tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24359369070339550222024-02-19T11:23:07.233+08:00liv's storiesin my world...o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-8211645666896377802010-12-08T18:12:00.004+08:002010-12-08T22:56:54.309+08:00RECEIPT STORIES - 7TH ROUND WINNING STORIESAbout almost 2 weeks ago, I wrote about submitting my writing to BookXcess Receipt Stories, remember? No??? Ouh...okay, here's the link *<a href="http://olive-writes.blogspot.com/2010/11/receipt-stories-make-things-right.html">CLICK</a>*<br /><div align="justify"> <br /></div><div align="justify">Submitting my entry at that time was more because of a friend's encouragement who often gives good words bout my writing... Never had I thought about being selected. Aaaaannnddd.....to my surprise, I WAS SELECTED!<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Yep, I got the email early this week announcing my writing being selected for 7th round of receipt stories. I tell you, I was so d*** overjoyed!!! No, really! Eventhough this is just a small thing (apa jak la less than 100 words punya writing kan. plus, there's not bug prizes pun) but..but... this is the first time I've sent something for competition and this is the first time I was being acknowledged. So yeah, this means so much to me. :) :)<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">My stories will be printed randomly at the back of BookXcess receipt from 6th to 19th December 2010. Well, I guess can consider this as my pre-birthday present. Thanks BookXcess!</div><br />The receipt will look something like this:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGL4gPqN5HW9E9ylc9eYXlKFNj7fsVPZLcT8-DiU3bT293NVC8IG-6oqwmWj2LwrI2dSzIdnmtSl0NTx8EuC7OsQbP7tOH6O9h3bTR4sj0sHllbVKTLP7JCz96CphmJ_y2m9bNIObyv9C/s1600/make-things-right.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548324435875478274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGL4gPqN5HW9E9ylc9eYXlKFNj7fsVPZLcT8-DiU3bT293NVC8IG-6oqwmWj2LwrI2dSzIdnmtSl0NTx8EuC7OsQbP7tOH6O9h3bTR4sj0sHllbVKTLP7JCz96CphmJ_y2m9bNIObyv9C/s200/make-things-right.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And if you wanna view more, just go <a href="http://bookxcessblog.com/?p=6653">HERE</a>:o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-63027392752153639782010-11-29T21:33:00.003+08:002010-11-29T23:05:08.989+08:00RECEIPT STORIES - MAKE THINGS RIGHT<div align="justify">Last week, Mr Dony suggested me a website -BookXcess Receipt Stories (<a href="http://www.receiptstories.my/index.php?cd=about">Click Here</a>) owned by Book Xcess (my favorite book store), and had encouraged me to submit my piece. Book Xcess is organizing some sort of collection of short stories. It can be of anything as long as it is not offensive. You can read more on the Terms & Conditions <a href="http://www.receiptstories.my/index.php?cd=guide">HERE.</a> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">To participate, all you need to do is to go to the website, register as a member. It will send a notification to the email address you have registered for verification. Once you can log in, click to <strong><span style="color:#009900;">WRITE A RECEIPT STORIES</span></strong> and you can start writing stories, articles or poems of <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>not more than 100 words</strong> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;">(<em>only</em>) and then just submit! Very easy, right? And it's fun. Coz you get to try out your skill, polish them and who knows you might be a potential writer. Can't you take that challenge???</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;">I've submitted my first last week. It's some random thought I got at work so it's kinda simple. I intend to send more. Here's what I'd sent. Feel free to give your comment.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">MAKE THINGS RIGHT</span></strong><span style="color:#000000;"></div><div align="justify"></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><em>At many times we tend to do mistakes in our life, one after another. At all times, it’s whether we get hurt or we hurt other people we love. Mistakes change our life and the way we are, little by little. Often, we regret what we have done but seldom notice the changes. Eventually, those mistakes will strike again and we start to realize that we have not done with the past. It is then come the urge to make things right. That’s when we have to revisit the past, recollect the pieces, fix the damages and make things right.</em></span> </div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-15573792411575839632010-11-24T21:30:00.003+08:002010-11-24T23:46:41.403+08:00MIRI WYC '10: THE ROAD TAKEN...<div align="justify">I’ve been meaning to start writing about WYC since I came back from Miri on Saturday but it’s whether no chance in doing so OR I was too tired that I couldn’t think well! But, this one is about our trip from Bintulu to come for this event!<br /><br />WYC, the Working Youth Conference was held from 17th – 19th November, 2010 in Miri. It was the first time ever and I must say it was a successful memorable event that despite all the trials that we’ve been through to come for this event, it was worth it!<br /><br />Since the time it happened, I felt the urge to share about the story behind our Btu – Miri journey. Hope this is gonna be interesting to your reading!<br /><br />We started off from Bintulu with 5 (and a half) of us gals in the car. Hilda, Wynne, Bronica, May, myself and another half, well you know who…our little Amanda. As usual, the planned take-off time @ 5pm turned out to be an hour later. Hehe…macam tidak biasa kan. Now let me share with you what I may call my personal “intuition”. Days before this trip, I had this funny feeling that something is gonna happened on the way. My intuition said that “That” something would not be very bad coz it’d be manageable one (don’t know how la I can measure an intuition) but that I needed to do some preparation for the journey. The one thing that came so strongly in my mind was to bring along torchlight. Well..... yalah. Maybe coz I knew for sure dark hour will arrive before we even reach Niah kan. Okaylah, handphone got lights so I could brush that worry off. I checked all my other tools in the car, made sure I have everything I need in case of:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>a. Flat Tyre - Must have spare tyre and the tools to change tyre</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">b. Loose radiator cap which eventually will lost and the water dried up </span><br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(<em><span style="font-size:78%;">dont know how to explain this</span></em>)</span><br /></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>- I experienced this twice so I kept a new cap in the car & a bottle of water to refill</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I also checked on other stuffs people usually do for a long drive. No need to mention la kan... you know I know...<br /><br />Now, come the day, after fetching the gals apa semua, we took off at 6pm. As I drove, we talked bout many things. It's good to have bubbly ladies in the car. They keep you occupied with the cute funny stories. Hehe... It was soon became darker, I needed to be more careful with the bumps and holes on the road. Then, suddenly.. I had a hard hit on a big hole. That happened right before the turning junction to Miri. For a moment I was stunned but we still went on hoping it didn't cause any damage, though I had another hunch that it was not okay. Not too long after the junction, the car started to feel different already. It was Bronica who told me to stop and check on the tyre. Check check....memang pancit tayar belakang sebelah kiri. I started to feel worried. That I have caused the gals anxiety and that they regret for following me :(<br /><br />But..I was wrong! Know how they responded??<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>"Pancit ka? Bah, okay! Jom keluar tukar. Oli, you've got all the tools ah!"<br /><br /></strong></span>They were so bersemangat macam in the middle of a game jak. they said<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>"we have 5 brains here so don't worry!"</strong></span><br /><br />Hehe...betul jugak! I was speechless yet so relieved to have high spirited friends but still have to worry bout the tyre la. We all have never changed a tyre before despite being taught at driving class, except for Hilder. She said she ever did once. Thank God! Ada hope. The funny thing is, instead of loosen the bolt first, we lifted the jack. Guess that's the part we remembered the most in class. Hehe.. We realised we went into wrong step when we couldn't loosen the bolt once the car was already up. So, have to lowered the jack again and start anew. Hilder & Wynne were working together on the tyre while May busy with her camera, capturing the moments, Bronica was with Amanda and me?? I hold the torchlight only. Hehe....<br /><br />Long story short, it was dark yet beautiful starry night, we are all ladies tried to fix the tyre, a lot of cars passed by but only one has stopped. Tu pun after it was done. And finally, the tyre was changed and we're ready for our mission to WYC! Thanks to God for giving us this wonderful experience.<br /><br />P/S: Supposed to attached sme photos from the scene but May hasn't give me the photos yet. Next time ya..<br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmqReR9DFgkb7cAHbOOqkUzMonwbIpwRYTC5nIkwttUsrvpu7Xdobnym6eUII_vy2ZzzBPPXM0hDeJ_Yrvlb_8OpPmHmfDlypNCcE0DfecwPcSr6SD1dZHJm1MpzN7GvjT4Vd6slmiKVh/s1600/tyre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543140936235380866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAmqReR9DFgkb7cAHbOOqkUzMonwbIpwRYTC5nIkwttUsrvpu7Xdobnym6eUII_vy2ZzzBPPXM0hDeJ_Yrvlb_8OpPmHmfDlypNCcE0DfecwPcSr6SD1dZHJm1MpzN7GvjT4Vd6slmiKVh/s200/tyre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Only this photo taken from google to give you better picture. ;)</span></div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-71054389304135179522010-11-11T23:00:00.003+08:002010-11-11T23:52:24.219+08:00FROM THE MOVIE "INTO THE WILD"I'm not gonna write a synopsis about this movie. I just wanted to share something I captured from it which I found is quite interesting to share.<br /><br />FYI, Into The Wild is directed based on a true story of a man (Christopher McCandless) who made a journey into Alaskan wilderness with little supplies and equipment, hoping to live a period of solitude (i took that from Wikipedia..). In the end, he died of starvation...<br /><br />This one is from the scene when Chris carved the words on a wood:<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>two years he walks the earth,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>no phone, no pool, no pets....no cigarettes,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>Ultimate Freedom.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>an extremist, an aesthetic voyager,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>whose home is the road.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>so now, after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>the climactic battle to kill</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>the false being within</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>no longer to be poisoned by civilisation, he flees,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>and walks alone upon the land to become</em></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><em>lost in the wild...</em></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">-Alexander Supertramp (1992)-</span></strong><br /><br /><br />Alexander Supertramp is the name McCandless has adopted. The rest of other information, I read them in Wikipedia...o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-16153346298155663362010-09-25T23:31:00.003+08:002010-10-01T13:14:06.779+08:00SMSM GIRLS of SPM '00: JAYA CLASS<div align="justify">Been such a busy week with all the stuffs at office as well as at home, and not forgotten those ever annoying emotional personal matters. Ah, what can I say about that, right? It happens all the time.<br /><br />Anyway, having abandoned my blog for few days, I felt rather bad. What’s more, I was supposed to write about my schoolmates and I’ve been delaying it. There are still 2 more classes to talk about. Excuse me for my delays. I have not enough time for blogging since the past few days. Besides, I noticed that Blogspot.com has also been blocked from the office’s network, after all other social networks e.g Friendster, FB, Twitter. Usually, when I have extra time at work, I’d write some updates. Well, the rule’s the rule!<br /><br />Enough rambling! Now, let’s start talking about my friends in Jaya class:<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><em>Angelina</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You know what I remember most about Angel? That she made me cry in Form 1 by just saying something (in which I couldn’t recall). It was morning after breakfast; we were on our way to the Roll-Call. The beginning of the first year, we were quite close coz we were second-cousins so we stuck together closely trying to adapt with the environment.<br /><br />Back to the story, as we were talking, she became annoyed with something I said (I think la), and she shoot me back by saying something that humiliated me (I think also la). Then, I started to cry la tek (very the congek!). I walked sobbingly to the Roll-Call alongside Gillian whom trying to calm me down. Even more humiliating, I didn’t notice the watery drain and fell one-foot into it. I cried even worse (LOL…). I went to Roll-Call dgn kasut basah lagi. Luckily it was just rain water.<br /><br />But, it didn’t take long for my beloved cousin Angel to come back and apologize. There’s actually nothing to apologize la Angel. I was just being congek ;p<br /><br />When I think back of this scene, I can’t help smiling widely knowing how fool and childish I had been. Hehe….13 years old only ma. I haven’t even worn a bra. Hahaha…<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em>Susan </em><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sus was a classmate from Form 1 until Form 3. Sus was the one responsible of introducing me to oldies songs. She’s got a lot of nice Oldies collection, which I think she said were her dad’s (kan, Sus?). The one that I remember the most was DIANA by Paul Anka because we even performed it during school’s English Week, with dance steps some more, okay! Hahaha…very high-spirited! Sapa2 jak kita ya? You, me, Janet and Dora right?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sitti </strong></span><br /></em>Sitti Wan was cute! That’s my first impression about her. Other than that, Sitti is adorably funny and she has a laugh that lighted up the whole school. Hehe… The last time I saw Sitti was a few years back and she was just as cute as she was in school. Now a nurse eh, Sitti? Or Lab Assistant?</span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Stella</span></strong><br /></em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hmm…anyone has ever seen or heard from Stella? It feels like such a while since I last heard of her. Wonder where she is now and what is she doing?<br /><br />Stella was a quiet girl who only spoke when necessary. Erm, ada juga la dia bercerita tp jarang and malu-malu kucing jak dia ni. But hey, she has a sweet smile and looked so sincere to everyone who sees it. She’s one of the 6 Sabahan students of our batch and was in my class from Form 1 to Form 3. Diam-diam dia, athlete juga dia ni. If not mistaken, she’s good in long-distance track.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">___________________________________________________________________</div></span><div align="justify"><br />Done with Jaya class. Ah, the more I write, the more I miss my school friends. My classmates, my librarian team, activities that we all done together, the rules-breaking stuffs…my, there are just too many beautiful memories that I will never want to let go.<br /><br />There were only 4 non-muslim girls in Jaya class right? Anyone please let me know if I have missed out anyone. I’ll amend this post. </div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-16746671113383451832010-09-23T22:22:00.002+08:002010-09-24T00:47:57.815+08:00SMSM GIRLS of SPM '00: USAHA CLASS<div align="justify">One of the best things to do every once a while is reminiscing teenage life, the school and the people we grew up with. Sigh...Being in a boarding school, there're just too many sweet memories to keep. I remember the dining hall, the only place that dwelled in every student's mind right before the last bell rang. I remember the Prep class (we called it), an after school additional class which supposedly used for group studies or doing homework. Instead, most of us use it for gossipping or main2 (if not sleeping). And not forgotten, the late nite lepaking activities at the Ironing Place (favorite spot tu)...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Eh, I'm supposed to start talking about Usaha's girls, right? Come let's start...</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">Gillian</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gill, if I remember correctly, was my roomates in From 1, betul ka Gill? Hm, I'm not sure bout that but I know we've been in the same room once. Side by side bed. She was the cute smart girl whom a lot of guys would like to date. But, too bad... Her heart was taken by Mr Jagung already all the way till Form 5. We were in the same class for 2 years and thanks to her for helping me a lot in Maths. We were both in Rumah Sigma and I still remember performing a song with her and 2 other seniors in Form 2 school's sport event. "Aku mula mencari, Pada mentari pagi...." Eceh! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I couldn't forget the time when she was accidentally beaten (hardly) by a hockey stick on her knee (was it the knee). So kesian she had to suffer the pain for some period. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">We still keep in touch very closely. In fact, we've just met recently during the Hari Raya holiday. She's still the same Gill as she was in school. My SIL even questioned me if she's really my age. Hehe...</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kaleena</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Keena has always been so determined to further her study overseas after secondary school. They even debated about it in one of our English classes. I think, of all students in our batch, she's the one who has reached almost all her dreams during school year. And guess what? She's a doctor now in the UK hospital. One thing that I'm so proud about her is that, she has never forgotten us and will surely call us whenever she comes back to Sarawak. The last time she came, we spent a good 5 hours in Starbucks talking about recent life and old times.</span> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">Callie</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Naa! This girl thought me to read comic books. She's a BIG fan of Japanese comics like Dragon Ball, Dr Slump, HunterXHunter, Great Teacher Onizuka (adui) and many more. You just name it, she knows it all. She's been a loyal reader and comic books collector and she treated them all preciously. Koyak sikit, jaga ah! Despite the hobby, she's doing pretty well in her studies. She sit next to me in class and usually seen very studiously reading the text book. Eh, tgk betul-betul, rupanya mata tgh tertutup. hehehe...Kidding only, Cal. Callie is also a very artful person. She could drew the comic characters exactly as per the original. Very cute! Callie, I missed curi2 baca komik with u in class. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">Callie is now on her way to become a school teacher in which I believe she'll make a very good, productive one. GO CALLIE!</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Olivia</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">This one ah? No need to say much. Sejarah - sleeping, Addmath - sleeping, Accounting - sleeping.... enough said. She sleeps only most of the time. :p :p</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="center">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now I hope this is fun sharing and you all enjoyed reading it. These are all that I've got for Usaha class so far. Next entry, I shall move on to Jaya. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">To be continued...</span></em></div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-67328436487722038142010-09-23T13:23:00.004+08:002010-09-23T19:45:46.609+08:00SMSM GIRLS of SPM '00: ILTIZAM CLASS<div align="justify"><br />Today seems to be pretty mentally challenging at work. I know I’ve got things to do but out of the blue I’m remembering secondary school time and all the mates that I grew up together with. Suddenly, I feel the urge to write about them.<br /><br />I went to SM Sains Miri since I entered Form 1. Technically, I’ve spent most of my crucial grow-up stage with my friends and learnt things on my own, instead of being under parents’ supervision and guidance.<br /><br />There were 4 classes in each Form. There were Iltizam, Usaha, Maju and Jaya. If I wanna write about each of every kids from my batch, it’s gonna be a very long write-up. So, I decided to pick on a smaller group which is the non-muslim girls. In our batch of SPM 2000, there were only 16 of us who “graduated” from the school.<br /><br />Now, let's start from the <em><strong>ILTIZAM GIRLS</strong></em>:<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Dora</span></strong></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">She is a spontaneously funny type of person, originally witty in her own ways. Her locker was the tidiest amongst those that I knew. (Like, veeerrryyy tidy!) She was one of the school prefects and was usually the last one to use the bathroom in the morning, while the rest of us were ready for morning assembly already. Maggi Mee noodle company has her and Janet to thank for as the 2 of them were considered as the frequent consumers. </span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Oh ya, another thing that I remember about Dora is, she's very creative decorating her foods in the tray. For those who knows her know what I mean. :p</span> </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br /></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Gladys<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A drop-dead-gorgeous girl who held the reign of the tallest one among non-muslim girls since Form 1. A friend of mine fell head-over-heels for her when she sang A Whole New World in a school singing competition. She has the voice of a star (chewah!) and now, we go to Karaoke together whenever we have the chance to. Cannot make it to stardom, Karaoke pun jadila…</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Melissa </strong><br /></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;">I did not know much about this girl during the initial stages of school year. I think we just started to get to know more on each other in Form 4 and Form 5 when we got into the same Pendidikan Moral class (besides, we both are Kayans). And then, we always hung out at the Ironing Place (with the rest of the others), playing guitar and sing together. Hmm, I think we did perform in school competition kan, Sa? Hehe…Macam menang :p<br /><br />Anyway, we got closer when we did part-time job together at Pizza Hut Miri after SPM. We even started to share stories as other girlfriends do. When we entered tertiary level in which we attended different institutions, we continued to keep in touch. It was so fun back then when we have to write in snail mails before Mobile phone came into picture. Hmm, I can say that we learnt a lot from each other.<br /><br />Now that she’s getting engaged soon, I pray for her happiness in pursuing her journey to the next stage. Caiyok my friend!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><em><strong>Esther</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Esther – a sporty Sabahan lass who played almost all kind of sports. She was very athletic and she has a black belt in Taek Won Do. Don’t bully-bully ah! Apart from that, she’s a happy go lucky person of whom every one was comfortable to be friend with.<br /></span><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#6600cc;">Jennifer</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Jennifer, as I remember, I thought of her as a serious and “garang” person during the first 3 years in SMSM. Erm, not because she liked to put up a fight with others or talked nasty stuffs, but because I mostly saw her in serious face. I didn’t dare to get closed to her :p<br /><br />But, when we entered Form 4, we got into the same PM class (Iltizam + Usaha). I got to learn more about her and understood her way better. And then I thought, she was never too bad to be friend with. She just got engaged recently and also on her way down the aisle very soon. Envy you, Jen but deeply proud of you too. =)</span> </p><div align="justify"></div><div align="center">_____________________________________________________</div><div align="left"><br />Yep, done with the Iltizam girls. I shall continue with the next class very soon. Hang in there, ya.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">To be continued...</span></em></div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-48132969314641083882010-06-08T21:27:00.000+08:002019-01-29T00:36:09.862+08:00LIFE IS TO BE APPRECIATED<div style="text-align: justify;">
Of late, there have been quite a number of accidents happened in Malaysia. The past couple of week, I’ve heard of road accident for almost everyday. Many lives have gone in freak accidents and those who live, lost their beloved ones.<br />
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Yesterday, news came from Miri reporting an accident occurred in Lutong main road. It was told that a cement truck skidded into the opposite direction and rammed into a Vios car which was waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Sadly the guy died on the spot. A friend of mine told me that this guy was a Shell staff and is suppose to be retiring next year. I don't know if this could be called ironic.<br />
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Last week, a relative to my cousin’s in-law involved in an accident which has killed himself and their child, while his wife is still comma in ICU. What would be her reaction when she wakes up just to find her two most beloved and closest person has gone and she has no chance to bid them last farewell?<br />
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Looking further behind, a holiday turned into a tragedy to a family of 6 when the mother died in the accident, leaving behind 4 little kids. The father got too devastated over the lost of his wife that he wanted to commit suicide. It’s only until he came into awareness of the presence of his 4 little children that gave him the courage to accept the fate.<br />
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I also remember the news about this accident in KL, happened in last 2 weeks. One of the car caught in fire with a girl stuck in it crying for help. As nothing much can be done by the passer-by, she was burnt to death. I couldn't imagine her crying and screaming in terror and pain, thinking that she's not ready yet.<br />
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There are times that I wonder if these people had a hunch in the morning when they wake up that something bad is gonna happen to them in few hours and that it was their last day to live. I wonder if they have a bad feeling and out of nothing, they feel like talking to the person they loved the most. I wonder when the time comes, they would hope they have more times to say goodbye, to ask for forgiveness, to forgive and forget the grudge that they have been holding on to, to be prepared and to let their beloved ones prepared for their departure.<br />
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Life is indeed unpredictable. Be thankful everyday, do not hold grudge against others for life is so beautiful and worthy that it is not to be wasted.</div>
o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-13713072306237911882010-05-05T10:02:00.000+08:002010-05-06T23:52:50.526+08:00THE GARBAGE TRUCK<div align="justify">Have you read about this story of a garbage truck? I got this email a while ago and I’ve been keeping it in my computer since then so I would read it every now and again. This story gives me an inspiration on how to respect and be tolerant with others, about how sometimes we need to understand others coz in certain ways, they could be unintentionally rude to us. Yet, we have the role to play to turn a negative reaction to a positive responds.<br /><br />Doesn’t it sound so familiar on us especially the part where we get upset somewhere and dump it to the others. Sounds selfish indeed yet, that’s who we are. That’s what we always do. Perhaps, this wonderful story that I’m about to share may teach us something. Have a nice day, everyone…<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"THE LAW OF THE GARBAGE TRUCK"</span></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport...<br />We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"><br />My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!<br />The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us.<br />My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.<br />So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;"><br />This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'</strong></span><br /><br />He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. <span style="color:#009900;">Don't take it personally.<br /></span><br />Just <span style="color:#009900;">smile, wave, wish them well, and move on</span>. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.<br /><br />The bottom line is that <span style="color:#ff6600;">successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.</span><br /><br />Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so ... </span><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Love the people who treat you right.<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Smile and bless the ones who don't .</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!</span></strong><br /></em></div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-37122998127128546502010-03-16T19:45:00.000+08:002019-01-29T00:34:50.226+08:00WHEN I WAS YOUNG...<div align="justify">
I grew up in a family who can only afford the least necessities in life. Be it our meals, clothing or anything else, the spending was always limited to requirements and only the minimum entertainment that we could afford. Ever since I was a little girl, I have never referred to my family as poor. Although we may not afford to buy all the stuff that others could at that time, but we were grateful enough to have food on our table each meal, decent clothes to put on and sufficient household items to live on. And dad has never taught us to complain…<br />
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I remember in my early stage of primary school, when dad hasn’t got a car, he used to send us to school by motorcycle. We would squeeze with each other so the seat may accommodate us all. One at the front, 2 at the back and dad in between. Back then, we could worry less about being caught by the police for not wearing helmet. They weren’t many of them doing the rounding. Besides, our school location was still considered a kampong area during that time. End of the school session, my brothers and I would walk home together. Sometimes, dad would fetch. It took us about 30mnts walk to reach home. Tiring, yes, but to us, it was fun :) Dad got us a car on my second school year...<br />
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We seldom bought new clothes. The only source of new clothes that we could get was when the convent nuns donate us some used clothes that other people has brought to them. Everytime when dad brought home a gunny of clothes (sometimes there would be few gunnies), we would excitedly open it together and chose some nice ones for ourselves. Because I was the only girl in the family, I didn't have to fight with brothers for the clothes. :p that's the priviledge. </div>
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See... during that time, we didn't think much about going shopping and buy something new every month. I've always afraid to ask mom or dad to get me something cause I was afraid they didn't have enough money to cover for petty stuffs. So, I was satisfied enough with what I could get at that time. Though, there were also imagination of how it'd feel like wearing beautiful, expensive stuffs. Still, no fuss....</div>
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The story ain't finish yet. I'll come back in the next post. :)</div>
o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-28979034692520929282010-03-09T23:43:00.000+08:002010-03-10T00:38:21.960+08:00THANKS FOR THE JOB<div align="justify">For the past weeks, things had been quite tight in the office. Loads of enquiries and follow-ups poured upon us all in one time and they (clients) all demand shortest deadlines. Those were quite a headache I'd say and sometimes stressful but lucky for me, I still managed.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">While at work, I make myself through all the stress and annoying demands from clients which some can be too much and unattendable. They always wanted things to be done their way and most of the time they forget that certain company has their own system to handle the job around them. This is the kinda thing that causes me to be caught up in between most of the time. Whether to comply to client's wishes or to stand up for our Principal. Uh, always the tough part!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway, having gone through all these experiences, I somehow feel blessed and happy. For I know, I have a decent job that pays me enough for my expenses, a job for me to secure and to be thankful for coz at least I can earn money every month, and don't just stay at home, waiting for whatever it is. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm thankful enough to be working in an air-conditioned office doing a not-so-heavy jobs while others have to be under the sun the whole day working up to their sweat. And still, they get lower pay. Hence, they stand through all the hardness they have to go through for a bowl of rice. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">For this, how can we not be grateful? Why do we still complain sometimes? Why do we still compare ourselves to others who has better jobs and claim that life is not fair? Well, lemme me say my opinion. I think life is fair enough to let us go through the hardness and give us this precious experience and lessons in life that some people may not be able to experience. </div>o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435936907033955022.post-39740878082591403132009-10-06T17:32:00.000+08:002010-03-01T09:55:50.676+08:00POETRY (ATTEMPT 1)If I have only one thing to request,<br />If I have only a moment to prepare,<br />I would asked God to give them the best,<br />And for my loved ones to be in great care.<br /><br />It will be hard to accept when it seems too late,<br />A song you’re writing, it’s not done yet,<br />Incomplete notes, chords and rhymes,<br />Now you wished, you have more times.<br /><br />What could be fair, what could be unfair?,<br />Others would also ask the same,<br />Why is there so much to bear?,<br />Who could be the one to blame?o.l.i.v.ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11299589990883134139noreply@blogger.com0