Thursday, January 31, 2008

My fault

I got hurt. My fault.
I felt scared, no one around. My fault.
I asked for help. My fault.
I tried to protect myself. My fault.
I needed a little love and attention. My fault.
I got 'lost'. My fault.
I listened to my heart. My fault.
I went to make myself feel better. My fault.
I tried to handle things on my own. My fault.
I'm a person of a few words. My fault.
I threw a little tantrum. My fault.
I made certain choices. My fault.
I messed up occasionally. My fault.
I tried to be perfect. My fault.
I tried to meet expections laid. My fault.
I held back myself. My fault.
I felt empty. My fault.
I got spoilt. My fault.

Was coming into this world my fault too?
Was I not suppose to be here?
I never got to choose who I am to be.
Why did you put it all on me?
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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Bahasa berbunga

I've always been very fond of the English language. English has always been my favourite subject in school. Essays. Stories. Literatures. Poems. I like the way the language could be blended to create something new. It's sort of an art, you know. To play around with words and phrases. I am fascinated with how one word could bring so many different meanings and how so many other words could mean the very same thing. That is why I am very into English novels and movies. There is always something new to learn and there won't be an ending. You can never stop learning.

It's most probably attibutted to the way I was brought up. I grew up in a very "English" environment. I use English at home. I mingle with English speaking people in school. I was exposed to English materials. Coming to think about it, I know no other languages other than English and BM during my childhood years. Me and my best friend even thought about publishing our own storybook back then. Yeah. We wrote stories then. Only that it was never completed and it was, of course, not published. The book was lost in time anyway. But I could still remember the story that we were working on. I still love to write. That is why you see me here.

I use to have this thinking that English is superior. It is, after all, a universal language. If you don't speak proper English, you'd lose out man. So it doesn't really bother me when other friends labelled me as a "banana". It means Chinese people who doesn't know how to speak their native language. Cause I never really liked any other languages. To me, English is everything. Yes, I'm arrogant. Lolz.

It was not too long ago that I've realised that this other language is beautiful in its own way as well. Particularly in music lyrics and movie scripts. It's more expressive. It's more gentle. If it's phrased in a proper manner, the sentences they bring can be real touching and meaningful. It can be more complicated than English but if you understand those complications, you''ll see the beauty in it. Yes, it is Mandarin. I was introduced to it by current friends of mine. Because they are all Chinese educated, I was sort of "forced" to pick up the language, just to be in line with them.

But I've not regretted it since. Although I'm still rather slow in it. I don't really read Mandarin. But I guess my speaking abilities are okay la. They are okay rite? At least I understand what people are saying and they understand what I'm saying. I am still trying to figure out the full meaning of music lyrics that I like. You know la. If you understand partially only, you'd be damn frustrated. And I got addicted to Taiwanese dramas lately. Got influenced by some people. They are good. They keep u thinking about it. Haha.

But my love for English still stays on la. Although I've been a little diverted to Mandarin. =P
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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Demands

It's not to the point of out-of-breath yet, but it's still a little suffocating. Being 'crushed'. Like an invisible stone placed on top of you. The demands of people. It's tiring, it's frustrating and it's confusing. You get all messed up till you have no idea what it is you wanted to do anymore. Man, I'm only one person. How much do you expect?

First and foremost, there is work. It takes up 98% of your weekdays and occasionally, your weekends as well. And yet your superiors still expect more. They are programmed to have this thinking that why can't you be more hardworking than you already are and put in more effort to meet that ridiculous deadline set by some idiot? Even if you do spend 24/7 working in office, they somehow fail to see and expect the very same thing over and over again.

Then there's family. Because you are indebted to them since birth, thus, you do not have the heart to ignore your responsibilities to them. No matter what, you still got to make out some time to do house chores, do groccery shoppings, show up at some family get together, show some concerns, help out here and there etc etc. And if you fail to do even one of the above, there goes the silent guilt pressure or better, the lifetime non-stop nagging. "From what I remembered, you are part of the family too. How can you be so ignorant and self-centered?"

Not over yet. Have I brought up friends? They call when they are feeling blue, you are obligated to be there. They call when they are bored, you are obligated to be there. They are having this big party, you are definitely obligated to be there. If you don't, you'd risk disappointing them and losing their trust. Or you'd hear, "So you are so busy now that you don't have time for us anymore? What happened to our usual Saturday night drinks?" You have to cope with another round of guilty-ness and then comes the silent treatment again where you don't hear from them as often anymore.

What about yourself? Don't you need to satisfy your own demands? To just cuddle on the couch, with a steaming hot chocolate, some jazz and a good book? Or to catch up with that drama series you've left out months ago? Or to go for that relaxing swim? Or to continue those dance lessons that you've put on hold? Or just to laze on bed till the afternoon sun shines through? Or to put on your favourite CD and get back to stitching? Or to surf through web pages and articles that interests you? I'm sure everyone has alot of personal things in mind that they want to do.

Imagine you have only this one day. And all of the above parties wants a piece of you. Tell me. Whom do you choose to satisfy? Your boss? Your family? Your friends? Yourself?

Gimme a break!
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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Farewell Pinkie

"Hi, are you Fui? I'm Sharon. The seniors are looking for you."

Those were the first words she said to me. I could still remember. I was in the library. She was a newly joined staff as well. Since both of us were new and knew practically no one in a new environment, we clicked and hit it off right away. We became real close as colleagues. She's a chatterbox. She talks a real lot. So, I had to talk along with her. In the end, we knew alot about each other. We became more than colleagues. She's my best friend at work. We go every where and do everything together. We were known as the "twins".

We stayed rather near to each other, hence, during the first few months of work, we would car pool quite often. Once we were both posted to a Banting job and we tried out every route possible to get there fast and cheap. That's how we got lost on the Kajang Silk highway. We still car pool now, but not for work, for outings with friends. And during those days that we were actually in office, we would book a place for each other. So that we could sit near and talk. Working with her has never been dull cause she would always come up with something to make things lively. Our lunches together have never been short. And I remembered one incident where we talked too long that it got raining, we couldn't get back to office so we chatted some more. In the end, we were late 2 hours.

Then there were all the trips we had together. She was always my room mate. "Who are you room-ing with?", someone asked. "Aiya, no need to ask la. Sure with Sharon.", someone else answered. The Bangkok trip, the Lumut trip, the Penang trip. And she would always be the one to wake me up and get things ready. She's a more organised kind of person la. So she usually gets things done and worked out everything clearly. I don't have to worry about anything with her. Don't have to worry about losing track of time. Don't have to worry about getting lost. Nothing.

They don't call us "twins" for nothing. We were always together. Even for outings : from dinners to rides to watching fireworks to shopping to movies to annual dinners to everything. If both of us attended, then we will definitely be together. We arrive together. We sit together. We walk together. We leave together. We get each other's opinions. People use to say, "Where ever you see Fui, you'll see Sharon." Or when people see me without her, they'll ask, "Where's your other half?"

It's been a year and a half. And next week, she would be leaving the firm for another job that suits her more. No doubt, I will definitely miss her. It's natural to feel sad when your best friends leaves you know. After all, she's been in my life for some time. I'm too used to having her around. She will no longer be there in office to greet when ever I get back. Neither will I bump into her again at the car park every morning. Nor can I slack with her during office hours to gossip. It's like losing a part of your life. Losing something that you owned all these while. And for the time being, it could be pretty hard to bear.

Things get worst when people ask, "Hey, your best friend is leaving wor. When's your turn?" Or "Hey, I heard Sharon's leaving. How are you holding up?" Drill down my motivation man. I'd lost all mood to work on the day she told me she tendered. Well, people come people go right? Someone told me to learn to let go and get over it.

If the friendship is a deep one, how does one let go? There are too many memories with her to keep. All of them happy ones. We'd been to so many places. Did so many things. Too many to describe it all here. All that I would cherish. I am glad to have known her. She has brought some differences. She brought me new friends. She brought me to a different perspective of life. You never knew you were that important huh?

Well, Pinkie, farewell. All the best in your future endeavours. You've been a real great friend. Thanks for coming into my life. Miss you.


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Monday, January 7, 2008

Paintball

Went for my first ever paintball game yesterday. With a bunch of people that I've never met. Well, what ever. I'm more into the game anyway.

We went to the one in Subang Jaya, namely TT Sports Park. It was in the Malaysia Book of Records for the largest paintball arena. Honestly, to me, it wasn't really that large. Yea. True they have a few "battlegrounds", but they are all of average sizes. Probably fit 20 to 30 people.

So, we went in. Right after a heavy downpour where it got all muddy and slippery. Got ourselves dressed in jumpsuits, vests and head masks. Listened to a short briefing about rules and safety measures, loaded our guns with balls, split into teams and started shooting! Since it was the first time for all of us, things got kinda confusing. We had no idea who we were shooting at. Cause everyone looked the same in the same jumpsuit. We don't know if we were shot. We had lousy team strategies as to where to hide ourselves. We don't know how to cover up for team mates who were cornered by the "enemy". We just main shoot saje. See anyone and anything...just shoot!

There were lots of shouting. All for the wrong reasons. We had no idea who was shouting at whom. We can't make out if our team mates were warning us or giving us directions. All you can hear is "WHAT?" "HUH?" "WHERE?" And the marshal keep shouting, "LARI! LARI!" " PERGI DEPAN! PERGI DEPAN!" "KAT TEPI! KAT TEPI!" And then...BANG! BANG! BANG! And your dead. Means your out. That's about it. We had a mask on la. So it was kinda hard to hear and see in it. If it was a real battle, we would be dead already due to faulty safety equipments.

A few of us got hurt. That's why I say it's a rather dangerous sport. Most of the guys la. Just because it gave them the feel of being in a battle, they charged at every opportunity. Ran right up to the front and fired at what ever. In the end, they got hit all over. Arms, legs, chests, neck, finger etc etc. Luckily no one was hit in the head. I sustained bruises too. Kena hit next to the knee. Turned red and black. Made my mum worried sick.

We were dead exhausted after the game. Sweating, panting and dirty. And it was only for an hour and a half. We were trembling so hard that we couldn't hold chopsticks properly and had trouble using them during dinner. Maklumlah, the gun was not really very light and we were running up and down with it. I had a real good night's sleep that night.

I intend to go for another round. Heard from around that there are better ones in Bukit Tinggi and Gombak. It was definitely fun. Worth the pain. Some experience.
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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Does everything lasts?

Just how long does everything lasts?

I was caught in a jam one morning and it dawned upon me that the answer is NOTHING! Ain't that the fact? Things you possessed currently might no longer be yours in time to come. This includes your family, your friends, your career, your health, your wealth, your beauty, etc etc.

Nothing is forever. They might lasts for a substantial period of your life but they certainly will not be with you until the day you die. That is my definition of forever.


You were born into this world alone. Without anyone by your side. You came to know your parents and then your siblings and then, other members of the family. As you grow up, you meet new people, you got friends. By the time you graduate, you earned a degree and then you got yourself a job. As a young adult, you possessed vibrant health and youth to allow you to go places and do all kinds of stuffs that you wanted to do. When your time comes, you end it alone. You can't bring anything along with you. Basically, what ever yo u do in this life, you do it alone. Think about it.

People leave. That's one thing for sure. By the time you hit mid-life, your friends drifted. Your parents and relatives left. You've changed numerous jobs. Your health takes a toll on you and you no longer be able to lead the life you used to. Yes. You would be married. With children and maybe grandchildren. But as said, people do leave. Where does that leave you in the end?

So, tell me now what is forever? It is the fact of life. Now you see it, now you don't. Or rather, now you have it, now you don't. But I am not too worry about it. The one thing that I've learnt lately, it's about this. To let go. In doing so, I won't be too hard on myself. It is unhealthy to always live in the past. So I've been told. In doing so, you'll miss the present and maybe ruin the future. A little flashback is good enough to improve the present. That's all it takes to get life going.

I am enjoying life at the moment. Allowing it to bring me to where ever it desires. Maybe it's a form of ignorance. But isn't ignorance bliss?

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Tuesday, January 1, 2008

2008

Nothing grand. No mood to usher the new year. No fancy count downs. No special arrangements. Was suppose to have one, I think. No idea what happened to it in the end. Didn't bother to know. So, my eve was spent with a close friend down at a nearby cafe for a drink and some talk. That's it. 2007 has gone. As with all other people, the past year has its ups and downs. More ups than downs la. At least, I would like to keep the sweet memories rather than dwelling on the sour ones.

I wouldn't know what 2008 has in store for me. But already the start has been a gloomy one. Pinkie has tendered her resignation. I don't think I can get over how much I'd be missing her then. I'll post up an entry about it soon. You know me la. I'm the kind that's very into friendship.

Nevertheless, we had a dinner just now. Beginning to be more like a tradition already. Cause we had one last year as well. On the very same day. But there were 3 celebrations this year. To celebrate a birthday. To celebrate the new year. And to celebrate our bonus pay-out. Haha. So, we hung out for quite long at Tony Roma's talking about everything and anything. And as usual, snapping pictures. I can't help feeling that something has changed. Certain people has changed. Yea. I am sad about it. Oh well, what could I possibly do right?

No new year's resolutions this year. Every year also tak de wan la. Just letting things be. I believe in fate lately. If things are meant to be. Then it is meant to be.

Happy 2008! But I don't seem to sound happy huh? Lolz.
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