Friendship

Laysha is smart as Kamini is sexy,
And Pearly's wits matches Veena's beauty,
Four best friends bonded by destiny,
Sisters for life and beyond eternity!

Some things can't be bought, nor exchanged for anything else in the world. To my best buddies...Thanks...



Best friends I grew up with...

Veena for all her "love" stories and the relationship she didn't know she was in!!

Laysha for all her mature "input" into all situation...notice the "" were placed to sandwich "input" and not "mature"

Kamini for being my best friend..words won't do any justice to how I feel for her.

Timothy for his love and care, and for being so protective sometimes..sweet..

Alfie for loving me through it all. For standing by me when everyone didn't see.


My dear dear Bio group: Huan Ren the Provocator, Peter the Gentle, Shaun the Provocatee(he in smaller pic...), Kenny the Don, White Teddy a.k.a. Gin Jhen..err..MINE & Eunice the future success!!...form 6 was practically DEFINED by you guys!! :P

Kenny for all the times you held me as I broke down.

Gin Jhen for the countless and tireless affirmations!

Eunice for helping me stand tall..

Ah...the Microbe gang..Dharshan, Chia Wei, Si Wei, Siew Wan, Wan Ping...haha try beating dat! oh yea, and Bryan..the Microbe wanna be..:P This was in Ms Nuria Terron's (the beautiful lady in Red) place in Bukit Bintang (right Bryan?). I probably wouldn't have graduated without you guys la...haha..

My darling EXCO...Haha..my sayangs.. Bryan, Karen (the mermaid in the pic below), Alpert the ladies-man, Hilary the Heart-breaker, Huey Hwa our Miss Independent, Patricia a.k.a. Mrs Derrick (dude next to her..exco-in-law), James the Steady, and Mark my Mortal-Enemy-Best-Ally..Eh, where is Joyce??








Yes, that's Joyce...the current "rock" of CSS..:) Proud proud proud of ya mei mei....remember ya...I'm sao sao!!




And of course the Fish Tankers... We've been through so much dy la...We grew up a second phase together....tight!

Chia Wei for reminding me that I am superwoman! :)

Bryan for just being here, there and everywhere (notice he is in all the pictures). If I had to chose a best friend in Uni, it has to be you Bryan..You were truly a friend, and you were there through it all...When I get married can you be my bride's maid?? LOL!

Rubern.. :) I dun have to write anything here.. "bi buv bou"

Fellie, the woman who walked me through the heart-break..Love ya woman...Stay strong Lie..


Karen..the one that feels the most for my situation. That gives me that fighting spirit and kicks my ass when I feel like falling and not getting up! I love ya too woman.. Respect your strength..


Lydia...we not yet take pic together..weird right? My sister...who slaps me when I even just think...haha...We shall take a picture together k?? Alamak! We shall lose things together gether k?? LOL


And last but not least, two special men in my life..my two year target n my daddy...go figure...both inter-changeable...Wakaka.. Ok Ok..seriously guys whom I share my deepest thoughts with, in very different areas, and who wound up in the same pic (something I'd never dream of at all!!) Thanks for being a friend! :) Adding colour is more like it...Haha..Let's karaoke! :P

14 november

"well what do u expect him to do?"

I expected him to leave my best friend for me to talk to.
I expected him to start owning up to his mistakes.
I expected him to wait till the 6 months was over before going for her.
I expected him to see that he was the selfish one.
I expected him to deal with his best friend, not me.
And when I was scolded by that same friend, I expected him to stand up for me.
I expect him to stop trying to get pity from all our common friends.
I expect him to get his own set of friends and stop leaching mine!

Does that answer your question?


Rubern, hope you're happy now. Congratulations on your new relationship with Steph. For your birthday, I forgive the both of you for all the pain you have caused me. I make my peace. I close this chapter.

I remove the tumor.

Scars

The path to recovery is not an easy one. It is laced with reality slaps on the face, the burns of realization and the drowning dreams of old..


Sarah had the time of her life! She was promoted today! That means a significant pay increment! She is over the moon. She called Chuen Hwei out for lunch, and had an animated conversation with CH over pancakes. Even when she returned to the office, the day whizzed by as she went on with work. Somehow the workload seemed lighter today.

She called up Arnand for dinner to tell him the good news, and once again she had a wonderful time catching up with the childhood friend of hers. Unfortunately, tomorrow's a working day, so she called it a night by 10.30pm, and went back to her apartment.

She is now on her bed. She just had her shower, fed her goldfish, and turned into bed. She is still beaming from the excitement of the day. Giddy with happiness she picks up her phone, and stares at it.


She scrolls through the contact list...


The beaming smile slowly fades as she just as slowly places the phone down by the table next to her bed. She picks up her sole comfort, the Book, and reads through a passage with as much focus as she could. The words are blurry. She puts the book aside. She then tucks herself in, turns off the bed lamp, and stares into the darkness.

Her pillow slowly dampens.




"And in the morning when you go, wake me gently so I'll know, that loving you was not a dream, and whisper softly what it means to be with me. Then every moment we're apart, you'll be a lifetime to my heart"
~Il Divo, Everytime I look at you~

It's official!

It's official!

I have officially NO PURPOSE in life!

No deadlines.
No assignments.
No thesis.
No classes.
No group discussions.
Nothing.

I thought this moment would be like...



or....



but...it's more like....



and



Oh, well..

Bimbo-ing it all out!

April 5th, 2008 was the Catholic Students' Society of UKM's annual dinner, and the theme for the night was "A romantic night with the stars" (cheesy i know, but give the first years the benefit of a doubt...first years...:P)

Anyway, all hell broke loose when my mom who promised to mail me a dress from Australia sent a totally auntie dress! And mind u, this was ONE WEEK BEFORE THE DINNER! I drove all the way to Mlk to retrieve the parcel only to find this real auntie dress....*sweat* Well, of course it was a sweet thing, but it was 2 sizes too big for me, and it was so NOT annual dinner material.

So, it was time to freak out. Mid semesters where still in the progress, I did not have a dress, and my lab just WON'T cooperate with me. So that Sunday as soon as I came back from Mlk, I went hunting for a dress.

*In mind*: Ok, it is going to be black, brown, or if I go crazy, RED. Yes! Red it is....damn it...I hope I can get dresses my size here...*curses misfortune*

And there I saw, in Cheras Selatan, this shop, looking rather decent, and with not too many customers...ah...just my cup of tea.

So I stroll in, and I see this gorgeous brown thing...So I tried in on, but not before ordering the shop girl to bring everything and anything that would fit me.

The brown dress was, OK la...And I was decided on walking around a little bit to have a look first. So the shop girl showed me the dresses she picked out. I swear...awful collection of dresses, and one of them was freaking PINK! Man I saw that dress, and gave the shopgirl a disgusted look while saying, "Pink? I don't think so..Ha-Ha"
But seriously the rest were far worst! Like some total auntie dress trying to be ah lian.. Bad I tell you...So I looked at that disgusting pink thing and said, what the heck! I'm not going to buy it anyway...

But, no..fate had a joke to play on me....The dress was gorgeous on me! Perfect fit, and I looked a size or two slimmer...So I went out enthusiastically and asked,"Got other colour??*HUGE SMILE*"
"No wor..last one", was the depressing reply...

but I swear that dress was gorgeous, but it was PINK! Gorgeous....ly PINK!

I had to have the dress, and the next thing I knew I was paying RM87.90 for the PINK material sewn into an accursedly gorgeous dress!

So the week went by, I accessoried, and and received a shawl to go with the dress from a sweet bunch of frens...

and voila!



Yea, I know...Michelle is way prettier, but heck, I pulled off a pink dress! Me proud bimbo!

:P

Looking Back

It was a surprise today when I checked my mail and saw Sender: Darian Henry. Subject: [Naughty vs Nice]New comment on Listening. Without looking at the contents of my mail, I went straight to my blog and read the comment...

*Chill pepek* "Sigh, some things nvr change" I thought as I smiled.
*Work shit out* "Haha, Darian being sweet in the odd way Darian and Pearly actually talk"

And then the rest followed suit..

It instantly brought a smile to my face. I guess it's the familiarity of the name. Someone from home, from my teenage days. Looking back, I remembered all the old names, Clarine, Janice, Amelia, Joshua, Timothy, Adrian, Paul, Alfie, Junior, Jerry, Jenna, the list goes on.

Remembered those crazy walks in the blazing sun Alfie and I used to take for meetings in Sacred Heart. Remembered going to Clarine's house after school to makan and have our "bonding" sessions talking about boys and Caritas. Remembered Timothy's odd days when he tried so hard to fit in with the boys, and how I tried to tell him that it was ok to be different..(OK..THAT sounds so wrong...LOL...sorry timmy!). Remembered Junior bear bear, the sweetest guy of the lot...Remembered Joshua a.k.a. OG and and his unending singing and song writing. Remembered Amelia and Janice and more talk about boys (God, we were shallow...*swt*). And of course there was Darian...let's just say it was shame that being a teenager always made you feel odd..go figure..

So, now I am wondering, what happened to everyone? I have completely lost track of everyone of them. Alfie's the closest I am to right now. Next person I actually interact with would be Darian, Paul, and Joshua...now that IS bad.. Maybe it is just me running away from a past that was so full of memories, both good and bad. A past in which I wished things were different. I wished I could have spent more time with the people my mom thought I was too good for. I guess she meant well, but look at how i turned out...the inevitable has happened. I am no better than anyone of these people who you could say are the people I am most similar too beneath it all..You could say I am worse..Pretending to be someone I am not, to please the family...

But I guess that is me...Pearly the Malaccan, the Thomas, the CCS girl, the screwed up..Lol.

Anyway, probably just being emotional...

Later then..=)

Listening

It is hard to listen to another human being, I know. It is a known fact.

It is then our duty, as another human being to lend a ear. It keeps balance. I listen to what you have to say, and not judge, and you listen to me.

When you know someone is not going to listen to what you have say, you just don't talk.

So this brings me to my point.

Today I was tired after a long day, and wanted to have my lunch. Rascal asked me about the talk we had for CSS. I just said, it was OK. Then he asked, what did Fr Chris talk about? So I know that Rascal does not really want to know, so I just said nothing la..just about Islam. Then he asks again, what about Islam. So I gathered my breath, cause the questions he asked sounded like he really wanted to listen. So I said, well he talked about apostasy of Islam. Taking another breath so continue, I opened my mouth to say another word, when he turns up the volume of One Tree Hill series (dumbest thing I've seen).

So, after once being reprimanded for being too sensitive, I continued talking, as he turns to me, he reduces the volume. I continued saying, Oh, he tried to explain the freedom of religion Islam has promoted but unfortunately buried by Jihad. Rascal gives an indifferent nod and turns up the volume again. So I tried to finish what I had to say about the talk, and continued my lunch.

So, shall I blame myself if I am sick and tired of talking to an indifferent ear? Although it might be meant well, but yea, listen if you want to. Do not make it a part of charity. Sucky.