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Sunday 29 December 2013

HELP ME!!

Dear all,

I have this problem since few days ago.. I can't upload any picture now.. as I click the upload image icon or the upload video icon..






NOTHING CAME OUT EXCEPT A BLANK POP OUT WINDOW!!!!!!!!!


Help me people..
I have tried all the troubleshoot in blogger, but the result disappoints me..


Help.. People.. help..



Tuesday 24 December 2013

The cutest root in my life.

Better blog it down when the feeling is still intense in me, I rush to laptop once I reach home.


Today, I visit my grandma, popo. We always call her popo, or wang popo 王婆婆


Before popo fell down and had orthopaedic surgery, she was with us, stay with us for years, and she is my bed-mate, that's where the intimacy starts (even though she saw my naked body since I was a kid, and I barely remember that, so it doesn't count to me. But I know, popo sayang me the most a lot, as the youngest granddaughter that she has)

Before I stepped in the house, I can already hear my popo, praying super loudly. OMITOFU OMITOFU OMITOFU..  (My grandma is a Buddhist)


Then I saw her lying on the sofa, like this. 


And actually gave me a light slap when I first sit down near to her. And she didn’t stop praying still, then she told me, her gum pain. She wants to let me feel the pain. =.=  (after that, popo didn’t show any sign of pain or even mention the pain again. And I suspect, she actually hits me simply because she knows I took too long to visit her again. She is super smart today. How smart?! Please read below. 



I recorded a video of my popo praying very hard, failed to upload bcz of the size can't be coped by the tortoise speed of internet that my house subscribe to. The background omitofu was my mum, she prays with a rhythm, not bad, and my grandma follows the rhythm and actually got tired at the middle part and start laughing, exposing her almost toothless mouth.


Today, popo is smart! Very smart. So, my dad was asking her, does she want to sit up, instead of lying down on the sofa.
Then my grandma replied: I don’t wanna poo. Who said I wanna poo?
ME: No one said that. Who said that?
Grandma: Then, why he asked me whether I wanna sit up not, we only need to sit up straight when we wanna poo, who tells you we need to sit up when chatting with others. =.=  Why can’t I lye down talking to you. =.=

This wang popo, is super smart and alert today huh.

So rude ya, this photo. Hahaha.
 Throughout the talk, popo keeps hugging me, help me comb my hair with her fingers, tidy up my hair, slip my hair back my ears, She also keeps touching my face.. (Touching face is very commonly happened, my popo likes to touch people’s face, not just mine. But, running across my hair using her fingers, slip my hair back my ears is something unusual, rare to happen.)

Popo, held my hand with us crossed each others fingers. Then after few minutes, she complained, it was pain because we held too tight. hahaha. Then she starts mumbling I'm too skinny la, bla bla bla...



Popo talks a lot today, and she calls me mummy, and talks in 4 languages to me, Mandarin, Malay, Cantonese and hokkien. 

 Like this picture very much, even though it was bit blurry.

I mentioned just now that my grandma keeps touching my face right...
Then I asked grandma,
ME: popo, you got wash your hands not, after you poo poo. If you didn’t wash your hands, then my face habes liao..
POPO: 你都傻的, 我一定有洗手啦 ..  you are stupid izzit, sure I washed my hands.


 This is so popo. Popo always scold people like this. Hahaha. At one point, I think I’m really stupid, because I was laughing so hard when she scolded me like that. I used to get scolded before I sleep, because she was my bed-mate, I sleep with her every night, and she keeps scolding me for some tiny matters to me, but big matters to her. Such as why I am not wearing long pants to sleep, why I didn’t blow my hair dry, why I didn’t wipe my feet dry enough before I sleep. (Obviously, my grandma sees my future possible health problem such as headache, migraine as a big matter more than I perceived it) (and, popo, 99% of time, I will blow my hair dry before I sleep, I still don’t wear long pants: I guess that’s why I got dengue not long ago and I have not learned from the lesson yet)

Popo being generous, insists me to finish her cup of drinks. She is always like that, think of us about everything. 


My popo..



Not being recognized by her, and not have my name called out from her mouth is not something disappoints me anymore. (And to make me feel better, she always asks for me when I’m not around. I know she misses us a lot, her grandchildren. ) To see her talks so much and being so happy today makes my day.


My popo. I wish you live healthily and so happy and energetic like today.



Note to self: not to forget the roots, not to have even a moment of shame or mahuan, not to forget they are the people who raise us up and educate us. They sacrifice a lot for us.




突然想起 黄子华 的笑话:


你敢说我不负责任?!
我为了我父母那一刹那的快感, 负责任了二十多年, 你说我不负责任?!



哈哈,也对噢。


那就让我们负责任到底吧。
加油!

Sunday 15 December 2013

Recent Addiction : HUMAN by CHRITINA PERRI

It has been long since the last time I sit in the car purposely just want to finish listening to the song, that actually touch the deepest side in my heart. I think the last time, it was more than half a year ago. It was YOUR SONG, by ELLIE GOULDING
Now, I found a new song, and I experience it with Pakee. It catches Pakee's attention as well, but I'm the one requested to sit in the car longer to finish up the song. (No any intention of just trying to hold him with me in car for any longer if any of you may misunderstand the situation. haha )



What a sexy cover, I know. Hahahaa... 

Here's the lyrics... 
I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that’s what you want
Be your number one
I can fake a smile
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
If that’s what you ask
Give you all I am

I can do it
I can do it
I can do it

[Chorus]
But I’m only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I’m only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
I’m only human, yeah

I can turn it on
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that’s what you need
Be your everything

I can do it
I can do it
I'll get through it

[Chorus]
But I’m only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I’m only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
I’m only human, yeah

[Bridge]
I’m only human
I’m only human
Just a little human

I can take so much
Until I’ve had enough

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I’m only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
‘Cause I’m only human, yeah


Well. Isn't it so true.. SO NAKED. * Now I understand why the cover is so sexy* 

When listening to the song, I listen it as in she is talking to herself, or parents, or someone who she had made promises or goal but fail to achieve it, disappoint not only the person but herself as well. 

When I listen to it second time, paying more attention, I feel like more as a breakdown from a unfulfilled promise, unjustified love by her lover, yet she still fake it out that she can bear it until she can't. Or "a broken promise" is a better phrase for it? 


We, as human, can do a lot of things. 
A weak creature who bears strong souls in it. 
Do not doubt on our own capability, 
you wouldn't know you can run like Bolt if you are not chasing by a jaguar. *wtfish* 

If we really want something, we find reasons for doing it, otherwise, we found excuses. 
I can do it. 
We all can do it. 
It's just a matter of fact we want to do it not. 
And the reasons in heart which held us strong. 

Fear not, all of us bleed when we fall. 

All of us hurts when it turns out not to be what we expected. 

Fear not, because we are humans. 

The weak creature that bears strong soul in it. 
We may get injured. 
But we heal with time.

Don't be beaten up by despair, and desperation. 

If you do, listen to the song, and dust them off. 

Live a life that you will be proud of. 
As a human.   


Let's get back to work! 
Thanks Chritina Perri for the great song, and a great voice to listen to. 

She even sings well in Live 


How can I not love her voice. *melt* 

Thursday 5 December 2013

Emotional break down





Title says it all. Hahaha..






Continue read further if you wanna know it more. I warn you for the long and may or may not be bored to you.  And this is written with the most sincere side of me.


Here's the story.

I have been awarded with 2 awards in faculty of veterinary medicine in these 2 years time. I'm happy of it and proud of it, to be frank. But whoever got it would definitely feel the same with me. It's an honor to be awarded as it is more than just a reward of hard work in studying but faculty recognised our capability. Meanwhile overwhelmed with happiness, I'm scared and afraid of people seeing me as one of the top student in class. (because obviously I don't see myself as an extraordinary, clever student.) I'm nothing more than ordinary but may show higher interest than others and keen on learning in the subjects I'm interested. Thus, I started having stress this year for carrying that in the class.


Believe it or not, I never see myself as a clever girl. (I don't say that out in class anymore, because whenever I said it, people will be like: "aaargh Chia Lin~~ *roll eyes*"

My PMR result wasn't that good, SPM as well, didn't even get to squeeze into that "frame of proud" in my highschool. Just during STPM, which I'm highly motivated because I have decided I want to get into Veterinary Medicine. And just at the right time, 2 seniors got into Veterinary Medicine and it looks fun. It makes me even more dedicated to study hard, to get into Vet med which require not less than 3.75 CGPA  for STPM students. So, I scored with flying colors in STPM, came in as a 4.0 high scorer with first choice in Veterinary Medicine. Which is quite a rare case.

People knows about my result. But how many would really care about how much hardship I actually paid in it. I studied till 2am and woke up at 630am for the first half year. Then I got lazy what the fish lol, I slept at 12pm. But everyday right after class, I study. I had the initiative to form study group, whenever we were free, we revised. We always tests on each other. And I always asks questions in class. We only have 18 students in class. That was in form 6.

So, good results is not because I'm clever. It's because I'm hard working enough and I'm lucky to have a study group and people knows more than me, cleverer around me that willing to teach me. I appreciate God arrangement for me.

And one of my award is paraclinical, which form 6 knowledge covers a lot of the topic and help me in a much different way of thinking. That explained why.

And good results changed my life. Being chopped as a clever student slowly takes its effect on me,
as I more reluctant to ask question, because I afraid of my questions are stupid. (eventhough some lecturers did say, no question is a stupid question, So happy when I heard that, and I asks her lots of question after the class. hahaha.). And afraid of people see me in a way that, "You should have know this." And no one actually believe that you wasn't well prepared for tests, which I could understand about that too. So, I stop telling people "me too" when people came to me and tell me they are not ready for tests and look nervous for the tests.  Starts relied more and more on google rather than ask.  I don't like that. Why goes to google spent so much time on looking for information that the person right in front of you already know the answer and maybe can give you more idea with their experience.

Why? I mean that's not me.
And I feel the weight of it on my shoulder getting more and more heavy and starts suffocating me. I feel so out of breath and dislike myself being in that way.


Why would I so care about others?
Since when I start caring about other people see me as clever or stupid?
Why am I afraid of people comparing me with other students in the award board? 


Phunny~


Then thanks to an incidence that was just merely a joke which brought me to emotional break down state. Then only I realised, what was happening in me that I don't even recognise such stress in me before. I didn't see it coming but it was with me for months or even worse, years.


and after releasing that extra water in me, I do feel relieved.  As recognise the fear in you is another big step towards a better self. 



Thank you to the people who stimulate my emotional break down. Facing it now, is better than facing it in future which I foresee it would be more lonely where friends are dispersed to all over the country. 


And thanks to God for making it happened. 

Last, thanks to me, for having the bravery to write down this page as a reminder for future Chia Lin to see. How fragile I was. And how I grow up. 


Dear readers, I hope you enjoy reading it, and if you have fear in you, I hope you can recognise it too and face it. 


Cheers, for a better self. 


-xoxo-
Chia Lin 2013