BeAuTy ON FiRe

I’ll always remember..it was late afternoon
It lasted forever and ended so soon..
You were all by yourself..staring up at a dark grey sky..
I was changed..
CRY~Mandy Moore

I dunno wat got into me..but I have a longing to listen to all of the songs that i’ve evolved in.Songs that are undeniably unforgetable. All of a sudden this feeling leaves me with old time memories. Listening to Backstreet Boys with their latest song didn’t hit me as much as "I want it that way" back in the nineties..(wow, the mention of ‘nineties’ seem like it was ages ago..like really ancient..hahah).Wonder wat happened to The Moffats, Gil, Billie, 911..wow..those were the times when i was a struggling teenager who hated homeworks, came late to school(almost every morning), and it was the time when getting my driving liscence was the happiest day of my life! It  was also the stage where talking to the opposite sex was a torture and handphones were close to non-existence. Only rich kids can afford handphones.So i thought.
Well, it sounds so lame rite?pathetic? No, i think not. It’s just amazing..how we can get this far..how things are far different now.Without the past (as awful as it may seem), there will be no future..Those songs from the nineties gave me a sense of appreciation of the colors of our lives.. Who i’ve met along the way and lost along the way.I’ll leave u with some of the songs..who knows u’ll find urself indulged in neverending nostalgia..huhuhu

This isn’t the first time..won’t be the last time..i surrender my soul coz ur always..keepin me waiting..anticipating..the dat we find love once again..
911~The day we find love

You got my body shaking..sends a shiver to my soul…
911~Body shaking

Whoooo..oo..mysterious girl..i wana get close to u..
Peter Andre~myterious girl

This is our song..ooohh..this is the song we’ll remember forever and ever..it means to you wat it mean to me..so from this moment on..
Code Red~This is our song

I miss you like crazy..even more than words can say..i miss you..like crazy
The Moffats~Miss u like crazy

If you only knew that I’m crazy for u..then u’ll understand..if i only knew wat ur goin thru..then i’ll understand..
Gil~If u only knew..

I need some love like i never needed love b4..gona make love to u baby..i had a little love..now i’m back for more..cos tonite is the nite when 2 become 1..
Spice girls~2 become 1

and lastly..my favourite song..
Wat can i do to make u love me..wat can i do to make u care….
wat can i say to make u feel this..wat can i do to get u there
The Corrs~Wat can i do

lallalallalalallala…hahahhaha…
well here i am..back in da blog! Miss me? Happy Gawai to all..
Finally after a long time..i’m able to enjoy my days without working. And it’s worth it.
My boss asked me before the gawai break,.."how are u gona spend ur gawai?going anywhere?"
I simply said, "I wish i have a longhouse to go home to"…but i don’t. It has been like a hidden mystery to me where actually my Iban roots originated from..emm, after a personal investigation, i conclude that it’s Lundu–>Siol kandis—>Stampin–>Nanas road west–>Linang estate—(wherever life leads us)—->heaven. So, do i make it clear?wateva!
Ahh,there’s always other ppl’s kpgs that i can go home to..Borneo Heights,Bawang…Jugan,Bau…hahah…ayoo..christie, missed u..but it’s ok..ur owez on my mind..don’t say i forgot abt u..at least i wish ur "mum-in law" happy gawai..heheh..surprisingly she still remembers me…and ur parents too…other than that i went to few other places dat i have no idea how to get there..blurr.but i was there anyway..Loved the whole journey!To my personal driver@bodyguard@translator@insrtuctor@entertainer@……er….@….thanks a lot!!
Yey!! having 2 days leave..for my 1st time..Hahhaa..take dat..loads of work in the lab!..and i’m not there…hehhe
Just for ur info. i’m sort of watching a Thai horror movie.."ghost of mae nak.." or sumthing like dat…it’s so STUPID..all cerita hantu are stupid for me anyway..i can never…ever,…be frightened by those silly ghosts..ahh..lame.But i do get chills watching alien movies..hahah..or any science fiction thriller..like the old time stuff.."the Fly"..and anything related to spiders or bugs!!my goodness…"species".. just hate dat! Grosss!!! u know wat i mean…

Feel like a Wo-Man!!haahah…yesterday was the launching of my mum’s book,"women who inspire"…and no, I’m not one of them…yet.
Feels great to see all the ladies..admirable, glamarous and respectable…ayaa..will talk abt dat soon…I’m abt to rush for brunch now..took sick leave 2day…gastricitis…but I’m negative for H.pylorii i wana thank the Lord for evrything dat goes on in my life…Happiness is my choice…heard dat on the radio.."2day u have 2 choices..u can choose to be happy or let other ppl or other things pull u down". I keep reminding myself..make the rite choice..choose HAPPINESS. Orite,, i do get sum emotions once in a while, who doesn’t. But!! i will make sure it will only last a day (max.)..before the sun goes down. Prolonged depression will lead to physical distresss!@@$#@#%…just kidding.
Btw, Good morning to mr cute pinggul…i know ur feeling better today..get the remedies from me..k,  Muahh

Lunch:chicken
Dinner: chicken
the next day:chicken…chicken rice, chicken soup, fried chicken….

I have been stuffing myself with chicken DNA. Feels like my entire cells are now composed as a result of catabolism of chicken meat. My goodness..have i tried to avoid chicken but it’s hard…most meals will have chicken in it, and whenever i tried to select ‘non-chicken associated’ food..i found my options limited.Oh boy..i’m just tired of chicken..
Speaking of chicken..i once watched "chicken run". As an insensitive movie audience, i hardly shed tears in any movie. However, to my surprise, i actually find "chicken run" a deeply moving movie. I almost couldn’t bear to watch it till the end. In that movie, chickens are like slaves waiting to be slaughtered by their owner to be served as a delicious meal on our table. They lay eggs only to give it away. One day, a rooster landed on their farm. Apparently the rooster is a refugee trying to escape from the circus. All the chicken community put their hope on that rooster. They thought that rooster can fly.And that he is their hope to escape and experience true freedom. Rooster tricked them all along(rooster can’t fly la) till one day the chickens discovered the truth and there goes their dreams of freedom.Ooowwh…this is heartbreaking.
The first thought that came to my mind (which i assume the moral of the story) was this: "Don’t wanna eat chicken anymore lah"

wow.."Kuching Food.." received good response from my frens. You’ll never know that you’re not alone in this issue till you speak up. I have lost count on how many horrific encounters i have experienced with food. It could get so bad that we are eating as though we are doing it for Fear Factor. Lillian, your comment is an honest one..hehe..Lillian,cat,elaine and I have eaten at this place (named after its founder, a celebrity..u guess,dah closed down kat Kch, sik laku bah)..i remember we ordered macarony and cheese. I have always been a fan of cheese..but uh-uh..not that time. We savoured our macarony expecting it to taste as delicious as it looked. Ok, to our shock, it smelled like "bau bangkai"(quoted from Lillian)..we almost spit it all out. As usual we burst out laughing! How on earth could it taste dat bad? Well. as a microbiologist, I assume that the cheese had been invaded by a mutated fungi which failed to metabolise the cheese into its normal structure and smell..(which landed into our mouths, eeww).
Once, i ordered Bak Kut Teh. It was quite expensive- RM5. So, i thought for that kind of price, it must be a good meal. Here it came..sent by the tauke, and placed on my table. My eyes popped out and i was confused. The RM5 Bak Kut Teh was almost 90% soup, with a few ‘dead’ leaves floating on it and to see wat was inside, i had to dig in the soupy pot with my spoon and found abt 2 small pieces of hardened meat sunk deep inside the claypot…I said to my mum, "that’s it?" And my mum was so disappointed that she called the tauke and returned the Bak Kut Teh (got our money back).
Sometimes, looks  can be deceiving. You enter into this fancy restaurant, serenaded by classical Italian music and welcomed by uniformed waitresses. Wow, this looks impressive. We had a seat. My fren ordered durian cheese cake (i have no idea y)heheh..and my other adventurous fren oredered Green tea cheesecake. As for me..there’s nothing i would love more than a chocolate cake. We tasted each other’s cakes. The weirdest one was the durian cheesecake which tasted like durian itself..durian shaped into a triangular cake.In that case better eat the original durian at my house..haha. My chocolate cake was a bit dry and did not really smell like coco but more like Milo. Hhuhuhuhu…The greentea cake was strangely sweet with no distinct aroma..just so green-looking (i don’t like the color green ).Oh ya..the mozarella cheesesticks..it was ok la..similar to Penang Lok lok...hahaha…better eat lok lok!!!
pheww…so many stories.. I duno why it happens so frequently..I can make nice and decent cheesecakes myself (honestly…seriously). Just dat i malas buat la..now i think it’s better to do it yourself.hmm….seems like i’m slowly becoming a food critic…

Wat to eat??Where are we going?? The answer is- I dunno!!! Wat’s wrong with our food? Kolo mee doesn’t taste like the original one,laksa can be too diluted, Roti canai looks pale and tasteless, kueh tiaw…too oily, chicken rice…not enuff chicken..wat else, arrhh..name it…maybe i’ve been going to all the wrong places..but dis means dat MOST places offer this kind of food..it’s pathetic. There are only a few eating outlets that serve good food nowadays. And the poor customer has to eat the cincai-cooked food just to fill his/her tummy and worst, having to pay for it. A kuching fren of mine who lives in KL recently got back and wanted to eat her favourite tomato kueh tiaw. She was surprised to find out that the kueh tiaw had lost its original tomato gravy thickness and its aroma. Wat a pity..i, for sure have tasted WORST. Well, dat’s 1 reason dat i get sulky sumtimes whenever i go out to eat..it really can make u stressfull. Am i dat picky?? I have eaten with relatives and frens at an outlet. When we were done eating..our table was still loaded with leftovers..some looked untouched. So, how could they do dis kind of business…to me, i feel cheated. We should have food-detectives to look after this issue..and get the guilty ones arrested..it’s really bugging me. Everytime i go out and eat, I no longer expect to eat good food, but rather accept the fact dat it’s ‘normal’ to eat those lousy food..dat’s tragic stuff! Man, i’m pissed off now.

Here comes 2006.We all add another year to our life. Time is consuming me..it’s almost drowning me. There are too many things to do, to achieve and even to get rid of. For some, it’s a year of getting matured and commited(to watever). Being a matured person like me (haha..yes,i’m actually matured-inside my mind), i find dat the more matured i grow, the more i wanna have fun. Oh no..it’s time to settle down,be serious in many things. Somehow, i just enjoy being myself. Maybe as we become more mature, we just enter into a more comfortable zone…unlike those terrifying teenage years where everything seems like a big deal…(at least for me). So, to conclude, don’t make urself older just becos it’s another year..instead, make urself "newer’ and fresher…happier,fun,and more fun as we are born ONCE, we are at this current age,ONCE…in this short…sot life..bubyeee..thanks for reading..

Happy new year and may these close fens listed below will enjoy a fullfilling life :

Elaine-Christie-Lillian-Norin-Lina-Lena-Ivy-Angelyn-Cat-jenn-musa-bill-lest-bruce-mae-nasa-vero——–
Frens —–> Marians,UPM,Matrix,SIB serdang,SBC,SKF and GB

Ku Bersujud (Sidney Mohede)

Sudah lama kujalani
Hidup yang tak berarti
Dan hatiku tak mengerti
Mengapa semua terjadi

Namun Kau menemukanku
Dan Kau angkat wajahku
Engkau berikan hidupMu
Beri pengharapan baru

Ku bersujud..Ku bersujud 
Izinkan ku berserah di kaki MU
Ku bersujud..oh..Ku bersujud
Kerna ku tahu Kau lah kekuatan ku
Ku bersujud

——–it’s all abt Jesus————>>

Well, as requested by millions of my blog’s fans (rite), I have returned with Kuching’s latest and happening news (at least for us, marians). Yup, the Marian Reunion, class of 99 was held recently.
First of all, I would like to thank the organisers especially Mae who worked hard for it.."thanks Mae!"

Despite our different life tracks, degrees, careers and status, I realized that WE NEVER CHANGE!!!
Even with our updated looks and images, certain behaviors still remain..when we come together.
When I left school, I spent time adapting, transforming, and mixing with new friends and environment. It seemed exciting and challenging. The reunion just gave me the chance to finally be myself, with my extraordinary friends..I believe they too, felt the same way. hhhaaaaa…such a relief..it’s just us…eventhough we have not seen each other like a hundred years ago, with just a glance- instant connection! I can’t explain its mechanism but I believe there’s a psycological explaination to it…

………………………………to be continued

"What’s your race?"
"Iban"
Well, that question has always been a hard one for me. Yeah rite I’m iban but everytime one sees my name…which sounds more like the a name that originates somewhere from the ancient days of Parameswara or Puteri Gunung Wateva. Orite, orite, I’m not pure Iban…I’m MIXED..all messed up. Apparently, I am a Batak(heard of it?), i forgive u of your poor ecological knowledge. It’s a race from Sumatera, Indonesia…and yes, I’m partly Indon!! Wish I could speak my native language and prove it to you.Tapi, wa behiau kong laaa…(grandma biologically Chinese).
So, the story of the week….Yahooooo…I have indulged myself in Iban Culture. Wow..Improved my iban language, knowledge…and everything Iban dat u can imagine. Thanks to my dear fren Jennifer who’s doing her research on the Iban subject. It was a priviledge to be able to assist her with the research. I can’t believe dat I had NEVER…everrrr dressed up in Iban costume…apalagi Batak costume…Gi mana ya…? haiii….when will i have the chance to do dat?? Growing up…I don’t exactly have a cultural identity..However, I am happy with wat I am. I guess in this way, I learned to adapt to any culture,race,.. without feeling dat racial sensitivity..I’m totally immuned to dat.
Aku deka jako Iban tu, hehhe tu meh 1st time aku tulis dalam Iban ba blog aku. ehe..testing jak. Aku suka meda motif tatoo Iban nya…mayoh design Iban manah2. Tapi urang Iban nadai nemu promote ngau mengembangkan design sidak…Huopully (hopefully), muor (more) iban pipal (people) will appreciate la..the iban culcha (culture) in the iban cuomiunitei (community).

Wow…I’m Soooo IBAN rite Now…wooh