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.

Durians and Mangosteens One Day

Yesterday, baby, Ah Looi, Ah Ling and me had a durian and mangosteen feast. ^_^

It all started after class yesterday. Two Ah Lings were sick and I, the excellent and compassionate friend drove them to Pusat Kesihatan. Since it was 10.15am and we were so near Bukit Ekspo, I had the most brilliant idea. 'Let's go buy durians and mangosteens!' *bangga*

Hehehe. And so we went. There were Grade A durians selling at RM3.50 per kg, Grade B selling at RM2.50, corns RM4 per packet (8 batang) and some vegetables. We didn't know how to choose durians. -_-! Ahha. So ask the pakcik there lor. The guy shake shake the durian and say 'Ah Moi, ini bagus' Lol. So funny. So in the end bought three durians. Don't know if the durians are cheap. But according to roomie, for KL standard quite cheap wor.

After choosing the durians, another truck came with a loot of mangosteens. Wowwweee! I excitedly grabbed two plastic bags. Hehe. Told baby to give roomie a call to see if she wants some mangosteens as well.

My roommie was in lab. So of course she had additional orders from lab people. In the end, we bought NINE bags of mangosteens at RM5 each. The pakcik terkejut giler. 'Ah Moi, boleh habis ke?'Haha. It was so fun choosing durians and buying lots and lots of mangosteens.

Later at night, we feasted over durians and mangosteen at Ah Ling and Ah Looi's house. The first durian was okay. The colour not so cantik lar. But the other two was beautiful and so sedap.

Opening the durian

The first durian

The second durian

Saw this HUGE bouquet of roses that Ah Looi's bf(form over substance bf) gave her. SO huge can become umbrella. See baby and and the umbrella flower. Oh and just for comparison, this is a normal bouquet of flowers.

Baby posing with the flowers

Another shot. So huge

Normal size

At the end of it, we decided to camwhore a bit with the huge knife. Ahha

Why so serious?

The Phenomenon in Malaysia

Received an email that goes:

The Phenomenon of 'Missing' goes like this in Malaysia;

Get Vietnamese workers, dogs missing
Get Bangladesh workers, Malay girls missing
Get Indonesian workers, money missing
Get Indian workers, jewelery missing
Get Chinese workers, husbands missing
Call the police, the evidence goes missing
Call the lawyers, the judge go missing
Call the ministry of transport, the reports go missing
Change the government, funds go missing
Say something against government, you may go missing

I think it sums up the recent drama. Or rather dramas.

Back to School

T.T Huhu.. I'm back at school.

The semester started terribly. It reminded me of a book 'A series of unfortunate events' by Lemony Snicket which tells of 3 orphan siblings and how they are ALWAYS flooded with a series of unfortunate events.

At least I don't have unfortunate happenings all the time. Heh. Reading it makes me feel better. Wakaka. Terrible me. Finding comfort in other people's suffering. ^_^!

My expenses this month gone up so much I think I'm going to faint. So atrocious. Petrol so expensive, toll so expensive and clothes so expensive. Good thing my lovely far-sighted parents increased my allowance this semester. Heehee. Good thing boyfriend pays for meals. Heehee. Good thing I have a lot of clothes. Heeheeheehee.

I remember my project paper title today! Yippee! Here it is:

Quality of Financial Reporting - The Malaysian Perspective

It doesn't sound impressive. And maybe a tit wit boring. Actually very boring lar but I'll make it interesting. *muka serious* I can! I will! I must!

Why must we dwell on boring research? Why can't we work on topics like Women & Auditing, or The Marriageable Age of Auditors, or Audit - A hazard to health? Ain't that more appetizing? And it is related to the course.

Heh. Me and my bimbo ideas.

Here's some pictures of Shaun with different hairstyle but the same pose. My brother leng zhai right. I think it runs in the family. Ehem Ehem.

More pictures......

Lol. It's the same pose cause I made Shaun pose in my room. Keke.

CK's sister just took some wedding pictures. So *sweet* I tell you.

Her favourite picture

The couple

Oh and this is the picture of Yen touching the elephant at Uncle Kian Boon's house. Don't ask me why she touch the elephant.

I found a website of my interest. Everyone should visit.

I shall now drown myself in heaps of journals. I shall be a lovely good student this semester. Not that I'm not a good student previous semesters. ^_^

Wee! Going back this Friday.

Oh brownies, please be beautiful

I will attempt baking brownies tomorrow! It seems DELICIOUS and most importantly easy.

This is how it's suppose to look

Looking back my cookies baking days, it almost always looks like dung.

All the best to me and my brownies. I hope they'll turn out beautiful.

Like me.

Dreadful

I'm dreading the thought of going back to UPM. It's like there's a big fat millstone chained to my leg, weighing me down. Even after 3 years these feelings don't go away. The homesickness begins even before I leave home. What the heck?!

I am drowning into the depths of the sea. Logic right since there's a big fat millstone on my leg. Well, let's hope for beautiful corals and maybe mermaids under the sea. That's if I can breathe underwater or have an oxygen tank.

All nonsensical thoughts. Gah.

At least I'm looking forward to meeting ck, roomie, baby and khom again.