Who’s right there every time you cry
Gonna sleep and wake up on your side
Endless love i always provide
They hatin on us and u should no why
But who’s be lovin you lately
Who’s willing to go half on a baby
Who who who’s trying to flag our ship
They just tryna get the love u give

But baby
Tell me what they know about my love
My love
x8

ooohhh

[Mariah Carey]
They don’t understand why ill never leave u
Explain my love? i don’t need to
Got everybody way up in our business
Cos leaving each other stay on their wish list? 
I see them reachin everytime u call me baby
They on my back like a shirt get off me baby
They don’t love me let them wonder why
Here to stay and they going bye bye
Who’s the one callin u baby
Who’s in love with your ass like crazy
Who who who’s tryna flag our ship
They just tryna get the love u give baby

Tell me what they know about my love
 Mylove
x 8

My love is your love
There ain’t nothing in this world that they can do to make me give u up
Oh baby you will always be my girl
So let them do whatever, say whatever
Cos i ain’t givin her up

Tell me what they know about my love
my love
x 8

So true.. some ppl should just mind their own business!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Latest addiction… used to be one of my fav song.. longgggggg time back… I feel old!!!

“When Love And Hate Collide”

You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Instead of slamming down the phone girl, for the hundredth time
I got your number on my wall, but I ain’t gonna make that call
When divided we stand baby, united we fall

Got the time got a chance gonna make it
Got my hands on your heart gonna take it
All I know I can’t fight this flame
You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Cause I’m crazy ’bout you baby, time after time

Without you
One night alone Is like a year without you baby
Do you have a heart of stone
Without you
Can’t stop the hurt inside
When love and hate collide

I don’t wanna fight no more, I don’t know what we’re fighting for
When we treat each other baby, like an act of war
I could tell a million lies and it would come as no surprise
When the truth is like a stranger, hits you right between the eyes

There’s a time and a place and a reason
And I know I got a love to believe in
All I know got to win this time

[Repeat Chorus]

[SOLO]

You could have a change of heart, if you would only change your mind
Cause I’m crazy ’bout you baby…Crazy…Crazy

Without you
One night alone
Is like a year without you baby
Do you have a heart of stone
Without you
One night alone
Is like a year without you baby
If you have a heart at all
Without you
Can’t stop the hurt inside
When love and hate collide

 Someone said Ive not been posting party pictures lately on my blog.. so here goes!

Sept ended finally. And Oct is treating me so good!!! Within the 1st 3 days itself I’ve got 2 new toys!! Yippedy yay!!!

1) Spanking new DiGicam. Canon Digital Ixus 100IS

Love love love love it!!!  Light, sleek, clear pics, what else can a gurl ask for.

http://www.canon.com.my/p/EN/114-Digital-Cameras/203-IXUS/842-Digital-IXUS-100-IS/

Some may not understand my obsession for taking pictures. But its just something that lights up my moments especially if its a group outing. And the joy of viewing those pics again after a long time, priceless. My philosophy has always been, every moment is worth capturing, regarless happy or sad ones. Going out without a digicam sometimes is almost painful. Especially in the midst of all those joy and laughter, i’ll always think to myself.. DAMN.. this is one moment I would love to remember. Then i’ll whip out my phone and settle down for the sucky quality. Yeah… pathetic. But lifes back to normal now.. tee hee… camwhore heaven here I come!!!~~!!~~!!~~!!

*to that special someone, thanks.. and yes, will make sure this last more than a year.

2) POKEN POKEN POKEN

What is it? I am tired of explaining it again and again. So check it out here!

www.doyoupoken.com

Comes in various designs, here are just some of them

 Here’s my very own Poken. Those of you out there who owns one, let me know, we can meet up at ‘high 4′.

Its still too early to say that this Oct will be the perfect month for 2009, not sure if it can top February, my all time favourite month…. but im sure it will come damn close. Heading of to Club Med Phuket for Sayang’s bday trip, hope its gonna be a damn good one. And theres the Halloween Party, hope its not just overated but is actually good. Argh.. still need to get a costume!!!!! And theres few birthday boys in Oct… wonder what to get him.. Hmmmm… ;P

Hate it when I lay open wide eyed waiting for sleep to come…

Mainly cos its frustrating, gives me a headache & screws up my day schedule. Always feel lethargic and slow to response at work. Damn.. this is not good at all.

Guess its time to see the experts… sigh..

When I was 5, I remember mom telling me, I’m a big girl now. And ‘big’ girls gotta learn stuff, and asked, what would I like to learn? She explained good little girls usually take up ballet, piano or violin. Can’t remember what I said exactly, but remembered clearly that I complained to daddy and said I dont wanna be a girl, I wanna learn to fight! Err.. dont ask why.. but i guess I wasnt a girly girl.. (dad reminded me of this recently actually.. ) Apparently when I was little, I wanted to be a boy. I hated anything girly. Pink was the colour I hated the most. However, as mom does best, she nagged and nagged and I finally chose one.. chose piano. Mainly cos I dont have to wear that silly tutu or stuck any instrument under my chin.

So I remembered my 1st piano very clearly. It was bloody huge ass to me. I cant reach all the keys. Heck my feet cant touch the ground. I’m like.. must I use all these keys in one song??? I almost regretted my decision. My 1st music lessons was in Yamaha Music, Ong Kim Wee. Cant remember my teacher much, but I was wondering if im playing the piano, why am i learning other instrument. Mom used to work just next door, so I remember so clearly how I used to get bored in class and told the teacher I need to wee wee, but i ran next door to peep at mom instead. Yea Im kind of weird like that.

My serious piano lessons begin with a private teacher. Again cant really remember her name now, its something that sounded quite strange. Anywayssss… she was quite nice. Rather strict though, but guess I was too adorable for her to smack my fingers. Well actually she did it once or twice, but it didnt hurt that much, I cried some crocodile tears anyways and she didnt do it all too often.

What I hated the most about my  lessons is the sight reading part. Dont know if its my imagination, but I somehow always play whatever I want and not what I am reading. I totally sucked at it. To make things worst, I refuse to admit I sucked. Remembered during one of my exams, think it was Grade 4, i totally goreng-ed the sight reading portion. Suprisingly, my gwai poh examiner laughed so hard. Probably Im the youngest candidate that year, she let me off easily. Just told my tutor to let me practice more of it. Mom gave me hell though… sigh

I ditched my tutor when I was in Grade 6. Guess the brat in me was showing. We disagree in many ways, and told mom I wanted to quit. Stopped a year or so, and continued with another teached, Mom’s aunty actually. She was a fantastic pianist and a great teacher. Guess that was the time I truly enjoyed playing. It wasnt so much about getting distinctions in examinations, it was more about letting me play pieces I want. It was mom and the ex tutor that always stressed on the importance of having good grades in exams, putting so much pressure on me. And I was so little to understand that I wasnt really enjoying those pieces. I practice every evening the same songs again and again but never truly loving those pieces. But this new tutor was truly a breath of fresh air. Practise is still always a must, but she always stop in btw classes, fed me food and asked me if I was happy, and if I was enjoying my lessons that day. I played lots of pop hits for her which I loved so much (being a teenager and all…) and I never have to practice scales for the hundreth time in front of her! All I need to barter for her kindness was a mere passing mark but assure her I’m enjoying my time with the piano. She explained to me how good pianist always love what they are playing, and hates to be forced and wont be. The moment we start dreading touching the piano, thats the moment we stop being a true pianist. That  everyone, is truly a sign of a good tutor.

Years have passed now, and somehow last night when I was so wide awake (which happens a lot recentlty), I’ve thought so much about my past, the life I left behind. What happened to the girl who just want to play the piano for her own entertainment, for fun,  rather than playing for a gold cert with Distinctions on it? What happened to the girl who wasnt afraid to ditch her tutor who wasnt teaching her right? What happened to the girl who is not afraid to be herself?  Most of all, what happened to the girl who used to love herself, love her life and love her pieces so much? I am so not what I am these days. In fact I am the direct opposite. I gotta find ways to be what I used to be again, I miss her…. I truly do….

I was so sentimental when I left Malacca about 10 years back. I left in a bad way actually, quite abruptedly. More like running away. Just wanted to start fresh, eager to fly free. However, of all things, I insisted that I took the piano with me. It was huge, heavy & bulky. But I was stubborn. I thought it would be my only friend. However, being in a new city, new environment, new life, it was forgotten. I’ve actually not been playing seriously for about 10 years now. . One thing I am still thankful of, despite moving a few times, it has always stuck around with me.

I recently stumbled upon this song. A pretty sickening hit for some of you, for it has flooded all radio stations for quite some time. But this piano version got me hooked. Somehow made me feel like playing again.. A tunesman is coming tomorrow to fix that 20 year old piano.. keeping my fingers crossed.

Enjoy this and for those of you out there who felt you missed your old self too, try to find yourself again.

You Belong With Me

I miss you…

Yes I do…

My trusty old blog. Felt bad for ignoring it for so many months, and each time i revisit it i feel as if its here waiting faithfully for me to return and ponder my thoughts and adventures on it again.

So here I am… after a long wait.

Not much has changed since the last post.. works.. well work is the usual.. social life has picked up, been drinking and partying more. Golf, on the other hand is getting from bad to worst. Was sick last month, stopped for 2 weeks, then it was the haze, then it was the h1n1 fiasco, and i went to the range last week, I sucked.. big time. Went to the range again last 2 days.. still sucked big time. No motivation to continue training.. sigh.. so what should I do in situations lik this? Any si fus here would like to chip in their 2 cents?

Would like to dedicate this blog to Little Nyonya. No.. not the chicks, im no lesbo. The drama series.

My mom was watching it last few months, and even asked if i wanted to loan it from her, but she described it as a sad & soppy so OBVIOUSLY I replied – No Thanks.

Months later a dear friend later brought up Little Nyonya again and how I should watch it. Blame it on the right timing & intoxication, I said yes, bring it on.

Thats it, Im hooked.

1st day watching, I cry a river, no an ocean! Used up all the tissues i can find, resorted to toilet rolls! Shame on me.. but I even missed an important appointment with friends cos I’m all cried out! Swollen eyes, puffy nose and trobbing head.

Thats when Ive decided Ive gotta watch as fast as I can. Finished it within the next 2 days.. pheww.. the relieve!

Definately recommends this to anyone who dont believe in bumming on the bed glued to the screen!!!

What struck me most about watching this very touching series is how the women those days suffer in silence. JuXiang, the sweet unfortunate little nyonya who was deaf & dumb definately has no choice but to suffer in silence. But what about all the other women? Have they gone dumb too when it comes to professing their emotions? Jeez. Take JuXiangs mom for example. Was a maid in this rich peranakan family, raped & impregnant by the master, kept as a 2nd wife/free maid in the mansion, tortured emotionally daily by the 1st wife yet has never uttered a word to anyone else. This is insane!!!! And after watching 3 episodes (while crying my eyes out), I put myself in their shoes, what will I do? Definately bitch about them all around town, or if its a taboo to betray the family you ’serve’, i will poison them silently, not to kill them, but at least every night they wont be able to sleep peacefully, be busy visiting the loo! hahaahahahha

Also, its just so frustrating to see how some can zip their mouth while seeing others being tortured. Jeez… I guess thats one of the phenomenon that is still happening today. Its called MYOB these days. Mind your own business. If someone sees a motorist robbing a poor old lady, some idiot would probably rush for his handphone, not to call 999, but to take a pic to brag about it later. So seem like we have not change much after all.

But one thing im really glad we’ve change (we = females), is how we are standing up for ourselves now and how we won’t devote our life to serve men. Its just annoying to see full grown woman (some really smart) are subjected to practically obey everything the husband says. This is just insane. Whats even more insane is how woman can fight & betray another woman to get a man. Not just a man.. a good for nothing man. As a galpal said.. back boneless man! Im glad im born in this century, where we woman dont do nonsence like that anymore. We all understand the concept of ‘theres other fishes in the sea’ or even ‘ theres bigger fish to fry!!!’

Cravings for nyonya food & kuihs kicked in, after bitching and bitching for a few days, Sayang got fed up and took me to this little new nyonya restaurant in Taipan.  

The setting was very carefully thought through. A replica of the peranakan house. How cute!

Me & the man who would do anything to put a smile on my face.

Screen shots of their menu

Heres what we ordered

Ayam Pong Teh (Halal place, no babi. sigh)

My ever favourite vege.. kangkung

Omelette

Sambal belacan

Lemak Prawns with pineapples

Had a very hearty dinner.. YUMS!!!!!!!

After yesterday, theres nothing else to be said.. or done anymore…. so here’s my closure. 

An official closure…

I just cant believe your gone, still waitin for mornin to come

When i see if the sun will rise, in the way that your by my side

Where we had so much in store, tell me what is it I’m reaching for

When we’re through building memories

I’ll hold yesterday in my heart, in my heart
They can take tomorrow and the plans we made

They can take the music that we never play

All the broken dreams, take everything

Just take it away, but they can never have yesterday

They can take the future that we’ll never know

They can take the places that we said we will go

All the broken dreams take everything

Just take it away, but they can never have yesterday

You always choose to stay, I should be thankful for everyday

Heaven knows what the future holds, or least where the story goes

I never believed untill now, I know I’ll see you again I’m sure

No it’s not selfish to ask for more,

one more night.. one more day.. one more smile on your face

But they can’t take yesterday

They can take tomorrow and the plans we made

They can take the music that we never play

All the broken dreams take everything

Just take it away

But they can never have yesterday

They can take the future that we’ll never know

They can take the places that we said we will go

All the broken dreams, take everything, just take it away

But they can never have yesterday.

I thought our days would last forever

But it wasn’t our destiny

Coz in my mind we had so much time

But i was so wrong

No I can… believe me 

I can still find the strengh in the moments we made

I’m lookin back on yesterday

*Leona Lewis (Yesterday)

Been bitten by the Golf bug!!!

Used to think golf was a boring old mans game… till i met my husband. Before you get any ideas, no, he is not a pro golfer. He may swing and pose like a pro, but he still kinda suck (not as hard as me though.. ) But he is definately good enough to coach me a lil… but ingolf.. it boils down to our own dicipline, finding the correct swing, and to drop all ego and re learn a new swing if needed…. this is something ive yet to master.. ugly big ego rearing its head too high up…

He took me to the driving range when we just met… about 3 years back…, let me whack some balls….. thought me how to grip the correct way, and basic swings… bought me some golf books, even golf for ladies… then bought me a cute baby blue beginners set!!!! !!!!

So that got me all hyped up for a while… just for a while….. Playing at the range is nothing like playing on the course. Will explain why later.

Anyways, the whole journey to starting golf was a pretty hard and rough one. Mainly bcos of my lazy bones (i was never a sport friendly person, nor do I like to sweat). Also, partyly bcos of the idea of having to whack balls towards a plain field seem pretty boring. Later I find it stupid. Just cos I sucked at it. Its about 1stly trying to even get the ball off the ground. Then is it about know which club to use. Then its about know how to aim correctly. Damn.. and I thought it was just to whack as hard as you can.. furthers wins! HELL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. its all the nitty gritty details that determines the winner. You can drive 300 for all you care but if you cant chip & putt for your life, you still lose. You can putt as well as poking ur finger in ur nose, but if you drive like a marching band (left right left right), you suck too. So its all about jack of all trades and master of ALL! No wonder only rich-nothing-else-better-to-do old man likes this game. They have all the time in the world to learn…

Enought of the negativity… on the bright side, beingon the golf course is like taking a short (super short 4 – 5 hours holiday) The scenery is breathtaking, air is fresh, greens everywhere.. and like this pic below… just by the sea (well obviously, as this is a holiday desination… )

After taking a 10 session lesson from a pro coach, I stuck the to driving range for a few more months.. and kinda got really lazy even to practice putting!

But I guess Sayang was just determined to get me into the game, he booked a golfing trip to Damai Laut, Swiss Garden. So thats my very very 1st time on course! It was VERY VERY TIRING!!!!!!!! But was lucky, it wasnt that sunny, all in all… I’ve enjoyed the game. Played horribly of cos… lost bout 10 balls or even more.. but whos counting..

And about a month later… had another golfing trip to Berjaya Tioman, and this time with another couple. It was overall super fun & memorable trip. Golf was fun as well, but it was super duper hot… skin was burning. Again, played horribly of cos.. but this time i blame it on the sun.. and booze!

As you can see the pic below, we werent taking our golf game that seriously…. waddled in the water for fun, started fooling around, camwhoring.. boozing.. etc

Back to reality, I cant always be playing only on resort course, (which I SOOOOOOOOOOO love btw.. beach.. sea.. sun… and no one to queue behind me and pressure me to play faster…. ooolala!) But reality bites… I did not marry a millionaire.. so Im settling for cheap golf courses in KL. After lenghty calculations & discussions, decided that if im gonna take up the game seriously.. we gotta sign up for a club membership. Cheapest we can afford, is MOnterez. Luckily, we know some members in Monterez, got a better deal and… BAM!!!!! We’ve got ourselves out very very 1st Golf Club Membership!!!!

Hope I have enought dicipline to get my game going. So far so good, driving range every alternate day, 9 hole at least once a week.. 18 hole at least twice a week.. got a good momentum going there… hopefully am able to maintain it.

All in all… I’m glad sayang slowly coax me into taking up this sports. Seem to be healhtier these days getting more sun and exercise.. and golf is really testing my patience. But its like a long term angry management course for me. Each time I hit a lousy shot i used to curse, even scream and throw clubs… but I’m improving ( i hope), and lesser f words (cos nice ladies dun curse), no more throwing of clubs, but now getting the habit of blaming sayang for all my bad shots… muahahahahahaahahahahaha…  golf is also a good test for our marriage..