Living my life to the fullest was what I did for the past few weeks, filled with activities of excitement and enjoyment, until I forgot to update my beloved blog.

TKD DEMO

The day started with my Taekwondo demonstration for Care Fair. We
were actually frying our legs.

QUIKSILVER AND ROXY SPREE

Quiksikver and Roxy annual 50% sales at Jalan Bukit Bintang, where we have a friend whose sister worked there before. And so, we got the pass to shop there that night. We were busy shoppin in there til we forgot to take any pics, however, we took a descent dinner pic.

2006 INTERCLUB CHAMPIONSHIP

Interclub Championship just passed too, and training was part of the reason why i did not update my blog for so long. And i would like to take this opportunity to thank my sir and also my teammates, for I really had a great time during training. I really enjoyed it.

MERRY X'MAS

As Christmas is around the corner, back here in Cyberjaya, we had hell lots of laughter. It was the night when we were all busy doing assignments, and here come my hsemate as the angel and her friends singing for us.

And last night we had our Christmas pre-celebration...the cameraman din took the overall pic of what we ate and we forgot to take the pic of the 'tang yuen'. haiz...But, Mr Bernard did something creative again...

Preparation

Feast Time

Chill-Out!!!

I LOVE U.....

U LOVE ME...

WE ARE HAPPY GAY FAMILY!!!

3 CREATIVE WAY OF WEARING A SCARF

The end of the battle against the misleading '0's and '1's came, with us holding the victorious status. To celebrate, my comrads and I marched proudly to a mamak stall that is located 15 minutes away from our bootcamp.

It's a long long road.... That day was extraordinarily short, though. Having a joker for the day among us was really different, making us occupied with laughters with tears.
Pic: Here we go marching in...


As for everyone to remember this victorious moment, photos are always essential. Maybe it is due to the craziness that is implanted in us since alpha year, we continued with our laughter journey at the mamak stall.

The Comrads

From right: Robin, Ah Guan, Yeong Shen, Hui Yi, Janice, Yukiat, Yar Ling, Geraldine(the one showing half of her head only), May, Bernard, Me, Rommel and Alvin as the cameraman.

We were actually busy talking and laughing until Bernard did something very bad to his glass of 'Teh Ais' and something very creative to my plate.

Bernard, that is sex harrassment to the Teh Ais glass, ok? Don't do it in public la... I am sitting beside you, I feel so damn embarrased la...

Right: Bernard kissing glass

Left: Bernard's drawing using curry.

And this was another crazy but creative act done by Bernard.First of all, he dipped my spoon into the curry that I never touch for the whole night. Then, slowly he let the curry drip from the spoon by holding it at a vertical position. Next, my name appeared and lucky the curry was not those kind of bloody red colour.

Good job, Bernard, keep it up...I know your creativity comes from your curiosity.

There were more crazy things that we did that night, sadly, we don't have enough time to record all these laughters and jokes into pictures. But I believe that everyone enjoyed that night.

With time flying at the speed of light, my 2nd semester in MMU Cyberjaya had reached its half. This semester is a short semester, where we have to stuff so many things into our complicated brain in just 8 weeks. And now, here am I in the 4th week.

This week is the busiest week for this semester. I wonder how come I am still updating my blog here. Let's have a look at my schedule for this week...

Mon: Electronics Lab(this is the most stressful lab of all labs)

Tues: Taekwondo training and study

Wed: Digital Logic Lab(still quite stressful) and Digital Logic midterm test

Thurs: Taekwondo training and assignments

Fri: See academic advisor, study for Electronics midterm test and assignments

Sat: Poomsae training, study and assignments again...

God bless me...please....let me do well in my digital logic midterm test and please....give me the strength and guidance to go through such ordeal....

However, I am actually looking forward to this weekend because my relative came back from Australia for holidays and will be having fun with her again. Yay.....

Looking at people around me starting to fall into the game of love, it is really time to look back into my own perspective of love. Perhaps I am not willing to get involved in it, or is it that I don’t dare to. I really don’t know…

Love is just so subjective. It depends on how one look at it. Some will think that it is a must in life. Some may take it as supplementary nutrients in life. Some will take it as a kind of indulgence.

To me, love is like some decoration accessories for our life, as to make it more colorful and more memorable. Imagine, you had a Christmas party with a huge Christmas tree, having variation of decoration accessories. The variation of colors symbolizes the variety of emotions and actions that love can bring to one’s life. It is these emotions and actions that make one’s life more memorable.

Depending on what kind of love we are talking about here. Of course, in this case we are talking about opposite sex relationships. While in this case, I can say that one can either live with or without it.

With love, life will be more wonderful and meaningful. It is the memories, also, some precious experience and lessons you have learnt between you and your partner that can be cherished for a life long. Isn’t it sweet to have all these memories dancing merrily in one’s mind when white strands of hair start to appear among the ‘black forest’ of hair?

Without love, one will miss out a lot of unpredictable things in life. Then, there will be no more roller coaster ride in one’s life. Don’t you folks think that it is boring? Don’t you folks think that it is a waste to let life end without trying different ‘emotions’?

I got an equation that was derived by one of my friend when we were chatting. It is as follow:

love = pain = hurt = happiness = stress = pressure

I do agree with it that love is equivalent to each and every adjective and nouns included in the equation above.

People tend to fear those negative ones for the equation really gives one a very insecure impression. No doubt, the game of love is just like a trap, one will have to go through each and every emotion (maybe more than that).

It is all about handling the situation in the game of love. Irrational actions might be useful in here. Unlike solving arithmetic and logic operations, emotions will be involved when handling love. As for me, I choose to mute and escape from it, which makes me unattached to anyone and makes me feel free all the time. Folks, what about you?

'Knock knock....knock knock knock knock.'

This was what i heard this early morning when i was about to doze off into my wonderful dreamland.

I did not expect it to happen so soon. Why God must do this to her? Why God must take her away?

The knock on the door was my housemate informing me that sister of one of our coursemate had passed away around 3a.m. 23/11/06. She was just a 13 year old girl who is not given the chance to enjoy teenage life. Last 2 months, she was diagnosed with limphatic cancer. Admitted into hospital not more than 3 weeks, now there she goes, leaving this unpredictable world.

Incidents that rarely happen among people around me are occuring cases by cases now. This incident really made me speechless. I was dumb struck at that moment. Everything seems to chill at its position. There was nothing i can hear, nothing i can see, nothing i can analyse.

Why those who deserve to live have to lose the right to enjoy life and live their life to the fullest?

Tears,
rebelliously rolled down the cliff of my eyes,
causing heavy rain upon my cheeks.

Tears,
I let out for someone special,
causing me to fall harder and even harder.

Tears,
I hold on to it as long as possible,
causing me to feel extreme sorrow.

Tears,
I never show in front of the special someone,
causing misunderstandings about me.

Tears,
I will show when it is time,
causing my heart to feel lighter.

Tears,
I can't show when escaping,
causing me to be a coward.

Tears,
I can't fight,
causing me to be weak.

Tears,
show it's significance,
in my life,
filled with happy and sad moments,
that will be cherished for all my life...

For the past 2 weeks, I accomplished a few missions that had been delayed since i finish my high school years. I was quite contented with it, though...

However, bad and complicated things happen when we least expect them. It just happened and it happens just when you are having fun and enjoying. This is really an ironic world. Or should i say that God is fair, giving us the chance to appreciate the good and bad things that are happening to us.

Maybe it is time to focus and let go the incidents that caused pain and sorrow,

Maybe it is time to face it and let go some mission that is impossible,

Maybe it is time to accept and let go the hope that is unreachable,

Sadly, i will not let go unless time is running out,

'Regret' will be the last word i wanna say after I let it go.

Just like the river, let it flow but not let it go...

Say bye to last semester and welcome this new semester with open arms!!!!

Saying bye here does not mean forgetting about everything in the past semester. Having a review on my results, i think i did not put in enough effort, of course, the environment in my place here was not that condusive with my blue bed waiting for me.

Since this is the second semester I am here in Multimedia University, Cyberjaya, things that turned out to be awful last semester became something normal and natural to me now. Kind of got use to it, which is good news to me. At least, i manage to keep my eyes wide open during classes, no doubt my mind still likes to fly around somewhere sometimes...

And i can see that it is still up to my own determination. So, strive for your best always, pals...

Happy Deepavali, guys...

With my stomach filled with curry and pizzas, I am now sitting in front of my laptop, updating my blog, reading other people's blogs, and also chatting with my friends(which is a must for me.hehe...).

When I was browsing my MSN messenger contacts list just now, i found a contact that was 'hibernating' for a long long time in my contacts list, and i had never chat with the person on the other end of that contact.Later, i got a glimpse of a link, which is a blog written by him/her.

Of course, my curiosity just gave me the boost to read the blog.Happy and contented I was after reading the blog.So, this blog was written by a girl, which is a law student in my university(but different campus).Reading through most of her posts, I was really fascinated by her words and sentences.Not only that, her general knowledge is far more wider than teenagers nowadays.(Gal, I salute you.)

Besides, now I can really see the big contrast between a nerdy engineer and a talkative lawyer.(Haha...guys out there, don't feel offended, just the typical description for engineers and lawyers.)

Next, I sent my after thoughts to her through MSN messenger. From there and then, we started chatting and we reintroduced ourselves. I am very grateful for that blog of hers gave me the courage to chat with her. Thanks a lot.

By the way, this is her blog:
www.speakingfinger.blogspot.com
Go check it out!!!

'One last chance'. Why is this phrase still roaming around in the streets of my mind?

Last night, i was reading a copy of Reader's Digest that i bought the other day. It was an enjoyable journey throughout, not untill i came across an article with the title 'One last chance'.

She was just a little girl, at a delicate age of 8. Why god would want her to go through such ordeal? Tumours were growing with acceleration in her brain, causing her to see double images. The situation worsen when tumours start to attack her spinal chord causing her to have breathing difficulties and being paralysed.

All these complications were caused by her birth deffect, where she shorts of certain white blood cells to fight certain viruses. As a result, she is very vulnerable to viruses. And it is at this moment, that the EBV(Epstein-Barr Virus) started to run wild in her blood, triggering tumours as there are no defence against them.

She was lucky that her doctor and parents were determinant to continue battling the tumours with her. Her doctor changed the approach of the treatment,since chemotherapy was ruining the functionality of her organs, rather than kiling the tumours, they attacked the EBV, using the T-cell therapy.

Using this therapy, the killer cells are infused into her blood system. After two heavy infusions, there were no signs of recovery. The doctor decided to give her the third one, warning the parents for any false hope. It was the last night, nurses turned off the flickering and beeping monitors.

'It'll be a couple of hours at most', these words was given to the parents by the nurse. The nurse even said to the mother that they can wash her up and change her into new clothes before she 'goes'. It is such a disaster to happen during Christmas.

However, the nurse was wrong. She was fighting through all night, she pulled off that night. Her small and skinny body was calmer. Next, the doctor came. All monitors were changed as to make sure that they were not malfunctioning.

Opening her eyes after 60 days of coma, was really the best Christmas gift that their parents received from Santa Claus. When she recover slowly, she was assigned to a bone marrow transplant, having her youngest brother's bone marrow as the perfect match. Ironically, the youngest brother had the same birth deffect she had. It was lucky that he is not attacked by EBV yet and he will undergo immunotherapy when he grows older.

This story made me strongly believe that miracles do happen. As long as you pray hard, god is always by your side. Having one to go through such ordeal sounds cruel, but it is these stories that make people believe.

Story adopted from Reader's Digest

Last 2 weeks, I had a life that I had never been through for being a student for 16 years. Stress was coming freely on its way, without considering the load that I can take, making my eyes wide awake every hour of the day and my stomach resist all the things inserted to it. It was just so empty…

As to make my life more meaningful, I had hell lot of plans for my holidays which had started last Thursday (for my last paper was on that day). In my mind, I had the overall, rough planning about the activities. Here is how it goes:

Exercise – Jogging, fitness training, kicks and movements of Taekwondo, demonstration skills.

Piano – practice more, do research on certain composers, improvise songs.

Reading – read more magazines and newspapers.

Cooking – try out new recipes, cook healthy meals for family.

Sounds cool, right? However, I had successfully achieved one only, while the others are just for decoration and to make myself think that I am very busy.

I just can’t pull myself out of bed for these few mornings; I wish I could stay in bed longer for I had not enough sleep and rest for the past semester. The biggest problem now is that I have more input than output, where I’ll snack a lot and exercise very little. All the exercise I have is just during my taekwondo training sessions. How on earth am I going to be fit enough to get back into the ring to fight?

Next, will be my piano. I chose a number of songs, which are meant for research and also to expand my repertoire. Song improvisation is more for entertainment purpose, letting me play the piano but not playing classical music. That would be a very fun and experimental thingy. Still, it is not fully achieved yet for I am not at home always.

Picking up reading as part of my holiday activity is quite appropriate. Somehow, I don’t feel like reading fiction for the time being (maybe I will when I am fully settle down for my holidays). I was in the book store with my mum the other day; I picked up a magazine which is full of Chinese words. That magazine dragged me down the drain, causing me to stop reading. Against all odds, I was smart enough to get another two copies of Readers’ Digest, and I am going to start with it later.

Of course, other than personal hobbies, I enjoyed being in the kitchen with my lovely mum, trying out new recipes of our own creation. Although it may not be as delicious as we imagined but we indulge ourselves in the process. Avoidance of oily and salty food is a must in our recipe, for we want a healthy diet.

All in all, I am really happy that I can stay home alone when my parents are out to work and my brother off to school, for I can spend all the time I have doing the things I want to do. When my family members are back, it will be time to chill out with them, gaining some knowledge out of our small but meaningful conversation.

Stupidity and emotions took over me last night. The magma in my mind boiling at more than 100C. The cells of ignorance just halted their production minutes ago. What is wrong with me? Can’t I just ignore and let it be?

In fact, it was not so good since the night before. I was glued to the television for it was live telecast of the women’s single finals of Badminton World Championship which was held in Madrid. At that same moment, there came a guest. As normal, my parents chit chatted with them, however, all of a sudden I heard shouts and foul language. Next, a big bang which sounds like the sound of the main gate. Then, a lorry drove away in a very rough manner. I was quite blur at that moment, after that I off the television and slipped back into my younger brother’s room, trying to ignore anything that happened.

Being happy that everything was over by the next day, I decided to have a long nap, just to pamper myself and boost myself up to study. Things did not end with my peaceful nap. Two cars collided at the junction of my house due to the recklessness of a youngster. I was quite annoyed. (Imagine half way through your peaceful little nap, someone scared you up.)

That night itself the tragedy happened again (which can be considered as the after-effect of the two incidents above). I started the ‘engine’ again. I was overwhelmed by those harsh words till I did not even think of the consequences before igniting the ‘engine’. I regretted so much. I was in tears. I hate myself for being as reckless as the driver. With guilt n dread, I tried to fix the ‘engine’ back into pieces as a way of saying “Sorry…” It did not work out though. I could not imagine how it would be without my ‘master’ with me.

I really love this ‘engine’. I really do. He does not know how to express himself well, I can understand. I did not mean to hurt him for the second time. It was just an act of stupidity. Sorry…

Da casualty in d Engineering Maths Test 2 Crisis was devastating. It was yday afternoon. I was walkin up d stairs of The Faculty of Engineering Building with heavy footsteps, doubtful 2 check my results for i know that i'l cry if i fail this test.

I was lucky enuf dat i din fail. Lookin at d bright me, it was sad too 2 c sum of my frens who din get 2 pass. N this bring my mind bak 2 d day we took d test. Da whole bunch of us decided 2 sit at d last row of d exam hall, i was cool with it not until i found dat my fren's were cheatin in d exam. I dun mean 2 point fingers towards any1 out there.I admit that i did supply answers 2 them, which i felt dat it was reli so stupid of me.

Thn lookin at d results, i found dat those who din reli study got better results than those who put in dozens n dozens of effort.Y must it be so unfair?Mayb folks out there will say dat it's up 2 d studyin style of individuals, wether they study hard o smart. But i knw dat sum of those who got gd results take things 4 granted, n i reli hope dat they wil look bak n tink bout it. Is it ur true result? Not 2 say dat u r sorry 4 others, r u sorry 4 urself? What r d consequences of doin so?

Remember, there r certain things dat u hv 2 pay n sacrifice in order 2 hit d target. It's not mere luck. Ur lucky star won't b shining bright 4 long if u stay on with dis attitude.

Da moment of 'excitement' arrives, increasing the produciton rate of hormones namely 'nervous' n 'panic'. Why do we hv 2 face examinations? Dis make me tink d purpose of studyin so hard. For education? For results?

Finals are around d corner already, however, d atmosphere is way too different from malacca.I can sense d urgency of it. Ironically, my muscles are not movin, not willing 2 reach 4 my notes. I feel damn guilty for this.

"Come on, irene!", d phrase keep on comin, too bad ruined by d devil inside me."Nvm Irene!u stil hv plenty of time!", dis was wat it says.

Studyin in Malacca n Cyberjaya is reli different. The intensity is at a different level. Of coz, the stability of mood is oso at a different level. Thinkin logically, it's stil up 2 myself, all i can do is 2 force myself 2 study n revise. I know dis sounds like torturing myself, doin d things dat i dun like. I jz hv 2 find fun out of studyin n revisin.

Folks, hv any remedies 4 laziness?

Yee...ha! Finally i'm usin this 2 blog rather than usin friendster. Honestly, it had been long long time ago since i've updated my blog in friendster. That's y i decided to create a new blog here.This, i hv 2 thank all table 6 member too, for they r d ones who kept on buggin on me, askin me 2 start a new blog here.Thanks guys...

Folks out there, my language may not be superb or fancy enuf...but i'l try my best 2 express myself here.hehe...

This is an introductory only...In future, there'l b a lot of blogs decribing my life here in Cyberjaya n sum special events happenin around me.Table 6 members...let's keep in touch in dis way although we can't meet up everytime.