what can i say~ January 13, 2010

 

oh man everybody check out our facebook profile pictures.

wendy’s facebook:

 

                                                                                                         winnie’s facebook:

somehow we have each other on our profile pic,

abit mushy eh,

i bet she put that cause she looks nice in that pic,

but oh well, she always does,

what can i say…..

and for the viewership of joannelee keithlim and hohei as promised,

something that got me HIGH at 5am:

    

it reads “you keep dreams burning”  !!!

look at the effect of the candle man… high high high~

 

 

and before dolling up:  

already classy, but its always good to have a different style. =)

oh in any case, that was a wedding present for a GORGEOUS GORGEOUS BRIDE that i got to know at Beautiful People, no wonder she’s there. (oh, no wonder i am too) 

she’s really crazy though, so it was a hilarious wedding dinner.

and it was really good spending time and effort for her,

since i dont think she expects a young little gal to give big ang bao or something.

and before i have lots of money that i can buy many things, i wanna do many things that even lots of money cant buy.

on a side note,

just heard from my sis of a suicide case of a uni student.

this is the second case I’VE HEARD OF in the past month of  teenage girls who jumped to their deaths.

and for those i’ve not heard of:

according to Global Health Organisation (WHO), of the 132,423 deaths of young people in the 90 countries,

suicide accounted for 9.1%, that’s approximately 12,050 lives,

12,050 lives who felt so helpless they couldnt find any answer within their reach,

that the only answer was death.

12,050 lives who admitted defeat to the fierce inner battles ongoing beneath the clowny facade they use every ounce of strength to carry.

12,050 lives that might have thought  they dont mean enough to people who loved them deeply to live on, and not deserving the insurmountable pain in the hearts of even those that seem far away from them.

i dont exactly know how to respond to this,

after catching my heart from a hard sink.

neither do i know how to not create a big fussy emotional stir and then live like a numb hollow soul the next day that finds it hard to even lift a smile to the bus driver.

been thinking about all the recent talks over carrying the world in our hearts.

there’s a big world out there, so it’s said.

not a single cell in my being would question that,

but some tiny question marks leap up and pop

“so what if the world is big?”

“i’m still small isnt it?”

“what difference can a small tiny good heart standing admist the big gloabe make?”

well, i’ve heard people say “one man can change the world”

for this, im not sure how to fully grasp it.

what i know of,

is the crazy helplessness that dawns upon one who opens up mind and eyes,

to take a peak into the whole wide world,

only to question,

so what can i do about it?!

perhaps,

at this stage,

carrying the world in our hearts is still a personal phenomenon.

it doesnt mean we’re required to do anything beyond our reach.

but perhaps it starts from really little things like,

giving thanks for waking up to a fresh new day

living each day like a gift

finishing whatever’s on our plate

carry a smile and walk with a bounce

knowing its a HUGE privilege to be able to study

and,

be the most sincere we can, to un-numb some hearts

look deep into the hearts of people, and tell them the potential they carry

be liberated of our own fears, and give permission to others to be set free

offer a hug, a pat, a prayer, a message whenever we can, to lift up any soul that has lost hope

and slowly,

we notice there would be an army of tiny hearts,

ready to penetrate into the whole wide world,

to scoop up falling souls,

to present an answer so reachable,

and let every heart know they are loved beyond what they’ve done/not done.

perhaps carrying the world in our hearts takes us to first carry our own world outside of our hearts.

The angel who hid her wings December 18, 2009

a good talk never fails to make me hum the familiar tune

“everything that seems to matter, gets cast aside for a better truth”

thanks sis for the swim,

and letting me laugh at your “trying hard” face.

and the deep deep talk that turned our hands into raisins.

there’re a thousand reasons why you should give up,

but you’re stubborn in the things you believe.

when people ask me who are my good friends,

you’re definitely one of the names.

praying for you yea!

Because every girl has a dream. November 15, 2009

guess it’s time to share a little about this cause it’s becoming more and more a part of my life. =)

it’s been about 3 months i’ve volunteered with Beautiful People

and every thought of it lifts the fishballs on my cheeks right close to my eye bags.

“because every girl has a dream”

just calls something out in me.

well of course i dont think i’m that much of a feminist,

but quoting the founder (who btw is a real driven woman)

” if we want impacts to go down generations, we gotta influence the mothers of the next generation”

never saw it that way before.

it started off with a selfish reason to help myself keep in touch with the soft spot in my heart,

but it’s not just about that.

so we work with teenage girls, mostly from social homes

deserving a second chance,

deserving better family conditions.

so this time round its a project tied up with Hermes!

providing the girls with experiences and opportunities,

opening up their scope of life,

preparing for them to integrate back to the society,

knowing that the world hasnt closed doors at them,

they shouldnt as well.

read this!

beautiful beautiful scarfs for photo takings!

i heard the cheapest is $600! and theres one thousand two.

crazy!

the postcards!

so people like me,

volunteer as Big sisters,

to extend a hand of friendship,

avail a source of help,

and offer what otherwise they cant get from elsewhere.

and so,

this is my Little sister!

yuyul =)

the trios in our mini groupie=)

that’s Fadilah on the left!

the coolios on duty that day! *tags siti on the top left

and fellow big sister Melanie on bottom left.

thank you friends,

for reminding me the thrill of receiving a piece of chocolate.

you’ve not seen yourselves as victims but instead,

your dream is to “provide for my family”

i wonder how many of the grown ups have forgotten about this.

you do not even know us,

but yet you embraced us with child-like warmth.

Every fortnight thursdays,

my feet walk with a bounce and

my heart secretly looks forward to meeting you girls at 8pm.

you’ve shown me the courage to stand up and admit to mistakes,

and the humility to receive care and help.

As you search for the keys to unlock your dreams,

dont forget to guard it fiercely,

so nothing else could steal it away. =)

get out, get into. October 31, 2009

“it’s not about opening up your life, but walking into some others’ “

never knew it could have so much influence on me.

will get up, open that door, get out there, knock onto yours.

 

get a grip. September 30, 2009

when we get insecure about our own value,

we dismiss others’ efforts to appreciate the value within us.

random madam September 10, 2009

“if you attribute all the cause of the problem to yourself, you’ll never come to help solve the problems of others in the world.”

so, perhaps, “personal issue” isnt such a good excuse afterall.

Thank You… September 3, 2009

thank you for bringing the sang-est side out of me

thank you for accepting my age, my style, my weaknesses, my strengths, and my pretty looks that come together in a package

thank you for laughing at my jokes

thank you for being my friend

thank you for the allowance and space you give me to live out the best of me

thank you for your encouragements

thank you for your appreciations

thank you for giving the best of yourself to me

thank you for giving me your time

thank you for falling together with me and standing up again with me

thank you for allowing me to try new things, and giving yourself to test it out with me

thank you for forgiving my mistakes

thank you for not leaving the picture when things were the darkest

thank you for sharing with me your life and listening to my thoughts

thank you for your honest feedbacks and thoughts

thank you for trusting me that God has great plans for me

this is a me-centred thank you note,

but still,

thank you sissy,

for making me who i am.

Half the troubles August 24, 2009

May is troubled.

But she only want to share half the troubles with June.

 

June has an orange, she shared half with May.

May ate the orange, and told June half of the half troubles.

 

June divided the remaining half of the half orange, and gave it to May.

May ate the orange, and shared half of the remaining troubles to June.

 

June listened, and divided the orange in her hand into half, and gave it to May.

So May poured out the last tiny weeny bit of troubles to June, but just half of it.

 

June gave the last tiny little bit of orange to May – cause only a pinky bit of orange left, and cant be divided anymore,

so June gave all the remining slice of orange to May.

May nimbled on the tiny slice of orange, sourish, sweetish.

and decided to pour out the last tiny weeny mini bit of troubles to June.

 

Dusk is here and the sky is all dark,

May and June had to be home for dinner.

They dated each other to meet tomorrow evening,

so May could finish up the tiny weeny mini little bit of the leftover troubles,

and let June listen to everything.

 

June thought, maybe tomorrow,

i’ll bring a pomelo.

 

friends, i want to give you a piece of life, will you take it?

i just can’t forget him July 1, 2009

i guess he has totally stolen my heart..

it’s been ….

3 days..and i can’t seem to get over him..

when i lie on my bed,

my mind automatically opens a floodgate of memories,

and the vivid picture of how he made my heart jump.

when he brought me to the top of the mountain,

i grabbed him tightly,

not knowing what he would do next.

the next moment he lifted me off my seat,

i wanted to scream and shout but he stopped me.

after the breathtaking experience with him,

no one else seemed to be able to make my heart flutter a single bit,

i’m simply head over heels crazy about him.

so far, he’s the best.

 

random spices in life. June 19, 2009

daddy came back from hongkie today when i was about to mop the floor.

and he brought back this!

 

its a powerful pail whereby you step on the paddle and …

step step step

and the mop will be dry!

saves lotsa strength and prevents skin twisting as compared to the traditional mopping pail that requires twisting twisting.

He was very excited about it

and makes a perfect endorsement as a house-husband.

so indeed God loves me very much to let me be the first to experience the power of this pail.

and so i did…

 

 

 

this is life.

guess this is how we do our part to show that we care for the family.

i mean,

daddy’s job is talk business on phone and not hold a mop and sing,

and i guess its the few moments of joy and happiness on us house-wives-to-be that made him dig out that few tens of dollars for this.

i guess i can do something to show i care too.

 

though i can totally imagine the disapproval mummy might have towards this new member of the family,

i will continue to welcome it with warm and sincere hearts.

so its five mops from me!