Wong Poh San- Malaysian rising star

WONG POH SAN

 

Wong Poh San is 16 this year, a gymnast and Malaysian-representative-to-be.
She's my neighbour and my childhood friend. We used to play together almost everyday.
I remember going to ballet classes together when we were 5 years old. I stopped at 7 because of homework pressure because I was in a chinese school and I wasn't really familiar with the language.

Yet, she continued and look at her now! She is studying in Bukit Jalil right now. She dreams to make Malaysia and she has achieved that.

Her mom used to pressure her when she was still staying at her on home. I could hear Poh San's cries and the whipping sound of the cane that her mom used to make her practice ballet moves.
She was told to cook her own food when she was still a kid.
We couldn't blame her mother because of stress from her ex-husband. Lets not go into details.

Her life changed when experts saw her talent and noticed her amazing bone structure which is suitable for gymnastics. Then,she was then chosen to go to Bukit Jalil. She practised really hard despite family pressure.She never gives up and she is a true inspiration to all Malaysians.

I am really proud of her and I know we all are. Let us all learn the true spirit of Malaysia .Catch her on television on 8tv at 5.00p.m. on 31st of August 2012.

Oppa Gangnam Style

I'm sure many of us heard about this new Kpop sensation from PSY.
I am addicted to it!
Here are the lyrics for Oppa Gangnam Style lovers.
                                                             Oppan gang-namseutayil

Kang-namseutayil

Naje-neun ttasaroun inkanjeo-gin yeoja
Keopi hanjanye yeoyureuraneun pumkyeok i-nneun yeoja
Bami omyeon shimjangi tteugeowojineun yeoja
Keureon banjeon i-nneun yeoja

Naneun sana-i
Naje-neun neomankeum ttasaroun geureon sana-i
Keopi shikgido jeone wonsyas ttaerineun sana-i
Bami omyeon shimjangi teojyeobeorineun sana-i
Keureon sana-i

Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey

Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey

Chigeumbu-teo kal dekkaji kabol-kka

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Kang-namseutayil

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Kang-namseutayil

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
O-oo-o

Jeongsu-khae boijiman nol ttaen noneun yeoja
Ittaeda shipeumyeon mukkeot-deon meori puneun yeoja
Karyeot-jiman wen-manhan nochulboda yahan yeoja
Keureon gamkakjeo-gin yeoja

Naneun sana-i
Jeomjanha boijiman nol ttaen noneun sana-i
Ttae-ga dwehmyeon wahnjeon michyeobeorineun sana-i
Keunyukboda sasangi ul-tungbul-tung-han sana-i
Keureon sana-i

Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey

Areumdawo sarangseureowo
Keurae neo hey keurae baro neo hey

Chigeumbu-teo kal dekkaji kabol-kka

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Kang-namseutayil

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Kang-namseutayil

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
O-oo-o

Ttwiineun nom keu wiie naneun nom
Baby baby
Naneun mwol jom aneun nom

Ttwiineun nom keu wiie naneun nom
Baby baby
Naneun mwol jom aneun nom

You know what i’m saying

Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan gang-namseutayil

Eh- sexy lady
Oppan gang-namseutayil

I suffer. I learn. I protect.

Who says life is fair? It is obviously unfair to me. I just lost someone I love so much.
I always had this dream, a dream that I sit and wait for it to come true.
I wish to breath. Breath how?
When he's around, no air is fresh, no ground is solid, no water is clear.
When he's around, I play dead. I don't even dare look at him.
But when I do, I'll get a peek of hell. I see everyone around him suffer when I look into his eyes.
He makes lives of people around him hell. He does.
For once, I long to breath fresh air, stand proud on solid ground, enjoy clear water for all I want.
I suffer?
I suffer by looking helplessly as my mother suffer. There was nothing much I could do. I was young and naive, I still am. He shouts, he throws stuff at us, the way he looks at us is like looking at criminals. His ways are not like ours. Mom is not like the previous mom anymore. She looks weak, lost...
I learn?
I learn the ways to fight back. I learn to stand up for myself.
All those tales my mother used to tell me about him wasn't true at all. 
He's not an angel like my mother used to say he is. He was in the United States for 5 years and when he came back, I learn that he ain't that pretty,lovable angel anymore. He's just plain evil. I learn the right thing to do. I learn the hard way but it doesn't matter. Soon,I learned about revenge.
I protect?
I protect my mother for all I can. I had no chance to protect my sister anymore now that she's gone. Now its just mom and my youngest sister. Mother is suffering from various diseases. Depression and Diabetes,etc. 
She protected me and now its my turn. He 'killed' us and now its our turn! Let him taste his own medicine.
 I protect her from him. I shout back at him if he says anything hurting to her. I stopped him whenever he asked her to do things beyond her capability. Isn't it obvious that she is sick,mourning after her child's death?
 He has no heart. I will always protect her. I noticed that I'm turning to a protective monster myself. 

but,I don't really care. <3

I see my dream coming true because I suffer, I learn and I protect. I'll be capable to do more after I achieve my ambition. I want everybody to witness that moment when I can finally bring my mother out of that roof. This is my promise, I WILL take care of our mother as you wish my dear. Rest in peace. And soon enough, I hope karma comes around in front of my eyes, and when that happens,I hope we have no relation what so ever, father.

Chocolates. You like? I like?

Dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate, sugar free chocolate, nutty chocolate, fruity chocolate, strawberry chocolate, raisins chocolate, etc.
What's you type?
I stand before all chocolate lovers to admit that I simply DO NOT LIKE CHOCOLATES!
Same goes with anything that is chocolate flavoured.
No haters please. ;)
I just don't like the taste of it no matter how good it is.
I'm sure most of you will think that how can someone NOT LOVE CHOCOLATES?!
Well, you'll have to understand that when I eat chocolates, I feel my throat burning and itching(I'm not allergic to it). It feels like eating.... eating... flour+raw eggs+tonnes of sugar, something like that.
but.. I can tolerate chocolate with nuts :)
Hey, look at the bright side chocolate lovers, at least there's one human being less to invade choclate world =D
All of us have our likes and dislikes. Maybe some of you hate coffee, maybe tea, or you hate eating apples. What I'm trying to say here is all of us are human beings,not clons. We should respect each other no matter how different we are. Never push someone aside just because they don't like what you like. Peace =)

Bulan Merdeka story

I always have this 'identity crisis' thing.
People don't actually dare to mix with me because they're not sure what language should they use to speak to me.
They get confused with my tan colour and my rather tiny brown eyes.
Wait till they see my mom and they'll be like whaaa?? who's that?
Sometimes I'm Chinese,sometimes I'm Indian, sometimes I'm Malay..
sometimes =( I'm a foreigner. sob sob :'(
I never did fit in with any group of friends.
It just doesn't feel right.
I'm just me.
And here, I would like everybody to know that I am chinese mixed punjabi.
I speak English,Bahasa Malaysia,Mandarin,Cantonese and surprisingly I'm starting to speak Tamil! Thanks to my boyfriend.
I am 1 Malaysia. Let us all stand as one.
If any of you ever encounter someone like me, don't be afraid, we're all humans.
 ♥ P.S. my boyfriend is Indian ;)

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Looking at at my last update which was posted on the 19th of April. That was a few days before my sister, Jazzwin passed away. She left us on the 27th of April 2012. Three months had passed and I thought that I've let go of it, but the truth is, I never did. To tell the truth, I do not dare to look at her photos because I'll cry so badly. I've to act strong in front of mom so that she doesn't break down easily. I try not to talk about anything that'll remind mom about her. I know that's not the way it should be but I have to. My mom is getting sicker and weaker, adding that my 'dad' is such a pain in the ass! Sure do hope life gets better, but how 'better' can it be when a part of me is already gone. I don't understand death. So what comes after that? Reincarnation? Heaven? Hell? Who knows? I don't even know how I feel. If I had one last chance to say something to her, I wished I could tell her that I love her. I didn't had the guts to do it before she left us because I thought that she,leaving, is impossible. I'm sorry. I have to stop now. My shirts's getting soaked. =')