judge him. Cause some of yall are fat, some of yall have mad pimples, some of yall..wait EVERYONE has many things about them that they don’t like. Don’t act like you’re perfect. Act like you’re human. That’s it.

I was on the bus today to get ready to pick up the girlfriend from the hospital.

Then I noticed a man that sat right across from me.

As the bus made its stops.

The bus started to fill up more and more until it was really full.

But even through the crowd,

I could see that no one wanted to sit with him.

Was it that he looked weird?

Was it that his arms were slanted weirdly?

Was it that his eyes were different?

I look as no one sat beside him when there were clearly two spots beside him.

So I got up literally pushed aside people to sit right next to him and sat there while I listened to my iPod.

Something about him made me realize that the more different you are,

the more you get judged,

the more you get these weird looks.

Being on that bus alone made me realize,

it takes one person to make someone's day.

I felt his smile when I got off the bus.

I loved the fact that I could do that to just one person.

He’s handicap.

So what?

He ain’t perfect, and none of y'all can judge him.

Cause some of y'all are fat,

some of y'all have mad pimples,

some of y'all..wait EVERYONE has many things about them that they don’t like.

Don’t act like you’re perfect.

Act like you’re human.

That’s it.

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Disclaimer :

I didn't write this. I saw this story on Tumblr and thought: Hey, he's right you know. This happens a lot, don't you think?

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