On Eagles' Wings

"Who, here, believes that there is no such thing as luck?" Two hands were raised. Mine included. "Bulls***!" "There is such a thing as luck." He elaborated. "Let's just say, there is this man, who gets into politics and maintains a high position in a government ministry. He asks his hill-billy contractor cousin to sign a contract worth RM5 million but is planning to charge the client RM7 million. They profit RM2 million from it, and in that instant, the hill-billy guy, is a millionaire." "The guy just happened to rub shoulders with high people. He was just in the right place, at the right time." "If that is not luck, what is it?" My lecturer tells us that in one of our digressions (as usual) from the actual topic. But the thing is, our digressions are always interesting, so we don't mind a bit. Plus, I like this lecturer. Contrary to other times though, I just could not agree with what he said thi

I looked around me. There was nothing but disaster. In my panic, I shouted, "Help! Help!" But it was all in vain. No one could hear my cries now. I was very much on my own. I ran until it felt like my lungs were going to give out. My legs ached. Beads of perspiration formed and trickled down my face, stinging my eyes, obscuring my vision. Oh, no! A dead end. I swerved to my right, panting heavily. I could sense him right behind me; enormous, his footsteps causing a mini earthquake. I kept running, avoiding the overturned pots and pans; fear driving me to push myself to the limit despite every muscle in my body yelling at me to stop. I turned to look at him. He was gaining on me! Snap! I felt a sharp pain in my tail. I looked toward the source of the pain -- it was trapped, caught. Defenseless , I thought. I shivered. I looked up. And there he was; laughing, sinister. He grabbed me by the tail and held me over a large pail of water. He stared me in the

It had been raining that afternoon. The ground was all soggy and had this damp-tar-road smell, and there were wet puddles you had to avoid everywhere. I had to roll the legs of my jeans up, and I could already feel the dampness at the back of my calves due to the unavoidable splashing of dirty water when you walk. I was all wet; my umbrella was dripping water on me when I was not careful enough. Gloomy, sad, frustratingly wet day. *Grumble grumble* Then I saw this: along the road by DECTAR as I was walking back from class. I couldn't help it. I smiled. And took a photo of course. :) How pretty, kan?

Before (Just the night before actually) Yes, people. Seriously. As of 4.47pm, 22nd of February 2009, a Sunday evening, my hair is...............red. Personal hair stylists : 1) May Lee 2) Aileena The equipment : Colour cream, solution-to-mix-dye-with, hair conditioner and plastic gloves. Why? people ask. Why NOT? I answer. Now's the time to experiment, and play around, experience and try out something new. The experience was...interesting to say the least. Fui Na (who lives 3 doors down) mentioned that she heard us screaming "My hair, my HAIR!!!" that afternoon. I denied. It was actually "My hand, my HAND!!" May Lee (who was the one rubbing the dye into my hair) was squealing cos the dye had gotten onto her hands despite the gloves. So she pretty much looked like she'd just murdered someone. Or slaughtered a chicken. Nana's hands were spotted with "blood" from goodness knows which animal now.

Hey, let's camwhore!!! XD May Lee, Chiew Yen and me, obviously bored Posing with erm, poker cards Chiew Yen and I Bu May Lee and I :) Tata and I I'm gonna miss you loads!! CHOIR NITE 2009 Celebrate the Seasons Hotel Equatorial, Bangi 21.2.2009 I decided to wear my blue dress in the end. Was going back and forth between the green dress with a cute white belt, or a more formal blue one for weeks. Phew. Such a difficult decision, I swear. Why don't guys have troubles like these? *grumble grumble* The place was great. Not too big, not too small; just nice. :) kudos to Rachel for securing the location! I mean, it's a 5-star hotel!! Air-conditioned, with plush cushiony seats and a napkin which we all debated if it were for tucking in at the collar, or spreading across the lap. (It's for the lap, fyi) Being part of the committee for Choir Night, it was pretty nerve-wrecking actually, come Saturday evening. Planning it was no easy task

Nahhhhh. Not French-kissing. Not even a French hottie. I meant a French manicure: Courtesy of Ms. Christina Ann Sebastian :) Don't they look awesome??!! XD Next up...................black. :P

Masalah: Suami curang Punca Masalah: :: Isteri tidak tahu mengendalikan rumahtangga (tidak tahu membasuh baju, tidak pandai memasak etc.) :: Isteri tidak tahu mengambil hati suami :: Isteri tidak mengikut kehendak suami :: Isteri suka marah tanpa sebab :: Si Suami tidak mengawal nafsu :: Godaan daripada pihak ketiga Alternatif Penyelesaian Masalah: :: Isteri perlu menjaga rumah dengan baik :: Isteri mesti tahu menjaga hati suami and other similar suggestions, to that effect. I don't know about you, but as a FEMALE, I was extremely offended by this presentation by one of the groups in my Decision-Making class. All 5 of them -- males. No surprise there. Is it just me, or, according to them, 4 out of the 6 main reasons they came up with for philandering, cheating husbands, is because of the WIFE ?? Are you telling me, that when husbands cheat on their wives, their reason is, "My wife nags too much," or "You don't understand! My wif

Watch this video by the Flight of the Conchords. You MUST. If you don't, well. Lick my battery. XD

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh... Oh oh oh... [Verse 1] She's starin' at me, I'm sittin', wonderin' what she's thinkin'. Mmmmm Nobody's talkin', 'Cause talkin' just turns into screamin'. Ohhh... And now as I'm yellin' over her, She's yellin' over me. All that that means Is neither of us is listening, (And what's even worse). That we don't even remember why were fighting. So both of us are mad for... Nothin' (Fighting for). Nothin' (Crying for). Nothin' (Whoahhh). But we won't let it go for Nothin' (No not for) Nothin'. This should be nothin' to a love like what we got. Ohhh, baby... I know sometimes It's gonna rain... But baby, can we make up now 'Cause I can't sleep through the pain (Cant sleep through the pain). [Chorus] Girl, I don't wanna go to bed (Mad at you), And I don't want you to go to bed (Mad at me). No, I don't wann

A young girl was born blind. And she hated herself for it. She hated the fact that she couldn't see what colours there were out in the world, but only heard of it. She hated the fact that she needed to depend on others for everything. She hated the fact that other people treated her differently; they either pitied her, or shied away from her. The only person who treated her kindly was her boyfriend. He guided her everywhere she went. He described to her the colours and beauty and nature that existed in the world that she could only imagine and not see. He taught her to walk without fear, but with confidence. He taught her not to give up, but to keep going. That people like her deserved as much to be loved; that unselfish love such as theirs truly existed. Her boyfriend asked her one day, "Will you marry me?" She was silent. Then she replied, "I will only marry you after I see the world. I can't otherwise. I'm sorry." Her boyfriend smiled a

We waited in anticipation. The nerves were starting to kick in. My heart was pounding. My hands were trembling. Despite the darkness, I had a strange feeling that everyone could see me, shivering like a leaf. I waited. Then came our cue. This is it. It's time. I ran out onto the stage, wondering how I had gotten my feet to work when my mind couldn't. My flowing skirt swished about me noiselessly, making my not-so-graceful movements, look more graceful. My hands tapped the tambourine in time to the music. I didn't think. Couldn't think. Almost paralyzed with fear, I remembered, with a sudden realization, that this wasn't about me. It never was. It was about the story of hope, in God's love. And my role is to do my part to the best of my ability, and trust that God will use us -- our dancing, our acting, our singing -- to touch the hearts of all those people out there. Right now. Looking out into the crowd, I couldn't help but smile now.

It is a dark and stormy night. Okay, it wasn't stormy, but it was certainly dark. Pitch dark. Our story begins in a deep mysterious forest... Rissa and Chua are wandering around in the woods, hopelessly lost. It is so dark they can't even see each other. Rissa feels cold and damp, and she can't stop shivering. Chua is leading the way, but he doesn't seem to know where he is heading. "Rissa, hurry up! It's getting darker by the minute!" Chua urges Rissa. "Chua...Where are we? Are we lost? I'm scared..." Rissa whines. "Well, hurry up then," Chua walks ahead. There's a movement in the bushes behind her, and Rissa lets out a small scream. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can hear it in her ears, louder than any drum. She whirls around. "What was that sound? What was that??", she backs away, trembling. A long, eery howl is heard in the distance. But strangely, it seems to be coming closer, whatev