I almost fainted today

There was this fantastic thing called the Inaugural Malaysian International Law Symposium*. I had no idea what a symposium was supposed to be, but the duty description on the notice board went something like: "Volunteers needed to be runners / PA's for the participants of the symposium."

Somehow, the words runners and participants overruled every other word in the phrase.

and it somehow came into my mind that
the law fac would ask law students
to wear sweatsuits (or singlets) and run around
passing bottles to runners.
so exciting.

I signed up.

That was... 2 weeks ago? It never crossed my mind that I might have a little trouble skipping 4 lectures, 1 Islamic tutorial**, and 1 English class.

Well, it crossed my mind yesterday, when I was to attend a meeting with the person-in-charge for a briefing on our duties. Guess who the person-in-charge turned out to be?

Mm-hmm. My uber scary tort tutor. Yeah, the one that shouts at the students during tutorials, and unblinkingly tells latecomers "don't bother coming in" when they knock on the door.

To add to things, both roomies changed their minds about helping out with the symposium the day of the meeting.

And my 2nd year buddy*** said to meet up for our graduating buddy's convo on Wednesday, 11am.


I have a Tort tutorial every Wednesday, 12pm.


The other stuff were not too bad. I can be a volunteer without having my roomies around. I can skip classes and do some studying myself. I can replace the Islamic tutorial any day before Thursday because we all have the same tutor for Islamic Law.

I can't look my Tort tutor in the eye and tell her I can't make it for tutorial. I will mati dengan dasyat-menyashat.

I didn't go for the meeting.

I don't have to skip classes and replace Islamic tutorial anymore. Happy me.

I felt so rotten the entire day. Make that the entire two days. I really, really, really wanted to go. And I never liked the feeling of being a quitter. =( Not to mention an irresponsible person. =( =(

Next, I walked past the notice board and saw the selection of mooters for the NUS-UM Moot Competition in Singapore. I didn't attend the interview because (1) roomies ignored the notice, and I happen to be so unmotivated that if my roomies don't sign up, I won't. (2) it clashes with MGC's JUICE Nite. I knew the 2nd reason was probably pretty good, but I felt like such a loser because I didn't have the guts to do something on my own and to step out of that tiny shell of timidness. And I knew I stood as much chance as those people on the list. =( =( =(

So dejected that day.

I moped around feeling useless after dinner. I looked at that black object on my table, and grabbed it. Psalm 150.

I don't know why, but I felt better. It's the weirdest thing, especially since I'd felt nothing when I'd read it in the morning.

I went to bathe, and halfway through the lengthy process of the Wash Hair Day, I found myself saying, "I surrender it all to You, Lord. I will praise You. I will. I feel very much like it." And I sang Shout to the Lord (not out loud, didn't want to be labelled a bathroom maniac). It just sprang into my head, and I was singing it before I knew what it was. I only sang the chorus, for some reason. And it was so fitting to the occasion:

Shout to the Lord
All the earth, let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your Name
I sing for joy at the work of Your hand
Forever I'll love You
Forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have
In You

Oh ya, I remember humming the 2nd verse after that:

My Jesus, my Saviour
Lord, there is none like You
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love

My comfort, my shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You!

So I felt much better. And the doughnuts helped a lot too. =D

I decided to join the Tuesday class so I could be exempted on Wednesday. That meant slaving for 2 tutorials (Contract as well), 5 consecutive classes and no lunch (technically, got late lunch, but late lunch for tse hwei means no lunch at all cuz she gets hungry 3 hours after a meal) the next day. I stayed up completing Contract tutorial questions and attempting to read a 13-page, long-winded, repetitive case.

this is half a page

I then woke up at 5.45am the next day to finish reading (ended up picking a page randomly to read) the case and complete Tort tutorial questions.

Rushed up 2 floors (used the elevator lol) to meet the Tort tutor to tell her about the replacement. She wasn't in her room, so I left a note on her notice board:

Dear Cik Suzanna, I would like to attend your Tort tutorial on Tuesday, 12 - 1pm because my senior buddy is graduating on Wednesday, during my tutorial, 12 - 1pm, and has requested for me to be present. Thank you.

Yours faithfully,
Lim Tse Hwei,
LEB 080047, 1st year student

I literally searched my note for loopholes before pinning it to the board, after which I proceeded to rush down 2 floors (public: again, elevator. me: correct.) to attend my first class of the day. Did she get my note? ran through my mind the entire day.

While waiting outside the tutorial room, my new tutorial-mates were practically sweating and trembling with fear, looking anxiously through their notes (not allowed to bring textbooks or any other book, for that matter) and cases, and consoling each other about having to face the fiercest and strictest tutor for our 1st sem. That doesn't help very much, I thought. Once she entered the room, she said, "Is Tse Hwei here?" and proceeded to say that she could not allow me to join the class. Yoh, the tone of voice. I was surprised I could still say, "May I ask why?" "Because it's your buddy graduating, not your relative. Besides, the class only starts at 1.30pm tomorrow, so you have plenty of time."

SYABAS!!

*fireworks**crackle crackle*

Balik college to have my lunch! Yeah!

"kenny rogers" that day

I happily went to the convocation today.

4 more years

24 roses

2nd-year buddy Kean Kang
3rd-year buddy Phaik San
4th-year buddy Sher How running around
snapping pics for the grads

Lunched with senior buddies at a vegetarian (public: you ate veggies!) stall.

phaik san: "if you eat this one hor, your urine will be red wan.
if not, it means one of your kidneys rosak."
i sudah check. tak merah pun. gahhhh. kidney rosak!

Went back to the faculty at 1pm. Met Amreeta in the toilet: "Tse Hwei! Why didn't you go for tutorial just now?"

Wut.

That's exactly what I said, in exactly the same tone.

Wut.

Turns out Cik Su carried on with the 12pm class. And I missed it.

Amreeta: "Cik Su said (while looking at the empty space beside my name), 'Tse Hwei's not here today because she's meeting her seniors.'"

Oh dear.

That sounded really angry.

Rushed up the 2 floors again (this time no elevator) to meet her and explain myself. Mustered up courage before knocking on the door. No answer. Just as I pusing my head to the right, I saw her walking in my direction, while talking on the phone. Went up to her...

"Cik Suzanna, I didn't report (where on earth do these words come from? macam tentera je...) for class because I thought the class is at 1.30pm."

"I told you all last week to wait for me until 12.15, and then the class will be at 1.30pm."

(Oh, this part I really berani)

"But you said the class would be at 1.30pm." (slight tanda seru there)

"Pardon?"

"When I went for the Tuesday class yesterday, you told me the class would be at 1.30pm today."

"Oh. I asked the class at 12 if they wanted to start at 12 or 1.30, and they said 1.30pm."

"Har?"

Yeah, I said that.

After that she said to wait while she continued the phone conversation, and while I pondered the implications of missing her tutorial class.

-habis conversation-

"Look, I went down at 12, and the class said they wanted to start at 12pm. So I'm really, really sorry."

o_O

Yeah. Just like that.

I was almost stunned into silence.

Good thing she walked away pretty fast after I managed a weak "ok, thanks".

Cik Su apologized! To me! Gah!

You're forgiven!

That was totally what I was thinking when I was in the elevator (again =P).

So it was a relaxed day with a good lunch and 1 1/2 hours in between before I went for my Kemahiran Maklumat test. (the test was difficult, but that's another story)

Oh, and while waiting for Cik Su, there was a 2nd-year senior who was asking her for permission to change his duty day to Thursday, and to exchange with a Friday person. I went up to him while he was looking very anxiously at the list of "delegates", after the episode with Cik Su, and - it felt so weird - said, "Er... actually I want to go on Friday."

And then after that my 2nd-year buddy found 3 other people (including the guy just now) who wanted to switch, and I just so happened to know 4 people (including myself) who wanted to switch as well.

Solved. No skipping classes and tutorials. Except that English class la.

Overall, it was a good day.

Mostly because things turned out alright each occasion with the tort tutor.

My life revolves around my tort tutor.

Aah.

*Symposium = formal meeting at which several specialists deliver short addresses on a topic or on related topics

**Tutorial is a class with about 12 people with questions to prepare for and discuss together in greater depth than during lectures.

***Yes, I got my buddy on the last of the 4 days. That's why I said I'm not that emo d.

You know what?

life just got better.

i think the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.

i hate this feeling


i wish august 15 would hurry up and get here
but there's so much in between

why must we always journey to get to the end?
why can't it be a simple jump from one to the other?

i hate feeling vulnerable.
i hate not being in control of my emotions.
i hate feeling overwhelmed.
i hate looking downcast.
i hate not knowing myself.

i wish my journal didn't run out of space.

i hate making wishes.

it means something isn't there that should be there.

it makes me feel vulnerable.

and i said before that i hate feeling vulnerable.

i hate this feeling of hate.

i wish august 15 would hurry up and get here

no.

i wish i could jump to august 15.

Grasshopping

desmond and cheng sze - my transport peeps

Firstly, I discovered that I was not hallucinating when I saw my Contract tutor in PJGH yesterday during the wedding. Desmond introduced me to a deacon named Uncle Chew Phye Keat. And he was like, "Oh, you're doing Law in UM? You know Choong Shaw Mei?" "Yeah. She attends PJGH?" "She's my wife. Hehehe."

Lol.

Then he brought me to meet her, and she went, "Hi!! How did you come? Did Desmond introduce you to anyone?" "Not yet." So she brought me around to the makan place (yeah!), and in the midst of eating that delicious-looking and really delicious kuih with Cheng Sze, I noticed some youths who looked like they were too old to be youths, but who were likely to label themselves youths anyway, looking over at us. They came up to us not long after, and started that process of making us feel welcome, which was obviously not a very comfortable thing for them to do. 10 points for effort!

Let me list down the names of the people I met so I won't forget in case I lose that piece of paper I'm going to write their names on in a few minutes:

• o David - currently studying Business in the USA, but back for the holidays. 22.
• o Shanny (nickname) - Economics, UPM. 22.
• o Ei Leen - Pharmacy. 23.
• o Caleb - no details yet
  
• o Juen - A-levels. Met her during her RBS mission trip to MGC. =)
• o Keith Wong - working guy. According to the bulletin, he's supposed to be in charge of coffee duty. Ah haha.
  
• o Desmond - Engineer. From Ipoh.
  
• o Cheng Sze - Former chemist, now doing Marketing. Cheras. 28.
  
• o Pei Win - Desmond's housemate. Fetched me to PJGH the first time I went.
  
• o Uncle Chew Phye Keat - deacon
• o Ms (that's what we're told to call her in tutorial anyway) Choong Shaw Mei - part-time Contract tutor in UM!
  

A lady named Suet May Liew, if I'm not mistaken, shared from Psalm 23.

Shall put all that rigorous name-memorizing training during orientation to good use.

Yeah, and I'm shamelessly blogging about them like they'll never read my blog (maybe they won't). Heh.

It's a funny thing. (how many times have I said that?)

I was feeling quite lost and alone again during the service. It feels weird to watch women stand up to share and pray. And to see women with those stylish caps on their heads instead of the traditional veil. (of which I am still an avid fan) It was a Family Led Worship today, held once a month. Uncle (yes, I shall attempt to make everyone a friendly acquaintance instead of the rather formal "mr" and "mrs") Leslie Lim was the worship leader.

Truth be told, on Saturday night, I was prepared to blog something along these lines after I return from service today:

***

The song In Christ Alone struck me yesterday during the wedding:

In Christ alone will I glory
For only by His grace
I am redeemed
And only His tender mercy
Could reach beyond my weakness
To my need
Now I seek no greater honor
Than just to know Him more
And to count my gains but losses
And to the glory of my Lord

I asked myself why I was church-hopping. What was I looking for? Friends? A ministry? A chance to serve? A sense of homeliness? A feeling of being welcome? A church with better sermons? An assembly that suits my needs and beliefs?

I confessed that the reason why I was even considering church-hopping was because I didn't feel welcome in PJGH the first time I went. Frankly, it would be so easy to follow sis to Kajang GC every week. Or even to Klang. It would definitely be so easy to attend Shah Alam GC, where I know almost all my peers, and where surely, a ministry awaits me there. Transport or distance was never a problem. I'm a road blind person oblivious to time and space. What would I know about distance?

It was then that the Lord spoke to me. So gently. So gently and so wisely that I knew it wasn't me. And I really couldn't sing very well after that.

So PJGH's women are not silent in church. So what?

Everything seems quite orchestrated and formal sometimes. So what?
Most of the churches here will be at least 5 MGCs. So what?
So I have to walk up to people myself even though I'm a newcomer. So what?

I am here because God sent me to UM. My mission remains the same, no matter where I may be.

I am to know Him more.

I am to glorify His Name.

A quote I read in Pei Ling's blog knocked itself against my head:

No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good. A silly idea is current that good people do not know what temptation means. This is an obvious lie. Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is. You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down. A man who gives in to temptation after 5 minutes simply does not know what it would have been like an hour later. That is why bad people, in one sense, know very little about badness. They have lived a sheltered life by always giving in. We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it: and Christ, because He was the only man who never yielded to temptation, is also the only man who knows to the full what temptation means - the only complete realist.

-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, bk 3, ch. 11-

The temptation is so strong to just leave the PJ churches and run to a safer church. Maybe hop around, give the churches a slim chance, then hop into SAGC (just an example). Live happily ever after.

I was never very sociable anyway. Any church I go to would yield the same outcome.

To go where the Lord leads. Such an easy phrase to pen, so difficult to follow.

I have to be strong. I will not take the easy way out.

If I lay aside these churches, it will be for a good solid reason.

This is a little out of context, but...

Help me be good, Lord.

***

Today.

While feeling lost... Lord, I surrender all my prejudices to You today. Help me lay aside every perception and bias, every thought and worry. Today is the day I am to remember You and You alone.

Uncle Leslie read from John 4:21 - 24, and said, "It's not about where you worship, it's about how you worship."

Aah.

After service, I was so prepared to bermuka-tembok. I didn't really have to. Thank God.

Is it safe to stop hopping merely based on today?

Yes. I will not be against PJGH just because I suddenly don't feel welcome anymore next week. The time will come when I cease to be a new member, when my "new member privileges" will expire. It may be next week. ^_^"

I think the Lord has spoken.

It's not about me.

Here ends the hop.

i thank those who prayed.
and also those who vigilantly persevered
in inviting me their churches.
i do appreciate it very much.
i have given it all much thought. really.
may i still be your brethren though we worship apart.
thanks again. =)

The World. Wah.

Before the Law Lecture, I went for PKVUM* at 12.30pm at the Geology Fac (I think). I saw our advisor for the first time. He was nothing like what I expected. Hmm hmm. Name = Dr Living Lee. Weird name. Caught my eye the first time I saw it on the pieces of paper they gave us during Malam Suai Kenal. He sat way in front that day, so all I saw was his back. Typical guy with white hair and stuff (i thought he was short =P). When he stood up to speak, everything changed.

Suddenly he was this really charismatic (to all brethren, i mean that in a not-so-Christian way, if you know what i mean) guy with distinct facial features - a well-lined face with confident eyes and a bold mouth. Yeah, I'm not very good with descriptions. People must be wondering what on earth confident eyes and bold mouths are supposed to look like. *sweat* Yah, anyway, nothing wrong with his teeth. Eh hehe. I look at people's teeth first. (beware all ye who brusheth not thine teeth)

Topic was the Great Commission. I expected him to give some really long and elaborate (and often heard) speech about Matthew 28:19-20. Instead, he made things very practical. He asked us to take a look at the passage:

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them
in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.
And surely I am with you always,
to the very end of the age.

What 2 words jump out at you?

"Who picked 'go'?"

2/3 of the people there raised their hands. As usual, I was oblivious to instruction and didn't know what these people were raising their hands for. But I suppose I would've raised mine too if I'd heard what he asked.

Anyway, he made a comment on that go word.

"We're always inviting our friends to come to church, come to this event, come to PKV, come for cell group, and when they don't, we get all disappointed and we think we're failures. In a sense, you are. Because Jesus said to go. Most of us these days are just trying to get people to come."

Ooook. Aku tercucuk. Although I got go a bit also.

Next, he present this diagram (don't have original copy, so please make do with the pirated version):

"None of my friends came to know Christ when I was in school, or in university. I used to feel like a failure. Is there something wrong with the way I live my life? Is it my testimony? But when I was first presented with this diagram, the person who showed it to me said that evangelism is moving people to the right. Some of your friends may be openly hostile or indifferent when you first tell them about the Gospel. It's okay. You know, whenever we gather for university reunions, I find that most of my friends are now Christians, and even leaders in the church. Just because you haven't done the harvesting, doesn't mean you're a failure."

At the end of the sharing, a guy from Nigeria raised his hand and shared about his vision to bring the Gospel all over the world. He said a lot, but what struck me most was this:

People say that the world is big, but it is not. You may not go to Africa, or Jakarta, or even Thailand, but remember this: Your neighbour is your world. You pass the flame to your neighbour, your neighbour passes it to his neighbour, and very soon, we reach the entire world! The world is too small for Christians!

It's a funny thing.

I went with Dad and sis to a random wedding today, just so we could have lunch together.

wedding lunch. yum.

We passed PJGH**, and Dad said, "Wow, they renovated until so nice d? Last time it was just a small house." Then we parked.

Me: Where's the wedding?
Sis: In the church lor.
Me: Which one?
Sis: This one kua.

-look-

Me: The wedding is in PJGH????????
Dad: Yalah.

Ooook.

Walk, walk, walk.

Sis: Hey, that's Stephen Lew!
Me: Yeah! STEPHEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stephen: Heyyy! You guys attending the wedding?
Me: Ya. You too?

Stephen: Yeah. I'm an acting valet. Waiting for the parking lot to get full and see if I can offer to drive and park a <some glamourous car name that i dunno> for some rich dudes.

stephen lew. still as selamba as ever.
dad to a lady: "this boy here used to attend mgc."
stephen: "i feel so young."


i noticed he looks different when he stares at food.
=P

Ooook.

I went in, proudly confident (lol) that no one (except Stephen) recognized me.

Sis: Now they would.
Me: Why?
Sis: Cuz you're the only one wearing jeans.

(and slippers)

Watched the uber long wedding ceremony. Looked to my left and guess what?

Sis: That's Shu Lynn's sister!

Ooook.

Went up to the upper seats on the balcony for a better view.

Me: That's Colin Kirton on the piano!

(his piano playing was so good, i tell you)

Me: I don't want to play piano anymore. =(
Sis: ...

Apa ni, the world was getting smaller every minute.

It was a very long ceremony.

presentation by the youth. very nice song.

little skit on how the marriage came to be.
the actor sang out of tune. but not bad, not bad.
10 marks for effort, as shaun would say. lol.

The time finally came. The time when the guy marrying the two said, "You may now kiss the bride." WAH. He even did a dip with the bride. Lol. I didn't recognize the groom at first. Nor did I stop to ponder the name of the groom.

I took a good look at the wedding pictures, which I must admit were very nice. Suddenly it struck me.

Me: Jie! That's Desmond Teoh! The RBS supervisor!
Sis: Really? Really? Eh ya!
Me & Sis: Pa, that's the RBS supervisor!
Dad: Oh, izzit ar?

Ooook.

Nigerian brother was right.

The world is indeed small.


*persaudaraan kristian varsiti universiti malaya
**petaling jaya gospel hall, the church i'm currently attending. sort of.

Gaya Seribu Tahun

Me and roomies: Chelsea, Manchester, Liverpool.
No, seriously. Her name's really Chelsea.



Event : 22nd Sultan Azlan Shah's Law Lecture
Venue : Grand Ballroom, Mandarin Oriental, Kuala Lumpur
Dress Code : Lounge Suit (yes, teckwei, i got it right this time)
Guest of honour : Former British Prime Minister Tony Blair
Date : 1 August 2008, Friday
Time : 3.30pm
Further Details : Compulsory for all 1st and final years

Chelsea initiated the dressing up yesterday, and as usual, I proposed to have us camwhore with the webcam. So here we are. Law students yang penuh class. =P

righhhtttt. loya buruk terbongkar.

*story of how i came to be known as manchester:

chelsea: hi, call me chelsea.
me: oh, really? call me manchester.

~2 days later~

me: eh, zhen qi needs a name also.
chelsea: oh ya hor. what ar? real madrid?
me: barcelona? milan?
chelsea: manchester city?
me: i think liverpool's the best la.
chelsea: yeah.
me: eh, zhen qi, you're liverpool noe.
liverpool: ok.

A matter of clarification

I didn't mean to cucuk anybody who called me by my muet band or label anyone as un-real friends in the previous post.

I was blogging what I felt two weeks ago, and a little of what I felt before I took my dinner, and quite a lot of what I have been feeling for the past few years. The emo-ness was just like every start of a transition, I guess.

I guess.

I'm actually hungry again now. (must be cuz i went to pang sai just now) But not emo anymore.

So I apologize if anyone was provoked by what I wrote, especially the peeps on this island with me.

I'm gonna scavenge for food now.

I think I need to stop pang sai-ing.

Take Me As I Am

I was so invisible I could walk through people.

It felt like that anyway.

The only people who knew me were my two roomies.

Even so, I messed up a few times with them, and got dejected not a few times.

It's always a tough transition - from a somebody to a nobody. I've had a few of those - from MGS 2 to MGSS, from a glorified banana-fied world to Seng Cheong Chinese Night Class, a "successful career" in MGSS to a completely passive life in MHS, from an ounce of reputation in MHS to none at all in UM & finally, from MGC to PJGH (where I'm sure I'll be greeted with "are you new here?" when I go again this Sunday).

During Faculty Orientation week, I discovered that the 2nd year seniors were on an assignment to grab a buddy for their buddy line*. I shall grudgingly admit that I was quite depressed when both roomies got their buddies early in the week, and I was still buddy-less on Thursday. It would have been a wonderful consolation to think that most of the seniors had already gotten their buddies, or they were still looking and didn't see me etc etc. BUT I went through a few occasions where the senior asked the freshies standing with me whether they had buddies, and then either pick one of them if they said yes, or ignored me if they said no. That happened a few times. I made it a point not to count, but I knew it outnumbered at least 3 fingers. Enough to make me wish I had my blue toilet bowl to sit on and brood.

I didn't have my blue toilet bowl, and roomies were too stressed out with orientation to give me the empathy that I greatly needed, so I would lie down on my bed under the guise of sleeping like a pig (good thing that reputation was already quite established) and tell myself I didn't need a buddy.

It's not about the notes the buddy could give me or the free makan or security or whatever. It was about spending 4 days watching and listening to people tell each other who their buddies are, and waiting for my own buddy somewhere out there to want me.

I wondered what was wrong.

Is there something wrong with me? Is it my attitude? Am I too much of a plain Jane? Jumping jellybeans - am I really invisible? Shall I rent a piano and start playing in the middle of the foyer? Shall I flaunt my MUET result slip? Shall I announce my STPM results? Shall I?

I was so tempted. So tempted to the point of being desperate.

It always happened that way.

The question, "Am I not enough?" was always defeated by the resounding NO that followed.

I told myself time and again that it wasn't true. But those thoughts were confirmed once again, after a paper with our MUET results was passed around the class one day. Suddenly people looked me in the eye and smiled. No, people still didn't know my name. Because that didn't matter. They called me by the grade that was printed on my MUET result slip. Literally.

I'm not saying that they're hypocrites or anything. I appreciate their appreciation of that little slip of paper, but... why does it take a little number beside the word "band" to make someone more worthy to be better known?

People know my name now. I won't be a jerk and say it's because of what I did in Form 6. It's because it's the fourth week we're together. But I can't help thinking of the unspoken prefix that lingers with my name. People call me Tse Hwei, but is that what they mean? Or do they mean, the Tse Hwei?

There are some who have the habit of not looking at the papers they sign, and so there are some who don't know what I have done or what I can do. I count that as a blessing. Because I can safely infer that when I see them smile at me, it's because they're smiling at Tse Hwei.

Readers who've made it this far would say that all this is gibberish. Perhaps some would even say I'm on the verge of boasting (or perhaps already have).

I am not.

Or at least not trying to.

Lin commented in one of the posts that I accept my weaknesses and am happy with who I am. It's not because I delight in my weaknesses. I try everyday to be a better and improved me. But those weaknesses help me hold on to friendships, because people accept me and my baggage of weaknesses.

I know you, you're the one who's always spilling soup.
Yohhh, you so blur la.
I saw you fall off the stage. *laughter*
Har? You dunno wan ar? Aiyoh! How old d!

Those kind of words actually make me happy. I used to get all sensitive and upset when people said those things. But over time, I began to embrace them. Yes, they're the cacat side of me, but at least those are part of my personality. That's who I am.

Yes, Tse Hwei spills soup whenever she drinks it (that's why she avoids soup a lot).

Yes, Tse Hwei is almost always blur (that's why she makes a big deal out of her uber scary Tort tutorial and then has to call up her roomie on the way to tutorial asking her what room she's supposed to be in anyway).

Yes, Tse Hwei falls off stages all the time (that's why she didn't like going on stage to play the piano for the choir).

Yes, Tse Hwei is almost always clueless, especially about roads and things to do with time and dates (that's why she's the only one who can tell tourists how to use the signboards in Melaka).

But that is who Tse Hwei really is. The only documents that should define who Tse Hwei is are her birth certificate, IC and driving license.

Tse Hwei shouldn't need any other documents or qualifications to qualify as Tse Hwei.

That is why there should only be one Tse Hwei, and nobody needs to say she is a Tse Hwei.

There is no need to be the Tse Hwei, because everyone has a different birth certificate, IC, and driving license that makes them unique. So no one should be exalted above the other.

Tse Hwei tries to keep quiet most of the time. When Tse Hwei is quiet, it means she's trying to stop herself from succumbing to the temptation of being the Tse Hwei. When Tse Hwei hides, it means she's trying to stop herself from being a qualified Tse Hwei.

Tse Hwei mostly just wants to be Tse Hwei.

At the same time, she hopes that Tse Hwei is enough for everyone.

If being the Tse Hwei is so unavoidable, let me be the Tse Hwei who can't make good conversations, is too quiet in group discussions, sometimes doesn't do what she's supposed to do, is sometimes too emo, sometimes too cold, mostly unsensible, but still the Tse Hwei who keeps her friends' secrets, puts her friends and family's pictures online without their permission, and who can't turn away a hurting friend.

Take me as I am.

Remember the things I have accomplished and the things I can still accomplish.

But also remember who I am.

I am Tse Hwei.

I can come no other way.

Take me as I am.

one of the times i remember my emo-ness.
savour it.

*Buddy system: Each year, a 2nd-year law student picks a freshie to be his/her buddy. Hence, the freshie will have a 2nd-year, 3rd-year, and final-year buddy. All 1st-year notes in the family line will be handed down to the freshie and the tradition continues for who knows how long.

*edit*

~author's note: when i say it's one of the time i remember my emo-ness, it means i don't feel that emo now. but the fact that i remember it means part of it lingers within me still. if i really didn't mind, i won't have to keep telling myself i don't mind. i'm ok now. except for the few moments of low self-esteem that occasionally occur. thanks for the concern. you know who you are. =)

What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?

Psalm 8:4

In the Lord's eyes, my documents are nothing.
In the Lord's eyes, I have no qualifications.
In the Lord's eyes, I am no more worthy than the next person.
In light of what I've recently come to emo about...
That's not really a bad thing, is it?

Open my eyes, that I may see
Wondrous things from Your law.

Psalm 119:18

And Elisha prayed, and said, “LORD, I pray, open his eyes that he may see.”
Then the LORD opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw.
And behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.

2 Kings 6:17

In the midst of jelingan para senior in the law fac library...

The things I go through to update my beloved blog fans. Tsk tsk tsk.



No la.



It's cuz the electricity supply in college is cut off (candlelight dinner tonight?) and I don't want my hands and feet to sweat anymore than they need to (yes, i have sweaty palms and feet - small voice: and i'm proud of them!) So here I am, looking up cases in e-journals and blogging at the same time. (irrelevant detail: more blogging than looking up cases)



As the days go by without me writing updates about life here in university and orientation weeks (yes, plural), I'm getting more slack about blogging about them. Still keeping the pictures - some taken secretly and stealthily - though, in case I change my mind.



There were some things that made their way into my journal though.



I confess that I didn't feel as homesick as the other MGC-ians did when they first left to this vile place (as a friend calls it). Not because I don't miss home, family 1 and family 2, but because one of family 1 and about 1/3 of family 2 is already here. I mean, it's always been a joke that we can start a new MGC here already. Now it seems like a really tangible suggestion.



College orientation was jia lat until the JKOs (Jawatankuasa Orientasi) came in on the 3rd day and scared the skin off all of us. I was seriously rattled. I was even expecting a nightmare at night. Thankfully, they'd had the sense to come a week before the faculty orientation. So we had about 4 days to prepare ourselves for the worst.


I learned quite a bit during orientation, but I suppose two of the most notable ones would be:

• Surpressing my emotions - We weren't allowed to smile throughout the orientation, except during the time the seniors had their fun with us during the senior-junior meet. Then they forced us to smile and look happy after throwing heaps of insults at us. During the mock trial, which is a hilarious rendition of a real court proceeding with eccentric witnesses and odd-ball attorneys, we were warned not to smile or laugh no matter what happened. Thought going through my mind throughout the mock trial was: It's not funny. No need to smile. After awhile, my heart was laughing, but not my face. I didn't even have to try to not smile. Fuh. Macam horror movie.
• Looking people in the eye - I do not like to look at people when I talk. I have an idea why, but I think those who share this trait will know why without my explanation. We had to collect 210 signatures, and I quickly found that the JKOs were more likely to be nicer to me if I looked them in the eye when I recited the *ultra long greeting. And so now I can talk to you without looking away or playing with my hair or whatever. Great achievement, hurrah.

It's such a strange thing.

There were times when I felt horrible, not because I was oppressed by the JKOs, but for certain personal and emotional reasons (public: suppress emotions too much ar?). And it just so happened (for technical reasons; no such thing as just so happened for Christians right) I was doing my Quiet Time on Psalms, and nearing the end of it. Every time I opened my Bible in the morning, there'd be a psalm there to tell me that God is with me through everything, and to hold on to Him.

I hugged my Bible like I hug my Puppy (stuffed).

Oh yeah, I'm now in the process of church-hopping. (Unc D & someone: ...) Frankly, I don't know what I'm looking for. I've been in one single church too long to be able to distinguish between what a church is and what I want in a church. All I know is I've had a sudden inclination to serve in a certain ministry, and that might be a factor in the church I choose to go to.

Pray for me, everyone!

*ultra long greeting = "A very good morning/afternoon/evening to my beloved praiseworthy, most esteemed, adored and highly thought of senior gentleman sir/lady madam. I am your modest freshie, Lim Tse Hwei from Melaka."

I Wanna Go Home

And I'm coming home to the place where I belong!

(this friday)

Yoh, cheap imitations.

Greetings from the Island of Freedom

...as senior Gary calls the Law Fac.

It is indeed an island, because we're almost completely isolated from everyone else (from other facs). People staying outside campus would be completely isolated from everyone else.

As of now, I'm staying in 1st College, meaning I hop to the Law Fac in 3 minutes everyday. Very weird to use the umbrella even on extremely hot days, because that would mean I open the umbrella for a maximum of 3 minutes.

No further updates for now. The keyboard's making a lot of noise as I type. I'll act out orientation when I come back on Friday.

All the best for the J.U.I.C.E event, everyone! (MGC-ians)

"Miss..."

"...Ni takde bar code ke?"

"Takde."

"Maaf, takde bar code tak leh beli."

whose fault was it that the bar code wasn't on the hangers anyway? ish.
betul-betul beban penjual dipindahkan ke atas pengguna.
*misquoting economics*

routes to UM

I know you guys are wondering why I bother looking at it since I'm going to get lost anyway.

campus map

Again, unnecessary nosiness.

Oh yeah, the last one is probably relevant:

music every morning? aaah.

The Day Really Came

For those who haven't checked and are clueless as to how it is to be done, this is the website to go to. It hangs sometimes, as do most of the government websites and works best in the morning. After you've gotten your IPTA results, don't forget to click on the URL SURAT TAWARAN link because you still have to confirm if you're accepting the offer or not.

i squealed

I will study very, very hard this time. Yeah, will ignore people who label me as kiasu. I'll get the last laugh.

why people try to go to a public university

Just to abolish some people's thoughts (some only).

That is, that people who go to public universities are...

Academically incapable,

Narrow-minded,

Short-sighted,

Or stupid.

And this is also why people rayu and don't switch to private straightaway.

And this is to help motivate people who are dying in Form 6.

Or think that it isn't worth it.

It is.

Work for it.

Don't waste those two years of your life deciding between working hard and letting go.

i'll be gone by 29 june.

He Who Has Been Raised

Then, six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus was who had been dead, whom He had raised from the dead. There they made Him a supper; and Martha served, but Lazarus was one of those who sat at the table with Him. Then Mary took a pound of very costly oil of spikenard, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the oil.

John 12:1-3

In the previous chapter, Lazarus had been ill. Heeding the plea of Lazarus' sisters, Mary and Martha, Jesus headed to Bethany to heal Lazarus, but only after he had been dead 3 days. Jesus healed Lazarus nonetheless, raising him from the dead.

Jesus returned to Bethany some time later, and a supper was made in His honour. I'm sure the villagers must still have been rejoicing from the incident, and the joy of it all must not have been merely at the great miracle, but at the sight of a friend they thought they'd lost forever.

Jesus instituted the Lord's Supper, commanding us, as often as we meet, to do it in remembrance of Him.

As with Lazarus, all of us have been raised from the dead by our Lord Jesus Christ. It should be with as much joy, then, with which we meet for the Lord's Supper every Sunday. And all the more should we come bringing Him the best that we can bring, as did Mary the sister of Lazarus.

Kah Wei, Morning Worship, Sunday, 15 June 2008

...And a bit on what Uncle Anthony Too (not Three? yeah, stop that. heard a lot of times d.) said last Sunday:

Women, don't think that you can't worship. Worshiping in silence is hard. And sometimes the men are worshiping in silence, and the women are crying out from their hearts to worship.

Men, listen to the silence of the women in worship.

Women, listen to the men in worship.

...And let us say "Amen" together.

May the Lord be pleased with our worship.

"Every other day of the week, we can jump, sing, clap and play loud music all we want. But this one hour in the entire week, if we can come together and say, 'This one hour is all about Jesus Christ. This one hour, I am going to make Jesus Christ feel good.'... This is brethren worship."

Philip Lim, Morning Ministry, Sunday, 15 June 2008

The widgets that are supposed to appear on the blogs

[Blogs = mine and MGC's]

I did the one on the left with BlogRolling, where the blogs that have been updated within 48 hours will have an **updated** indication beside them. Within 48 hours means the **updated** indication will last till 48 hours from the latest update on the blogs.

So... click the cross! (and stop staring at the toilet roll)

The one on the right is the widget that keeps disappearing from the blog. In the MGC blog, I inserted the widget with the title "MGC-ians Make Noise", but I left it title-less in this blog. So the comments are supposed to appear in the sidebar, but they don't for some reason, and nobody knows because nobody knows there's supposed to be a widget there anyway. Ish!

And this?

This is the theme sis downloaded for my phone.

Girlish, I know. But...

I'M A GIRL!

*bangga*

Why do I have to be the one to bring Ken to the hairdresser's? *grumble grumble*

Shot past the saloon and had to make a turn back.

Ish. The place is surrounded by malay boys. And I'm wearing shorts. Short shorts.

Drove home to change

Finally. Now I have to talk to a stranger.

Public: When you're lawyering next time, you have to talk to lots of people.

Yeah, well. Just because I have to do it doesn't mean I like it.

Enter saloon with a sleepy little brother.

*survey survey* Yellow room with a slow-spinning fan, a round guy sitting on the bench (shoot. now i have to find someplace else to sit), and finally, the barber who speaks Chinese.

Great. Now I have to stutter (no, not "utter") Chinese to a stranger.

The barber sat Ken on one of those high stools, and I stood around, waiting for the moment when the barber would ask me if Ken wanted his sideburns shaved or stuff like that. Heard the round guy say something, but thought he was talking to the barber, so didn't bother.

"He's blind. He's talking to you." said Thomas the Barber, after awhile.



Good thing I learned the Chinese word for "blind" in Chinese class. I took a good look at him for the first time since I entered the saloon.

Then he started to talk. And not just the self-absorbed kind of talk I expected. He asked me about my family, my university application status, the type of car I drive, my ambition... and all sorts of things. I was ashamed to note that he was more aware of current issues and circumstances than I was. He also knew about the stock market and the political situation of the country. He told me to consider being a politician to help the Chinese in the country. He asked me why I wanted to be a lawyer. And I couldn't answer him.

I can spurt beautiful explanations and words in English. But I didn't know how to explain my ambition in a single Chinese sentence.

He couldn't see me, but he called out to me to make a new friend.

I can see, and yet I shun strangers and new relationships.

I was ashamed. I am ashamed.

But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty;

1 Corinthians 1:27

I didn't even ask his name.

Patience. Kindness. Goodness.

Patience in the absence of the irritating.

Kindness in the absence of the unkind.

Goodness in the absence of the undeserving.

Impossible.

Stupid.

No, I'm not going to beg your pardon.

I've got to learn.

Got to accept.

Ah, well.

You know that essay I wanted to put up?

Peter was the boy next door. He was eleven years old, strong and jolly, and always laughing. Ann liked him very much.

Ann was ten, but was small for her age. People thought she was eight. She was shy and timid, and she was so afraid of being scolded for anything, that she never owned up when she was in the wrong.

She sat on the wall and watched Peter shooting arrows at a target. "Come and have a try!" said Peter; so she slid down and took the big bow.

"Oh dear -- it's so big. It won't spring back and hurt me, will it?"

"Aren't you a little coward!" said Peter, laughing. "Of course it won't. Look -- do it like this."

It was fun playing with Peter. They took turns at shooting arrows at the target; and then suddenly Ann shot one that went right over the wall! There was a loud miaow and the next-door cat leapt high in the air. The arrow had hit it!

"Oh! Poor thing!" said Peter, and he was over the wall in a flash. But the cat, full of terror, ran away limping. Peter knew he couldn't catch it. He went back over the wall.

"We'd better go round and knock at Miss Milner's door and tell her you hit the cat by accident," said Peter.

Ann stared at him in the greatest alarm.

What! Go and own up to old Miss Milner, who had a very cross face indeed? Why, she wouldn't know a thing about the car if nobody told her. So why tell her?

"We don't need to say anything," said Ann. "She would never know it was one of our arrows that hit her cat. And I don't expect the cat's hurt much anyway. Miss Milner is terribly fierce, you know."

Peter looked fierce, too, quite suddenly. He stared scornfully at Ann.

"Do you know what you are? You're a cowardy custard! Afraid of owning up! The cat might be badly hurt -- we don't know -- and we ought to tell about it. We didn't do it on purpose. Miss Milner will know it was an accident."

"Oh, but, Peter, she'll be so cross," said Ann, her eyes filling with tears.

"And what does that matter?" said Peter, still in his horrid, scornful voice. "Have people never been cross with you? Why shouldn't they be sometimes? I feel very cross with you myself. I know it's horrid when people are cross, but even if we don't like it we needn't be afraid of it."

"You come with me then, Peter," wept Ann. "You tell Miss Milner. And oh, couldn't you say it was your arrow that hit the cat? I always feel so scared when things like this happen. You're big and brave, and you're a boy. I'm a girl, and Mummy says I'm timid and sensitive."

"Timid and sensitive!" said Peter sneeringly. "That's what people often say when their children are cowardly and deceitful. Pooh! You're only a year younger than I am, and what does it matter if you're a girl? I've got a cousin of nine called Jean -- and she's as brave as anything. She's coming to stay soon, and I'll be glad to have her. She can stand on her own feet -- you always want to stand on somebody else's."

"I don't, I don't," sobbed Ann, thinking that Peter was very unkind.

"You do," said Peter. "When you got into trouble at school you asked your mother to put it right for you instead of taking your punishment properly. And when you broke Lucy's ruler in half you were afraid to tell her. You got George to explain it to Lucy. And now you want me to go and tell Miss Milner that I shot the arrow at the cat. Why can't you stand on your own feet?"

Ann didn't answer. She wiped her eyes and sniffed.

"You'll grow up into a milk-and-water, namby-pamby, weak and silly person," went on Peter. "My mother says people like that have never learned to stand on their own feet and face up to things."

Ann began to cry again. "You don't like me! You won't want to play with me any more."

Peter looked at Ann and felt sorry for her -- but not too sorry! No, that would never do. He took her arm and shook it gently.

"Ann! I'm going to tell you something nice now. I do like you. You're fun to play with; and if you'd be brave and stand on your own feet always, I'd like you as much as I like anyone. But if you don't stand on your own feet I shan't be friends with you at all. You won't be worth it!"

Ann sniffed again, then wiped her eyes and put away her hanky. She looked at Peter, so straight and tall and fearless. She would never, never be like him -- but she could at least try. She didn't want him to think Jean was wonderful and play only with her when she came to stay with him. It would be horrid to be left out because she was feeble and silly, and a coward.

"I think you've said worse things than any grown-up would say," she told him. "But I think perhaps you're right. I don't believe I ever do stand on my own feet. You watch me now!"

And to Peter's enormous surprise she went out of his garden and up the front path to Miss Milner's house, where she knocked on the door.

When she heard footsteps along the hallway inside she almost ran away. This was the very first time Ann had ever owned up to anything by herself; and although she had felt very brave when she had spoken to Peter, she didn't feel at all brave now.

The door opened -- and there stood the cross-faced Miss Milner. "What do you want?" she said.

Ann could hardly get the words out, she was so afraid. "Please -- quite by accident -- I hit your cat with an arrow. I thought I'd better tell you -- in case she was hurt. I'm so sorry."

Ann stammered all this out with a very red face, and then turned to run away. But Miss Milner caught hold of her arm.

"Wait!" she said. "Let's have a look at the cat. She's in the kitchen. How nice of you to tell me. Most children wouldn't have said a word."

Ann's heart was still beating fast as she went with Miss Milner into her kitchen. The cat was there in front of the fire. Miss Milner examined her.

"She has a little lump on this leg, but that's all," she said. "I don't think she's hurt much. Thank you for telling me. I think a lot of you for that -- and when I see your mother I shall tell her what a brave little girl she's got, to come and own up like this."

"Peter made me," said Ann, going red again. "I was afraid to."

"Well, here are the biscuits for you both," said Miss Milner, reaching up for a tin. "I made them myself. That boy Peter is a good lad -- absolutely trustworthy. He'll make a fine man, there's no doubt about that!"

She gave Ann the biscuits and smiled at her. Ann was astonished. Why, Miss Milner hadn't a cross face after all! She thanked her and raced back to Peter, her face glowing. They munched the biscuits together whilst Ann told all that had happened.

"There you are, you see -- as soon as you stand on your own feet things aren't nearly so frightening as you think," said Peter. "But, mind you, even if they are frightening it's still no reason for not facing up to them. I must say I never thought you had it in you, Ann, to own up like that!"

Ann thought about many things that night in bed. She remembered a lot, too. She remembered how she had once broken one of the panes in the garden shed and hadn't owned up and Daddy thought it was the odd-job boy who had done it. She remembered how she had got into trouble at school over forgotten homework and had begged her mother to go and tell her teacher she hadn't been well and that was why the work wasn't done. And, oh dear, Mother had done what Ann wanted; perhaps Mother didn't know it was wrong not to let her stand on her own feet.

Ann remembered other things. Mother was always making excuses for her. She wouldn't let Daddy scold her when she had broken his fountain-pen. She wouldn't let Granny be cross with her when Ann had left the tap running in the basin and flooded the floor. She hadn't even made Ann go and tell Granny herself -- Mother had gone to tell her and explain.

"I've been standing on other people's feet for ages," thought Ann, feeling ashamed. "It's going to be hard to stand on my own now. I hope they'll bear my weight!"

That made her smile. She thought of Peter. However afraid he might be, he always seemed strong and brave and sensible. She wanted him to think well of her. She fell asleep making up her mind that she would be far, far better than his wonderful cousin Jean!

Well, it wasn't easy to keep her word to Peter. All kinds of things happened that seemed to make things as difficult as possible.

She lost one of her exercise books on the way to school, and because she knew she would have to stay in at playtime and get a few sharp words from her teacher she simply could not tell her.

She kept thinking what to say and then not saying it. In despair she went to Peter between lessons and told him.

"I'm a coward after all," she said. "I simply can't own up!"

"Now you go straight away this minute and say 'Miss Brown, I'm sorry. I must have dropped my exercise book on the way to school'," said Peter. "Go on. This very minute. The more you think of it the worse it will be. It's best to do these things AT ONCE."

Peter was right, of course. It was always best to face up to things at once and get them over. Miss Brown wasn't even cross! She put her hand into her desk -- and brought out Ann's exercise book. "Here it is," she said. "Somebody picked it up and brought it to me. Put your name on it, you know that's the rule."

Ann felt so relieved. How silly she had been to worry herself all the morning! If only she had gone to Miss Brown at once.

The next day she broke one of Mother's vases. Ann was horrified. Still, she knew how to get round Mother. She would wait till Mother found the vase, then she would say she had meant to tell her, and she would cry -- and Mother wouldn't scold at all!

"You coward!" Ann said to herself when she had thought all this. "Horrid, deceitful little coward! Go at once and tell Mother."

And she went. Mother was upset, and told Ann she was careless.

"Yes," said Ann. "I was careless. Let me buy you another vase out of my own money, Mother."

That made Mother feel very pleased. Ann suddenly felt pleased herself. How nice it was to stand on your own feet! You really did think more of yourself. She felt quite ten centimetres taller!

Then Daddy was quite cross because Ann had left her bicycle out in the rain. Usually she would have run to Mother and cried and asked her to tell Daddy she hadn't meant to -- but not this time.

"Daddy, I'm sorry," she said. "I absolutely forgot my bike. I'll dry it and clean it this evening. It won't happen again."

Her father looked at her in surprise. Usually Ann wept buckets of tears, and made all kinds of excuses. This was a new Ann, an Ann he liked very much.

"Spoken like a brave lass!" he said, and Ann went red with pleasure.

Still, things weren't easy at all, because it does take a long time to learn to stand on your own feet when you've been using someone else's for ten years! Ann was often afraid, often quite in despair when things went wrong, and she had to somehow summon up enough courage to face them all by herself. She was determined not to ask Mother or Daddy or Peter to help her in anything. It must be her own feet she stood on and nobody else's!

Everyone noticed the change in Ann. Only Peter understood it. He was pleased and proud. Proud of himself because he had made Ann into a nicer person, and proud of Ann for being able to find courage to do it.

And then, just before Peter's cousin Jean was due to arrive, something else happened. Ann was out on her bicycle, riding some way behind a small boy. Suddenly a dog ran out and collided with the back wheel of the boy's bicycle. Off he fell at once and lay in the road, squealing with fright and pain.

And what did Ann do? She didn't do what she would have done three weeks before -- screamed and ridden away as fast as she could.

No -- she rode up to the boy, shooed away the big playful dog, helped up the screaming child, and took him to the nearest house to have his cut knees seen to. She found out his name and address and went riding off to tell his mother and to ask her to come and fetch him home.

Peter heard about it because the boy's mother was a great friend of his own mother's, and told her about Ann. "A more sensible, helpful child I never saw!" said the little boy's mother. "Stood on her own feet, and did all the right things at once. Now, I do like a child like that."

Peter was bursting with pride. He rushed off to tell Ann. She went red and looked away. She was so pleased to hear Peter's praise that she couldn't say a word.

"I'm glad you're my friend," said Peter. "You really are a friend to be proud of."

"It's a pity Jean's coming tomorrow," said Ann with a sigh. "Just as I'm getting sensible enough to be your friend. Now you'll have Jean and you won't want anyone else to play with."

"Jean will like you awfully," said Peter. "Come and play every day, will you? We'll go for picnics together and go swimming. It'll be fun, the three of us."

It is fun. Ann's having a lovely time. She always stands on her own feet now, and what I would dearly like to know is -- do you?

---------------

Yeah.

It would be very nice.

If I did write that. Haha.

Credit to Enid Blyton for her short story entitled, Stand On Your Own Feet, from Christina's Kite & Other Stories.

One of her more practical stories. Practical, meaning, devoid of gnomes, magic, pixies, and fairies. And practical, meaning, something I (and most of us, I believe) can relate to. Ah, enough on that.

By the way...

Enid Blyton has a secret blog that everyone knows about! (what's the point of a secret blog that's not secret? doh...)

And...

This sounds nice. *twinkling eyes* -->


"Nicky and his friend Ken are excited by the prospect of making up a mystery for Uncle Bob, a bored private investigator who's supposed to be at home for a rest. But Uncle Bob isn't taken in, and Nicky is disappointed. But then mysterious things start happening—exactly as Nicky and Ken had imagined!"

Niggardliness

I learned a new word.

Yay.




p/s: i know this blog is lacking updates.