Tails or Tales…

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~meowz~

Your results:
You are Dark Phoenix

Dark Phoenix 67% The Joker 66% Mystique 66% Riddler 65% Dr. Doom 64% Poison Ivy 64% Magneto 63% Catwoman 63% Green Goblin 62% Apocalypse 61% Lex Luthor 59% Kingpin 59% Mr. Freeze 55% Two-Face 54% Juggernaut 50% Venom 47%

A prime example of emotional extremes: Passion and fury incarnate.

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HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU 1ST…

1.Fell in love
# 17

2. Lost someone close to you
# 20

3. Drank alcohol
# when i was weeeeeeeee high.. *dunno*

4. Smoked
# 15

5. Got kissed
# baby

6. Went to the hospital
# baby

7. Got your heart broken?
# 16

8. Lost a pet
# 7

9. Got arrested
# 16

11. Broken a bone
# 24

12. Got a job
# 14

13. Got cheated on
# 22

14. Rode the city bus alone?
# 13

15. Went to a concert?
# 5

17. Got a cell phone
# 17

18. Snuck out of the house
# 19

19. Drove a car
# 15

20. How old are you now?
# 26

say what~??

well, evil bunny and i were on our regular wed nite spree of the alcohols.. and ended up at our regular oh-so-posh club just at the edge of the city

because it is situated in a hotel

because it has loads of mat sallehs

because their drinks cost about 30-50% more than normal prices…

it’s acceptable if u have the money to spend, expensive when u don’t have enough

the band there isn’t too bad, very lively and full with energy, singing songs that you would love singing along to, jiving along to, and sometimes grooving along too.

also i’m there to sneak a peak at this yummy looking dj which has this absolutely charming energy about him… 

last week i was there, i requested for a song, let’s get loud by jlo.. and last nite, they played it specially for us. having a ball dancing where we were sitting, hip & booty jive shaking to the beat, i was suddenly grabbed by the hands and dragged to the dancefloor by this balding looking white dude who was sitting a couple of seats away from us.

so i oblidge.. although i did turn back to face my friends in hope for help, they were more amused than having any intentions to come rescue me..

needless to say, he spoiled my mood (a tad little bit), plus i have a policy not to dance with strangers.. fortunately for him, he was a harmless drunk that just wanted some fun on the dancefloor.. his friend tried to make a move on evil bunny, which she taichi-ed over to me *smirk*.

i came back to the seat, with intentions of having another ciggie and a drink to calm my nerves of sudden panic a while earlier.. the dude said i should dance with his friend again.. apparently, he’s a very rich englishman..

with a raised eyebrow, i said, “so?” and turn away to pay some attention to the dj instead.. *grinning*

true to her name, evil bunny decided to play games with this dude, making the remarks that he did, and made him depressed for the fact that just because he had a lot of money, doesn’t mean the gals don’t either… and more, for that matter.. *evil laugh*

the male lead singer of the band, yogi (apparently, his mom was inspired by yogi bear) came and joined us, nicking tidbits from our bowl.. and while evil bunny was doing her evil deed, i was bitching with yogi about that drunk who was pulling almost all the girls out onto the dance floor to dance.. the drunk gave the female lead singer a hard time just earlier during their last song for that set..

finally, the end of the nite, sashaying out of the club to the sounds of september by earth, wind & fire… *whistles*

i would say that i’ve just had one of the most disturbing eye opening weekend to…

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let’s talk about the good bits first. last weekend, i went back to my hometown, sitiawan, to meet some family which i’ve never met before in my life. why?

here’s the story, my grampa married two wives, my gramma is the second wife.. i never met the first wive, there for i never met the rest of the auntie uncle cousins that came along with them..

back up, back up..

here i am, excited as ever as i’ve not been back to sitiawan with my family for ages, and those days weren’t even the ones where we didn’t even visit family.

we took the coastal road up to sitiawan all the way. interesting, as all i got to see was kampung, kampung, and more kampung…

so ok.. upon reaching sitiawan, the first thing my dad did was to take us to his step sister’s house in this little town called kampong koh.. yes, the kampong koh that produces one of the best bottled chillies i’ve ever tasted…

and a little later on, we were passing through kampong koh, which is about a 2mile stretch road, into sitiawan "city" centre to check into the hotel..

en route, we got to see some interesting sights of the town, which my father started telling us stories..

this is my father’s school….

SMK Methodist (ACS) Sitiawan

established in 1903, more than a hundred years old…..

this little shoplot.. sitiawan surgery.. apparently was the only clinic during my father’s days in town… show’s how old the doc prob is now..

ok, my father was like an expectant little boy, looking at how the world has changed around him… so many things stayed the same.. so many things changed.. it was a side of him i’ve not really seen before, except when he’s sailing

we arrived at hotel flamingo.. it is not one of the best looking hotels i’ve seen, but is one of the only two hotels in sitiawan.. the other was crystal hotel.. both two stars, so don’t even bother..

we came back to sitiawan for two reasons that weekend..

1) my gramma’s huge b’day celebration with the whole family, and i mean whole family…

2) for my brother and i to visit my grampa and 1st gramma’s urns at the temple. it was, afterall qing ming weekend..

(thanks to my limit of picture upload to friendster, the pix from here on will be in my next posting)

we got to this restaurant called a go-go (wtf??) with 10 tables, and an interesting table setting arrangement.. it wasn’t set around the table in front of the 10 seats that we normally see in hotels.. it was an organised display of clutter on the table with a pattern to boot.. hmmmmmm..

our table was the only table that didn’t speak our mother tongue (hock chiu, the native language of the fu chow clan) and thus, we kinda stuck together..

of course we did our little rounds of meeting all our auntie uncle cousins, the whole "aw" clan… and wow, we had at least 7 tables worth of immediate family…

(just thinking bout how my wedding would be like if i have to invite both mum’s & dad’s immediate family. that alone will take up 25 tables… what about my and my parents’ friends??? that would be another 10 tables at least.. ok, whoever you hubby to be, be prepared to spend, or else we have to elope)

turns out, that my dad has about 8 siblings, just like my mom side.. and my father is the 3rd child.. my 1st gramma was in china when my grampa met my gramma.. it wasn’t till she came down to malaysia, that was when she started having more of the "aw" clan, by then, my gramma already had 3…

apparently, my brother and i are the youngest male and female grandchildren of the clan, as my father’s younger siblings married very young and started having family very early..

and i thought the ones younger looking that my bro and i were our cousins.. turns out to be our adorable nieces and nephews…

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i went to visit my 1st gramma & grampa’s urn at the temple.. i stood in front of his niche and was shocked as to discover that my gramps passed away when i was 4 yrs old..

i always thought that both my gramps passed on before i was even born..

this was a very disturbing thought.. not because the rest of my cousins has met grampa.. but because my grampa has never seen or heard of me before.. and needless to say, i was disappointed..

i wanted to confront my father about this, i wanted to know why i was denied the knowledge of my gramp’s death or why i’ve never met him before.. i felt denied of that privilege to get to ‘know’ one of the most important relative in my life..

i didn’t, of course.. i suppose he had his reasons for shutting grampa out of his life, and it would just as disturbing to bring it up for him.. maybe when i’m a little older, i’ll know the truth..

mayb…

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grampa, gramma… i’m home now. i’ve finally visited you.. rest in peace..

had a blast at hard rock celebrating one our friend’s bday…

here are some pictures (worthy of publishing… click here)

have kept the ones where i was shit faced private… u want them… huh tough luck :p

i’ve learnt that i’m an attention junkie.. i ‘like’ getting noticed even though i’m don’t notice i’m being noticed…

i’ve learnt that my office is breeding penguins, cause i can’t seem to get the right temperature so i don’t freeze over

i’ve learnt that planning to host a bunch of foreigners can be quite stressful, especially when they don’t know directions and ways around town…

i’ve learnt that being lazy is a choice.. and i’m making that choice now.. (i love being lazy)

~meowz~

When you are alone you are not alone, you are simply lonely - and there is a tremendous difference between loneliness and aloneness. When you are lonely you are thinking of the other, you are missing the other.

Loneliness is a negative state. You are feeling that it would have been better if the other were there - your friend, your wife, your mother, your beloved, your husband. It would have been good if the other were there, but the other is not. Loneliness is absence of the other.

Aloneness is the presence of oneself. Aloneness is very positive. It is a presence, overflowing presence. You are so full of presence that you can fill the whole universe with your presence and there is no need for anybody.

- Osho The Discipline of Transcendence, Volume 1 Chapter 2

Commentary:

When there is no "significant other" in our lives we can either be lonely, or enjoy the freedom that solitude brings. When we find no support among others for our deeply felt truths, we can either feel isolated and bitter, or celebrate the fact that our vision is strong enough even to survive the powerful human need for the approval of family, friends or colleagues.

If you are facing such a situation now, be aware of how you are choosing to view your "aloneness" and take responsibility for the choice you have made.

The humble figure in this card glows with a light that emanates from within. One of Gautam Buddha’s most significant contributions to the spiritual life of humankind was to insist to his disciples, "Be a light unto yourself." Ultimately, each of us must develop within ourselves the capacity to make our way through the darkness without any companions, maps or guide.

apparently you have to be two things… one isn’t enough…

1)  you’re from limkokwing…

2)  you’re from smk du/dj/ttdi/some international school…

if i knew that this was the pre-requisite to being popular, i would have dressed smarter, smiled more, practice my dance moves, slimmed down and make my princess wave smoother..

as i walked into one of the local clubs in my area, i bump into some of the usual lot and then some.. and needless to say got the usual hellos’ and muah-muah’s

and then i realised that the slightly more livelier bunch had the pre-requisites above.. and right there in the group was where i stood, looking underdressed and understated.. didn’t need to stand out like a sore thumb, or in this case, shine like the rest of them..

as i tried to remember their names, as i did with their faces, being the nobody i was in school didn’t matter as i was recognised anyways.. apparently, i stood out in school, one of those gals that got second glances, despite my gawky features and geeky glasses still am, in fact..

really now…. hmmmmm

i once told someone that i don’t go to clubs to be recognised and i give a flying fuck who’s there either.. 

on a regular nite, i no longer bother to call the people to go out, and just roam around town, have my drink and bump into some people i know..

and its become a superficial routine..

with a superficial catitude….

just lost two ports… bar flams has closed down, and earth has been ‘revamped’..