Dec 28, 2008

Stop & Stare & Sorry

I have been sitting in front of my laptop for weeks or even more than one month. DOING THESIS....!!! Argh...

Stressed out in many things and stuff... When I voice out, friends will tell me to chill, go easy on it, things will be better tomorrow, and so on. But hey! There is nothing easy in life. That's how I look at it. Those words of theirs can never give me the cure to comfort. However, it leaves anger in me sometimes. Just feel like shout out!

At least when she is sad, she knows how to show and look for comfort.

Hey people! I'm now the one who suffer!

I feel the pain!

Do you feel the same thing that I go through?
Have you ever put yourself in my shoes?
Have you ever get to know me more than I myself do?
Have you ever care to care about me?
Have you ever care to know what I am thinking?
Have you ever care to know who I am?
have you ever...

That's why most of the times, I choose not to voice it.

Keep it all. Hug it all to myself.
Walk alone barefooted on all the rocky roads.

Sorry. The words I put down here may hurt those who really care about me. But people say, when one is in emotional situation, they can never think straight.

Mirror myself on this text I'm typing now, I am now wondering, how far am I true to that statement.
But seriously, I can't really feel the care from people around me. Oh my! Am I a human made up without "care sensor". I really wish I can feel it. But how?

Wei Xiang acting skill not bad huh? So Emo..

Keep on telling myself than "no one understands better than you, yourself do".

Has this statement make me numb. I just don't know. And maybe this is the reason why I've been labelled by my friends as "Stubborn Queen".

Here are the people who labelled me as "Stubborn Queen". Thanks to Szetoo Weiwen for this photo.

The year is about to end few more days. Counting the days as I weight the happy and unhappy event that went through my life. Selecting suitable emoticon into the events and here comes the result. Imbalance. Wonder how I can go through such a SUCK life and survive till today.

Have a short chat with Szetoo Weiwen in the evening, and talking about those genius who don't really have to study and can play most of their time and strive for success so easily. She labelled them study smart. And it is not good to be a total study smart person. Must be street smart too.

But I say I'm neither or am I (street smart)?
Oh.. So that's how I survive through this sucky year?

Wonder if I still have time before the year ends?

Time for what, you ask?
Time for a change, I'll say.

Time to open the door; or
Time to close it and keep in the dark.

That I'll have to decide.

How to make my life wonderful?

How to live my life to the max?

Is all in my hand.

For I'm the only driver who can drive down the road of my life.

Others can only direct.

Thanks to Fong Way for this photo.

Which way to go, is all up to me.


Dec 27, 2008

I'm Sorry

Watching Bollywood movie after pampering myself with McD,
then suddenly, a feeling comes in...
feeling down,
feeling sad.
I feel my life so empty now.

Messages and phone calls come in everyday.
"Ni zai na li, nue ren?"
(Where are you?)

"Wo zai jia lo"
(I'm home.)

"Na li de jia?"
(Which home?)

"KL lo"

"Wah, bian chen KL ren le la?"
(Wah, become KL people already...)

The last sentence is what i used to say to my friends months back.
But look at me now. Where am I?

Sitting in the small room.
Putting myself in a corner, in the city of KL, high up in the air.
Disconnecting myself most of the time from people whom I missed.
Which I never wish I treat you all this way.

I'm Sorry.

Dec 19, 2008


Just end a chat with my fren on MSN. We've talked on many many things till it comes to a topic where we talked about our classmates.
Aha! Most of you when you see this sentence only, then all of you will start to wonder what are the bad things that we gossip about.
Hello~~~ you all thought you all really got so many things for us to gossip?

So, this is where I make a comparison of myself to those we have talked about. However, names won't be revealed. Let's see how percise I describe on that people we have been talking about.

First of all, a GUY. He is a person where I always think he should be in the political field. The way he talks is so critical sometimes (especially political), which I find it damn boring. Not to say that I don't discuss about political stuff. I do! In fact, sometimes I just loves to talk about it. I used to read newspaper like an old man. Read from A to Z. That was since primary to secondary school era. Then by the time I come to college, I totally get myself disconnected from the newspaper or from any news source. Then slowly, the "old man" in me just fade away. Now, I feel that I'm so damn empty in my General Knowledge Dictionary. And also the disease of "I DUN CARE" spread in me. So whenever he talks to me, I just shut my lips. Not that I dun dare to say anything. Is just that I got nothing to say. Laziness haunt me now. How? I feel so small... But not till the next few minutes when he does his talking. Cause after that, that's where his soft news / sensational news, come into the conversation. And not to mention, sometimes, his super duper blurness. However, I still dare not stand stronger than him. Put myself at one corner of the world. This is how timid I can go...

Sounds like we talked a lot of people, but this is the second and the last. This time, is a LADY, I shall call her. Cause her appearance makes her a lady, though almost of the time she said herself very "cho lo" (hokkien). Well, is a NO NO for me. For I'm more "cho lo" than her. However, never ever look down at her, for she has a very strong personalities which I admire. Walking beside her, I can never walk tall. I will make myself invinsible almost most of the time. Feeling small with myself. As I told my fren during the chatting session; if she moves one step, I need to make 10 steps to reach where she is with the one step she makes. I dunno but her character is just rare to find. In my life, so many people walk in and out of my life. I only found 2 with this character. The first has been very successful in her life, in career wise and of course others. Is she a happy person? Yes, she is. Cause she got an individual who puts on clown mask to be by her side. And that person who wears the clown mask is very timid. Never brave enough to stand taller. This is what happens whenever I'm with this Second friend (my classmate) I meet here. For she is smart in every way I think that makes her stand tall above the rest of the ladies I know. But not taller than the First. But she can make it one day to where the First make. And even better. That's what I believe. Way to go girl!

Aha! Why only these two we discussed? Cause my friend said is time for her to walked into her dreamland. As for me, I'm walked back into my war which will only end another week.

Have a merry merry Christmas everyone!

Dec 15, 2008

The Final Countdown

It's almost 3am in the morning. I was going through some reading when I notice an email notification from my classmate, Hui Hsien. I usually do not open emails that content nothing useful, particularly contain pictures and stories that passed around the globe. But this is different, I dunno why, my fingers automatically direct to the touch pad and click to open up the email entitled "You guys are special to me :P".

The story managed to get hold of my interest and almost bring me to tears.

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.

'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'

All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'

'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

Din I said almost. It just bring me to think... Just few more weeks... This semester is going to be OVER. And this is the final semester of our final years. Whether or not I'm going to join most of them to UK does not really matter now. What I know is, the time for me to be with them is getting shorter.

If I'm to be sitting with my classmates at the mamak stall right now, then I shall hear voices like these:

"No worries la... when we worked we can find time to meet up."
"Haiya, don't think so much la."
"We sure can make up something. Gathering or whatever."
"Chill la... Enjoy the moment that we have now."

Aha... the last sentence is the one I usually says. But the true fact is that I do really care.

Some 4 years, some 3 years, some 2 years, some 1 years, some few months... No matter how long I really know every single of them, the fact will remain.
The fact is that, they are the people who made me who I am this moment.
They are the people who build my path of life as I walk forward. Is just the matter of how small or how big the impact is along the way. So, the period of me knowing them does not matter to me.

After this, everyone will be leading their own path. Who all of us will be then? How we gonna lead our next step of life? No one knows. One thing I'm VERY SURE of is that, things will never be the same anymore. UNLESS, we really make our own initiatives.

But how many are willing, or will time permit it or will the work load and stress permit it?

No one knows what happen the next second.

This is my fav sentence too.

How long can our friendship goes?
How long can we keep in touch?
And how long will we live to enjoy it?

Can you see the time that I'm questioning now?

No matter what the questions are, it can never be answered now. Not till the time come.

Every second there are many things that comes in and out of my life whether I realise it or not. Every time I will react differently to different situation. So most of the time, every single steps i make, it does occur in my mind if I do this or do that to that particular someone, will they like it or will it make them hate me. So, it means the clear conscience and guilty conscience of mine haunt me most of the time.
And sometimes, I'm not aware of what I'm doing. Sometimes, feeling is much stronger than my conscience.
And sometimes, I DON'T THINK!
I may create many people out there that hate me without any of my intention at all. I just dunno.

But do all these really matters? I do not know. Is up to everyone who wanna judge me.
Whether you wanna judge me or not?
How you gonna judge me?

One thing for sure is that I'm trying my very best to do whatever it is to make people happy. That's me, Ai Yin!

Dec 14, 2008

Ku Tetap Menanti

Ku tidak rasa jemu menunggu panggilan mu.
Ku tetap menunggu sms mu.

Namun, segala penantian ini sehingga kini masih belum berakhir
Kerana ku tetap belum terima khabar berita dari mu.

Memandang muka telefon ku membuat hatiku semakin pilu.
Apakah salah silap ku sehingga ku dibiarkan meneruskan hidup ku ini sendirian?
Mengapa kau pergi secara tiba-tiba?

Mengenang memori kita bersama beberapa tahun dahulu, kau lah yang banyak mendorong aku:
di masa ku memerlukan seseorang,
di masa ku tidak larat melangkah lagi dalam perjalanan hidup ku,
di masa ku memerlukan tangan seorang insan yang dapat memimpin ku,
di masa ku amat memerlukan pelukkan kasih yang dapat mengalirkan air mata ku yang sentiasa tergenang di kelopak mata ku ini
dan hanya kau lah yang dapat memberikan semua ini dalam hidup ku.

Namun, kini kau tinggalkan ku seorang diri. Menerokai hidupku sendirian. Meraba masa depan ku di alam yang gelap. Ku cuba mencapai tangan mu, tapi ku hanya dapat merasakan kegelapan. Ku bagaikan seorang insan yang lebih buta daripada mereka yang cacat penglihatan.

Di hari ku bersedirian, akan ku membuka memori ku, melihat apa yang pernah kita lalui. Dan ku cuba mencari, APA SILAP KU! Seandainya boleh, ku ingin menjerit sekuat-kuat hatiku! Namun, bibirku tetap terkunci.

Hanya Dia memahami, betapa perit dan pilunya hati ku ini. Bagaikan kesakitan yang tidak bertandakan noktah.
Hanya Dia juga yang memahami, betapa banyak tanda-tanda soal di dalam benak ku ini. Sehingga kini, soalannya masih tidak terjawab. Bagaikan teka-teki yang tidak mungkin terungkai sudah.

Mungkinkah ku telah melukakan hati mu tanpa ku sedari?
Mungkinkah selama ini ku membebani hidup mu?
Mungkinkah kau menemui ruang hidup mu yang lebih baik tanpa ku?
Segala kemungkinan tidak mungkin terjawab tanpa mu menghadiri hidup ku semula.

Dan sebab itulah...

(p/s: watak di dalam gambar tidak saling berkaitan dengan cerita di atas. gambar tersebut hanyalah panduan memberi gambaran kepada anda)

Nov 24, 2008

Finally: Freak Out!

"Ai Yin ah.. You know when to pass up our thesis or not?"
"Har? Week 13 or 14 la..."
"No. Is Week 12. Pn. Khaza just informed us."

That's it! Must force myself back to thesis mode!
Freak out time!!!!

Nov 22, 2008


Another Saturday has passed....
I spent my whole day in my room.
Recall back everything that I had enjoyed for the whole week.
And bring them back to dream as I doze off for most of the time.
Brought those happening stuff into it and enjoy it.
That's what most people enjoyed when their eyes are closed.
But, however, there are things that I recalled and I just can't ignored them.
Things that keep me awake before another doze.
Things that I wished I can help.
But I just dunno how.
I was stunt
I was speechless.
I just dunno what to do.
And I am still the same now.
Though I looked GAY.

Activities come in and out of my life this week.
I spend time with my large group of friends.
Yeah... That was the fun part.
But when midnight comes...
"They" come to haunt me.
Those sad stuff and things that I worry about haunt me back.
I just wished that I could blocked it.
But there is not point of it.
It will still haunt me no matter what.
Is either I solve it or it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
That's G.A.Y's World of Life.

However, the truth is...
I don't care much about that.
I do not care much what was torturing and haunting ON me.
I do not care what are the things that I'll need to face if I neglect it.
This is G.A.Y!

What I care most are those people around me.
And most importantly, I care about those whom I call them my friend.
That's me.
This is GAY.

Whenever I see tear drops in their heart,
I fell the pain.
Whenever I see it,
I'll always pray;
How I wish I could help them bear the pain and suffering?
How can I help them to ease their pain?
How can I make things to cheer them up?
But at the same time, I know the fact that I can't do all that.
That's what I hate most of the time about me.
Cause I just do not know how!
I just don't know how to put them back in GAY mood.

Oh, now I can only hope that they will be given the strength to bare all those things.
And hope that they will recover soon by finding the way out.

As I'm sitting on my bed typing this stuff out, I know some of my friends, not one, but few of them is struggling with the sadness, worries and problems. But what do I do?


G.A.Y does nothing at all.
Yes! This is GAY who don't know how to make people GAY!
How bad this G.A.Y is!

How can G.A.Y be GAY when they are not GAY!
G.A.Y is your useless friend!
And I admit it.

Nov 15, 2008

Yesterday & Today

I'm so slow....
Damn slow....
Now ad week 6, going to Week 7 of this final semester.
Sigh... From the beginning I'm really in no mood and interest to do a thesis.

Thanks to Szetoo Weiwen!
Encouraging me to do it!

Thanks a lot, my fren...

Hmm.... back to the story then...
I was just too tired on Thursday! Eyes were so heavy although the night is still so young.
Then I decided to take a "nap". Supposing I wanted to sleep for 30mins but...
Yeah... I slept for an extra 2hours. Now, when I woke up is already past midnight.

Oh no...
Slowly I force myself to climb out of my cozy bed. Washed my face and drown myself among those thick books. Hmm... Read not even one chapter, or probably half the page of the first book, I lost my concentration. I really can't concentrate on reading whenever the content doesn't interest me. I'll browse over,, and so on... do a lot of things but none of it related to my thesis.
In my mind....
"Ai Yin!!! What are you doing?! You must do your thesis."
Well that works...
Quickly I force myself to "thesis mode".
But then, again. I lost my concentration easily.
Dilly dally dilly dally...
The whole night I din sleep.
Erm.. got la... 2hrs. Then I've to get ready for class d...
Afternoon, I went to PJ to collect my pay.
Then at evening, I went to work.
By the time I come home (at last), it's already past midnight. Then, only I ate my dinner.
Why so late?
Cause during the daytime my tummy sick. That's why...
Why work so hard?
$$ Vitamin-M $$
I ate and online at the same time. Browse through my my email and FB. Chit chat and and watched Crayon Shin Chan.
Not that I'm aware of. I dun know when and how, I slept.

What I know is when I opened my eyes, with my hands is on the keyboard (no kidding. In typing position some more)
I only know that around 2.30am, I was still online.
Well, the next morning...
I woke up at 10.30am. Then, I went to my aunty's house.
What I do there?
I get all my trousers washed.
I brought the thick books there and also my camera, of course!
Thought can read there. But as usual. I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!!!!
So I play around with my cousins.
And with camera.

My little cousin used my compact camera (Kodak M860). I used the camera loan from Sony (A300).
And I discovered something...

These are some of the photos she took. She's 6... what was I doing when I was six? I dunno. One thing for sure, I dun play with camera. I din teach her at all. She take whatever she likes. These are only few of what she took.

And here are some of mine.

Here you go.... 14+15 = F.U.N + T.I.R.E.D

Nov 13, 2008

It'll Never Be The Same

Raining again...

A good day to sleep.
However, I have to force my sleepy eyes to stay wide open.
Sitting in my room alone, I think back what happened in class today.

I saw one of my friends walked in.
Saw her face.
I could tell, she's not in her happy mood. For her smiling face I used to see is no longer there.

It brought me to flash back my memory to 7 years back.
I went through what she went through.
It really hurts.

Losing someone you loved the most, where:
you will never hear the voice called out your name,
you'll never see the smile,
you'll never see the sad face,
you'll never see every single thing of the people you lost.

The only thing I have, is the memories we once had together.

She protected me whenever I need to face the pain of cane.
She carried me whenever I fall.
She gave me money, cause she knew I need it.
Most importantly, she shelter me and everyone else under her love and care whenever any of us need it.

Her lost is not sudden. She fights like a warrior to stay alive. Cancer has ripped her away from us.

Before her death, to me, "DEATH" is nothing.
Is just a cycle of life. If your loved one is gone, then, that's it. They are gone, we the one who are still alive, just carry on. It's just so simple.

But by the time I faced it, I was totally wrong.

Hmm.... It still smell very fresh. (my memory)

7.30pm - 180101
I was enjoying the dramatic scene of the HK drama series. But, the ringing of the phone interrupted my focus.

The phone call itself has bring another new chapter of drama in my life.

"She's gone. She'll never come back"
"Liar! Liar! Liar! You must be kidding me!"
Being alone in that house with my younger sister, never know what to do.
To break the news to my sister is not easy.
As I put down the phone, I, be as tough as possible. As tough as I can hold back my tears. I let the news out of my lips. Her reaction is just the same as I was.
Her grieve and tears, however has soften everything that I had try to hold back earlier.
I let my sadness out. I let my tears stream down my cheeks. I just couldn't hold back any longer.
I felt my colourful world turns to grey all of the sudden.
The agony, the pain, it's killing me.

I'll never have the chance to drive her around.
I'll never have the chance to show her my success.
I'll never have the chance to see and hear her.
For now, she's so far away, which I'll never know where.

Everyone has their bad and good.
However, till today, all I remember is her goodness.
What are the bad things about her?
I have forgotten.

"Do take care of the younger cousins. You're the eldest."

But I'm in no strength to do it, granny. Cause things is not the same anymore when you're around.
Everyone seems to take their own path now.
Not like we used to be. We work everything out together.

I still remember the day when I was on my way to my Diploma Convocation ceremony.

The sun was shinning brightly. I was running late. When I reached college, ran up the slop the to the college hall. Every step I took, my heart feel the joy and sadness. Half way through, I look into the sky.

"I've made it, granny. Can you see me now? Me, with my success."

I almost cried. For she can't be there to attend my convocation. How I wished she could. However, I might also disappointed her is she is there. For the last thing she told me was...

"Study hard and be a doctor. Then, you can help others."

I'm sorry, granny. That was my dream. But I've to let it go for I've screwed it up in the middle of the journey to success. But I believe I still can success in the other path I am on now. I'll work it out, no matter what.

For quite some time after her death, every time I saw an old lady passed by or any family or children surround their grandma, I was jealous. For I wished I could enjoy more time with granny just like them.

However, today, I'm back tough again. It doesn't I've forgotten her. I just have to.

It's just that I need to be tough to achieve the mission given by her. It is...

Bring back the good old days!

Nov 3, 2008

Here I Am Again!

What a day!
Went back to Malacca yesterday!
Not even 24hours i spend my time with my family. I've to rush back to KL.
For one stupid reason; attend the so called "SEMINAR" which was made compulsory.

Slept not even 2 hours the night in Malacca, I've to force my damn sleepy eyes to open to get ready for KL. But luckily, in the 2 hours journey back to KL I managed to sleep another 90mins.
That also when i reached Pudu station, I've to force my eyes to open and my butt to get out of the "couch". So. I'm the last person to get out of the bus!

So, after getting down from the bus, i loook at my watch, well I think I can make it on time to there. Hmm, but as I walk to the Pasar Seni station which was 15-20mins journey I think, i was thinking whether to drive to DKAB? or take a cab.

As I was thinking, there were couple of things happened along the journey.

An old uncle met an accident. I'm not quite sure what happend to him but he was sitting on the border of the roadside. There were some men stood around him. I managed to take a glance to see whether there is any serious injury. But thank god, just a minor one. Some skin peels off from the left ankle. Many people usually try to not to look at accidents location, but I'm different. I wanna know. This is what we called busybody... But I'm busy

Next, suddenly a guy on a bike approach me. Carrying two (2) precious things at that time makes me extra alert. Hold tight my sling bag and look at him. Moreover, I was walking by the main road. And you people also know la... Snatch thief thing can happen anytime... Somemore in this busy city.

"Xiao jie, ching wen na ge ..... xue xiao, ni dong zai na li ma?"
"Har? Se mo xue xiao ah?"
"... xue xiao"
"Sorry ah... wo bu zi dao."
wahahaha... he approached the wrong person ad...
I'm KL Newbie... how will I know...
And actually, I also dun know what's the school name he was telling. Can't hear it properly.
Sounds like "xiao xue xiao" (crazy school)
Hmm.. it sounds so wrong... I guess, I just din hear it properly la...
But luckily nothing happens... But, he "pun satu". Suddenly break his bike beside me and ask me route. Make me "terkejut" also... Moreover, there were so many things playing in my mind at that time. Sigh... Anyway, thank god ntohing happened la. He just sped off after saying thank you!

Being very tired for these couple of days, since the Canon Asia Photography Marathon, this is the first time i make my decision to sit in the LRT. Cause usually if I'm alone, I'll prefer to stand.
Dun ask me why, that habit is born natural.
I sit and doze off a while.
By the time i reached Wangsa Maju LRT station, it's already 0945hours. Hmm, at last i made up my mind to rush back to my condo parking lot to take my car. It's a 5-10mins walk. Another walk.. Haiz... But have to lo.. Cause if not I've to take cab.
Is ok to take cab actually, but at that time, my purse contained a note of 50. Some taxi drive will make a lot of fuss us you pay them in such a big note. If the taxi driver good, never mind, he'll said, u give what small amount of money you have with you to him. But if a bad one, they'll ask you to seek for the small amount of money to pay him. He dun care if you rob or beg or change with someone.
That's why I take my car la... Already have to rush back from Malacca, I dun wanna get scolding for one stupid thing. That's why...

Wah, the weather was so sunny... Wearing my white hooded jacket from Malacca, I've got no time even to stop to take it out. I LRT, I forget about it cause it's air-conditioned, what...
So, can you imagine I walked back to my condo, under the hot sun and the jacket wrap my body?
I feel like I'm in oven, but I try not to think about it at that time. Cause I'm RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!

When i get my car, I checked my cellphone. Still not news on where is the "SEMINAR".
So I decided to call JC our course as well as class rep.

"Hello JC ah... Where is the seminar going to be held?"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm now back in Wangsa. Just reached."
"Erm... I'm sorry to tell you, I've got a bad news. The office made a mistake on the date. The "SEMINAR" is next week. Not this week."

Oh... there it goes..... That's how my 031108 starts in KL....

Oct 22, 2008


Originally uploaded by Crazy G.A.Y
Tick tock, tick tock, looking at the clock. Wow, it's late. Being busy snapping here and there in my town during the day, I don't even have the time to stop to breath.

That's where suddenly my cutetest friend text me:
"What's the plan for tonight?"

Starring at my mobile screen, that's when only I recall I was suppose to come out with a plan. As usual, what most of you and I do, I replied:
"No worries! I already have a plan."

Yeah, I lied but not totally. Cause I have the rough idea earlier (few days back) but I just did not build up the process.

An hour more before the dateline (meeting my friends), I'm still doing some shopping with my mum and sis.

30 minutes left... That's the only time left. I just reached home. That's the only time for my brain to start cracking and build the plan of the night, to bath, to recharge my best friend (my camera), and to fill up my empty tummy! Sounds like time bomb doesn't it.

10 minutes before it ends, finally the plan complete. Phew... and


Happily I told my friend the plan but then, as usual, nothing goes smoothly. There will be ,most of the time, there must be something that comes up to block your plan.

"What if she is going out with her boyfriend."
This is the sentence that gives me a big headache. Argh...!

How can I find out from the victim by not revealing the plan or even leak it or even give her the chance to smell the fishy plan. Oh no!!

Hmm... That very moment, I have to open up my "memory lane" of stories that I can used to assist me to dig out the answer from our victim. Nope! Nothing that I can use. That's where I've to create creative story to "hook" her to find out the answer.

The story telling session has just started and..

Ding dong... Time's up!!!!

Time to get into the car and off we go, telling people in the car the plan and yeah I ask the driver to make an U-turn back to my house (forget my camera)

Next we went to get the No 1 item and along the way I was still texting the "happenning story" to the victim.

Show one good sign: She's not going out with her boyfriend that night.

Comes another bad sign: She's having exam the next day. WHAT?! Exam on Sunday Morning! How unlucky!

I have to work harder then... Have to attract her attention for another four hours as well as not to distract her too much. Not an easy job aye..

Four more hours:

look for parking spot (it's a Saturday nite! Hard to find parking in the town!)

2 hours:
watch movie (The Flying of The Living Dead- sound horror and it suppose to be, but we were having a good laugh in the cinema)

1 hr 15mins:
well.... start our journey to our victim's house but it was kinda early... So hang out at a nearby Mamak for supper!

11:15pm our victim send me:
"Update me your story next time la. I'm sleepy ad. Going to sleep soon"

Oh no!!!! I have to make her stay awake. Another 45mins... Argh...
What to do... try to feed her with more climax, and ask her more questions to keep her awake!

But I can no longer hold her attention. 15mins more before the time I called her.

"Hey gal. I'm now outside your house. Can you come out please."

"Huh? Aiyo, why? Wanna sleep ad."

"Dun care. You have to come out now! we are outside your house now."

All of us shout out her name outside her house.

As she step out the house, here comes the "melody" of Happy Birthday!

2? candles on 2? Rum Balls (No 1 item)
(not suppose to reveal the age without permission. Lady's biggest secret!)

Yeah! With her sleepy eyes, and blur face, she made a wish and blew the candles of course there's photography session. But everything we make it in fast pace. What to do! She got exam on SUNDAY MORNING!

However, as the planner, I kena cubit "kau-kau" from her la... For creating the stories which is full of lies. Cause she buy my story! But I just wanna say:

"Hey SLYM, if you read this, just wanna let you know that I have to do it cause, that's the only way to make my plan work. And that's the only way to surprise you!"

What was the "happening stories" that I told her?
That is also a big secret between the two of us!
That's my birthday gift to her!
Never know why. The idea of starting with a blog comes into my mind. Suddenly I just feel like this is a way for me to share something with my friend. Just hope whoever read it will enjoy it.