The Road through my Fucked Up Life.

Road paved on 10:51 PM |

How is Chennai?

Your Captain is now almost as dark as all the other Indians here. Bad bad news. Anyway, your Captain decided to take out the plane again to fly over the exotic land of India again.

It's a total of one week since I landed in this God-forsaken place and it has been a pretty eye-opening week. Picking up from where I left off in my last post, I'll start by telling you briefly what I did everyday till today.


Saturday, DAY 2.
We headed out to the Soup Kitchen. According to the books I read, what I imagined the Soup Kitchen to be is something like a buffet thingy, where the ppl line up and we serve them food behind the counter.

Instead, it was a close knitted thing, where the ppl sit together on mats in one terribly small room and just talk and sing before lunch is served. We, the three girls helped to prepare lunch, Yeepei going YeePy over this cutter thing, trying to use it (will post the picture up). We listen to these old ppl tell their stories and their cases are pretty damn sad. Husband died, sons left her alone, the usual sad case thingy. Very sad, not to mention a little depressing when you hear it over and over again.

I got bored half way through and ran out to take pictures. Was mobbed by kids trying to get their photos, so I was thinking, What the hell, lets just humor them. In return, they took me around the slums, chasing kites and somehow managed to stray very very far away.

When I returned (of course I did not get lost, who do you think I am? Richard?), I found everyone in distress mode, thinking that I was in trouble or something. Apologies to them, but it was so hilarious, seeing all of them so worried.

Downside, I am not allowed to stray anymore.


Sunday DAY 3.
Church. BORING!! It was in Tamil, so what do you expect? Furthermore it was a Bethren Church. BETHREN = A LOT of STANDING up and sitting down. Haha, no offence to the Bethrens, but it is the Gospel truth.

We also attended the Sunday School, and we acted out the Parable of the Lost Sheep.

Then Jesus told them this parable:
"Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninetynine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, "Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep."
I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninetynine righteous persons who do not need to repent.

I am the Shepherd. YeeP is the Sheep and Grace the narrator. Quite interesting. And we taught them a song. I tell you, their mimicry is superb. They can repeat the exact words with the correct sound. Like a perfect parrot.

Sidenote: YeeP is studying, on a VACATION!!!


Monday DAY 4
Went to the Tsunami Relief camp today. A bloody 3 hour journey from Chennai. Back hurt like shit after that. But the sceneries were interesting, not to mention the camp itself. But the day is just so hot that all we wanted was to sit under the shade and doze off.

They set up a temporary clinic that day and the shack used is in so sad a condition. IMHO, this tsunami may be a blessing in disguise to this village. It helped to bring forth these villages that needed severe help. If there was no this tsunami, these villages could have been dying for a long long time.

After that, when we returned to CMCT, three of us were eager to be off shopping alone. So we begged to be let off early, using exhaustion as an excuse. Once we dropped off at YWCA, we went off to shop.

YAY!! Finally got my Kamasutra. My list of books bought:
1. The Myst Reader. KenRhee wanted this.
2. Wheel of Time 2. Prem do not have this book, so decided to buy for her.
3. Live and Let Die. Thinking to start my James Bond collection.
4. Moonraker. Same cover, same publisher, but the price of the books differed by RM20.
5. The Silence of the Lamb.
6. Sherlock Holmes, complete novel and short stories. For only RM20.
7. Roald Dahl, complete short stories. For only RM25.
8. The Perfumed Garden.
9. The Kamasutra.
I'm a happy girl.

Plus, I finally get to eat CHICKEN!!! Good, hot, fatty, oily meat.


Tuesday DAY 5
Went to the slums again. This is getting boring, not to mention depressing. Same story, same cases. But there is something that was pointed out that is so true.

A woman can survive without a husband. She has the will to work and bring up her children properly.
A man is a piece of shit after his wife dies.

That is why you see a lot of ladies fighting for survival down here, while you don't see any man at all. They just squander away their money drinking and dying.

Went for the Anglo-Indian Ladies night. Taught them a Malay Christian Song. Quite fun. Put on the Lost Sheep skit again. More successful this time. I make a better sheep than Yeep.

The speaker spoke of the coming of the End and my, listen to all his subtle attacks at the Roman Catholic Church. If Sheena was here, hell will break loose and the End times would have begin there and then. Bur still, it got YeePei all riled up.

Me? No comments.

Side note: I got hooked unto Cryptic Puzzles. Damn the puzzle, damn the Grass.

Question of the day: Sight of a naked Grace compared to 2 Cikus. Is being served 2 Cikus worth the sight of a wet naked Grace prancing around?


Wednesday DAY 6
Went shopping again. Bought a blue color thingy that I will never wear again. I was forced into buying it. Serious.

Anyway, will post up a picture of Grace in the thing she bought. She looks good in it, but somehow, when I took the picture of her, she came out looking like a post-natal lady. Big breasts, flat tummy, and add on that dress. Haha.

And it finally entered my damn dumb mind that I suck at playing Ginrummy. Got trashed each time.


Thursday DAY 7
Went to Medical Camp somewhere far far away. We put on another play again for the villagers. The Good Samaritan, only this time, there were more ppl involved.

In reply Jesus said:
"A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. 'Look after him,' he said, 'and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.'
Luke 10 : 30 - 35

I was the poor Jew traveller who got robbed. Grace the Innkeeper, and YeeP the Good Samaritan.

ANd we finally get to help out!!! YAY!!! It took three of us to get the BP and Weight of one patient. Sheesh.

The cases are pretty normal. Diabetes, hypertension, dehydration. Saw a physiotherapist at work. Wont mind if he does his wonders on me. I'm in desperate need of some full body massage.

Hanged around, pretending to be doing things, without doing anything. The day just fritters away. And I'm here now blogging to you guys.


So today is DAY 7, 7 more days to go. And do I think of this elective so far?

Surprisingly tiring, but tiring in a good and content way. Life is good. No worries, just living for the moment. But the downside is the depression we see along the way.

The oppressed stay oppressed, and what can we do? In this God-forsaken place, where the rich do not care of the poor... what can we do? The rich ignores the poor, the rich oppresses the poor... what can we do?

Hmmm...

Miluda: Who do you think we are? We're not your animals! We're human, just like you! Have you ever been hungry? With only soup to eat for months? Why do we suffer? Because you nobles deprive us of our rights to live!
Algus: Human? Humph, Ridiculous! From the minute you were born you had to obey us. From the second you were born you were our animals.
Miluda: That's nonsense! Who decided all this! That's ridiculous!
Algus: It is the will of Heaven!
Miluda: In Heaven? God would never allow such a thing. All are equal in His eyes! He'd never let this happen! Never!
Algus: Animals have no God!
- Final Fantasy Tactics

We passed by on 10:51 PM |

Road paved on 12:05 AM |

First Day in Chennai.

Found myself in a small booth, sharing with Chewing Grass, typing away to you guys. See, I care for you so much. Now, at 7.00pm Chennai time (9.30pm M'sia time), i'v spent a total of 22 hours in this hot place with two great girls (ahem). And what they tell me... that I'm not wanted. I'm a *FLASHLIGHT* intruding their plans of being berdua-duaan (don't ask me what plans.) And considering I've only half an hour to blog, I will keep this asap (as short as possible).

We touched down at Chennai and there was this air stewardess who asked why are we three doing in Chennai.
Air Stewardess: Are you three studying in here?
Me: Nope. For fun.
Grace: No. Working plus studying.
Me: WORKING????
YeeP: Yes, in the hospital. 9 to 5.
Me: What? But got nothing to see in the hospital.
YeeP: What course are you taking?
Me: Medicine?
YeeP: What will you become?
Me: Doctor?
YeeP: So???

Ya, so??? It's supposed to be a holiday!!!! HOLIDAY!!!

Anyway, we made our way to through the immigration. Found a door that said REFUSAL ROOM, LADIES ONLY. Somebody tell me what this room means. Grace said its the room where ladies go reject their lovers.
We stepped out of airport and the first thing that hit me was how different it SMELLS!!! We hanged around, waiting for our transportation. YeeP and Grass were working themselves into a nervous wreck when they could not see our transport. As for me, I'm busy taking photos of ppl climbing on cars or men walking around in skirts.

Our room at the YWCA were quaint. Two beds, Grace sleeps on the floor. Somehow it reminded me of KKB all over again, doing hospital posting. And since we needed to do our washings, we had to have a clothesline and three of us debated where to tie it to. One suggestion was to tie it over our beds. Just imagine we are lying down and looking up and what do we see?

Our undergarments flapping in the wind and since we are looking at it, why not start comparing them too?


The next morning, woke up at an unearthly time of 8.00am and thank God there was hot water (diff from KKB). And after breakfast, we went to CMCT (Christian Missions Charitable Trust) where we were supposed to meet the person-in-charge, Dr. Coleen M. Redit.

Dr. Coleen M. Redit. When you hear the name, what is the first thing you can picture this doctor to me. Well, Dr. C.M Redit, I imagined to be a English-speaking, Indian male doctor. Well, then Grace tells me that the Doctor is actually a New Zealander, a White, and a FEMALE!!! What???? Isn't Coleen a male name and Redit an Indian name? Strange... after all, we have a guy friend name Coleen, or izzit Collin?

Anyhow, she happened to have returned to New Zealand, leaving us with a group of ladies that was supposed to show us around. We went for Chapel Service. Worship was good, Sermon was hilarious and boring. Hilarious because it was conducted in Tamil and the translator was trying to catch up with the Pastor. Boring, well.. sermons by tradition is supposed to be boring. The highlight would be the welcoming session, where we went invited on stage to be given a garland of lilies and velvet rose each. Indian tradition, just humor them. And there was speech giving.

I'm trained to give 7 minutes speech, but seeing that time is a restraint, my speech was barely 7 seconds. Hi. I'm Elena. Coming to Chennai for fun. Hope I have a good time here. God bless, and thank you. Sheena is so going to kill me.

After chapel, we had tea and then it was off to visit the whole center. They have a handicraft workshop, which does excellent handicrafts, will bring some if I have enough rupees left. They have a school, small children can be so cute when they are locked up in classes and not screaming everywhere. We met a few doctors in charge of the Health Centre and all that. We even went to the Bettany School, a school ran by CMCT and we were overwhelmed with so many kids trying to shake our hands.

I felt like some big shot president then. Haha... They sang for us and we visited the classrooms. The students all came from slums, but dressed in their uniform, they just looked like normal students to me. But after that we went to the slum areas... and the same kids seemed to have transformed.

I won't go into the melodrama of how saddening their living conditions are and all that, YeeP is going to yeep about it. But there is just one thing I felt when I took their pictures. The little kids were following us around, and you should see the joy on their faces when they see their little round faces on a LCD screen. I took their pictures and showed it to them and they were just laughing and screaming with joy. A little bubble of joy welled up in my heart as I see those expression on their faces.

Haha, talk bout little joys in life.

We saw a wedding ceremony, a big thing even in such woeful conditions. The people were so nice, letting us take pictures of their houses (if it can be called their house). It only have one room, they use it as a bedroom, kitchen and sitting room. The children run around naked and barefooted, but they seemed happy, only because there were strangers in their midst. They shook our hands, laughing with us, trying to draw our attention. Maybe they are just attention deficit.

After returning from the slum area, I was expecting to feel all dirty and uncomfortable, but that is not the case. These Indians are the same as you and I. They feel the same, they laugh the same way as I do. They look the same as me, a little idiotic but with laughter in their faces. Not bad people like some of my friends were trying to tell me.

Maybe I've only looked at the surface. But it is a slum area, the dirt and mud of society.

After a short nap in our room, we went for a walk (despite all warnings given to us by the adults about three girls walking alone on the streets). We finally ended up here, and I am supposed to share the one hour of renting tis comp with Grace. So I've used up 45 minutes and poor Grace is just standing there watching me type.

So gonna sign off now, and hopefully can blogged again in a few days time. Maybe post up some pictures too. See first la.

Till then...

No one lives in the slums because they want to.
It's like this train. It can't run anywhere except
where its rails take it.
- Cloud, Final Fantasy VII

We passed by on 12:05 AM |

Road paved on 7:22 PM |

Last Flight of the Holiday Season

Yup, this is your Captain speaking. And Yup, you read right. This is the last flight for this Holiday, which ends in two weeks time. Elena Airlines apologises for the inconvenience caused when all flights are cancelled till after two weeks. (Perasan case, like as if anyone reads this blog)

This Plane will be parked in the hangar for two weeks, absolutely no flights. Not even little jumps. The reason... your captain is going for a self-declared vacation to India for two weeks. 14 days of pure fun and fun and fun. Gonna go there and create havoc all over the place. MWAHAHAHA!!! Will wreck destruction worse than the tsunami, cause anarchy worse than George Bush, the whole subcontinent will burst into dust and sink to the bottom of the Indian Ocean.

ANd we say goodbye to YeeP and Grass. MWAHAHA!!!

Anyway, anybody who wants any souvenirs... tmr is the last chance for you guys to ask for it. And only those who post a message in the chatterbox will get one. Hehe...


Finally, a holiday. What will I be bringin to India? (Other than explosives and AK47s)... Going to india for Medical Electives, hoping to don the pristine white coat that symbolises the career I unfortunately chosen, but then Grass said donnit. Wahlaueh... cannot meh? But then Grace said must bring stethoscope. Yay!!! Can at least tunjuk gaya!! And flashlight. Yup she said flashlight.

Had this conversation with her just now.
I: Cannot bring labcoat, can bring stethoscope?
Grass: Must bring.
I: Yay!!! Can bring stethoscope!
Grass: And flashlight.
I: For what?
Grass: To shine into ppl's eyes and nose.
I: We meeting Indian's yup, but donnit so bright right.
Grass: ah, pentorch.

Grass, grass... tch, tch. Hehe.. Insulting the Indians for being so dark. How could you?

But there is no doubt about something. Among three of us, Me, YeeP and Grass, Grass is definitely the most responsible, no? So she'll be in charge of MY passport. So if it gets lost, I'm not to blame. Hehe..


Things to bring:
1. Bible and Recommendation Letter from church.
2. Stethoscop & Pentorch (not flashlight)
3. Clothes - 1 weeks worth and then rewash.
4. Camera
5. Notebooks
6. Pen & Pencils
7. Storybooks (just in case bored)
8. Shoes, socks, slippers
9. Cannot forget Visa, Passport, IC
10. Hm...MONEY!!! Kept in a pouch, hung around the neck and next to the skin (safest place possible)

And since it's a Medical Elective:
11. Clinical Medicine (Telly's / Mcleoids)
12. Hmm... Papa patho, Davidson, Harrison, Dorlands...

Jus jking. Tho No. 11 is valid. Its just tat I dont have any Clinical Medicine textbooks with me.


And what am I bringin back from India?
1. Kamasutra
2. Netters
3. Perfumed Garden
4. Books and more books
5. Half the disease in the world.


Pretty exciting two weeks to look forward to. I'm sure all off you are eager to know what's happening during this part of the Journey through my Fucked Up life. (For those who aren't, just shut up and pretend you are). But we are India. Chances of getting good connection (or even a computer) are very low, almost nil. So since I'm the responsible Captain of this Plane, I'll be taking notes and after I return, I'll compile the trip and post it up, OK?

So till then, there will be no more flights. You passengers can just sit back and visit some other blogs. Return two weeks from the above date and be ready for more action on this Journey through my Fucked Up life.


Man, I can't wait for the trip. To get away from behind this stupid desk, to just spread my wings and leap into the air and leave all worries behind. Working is a really huge thorn embedded deep in the ass.

This one month of work really opened my eyes and ears to all the happening of the adult world. You just have to sit at that little corner and, my God, all kinds of rumors just filter through. And how shrewd and dumb some ppl can be. Lemme give u some example:

#1: I was touching up this logo for a customer and the customer is talking to Boss bout this friend of hers. The friend is a late 40 male, married with a 10 year old kid. This male has a mistress, who happened to be a 19 years old college student studying in Nilai. Talk about being a paedophile. He bought a car for her, jewelleries, paid for tuition fees. And a few weeks ago, the student left him with HER BOYFRIEND. Talk about being a dumb paedophile.

#2: We have a customer named Shith. How am I to pronounce it? I was to call him one day. "Good morning, can I speak to Mr. er...er.. This is Ant Image."

#3: We have a fat lady customer. Very bitchy, like to bitch around. I call her Fei Poh Lai Lai.

#4: There is one customer that looked like Chik Ian. Quarrelled with him once, I fucking dont care. His fault anyway. He gave me the logo and I just drew according to his specs. How the hell would I know it would turn out so frigging ugly? Maybe because he thought up the logo and because he's plain dumb that's why its ugly. This proves it. Anyone that has birdface are dumb!

#5: Boss is a male chauvinistic pig. He bullies his wife around and thinks all females are useless. My dad said that it was his upbringing. Brought up in a conservative kampung family. PIG! You should see how I debated with him about who is wrong and who is right. Which of course I was right and he ending up like a fool. But still, he would not admit he's wrong. Dumb pig.

#6: Was designing a sign for a customer. He gave me the sample, ask me to follow it exactly. Those words on the sample:
Dear Customers:
Happy CHINESE New Year all the
Customers, We will be not deliver the paper.
From this date: 10, 11, 12 and 13. We will
be start on Monday 14/2/05 at delivering
the paper.
This guy stands a chance to with the Putlitzer Prize. NOT!!!

#7: A customer came down from KL to back rubberstamp. A Malay. He was bragging how much he sold his rubberstamps. At RM7. The cost is RM4.50. Dumb. He is running a lost (u have to count the petrol and tolls). My Boss said it in front of his face that he is stupid in Chinese.

#8: Boss' daughter is a real bitch. A 4 year old who is so damn spoilt it make Veronica Lodge looks like Betty Cooper. God, she screams and fakes tears when her mother do not give her what she wants. She comes to the office after kindergarten and I had to suffer her endless talking and screaming for 3 bloody hours before her father takes her home. Sometimes I feel like just choking her and throwing her down the stairs.


I can go on and on forever about all kinds of ppl I meet. Some nice, some bitchy, some dumb, some just plain annoying. And my Boss learnt not to put me at the frontline to deal with customers. Haha... no patience at all. I don't outrightly yell, i roll my eyes and be really sarcastic. Sometimes, that can be scary, even to myself.

Stupid boss, dumb customers, must always smile and all that crap. Sigh... If anything goes wrong, its "YOUR fault! Not MY fault" thrown into my face, by customers and Boss alike. Sheesh. It's the company policy that before you hand in the final product, it would be checked by a colleague to make sure that there are no mistakes. So its not completely MY fault when goods are rejected.

But when I'm not wrong? HELLO!!! WHAT THE HELL??!!! Like there was one time my Boss' computer got virus. Remember the policy of checking? I would save the work in the diskette and pass it to the Boss. So the Boss said it was my fault that the computer got the virus. All because of this dumb guy who came to check the computer and said this virus came from Internet Explorer. Well, my computer is the only one connected to the net via Broadband, so my comp is always online and it is no secret I surf as I work. But the thing is... I have erected tons of firewalls and antispywares and there are 3 anti-virus programs running every second as I work, not to mention everyday before I go home, I set my comp to scan for viruses using an online program. And that virus can't be my doing because... I use Firefox.

Go FIREFOX gO!!!

But I can't complain much. Afterall, I've downloaded up to 5 gigs of manga thanks to the company. Its manga, comic BOOKS that is like 30megaBytes per book. So how many books have I downloaded? You do the maths yourself. And talking about manga, there is one occassion I just like to share.

I got this manga website from a close friend and so I decided to check it out. So it happened the Boss' daughter was there at that time. So I turned to her to tell her to go away. Below is the conversation in Chinese:
I: Go away.
Kid: What is that?
I: *look at the computer* Holy shit!!
The website is a porn site. The manga is embedded deep within the site. So on the screen at that moment was naked hand drawn girls. I tried to close the window, and the stupid computer decided to hang at that time.
Kid: What is that?
I: Work la.
Kid: No la, why got ppl wan? (She runs to her mother.) Mommy, mommmy, come see what is that?
I: PANIC ATTACK!!!
Mother: Keep quiet. Don't disturb Elena.
Thank God for little favors. The computer went back to normal as soon as she spoke. And well ends well.
Phew...


So now it has come to an end and in 24 hours I would be on a plane heading out to the great unknown with two good friends.

Till I return, adios amigos!!

One of these things is not like the others... A Stapler,
Mothra, and the Olympics. SO... which one is it?
- Yuji Horii (Dream Ending), Chrono Trigger

We passed by on 7:22 PM |

Road paved on 11:30 AM |

Happy Valentine's Day!!

As you guys know, yesterday is Valentine's Day. So what did you all do? I know friends who went out fishing because they were bored. Some cooked and ate alone (poor thing). Some could only stare at their girl/boyfriend's pictures because the person happened to be out of the world or something. Some did not even realise it was Valentine's.

Well, some luckier ones get to hang out with their girl/boyfriends. Some get to eat their girlfriend's personally cooked meal, most spend the night staring into each other's eyes at some fancy restaurant (Food Avenue counted). And some just hang out at their place doing things I rather not describe. Some get to listen to piano recitals (albeit its a bit lonely alone) and some spent Valentine's climbing Eifel Tower. *glower with jealousy*

What did I do? SECRET.


What is Valentine's anyway? It pays tribute to my favourite Final Fantasy VII character, Vincent Valentine. It happens to be one of my friends birthday, who is aptly named Valentino. What else? Back in secondary school, when I have yet to find myself a boyfriend, I deemed Valentine's as a chance to do some fund-raising. Me friends and I will sells chocolates and flowers to fools who are willing to spend RM100 above for just a bouquet. We really did earn a lot back then.

But now... hmm... let's not go into that eh...


Anyway, since its valentine, I would like to dedicate these posts to a few angels that had graced my life since I was born.

I used to think that God-sent angels have huge wings and golden shining halos, but as I grew up, I realised angels do not have wings or round hoops on their heads. They come in all shapes and sizes. They enter your life, and either stay or move on. But they will certainly leave something behind in your life.

I've angels that had entered my fucked up life. Some touched my life and moved on. Most remained behind and became friends. Few remained as angels in my heart.


The first angel I kept close to my heart happened to be, my best friend. When i first met her, when I was still a little kid, I did not know better. But as I grew, I realise that she was like an angel to me. Even though if she doesn't know it, she actually helped shape me into what I am today. She's like a playmate, we do things together, hang out together. And being around her makes me really comfortable and I could just kick back and relax, knowing I at least have a friend who accepts me and do not pass judgemental comments over me.

Not to mention she was the one who brought me to Christ. I thank God for this angel, truly. May He bless her wings to bring her higher into the world.


MY second angel... well, he was an answered prayer. When my first angel left to further her studies, I kinda fell out and about, feeling a litte depressed and all. I went through this period of insecurities through college, feeling like the world is oppressing me and just pushing me down and trying to bury me. I prayed to God to save me from this phase.

And He sent me this angel, this angel that sacrificed his wings to protect me and shower me with his love. This angel went through thick and thin for me. He is my sanctuary, my blanket of security. I feel safe knowing that he will shield me from what ever the world throw at me, he will always be there, watching over me. He showed me love that I would have never known if not for him. He proved to me that I was loved and blessed.

Indeed I'm lucky to have him, I'm grateful and truly thankful that God gave me him. I do not deserve such an angel and I am like a burden for his torn broken tired wings. But still... God will provide for us. After all, He provided me him. This is our 3rd Valentine's together, and by God's grace, there would be many more.

Reaching through the dark for the light,
I cried for peace and love so bright,
Catching me as I was to fall,
He came to me, to answer my call,
An angel of hope, faith and love,
Reaching to me from above,
Dancing among the gentle light,
Guiding me to journey right.

So two of my most precious angels, both my bfs. Hehe.. What about other angels? you ask. Those angels that became friends? Well, if I am to name each one, hmm.. you'll probably get bored and jump off the Plane.

To name some angels that became friends to me I have to name my CG mummy Grace Chew. Also known as Chewing GRASS around here. She may not know it, but she had been really mummy like to me. She's gave me encouragement, both spiritually and in studies. She helped me to grow in faith in Him and showed me that God loves me very much. And the CG family will never be complete without a gong which unfortunately (hehe) happened to be an angel who shed her wings too. This Gong, well... can never imagine her as an angel. more like Lucifer's friends or something. But she is fun to be with. She kinda like this irritating elder sister that I thank God I never had. She looks out for me, always teasing me and BULLYING me. She just kindle this feeling of being a younger and loved sister in me. Good? Dunno. But she still is an angel that became my friend.


Ok, too much sentimentality in one short flight. Giving me goosebumps. Gonna go. Will fly again tomorrow.

Till then, I leave you a quote by the character named after Valentine's.

Escape from a world of illusions... Hmph... I wonder which is better.
- Vincent Valentine, Final Fantasy VII

We passed by on 11:30 AM |

Road paved on 1:02 AM |

Happy Chinese New Year

The Captain and Flight Crew would like to take this opportunity to wish all passengers a Happy and Prosperous New Year.

Gong Xi Fa Chai,
Ang Pow Na Lai,
Happy New Year,
Ang Pow Bring HERE!!!

Talking about angpows... I havent come around to calculate the amount I have accumulate so far. And there is still the winnings and losings of bets and gambling that need to be balanced out.. sigh.. Hate the maths, love the money.

But I realised something. Angpows are getting bigger every year. A few years back, we used to get RM1, RM2 from our friends' parents. Now... we expect no less than RM10 from friends we barely met. I ain't no complainin bout it, no sirree. Big angpow means more money and only the giver is complaining.

What if the angpow keeps on getting bigger??? By the time I get married, a usual angpow maybe as big as RM50 to my children's friends. Shit!!! We can only hope it doesnt happen.


And this year, New Year seemed to be a little dead. Maybe it's just me growing older and no more appreciating the New Year... but the area around my house seemed to be a little quiet, which is unnerving if you expect 24 hours of bing bing bang bang of firecrackers and drums. Most probably I've grown immune to it. My house is the brightest of all houses in my area (my dad partially owns a light-manufacturing company) and sometimes it embarasses me.

But still, I don't really feel the cheer of CNY like those past years. Let's just sit back and compare and contrast this year New Year and yesteryears...

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First Day
Wake up early. Wear new clothes. Greet parents eagerly for angpows. Go to Grandparents house to get pai nian. Go Old Folks Home to talk with old ppl.
Woke up late. Dressed in normal Tshirt and pants, hang around house playing PS2. About evening, got angpow from parents and then only changed into new clothes to go Old folks Home with grandma. Gave angpows and cabut.
Hmm... wonder what changed.

Second Day
Wear 2nd pair of new clothes to visit relatives. Jump from one house to another. Usually sit down and gamble with cousins. At home, ppl come to visit, bringing angpows. Alternate years we host CNY party.
Stay at home the whole day. Play PS2, sleep.
Pretty interesting day, eh...

Third to Fifth Day
Go visit friends. Sometimes dad brings us to his friends. Usually I go out alone with MY friends to collect angpows.
Stay at home the whole day. Play PS2, sleep.
My friends are all over the place at all four corners of the world. Shucks. Means no angpows from them this year, hehe...

Only highlight was going to PJ for dinner with Jody's parents and when Richard's mom visited.

So now u see why i do not get that new year cheer. sigh.

Watever. Signing off now...

Happy Chinese New Year to you guys out there. May the Rooster give you prosperity.

Boy, it's been a slow day. Come on. Give me a big one.
- Master Fisherman (shortly before Balamb crashes into pier), Final Fantasy VIII

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Road paved on 1:37 PM |

What's up?

The big blue sky.

Well, that is what i would see if I am outside having fun in the sun. But instead, I am cooped up in this office and what's up? A white-washed ceiling and a Philip flourescent tube light.

It's currently 2 hour and 30 minutes into the start of TGIF. Waiting for Boss to bring back work for me to do, so in the meantime, what the hell, let's just blog since its been like a week since I posted anything interesting.

That is if I was ever interesting.

It's a fucked up life. Nothing ever interesting ever happen in a fucked up life unless I will it to happen. And somehow now, the only thing interesting tat is ever gonna happen is this trip to Chennai. (hopefully, hehe)


Other than that, I'm glad to report, despite my busy schedule, I managed to finish 4 of the 10 things I planned to do during Holiday.
1. Jigsaw Puzzle.
2. Finish 3 sins.
3. Earn RM600 for scuba. Got my paycheck today. RM600.00, not bad.
4. Finish Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. Ending is so sad. I'm usually not that type of emo ppl like YKk, but I nearly cried at the ending. Storyline is superb, better than MGS 1 and 2. Makes more sense, anyway.

Wonder what to blog about...

Damn, can't think of anything to blog about. Its holiday, a time for relaxation and just hanging around doing nothing. You know, get back all those energy wasted in studying and listening to lectures. I've read thru most of M2/03 bloggers blog, and many seemed bored by this long hols.

LONG??? Excuse me? 2 months aint long. Check out KenJay's calculation and you'll understand why.

Not to mention I'm working. Holiday is never boring, its just the work i'm doing that's boring. Get the drift?

As i sit here, staring at this screen, I am thinking, how wonderful it would be if we could be small kids again? You dont have to do electives, dont have to work... just be kid and get the freedom of being a kid.

When I was a kid, our year-end holidays were 1 and half month long. Back then, holidays really meant a time of fun and the epitome of laziness. I still remember back then, I used to wake up at 12 in the afternoon, just in time for lunch. And after lunch, it was relaxation the whole day. I get to do watever I like, whenever I like, being waited hand and foot. I can choose to play the whole day, or write the whole day or might as well sleep the whole day. I laze around, just rolling about doing nothing. Ah, that was life then.

Its good to wake up leisurely, feel the warm sun and do nothing but just feel the peace set in. You let the world pass along, you stand outside that flow of time, and just feel the world instead of being caught up in the rush of things. Its actually quite a euphoric feeling, this feeling of nothingness. No worries, no hurry, nothing but yourself. You are outside the world, in your own world, your own time. You think at your own pace, getting back in touch with your innerself, doing things that you find joy in.

You'll actually discover a lot of things by just watching the world, instead of being in the world.

Shucks. too bad we all had to grow up and be snatched up by the world again. Now our holidays are filled with all kind of activities that gives us no chance to enjoy our time. Not all of us are as lucky as KenJ who does nothing all day, nor we have the luxury like some people who complains that they are bored. There are some people who had to work, who had to be drivers for their family, who had to rush to and fro doing mindless errands, always being hurried forth without a time for themselves.

But it would be unfair for me to say that those bored people are dumb. Seriously, I don't mean that they are stupid or anything. Take away my PS2 and comp, take away all my books, my writing materials, take away my brain and strap me in a chair in a windowless room with only a TV. Anyone would be bored after an hour, even me. Hell, I might go crazy with boredom.

Come to think of it, I am LUCKY, to have my PS2, my computer, my books this ability to just laze around and not feeling bored. N I feel sorry for those unlucky not to have a life like I do. But what can I say? Different people, different life.


But for once, at least once, I would like to feel that type of life again,that feeling of freedom with no strings to tie u to responsibilities, to the hassle of life. Ever since entering college, that feeling has been banished from my life, yet when I entered IMU, there was once when I managed to live that type of life again, the life where you have no care for the world. It was short, 5 days, but still a time I will remember forever.

It was during our scuba electives, 5 days of pure fun in the sun with good friends. Nadia, my scuba buddy, and the guys Shi Ching, Big Xiao and Desmond. Those were the days, waking up with the sun's warmth on our skin and looking forward for a whole day of diving. No worries, no care, just living for the moment. And at night, there was crab-chasing along the beach, fooling boats out at sea with torchlights Morse-codes, or just sitting at the jetty drinking Chivas and singing Mariah Carey songs while the wind blew around us.

That was life. Free without a care of the world.

And I would give anything to get another chance to enjoy such life.


Well, I would be heading to Chennai like very soon. Most will find such trip a breakaway from the boredom they are suffering, but in my opinion, this trip maybe just the thing I need to help me find that free life again. A place where there are no parents nagging at you, no adults breathing down your neck. And to think that there is 2 weeks of tat. phew!

And then Grace dropped the bombshell. We are to work there. There will be adults. We are to work. Did I mention work?

But, knowing myself, I'm probably turn this whole 'working holiday' into some disastrous fun-filled 2 weeks. Hehehe... wonder what will Grass and YeeP think about that. I just can't wait to get out of this office and into that plane and fly myself to that subcontinent to really start my holiday. Two weeks away from home and two whole weeks of pure fun with two buddies. Hopefully.


Anyway, gonna drop you guys off here and fly myself back to the boredom of work. New Year's coming, and tat means more money. YAY!!!!

I wish I were a cat. Then I wouldn't have to work.
-Demi-human on Zelbess, Chrono Cross

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