Monday, 26 October 2009


Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it's only seed 
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live 

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose


Love might be sweet, hurting, bitter, cheerful, private, promised.
Love is like a flower.
The seed indicates the starting point of the love where two persons meet.
They share memories. They cry together.
There is a long process for a seed to blossom with fragrant smell.
Flower needs nutrients to survive.
Love needs tenderness, tolerance, respect, caring, trust, courage, justice and spaces for the beloved.

Try to observe deftly and carefully.
Love is all around.
Seize it when opportunity approaches. 

Love is sometimes dangerous and adventurous.
Flowers will also wilt some day as if how Love dies.


Is not about finding the right person.
It's about creating a right relationship.
It's not how much love you have in the beginning.
It's how much love you built till the end.

Thursday, 22 October 2009


  I wonder why my sisters seem to be so aggressive to have quarrels all the time. The elder is 14 while the younger is 12. I did not actually know what had happened between them. They are just behaving like a pair of couple having quarrels and making up continually and repeatedly. I was also told by my aunt. I was not clear and had forgotten what was my response at the time that I was informed about this troublesome stuff.

  Got startled and looked miserably stiff and stern?
  Was in a state of heaven-peace?
  Acting as though I did not give a fuck about it?

  I thought they are mature enough. But I was totally wrong. I might have neglected them for a long period. I thought my aunt was able to handle it. I thought my sisters will satisfy to have a home to stay after the tragedy of parental divorce. I thought they will be happy to be "compensated" in that way. Physically and materially. (sis, staying in relative's house is better than staying in an orphanage).

  I wonder is there any theory to state that the youngsters must be disobedient when they reach the so-called "age of rebellion"? Is it my problem that I did not guard them properly? Do they lack of some psychological consolations that I have overlooked? And what should I do next? I have tried to explain the facts like a SAINT but their continual quarrels are making me to feel as if I were going to FAINT.

  I told my dearest mum. About what aunt said and certain situations she depicted. About what another aunt (spouse of maternal uncle) described about my sisters while they were at her house. About complaints by neighbours of their crackling loudness and pitches. I told my mum all that in the hope that she can advise my sisters although I did not intend to make her worry as I know we three are both grown up. We should be leading our own lives. That is why I wonder what for they quarreled seperti anjing dengan kucing?
  I wonder why they are so likely to have quarrels all the time and it is all about some stupid negligible tiny matters. Why can't they just try to compromise? Anyway, I did not tell my mum what I am feeling. What is suffocating me. What I am wondering. I do not want to burden her irritation. She had had enough because she was stuck by him for years. He-who-has-insulted-LOVE. He-who-painted-himself-as-some-kind-of-romantic-hero. I might be sympathized with but she seems more sympathetic and pathetic.

  I would pray to live a better brand new day. With less quarrels. With less trouble.

  Just take it easy! Am I right?



Monday, 19 October 2009












Thursday, 15 October 2009

It's All About Result

Got my last semester result back on last Monday 12 Oct.
Frankly, I'm quite disappointed about the Business Accounting.
Anyway, the result for overall is still considered Okay.
What to do?
I'm neither going to weep alone at the dark corner with my face hidden nor blaming anyone for this.
Just get to pull up my socks for this semester.
Congratulation to those with excellent results.
Try harder for the future as the journey is far beyond our expectations.

Enclosure: 2 pieces of photos as a review of my result.

My apology upon the poor visibility of the images because they were print-screened and edited. And have been enlarged to its maximum as well.

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Back on track

  The first day of new semester was welcomed by my silly new hair style. Finally, I got back to the long-time-no-see college after a couple of shimmering SPLENDID holidays spent at hometown. The last day of holiday I asked for my friend's help as my luggage are too heavy which caused me a lot of inconvenience to sit in a bus. What I've expected within those two weeks had been realised. The floor of house had been covered by a layer of dust and fine grained sand. The kitchen showed the evidence of being inhabited by the disgusting mice. The way leads to the room were full of dirt. The condition of my room was, more or less, as untidy as those books that were widely spreaded on the small square table. I talked and talked to my friends who fetched me to hostel before they left as if it was the coming of doomsday and we will never meet up again. We had food cum fun at Gurney Plaza right before we were on our way to my hostel. 

  I tried to clean up the messy room with my best effort on. Taken a broom to sweep the floor especially the hidden corners and the darkened space under the double-decker where the dust favours most. Used a mop to wipe the floor so that it was as shiny as a piece of gold-coated mirror. Settling down my own stuffs afterwards. Nights are silent. Always. The peaceful silence crackles with a sense of awkwardness hanging around the room. I did not bother so much as I had classes the next morning.

  First week of my new semester passed as usual as what I have been undergoing for previous semesters. Textbooks, library, reference books, tutorial classes, additional questions, quizzes, group discussions, assignments, class presentation and more and more undiscovered surprises are awaiting ahead of me to accomplish them. Now my days are getting tougher and harder with the appearance of Business Investment Game. But I believe I will get through it harshly and break through the Xeric. Remember, you only need to have a little faith to break through all the difficult states. Win or Lose are merely some devices used to measure your courage.

  As a review, this is already my fifth semester in TARCollege. Time is the best medicine for me. It turns all my frustration and dissatisfaction into gratitude and thankfulness. Either in college or in family. Time has probably been the best medicine to heal my wound. To ease my shattered pain. I need more faith, more courage, more confidence, more determination, more trust and more Time. Straight to the point, I do need support while family and friends are the main sources of my visible and invisible supports. Life is short. Life is fragile. Life maybe tough or easy and your mind made it. Hence, See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Do no evil. 
I'm contented with what I'm having now. What I'm doing now. 

  Guys. Be mature. Be responsible. Don't mess the room. Do clean up regularly. Don't make complaints on the widening waist. Do exercises. Don't leave it to others and relying on others to throw it. Do carry out own responsibility. Last, for me. Don't make futile murmur here. Do useful actions! I should claim that I'm getting back on track. On the right track. And my life has been lightened up all along the track.
Hairstyle by a dickhead that made me look so fleshy & chubby. =.=''

Food. Fork. Spoon. Knife. Cup. Straw. Cutlery Tray. People. Camera.

Mosaic. Tiles. Walls. Bricks. Dim-lit Lamp. Toilet bowl. Lavabo. Toilet paper. 3 Fools+ 1 Camera.

Look what was I holding. MUSIC-MAN!

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Be a good Samaritan =)

Taken from

I was totally taken aback when I read the news about Yen Kee, one of the top students in Jit Sin who scored 11A's in her SPM. She was awarded scholarships to study Medicine in overseas university by Public Service Department after receiving her SPM results, but her dream is so near, yet so far.

Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with Leukemia one year ago, forcing her to relinquish her the golden opportunity to becoming a doctor. She has been undergoing chemotherapy for almost a year and her health conditions improved along with the treatments.
However, its a short-lived joy as her health is deteriorating and cancer is again threatening her life.

Her father, a small construction contractor has almost used up all his lifetime savings to save her daughter, hoping that chemotherapy would bring back Yen Kee a normal life. Till now, the family has already spent more than RM70,000 to ensure Yen Kee can receive proper treatments.

Now with her conditions worsened, they have no choice but let Yen Kee undergo bone marrow transplant that would cost them more than RM200,000; which is the only hope to save this young life according to the doctors.

The operation will take place at Ampang Hospital once the bone marrow arrives in Malaysia.

Yen Kee's family is now facing financial difficulties to support this costly yet life-saving bone marrow transplant. They have no choice but to seek for alternative financial support, hoping that donations collected can lighten the enormous burden on the whole family right now.

Yen Kee in the hospital












Cheque is made payable to "GUANG MING RIBAO Sdn. Bhd. ( Charity Fund )", with the back of cheque written the name of "楊顏琦 (Yeoh Yen Kee)", with donor's Chinese/English name, Address and contact number, so that receipt could be mailed to you.

The cheque is to be mailed to:-
《光明公益金》Guang Ming Ribao
67,Jalan Macalister,10400 Pulau Pinang.
Phone:04-222 6783
Fax:04-222 6767

There is now a Maybank account for donation to Yen Kee.
Name: Yeoh Yen Kee
Maybank Berhad A/C No.: 107228093292 

Link for updated information,

Saturday, 3 October 2009


Checked up the calendar.
There are a lot of circles on specific dates.
Definitely they are birthday dates.
September... Loads of friends were born in this month.
*I'm one of them* =D

Friends~ Happy Birthday to all of you!!


Actually I never demanded too much for my birthday
As long as I feel happy with what's happening & everything goes smoothly.
That's enough and I'll be contented~
I was hoping I would have listened to Lee Hom's songs
& miraculously I got my dreams come true.
Midnight on 28th I woke up as I was terribly hungry.
Going downstairs I, on the double, switched on the TV and moved to kitchen.
I held the bowl of instant noodle carefully and appeared in living room where the TV was on.
Abruptly I looked at the screen.
It was displaying music video of Lee Hom --> "Ultimate Hero"
Unconsciously I turned it to another channel.
What surprised me was that it was another MV of Lee Hom --> "Heartbeat"
I had an incredible and amazing early morning. ^^V

by the way
Thanks a lot for the wishes from all my friends.
Special thanks to Yong Kang, Kia Wooi & Hai Sien.
They made me a memoriable evening at Jusco.
We had dinner at KFC. *sounds weird but it's got fun*
Wandering off inside Jusco for some time after that.
Before heading home, I still managed to purchase a box of 30%-discount Sushi.

at KFC
at Popular

front left right back (Prison ID: 32687)

front left right back (Prison ID: 38755)

front left right back (Prison ID: 35684)

front left right back (Prison ID: 37948)

The IDs are fake. The authority will not bear any responsibility for any resemblance. XD

That was what had taken place on my 19th Birthday.
Report's accomplished.
Thank you. ^^

Friday, 2 October 2009


Time: 1500-2000
Venue: Vspot, Pacific Megamall, Seberang Perai.

It was so glad that HOTZ members could meet up again.
There were yang mah & his hubby, yan mah, wee and I.

*I was told that ya mah didn't get informed. How come?*
*I'm so sorry that she missed it*
*Nevermind la. Next time we must meet up again*

Okay! Three hours passed without any notification.
These photos shown as proofs for the great time we had over there.

teik yen yang wooi
we sang we played we had fun
I captured this XD
Whitish VS Darky ^^V
they say I'm Ham Sap but I'm just Sum Pat.
u might say: spoiling the poster~! haha
so concentrate