Five Types of Women in Malaysia

Based on an article I read in the newspaper on Sunday, there are five types or categories of women in Malaysia:


The Classic -- "Rolling old times"

Down to earth, not materialistic and very thrifty. Mostly family-centred and believes in the good old values and virtues of the past. Strong believer in inner beauty and not bothered with trends.


Superwoman -- "Having the best of all worlds"

Excels in balancing career and family. She sees the importance of career but gives priority to family. She is more of a saver than a spender. She makes most of the decisions for the family.


Life Seeker -- "Living in a material world"

Most likely to be a single and living on their own. Independent and less family oriented. Enjoys travelling and shopping to get away from stress and having their own "me" time. Most impulsive of the lot when it comes to branded purchases. Less likely to worry about the future.


Privileged Carefree -- "Life is a joy ride"

They are less opinionated and enjoy a carefree and sheltered life. Compared with the other groups, they are more concerned about physical beauty. They enjoy hanging out with their friends, going to the movies, etc.


Cosmo Girl -- "The world is my oyster"

Most career-oriented of the group. She believes in the power of money - a measurement of success. She is tech-savvy, believes in keeping up-to-date with trends. Having said that, she is also a discerning consumer, would evaluate purchase but that does not stop her from buying what she likes.



So, which group am I in?? I'm a combination of two to three groups!!!

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Love is blind, stupid and dumb

I guess the title says it all. Do you agree with that statement?

I met an ex-schoolmate while strolling at a nearby hypermart after a heavy meal just now. I got to know her in Form 6. Although we were not in the same class, I could still remember her. Somehow, it was merely a "Hi and bye" situation. She was there with her boyfriend. Guess what? Her man (boy) was the guy who worked in the gent's department when I worked part-time at that place after SPM. I know there's nothing wrong with the guy but mind you, he's three years her junior!

Well, age is not really the main issue here. But come to think of it again, the title of this article does make sense. Seriously, many male friends have been asking me a question for the past few years. They've been asking me this question, over and over again. "What do girls really want in a man?"

So, according to what we (girls) really want in a man, I don't think my ex-schoolmate would choose that guy (or boy). Based on common sense, would you really choose someone like him?? It's not a matter of being materialistic, but most women call it security. Put the wealth or money issue aside first. We are talking about security, as in a man who has a steady job, or better still a promising career.

So, does my title make any sense to you now?? That ex-schoolmate of mine is a university student who has a bright future, but her boyfriend is a school dropout.... Please don't get me wrong. It's not that I despise school dropouts but is there any possibility between the two of them??? Oh come on, be realistic ok! Isn't that kind of relationship a waste of time??? OMG!! Love is really blind, stupid and dumb!

Whatever it is...I'm not jealous ok. Why should I be??? He's just a boy. Okie, I admit it!!! I'm just a bloody choosy bitch who happens to be so busybody! Haha...

Is Malaysia really like this???

This is so unbelievable. Shocking. Sad. I'm so confused. Is our beloved country really like this?? I've heard of many other true stories but I read this one with great empathy and sympathies. I'm speechless. I don't know how to describe. I don't know what else to say. I'm really sorry to hear what the author of the blog went through.

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Being busybody...

I know it's none of my bloody business but I can't help it. I feel the need to comment regarding an article by this fella. What he mentioned in his blog has caused much disputation.

According to his background, he's supposed to be a Muslim, but this fella openly told everyone in his blog that his parents are Christians. Well, I don't really need to care about his background actually. I just find him a dangerous person. Serious. Someone like him could easily stir up arguments on the sensitive racial issues.

Even though he wasn't going against Christianity, I still find him a disgrace to the faith, and also everyone else. Jesus has never taught us to hate or criticize others. No God has ever done that. Not even in Islam, Buddhism or Hinduism. So, what the hell is wrong with this fella???

I think he really needs to learn how to RESPECT people of different beliefs. It was rather shocking to read his thoughts in his blog. This fella loves to write about sensitive issues. I wonder what's the govt doing. The govt has been promoting racial harmony, this and that but nothing has been done towards these kinda people. I think something should be done to anyone who shows no respect to others and their beliefs.


*What I wrote was just my personal views and perception. It was not meant to offend anyone or any religion.

Open your eyes bigger please!

I was in the lift of my apartment block when an innocent looking retarded boy got in. He was wearing a bright orange coloured T-shirt which bore the monogram: Eden Handicapped Centre (Recycling Team). So, I got the idea that this fella was here to collect old newspapers, as usual.

He got into the lift with a big trolley. As I was standing next to the level indicator or 'lift buttons', whatever you called it, he politely asked me to press number five which means 5th floor.

"AUNTIE, please press number five for me....Auntie??? Auntie?? Thank you!"

Initially, I was really reluctant to help him. If I were to help him, it simply means that I admit I'm an auntie! Bloody hell...I got no choice at all. There were no one else in the lift besides that innocent 'boy' (He doesn't look like a boy to me! He's very tall!!), an old uncle and I. I wanted to act stupid, or pretend to be deaf, BUT how could I do this to a retarded boy???? He kept calling me until I responded! Damn!!

When I helped him to press number five, the old uncle was heard giggling away. Damn pai seh nia! I wanted so much to ask that boy, "Do I really look like an auntie???" I just went downstairs to throw rubbish ok! I need not don my high heels or put on make up or whatsoever!

Does wearing spectacles with a tied-up unmanageable look of frizzy hair tell you that a person is an auntie??? *Sheesh* (Knocks head against the wall)

The Farting Notebooks

Recently, I went to the library with three other course mates, SY, Wendy and Miss Hippopotamus (I'll tell you why I gave her this nick name the next time ok). We brought along our notebooks to register online subjects for the next semester. SY and Miss Hippo were ex-schoolmates and have always hated each other, but they continued to pretend and hide the hatred. Both come from families of different status, one from a wealthy class and the other from the not-so-rich class. So, Miss Hippo who have always despised people tried to 'attack' SY again the other day.

While in the library,...


Miss Hippo: SY, I really can't help it and must ask you this. Why is it that your Acer is so noisy?? My Dell is not noisy also.
SY: Different brand and model la.
Miss Hippo: I mean how come yours is so noisy?? Your laptop has problems is it?? Tiramisu's and Wendy's not that noisy also. I think the fan (inside notebook) is spoilt.
Me: It's just the release of heat from our notebooks.
Wendy: Ya lar. What's the problem about that noise??
Miss Hippo: I know that annoying noise comes from the fan but don't you all realize it?? Hers is like super noisy!
SY: Everybody's laptop is different ok! Don't need to compare...
Miss Hippo: I'm not comparing but...
Me: Ahh, just cut the crap ok! We (Wendy, SY and I) are using Acer, but you are using Dell. For Acer notebooks, the heat or 'hot air' is released from the side. As for yours, it's from the bottom part, or under the keyboard.
Miss Hippo: ...But, but why is it that hers is so noisy?? Really beh tahan la...

SY looked very pissed off with Miss Hippo and ignored her.

Me: Oh well, you just need to understand something. The heat or 'hot air' released from our notebooks is just a simple concept of air-releasing, the same as in farting.
Wendy: What has farting got to do with laptops???
Me: Do you know the difference between a quiet fart and the type of fart with sound or noise?? Our (Wendy, SY and me) notebooks are the type to 'fart' with sound or noise. Miss Hippo's notebook is the type to fart quietly. So, which is more dangerous???
Wendy: Miss Hippo's notebook??
Me: Yes.
Miss Hippo: Why is mine dangerous??
Me: Cuz when someone farts, which type gives you an unforgettable stench??
Miss Hippo: Erm....the one without any sound or noise???

And everyone started to laugh at Miss Hippo...

I love you!!!

In the blink of an eye, we’ve been together for 21 years. You were the first one to talk to me. You were the first one to sing to me. You were the first man to hold my hands. You were the first man to hug me. You were the first man to kiss me. You were the one to carry me every time when I was lazy to walk. You were the one to cook and prepare scrumptious meals when mum was not around. You have always been the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. You’ve always been the best in everything as far as my eyes could see. In these 21 years, I’ve called you with different kinds of names, but all of them simply show my love for you. Daddy, Dad, Dee, Lou Tao, Father, Pig Father (cuz you called me piglet…LOL), et cetera, thanks for everything. You really mean a lot to me!

Four years ago, you almost left all of us to go back to the Lord. I was so scared of you leaving us, that I prayed, and prayed to God that I’m willing to lose and let go of anything or everything just to have you with me us. I spoke to God in desperation, telling Him that I don’t mind getting low grades in exams, I don’t mind being ugly, I don’t mind to be single or lonely, I don’t mind to be ill to take over your place, I don’t mind to cut short my life and die young, I don’t mind this and that, just to have you with us. Before that, I didn’t realize that you were that important to me. When you were sent to the hospital at 2am, I cried non-stop while praying for you to regain consciousness. I could still remember the serious faces of the nurses and doctors who tend to you when you were wheeled into the High Dependency Unit (HDU), and later to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). When you finally regained consciousness, I was so happy that I talked to you like there was no end to it. After being told of what happened, the first few questions you asked were “Why are you here? Did you skip school? Go back and study for your exam! I’m fine here.” I’m so touched that you thought about me even when you’re ill! When you were back at home, recuperating for three months, I didn’t mind taking care of you. I rushed back from school just to check on you, to prepare meals for you. At that time, I was always the first one to exit the school’s main gate, walking and sometimes even running to the bus stop to catch the earliest public bus.

When I was young, you were very strict, making bro and I afraid of you all the time. But, your fierce character has never stopped me from going around, bragging to my schoolmates that I have a cool Dad! During my younger days, I’ve always looked highly upon you even though we were not that close to each other. Nevertheless, we developed a father and daughter bonding when I took care of you four years ago. I’ll never forget those moments when we discussed and sometimes even argued about the right words to use in The Star’s Crossword Puzzle competition. The bonding between us continued and we both eventually became closer after I entered university. You were obviously missing me when I left home for the first time. You took the initiative to be tech savvy, by using a hand phone to keep in touch with me. (In actual fact, he hates using a hand phone! LOL). You don’t mind listening to my complaints about the jungle stay. You don’t mind chatting with me on the phone for hours. No matter what happens, you will always stay by my side to support me. You are truly an influential figure as I’ve always hero-worshipped you ever since I was a child. I had even compared you to Superman when I was young!! Haha…too bad you can’t fly. If not, you’ll be getting a red coloured underwear for your birthday!

Being an ever-supportive father, you have never complained anything whenever we request for favours. You have never really grumbled when you’re not satisfied with something. The most is you’ll nag for a while, and then forget about the whole thing a moment later. Even when you’re tired, you drag yourself to shopping complexes with me. Well, I sometimes really prefer you to accompany me on a shopping spree cuz your fashion taste suits me! From the first moment you saw bro and I, you have always been proud of us. You are forever telling other people about the both of us. When bro graduated, you told almost everyone you meet about the good news. Now that he’s working, you tell your friends, relatives and colleagues that your son is attached to an MNC and always keep everyone updated about that bloke. You love to tell anyone you meet about me too. When I was offered a place to pursue tertiary education, you brag to everyone that your daughter is a university student. Even the friendly vegetable seller at Chowrasta Market knows that I’m studying at Universiti Hutan Malaysia! And every time when I’m back in Penang, you’ll try your best to cancel every other activity just to be with me. You’ll inform your friends, relatives, colleagues and sometimes even mum, “Oh, my girl is back from the university. Sorry, I’m not free /I can’t join!”

All the time, Chinese communities have a concept that a girl will always follow her father’s footsteps, particularly in terms of characteristics. I guess it’s pretty true! Well, it’s really obvious that we both have similar traits. Other than that, people always compliments that the both of us look alike. Cubby cheeks, high forehead, broad shoulders, weird looking toes, extra fats here and there that make us very huggable, et cetera. We have the same taste in food and many other things too. And the funniest part is that I used to ‘steal’ all your favourite food when I was young! Haha… Besides all those, you could keep secrets too! I remember informing you earlier about the long-time plan of changing my hairstyle. You didn’t tell mum anything about my plan. You didn’t object too. But, you reminded me not to give mum a big shock. Now, with a new hairstyle, you think I look cool even though mum made a big fuss about it for one whole day! When you went overseas to fulfill job obligations, our house seemed empty cuz when you’re around; you fill the small dwelling by cracking jokes, sometimes even dirty jokes! LOL! At times, you can be quite conservative, but you are definitely not a quiet person. You are forever seen talking, even to strangers! Your outspoken character has always made us worried, especially mum. Your passion to talk about politics in the public make us uneasy as you might easily end up in the ISA with a free supply of nasi kandar and teh tarik!

Today, I’m glad that you’re still here with us. Even though you’re carrying a suddenly diagnosed hereditary time bomb, I just pray and hope that you’ll always be healthy and happy. Until now, I still don’t and will NEVER regret what I told God when you were ill. I’m willing to do anything just for you! And I really don’t mind losing something or everything just to have you with us, cuz I love you, Daddy! I don’t know whether you’re the best DAD in the whole wide world, BUT you are definitely the BEST in my world!

Happy Birthday, Daddy!!!

I love you!!!

This song is specially dedicated to Dad. I don’t know why I choose this song, but it’s a famous song about a father and his daughter.

Butterfly Kisses, Michael Bolton

There's two things I know for sure,
She was sent here from heaven,
and she's daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,
she talks to Jesus and I close my eyes.
And I thank God for all the joy in my life,
But most of all, for...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"Walk beside the pony daddy,
its my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny,
daddy, but I sure tried."
Oh, with all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning
And butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet sixteen today,
She's looking like her momma
a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup,
from ribbons and curls.
Trying her wings out in a great
big world. But I remember...

Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you daddy,
But if you don't mind,
I'm only going to kiss you on
the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong,
I must have done something right.
To deserve her love every morning,
And butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise,
and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride room
just staring at her,
she asked me what I'm thinking,
and I said "I'm not sure,
I just feel like l'm losing my baby girl."
Then she leaned over...and gave me...
Butterfly kisses, with her mama there
Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle daddy, its just about time"
"Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?"
"Daddy don't cry "
Oh with all that I've done wrong, I must have
done something right
To deserve her love every morning
And butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more, man, this is
what love is
I know I've gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses...

A promise is a promise...

Shit!! I promised a few things the other day but I unintentionally broke one of them! It’s not my fault ok! It was not deliberately done!! The weirdest part is after you promise yourself something; it’s surely meant to be broken, in any way, USUALLY or ALWAYS accidental. Bloody hell! You think I purposely create those promises to break them??? Damn!

I’ve anticipated a clear, spotless mind after telling the whole world about my promises through blogging. Ironically, he came into my mind, this time, in fact a few times in my dreams. (Yes…I’m talking about that bloke again!! Shit!) WTF??? How stupid can that be, huh?? From the day I published that article, I’ve been dreaming of him for a few nights already! Stop pointing your fingers and blaming me ok! I DID NOT THINK OF HIM!!! But somehow, he came into my dreams. You definitely can’t control your dreams right??? So, don’t blame me! It’s really not my fault.

There’s one night when I dreamt of him calling. I could recognize his voice easily BUT I purposely woke up, in the middle of the night just to prevent myself from indulging in that dream. The moment when I went back to slumber, the dream continued!! Is it a bloody coincidence or what??? That dream made me feels stupid the next day! You tell me…how possible it is to continue a dream after you wake up???? Bloody hell, I thought I could get rid of him from my dream by waking up but ‘miracle’ happened and that dream continued!

I think this bloke will soon turn into a ‘nightmare’ if he continues to haunt me in my dreams! Come to think of it, I find it rather amusing! How likely is it for a person to dream of someone until like that??? And of all things, the dream can be continued after you wake up! WTH! I’ve never been like this, not even during those times when I missed him. But, this ‘nightmare’ has been regularly haunting me ever since I published that article! Luckily, it is not really affecting me from my focus in exams. Hopefully this ‘nightmare’ won’t have a long-term effect on me… Okie, time to go back and study as I still have three more papers to go!!! Oh I just can’t wait to be back in Penang on the 24th to die sleep, without setting the alarm clock!

Numbers, numbers, numbers

I used to like numbers BUT now, at this moment on a cool Sunday morning, I suddenly develop some kinda hatred toward them. I hate numbers.

Call me jealous or whatever! I just hate it when I see numbers, clearly indicating who gets higher or who gets lower! And of all thing I see all these bloody numbers early in the morning! Spoil my bloody Sunday mood! Oh NO, I'm NOT envious of the other noobs. Actually, those numbers, whether they're higher or lower, they mean nothing to me but when you're around morons, damn...

All you know is that the higher numbers belong to nincompoops, who practically know NOTHING! No bloody common sense, no IQ, no EQ, no NOTHING!! And yet, they get this kinda stupid numbers! Seriously, I don't mind getting or seeing these numbers. BUT, for all you know, I gotta listen to the usual crap in the next moment. You know those kinda craps that sound like these, "EHHH, I get higher wor!" "WAHHH, you got lower wor!" "YAY, I win! I win!" You get the idea.

I could actually be rude. Just utter "Fark off!" or "What the fark is wrong with you? Why are you so CHILDISH??" and etc. BUT I just remain cool and nice. Oh I'm so nice. I'm so friendly. BUT does any of you realized that?? NO...you people have got no bloody cow sense to think! You just like to yak, yak and yak without even utilizing 0.0001% of your tiny brain. Go ahead and compare! I don't bloody care about now cuz those numbers mean NOTHING to me! BUT, I'm sure I'll definitely be better off than you donkeys next time! Watch my words!

So, what's the big deal about numbers?? These shitheads usually love the binary system. They only care about TWO things. HIGH and LOW. Like as if that higher number would get them a million richer. Like as if that higher number would get Prince William to call. Like as if that higher number would get Paris Hilton knocking on the door. DUHH... It's just numbers idiot! Whether mine is higher or lower, it doesn't matter cuz all I know is that I'm 100% smarter than YOU. Get a life! Go shit or die somewhere else! You are not wanted here...

How I adapt to that sudden explosion…

So, how do I adapt to the sudden explosion??? The answer is simple.

“If you cannot fight against fate (this word again!!), then just accept and go along with it!”

“If you cannot win your enemy/opponent, then befriend him/her!”

My previous post has made many friends worried. LOL…Don’t worry, I’m ok! I’m very calm and strong remember??? In fact, I got myself adapted to the bad shocking news even before I post that article up. Well, just wanna express and release the frustrations. Come to think of it, EBIC is not a bad choice. So, I’ll just give it a try and who knows, it might even be better than my first two choices! See?? I’m optimistic ok! Anyways, I’d like to thank those who became ‘busybodies’ and eventually got worried about me. Thanks a lot. Even an SMS message helps. =P

A sudden EXPLOSION!!!

Damn!!! I just received an SMS message from a course mate and that message has truly spoilt my mood!!! Serious. The moment I received that message and read it, I felt terrible, like as if my mood has just plunged down from the 60th Floor of KOMTAR!! I don’t know whether it should be considered as fated (stupid fate again???) or a blessing in disguised (like what Dad said). It’s just the same feeling when I was surprisingly shockingly offered a place in this university. It’s the feeling of ambiguity. And I just HATE HATE HATE to be uncertain of what will happen or how is it like, and this and that. Now, I just can’t concentrate, can’t study at all cuz my brain is full of question marks! CHEEBYE!!! I’m an optimistic person ok, BUT that doesn’t mean that I can tolerate ambiguity!

Earlier, my course mate went to check and found that the ‘majoring results’ have been released. He told me that I was offered a place to major in EBIC, which stands for E-business & Industrial Computing. Bloody hell!! That’s my THIRD choice! How come I didn’t get my first choice??? Shit la! Now I really feel like a TRASH. Like a SAMPAH, being kicked here and there, and finally end up in EBIC!!!! WTF??? How could my faculty treat me, a first class student like that???? Is that the way they recognize and appreciate promising students like me???? Not fair!! They should have given me the one I chose!!!! Oiii, top students should always be given the main priority ok!!! Farking shit man!! Are you people blind???? Hello??? Put me back into the one I chose!!!

And I reached the climax of the explosion when he told me that I was offered a place to major in EBIC due to my wonderful results. What the fark has my results got to do with my THIRD choice???? Does it mean that if I’m a loser with barely average results, I’ll get my first choice???? Fark la!! I guess it’s still the same case, where they prioritize the stupid quota thingy and gladly offer throw uncountable places to idiots, like those monkeys, cobras and penguins!!! Farking shit! Those morons will only screw up everything they do ok; immaterial of which major you offer them!! So, what’s the point of pleasing them with their preferred choices???? CHEEBYE!!!

Damn it!!! How could they do this to me???? I can’t be facing a computer without going online all the time!!! Of all time, they tell us this stupid news before our final exams!!! How am I to focus on my exams????

Stupid IDIOTS, lame bastards!! You dickheads and pussies are all useless pieces of shits, self-centered moronic assholes!!! Go ahead and spoon-feed the people of your own breed so that they’ll continue to be LOSERS, contributing to the country’s economic slump! And they’ll definitely be useless subordinates working under people like ME, kowtow-ing forever with no future prospects, neither in job promotions nor rise in salaries! Isn’t that wonderful???

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Later, when I went to my faculty’s office to check the ‘majoring results’, I was near to explosion again! But, luckily I managed to control myself. I got ignited when I saw the names of three bloody useless pigs listed under the major of their choices! FARKING IDIOTS!!!! Just because these two farkers and pussy always popularize themselves by polishing the lecturers’ balls, that doesn’t mean that they should get their first choices!!! DAMN THOSE CHEEBYE BALLS’ POLISHERS!!!!!!!

But, but….I’m glad that they are no where near me!!! Those morons didn’t get the same major as me, meaning that I won’t be seeing their keh si keh si (pretentious) CHEEBYE faces!!! So, they can just go and DIE DIE DIE FAR, FAR away from me!!!!!

Read my lips....

_{Warning! This is a long-winded personal post. So, it’s going to be boring! And sorry, there’s nothing interesting or funny about this post, so don’t waste your time here. You may comment after you read, but I won’t be replying. Whether you are supporting or going against my views, that’s none of my or your business! What I know is that, this is my blog, a personal online diary and that I have 100% power to write anything I want. If you don’t like this blog or me, then just buzz off! Thank you.}

This is a continuation from my previous post regarding the games in our lives. I drafted this article a month ago and I think I should post it up now before it gets longer and longer…haha!

Just like everyone else, I’ve played lots of games to be who I am today. Yet, I know I still have many more to go. And now, I’m telling you that I’ve just ended a game, and am about to start another one. My mind and soul have been wearily wandering for quite sometime, always with the company of deep thoughts. (Yes, I ponder a lot and I’m sure my beautiful hair will turn grey soon! Hehe…) And I finally found the answer, the best solution to what I’ve gone through. Therefore, I want YOU, the one reading this article right now to be my witness! I would like to make a vow. I want to promise myself a few things….

I’m currently entering a phase of changes. From now onwards, I promise NOT to think about him anymore. Even though he was truly a perfect dream and it’s a waste that we’re not together and blah, blah, blah (*yawns!)…I MUST ignore and forget the whole thing! After all, it has been 6 months of silence ever since the last call and email. And I find myself stupid, foolish enough to continue becoming useless and hopeless. I’ve had enough, and I’m glad to declare that I’m back to my old self, the one who has been strong in enduring every single challenge in life. Life has been quite static but it’s time to wake up. Now, I’m listening to the songs that used to remind me of him, to forget him. It’s just like what I mentioned about the games in my previous post. I started the game with these songs, and now, I’m ending it with them. Weird huh?? Hmmm…

I admit that his short presence in my life has truly changed everything, in the way I live, in the way I perceive things, in every single angle of life but I’m going back to my true self, of course with a new and much mature personality. Even though, everything suddenly turned 180 degrees and our relationship didn’t work out, I’m still glad that God sent this ‘angel’ to me. Because of him, I managed to delete all the bad memories and my previous histories. But now, it’s time to let him go. Let him out of my heart, out of my mind, out of my soul. I’m going to delete his hand phone and office contact numbers, and also all the mails he sent me. I’m going to delete my account in FriendCircles too cuz that’s the place where we used to keep in touch, besides sending/replying SMSes and emails. Just want to thank him for being a part of my life to keep me going when I was down.

No matter how, life still has to go on. And I proudly confirm that I’m keeping my fingers crossed and will be back on track, to achieve my goals. I will NOT think of him again as it’s really a waste of time. Whether he’s mine or not, it doesn’t matter anymore as time has proven everything. If he’s mine, no matter how many degrees of turn or how many years of silence, he’ll be back. But, I don’t want to know and don’t want to care about this anymore. And I’m NOT hoping for it to happen too. God knows what is best for me. All that matters now is my future cuz at this moment of life, I thirst for success more than a man. Even though I stated all my greedy wishes in two of my previous posts, there’s one (a combination of those wishes), which is VERY important to me since young. All the while, I’ve been a highly self-motivated person, and until today, I’m still one. It took me lots of hard work and effort to be here today, pursuing tertiary education. Actually, I’ve never applied for and never wanted to be in this university, but I was offered a place here. How ironic!

I wasn’t supposed to be here but everything seems to be fated. I was supposed to be in another country, sponsored by a scholarship (I managed to secure an international scholarship actually, but they rejected me after knowing my results. Bloody hell!!) to pursue a well-known degree studies in a prestigious university. But, fate turned its back on me, cruelly ‘killed’ me at the most crucial time of my life, during ONE of the papers in the STPM exams. I used to be the best student in that subject, and had even received numerous awards back in Form 6, but it was really shocking to achieve an ugly grade for it. I was appalled until I dare not face my beloved teacher/friend, Mr.Ho who taught that subject. He had expected me to get an A but I let him down. I didn’t meet him when the results were released, as I knew I would break down and cry in front of him. I told him the bad news via email. One month later, I finally went back to meet him after I got adapted to the shocking news. The most difficult part about the bad news was how to face my parents, Mr.Ho and also myself.

Life was really hell at that time, the moment when I couldn’t shed tears when I felt like crying and the moment when I couldn’t even smile when I wanted to laugh. The sudden ugly change in fate was a great blow to me, as I knew my dreams and beautiful plans were all dashed because of it. BUT, it’s all over now. Failure is not the end to everything. I realized that it was just a temporary fall and that I have to be strong to get up to start all over again. It took me quite sometime to recover from the sudden shock. And, I finally accepted my destiny, to be here, in a local public university, located exactly in the middle of the jungle, pursuing a course that I’ve never heard before. Dad told me that being offered a place in this university might be a blessing in disguised. When the STPM results were released, he reminded me, “It doesn’t matter where you’re going to, just as long as you have the qualities, you’ll definitely do well in everything, where ever you are” and until today, what he told me on that fateful day is still very clear in my mind.

Ever since I first step into this place, I reminded myself millions of times to be tough. I collected enough strength and courage to register on the first day, to brave through a dull jungle life. I told myself no matter where I go, just as long as I focus on my dreams, plans and hopes, my future would be nicely shaped and that I will achieve everything that I’ve always wanted in life. Now, I’m glad that I got used to the life here. Adapting to the jungle isn’t really that difficult even though there were times when I was really sad, stressed and had wanted to give up in everything.

Now, I’m making another promise, which is to focus on my career/future. I’ve been an ambitious freak since young but it has been quite some time since the last thought about my nicely shaped future. Therefore, I promise to do my very best in everything that’s coming along my way, just as long as it would help to build my career the way it’s desired. At the moment, nothing else is more important than my priority of succeeding in life. Recently, I realized that everything that happens to us is just an answer to the questions we frequently asked, like these, “If other people can succeed in life, why can’t I?” “If other people can score good grades, why can’t I?” “If other people can change his/her fate from a poverty stricken family to become a multimillionaire, why can’t I?” Since young, I’ve never believed in fate. Until today, I still think that we are able to control almost everything in life (I think I should exclude love and relationships) as our future lies in our own hands. It’s not about God, luck or chance; it’s all about you. It’s you yourself who determine your own future. You have the power to shape your own future provided you pour in countless efforts to build it as nothing comes easily without any hard work. Even God can’t do anything if you don’t make an initiative, cuz He will only help those who help themselves. But sometimes, certain things that happen in our lives are just inexplicable. There’s always a reason behind everything, be it good news or bad news. Maybe, it’s just a test from God to make us stronger.

Thus, I’m making it clear to myself (you don’t need to bother this part actually, hehe…) that from now on, I’m temporarily declaring myself as ‘single BUT not available’ AGAIN. I don’t know how long this temporary period would last but I’m definitely NOT shutting myself to flirts and male friends! So, don’t avoid or run away from me ok! LOL…I remember setting this status a few years back, and it really worked out, making me quite successful in the things I did, but it was a bad news and painful rejection to a few blokes. Hehe, sorry guys, I’m the type who really mean it when it comes to setting or declaring a serious statement, BUT if there’s someone who is special enough to inspire me and further enhance the possibility or ability to achieve my goals, then I might consider. That’s how he dominated my brain heart actually, where he has truly influenced and inspired me when I was at the lowest point of my life. In fact, I was using that ‘single BUT not available’ status when he came into my life. Somehow, that fella managed to enter my heart. Oh well, fated again??? Stupid fate thingy…

Ahh, it feels great to be able to pour everything out! I’ve never expressed or told anyone about how I felt when I was terribly traumatized by the STPM results. No one would really understand how I felt. At that moment, I didn’t even know how to release the sadness and disappointment even though I have a few close friends of whom I could relate this to. Anyways, everything is over and I’m glad that I’m a much stronger person today! (*Ahem!) Now, I just hope that I won’t be seeing or meeting him anymore, anytime in the future, either accidentally or purposely cuz I don’t want this whole thing to be a vicious cycle. I just don’t feel like it. It’s not about hating him or running away from reality, it’s just that everything is over! I just don’t want to see him… So, if I were to bump into him one of these days, I guess I’ll just act stupid, ignore and walk pass him! (Until today, I still can’t hate him, I don’t know why! The normal style has always been to hate a guy after it’s game over, right?? But this one is weird enough…hmmm)

Besides all the promises I made earlier, I’d like to add another one, which sounds more like a hope. As you may have realized it from my previous posts, I found myself living in tranquility and serenity with the presence of our Heavenly Father. Therefore, I really hope that I could fill up my life with the love of God, entering His kingdom in the name of Jesus Christ. I’m not really pious but I know what I’m up to. Oh well, how many promises did I make?? OMG!! I think I’ve lost count of it…blah!! Actually, it doesn’t matter how many promises I made, as the most important thing is that I’m serious in whatever I’ve promised. Nothing can stop me or negatively influence me from reaching my goals. I pray that God would answer my prayers; always blessing and guiding me in everything I do. Hey, I just realized it! What I wrote here isn’t really about me only; it could help you too! So, are you inspired??? Damn, I guess I have potentials to be a counselor! LOL…

It's a game...

Ever realized that we are actually leading a life, which is similar to a game? The only difference is that we play a few or many games in our lives (one at a time or simultaneously) but we only live once in this world. Just like a game, everything has its beginning and ending, be it happy or sad, willingly or forcefully played. One thing for sure is that each game that we play has its effect on us.

Most of the time, we start each phase of the game by slowly adapting to it, but as the whole phase reaches the ending part, you find it difficult to conclude. But a game is a game! Once it’s started, you have to end it when you reach the last part, no matter how difficult it is to stop playing the game. And life’s just like that, comparable to a few or many games. Sometimes, you find yourself hating the game you’re playing but you can’t end it just like that. At other times, you find yourself loving a game so much that you wouldn’t want to stop playing even though it has already ended.

Actually, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose in the games you played. The most significant value is that we learn and grow through every single game we play. There are times when a game might just influence you, transform you into a different person, just like a newborn baby. These games would build and shape us into the type of person we portray to the world. But a game is still a game! It has its own rules and regulations. It’s definitely not an easy task to play each of these games. Whether you like it or not, you still have to play these games as they are the components forming our whole lifetime. Winning or losing in these games is just an indication or the reason behind every single thing that happens in our lives.

* Too complicated??? Can’t understand me??? LOL! You don’t need to…cuz I’m good or rather insane in talking about the philosophies of life. Yeah, I certainly know that all these are lousy craps to you. And I’m sure that you’re probably yawning and cussing away while reading this post. Hehe…bear with it. I’m in the mood to write this type of articles.

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To be continued...

P/s: To ONE of my boyfriends flirts, Z, I’d like to wish you all the best in Hong Kong. Even though, you’ll only be there for a few months, I guess I’m going to miss you the mental stimulations. Hehe…Anyways, safe journey, perform well to impress your company, enjoy your stay there, take care, and don’t forget to keep condoms in your pocket! =P

Langkawi, here I come...

Yes, I’m talking about that beautiful island, located to the north of Penang Island off straits of Malacca. Well, I’ll be going to Langkawi at the beginning of my next semester. The best part is that it’s going to be a fully paid trip!!!! YAY!!!

The lecturer who was the advisor and also one of the team members in my project in the business plan competition has suggested organizing a free trip to that beautiful island. He was obviously overjoyed with the results of the competition. He insisted on celebrating the ‘win’ in a special way. He’s planning to bring his family and the four of us (plus that idiot) to Langkawi. Besides, another lecturer will be joining too. He’ll be there with his family.

WOW!!! Amazing isn’t it?? We didn’t really win anything but I’M GOING TO LANGKAWI FOR FREE!!! Hehehe… Hmm, I’ll have the opportunity to snap lots of photos. Not only the photos of panoramic views of the island but also the photos of that idiot!! Hehe, I’m sure you want to catch a glimpse of him right??? Kekeke…With the help of Photoshop, don’t worry…he’ll look ‘handsome’ in Ilovetiramisu.blogspot.com!! =P

Leave me alone!!! I just wanna sleep...

What would you do if someone or a few people were to disturb you until you couldn’t get a restful sleep?? I’m a self-declared sleeping queen and I just hate to be disturbed, especially when I’ve already shut down my processor, slowly dying dozing off! I had been very busy for the past two months, doing my project, assignments, preparing for quizzes and exams and also joining the non-beneficial compulsory activities. I was so damn busy until I don’t even have the time to eat, sleep or even shit! When I finally have all the time in the world to do just about anything, morons appeared to destroy my plans! Cheebye! I was so farking annoyed!!!!

I’ve waited for this day, for ages!! Yesterday was the last day of classes, cuz we’ll be having our final exams, starting next week till the end of the month. It was supposed to be a wonderful day to die sleep, ignoring every single thing in mind. Yet, idiots disturbed me at the ‘perfect’ time when I wanted to have a 2-hour nap. During those two hours, my hand phone just can’t stop ringing! I wanted to switch it off but I was afraid that my parents would get excessively worried and paranoid if they couldn’t reach me.

As it was raining heavily, it’s really heaven to die sleep early. But, I can’t sleep straightaway till the next morning without setting the alarm clock, as I’m still zero percent prepared for the finals!! I remember sleeping at about 9pm. After just a few minutes, the first idiot called.

Stink Bomb: Hello, is this Tiramisu?
Me: Yes, who’s on the line?
Stink Bomb: I’m Teh, your classmate.
Me: Who????
Stink Bomb: I’m the Chinese guy.
Me: Which Chinese guy?
Stink Bomb: I’m from the same class with you.
Me: I know-lah but which class???
Stink Bomb: The Giant Penguin’s class. I’m the guy with spectacles.
Me: Hello! There are many other guys with specs in class. After all, our class is way too big to know every guy ok. So, who are you????
Stink Bomb: I’m Teh, the Chinese guy with specs. I’m a junior.
Me: Oh, you should have told me earlier that you’re a junior….(and the conversation continued…)

Guess what? It was an unexpected phone call from the weirdo with smelly armpits! I don’t know how the hell he got my contact number but can’t he just call someone else from the class???? Am I the only one in the class??? Damn!!! Of all time, he called when I was just about to doze off! Farking shit! I almost exploded when it took him ‘years’ to introduce himself. In actual fact, I don’t know his name but can’t he just go straight to the point by telling me that he’s a junior and what the fark he wanted to know from me???? Besides his poor telephone skills, he was obviously mumbling throughout the conversation. His call made me feel like I was deaf, having to repeat “Huh??” “Come again?” “What did you say?” over and over again. After being ‘deaf’ for a while, I continued to curl under the blanket and dozed off within seconds. After some time, the next idiot called.

Chao: Hello, Jolyne ah? That BBQ gathering is blah, blah, blah. So, yadda, yadda, yadda…then, blah, blah, blah…and yadda, yadda, yadda…
Me: Hello??? Hello?? Oi, Who are you?? Stop it! I’m not Jolyne!!
Chao: Huh?? You’re not Jolyne?? Then, who are you??
Me: I’m Tiramisu lar. You called the wrong person!
Chao: Oh, is it? Sorry ya! By the way, are you going to the BBQ gathering??
Me: I don’t think so. I’m not free on that day.
Chao: I see. Anyway, I’m really sorry to disturb you. I got to call Jolyne now. Bye.

This blur fella, Chao is one of my course mates. How irritating can it be when you pick up the phone and you straightaway hear someone yakking non-stop, thinking that you’re the person that he wanted to talk to?? Bloody hell! I shouldn’t have answered his phone call! Wasted my precious time only! When I was about to continue snoozing, my hand phone rang AGAIN!!! This time, I was so damn pissed off that I knew I was going to explode!

Idiot 3: Hello?
Me: Hello?
Idiot3: Hello?
Me: Hello??
Idiot 3: Hello?
Me: Oii, who the hell are you??? Stop saying hello, will you???
Idiot 3: Kau siapa?? Kenapa marah-marah??
Me: Awak tu siapa pula??
Idiot 3: Cakaplah kau tu siapa…
Me: Saya ni manusia ke, hantu ke, binatang ke, pun tak berkaitan dengan awak! Awak yang telefon ke sini tapi tanya pula saya ni siapa! Gila ke??
Idiot 3: Kenapalah garang sangat?? Takkan tak boleh sembang?
Me: Hello! Saya tak kenal awak! Kalau awak tu senang sangat, pergilah cari orang lain untuk sembang. Ataupun pergilah bermain dengan diri sendiri! I’M NOT INTERESTED TO CHAT WITH YOU, MORON!
Idiot 3: Ala, takkanlah tak boleh sembang?
Me: Ohh, tentu boleh kalau awak nak tempah BATU NISAN untuk diri sendiri! Saya boleh bagi diskaun!
Idiot 3: Batu nisan??? (…and the line was cut off!)

As I lie down to continue my journey to dreamland, my alarm clock rang. Farking shit! Felt like I didn’t sleep at all! Thanks to all the idiots who made up my day! Anyways, the 3rd idiot’s contact number is 013-5451399. Please befriend him! He’ll be delighted to receive your phone calls!

Now, I still feel like shit for not having enough sleep! Three morons spoilt my day. Haih!! I just can’t wait for my finals to end, so that I could die sleep ‘forever’ without any disturbances! Well, I still have 18 days to go, to be back to civilization! Once back in Penang, I’ll have ample time to sleep. Oh, I can’t wait to go back!!! Is there a fast forward button or something to make the time pass faster????

I can't stop smiling!!!

Yesterday was a day full of satisfaction. I’ve never felt such contentment before and I was obviously seen smiling, stretching from my left ear to the right, to almost everyone I met! I slept with a smile too! LOL…

After slogging for about 4 weeks on the Business Plan Competition organized by a real estate company, the efforts and hard work have finally paid off. Even though there was an idiot who had done almost nothing, we (three mighty corporate women) had successfully come up with a professional business plan of 60 over pages. This project has truly exposed us to the real business experience. At the end of the day, we were named The Best Undergraduate Group in the competition! And the best part was the announcement made during the prize giving ceremony after the presentation sessions.

“This group (my group) is not only the best undergraduate group but they’ve also beaten 13 other groups of students pursuing their masters. Unfortunately, they only managed to secure the 11th placing behind 10 other groups of masters’ students with a slight difference of 0.3 points in the total score compared to the 10th group. BUT, this group has truly proven to all of us that they (the undergraduates) too can perform better than the students of postgraduate studies.”

OMG!!! Until now, I’m still exhilarated even though we didn’t really win any big prize as the cash prizes were only meant for the top three groups. It was really satisfactory that I managed to achieve something from this competition through countless efforts and cooperation with my two other friends. It was really a great challenge and I personally enjoyed the adrenalin rush when we were slogging on this project. No matter how, I still consider myself a winner as I’ve done my best to reach the target. Oh, I’m so happy! Anyways, I was the CEO of my group in this project. So does that mean that I have the capabilities to be a future CEO???? Hehehe…

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It took us the whole day to wait for the prize giving ceremony. I spent hours ‘enjoying’ the presentation sessions conducted by the top 10 groups. Some of them were quite interesting while the rest were dull. But, I had a temporary entertainment through out the day. My eyes had a ‘feast’ yesterday!! It feels good to be surrounded by smart people, especially the intelligent career-minded men!

There was one who’s so smart looking that I can’t stop staring at him for the whole day! He looks like he’s about 25 years old, neat and tidy, fresh and smart looking, not sissy, not skinny and has a very professional look. OMG!!! He’s so cool and stylish! Unfortunately, I couldn’t electrocute his eyes as he was sitting at another side of the hall. I think he’s hot but my friends think that I have a weird taste, which is quite true. They classified him as very plain looking but I was so fascinated to see him that I couldn’t be bothered with what my friends were yakking about. Well, I guess looks can be deceiving cuz I’ve met lots of brainless leng chais. So, being handsome alone is rather useless if a man is a ding-dong! Anyways, this bloke’s group got third! See?? Brainy men have their own attractions!

While eyeing him, there was a smart looking Indian man who kept me and my friends entertained. He was sitting in front of me and couldn’t tolerate some of the boring presentations. So, he turned to the back and chatted with me us almost the whole day, except for the time when it was his turn to present his group’s project. He was quite friendly, talkative and could be seen very excited about this project. He himself was amazed with my group’s performance that he couldn’t stop asking about the whole thing.

There’s another one who was obviously staring at me all the time. I don’t know whether he was interested in me or that he found my friends and I irritating as we were quite noisy. So, maybe he got pissed off but when we were quietly paying attention to one of the interesting presentations, he was still looking at me! I told my friends in Hokkien, “What the hell is he looking at?? Look some more and I’ll ‘scoop’ his eyes out! Hehe…” Later, I found that this tall and moderate looking fella is also from Penang. Shit!!! He must have known what I said earlier. OMG!! Anyways, this intelligent fella who was the CEO of his group emerged as the overall winner. WOW!!!

So, I guess it’s not only about the satisfaction gained from the competition. It’s also the great feeling being surrounded by brainy people. Yes, I find it enticing to be encircled by intelligent people, both men and women. Most importantly, these people exude professional characters and they speak fluent English. Well, it’s not an obsession towards intelligent, English speaking people but you’ll understand if you come over here, to my university. It’s rather difficult to find anyone who speaks fluent English that can be considered as professional and intelligent as well. Well, maybe it’s because I’m English educated. It’s not that I despise other people or that I’m an expert in the language, but I find it a great turn off if someone can’t speak fluent English. You get the idea.

Ok, back to the topic! I'm very happy and contented!!! Please kill me to stop me from bloating due to too much of excitement and satisfaction! Gosh! I’m still smiling, this time to a computer! If I don’t stop, I might be sent to the Hospital Bahagia at Tanjung Rambutan soon! Haha…

Just an announcement...

Hello, thanks for reading my blog. This post is not directed to anyone in specific. So, please don’t get me wrong and don't be so perasan case (over sensitive)!

Firstly, I’d like to make it clear to everyone who reads my blog, whether you’re a stranger, an old friend or an acquaintance. Please do NOT reveal my real identity (if you really know who I am!) to anyone out there. I would appreciate it if you think that my blog is interesting or that yours is better, or mine sucks, until you feel like telling the whole wide world about Tiramisu. I’d be glad if there are more people reading my blog, whether they like it or not BUT bear in mind that I would like to maintain my anonymity.

I enjoy blogging with an anonymous identity as I get to express myself better. Besides, this blog shows the real me. So, I really hope that you would understand and respect my rights to remain unknown. If you already know my real identity, just keep it to yourself AND don’t ask me about this blog when we meet up. Just act stupid and pretend that you don’t know anything about my blogging ok! Don’t tell me your opinions or views about my articles when you meet me in person cuz I DON’T want to know! I don’t see any need of discussing about my blog articles with you, so don’t be a lousy kaypo (busybody) fella!

*P/s: I’m going to repeat again! PLEASE BE INFORMED THAT I WANT TO REMAIN ANONYMOUS! You may promote my blog BUT please DON’T reveal my real identity or you shall be sent to the gallows if you’re caught red-handed! Hehehe… Anyway, feel free to comment if you want to. I’m open to comments, if you feel like scolding or cussing, just go ahead as Tiramisu.blogspot.com is a place with freedom of speech!

Thanks a lot!

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