Going no where

Right now it is as if you are on an airplane. You never feel that you’re moving when you’re sitting on the plane. It’s only when you get to the destination and get off the plane that you realize that you’ve actually been moving all along.

-Quoted from Hope Dies Last

I feel like I'm going no where. Maybe I am after all.

Dadada~

Speaking of which, just yesterday I was so darn frustrated with the project paper. Reading and reading and reading intellectual journals (so BORing).

And so I decided to boycott the project paper. And so on msn, my nick was

'Wear black tomorrow as protest against project paper!'

The problem was, nobody (as in coursemates) was online yesterday.

-_-! Boycott FAIL.

Oh well, nevertheless, I decided to go on with the boycott myself. Just so I'll be happy a bit. Ahha. I can imagine what other people would be thinking when they read this post. All the -_- coming out. What kind of idea is this right. Boycott with nobody else's knowledge. Oh well. We do silly things occasionally to entertain ourselves, right?

Anyways, I even had a slogan to go with my boycott campaign.

'PP, TAK NAK!'
(pp as in project paper)


I wore black the entire day.

My conclusion is

Silent protest = no protest

Lol.

But I'm so entertained and happy. So it doesn't matter.

Eggs and Chicken, Nails and Hair

There's a saying,

Don't count your chickens before they are hatched


According to roommie, not all eggs hatched. The other day at lab, her fellow lab mate bought 2oo eggs. He needed chicks for his research. Of the 200, only 80 hatched. And so he was short of 120. The second time round, he ordered 200. About 100 plus hatched. And so he has too many chicks in the end.


Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.

Simply because not all eggs will hatched.

There you have it. A scientific stuff from me.


This post reminds me of my brother, Ken. He said one day,

Ken: Jie, my name in chicken. See, c....h....i....c...k-e-n. Why is it not pronounced chic-can but chi-kern?
Me: Because its not chic-ken. its chick-en


Ahhaha. The nonsense.


And I just found out yesterday nails are living things.

Because they grow.

Hair also same.

They are aliiiiiiiiive!!!!!

Ck and Michelle's alive nails

Busy like a lalat

Why do people always say, 'Busy like a bee'? Just because it rhymes?

Why can't it be 'busy like a lalat'. It sounds more Malaysian.

Which reminds me I look like a lalat in my roommie's shades. Huge glasses don't work for me. SO OBVIOUS.

Busy, busy, I'm busy like a lalat!

Semester started on the 7th July. Exams are in red and assignment due dates in green. (I can only keep track of things one month ahead. So October onwards will have to wait. :p)

Assignments NOT yet even started doing

1. Audit II
2. Advance financial accounting
3. AIS II
4. Corporate Social Policy (Due on 26th Aug)
5. Accounting Theory Presentation
6. Corporate Social Policy Presentation

And so you see, I'm at week 7 of the semester and have not finalized my project title, have not study sufficiently for exam tomorrow, have not done the assignment due in next week and have not gone back to Melaka and there are still tons of assignments. T.T


There are some friends taking 3 exams in week 8. Some even have 4 exams all in the same week. Xiao man.

UPM = Universiti Peperiksaan Malaysia


I want to graduate. Why does it feel like it's so impossible to achieve?


Was so sad on Sunday and thought a little camwhoring would help me feel better. Even I feel sad watching myself so sad.

Oh well. That was Monday. Today's a Tuesday. Goodbye Monday blues!

God, help me believe this verse. Make it real.

With men, this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible

*choke choke*

All things are possible with God

Ok time to study.

Shuen sudah pening pening lalat, nyawa-nyawa ikan.

My BM not bad. *muka bangga*

The death that could have been

Earlier today, I dropped baby and Ah Ling off at the ktm station. After driving back, I decided to soak my clothes. Then I was nicely in my room reading blogs, updating myself and checking the mail (even though I was suppose to be studying) . I always soak my clothes so that I don't have to scrub so hard. Haha.

Somewhere after soaking my clothes and before I took a bath, the cooking gas hose came off. Its actually the hose that connects the gas tong to the stove. What happened was that the screw was already very old and it gave way today. First room Ming Hua and I did not noticed at all. The gas slowly filled the entire kitchen and baby's room.

Music kan cheong

A picture of my house.

Anyways, Ming Hua left and I decided to take a bath. That's when I heard a funny noise. It sounded like a hiss except much louder. The sound is pretty much similar to that made by the train before take off (if that makes sense at all).

And it was suffocating. Cooking gas actually smells like cockroach spray (if you spray non stop for 3minutes).

At first I thought the nyamuk people come and spray at the back. Then think think again, 'Macam tak betul...'. Cause the sound was loud, it had to be from inside.

So I went to the kitchen, hunting for the sound. Reminds me of the crocodile hunter (Irrelevant). Being the noob I am in cooking (egg, maggi mee cook), I was of course rarely in the kitchen. Except to wash the dishes. And wash clothes. And to take toiletries. Oh well, you get the point. And so no one would expect me to be able to tell if anything was wrong with the kitchen. But of course, an observant and alert person like myself quickly noticed that the hose had came off.

I stooped down and reached out to the hose and realised the sound WAS from the hose. The gas WAS coming out from the hose. The kitchen WAS filled with tremendous amount of gas. OH NOES! I turned off the gas. After making sure the gas was really turned off, I froze for a moment (5 seconds) and shudder at the thought of what could have happenned.

Baby closed her door before she left. I opened it. It was filled with gas. Scary. I quickly switched on the fan and aired her room.

I wondered later during the evening, what if I died today?


I would have died before both my grandmothers. I would have died before finishing my degree. The last person that saw me would be Ming Hua. The last words I said was to baby and Ah Ling. 'Bye! Tk care.' The last thought on my mind was my exam this coming Thursday. I would have died alone.

I would have gone to see meet Lord.

Instead of being with the MGC youth in Midvalley tomorrow, laughing and having fun, they would all be in Melaka to attend my funeral.

Weird. Tragic. Sudden.

I could have died but I didn't. I'm still alive!


Life is brief, unpredictable and alarmingly short.

I shall not spend a single second being unhappy.

I wonder if I would have accomplished what the Lord has had for me?

Umbrella Lim Tse Shuen

One fine day, I bumped into a friend. Usually the normal thing to say is 'Hi Tse Shuen!' Oh, he was different. He called me 'yu shan xiao jie'. Yes. Miss umbrella. I had half the mind to reply, 'just call me umbrella. That's my english name'. Lol.

I carry an umbrella every single day to class and it amuses him that I do. Not the foldable sort where you can fit nicely into the bag cause those are totally useless for shielding against UV rays and don't last long at all. I bring the huge long umbrella. Ahha. Never thought that would become my trademark.

Maybe down the years when we're all grown-up and gone our own separate ways, whenever people bump into each other and catch up about friends and life, when people mentioned, 'What about that Tse Shuen har? What's she doing?'. And the other person will go, 'Who's Tse Shuen? Sounds familiar lar.' Maybe, just maybe, the other person will say, 'Du, the girl always carry umbrella one lar!'

^_^ Wonder what I'd be remembered for. Hope Miss Umbrella won't be all that is remembered.

Reminds me of Marie Digby's Miss Invisible and Rihana's Umbrella. Maybe one has Miss and one has Umbrella. hehe. DUUHH.