As I thought that this would be just another sucky working day for me, it turned out to be an interesting one indeed. Being a "banana", I can't speak or write Chinese, what more knowing about the significant meaning behind my Chinese name, Suet Mei.
According to my lady boss, Mei, besides meaning "Mei Hwa", the blossom flower that blooms during winter, it also meant that when times are tough, I get tougher. It's because the blossom flower who blooms during winter, will actually blossom more as the weather gets colder. And so she asked me, is it true, as in does it apply to my life?
I said, I guess so. Going through so much in my life eversince I was young, and when all along I just complained and complained asking God why is he so unfair to me, I guess I begin to realize that all that I've been through actually does make me into a stronger, tougher person now. So yeah haha, the name does suit me indeed.
And all along I've always told the boyfriend that I don't think our kids would actually have Chinese names as we are both Chinese illiterate, but now I really want them to have a really meaningful one.
And then later on after work as I was taking the Lrt, I met this elderly woman, who was actually Italian. She was looking at the signs, probably confused to which platform should she be in. After I directed her to the right way, she started to chit chat with me. She told me that she was 57 years older than me which would make her urm.. 78! And she's travelling on her own! Hoping around from hotels to friend's houses. Darn respect her-La.
Begin to talk about how safe is it to be in Malaysia, how lucky we were that we didn't have a quota of how much electricity or petrol that we can use like how they have it there. But then again her accent was quite heavy and she didn't speak that fluent english, I'm not sure if they have the quota thing for electricity and petrol because they are given it free or it's just because the government wants them to save? =__=''
Also, I couldn't help it but to think to myself if only my mum was still around. Oh how I would love to have her around still when she's 78! I would be.. urm.. bout' 45 then! And proly have kids that are bout' 20 by then.. And if only my mum would have the chance to travel to more places as she's only been to like urm Singapore, Thailand, Hong Kong..? Oh well.. =)
Anywayzzzzz I took a couple more of pictures of my new hair style last night before heading out to De' Canters again as every other week. I washed it! Yeah still flat-La but blow dried it a bit so it's looking a littleee bit better than the last pics-La.
It's a whole new year again. With a blink of an eye, a year has passed by. If someone would have asked me if 2008 was a memorable year for me, I really would not know how to answer. And so, I spent this past few moments before I fall asleep, trying to think what memories did the year 2008 brought to me.
Firstly, I would say '08 would be the year that I would always remember. It was the year where relationships were broken, and healed. It was the year I had the most regrets, but learned to forget. It was the year I was most sad, but at the same time, happy. It was the year I lost my mum. But knowing that I lost her not to the hands of the devil, but she is now rejoicing in heaven, brings peace to me.
Her death has brought sadness, regret, and bitterness to the deepest of my heart. I was not only sad, but torn apart, realizing that I'm motherless. I was regret over every single of my action, what I had and had not done to her. I was bitter. So bitter towards my father, thinking that it was all caused by him. But I learned to forget. Still learning.
Apart from losing my mother, it was also the year where we almost lost my niece, Valerie. 15 minutes was how long we thought she was almost gone. Knowing that she is asleep now in the room beside mine, brings the utmost happiness to me now.
Overall, 2008 was a year that reformed my life. I hurt, but now I have healed. My siblings, aunties and I grew closer. Little Val and I are very attached. My cousin in Aussie and I are keeping in touch after all the years. The boyfriend and I are doing better, but not in the case of the mother-in-law lol. And lastly, relationship with my father have, I should say, improved. In a way that we're at least talking. And as for my friends, I still have the craziest, wackiest, funniest, most outrageous bunch of friends that I love so much, may they be close, or far.
And how I celebrated my new year's countdown?
Hiding under table.
Was actually at Curve with some friends and was hiding from all the yucky foam thingy that I just hate so much! It gets me all sticky and icky. yuck. And actually got irritated with the whole countdown thing. Couldn't get why everyone would not just stay at home, have a romantic dinner, watch a movie and make love all night long (my dream countdown =p ), instead of getting all squashed up at like the curve, with the intention of watching fireworks that are most probably visible only at one particular spot, getting drowned with yucky foam that people waste money buying, they're just soap foams! Plus getting stuck in heavy heavy traffic and taking the risk of having a mental breakdown from finding a parking!Yea, I am getting older.
With Brenda
And the boyfriend
After curve, headed down to Kl, to the Golden City condo with Kai, on a rescue mission. Haha, sorry, sorta like an inside joke to those who understand. And ya, I just drank coke all night long. Really!
When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies.
When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have boobiesgroupies.
When I grow up, be on TV, people know me, be on magazines.
Most importantly, when I grow up, I wanna be Ms. Universe and give my copyrighted speech.
**Coughs** clears throat....
"Not only do I wish for world peace, I also wish for the dead to rise, the old to be young again and for the sick to heal."
HAHA!
Nuff bout when I grow up.. I wanna confess and tell all of you a story now. This story is about 'when I was young'.
This story dates way back to when I was young. When I was bout' 15, in form 3. You see, my geography teacher, Pn. Lijah, had to be on a maternal leave and was replaced by a “ah lian”teacher. I had always gotten an 'A' for my geography tests till the latter teacher came in. We were given back our end year semester paper to check if there were any marking errors done by the teacher and I was so devastated that I had gotten a 'C'. Not 'B'! But 'C'! The worst part it was like a 58, 2 markhs to a 'B'.
Soooooo..... I came up with an "evil plot". To cheat! Muahahaha! I went outta class with the paper, had my friend to watch my back. The friend was Odie. Haha still can remember so clearly! So, I erased one of my wrong answer, and shaded the right one. MCQ-Ma(multiple choice questions).
Then, for those who knew my mum when she was still around, would know that she used to jog to school almost every other day to check on me, give me food, ya da ya da and the worst!, "visit my teachers" LOL. Haih.. want that to happen now also got no chance to dy..
Ok, anyway.. she visited this geography teacher of mine and was told that I had cheated, changing my answer. Being an all-time-angel to my mum, she backed me up, and didn't believe it. It got to the extend where my mum was practically fighting with the said teacher... till I was called to the teacher's office.
Then, my mum asked me if I had done the cheating, and of course I said NO-La! It's like you stole something, and went to the shop owner and said "Uncle, I stole this from you". So, mum and teacher continued arguing. It became so dramatic, till I had to think of a solution.
What else is my talent? Crying! Haha. Yes, I cried. Cried and told my teacher, "Teacher, it's ok-la you accused me. But, I really did't do it. Nvm-la.. you don't have to count that question as right... Just give me my original markhs (58)".
When I thought all would be over, my mum scolded me. She said "you didn't do it why don't wanna claim your markhs?!" Fed up with the whole situation and my Oscar winning acting.... I got a 'B' in the end! 60. HAHA.
Story not finished... this comes the funny part.
Before the PMR exams, we had to go around asking for our teacher's forgiveness so that we will be blessed by them or some crap like that, I went to the geography teacher! LOL! I said.. or more like confessed to her! Bout the whole exam thingy and she just coldly said, in her very cina slang "Saya sudah tau" (I already knew). HAHA.
Darn bad right. Oh well, least I confessed and I did get an 'A' for geography in PMR then. =D
After two and a half years of college, countless warning letters for absentee and a couple of times being barred from final examinations, I wanted to turn on a new leaf this semester. My goal was to go for all classes or at least try to stay awake for half the class. So, the greatest achievement so far was being awake for the entire 2 hours class of Malaysian Studies!!! And I shall emphasize on that again. MALAYSIAN STUDIES.Not only that, I was also the first to complete an in class assignment..in hope to be able to 'chao' earlier la but in the end cannot also..sweat sweat.. And in that class, I learnt something that amused me so much.. It was about the burial rites of the Mesolithic age people. Meant to show you guys the picture and the details about it but have been waiting for 3 days for my lecturer to post the notes up and yet she still hasn't. Will post that up soon.
And on that same day, late for my morning class already, I decided to visit my Mum's grave. Ok I hate saying the 'G' word so can anybody suggest an alternative instead.. I used to say that I'm going to visit my Mum but it would sound like a suicidal note wtf. Coz' the other day I was plurking. Ok side track a while wtf check Plurk out here. Ya, I was 'plurking' saying "I'm going to visit my mum. Getting Ready." And so Clem pointed out that it sounded like a suicidal note..which I think it does too wtf.
Went there to put some flowers that my sis had bought earlier.. And to hold myself back from crying, I took pictures lol..
Mum, I Miss You.
Well, wish me luck in going for my class at 8 tomorrow..
