It's just not enough.


Walking down the road, I saw a maid wheeling an old grandmother on a wheelchair. I said "Hi", and smiled. She smiled back. I went back to walking and listening to my mp3s.

Further down the road, I saw an elderly man jogging, I gave a friendly smile, and he smiled back. I kept on walking.

I decided to walk to the nearest park in my neighborhood. Crossing the main road, one BMW stopped abruptly to let me cross. I waved and smiled. He waved back. I continued walking.

Up the slope I went, and finally, a touchdown on the evergreen park. I put on my earphones and started walking around. I saw a girl riding her pink colored 2 wheel bicycle. In my head I thought, "Wow, she's good. At that age, I was still riding a four wheeler."

I walked past the basketball court and saw mostly boys playing. I remembered once upon a time, I shot hoops, and was the best amongst my clique. Ah, the memories.

I walked past the football court, I saw boys getting together in the name of football. I didn't like the 'smoking' bunch, so I brisk walked away. Not to my suprise, they whistled for no apparent reason. I ignored them.

As I walked past the badminton court, I saw people hitting shuttle cocks eventhough there was a breeze. They sure didn't need a good game to have fun. All they needed were the people.

I saw the sunset, in a gradual manner. Pretty orange it was. So beautiful.

But, the story doesn't end here. Kids were running around playing with their friends. I was alone. Obviously, no one should be following me correct? Not. 3 boys of unknown age tailed me until I was so frustrated I went home. But before doing so, I made sure I spoilt their stalking fun. I made them believe I was leaving by the paved road, but eventually dashed towards a big drain and crossed it. In your face, you stupid people. Please, get a life.

Then again... the sunset walk home, was refreshing. I didn't care about the incident no more. Nuh-uh.
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Came back tired. Sweaty. Ew. Still want to gimme a hug? :p
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Yeaaah, sweaty ;)
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Let the skies wrap you in its wonder.
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"The cloudyness doesn't mean, I'm uneasy."
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Will you be able to save 'it' this time;
Will you be able to touch the sky;
Will you be able to hold this hand again;

Like the sunset, take away the pain?

Pictures courtesy of muah :) and of course SGH-U600's cam.

Smile for us.

He didn't call in the morning. He didn't call when noon came. He didn't call, period. It was a day of dance, festival and scrumptious food, and he didn't call.

She let herself sleep until it was past lunch time. When she woke up, she made sure she didn't strain herself or work herself until she was dead tired. Relax; that's all she did.

Then came 4.30pm. It was time to change into her beautiful pink costume; the yukata. She went to a friends house to get dressed and dolled up. It was then, she messaged him to tell him that she was almost ready. Though, in truth, she thought he was coming all the way from his home, and thought she was doing him a favor.

On the other side of story, he was out; with friends; nearby. Anyway, he knew he had to be punctual since he promised her that he would enjoy the event with her.

She made sure her costume was well tied and her hair well held. But then, her friend discovered that it was not complete enough so she took a little more time fixing the flaws. All of a sudden, her phone rang a message. It said, "I'm outside already, but you can take your time." She smiled.

When she was done, she presented herself for him to look. "You look so pink and cute", he said. She responded with a blush and a girly giggle. Without further ado, he drove all the way to the stadium where the event was being held. Just one hour after it started, there were already so many people swarming past the entrance. She held his hand cheekily and he just smiled.

Obviously with him tagging along, food was definitely priority! They went to the foodstalls that were selling overpriced food and drinks. The stalls had sushi, unagi, fruit juices, apple green tea, ice kacang, tempura, yakitori, etc. He had almost all the above. Some doubled up. My gosh was he hungry. But he looked so cute when he ate. Oh? What happened to her? Well, she ate almost everything he ate, but in smaller portions.

Later on, after eating, they met up with their other 3 friends. 2 teased her for looking pinkish and cute, one just kept smoking. They walked around and walked past a stall selling small water balloons. She wanted one, and so came the dramatizing of watery puppy eyes, sly smiles, pouting and cute high pitched voices. Of course, he would have gave in even without her making all that effort.

She danced while the guys talked. He didn't want to dance with her; that was really one low point of the whole event. He was with the guys and he couldn't really dance; she understood. All was well again when they had a cam whoring session. Many other people wanted to snap a photo of her too. He was awed, but jealous too. She knew he cared for her.

After a while, the guys left and two of the lovebirds remained. They chatted a little more and took some pictures before heading back to the car. In the car, she was so tired that she slept. Though, he was so cheeky that he didn't want to be left alone; disturbed her sleep by swaying the car in a zig zag pattern. To sleep in a jerky car was almost impossible. She couldn't sleep the whole ride home but it was worth it all, because the night was still young.

Hands be worn; hands be held.

When roses comes with thorns.

Just the other day, I went out with Teritha. However, you spell the freakin` name. Who would have thought I'd survive WoW talk, Dota talk and boy talk! Man, this KahJin sure has a lot to say about people. Yup, yup he gossiped about all of yew! Wahahahahha! Don't come and ask me; I don't kiss and tell :p *Lol, I'm so evil. (Actually, don't have la. Dirty his name a bit *rofl*)
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Guess who's da shorty?!

It's Teritha, of course.
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Smoke some more la, smokeee.
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He's the owner of this Jazz! If you see him on the road, just HORN the human! Nyahahaha :D
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Tick, tock, tick, tock. Will time run out?
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Oh, someone gave me a rose today during work. Lol. Awkward feelin` ~
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Livin up to the poser name; pose with the rose.
(Don't bother lookin, this is my ill-looking face)
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=( Felt so sickly during work, but I came mmkay! Physically I was there, so boss happy :p
During non peak hours, this is what I do. Sleep, nap, conteng on the paper. Oh, and play with yellow lights :)
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I have a sudden urge to eat waffles. Geez, I make myself hungry for no reason -.-"

Can you feel the temperature risin`

Lost voice, sore throat and a slight fever; what more could you ask for on a Friday and Saturday night? I wish that it disappears! Shoo, shoo :(

Because of these uneasy feelings, I haven't been able to breathe properly at night. Buggerchai. And that results to a cranky me and emoness, lol. Just imagine: I had to wake up at 7am to go for my weekly badminton and swimmin, and I so I went to bed at 2am. Wasn't able to sleep until 6am. So all in all, I had ONE freakin hour of shut eye. knnccb. Damn tired mmkay T_T
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I want BS! :(
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I want a blood elf! :((
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I want OWNAGE!
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But no... cannot, coz I can't go out without feeling tired. *Pulls hair*
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Ratatouille; I'd like to watch this ;) Preview was so funny and cute :]
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Yes, I know I like to cam-ho. Get over it.

Emo face when one can't sleep. *wails*
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It's stronger than you think it is.
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"Dunno what to do" face.
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Emo face #2 because the brain just won't shut down. *cries*
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So pink and diff. Just for post sake.
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I don't like it when my brain can't shut down at night. It's damn stressful. Don't like, don't like, don't like!! *whines* Thank God today's Sunday. Hallelujah.

Jackie is half black; chris is half white. They're 'brothers'.


A typical friday night out with close friends :) Rush hour 3 was the right pick! Chris Tucker's humorous race lines and Jackie's bewildered looks is one of the best combinations of comedy. So hillarious that certain scenes were applauded by the audience. Me included!

Many action scenes since it's classic Jackie Chan after all. In the end, the joke of the day was still more to Chris. He's one funny dude :p

Posters =)
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In a taxi, IN Paris.
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After a shower. Refreshing. Nola, actually I was waiting for Weiren to come.
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Waiting for the lift was such a bore. Luckily this mirror saved us from boredom. See how co-operative Neal is.
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Us, playing Daytona. Everyone was like, "Ready? ready?! Okay! Put your coins in!"
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Oh, and to end it all, this is how Weiren parked his fat car. ;)
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That's it. I'm out :) Toodlas.

I believe evil exists.


Considering that I am feeling a little sickly today, I won't ramble on with long winded introductions. Let's get to it :)

* I would like to know more about html, but it's gettin`more difficult to decode the codes. Sometimes it gets so frustrating, I accidentaly press, "clear edits" and everything I've done for the past 15-40 mins will be erased. Start over you say? God, no. I'll do it the next day.

* Took my Advance 1 jap exam today, and I think I would get a B/C. There goes my A once again :( I am actually hoping my sensei fails me for not writing in kanji and then I can retake the test! Hahaha. Fat chance :(

* I fell into the toilet bowl today; butt first. Don't ask, don't think, DON'T imagine. kthxbye.
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Now, for the likes of me.

Colorful, ain't it?
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Testing my phone's angle ;)
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What does it feel like to get half of me?
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OMG, I went sooo hyper today when my mom told me we're going to eat bak kut teh in Old Klang road. w00t! That's the only place I love to eat bak kut teh. And, it's been 3 whole years since the last time I set my foot there! My dad asked if I was hungry, and I was like "Yeah, yeah, yeah" nodding my head as if I haven't eaten for days -.-"

Round 1?
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Round 2. Sorry no pics of me cam ho-ing. 1) too hungry. 2) Later you stalk my family members how?!
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Take a bite, take a guess, but would anyone undo the mess?
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That is all, I think. Oh, how I dread work sometimes. I know it's for experience and all, but it's so tiring at times. And my boss always bully me T_T (Boss, if you're reading this, buy me hagen daaz chocolate chip ice cream, and i'll forgive you :p) I need to set my priorities straight-er.

Nite nite to all who reads this post at 1-2-3am in the wee hours of night :)

.:: I'm bringin`sexy back, yeah ::.



Since I'm such in a happy mood today, I'll post some random stuff before sleepin ;)

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When do we normally say thanks for the service given during meals? IMO, this would feel much better as a tip!
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Watchin some comedy thing online, haha, dungu face.
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Hmm, poser sial. (shaddap KiN, I know you're rofl-ing)
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And finally...

Piggyness says g'nite! :)

Work, work, work. Careful hun, I'm gonna disturb you again, lol :p

Oh, I accidentaly bought raspberry flavor instead of strawberry flavored lollipop. Tasted, weird. Anyway, out of randomness, I would like to announce that I love curry. My moms. Tottemo oishii desu :-]

I'm currently lovin`my new hp! feeeeeel, as someone would say *wink*

Victorious!... not.

After a year of guidance, EYAA has benefited me in many ways. I learned to be in control of my future, though I'm not fully in control of my future now. I see the need in doing so. I try to grasp onto anything that could support me in achieving that.

Who would have thought that I'd work as a volunteer in a zoo? Who would have known that I'd be able to have an adventure outside of Selangor? Who would have known I'd face leeches before I died? Who would have known that inside me, lay a vicious competitor? Who would have known I would grow into who I am today?

Anyway, enough with the past for the moment. What happened on the 5th of August, will be something that has a sense of significance to me.

I slept late as usual the night before, and waking up for the Award seemed such a chore. Somehow, it didn't hit me hard enough that it was important for me to be fresh and awake. I dragged myself out of bed, and got myself a rude awakening. The heater was acting haywiredly. It works one minute, and doesn't the other. So, for me, a person who hates to shower with cold water, became grumpy. On the other hand, when I got over that incident, I tried to dress casually but to no avail; that is why you see me wearing such a combination on that day. It sucked, and I didn't feel at my top potential! Such details DO matter! *fine,fine, call me a vainpot!*

I picked my cousin up and off we went to W.I.M- the place where the event was held.

When we arrived, gosh, we thought we were late. No worries though, we were one of the earliest to arrive. Everyone was greeting one another, shaking hands, viewing our portfolios, chatting and browsing through picture albums.

As the time grew closer and closer for me to speak, I went into hyper mode. Smiling at everyone, but shivering on the inside. *This is why we should never do last minute speeches, but when do we ever listen?* I tried to memorize the content but gave up after a while. Instead, I paid attention to whomever that was speaking.

Then, to my shocking suprise, Amy(the director; my advisor/teacher/mentor), said it was time for the speeches. But she pulled our legs saying we can have a 5 minute break for refreshments. My oh my, doesn't that seem to feel like ages?

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That lady in white is the Director/Founder of Edison Explorers and the EYAA programe; Amy.
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During the "5 minute" break.
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Look! The fascination handphones can bring teens. Soooo, engrossed! What has become of our society these days... What happened to talking with our mouths/lips/voices?
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Uhh.. yeah. The stumbling and staggering me. But I made it! Give me credit fer that ;p
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This is KingSkarl. Please be careful of him. He'll eat you up with his confidence.
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Look at the fella, rubbing is hands; can't wait to get his hands on the "treasure" ;p
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Claims it with a sinister sly smile. Lol :p
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We're proud to be the first! Muahaha, catch up with us quickly! neh neh neh boo boo :P
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And so... ends the "glorious" day. Food was catered and we helped ourselves to tid bits of snacks. Popiah, mee hoon, some green roll thing, egg sandwiches: Malaysian style of "teatime".

P.s: Guess who joined the exclusive C.A.T's club? :]

Oh btw, I wrote this at 4am. Forgive me if it was lacking in content, humor, details or exaggerations. Imagine: a zombie holding a pen.

When leaving is more than walking away.

Everyone's human. We do what humans would/could do: question, forgive, get angry, negotiate, discuss, have fun, communicate, feel, get insecure, commit suicide, be happy, enjoy the small things that matter, gamble, become a gangster, do drugs, work as a prostitute, cry, etc. Of course, those are our choices.

• We get hurt, but we mend the wounds.

• We get upset, but come to our senses later on.

• We become egoistic, but learn how to put ourselves in other people's shoes.

• We can be sore losers, but in time learn to accept defeat.

• We are loved, but also we learn to love.

• We keep taking, but one day realize that giving feels good too.

• We talk as if we're the only ones in pain, but being aware we realize there are others who are worse off than us.

• We become selfish because of insecurity; refusing to share with others the knowledge we have, but with the right support, we find sharing a wonderful ability.

• We take little things for granted, but when we lose them, we start to appreciate every moment.

Take two steps back and reflect. When life offers us so much, but we fear every oppotunity given, we don't live. That's how my mom looks at me, although she doesn't say it in that manner.

In a way, we homeschoolers don't know how to enjoy life doing the "in" thing or experiencing the wild escapades as much as school going kids. We are much more reserved and phlegmatic (that's what I think. If you're a homeschooler that isn't like that, sorry, this description doesn't point at you). I, myself think that I was sort of "deprieved" of my teenhood. Until this day, I have trouble keeping up with friends who are spontaneous, bubbly who aren't afraid to do things that might embarass them but entertain others.

Being brought up as a homeschooler, I find that I'm more serious than my peers. I analyze fun, I think through before doing anything "new". I don't just do fun things on the spot like my friends do. People often ask why I do not laugh at their jokes; maybe because I didn't find it funny, or maybe it wasn't my kind of "dumb". I've seen other blogs that are written by typical teens saying they don't want to grow up, they don't want to work *college*, they just want fun. Fun, fun, fun.

But as for me, though I still have my share of fun, I think more about my future. Working future. Maybe that is why people look at me and say "this isn't a fun person", because I think thoughts that people probably, don't usually ponder over until they're 21. I don't have that "high school" personality.

Maturity perhaps? Or is it hormones? I don't know.

Don't get me wrong. I love to hang out with my friends. I love to have fun with them. But I haven't stayed long enough to experience "their" kind of world. My kind of fun could sometimes be lame in their eyes. That doesn't really boosts ones confidence.

People may smack me right on the face and tell me that I'm thinking too lowly of myself, but I am not. I am the kind of person where, you don't have to dive into sewers to figure out. I will offer to tell and show you in hope that you will understand the me inside. I don't portray mystery all the time. I dislike people misunderstanding me, that's why I make an effort on explaining myself most of the time.

I don't like to be doubted especially if I've done many things in my own way to support my words. I was selfish once, maybe I still am a little, but I've learned to give without asking for anything in return. I took 'bear' for granted once due to my childish attitude, but I've learned to appreciate and savor every bit of it now. I have a lot to offer but very little resources to use, so forgive me if I cannot be there all the way, but I try. I may have been an ass before, but I'm making up for lost and un-used time. After all that, the only thing missing in my life is the 'honey' inside you. Never say that I'm insincere because if I was/am, I would have never used up my time to plan and do the things I've done.

The tears and worries may come and go, but that's how it is. It will exist as long as the solution is vague. There is nothing to blame but only to mend. Lend me a hand when mine is burnt from tears; lend me an ear when I voice my unhappiness; guide me to you when I've lost my direction.

Often, I tell myself that smiling and laughing is our best medicine. And so, even in the darkest of times, when I cannot bring myself to trust... I trust that my smiles and laugh will brighten both our days.

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I know la, this is a kick ass long post, but those who don't read will miss out! :p Well, miss out on getting to know me a lil more. Lol, my goodness, so shameless. But hey, it doesn't hurt to read the whole thing; it's not like I'm asking you to read a 1000 page 'sejarah' textbook =\

Updates: I've received my Bronze Certificate for the EYAA programe. Want to know more about it please e-mail your enquiries to amyjdelph@gmail.com or, if you just want to know the surface of it, you can ask me. Haha. I'm supposed to be proud of this for like, a year, but the excitement in me has died down. I'll need to aim higher now or my achievements fruitful feeling will only last 3 days max. Imagine, one year of work = 3 days of happiness/proudness then it's back to nothing? :( Tell me la, who would want that! or is it just me? wtf.

On another note, I'll be joinin the Writers`Camp soon! I'll be following 2 dungu EYAAns and I can't wait :) As for the Marathon... uh, I think I gotta start waking up at 8am to train. I haven't touched the track for more than a month and I think I'm beginning to feel the cheese on my arse. Har har har, not.funny. I can't lose to Ethan and my brother! Alright! *pep talks to self*

I'm good to go.

G'nite! G'nite! While the stars are bright! :)

Loves, buzzkins.

When you realize what love is.

Oh my god, it's been so long since I've visited my own blog let alone write a post. My computer has been left under dust that I was afraid when I boot it today, it'll not be workin no more. But I guess, there's nothing to fear about is there? :)
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Well, what's been happening lately? For one, happened an incident I'm most likely not to forget for a long time: some rotten cheese dickhead of a bastard stole my precious phone. I know. Sucks, but it happened all too quickly that it didn't dawn upon me till later in the night. But all bad things have an essence of good values instilled in them. I learned somethings that night. 26th July 2007; a night where I was myself. True self. A night where I wasn't afraid to be judged. A night where tears rolled down with a sense of deep anguish. And I know for all who reads this would think that I'm being a girl over a phone. It wasn't just a phone, though.
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Anyway, enough of handphones. There are already new loving memories in the making, which I hope will stay this time around. It's all in my head, those things that were written for me from you. It's engraved and therefore I don't have to be afraid of losing them.
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Memories that remember you. Chapter 1.

Smelt fresh and warm, he stood by the streets wearing dark navy blue jeans, a white shirt that ecentuated his perfection and breakfast of hash browns. It was just an ordinary cloudy friday morning that quickly turned into sunny spring. With strong arms open wide, he embraced her with squeezes that showed how much he had missed her in person.

When the excitement gradually got in control, she couldn't help but smile and blush. He had stuffed up a piece of hash brown into her mouth while she was clearly, staring dreamily at him. The overwhelming wash of euphoria just nibbled her alive.

He stayed with her while she was working as a marker (think Amazing race). Her mind was filled with thoughts of his existence, right here, right beside her. Mere words couldn't really expressed the feeling that surpassed her brain.

He was her saviour when he offered to drive her to her next point. He saved her again when she was in need of a phone. He was there when she fell down on the road. He was there to comfort her when her wound shot her vivid pain. It was as if destined to happen while he was by her side.

He stopped at a bakery shop to buy a few buns and also stopped at a soya bean stand where he asked her to get him a bottle of soya bean. Reason? He was much less fluent in cantonese than she was. Moreover, she didn't mind doing it for him.

They walked arm in arm (not hand in hand), because she kept fidgeting and locking her right arm on his left that he decided to let her do what she wants. To be happy. To express that one happiness in such a cute manner. She felt no worries, no fear, no anguish, only love.

To be continued...

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Tears have been shed,
Moments shared,
Anxiety expressed,
Another period spared.
Holding on to vows made,
This time around, right words have been said,
For them to prove their true worth,
All I'll do is wait.


There was also a realization within myself that night.
"Sacrifice".

"He isn't here because he loves me. He doesn't like me being here with a ghost of my ex in my own house, but he isn't here. He chose to trust me and allowed me face you alone. He did something he didn't like because he loves me and that's only nearly a part of love. You know nothing of love." - Ghost whisperer (series)

xoxo, buzzkins.

The anxiety that tickles but yet it is fearful.

I'm sick of rice. No more! No more! I can't eat them no more! *breathes* The weather was quite kind today that it hyped me up the whole day. Windy & not shriekingly hot or humid. Thank goodness.

I'll be treasure hunting tomorrow with Mr. Jian Eu, bracing the weather that awaits us. Oh, my poor poor skin. Anyway, I think it'll be fun running around as if we are sooooo busy. Further more, you get paid for running around and learning. That's one heck of a deal babeh ;)

Bon odori is this Sat; 5-10pm. Whoever wants to go, you're welcome to set your feet in Matsushita Stadium. Dress accordingly okay! Casual, with costumes or watever la. It's gonna be freaking hot with humans sweating everywhere. Ew. But the fun is worth it; with close tomodachi(s) makes it even more worth it.

*Oh, if you get lost in the huge crowd, and manage to find one of your friends, that's already considered lucky. I got lost once, and... only met up with my parents an hour later. =\

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Hah! Just kiddin` Puh leez, me? getting lost? No way! I have such a sharp sense of direction. Right buzz right?! Right Kin right?! Right Jon right?! Wahahaha. I know, I know. Thank you for your praises. :p

To sum it up, I've been part timin` at 'Sense' boutique. It's in Taipan, if you ever know how to get there, lol. Gimme an e-mail if you want to know the exact address. Female clothing, local designer's designs: casual, cocktail, dinner, sweet dresses & babydoll trend for another 3 weeks. Drop by and say hi to muah oggies? ;)

*Best of all, I get clothes. Hahaha!!

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Countin` down. Oh please good Lord, don't make drench me in blood, stains and pain. 13th-Friday-tokubetsu no hi. Happy Special Day, buzz. Suprise me, if you can :)
2nd year; black top; TGIF.

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Nachos and cheese comin` up. Stormie ah, I have no time to bake that 'round, crispy, chocolatey' cookie :( Just wait a lil longer, capish? :p

"Will it sweep my feet away, make my heart flutter, or will it just confine me in a drug bottle."

No, I have not started cam-h00ing again. It's quite an old pic; don't even know if I've posted it before. But heck, don't care la :p After someonnnee, says he is lazy to read. Transformers is rockin` hard and drivin` me nuts!

"Eagerly awaiting the day of the date- I wonder if you are too."

Of mixed feelings and oreos.

I hate you but I love you. When you do something wrong towards me, I forgive and forget. I am patient when you don't give me straight forward answers. I stand up for you when people talk bad about you. I stand up for you indirectly when people take advantage of the situation.

You make me go mad, you make me angry with your words, you make me think as if I am the only one playing this life game, you make me feel like I'm a toy, you don't have any commitments towards me; do as and when you like or feel, you annoy me, you play around like 24/7, you tease the hell outta me, you scare me, you make me cry, you make me wonder why; why do I deserve this kind of treatment, you make me shout, you piss me off, you do many more things to make my life miserable.

But behind all that war and blood shed, you show me that you care, you love and you don't mean the things you sometimes blurt out. You protect me, indirectly and is shy in showing any amount of affection.

And after all this, we have a love hate relationship; although it's more hate than love, but I think you get the drift.

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You make me hate you many times, Daryl Goh (thought it was you didn't you buzz), but as the 'influential' sister that I am, I still *inserts the L word* you. As a younger blood related person... of course. *Clears throat*
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Now, after all this mushy hoo-haas, let's move on shall we... not today. Another post, another day. Hahaha, in your face! Okay, okay, I'm kidding, please keep reading my blog. Lol, wtf. Okay, sorry I need to take a break, take a kit kat ;)
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xoxo, "I long to feel sincerity one day".

"He gave us to lip(s) and an abyss in between".

To speak, to laugh, to eat, to breathe, to bite, to suck, to curse, et cetera. He created it so we wouldn't look distorted, weird or disgusting. It's such a physical gift yet it is used to abuse words and create bitterness.

It is most commonly used for breathing. Second comes the talking, followed by the smiling and then the cursing; the laughing; the kissing... and the list just goes on. Our mouth has such an au natural talent, don't you think so?

It saves us from trouble; sweet talk; negotiate (though the brains gets most of the credits); question; ask; explain; pronunciate; teach; etc.

But if it is meant for asking, questioning, explaining, teaching, talking, saying, then why do people get hurt when they hear the words that they didn't want to hear? What happens to learning and teaching if people are so picky towards critisisms, explanations or questions?

Then, it comes down to being considerate. To think of the other person before you speak your mind, full of impromptu speeches that you forget about one's feelings towards that topic. Nonetheless, we have the right to ask, especially when it involves ourselves. Don't tell me, you'd work for a company without knowing it's terms and conditions or go to war without knowing which country or station you're stationed at?

Taking risks asking the questions people are afraid to ask or answer is another form of using your mouth and of course your brain. But to what extend are you 'eligable' to ask. You probably won't think about it that much until you either spat something rude or once again, inconsiderate.

So, if consideration takes so much out of asking a question, then we'd probably end up asking more questions with ourselves. Who have we got (besides God, for you Christians out there) to speak to or ask. Closest are probably parents, who really varies from an individual characteristics.

I say that because, I constantly fight inside of myself, questioning if my actions are right, if I was wrong to ask, am I inconsiderate or rude to have asked; if I am at fault and many more 'w-h-y's. Where does that take me? Not far, really. Keeping questions to myself overtime will make me an unstable person full of emotions that might take over the conscious mind. If I was extremely considerate of other people's feelings, I'd become a nice person on the outside, or I might be known as the timid baby scardycat.

To some people, every word that comes out of someone's mouth may not be a great importance, but they have said that you should read between the lines, in this case, listen between the lines. It may be an indirect calling for S.O.S, a message, an emotion revealed, or a cry of despair.

Maybe I have been asking the wrong questions, that is why I don't get an answer. Maybe, I'm too straight forward that it makes the person intimidated to answer. Maybe I am thinking too much about 'me'. But then again, if what is to be answered is the truth, then why not speak? The truth isn't really a complicated matter. It is in one category and the explanations and 'whys' comes in another. An answer could make 'someone' happy.

"It's almost a year since that incident. And people told me that I'd forget after the 6th month. Proves that I am strong, and I've proved you wrong either way."

Exhilarating; adrenalin pumpin`

I'll be updating this last post on my Penang trip..(yeah, yeah, I know I'm way overdued, but capish, I like lah! :p)

First up, Museum in the outdoors. My first time. Visitin` an outdoor museum, of course.

See the depth of this 'thing'. There's a story behind it. 100ft btw; freakin` scary.
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Yes, I am proud to say, I climbed up that dark ladder with a skirt. Here I am, distressed and tired and hot, in the tunnel we had to 'crawl' in before climbing the ladder.
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Inside a 'high ranked CEO's office'! Proud giler. Pose like dungu. No power.
*credits to alan.
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The dude who was 'lecturing' us on the walls material.
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"Radar's can't detect this place, because of these 'special' walls". *Sorry, I've forgotten what they're called* (This is why I fail military history)
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Mr. Pan cool conquering the ladder. *applause* :p
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I took this! In a split second! *pats self* :p
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'Guinness is good for you!' W.t.f?! Hahaha.
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Couldn't resist. (Yes, I know this mirror makes ppl look short)
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This is where Spiderman stays.
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Leftovers from the war. Can you spot the anchor?
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Hot chic a doc. Too bad she's plastic.
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Thus, ends this episode of 'history'.
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Moving on to some more excitement.

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Moi first trishaw ride :)

My aunties didn't let my couz(gal) sit with me coz she was afraid we'd get raped. So she stationed one guy for us. Meet the photographer a.k.a char siu pao bodyguard. (Hahaha, I just made that name up, don't kill me!)
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You see, we were first. Dead first. NUMBER ONE. ICHIBAN DESU. But, as you can see, they shamelessly overtook us! *gasp*
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Credits to Alan Tan.
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OH! This batch also shamelessly overtook us! Can pose before overtaking also?! Why were we so slow?! I don't know la!
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The people who work hard to earn RM20 per ride. God, they are so fit! Salutes!
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More of the people who passed us :(
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This one also la ! =3
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So, that's about it. Get fat, get mad and be merry is what you do in Penang. I'm pumped up now; road trip/backpacking anyone? :D