It's Gonna be a New Year... Whaaa..?

So I've decided to just blog like after God-knows-how-long-I've-been-away months. And to some of my friends who have followed me since the first time I joined Blogger, they would know that I actually have a previous account (no, actually three accounts in total; the very first one I deleted the whole thing). And I'm still keeping the previous account but I'm just not allowing anyone to see it.

Why?

Well. 'Cause known only by some of the few friends who knew that I have a blog, I've been a victim of cyber-bullying. You see, I used to let people comment freely on my blog, but then I decided to restrict the comment part to those that are moderated by me before being published for the world to see. I do take constructive criticisms, but this incident was wayyy too much. It attacked on me, my private life, instead of the contents I blog about.

I was actually followed by this person (although claimed to be by a group of them, guys specifically) from Blogger to my e-mail account. I mean, come on, seriously? And the extra effort 'they' took to really get to me. See, my comments-restriction thing was actually so restricted that it was only those people who had Blogger accounts who could comment on my blog. So what did 'they' do? 'They' created an account to attack me. The lengths people would go through...

Anyway, my advice to those of you who are victims? Staying strong is essential. When you have a loving family and friends who care about you to back you up, you know nothing could go wrong. Yes, it may be hurtful and you may feel vulnerable although whatever the person says is untrue, but you have to remember that you are the controller of your own emotions. I say, cry all you want the first day or the first hour or however long it takes you to get yourself together; but don't get to the point where you yourself have doubts about you. Confide in someone you trust; it helps remind you that you are never alone in anything.



P.S. Why am I suddenly bringing this all up? Well, let's just say that I have a constant reminder whenever I open my Blogger Dashboard.

Rant Rant Rant

Need to set things straight here. I cannot get too close to a person whom I'm not romantically inclined to. I just can't; I always make the sameee mistake and when I realise I need to back off, the other party sees it as a drastic change. Look, I don't want to send the wrong signals to you and so I'm backing out a little bit.

And you think it's a huge difference when it's not. I'm still talking to you, aren't I?

Here, call me selfish, but I think that this is good for our friendship. Seriously.


Gosh, now I know how he feels.

12.3.2011

My sis is officially married.
And now I have an awesome bro-in-law. =)

The Unspoken Words.

Dear YOU,

Let’s begin with the clichéd “How’s life?” because I really do not know what’s going over there with you. It’s been a long time since we’ve last talked or communicated or whatever you call it when we interact. Anyway, I would admit blatantly that whatever that happened between us is totally my fault; although I believe what caused me to do what I did was 75% your fault. Okay. I’d stop that.

So what happened when we totally cut off of all communication was … a lot. A lot happened when we stopped interacting with each other. Ups and downs, merry go rounds; and all I wanted to do was share the moments with you. I miss you absolutely, as a friend of course, my friend. Somehow sometimes you can be a shoulder to cry on or a teddy bear to hug, and other times you can be a, well, not so nice person. We only had like, what, two years where we knew each other and that one year where we actually bonded. You – the most unlikely person ever. Or maybe I was just too preoccupied with something else at the time.

Come to think of it, I was preoccupied with something else at the time. Being the stubborn me, I didn’t see how nice of a person you were; and you being you, came on too strong I guess. Ahh, the good old times. How naïve we were.

And we had two beautiful months. I had two beautiful months; I’m not sure if I could say the same for you. And that stuck ever since. But enough of that. I’d like my buddy back.

It’s impossible – the situation that we’re in – it’s impossible that it could ever happen. But it did. It does. And I wonder, every day I wonder: how did this ever happen? My question does not get answered, but I’d like to think it has not yet been answered. Or maybe there is no answer. But, I think two years is more than enough to hold back what I really meant to say when I decided to stop interacting with you – I’m sorry.

Hoppity Hop Hop~

Went gown-hunting today.
I found my bridesmaid dress! =)

The Love Day~

It's Valentine's.
My Sis received a bouquet of red roses from her hubby again.
I think it's super sweet. =)
Dad doesn't buy roses for Mum so when Mum asked for her bouquet, Dad just said my bro-in-law was not macho.
Guys + flowers don't mix, get the joke? =.=
Hahaha kinda weird joke, I know.

And me?
Celebrating Singles' Awareness Day today. Oh and I had exams too.
So when everyone is singing some sappy love tune, I'm singing along to Back to December.
Sorta have a story in mind already, to those lyrics; I can really relate to her.
Haaahahaha!

Okay I'm gonna stop here.

It's J Day!

In the Law Library now.

Mooting 2 all the way!

Hectic.

Books. Are. Everywhere.
Everywhere.

Doggie Woggie Link~

So, can I has a cheezburger now?

Fairytale~

My bro-in-law proposed to my Sis yesterday. Yes, they were registered last year, and technically, they're married in the eyes of law; though customarily, everyone has not "seen her in her wedding dress yet" as my Mum puts it.

Long story short, he got down on his knees and asked her to marry him. *dreamy look* Now she has a gorgeous bling on her finger...again.

A bouquet of red roses. The way to a girl's heart. =)

They were standing there, forced into a circumstance that cannot be avoided. They were standing there, albeit far away and on different ends. She tried to peek at what was going on in front.

“Hmm, where is everybody?” the actor was saying.

She looked over at his side. He was trying to stay as far away from her as possible; it was as if she was so diseased. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t risk letting everyone know what she wanted to say over the speakers.

“Why are you staying away from me? I’m sorry of how I treated you before…” She fought the urge to blab it out.


She held his hand. He grabbed hers tightly. Her heart skipped a beat. I must be the luckiest girl on earth right now, she thought.

I want to see your pictures, he said. No! she objected. He ignored her and they walked towards the wall, hand-in-hand – she, trying to stop him but he playfully dragged her on with him.

She covered his eyes with her hands. They laughed. He yanked her hands away and held them tightly in his. She hugged him from behind. This, she thought to herself, would be the perfect picture.

After a while, she pulled him away and – towards her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, falling even deeper for one another. I could do this forever, she thought…


She took a deep breath. She looked over at him again. He was facing the opposite direction, not even wanting to look at her or to wish her luck. She knew she couldn’t have any distractions now. It was, indeed, her time to shine.

She adjusted her microphone and walked out onto the stage…


Baby, I was naive
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance.
My mistake,
I didn't know to be in love
You had to fight to have the upper hand.

Attn: Lim Su Ann!

Ann,

I know I've promised you since that day but I've only got the time today. Sorry!
You're probably in a lot of pain right now; so get well soon, okay.
Here's the thing you've wanted to see so badly.
Don't laugh kay.










Eeps! I have that one-big-one-small eyes effect.
So haha hope this cheered you up a little. =)
Get lots of rest and don't move so much.

Loves,
Melly.

The Quote for Today is...

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe

Chinese New Year - Past, Present and Future~

It was 9 something in the morning. My eldest aunt and her husband were in the room. My father signalled to my sister and I to go into that room. At first, I looked around, scared - the bed next to my grandma's held a man who was so very ill. But then I soon realized that my grandma was the same, if not worse.

Uncle Kuna was reciting a short prayer for grandma by her side. When I saw her, I couldn't control my tears: she was gasping for air, so very gasping for dear air. She had an oxygen mask, but it didn't look like it was helping her very much, if at all.

"Shhh," was all my sister could say while rubbing my back. I clasped my hands over my mouth to soften the sobs - what seemed like a futile action. Pa finally took us out of the room.

He told us that the doctor had said that grandma would only be around for just a few more days.
We finally accepted the truth, after two weeks of sheer suspense.

My eldest uncle and his wife, my eldest aunt and her husband, Pa, my sister and I were waiting at the corridor of the hospital. Within that five hours we were there, my external family: granduncles, grandaunts and all, came to visit grandma for the last time.

Since there was nothing much we could do, someone suggested we went home to rest. We decided to go to my second aunt's house in Cheng.

It was 3.30pm. We were having tea break - currypuffs, goreng pisang and coffee. Everyone looked beat. 10 minutes later, De Kor's phone started ringing.

"Hello?" She answered. That was all she could say. She started to wail and dropped to the floor, phone flung off. That was when it all sank in. Everyone knew what exactly the caller on the other line had told her. My sister and I tried to comfort De Kor but to no avail. Everyone there started wiping their eyes on the sleeves of their shirts. After what seemed like forever, De Kor started to calm down. Uncle Kuna recited a prayer for all of us.

On the 19th of February, 2010 at 3.40pm, the 6th day of Chinese New Year, my beloved grandmother had passed away.



Chinese New Years are always special to me. I look forward to it every year just because all my aunts and uncles came back from outstation and the reunion dinners always were exciting. We were always wondering what 4th grandaunt would prepare for us.

Every year since forever (since I can ever remember; this tradition dates back to when my father was dating my mother, or even when my father was still a kid), we would all gather in my grandparents' place in Limbongan on the first morning of New Year's to go visit all my relatives (granduncles and grandaunts from both sides of my paternal grandparents). We had developed this little sequence, and every year it would be the same or there would be a little difference on which house we went to first, but every house that we visited each year would not be missed.

Usually, the sequence goes like this:
Firstly, we went to my eldest granduncle's house in Tangga Batu. Next, we would visit what we call "The House on the Hill", not far off my eldest granduncle's house. This is where grandma would always pray at - the altar of the house.

Thirdly, to Lao Sa Chek's house (3rd granduncle). This house, we call it the "Chinese Tea house" because Lao Sa Chek would always serve us chinese tea, different from the other houses that we usually visit. Then, we would visit Lao Tua Kor (eldest grandaunt) in Bukit Rambai.

These granduncles and grandaunts of mine mentioned here are from my grandfather's side. On the first day of Chinese New Year, we would never have to worry about lunch because my grandaunt or granduncle from my grandmother's side would always prepare for us.

I would always hear from my friends (after school reopens) that they received so and so amount as their angpao money (which is a lot, like RM700-RM1000 even). Although we visit many houses during Chinese New Year, albeit the number of angpaos I receive, the amount does not reach the ones as stated by my friends. But I'm not complaining; I love the fact that I actually do visit my relatives during the time of joy. Some people don't even get to experience what I've gone through, which is so much fun.



This year, I would not be celebrating Chinese New Year.
Pa even said that from now on, Chinese New Years are not going to be the same as before, as our rock has gone.
But I will always remember it as being a festival which brings the family so much closer together. =)

Rest in peace, grandma.
You'll forever be in our hearts.

"No boarding pass required. Seatbelt optional."

I'll have to admit. I rarely read Malaysian-made stories. The only other time I bought a book from a Malaysian author was "Sweetheart from hell" by May-Zhee Lim. Her vocab is indeed powerful, but plotwise? Errr, not so much. =/

But then my bro-in-law bought this book:


I thought the cover was pretty cute. And then I realized that the book was a short-story compilation about the author's days of being an air stewardess.

I like short-story books. Somehow they make you feel all quaint on the inside. =P

Madness Aboard is actually the sequel to this:


But bro-in-law bought the books in the wrong sequence. Which totally doesn't matter 'cause all the stories are unrelated to one another.

Both books feature stories like how the stewards might prepare the passengers' food (especially when you are nasty to them), how they handle a situation when someone passes away onboard, whether a plane is haunted or not, etc.

Yvonne also explains how the job of a stewardess is not all singing the "coffee-or-tea rhapsody" (as she puts it).

These books are awesome in that they showcase the life of a stewardess and what actually goes on in aeroplanes (and off).

Awesome reads. Especially when you're travelling on a plane and was thinking of being nasty to the air crew. =)

Happy Happy Happy New Year '11, ya'll!!!