memoirs - the love of my life

Should you ask me who are most influential peoples in my life.
2 of them is my kong & my po.

I would consider myself as a romantic person.
I guess I got it from my gramps.

I love rainy days.
I'd (try to) never leave home without my umbrella.
Also, because of my gramps.

If it wasn't because of the rain.
and of course,
the umbrella.
My kong never would have known my po.

In short, to me :
rain + umbrella + me + guy
= very important

Every girl definitely has a certain 'dream's laah.
With the guy they like, of course.

Mine, obviously,
you get the point laah.

(sad story lah)
my dream.
hah-hah.

my first 'romantic-incident-with-a-rainy-day-under-the-umbrella-just-the-two-of-us'
was, well,
with a 28 year old guy,
a father of 2 beautiful girls.

oh yea. he's the one.
how sma-A-rt.

hmn.
maybe it's not a bad thing.
I'll remember him for the rest of my life.

I'm as ordinary as every girl.
Often wonder why some guys could 'want live want die' (direct translation) liking other girls.
Always thinking, why the guy I liked never liked me back.

What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Was what I was trying to do
- Rascal Flatts

How often do you see these aged 40 or more precious lying around at home.

not the 1st time

pure disappointment.

There is of course certain (many) reasons why no matter how, I don't really want SK to be back at our sec school for form6.

My mama has been actively involved in PIBG activities since CPR for about 3-4 years and at my school for another 5 years.

Never before was she (and I) so disappointed with a school, the principle, and the teachers (some lah).

My mama did so many thing for this unappreciative school.
She spend her own time and effort calling every single chinese parent to come for the AGM.
She took leave just to be at my school during Open Day (report card taking day) to persuade more Chinese to join in the club.
She fought for many of our students rights, yet, the principal take her words as if nothing.
The principal often sarcastically shoots my mama for her opinions.
She donated many gifts and prizes for the school almost all occasions. From teacher's lunch, PIBG meetings, etc.

End up,
now, she's 'retiring' from being an AJK.

Not even a single souvenir for 5 years of contribution.
Well, it's courtesy lah.

Worst part is,
my mama didn't get invited to the lunch/dinner's that she did give in some help.

Screw that school.

Blek.

Don't care.

It's not my school anymore.

Thank goodness there's great girls from that school.
Or else, that school is really nothing.
Nothing at all.

my oldest girl friend

click HERE !!!!

"Time and distance cannot touch the friendship in the heart"

you fall, you pick yourself up.

I realize that I'm really kinda useless. Always hoping for somebody to do some certain things for me. Today, I finally know, I can't rely on others forever. Confession laah, I may be too lazy. Since young, my parents work from 9-5. My sis has her own life and rarely cares about my wellbeing. I have to settle my own lunch normally. Always hoping I was like some of my classmates who have food well prepared for them at home. I used to be quite 'hardworking', starting the gas, with the pots and pans, cooking my own meal. Nowadays, no lunch, don't eat. Tsk.Tsk.Tsk. I don't really help out at home. I was forced to do the dishes and laundry everyday. Two simple jobs. But still, I hate it. I thought I was independent enough, got myself some jobs. Earned about RM1,800 in 50 days. So, I'm an idiot when it comes to financial management. I spent my hard earn money like tap water. I've used up 80% of my pay. Call me a anak manja. Yes, in fact, I really am. My parents support me in almost whatever I do. My mama loves my school more than I do. I don't necessarily have good grades. My papa never pressures me to achieve his standards. Yet, I can hardly maintain a minimum level of pass in some of my subjects. I don't listen to my parents. Always going out until late at night. Last minute telling my mama "Mi, I'm not coming back for dinner aah!", when she had already prepared everything. End up now, my mama cooks as little just enough for 2 person during dinner and telling me (and my sis), "You guys never come home when I cook good food, and you guys never finish 'em." What comes around turns around. What goes up, must come down. I don't really get scolding at work. Well, I got scolding in school a lot. But, somehow, teachers scolding are different. Maybe I'm very capable or what, the Aussino staff loves me, and I got trusted with big sums of money, even thousands of USD during MIFF. I never got scolded. Not even once. Even though I did some mistakes. Come-on lorh, who doesn't do wrongs. Blame all of them, I'm 18 now, I can't really accept it when someone scolds me. Or rather I ought to blame myself, for being over confident, thinking that I can, eventually get through everything easily. Not everything goes the way you want it to be. Life is so not a bed of roses. Well, I'm only 18, less than 18, there's still a long long way to go. Just a little stumbling and tripping in life, no point fussing and looking back at it, regretting, yet doing nothing to improve myself. Hypocrisy-what that is.

"Don't waste your life.
and don't let anyone waste yours."

Tomorrow is a brand new day. Old fashioned, but true, so very true.
Life first, and don't you stop for anyone.

announcement

I'll be getting married!!!!!!
In 10 years.

boohoo.


I threw in my college application form in 'the bin' today.

Hoping the college admin gets my name right as in Yong Julia and not the other way round.
Hoping the course I've chosen will bring me to the place I want to belong in the future.
Hoping that there's cute guys my class.
Hoping that my course ain't too crowded.
Hoping the subjects won't be boring.
Hoping to see familiar faces during orientation week.

hah.

before all,
hope I'm accepted.

why????

kenapa!!!!!????
dim gai!!!!!?????

If you happen to look closely to my plant.
It is half dead.

And I'm suppose to give it to my girl friend for her 18th birthday.

great job.
everything ruined.
uggggghhhhh...

home is where the heart is

I realized my family don't always take photos even though we come from a photography family.
What more family photos in a photo studio.

This is ten years ago when I was 8.
okay-lah, those uncles & aunties must be thinking,
" how nice to have two cute (girlish) son "
blleeek!

This is ten years after.

I'm not shorter than my sis, okay!!!????
That photographer wanted me to lower my body!!!!!

someday MY prince will come

Throwing Mandarin Oranges (hp number written) in the sea is SO yesterday story.

This is what you should do.
The new and improved way.


Well, it's not a girl-boy loving love thingy.
Families, Friends, and most important, yourself.

May my dreams come true.

wuahahahahahhahahahahahaaahhaa..