Chatty Lass

Here I am, sitting in front of my PC, Baskin Robbins ice-cream tub in one hand and the other trying to complete this entry. As I am preparing to welcome in the New Year tonight, many thoughts rekindle itself in my mind. So fast has 2008 passed, in a few hours it'll be 2009. A new dawn, a fresh start, new challenges coming our way.

Now, I don't have New Year resolutions. Don't look forward to see me setting targets to achieve and making the effort to be sugar, spice and everything nice. A very long time ago, I decided to turn over a new leaf and I created a list in conjunction with the celebrated event. Topping the list was to be less critical and more civil. My list was rendered as obsolete and useless in less than 2hrs of it being created. I tried very hard to control my sharp tongue but in the end, I decided to give in. The person at the receiving end was amused to learn that I ACTUALLY considered at all to make an effort to be mild-mannered. So, I conceded, New Year resolutions are definitely not for someone like me.


Though, I'd like to toast to believing for greater things in 2009.


To my precious Saviour and King,
Words just fail me when I think back of Your wondrous love and amazing grace for me. I will never cease to serve and worship you. I am yours forevermore.

To my family,
Thanks for being such a wonderful family. Daddy and Mummy, thank you for bearing with me through this entire year. It has been a crazy year but if I have to go through it any time else in life, there is no one else I'd rather go through it with than the both of you. Despite our differences, I know that your love for me is the only thing that is on your mind. I love you.

To both my uncles ( affectionately known as Tua Koo and Say Koo ),
There is nothing that pleases this heart more than to see the both of you rekindle your relationship. I have been so blessed and loved by the both of you. You are so special to me.

To my beautiful gals ( Annie, Debra, Deriss, Rachel, Ruth and Kelfy ),
Our friendship is to me, like a scored gold mine. I believe that I have found my treasure in each of you. I adore you.

For Youth Impact members reading this,
No matter what happens next year, together we will be able to get through it. Look to the One above who loves you so much that your names are inscribed in the palms of His hands. I am believing for 'immeasurably more than I could ever ask or imagine'...

Maybe, just maybe, will I start writing down a list of resolutions again, to see how long I can hold on to it... *chuckles*

I have been asked before if I was anti-social due to my lack of hanging out with huge groups of people. I have been accused of being arrogant, old-fashioned and the whole pertaining attributes to highlight one point: that I am a loner.

I have missed blogging terribly. My computer have decided to go on a vacation because she's ill and now that she has obtained a full recovery, I can ride on her trustee back again.

In a nutshell of the events happening in the past week, Christmas has come and gone. It has been rather uneventful for me this year. In fact, it has been rather dull this year due to the poor economy condition, I guess.

Secondly, my new room is done! After so many years of waiting, it is done. It's lovely and cosy and I am spending as much time as possible in my very own space. I find lighting up aromatherapy candles and bunking in my bed with a good read very therapeutic.

I'm gonna leave it for now and go snuggle up in my bed...

I am very sorry for not updating my blog through a span of one week already. I've been extremely busy, studying mostly and now that that ordeal is over, I am finally free and liberated, and getting a much needed rest.

I promise to post up a new entry as soon as possible.

Till then, Happy Christmas and cheerio...

In retrospect, experiences in life are the greatest teachers. They teach us in many ways that you and I could never imagine but it made us grow up and be a better person. I received a lesson which has taught me in a way that I did not expect but nonetheless, I have learnt.

Because of my kind and generous personality ( Don’t you snigger *snarls* ), I will not hesitate to share with you what I have learnt.

1. NEVER Compromise.
I am saying it like I mean it. I made the mistake compromising when what I should have done was stand up for what I believe in even if it meant being ostracised from the rest and insisting my way through. We commit the blunder of compromising just because we want to remain in the good graces of the other party. Well, here it is, Don’t. Especially when it involves your religion. Which brings me to:-

2. Be respectful, religion wise
As in respect and be sensitive to an individual’s religion. It is something that we have grown up with, put our faith in and hold on to. It is VERY disrespectful if you know that Lucifer is Satan’s name ( for Christians ) and you still INSIST on using it. To put it plainly, it just pisses me off.

3. Always discuss.
Unless you are working on an assigned project alone, always discuss the tiniest detail with your team. No matter how insignificant you may find it, do it because they are your team members. They deserve just that much of respect from you.

4. Do not take people for granted.
If you are still caught in the Dark Ages, I will enlighten you. People have feelings. For goodness sakes’, we are human beings. So unless you start treating us like one, you are just in for a very difficult ride and I for one, will not make it any easier or more comfortable. You can bet your last penny on it.

5. Money shows you a person’s true colours.
In my case, it is RM24.00. Due to this, I am able to see your real character and true person. It has only cost me RM24.00. I consider this money well spent. Know that the next time I collaborate or be in the same team as you is when God make pigs fly.

I will admit I was extremely worked up about the incident. I was literally blowing off steam from my ears. But then again, who am I kidding? I am comparing and bringing myself to understand the brain of someone who adores a man who undergoes a surgery to remove his floating ribs in order to conduct (.... ). No wonder...

P/S: I was asked if I had ever considered being a lawyer. The particular person mentioned my forte in arguing with sense and facts. I did consider, seriously. But my detest for History and memorizing cut short my dream. Also, I dislike condoning to a specific set of rules, regulations and laws. They are wasted on me and I do not regard them highly. So, the feeling is mutual.

PP/S: Miss Mi-chelle, Thank you. You are an amazing person first, a wonderful lecturer second. Thanks for the hug.

^ That is ravioli. It is a form of pasta usually filled with meat, vegetable or cheese ( Think currypuff, without the curry filling ). When fried, esp the one with cheese filling, take a bite and you're in haven.

I am smacking the biggest pout across my face and I am sulking, like a little 5 year-old. That is because I am having a growling tummy and this Chatty Lass does not like to be deprived of food.

I had my fair share of noodles in soup for dinner but I guess my metabolism is working overtime to digest the food I ingested at top speed. And it does not help at all that Dad is watching Iron Chef at this very moment. I can hear the narrator mentioning, "Ravioli, Caviar, Salmon..." and I think I slobbered on my keyboard.

I am going to ransack the kitchen cabinets and scour the house for some esculent...

This left me seriously teary-eyed. I'm shallow that way. I cry at the drop of a hat. In a way, I really felt for the kid because of the rough journey he went through but as soon as he opened his mouth, he blew me away. I had goosebumps all over me.

In my opinion, a person who has gone through bobbing up and down the waves of life are that of a better artist. They know what it is like to be hurt and because of that, some of the most poignantly-written songs are birthed.

This is one of those videos worth waiting for..

is lost this year, I'm afraid...

Christmas is approaching in less than a month, and I am not even enthusiastic about it. I reckon it's probably because of my staying up late and not getting my daily dose of 8hours ( at least, they say ). Well, whosoever mentioned that teenagers can sleep for 2hours and still behave as though they have had a day's worth of sleep has clearly not come into contact with us. I'm so worn out right now, wishing I could bunk into my Zen place, where I can wander off into La-La Land and not be bothered, be absolutely left alone.

I am also not bothered at all to make any Chrismas wish lists as well as demand presents from my parents, which is very odd, come to think of it. I would bug them every single year, resulting in me getting something I ACTUALLY require and can utilise, rather than a pile of cool but less-required prezzies.

You know what would make a good Christmas present now? I would settle for an unperturbed 12-hour deep sleep... I mean it.

I'm tired. Let me re-phrase that, I. AM. TIRED. I am sleep-deprived, my brain cells are dead and I am a moving automaton. The juice of my brain cells have been squeezed dry and it has not been functioning well for pretty much the entire day.

I am in need of a jolt. Anything will do. I tried coffee and tea, to no avail, much to my dismay. Those are two fallbacks that I can always count on, and even they have failed me.

Suggestions anyone??

I need to hold up my fort of composure till the end of the week.....

This morning while riding the elevator, I was with a friend in it. And, I was holding a book. He looked at me and asked me with a smile on his face if I was holding a romance novel in my hand. I returned the smile, replying "No". I then proceeded to show him the cover of the book (It was Simon Cowell's autobiography, I Do Not Mean To Be Rude But...) and remarked, "I do not read romance novels because it never works out the way it seems in the books".

On the way home, while driving, the remark I made got me thinking. I used to devour those romance novels as I would when I see my favourite chocolate chip cookies. I enjoyed basking in the thought of how things would work out just fine in the end, where clearly it was not smooth sailing in the beginning, but differences were overcome and there it was: Happily ever after.

But, Reality mocks me. The truth could not be farther away from that.

In this world, there is no happily-ever-after. It is unheard of. I no longer believe in the cliche, "Time heals everything".

It does not.

Many times, those old wounds are just heaped beneath layers of work and stress thus we tend to ignore the pain. That does not mean recovery has taken place. Even if it manages to, the scars remain.

Would you like to know the perfect rendezvous, where you are able to have the best Tuesday you’ve had in months?

It is at my Mum’s hometown, where fast-food joints are unheard of, cows and goats are given the carte blanche to mingle around freely (Oh alright, I have taken exaggeration just a little too far but you get the picture) and meet out-of-town relatives.

Le Family went there to celebrate Baby Joyce’s Full Moon.
Note: To all readers who are ignorant or have no clue whatsoever of this celebration, it is a Chinese tradition to celebrate the baby reaching the first month of his/her life.
The reason as to why it is called Full Moon Celebration? Beats me.

Back to the main objective of today’s post, I got to carry Baby Joyce, after long last, as she is less jelly-like and wobbly now. Bear in mind, it has been sometime since I’ve held a baby in my arms. I am immensely thrilled if not extremely pleased to be able to finally do so. She smells lovely, looks at me with gorgeous dark brown eyes and my heart just melts at the sight of her.

• What Is In A Name

Thanks Cui Lin =)

Ten years ago, if you were to ask me what my passion was, I’d probably stare blankly into your eyes or give you the ‘I-want-to-grow-up-get-married-and-stay-in-a-house-with-white-picket-fence’ answer.

But, if you were to ask me right now, without hesitation, I would zero in on your irises and say, ‘Performing’.

To put it mildly, singing gives me the freedom of expression. I wish I could put it in a less-cheesy expression but I believe I have found myself. After years of self-discovery, I have finally found my true calling.

When I say performing, I do not mean it in a negative connotation. Certainly to have your singing and music have a profound impact on people would be awesome but often, fame and trueness to one’s passion seldom go hand-in-hand.

Don’t get me wrong, I have been singing in church for 5.5years and I do not regard my service to the House of God as an act. With all that I am and all that I have, I can only give glory back to the Giver of All Things. There is no way that I could acquire the talents in me by my own accord and with heartfelt gratitude, I thank the One above.

Albeit, I have to admit I am a music connoisseur and not ashamed of it. I do not profess to be a professional, on the contrary indeed. The satire of all is that I am not a musical genius, I can hardly play the piano. But unapologetically, I can tell you that I have the ability to determine whether or not a person has what it takes.

Hence, after a whole lot of observation, I made a list of tips for performing ( includes worship leading and etc.. ).

1. Don’t be anxious.
This is the first cardinal rule. Frazzled nerves, stomach in knots, clammy palms and jittery nerves are not your best buddies and should not at any point accompany you onstage. Get rid of them. It will take some practice but overcome this and you will very well be on your way to be very successful.

2. Make eye contact.
Look at the audience, don’t gaze upward to the skies hoping to see...Goodness knows what you want to see for no one can relate to you and to the song you’re singing when you don’t look at them. This is something very subtle but it carries a whole lot of weight on your stint.

3. Sing TO the audience, not sing AT the audience.
Enough said.

4. Posture.
- Don’t swing like those palm trees ( coconut trees in Malaysia ) on the beach. None will appreciate the fluidity of your body, trust me.
- Don’t imitate the wax figures in Madam Tussaud’s. Move to the beat of the song, again I stress, SUBTLY.
- Don’t fling your skull out by nodding your head so hard, it looks like your head is going to fall right off. A dislocated neck might keep you off your big break for quite sometime.

5. Know your material.
You have to know the song through and through, all of it. How do you expect to lead when you do not know your material? You would only be wasting your effort and the efforts of your band.

6. Choose the right song for your vocal range.
You have to know your vocal abilities and then choose the right song to accommodate it. Don’t exert your vocal cords. Some of the songs sound nice on the disc, but sometimes it is too big of a song for you. In other words, don’t strain the eardrums of your listeners by attempting to emulate it.

There you go, I have poured out my heart and experiences into this. I have let you know ( in my opinion ), the best way to deliver your performance.

Take your pick to listen, or not...

Many of you might be oblivious to the meaning of your name, but I take names seriously. Melissa means 'bee' in Greek and I have lived up to my name this particular week as I have been so busy, I am so drained and worn out.

Due dates for assignments have been pouring in, brain-storming for presentations with moots that I do not agree with, has to be done, all in the name of education.

I have to go off and do some last minute checks on my work albeit the fact that what I would love to do right now is have a cup of chamomile tea and go to bed.

Goodnight, and be happy that you are able to catch your forty winks so you do not have to look like a panda with a pepperoni pizza for your face tomorrow...

On a lighter note, I made a purchase this afternoon that made me feel oh-so-girly and I had a huge grin across my face till now.

Allow me to enlighten you,

Having long, thick lashes is every woman's dream. And for those with authentic Chinese heritage (Myself especially), it will only remain as a dream as we look onto those blessed with beautiful lashes, curved upwards. Not only do we have a sparse lash line, they are slanted downwards (I blame it all on Newton's gravity).



I'll let you into a shot I've taken of my lashes and you'll know what I mean.

Dish no.1: Sautéed Long Beans

Dish no.2: Potato & Carrot Broth

The photos taken do not, I repeat do not, do justice to what those dishes taste like. Daddy, Mummy and Angeline are three happy, satisfied and contented campers, and there's no stopping this Chatty Lass from beaming with pride.

Next up, caramelised onion tart with a side of salad and mashed potatoes anyone?

I realised while busy making the list of things I'd want for myself to accomplish before I turn 30, I completely left out the part on the carnal pleasures I like to lavish on myself and also indulge in once in awhile.

Now, I am woman enough to tell you that I like all things beautiful and yes, it includes those glittery objects, flawless arm candy and expensive material to adorn my figure.

I desire to be successful in the career path I've chosen because I am finally doing something I can see myself in, whether it is for the next couple of years or my entire life. This is what I excel best in, and it took some convincing on my parents but I would not trade what I am doing now for anything ( Except maybe a chance to perform on Broadway or a recording deal, but I'm halfway through La-La Land right now, so you'll ignore the sky-high ambition babbling ).

I've come up with some of the finer things in life that I'd like to get my hands on, before I'm 30:
1. Manolo Blahnik heels
If you've watched Sex and The City and seen those blue Blahniks Carrie Bradshaw have, you'll want to own a pair too.
2. Christian Louboutins, Jimmy Choos, heels, and more heels.
3. Christian Dior haute couture
4. Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Prada bags.

I can't go on, it's endless. I am salivating ( not drooling, mind you ) as I am typing. I love shoes and I have quite a collection of them, I must admit. But I will continue to save every penny I have till... Well, till I can get my first Blahniks, I suppose *winks*

Oh and by the way, Christmas is approaching pretty soon. The jingles of Christmas bells has already been downloaded into my memory centre, and has irritatingly uploaded itself and begin playing without my approval, reminding me to begin Christmas shopping.

This Chatty Lass went to visit her aunt that has just given birth a couple of weeks back. And the moment I saw baby Joyce, I just melted. Rather, my heart melted.

And I also saw my other very adorable nephew. Denzel is three-plus and he is brilliant with a very mischevious twinkle in his eyes.

His mummy is also expecting and he'll be a big brother next February. It wouldn't be long till family gatherings are filled with the wonderful sound of coos and gurgles of babies.

For the opportunity to carry babies again and breathe in the sweet-smelling baby's breath, I look forward with eager anticipation for the next family gathering...

Today is my sis' birthday. So, in honour of her birthday, I took her out for lunch and also to watch High School Musical 3 ( To be honest, I am not particularly fond of it but well, it's her birthday ).

And I have to say, the third installment reigns as my favourite, thus far. The storyline of the show is nonetheless cheesy, as it always has been though I did find myself humming to the tune of some of the songs which means the songs has had an impression on me, one way or another. But, this is hereby NOT a public declaration to suggest that those are poignantly written, career-launching songs. Neither are they songs that people will remember as 'great' another one or two years down the road.

I pride myself in being incredibly honest, so I will give praise where it's due. This is a huge step-up from HSM 1 and 2. Also, the new dance routines are more mature although the moves lack variation as some of the moves are a repetition ( From the previous ones and also in this particular movie itself ). All in all, the conclusion I've come to is, it is definitely not a RIVETING watch but it does qualify in the 'Alright-to-watch' category. Not great, it's alright.

And also,

For Angeline,

I hope that one day when you finally read this, you'll know that I mean this from my heart. You have driven me up the wall and through the roof 99% of the time but you also have a good and loving heart. I'm thankful to have a sister like you. I love you, sis.

There is so much I wish I had told you.

• I was touched when you took the effort to buy me lunch, knowing that my hectic timetable left me no chance to get a quick bite.
  
  
• I loved the wonderful smell of your cologne.
  
  
• I loved walking down the streets with you. I loved how your palms felt against mine.
  
  
• I loved the witty jokes that you made. I laughed so much, my stomach and jaw ached. Eventhough some of them were so silly, it made my day so much better and brighter.
  
  
• I treasure the perfume you gave me so much, I take it out just to have a whiff of it every now and then.
  
  
• I cherish the pats on the head, hugs and kisses you gave me. I can still feel the warmness of your hands on my face.

Above it all, I wished I had told you this. I know how much it pained you that I've never verbalise it.

But here it is now, I love you. I did, I still do and I always will.

"First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever."

Rosemary Rogers 

After the service was over, picture taking ensued.


Joshua, the archangel. Or at least he attempts to look like one. It's more of cymbal-at-the-back-of-the-head guy meets Zohan. In the background huddling a backpack is Alwyn.

Close-up.

After having a hearty lunch, there was a heavy downpour. I took some pictures of the raindrops. They're luscious.

I visited the Tropical Spice Garden sometime during the past two weeks and I came to a stunning, winding cobblestone steps.

I am indeed an old soul, and I'm proud of it. Gonna go fetch a cup of cuppa now =)

I have said it before, and I am gonna say it again, I absolutely adore my dog, Max. And Max, he's the greatest.

Max is of the miniature poodle breed (I love golden retrivers too). Poodles are regarded as one of the smartest breeds of dogs, and I can fully attest to that.

I was taking some random shots of him and I realised that he looks so cute that I decided to post them for your fun viewing.

His eyes are expressive, aren't they ? And gorgeous too..

Decided to get a dog yet?

Hi everyone, this is Max here. While my Mummy went on her 'well-deserved' vacation, she left me home alone, all by myself, without food and water....

*smack, smack*

That is the sound of Mummy smacking my cute bottom for exaggerating. She actually sent me to a lovely pet hotel called Sugar Rae at Tanjung Bunga. There, Aunty Kim looked after me for the five days that I was there, and I must say, I was comfortable there.

I actually stayed on ground floor but Aunty Kim said I was too noisy. Well only because everytime the door opened, I thought it was Mummy coming for me, so I called her as loudly as I could. Too bad that I was deemed as noisy so Aunty 'upgraded' me to the first floor with a spectacular view.

I was happy for the first two days, then I begin to miss my Mummy already. Somehow, I got the feeling that Mummy missed me too. My suspicions were proven true as Mummy hugged me so tight that I almost suffocated, whispering in my fluffy ears 'I miss you so much, darling' when she picked me up later on.

Time flew and days passed. And for what semed like eternity, I saw a familiar figure moving towards me from afar. "That can't be Mummy, can it ?", I thought to myself. But as the figure drew closer, it was indeed Mummy. I jumped for bloody joy, of course. I was jumping up and down, all over the place, yelling out 'Mummy' in the best way I know how. I could see Mummy waving at me, calling my name and laughing at my exuberance.




Me, safely snuggled in Mummy's arms




Caught staring




This is the I-am-getting-annoyed-and-not-amused look I gave Mummy when she kept me in her never-ending photoshoot





P/S : Ben is staying over in my place this weekend. His Daddy is Mummy's uncle and we'll be having a slumber party. Yay!

Hi,

I am back. My apologies for not updating my blog and posting new entries. I went off with Le Family to the KL for a short R&R as well as retail therapy.

I did not buy much. But Daddy did make me a very happy girl when he got me a new pair of Nike Air and my, are they gorgeous.. And not only are they pleasing to the eyes, they are of extreme comfort to my feet. I fell in love with them as soon as I laid eyes on them, after looking through so many stores ( I am extremely fussy )

Anyway, what I wanted to talk about was not about the things I got but of something that annoyed me very much. I had to hold it in me for two whole days before being able to blog about it. So, here goes...

It happened in the elevator I was riding. The elevator doors opened when the bell chimed 'Ding', and I was about to exit. But my intention to do so was cut short when the awaiting passengers outside poured into my path and completely overwhelmed me. I was shocked and very much irritated by this rude behaviour. Normal, polite and civic minded people would usually stand to the side of the elevator, wait till all the passengers exit, and then enter. But not here, no siree.. These people are so worried that they won't be able to catch the next elevator that they resort to being so utterly senseless and not to mention, just plain rude. And this happened not once to me, but TWICE ! You could say that I was more than irritated when this occured.

No wonder Malaysians are voted as one of the least polite people in survey polls, recorded by Reader's Digest. I wouldn't dare to imagine what those visiting Malaysia would think of us. Also, we lack the usage of the simple 'Please' and 'Thank-You'. Those are the basic and fundamental values of a person. These are things taught to all of us from the very day we were born, our preschool teachers arduously instilling them in us while we were in preschool, and not to mention our parents constantly drilling those words in our heads. But still, many times in vain.

I am very particular when it comes to mannerisms and ettiquettes. Not to be high and mighty about it, or all Western, but I personally believe that this is the very substance of who a person is. Your manners are the first impression you leave, and it will be the defining point of who you really are. And I am thankful to have parents who are so meticulous about this, that I am brought up with the full awareness of being polite and well-mannered. And, I am going to make sure that when I have my lovely children in the future, they are going to be the most well-mannered children there is.

So, all of this boils down to upbringing as well as culture and in the end, who we choose to be. If I were to be elected Prime Minister ( That is a very far-fetched idea, it looks silly even as I am typing it, thus the bold impression ), perhaps the first thing I would implement is for the citizens of Malaysia to be enrolled to preschool again, to re-learn all the basic values.

But as I read the writings of Miss Frank, I began to see the world in a different light. In my

sometimes judgemental mind, the questions of why-s often surface. Why can't the leaders think properly and make less-troublesome decisions for the people? or Why do I have to go through this just because of...?

I resolved to this, To shrink myself from that thought. I still love life in spite of everything and I would still love life, even if I were to die tomorrow because as I reflect back, I have lived life to the fullest. Certainly there are things where I wish I could change, but none that I have regrets on.

The world today is what it is. I pictured it to be more, this world. If only people can see through the eyes of Anne Frank, then who knows...

The world Anne Frank envisioned could be the world that you and I know we pictured of...

I have been so caught up with so many things going on that I hardly have the time to catch a breather. Now that I can finally settle down to catch my breath (but this week is gonna be hectic for me, no less), I'm gonna write on something that I have been meaning to talk about for some time already.

I was surfing through the Net and I came across a site where names of the celeb's children are listed, and to say that some of them might not be in their right mind when naming their kids is an understatement.

So, I have made a list and compiled, for your reading pleasure the most absurd names (in my opinion).

In descending order,

No.5 :Henry Günther Ademola Dashtu Samuel, Johan Riley Fyodor Taiwo Samuel
Well, subtlety is clearly unheard of for this celeb couple. Those are the names for Seal and Heidi Klum's boys.

No.4 : Poppy Honey, Daisy Boo
There is 'Don't play with your food' but not 'Don't name your kids after your food'. Simmer on that, Jamie Oliver.

No.3 : Camera (daughter)
You poor girl, I guess your parents (Arthur and Jeanne Ashe) got carried away with the invention that they decided to name you in honor of that. But at least be thankful you're not Penn and Emily Jilette's daughter..


Which brings me to,


No.2 : Moxie Crimefighter
Whatever happened to naming your child being a gift to his/her life ? When your little girl grows up, she's gonna wish your trick to make people disappear will work on her. She will, trust me. I would, if my name was Moxie Crimefighter.

But, all these names could not outdo this one. I have saved the best for the last.

Drumroll, please... And the Oscar goes to,



No. 1 : Bluebell Madonna
Naming your kid after the Queen of Pop? You have got to be kidding me. And Bluebell? This actress cum singer once made a statement saying that she would support her daughter despite of 'whatever she wants to do in the future'. Well, good luck to that, because little Bluebell will need all the support she can get from the person gave her a name befitting a dairy cow. The celeb? Geri Halliwell.

A change is taking place in my life. In fact, this year has been life-altering and my eyes are opened to a new dimension, my faith challenged to a new level.

The number of occupants in my home decreased from 7 to 6 to 5 and now, only the four of us (Daddy, Mummy, sis and yours truly). When there were the seven of us, the house seemed a little crammed with limited privacy. When I came home today, I came back to a startlingly empty house and the realisation finally sank in.

My paternal grandpa passed away the morning of my birthday after about a year of battling nose cancer. He was a quiet and reserved man, with very few words but his love for me was evident through his actions. As I recalled the days where he took the effort to buy me breakfast or giving me piggy-back rides when I was younger, tears just flowed freely.

My maternal grandpa then passed away recently, less than a month ago.

Going through two funerals a year is devastating but at the same time for me, it was an eye-opener. To cherish life, take full advantage of the time to appreciate loved ones, friends and family alike.

As I am writing this post, tears welled up in my eyes. I have not said and talked much to anyone about this but I do miss my grandpa-s very much. They were people very dear to my heart.

And yesterday morning, my maid (who was also considered as part of the family) left for Indonesia, back to her land and family. Usually upon returning home, she'll be at the door but today, no smiles and greetings. Just a wooden door.

There are gonna be a number of changes in my life. I'm viewing this as a new chapter in my life.

A fresh start, a new beginning, a new season. The previous chapter has ended, and this calls for a fresh page on the book. With new ink, another story is chronicled.

As I returned home after college, I figured I'd watch a movie.

I looked through The Home's dvd collection and chanced upon The Notebook. I heard rave reviews about this movie being tear-jerkingly romantic.

I must say this is my favourite romance movie, so far. It is simple yet incredibly romantic. The fundamental value of what true love really is, is expressed in the most radical way possible.

Let me start by saying, I am a cynic. A staunch believer that 'love' at first sight does not occur, and probabilities of it happening is one in a million.

Neither do I believe that a fat man suiting up in red and white, with a long white beard (sometimes braided, in certain versions) sending gifts to children during Christmas is real. Yes, I do not believe in Santa Claus.

Men of Noah Calhoun's breed are greatly diminishing, almost extinct in fact. And if I ever end up with such a guy (that is to say he is a sold-out romantic and looks as rugged as Ryan Gosling), chances are I would be pinching myself till there are bruises all over me to register in my thick skull that I am not dreaming. But then again, probabilities of that occuring is next to impossible.

Haagen-Dazs..

I love Haagen-Dazs, it's the best ice-cream in the world. I do not eat it as often as I'd like to, well only because I want to watch my figure. Seriously, continual eating of this will add inches to your waistline more quickly then you can say, "Fat".

Nestled within the folder were....



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My very own card ( with my name printed on, no less ) as well as a FREE voucher.

Mail No. 2

Christian Dior ( monthly mag )

To those not in the know, I love the parfums of Christian Dior. I also adore the couture and jewellery. Too bad I can't afford it right now, but maybe 5 or 6 years down the road, I might be able to get my hands on some of the gorgeous runway pieces.

To get to what is actually the main point of today's entry is, life is not just meant for us to live by. Sure, being surrounded by all the beautiful things in life is wonderful. I love make-up, I love clothes and shoes, I love perfumes, I love many other things. But, are these things eternal? Are they everlasting? Does loving them make me any better as a person?

The answer as you very well know it, is no. So, what are these things for? These are items that only give us temporary fulfillment, with no eternal purpose. We splurge on them and buy them as presents or treats. That's awesome but we must be careful to not let them become the centre of our focus, our primary attention.

Many of you might not want to admit it, but what I've just mentioned is very true. We spend our money and buy stuff we like when we are happy as well as when we are down. We feel the euphoria and thrill when we first purchase it. But one week down the road, one month later, it wears off. The excitement is not there anymore. We end up craving and yearning for more. I speak of this from my heart, I know exactly how it feels like because I've been there before.

Let me suggest to you, to invest in something that you will never regret of and will leave you feeling contented for life: Jesus Christ.

He will fill up all your thirsts and hungers that you will never go hungry and dry again, for He is the wellspring of life. He is eternal, He is everlasting. And, He loves YOU.

Invest in Him today =)

Blessings, Melissa.

Well, here I am again. This is unusual, a first as a matter of fact, that I am posting two entries in a day. But I have to let off steam. I was cheerful and chirpy as a bird this morning but not as for right now. This Chatty Lass has to rant to release the steam that is coming out her ears. It is all due to something that occurred sometime from 3 till 5pm today.

I made a promise to myself as well as my parents that I am gonna be more civil with my tongue, making less critical remarks and not string up several words or adjectives to form a more ‘articulate’ sentence to describe a situation or person. Now don’t get me wrong, by saying ‘articulate’ sentence, I do not mean profanity. I do not swear. Period.

But for this particular person to make his debut in my blog, he must have done something. Something that completely touches my heart or something absolutely annoys me. Take your pick...

Now, I had a tutorial on Introduction to Mass Communication at 3. I was rather excited to learn more of the course that I signed up for so naturally, I entered the class with enthusiasm. But unfortunately, the college assigned a less-enthusiastic lecturer to be the upper hand. Big mistake. To say that he is boring would be the understatement of the year.

What makes me say that?

1. His tone is monotonous.
Scratch that. He IS monotonous. Everything about him is. Trust someone like him to completely suck the living juice out of you. He sounds like a radio with a dying battery. His voice has the same effect to me as listening to a Jessica Simpson record: Painful.

2. He does not move.
I’m serious! If his lecture is 2 hours, he would stand in the same position without moving for that period of time. It seems as though he’s screwed to the floor and when the span of the lesson ends, he unscrews himself and moves around like us normal beings again.

3. He likes to use ‘The’.
There’s nothing wrong in using ‘the’, you might say. But when ‘the’ is the only article used in a 2–hour lecture, tell me to my face that it will not annoy you.

I can go on and on but I am gonna be a ‘civilised’ person and stop it right there, for now. There might be more updates, so stay tuned.

Thank you for listening. I am feeling much better now =)

Alright alright, I have not vanished from the face of the Earth.

I've been catching up on movies. I went to watch Death Race. It's a good show, well on the account that there's Jason Statham and great graphics. I would have liked it much better if they had raced with cars though, instead of those giant monster trucks doubling up as killing machines.

Then, there was the premiere of The Love Guru. From the movie trailer, it looked like a funny plus watch-worthy movie. Annie and I wanted to watch it but Daddy beat us both to it. He bought the DVD. The show was completely and utterly senseless, and not to mention downright silly. Some of the jokes made, doesn't even make any sense. Watch it only if you are a die-hard Jessica Alba fan or you'd like to watch Justin Timberlake in his first comedy stint.

*For those of you looking for a show to have a good laugh over, there's always White Chicks and The Pink Panther and I would like to throw in another recommendation : Death At A Funeral.




Moving on, presenting my latest muse..




And lastly, I've been showing him off and telling him to everyone I know but I have not officially introduced him to all of you. This is the love of my life.