Reason Why - Rachael Yamagata

Reason Why - Rachael Yamagata


I think about how
it might have been
We'd spend our days travelin'
It's not that I don't understand you
It's not that I don't want to be with you
but you only wanted me
The way you wanted me

So I will head out alone,
and hope for the best
We can hang our heads down
as we skip the goodbyes
and you can tell the world what you want them to hear
I've got nothing left to lose, my dear
So, I'm up for the little white lies
But you and I
know the reason why

I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there

I'll buy a magazine searching for your face
From coast to coast, or whatever I find my place
I'll track you on the radio
and I'll sign your list in a different name
But as close as I get to you
It's not the same

So, I will head out alone
and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
we can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I
know the reason why

I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there
I'm gone, and you're still there

So, steal the show, and do your best
to cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well,
and hope you find
whatever you're looking for
The way I might've changed my mind
but you only showed me the door

so I will, head out alone
hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
and say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
we can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I
You and I...
You and I...

know the Reason Why

Dreams...

When I was in secondary school, I tried to imagine myself in the future. I imagined myself working in an office, with people that motivated me to strive for the best, in a real job that makes a difference to lives. I have always believed that we should work for something that we believe in.
It's not enough to simply be good at what you do, we have to be good for something.
Coz if we don't believe in what we are doing, then whatever work we do becomes useless and irrelevant. The trick is to start finding out ways in liking the work that we do (that is if changing jobs is not a feasible option)

A decade later, I am quite happy to say that I have found a job that I believe in (even if people may think otherwise haha...)
Life has been great so far and I look forward to achieving new goals and learning new skills I never knew I had.
Life is all about choices and I choose to see opportunities where others see obstacles.

Only pity is that cameras are not allowed in my workplace which means a significant lack of pictures for this blogspace.
(This is especially saddening when I have biscuit snacks in the office named 'best tambons' that I cannot get a picture of!)

The Wheel of Life...

Life is a funny little thing.
I like to imagine it as this big giant Ferris Wheel that all of us are on.
Sometimes you're up high and sometimes you're down low.
When at the bottom, we take comfort in knowing that things will look up soon.
Conversely when at the top, we should not become proud and get too comfortable,
coz we may fall down at any time.

I realised that as we get older,
I see and learn much more about this wheel of life as we go along.
I've seen people meeting, people leaving,
people getting together, people breaking up,
people living their dreams, people dying.
Every ending is the start of something new,
since every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end,
just that we may not know it yet.

But throughout it all, what matters most are the people beside you.
Those who have been sitting along side on the same ride all this time.
Afterall, life would be much less fun and way more lonely if you don't have people to ride out the lows and enjoy the highs with.
What joy is there in being on top alone and having to face sorrows by one's self?


For that I wanna thank all those people who have taken that ferris ride with me at one point or another. Thank you my fellow riders! haha...
You have made my life a much more enjoyable ride to be on because of you.
For those who may be at a low point in their lives, don't worry,
the wheel will turn soon and things will look up once more.
Remember, you are not alone and that you still have people like me in that ferris carriage with you to give you all the support you need ok! Jiayou!













If Heaven and Hell decide

That they both are satisfied

Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you

When your soul embarks

Then I'll follow you into the dark

Then I'll follow you into the dark







"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."

- 1 Cor 13:13

Have a Heart...

A youtube music video that I happened to come across late in the night that gave me jitters coz she is really that good... Another one with a song that sends pangs straight to the heart man.. Listen for yourself...





Anna Bergendahl performs "Have a Heart"on Swedish Idol.
Can you believe she's only 16 years old?

Once again, the answer boils down to a four letter word.

The Perfect Heart

Author:Unknown

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.







Have you ever given a piece of your heart away?

Moments...

As the clock ticks noisily and the moments pass without a glance backwards, my mind wanders through a myriad of events. Past and present encounters flash pass the cinematic screen of my mind’s eye. I got to thinking about the topic of pivotal moments. Landmark events, life-changing scenes or crucial pit-stops in our lives that happened to turn our whole world around. That particular instance which steered us in a direction that would have been totally different if it had never occur.

Mainly, I was musing over the exact moment in relationships, be it friendships or love that sealed the deal. What was the drop that tipped over the barrel of water? When was the instant that it happened? The moment when you decide, “Yes! This is it. This is the brick that seals the foundation of our friendship. This is the reason why I’m entrusting my heart to this person, whole and completely.”

And after that particular moment in time when all seems to stop and revolve around that significant event, your relationship has not looked back since.

I’ve come to realize that I have had and heard about a few of these moments...

The moment when no words are exchanged in a time of grief and painful memories, only to have someone who cries silently beside you coz that is the only comfort he knows and the only thing you need.

To hear the words uttered in love that your heart knew but forgot.

To have someone whom you have been thinking about all day suddenly and miraculously appear before you at the most unexpected time and place.
Like a bus stop.

To feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to meet the grinning face of someone you have been worrying about for the longest time.

The moment when you open the mailbox to discover a love letter sent from afar, together with a present made perfect in its imperfection just because it was delivered with love.

To have someone who not only stands by you when the rest walk away, but who also stands up against them and defends you in a time when you have no friends.

Small things that make a whole lotta of difference. It seems that the simple things are also the most profound. Maybe because when loving gestures, serendipity and fierce loyalty are concocted together into a potent mix, they cease to be mere things or coincidences.

They become the catalyst for souls to reach out and touch one another,

even if it is just for that moment.

The Road Less Travelled...

It has come to a point in time when there is an opportunity of choice.
A sudden plethora of paths to choose from,
multiple layers of tracks that lead to very different destinations.
Some seem broad and straight, while others are narrow and lead off to the dark unknown.
What they all share is this ambiguious quality, of a kind of distortion,
that you cannot be quite sure what it really is until you take it.

Narrow or Straight? That is the question.




“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

-Robert Frost


Sometimes I think I just need to do what is in my heart instead of what is in my head.
And I do hope it makes all the difference.

Something's missing...oh yah it's you and you and you!

Just a short note here from London to whoever might be reading this. I miss you all! Haha..just went through a couple of blogs and facebook pictures just reminded me of that void I've been feeling. Then I realised it's coz I'm missing all you people back in Singapore after being away for so long! Oh man, the things I've encountered. (From almost having to spend the night sleeping at the train station coz I got locked out to having to use a plug out in the hotel corridor to boil water coz the bleddy room doesn't have a socket!) Long stories. Can't wait to spill it all out to you guys once I get back. Until then, don't do finish all the fun stuff without me ah!

See you soon when I get back on the 19th june.

Shivering in the kitchen,

Me

Ever since the last day of school...

in case you have been wondering what I have been up to,


I have been...




taking the time to just admire the seasonal changes,
as the trees turn from green to yellow and crimson.

Standing there in the middle of the windswept road laden with fallen autumn leaves,
just breathing and absorbing the nice weather of Melbourne.




exercising. (well, almost something like that!)

Doing star jumps just for the fun of it at the beach with a friend.





smelling the grass. taking a nap. just lying there for the moment at the park.




playing with kangaroos and getting back with nature. haha.




feeding the birds by the waterside.

Enjoying the harbour and the silhouettes of yachts' narrow sails against the Sydney city skyline.

Sipping a cappuccino while watching people waddle by.



lastly, just sitting still and reflecting,
gazing at the beautiful scene as the sun dips behind the urban icons of the city.

That, to me is what life is all about anyway.
Though reality has something else in store for me.

“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”

- Paulo Coelho

The Middle

Just got to listen to this classic song of my secondary school days again...
Love the lyrics, it never fails to encourage me.




The Middle- Jimmy Eat World

Hey,
Don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out,
Or looked down on.
Just try your best,
Try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves
When you're away.


It just takes some time,
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything, everything will be just fine,
Everything, everything will be alright. (alright)

Hey,
You know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own, (on your own)
So don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough (good enough)
For someone else.



Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out, (feel left out)
Or looked down on.
Just do your best, (just do your best)
Do everything you can. (do everything you can)
And don't you worry what their bitter hearts (bitter hearts)
Are gonna say.

It just takes some time,
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything, everything will be just fine,
Everything, everything will be alright. (alright)

Self Reminder

In the midst of studying and trying to memorize all the facts about Singapore's geology, lithology and rock forms... I seem to have forgotten the Rock of my life.

Time to come back to relying on that ever faithful and reliable source of support man...

With me all seems impossible, but with Him everything is possible!

Jiayou to everyone stuck in this exam rut!



I'm gonna blow that horn for help righttt about nooow....

The Finishing Line...

1,2,3,4 years of uni.......going going gone.

It's almost coming to an end. I've been so busy enjoying myself that I've forgotten there's a finishing line to end all of this. That we are all in a cap race where most of us have started strolling to admire the scenery. Haha...someone told me that the funniest people also tend to be the most emo people. Well today as I'm writing my very last essay, my very last assignment in 16 years,
a flood of feelings are washing over me.

I hope that those who started this race with me will finish it together with me.
And as we walk pass that finishing line,
we'll continue walking beside each other
not as classmates anymore, but as lifelong friends.

Who's with me?






P.S: yo Lcc you Tissuepaper! if ur reading this pls give me an sms! I need to see that you are alive!

Just for entertainment...

Okie... I have been contemplating for a while now on whether I should post this here. It has a high potential of wiping away whatever scrap of reputation I have left and may probably make some view me in a different light. I'd like to make clear I'm still the same as before, maybe just more misunderstood than ever. (Haha... oh well, whatever makes people happy.)

聪明的人喜欢猜心，

虽然会猜对

但往往失去 自己的心。

傻气的人常常给心，

虽然被人笑

但却得到了 别人的心。

I guess I don't mind sacrificing a bit and be a joke,
if it lets someone smile for a while.


This is for all those who have just completed long strenuous essays (HTs/Isms), or those who are still in the midst of more work, whoever who may be in a need to de-stress or something to laugh at...







Presenting Clarissa's classic (mis)qoutes!............................

Mulu, Sarawak fieldtrip

(As the class was taking a break, we were waiting for two of my project mates who went with the guides to find the intersecting point where the rivers meet, so that we could test the geochemistry of the waters with a multi-channel probe. The two of them (Ms S and Mr Hy) came back a while later, looking slightly flustered with all the rushing of things)

Me to them: So did you find the part that joins?

Turns to Mr Hy: Did you manage to put that (stick ie. probe) thing in?

Geolab

(I wanted to transfer some photo files from my friend’s laptop)

Me to Ms J: Can I stick my thumb in your drive?

Ms E: I also want!

Me: With so many stuck inside, will become congested a not?

At the bookstore, Popular

(I was searching for a replacement eraser since I lost mine and happen to come across a box of the type of erasers recommended by my brother）

Me: Ooooh…my brother uses this type of rubber coz 比较好插!

At Din Tai Feng

(While eating a delicious xiaolongbao, the juice of that bun shoots out of the spoon…)

Me: Arrgghh…it squirted wrongly!

Cue stunned silence.

Me (being oblivious and irritated): I should have put the whole thing in my mouth!

Later……as I began to tackle the larger size shrimp dumpling…

Mr H: So are you gonna try to put the whole thing in your mouth this time?

Me: Cannot lah…it’s too big!

The next time you see me in class, I'll most probably be wearing a mask and not answer your call. But considering that tomorrow is the last geog lecture of my life, the odds are on my side that I wouldn't have to put a paper bag over my head for too long..ahah~!




P.S: See evil-tofu, my chinese can be power also too!

P.P.S: For people who don't get the jokes, it's okay... it's actually better this way!

Differences...

What happens when you find someone or something in someone that is so different from you that you just find it difficult/ impossible to accept?


How do you cope with it?
Do you avoid? Reject completely? Fake being nice while secretly cursing and be like what someone told me, "smile nicely outside and die bitterly inside"?
Haha...



Maybe if we just bothered to bend down our heads and take time to get to know others who we deem to belong to another "species", we may actually achieve a level of understanding, then tolerance, and over time... acceptance?

Pure acceptance is not tolerance.
If we accepted it, than there's nothing to tolerate in the first place!

I guess tolerance is not condoning what we don't like but still accepting the person for who he/she is. Not liking what we see but still treating the other person as a person.
Easier said than done but we still need to try.
Who knows, if everybody tried than we can all be like that nickelback song:

If everyone cared and nobody cried

If everyone loved and nobody lied

If everyone shared and swallowed their pride

Then we'd see the day that nobody died












That will be the day when we are

"Acknowledging differences, accepting differences,
until differences make no difference anymore."



*pardon me coz I just completed a philosophy paper on tolerance that drove me into ponder-mode*

When Hunger strikes...

After spending the earlier part of the day working, I had a sudden urge for spaghetti and so in a spur of a moment, I decided to whip up a pan of that Italian pasta for my hungry tummy. Gosh! Thinking back, it must have been ages since I last cook that stuff.
(A quick scan through my previous blog posts revealed that the last mention of me cooking was almost 2 years ago in 2006! *audible gasps!*)



I recommend this 'Thai Sing' brand of Chilli Crab sauce for anyone interested in whipping up a killer treat. Just a few spoonfuls of this paste is enough to give any pasta a fiery kick..shiok!


And so after managing to scoff down that entire pan of pasta, (I can't believe I was that hungry!) my mind was somehow afloat with more images of food that I have tasted and eaten over the years. What can I say, once a foodie, always a foodie. It's a natural past time for Singaporeans.
Anyway I made a list of the best food experiences I have had so far.
If given a chance I want to do it all over again!
These are:





Paper Steamboat at Sakae Sushi. Four greedy souls picking away at that pot of nabe and slurping til the last drop of soup is gone. What made it better still was that it was freee!



Pretty cupcakes at Paisley & Cream, Clark Quay Central.
$5 for a cupcake and hot drink set with a river view and good company, what's there not to like!



Beef Goulash at Soup Spoon. The soup that I always order when I'm there.
Mr HJJ seems to be particularly enamoured by this dish as well though my new love there now is actually the 'Garlic Buttons'. (Breaded button mushrooms stuffed with mozzarella cheese dipped in garlic butter...*drools*)




Currywurst in Berlin. Costing only 1 Euro (S$2), a long sausage sliced into pieces with lots of curry powder, ketchup and red sauce, served piping hot in the cold winter weather.
The Ultimate heart warmer.



Tiramisu in Munich. A huge block of that dessert soaked in good espresso and spiked with lots of alcoholic rum. Yum!



Gyros in Greece. Ten times better than the expensive and dry kebabs we have in Singapore and also twice as cheap. Fresh garden vegetables of tomatoes, purple onions, crunchy lettuce paired with soft tender juicy kebab meat with a slathering of mayo all wrapped up in a Gyro.
Plus....
The Greek guy serving them was also quite hunky like the meat!
See picture below...heeheehee...



Okie that's all for now..time for dinner!

GE4000: Living in the Geography Department

A Random sample mapping of a day in my present life...

9am: Wake up, spend a few minutes recollecting what I have to do.
10am: Make way to school
11am: Arrive at Geography Honours Room, grunt greetings to fellow inhabitants
12pm: Geography Honours Room, mulling around some project or another
1pm: Lunch at the deck canteen
2pm: Back at Geography Honours Room
2.15pm: Leave to pee
2.45pm: Leave to throw rubbish
3pm: Engage in some part-time work as a photocopying pirate
4pm: Geography Honours Room, continue with 10% project discussion, 30% random fits of laughter and 60% irrelevant conversation
6.30pm: Cue audible ramblings of hungry classmate(s)'s stomach
7pm: Dinner at (insert faculty) canteen
7.45pm: Geography Honours Room to collect bags
8pm: Colonialization of yet another geographical space..the Geolab!
10pm: Make way home.
12mn: At home to blog this down.




I am officially grounded in Geography.














But surprisingly, I quite enjoy it. If given the same scenario in the time context of a few years back when I was in Year 2/3, I know i would have cursed and swear and dread every minute of it.
But not now.
Perhaps it's in knowing that these really are the last days of school that I will ever have. Perhaps it's in the gradual appreciation of the academic vigour, the intellectual stimulating debates and all the thought-provoking theories that the school offers.
More importantly, perhaps it's the sudden realization of how much I will miss the places which we can call our own, the people who are a big part of it and the friendships that have been forged through torture and laughter, sickness and health, life and death, rivers and batshit.

As the saying goes, it's the little things that count the most.

-- All the long late nights we spent in school trying to complete assignments. Just knowing that we are all in it together is comfort and a reassurance in itself. An unspoken form of support.

-- Getting tickled into peals of laughter by the atrocious misuse of the English language, both written and spoken! "Chek JaVa", "Alway", "LaBtop", and a classic line
"My friend can't eat, coz she's Halal!"
(you know who you are. wahaha! *jingles-in-glee*:P)

-- More laughter at said person's antics and expressions.

-- Even more side-splitting-stomach-pain-laugh-til-speechless when while trying to mimic said person's sighing expression, a sushi pops out of the mouth like a merlion fountain from fellow laugh-er!

-- Laughing. Laughing at people. Being laughed at By people.

-- Mass communal dinners.

-- Finding the unexpected connection with another person through a common (dis)interest. Be it music, religion, food, hobby, people, etc...

-- Holding a msn conversation with the person(s) who is sitting right beside/in front of you!
(Funnier still if we are all complaining about the people who are in the same room !)

-- Coming up with funny nicknames for classmates and then checking dictionary.com for the various translations!

-- Taking silly photos all over school

-- Making silly videos while dancing on a wobbly concrete slab of pavement, only to find out later that we were facing the open window of a room full of people attending a tutorial right beside us!

-- Seeing familiar friendly faces when stepping into class and

-- Being greeted with an over-enthusiastic, over-the-top, loud-hailer shout of
"Hi Clarissaaaaaaaaaaaaa..!!"
(The same zealous greeting person also accuses me of being a stalker when in fact, I'm like jack beside her towering bean-STALk lah! When we first met, I was effectively talking to a chest bone which probably explains why I didn't get any response nor acknowledgement of my presence. *haha.. I'm so gona be whacked if she saw this but luckily I don't think she reads my blog* heng!)

There are many many more...all the little stories and encounters etched into the pages of my memory. I wonder how many of these lines of friendship and bonds will remain unbroken after graduation.
Guess only time can tell.

Venting/ Venn-ing

Sometimes, I just feel so caught in the middle.

Sunset

Nus Computer Centre

Started off the day in a crappy mood.
Lack of sleep, looming deadlines, a gamut of emotions and politics to navigate through.
Mental curses rang in my head the whole day.
A million and one things gone wrong.
Just as I was stepping out to head home after a long dreary day,

a sunset exploded in my face with its beauty and fiery orange glows illuminating the sky.

Guess it's God's way of telling me He's still there. :)

Horton

"A Person is Still a Person, No Matter How Small."

Just went to watch this movie today. It reaffirmed my love for Dr Seuss and his stories once again. Lots of laughs, bright colours and a whimsical riot of characters. Absolute fun with a moral to take home in the end. I really think that sometimes children's books are the ones which give the most thought-provoking philosophical questions and answers packaged in the most simplest way.

Take for an instance the moral of the story, Horton. The quote about
"A person is still a person, no matter how small." just speaks to me on so many levels. Literally, Figuratively and also in direct Chinese translation! (haha..if you're not sure why, just ask me personally)
Everyone matters, anybody can make a difference. (if they want to)

No matter how small (size/status/age/mandarin translation) a person is,
he/she is still a person and so should be treated fairly as one.

Two Sheep

Yesterday’s sermon told the story of two sheep. Since the sermon was in chinese, I shall attempt to do a translation in my own words...haha.

The Story of BaaBaa the black sheep and BaiBai the white sheep.

One day, BaaBaa met BaiBai and a conversation started.

From the start, BaaBaa started to boast:

“Hello Ah Bai! Long time no see. You know, I have been enjoying myself to the fullest and life is the best! Every day, I can go to the stream nearby for a refreshing drink of clear water early in the morning. Then, I get to graze happily all day on the large patch of green grass beside the water. Just ahead of the grassland, there is a long and wide valley where I can move about freely in and out of the area as I fancy. I have all the things I need. I can do what I want, as I like, and nothing can stop me. Isn’t my life the greatest?”

BaiBai thought for a while, then asked:

“You seem to be having the best things in life. You have all the freedom to move around as you please, to relax when you want to and you don’t have to worry about food or drink. You don’t seem to be lacking in anything at all and I’m sure there are many who would be envious of your life!

But then allow me to ask you something,

What if the stream you rely on for water runs dry one day?

What if there is a drought and all the green grass dies off?

What if a pack of wolves come attacking through that straight valley path?

What happens then?”

BaaBaa couldn’t answer, so he did the natural thing that came to him. He turned the tables around and asked the same questions back.

“So BaiBai, what would you do then?”

Bai Bai replied:

“ I do not have a fresh stream that I can drink from every day. Neither do I have a patch of grazing grass to call my own. The paths I trod on are usually narrow and winding, with rocks and pebbles sometimes getting in the way. Life is not always easy.

But, what I do have is a Shepard who loves me and who provides for me.

He calls my name and I follow. He leads me to green pastures and quiet waters. If there is an attack from wild beasts, my Shepard fights them off for me and is willing to use His own life to protect mine. I may not have everything but I know I have the One who provides all things.”

In the story, the green grass, fresh water and freedom can be used as analogies to many things in life that we think is needed in order to be happy- money, fame, prestige, status, recognition, academic results etc... We put such a high importance on to these things and try our hardest to achieve them. Once gotten, we think that life has reached its peak.
But what happens when the thing that we have built our entire lives on crumbles and fades?


At least for me, I know I have found my Shepard.

Have you?

Time of my Life......

Got inspired by all the emo emails, emo leon. And so I decided to do a little something on my part to gush about our geography honours class as well! I'm having the time of my life right now..I hope you do too!

Dedicated to My Class, my friends....


Urban class


Tracy's house



Greenday- Time of Your Life

Another turning point;
a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist;
directs you where to go.

So make the best of this test
and don't ask why.

It's not a question
but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs
and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf
In good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories
and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth,
it was worth all the while.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.


It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable
but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.




Fm 5.1! (a.k.a the 'Green' people)


Greedy girl!


our mulu dormitory (can't believe the name!)


by the stream

class soccer matchday


I'm taller for once!





No other class holds three BBQs within a span of less than a year. (PGP/Tracy/Loyang)

No other class gets to travel overseas together often on the pretext of 'academic' reasons. (Bintan/Mulu/Thailand/Malaysia)

No other class has lecturers added as friends on facebook. (Pow added me!)

No other class can lose a game, yet walk away feeling like the world's biggest winners.

Lastly, no other class will actually bother to stay back after a gruelling examination despite looking all shagged, unglam, nerdy, grouchy, half-dead, undead, unkempt, unawake...
just to take a united group photo!







No other class but Ours :)

What you see is not what you get......

So there we were on the flight from KL-Kuching, midway on our 10 hour flight route and practically starving since we started off at 6am.

Lunch came in a pretty box and we greeted it eagerly. The one beside me made some comment about how environmentally unfriendly it was but concluded that it would make quite a nice container to store barang barang in such as t-shirts, socks, underwear…etc.

Whatever. It was all small talk before we tackle the munchies!

I opened the box cover before me to find- yogurt (yuck!), a cup of water, a dry looking pandan muffin and a cute cubic container labeled “Sandwic”.

Thinking it to be what you usually get for sandwiches, (you know, the thing with meaty fillings squashed between two slices of bread) I immediately attacked what I thought would be the answer to my hunger.

Alas! Things were not what they seem to be…

Presenting Malaysian Airline’s one time only, limited edition, exclusive flight food offering-
the ‘Meteor Bread’! Also known as the ‘Rock’!

A special concoction of pure plain dough shaped as a square brick block, with bits of ham thrown in for a dash of colour!

I looked over to the guy beside me and he looked back, we both threw that horrid thing back to its beautiful package and shut the lid. So much for lunch!

Touched down in Miri and found that our next flight had been delayed by an hour. Good! I thought, just enough time to search for a quick bite onto some good grub. Enticed by a delicious poster advertising for ‘Malaysian Wok’, we were in a mood for a little noodle soup…

Yet, Life decided that it was not at the end of its mischievous run.

Sometimes what you see is not only what you get…but MORE!

Guess what I found in my chicken ball noodle soup halfway after eating it?

A piece of STRING!!

Yep, a skinny white string masquerading as noodles was found floating in my soup as I fished it out with my fork. It’s the same type of string people use to tie exam scripts with during O’levels. Urrgh... I refuse to speculate on what went into the making of those chicken balls I ate!

And so that's the end of my adventures exploring the arid gastronomical wonders of MAS, not forgetting the 'delightful' surprise that awaited me at Malaysian Wok.
Thank God the rest of the food along the trip was normal and not quite as spectacular! haha...