It Should Have Been....

...my celebration.

But, it's not. And I am perfectly okay with it.(^.^)

I would be lying if I say there's no slight envious feeling of seeing friends carrying bags with big CONGRATULATION on it. It supposed to be our moment of glory.

However, at this point, I am still struggling with my dissertation. I have yet to get my result/final output and madam supervisor suggested to add ten, yes, TEN more independent variable to the network. I was dumbfounded since Oct 14 is the due date, and today is what? Today is 9th. Madam N motivated be, saying she believes/know that I can do it..and that means a lot. A LOT! Thanks~

Yesterday's class, Dr J announced that 90% of us failed MidTerm on his paper.Screw me, but I am used to such kind of news. It's perfectly normal for me to be in that majority.(it surprises me that the percentage are 90 this sem , it used to be smaller)
It didn't affect my motivation to finish my project anyway. Sometimes too much of optimism scares me.I worry that I am not worrying about anything anymore.*sigh*

"What if's" are constantly lingering in my mind. What if I did it differently back then? Would I be celebrating now, instead of struggling?...I would never know...

But, I believe the Lord Almighty have yet to teach me something in this extra two sem. (kasi senang hati sendiri..=D) I may not be aware of what it is, but I am as eager as a beaver!

Seeing happy faces of my graduating friends send comfort in me, I would be twice as happy as them next year knowing that I succeeded overcoming my weaknesses. I am going to strive harder for that day. Who could ever thought that this chacha who hated/never good/no distinct interest in maths would end up majoring in Maths for her degree? I don't. Not even the faintest idea.

Moving and bouncing up is the only way left when you hit rock bottom...Eh, I haven't hit rock bottom la..The challenges are still bear-able so far.*grins*

*And I'm tired of citing the origin of this image..huh..vi.sualize.us (actually somewhere else, but it was added in visualizeus..some sort of medium for image lovers) is the source of every pic here, except when stated else.

Dancing in the Rain

Rain..rain..

I love people who smile when it's raining..and I myself smile too.

In conjunction of this continuous rainfall, here's two quotation that I reeeallly LOVE.


Literally, I can't dance..I'm a kaki bangku..but when it comes to figurative, I am learning to dance in the rain! It's good for the spirit..Yah, yah..the optimism again. (^.^)

Umbrella, anyone?

academic cycle

Lets just say, I am stuck between confusion and hopelessness which eventually leads me to lose my sanity.
Really looking forward to reach accomplishment, which feels so distant from me.

No, I am NOT complaining.

*image from vi.sualize again..they say it vi.sualize, et. al when it comes to writing dissertation*
*which reminds me..i finished typing a blog post in just one minute, yet for dissertation, one hour equals to less than a paragraph*

How You See It Makes A Difference

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: 'I am blind, please help.' There were only a few coins in the hat.


A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'


The man said, 'I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.'
What he had written was: 'Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.'

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?


Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.


Great men say, 'Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness.... In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.'

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling...
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it.

*Source : Not sure, found it somewhere in my inbox. Credits to whomever that shared this story in the first place.

This Is A Big Part of Me.

This is why I can't be a vegetarian. I could say no to kfc, mcd, nasi ayam, chicken chop, ayam kurma, bubur ayam, bbq-ed chicken wings, etc.. But no, not to this food.



This is more than merely just a meal . I personally call this tradition. At least, it is tradition for me and my girls. Going down to KB together and have this as our reunion meal. That's how it is with us.

It tasted the same since it costed RM1.50 per bowl more than 10 years ago. Now it is RM4.50 (my serving size). The aroma of crisp bawang goreng, the tenderness of the noodles, the nothing-can-beat-this soup served in humble china..simply the best! I never tasted anything quite the same as this one. And that is why everyone who went away from home would miss the uniqueness of this meal!

I am thankful I grew up with this delicious meal (despite of the amount of MSG added), and that I knew such food that holds significant sentimental value to me.

This meal spells HOME to me. Mee sup KB. Heavenly.

Point of Views

Optimist : The glass is half-full.









Pessimist : The glass is half-empty.







Realist : Yep. That's a glass, alright.








Idealist : One day, cold-fusion from a glass of water will provide unlimited energy and end war.








Capitalist : If I bottled this and gave it a New Agey sounding name, I could make a fortune.







Communist : This drink belongs to every single one of us in equal measure.








Conspiracist : The government is fluoridating the water for mind-control purposes.








Sexist : This glass isn't gonna refill itself, honeybun...








Nihilist : The glass does not exist, and neither do I.









Opportunist : There's a funny t-shirt in here somewhere.






*I got this somewhere from despair.com through vi.sualize.


Deal with it, people are so diverged that they see the same thing very differently.

Thus, thou shalt not judge.

my evenings.my wedding.my moment

-henpon 2mp-

Yayy! This is kinda sakai..but I admit, I am sakai at times. =D

I saw shoes and stuffs alike by charmain before in mags (Women Weekly), and seeing it in Parkson a while ago made me break my own shopping rule of thumb. Another pair brought home despite of constantly reminding myself that I DON'T NEED A NEW PAIR!*sigh* I really can't resist buying a shoes with my name on it!

I liked most of its design, but some were too extravagant (in terms of price and style) for me. And I believe, shoes tells a lot about one's personality. I love flats and sandals and sneakers and flipflops the most because it is practical, but on weekends, you can see me in my heels and wedges. Well, the only appropriate venue for me to be taller and not feel awkward about it is at church. Furthermore, I am dressing my best every Saturday. *wink*

However, I don't really get their tag-line my evenings.my wedding.my moment. Hmm, maybe it is a marketing thing that I have yet to learn.

Okay, I'm gonna wear my new shoes as I continue eliminating models for Econometrics..which I have been doing all day!