Well, I used to blog using my Friendster blog but I guess the time has come for me to change it to a more convenient blog. Therefore, I am going to try my best to write about my life experiences in blogger.com.
My new blog address is http://bridgetlee85.blogspot.com/
Thanks to all who has been reading my post in my friendster blog all these while.
Remember to bookmark my blog address! 
God bless all
Today, at
Everise, there is a Big Boom Sale.
My mom woke
me up at 730am to accompany my dad to go to Everise to grab some of the
discount products. I agreed.
We reached
Everise at 800am. There were around two dozen people around that time. My dad
and I situated ourselves at the entrance which we taught would be closer and
would lead us faster to the Compaq toilet tissue.
And so we
waited.
15 minutes
later, the place started to pack. A sea of people arrived and started to
squeeze into any available space. Unfortunately, a big, fat guy stood behind me
and he has a huge belly. He stood so near to me that his belly was literally
stuck to my back. I can even felt his breath down my neck, and it was rotting
with durian smell. The smell was bearable when he was breathing, but again
unfortunately, he enjoyed cracking unfunny jokes to his companion, thus the
pungent smell intensified. Plus, as expected, the uncles and aunties around me
do not have their morning bath and the body odour smell is heavy in the air.
At 830am,
we expected any minutes to burst in and snatch one or two Compaq toilet
tissues. The insolent, huge, obese, smelly guy behind me suddenly put his hand
on my waist. I was just planning to glare at him when the entrance opened.
Using his huge belly and his hand on my waist, he pushed me aside and rushed
inside. Now, that truly defines barbarian well. I am only surprised that it
still exists in the modern world!
Seeing
everyone was running, I ran too. I reached the place but there were already a
few aunties and uncles in front. They took two or three or four Compaq tissue
each. It was hilarious when I saw them fighting with each other to grab their Compaq.
After a moment, I felt it was demeaning upon them. Those who have grabbed a few
Compaq, were unable to move anywhere else since people at the back kept pushing
to the front. I too, was stuck in the middle, unable to leave this mad-rush
place.
I failed to
grab any Compaq. Apparently there are only 8 to 10 Compaq tissues available on
sale. High demand but low ‘penawaran’. However I managed to get few scratches here
and there.
What is a
cheap sale if there is only less than a dozen Compaq available? If I knew, I
won’t even go to Everise for the Big Boom Sale. Also, the opening hours is
supposedly 0830. but today, it opens at 0845. I have to bear extra 15 minutes
with that disgusting, fat man behind me.
The Compaq
is only RM1++ cheaper than usual. To go through all those trouble to grab
Compaq is totally not worth it. During the rush, one might get hurt as well.
The rush I saw just now in Everise is crazier than the rush I experienced at
KTM rush hour. And it is all for the sake of a few ringgit. I’m glad my dad
turns out well. No scratches.
Say Tak Nak
to Big Boom Sale. By the way, the fat guy got a Compaq.
Hi all. I have been trying to blog these few weeks, but then apparently my friends have done that faster than me. We have been sharing the same life experiences, therefore I think it is only appropriate this time to link their website to my blog page. So here are them.
http://thestorylike.blogs.friendster.com/the_strory_like/2007/11/a_trip_to_remem.html
http://mariacynthia.blogs.friendster.com/a_brand_new_day/2007/11/my_life.html
You can read their blogs and they have stated clearly what I intended to blog. Anyway, love you all friends!
I’m back to Kuching for Hari Raya for three weeks. As usual, I like to sum up what I have learned during my life in UKM.
It started horribly, as you can read from my previous blog entry. I think we are all depressed due to the changes. But then, as human, we soon cope and live the best we can. Not all I guess. Some still struggling, some just accept the changes.
So what have I learned? I bought a bike with Lydia in UKM and that has bring all the changes. It gives me the freedom to go wherever I want and whenever I want. I remember I once felt quite down but a ride with my bike solved it all. I enjoy the breeze blowing at my face and the speed that I bring my bike at. Especially when I speed up, I focus my whole attention to my driving that the rest of my problems seem far away. Ah, the joy of driving a bike.
Of course, we have Geng 11 malam. Though I lost some weight when I first arrive UKM, I have now gained all and more back. 
Thanks to the late supper we always have at the mamak stall. But this geng has also helped me release a lot of my pile up stress especially the last few weeks when assignments were mountain high pile.
Oh, we went to lots of places. Not so many, but it’s still overwhelming to me. When I feel like going Metro Kajang, I do not have to wait on the unreliable UKM and RapidKL busses that are always late. I have my bike. Every saturday, we catholics drive bikes to church. And I am feeling pretty comfortable with my life in UKM now.
Oh, I have a nice and sweet roommate in Ungku Omar college. As always, I believe that it is God’s wonderful ways of showing how He love me so much by giving my gifts along my way.
And a door closes to me in these months when I’m in UKM. However, another door that has always been open to be, now opens wider. I never ventured deep inside, but now that I do, I’ll always treasure the memories I shared with them. And oh, I still hope the closed door will be opened one day. For now, I’m contented with the newly-discovered-yet-has-been-there-all-this-while door.
New places, new discoveries, new memories and new friends. Along the way, I change appropriately to fit in. I do miss UKM a bit..not the place, but the memories and the fun I had and continue will have there.
I’m having tonsil infection now. Very painful to eat and talk. Hence, the sudden desire to blog after such a long time. Hope I get heal soon.
God bless you all.
caYes, the realization hits me after I saw the picture of her in a wedding gown. She looks so beautiful and happy and SEXY. Haha, the cut in front of the gown is way too low, sis. Due to privacy matter, I am forbidden to post the picture in my blog. But I guess after her wedding day, I’ll do it anyway. Haha… Good news are to be spread and shared.
Looking at her, wearing a wedding gown, I feel happy and scared. Happy because I know she is happy. Scared because I do not know what to expect in the future, things are bound to change and what will happen due to the changes? Will I still be close to my sister? Will she be happy? She’s a great person and a wonderful sister and I would hate to see if she was hurt. So let’s pray hard that won’t happen.
My life now is truly focused on waiting for her wedding day. I can hardly wait for that particular day to arrive - in fact, it is the one that keeps me going nowadays. Too many bad news decorated my life lately, hence this one piece of good news definitely brighten up my day.
Sis, all the best to you in your marriage life. I will stick to you strong and thick in all circumstances - cause you are always worthy for me to hold on to.
Jimmy, take good care of my sister. Believe me when I said that I will FIERCELY protect her, so you better don’t hurt her.
And Jimmy, welcome to the Lee’s family.
Tonight is a horrible night. I need companions, and friends yet I can’t find any. People walks pass me, too busy with their own affairs to stop by and ask how do I do, how do I feel. It’s despressing.
So I call my hometown friend. She rushes to my school, forgetting to wear her spectacles. It is dangerous since she is driving a bike to meet me. But she at that time is more worried about my condition and desperate to see how i am.
Where are you when I needed you the most?
Thanks Stella. I will always remember that during my most lowest point of my life, you are there.
I had my dinner with my little brother just now. We had not met each other for two weeks and hence, during dinner we chatted non-stop, exchanging latest news and life events. I blurted out everything to him, my deepest secrets and thoughts. It was one of those many moments – I feel blessed to have a little brother like him.
When I was small, I believed that I had the most perfect family in the world. I still remember writing an essay about my family in Primary One. “Keluarga saya mempunyai seorang bapa, seorang ibu, seorang abang, seorang kakak, seorang adik dan saya sendiri.” I would look at the sentence and felt proud that I had someone in each category. I have only one father, only one mother, only one big brother, only one big sister and only one younger brother. Ah, perfect, I would think.
When I need security, my father will be there. When I need advice on life, my mother will be there. When I need to pick up a fight, my brother will be there. When I need advice on dresses, my sister will be there. When I feel like being sisterly and order people around, my little brother will be there.
As I grow up, I realize that a perfect family does not depend on numbers alone. Instead it means trusting and supporting each other. My childhood was fun with my siblings as my playmates. My teenager life was decorated with beautiful colours because my parents gave me appropriate freedom for me to enjoy it. My adult life (when I turned 21 last year…hihi) was filled with responsibilities that they allowed me to have and enjoy. I am still learning to be a better person and I believe I can be one with the firm foundation that they had put on me.
My older brother has found a decent job. So does my sister and I am very much looking forward for her wedding as well. My little brother is talented in music and I believe he will be a fine man in the future. My brother and sister are engineers. My little brother and I are teachers. Ah, perfect, I now think.
Beauty is on the eyes’ of the beholder. And I see that my family is perfect. Past, present and future.
In Kuching…
In Sarikei…
So, Kuching or Sarikei?
Busy with college life and assignment. Also so hard to find internet connection so just plain lazy to go online and type a blog.
I’m currently still in Kuching. I’m still not sure when I wanted to go back to my hometown. Planning to find a job in Kuching to experience something different. Life is too short to waste. To experience more in my life is my current motto.
I’m waiting for another 20 minutes for my downloading to finish, so i’m going to type crap. The bugging question in my mind now is whether to stay in or stay outside during my degree course in UKM. Now, I tend to like the idea of staying in because of security reason. Staying outside is dangerous especially when my only mode of transport is motorbike and when there is late night classes. So guess i’m staying in after all. Haih…
Also, been looking at other people’s profile. Catching up with other people’s latest news. The shocking profile is definitely my little bro’s profile. He said something about he will talk about sex stuff. What?? My little brother? A bit surprising but maybe it is just the other side of him that i never saw. Not that it’s bad lah. I’m ok with it. Hihihi…
Of course, today is my dear friend - Leh Kee’s bday. All to best to you! Happy birthday!
Last night, I watched a Mandarin forum programme in RTM2. My interest was captured with their topic that night – Raping occurs due to indecent clothing. The three respectable panels gave their brilliant ideas. They disagreed with the topic. I was, however flabbergasted when callers called in and claimed that rape cases are due to females who wear revealing clothing. Most of the public that was interviewed beforehand also felt that indecent clothing is a factor of rape cases. In other words, they are saying that it is the females’ fault when they are raped. I was appalled to see how blind our society is. Media mass has repeatedly reported that indecent clothing was not the factor. It seems like the society has turned a deaf ear all these while.
First, what is indecent clothing? What is sexy? Is showing our tummy considered sexy? But sari exposes the wearer’s tummy and I do not think sari is sexy. The term ‘sexy’ depends on the eyes of the beholders. There has never been a clear line that divides the definition of sexy and unsexy. If this is the case, what is indecent? What is decent? How decent should a female be? Walking around the city with only the eyes exposed – like a mummy?
Also, young girls that have not yet reached puberty have been raped. Grandmothers are not exceptional from being rape victims. Young Malay students wearing tudung and baju kurung are raped as well. Tell me, how sexy are they? It is sad to see the society blames the victims when such an unfortunate event had occurred.
I would like to share an analogy with you all.
A thief broke into a shop and stole a Coca-cola can drink. He was caught later with the empty can in his hand. In the interrogation room, he claimed that he stole the Coca-cola can drink because it was too delicious and irresistible. Several reinforcers went to the Coca-cola manufacturer factory and ordered them to make less delicious Coca-cola can drinks.
Sound ridiculous? It is ridiculous as well when females were asked to wear decently to prevent getting rape. In the above situation, to lessen the probability of stealing cases, shops should put up CCTV, security guards or burglar alarms. The same solutions should be taken in preventing rape cases. Better security, more patrolling police officers, and safer environment. Not asking females to wear more decently!
Please think, do you really think wearing decently is the ultimate solution to prevent rape cases? People are raped because they are at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Another practical solution to prevent rape cases is by introducing sex education in schools. For decades, sex education has only been NATO. It is time to expose the used-to-be-taboo topics to teenagers. Ever heard of curiosity kills the cat? I read somewhere long time ago that there is a country that allows prostitution and selling of sex films legally. The country records the lowest rape cases in the world. I am not suggesting that
Malaysia should do the same. Instead, we can be more open-minded by introducing sex education in schools. Parents should be encouraged to talk openly about sex. Centres that educate sex should be built. Certain terms such as condoms and productive body parts should be used in education talks, not as jokes.
In today’s newspapers, a research says that Kelantan and Pahang have the hightes surfers for porn sites. Ironically, these two states have strict conservative Islamic rules. As I said earlier, curiosity really kills the cat.
Stop the rubbish that says sexy clothing is a factor for rape cases.
