January 20, 2011
TV
I've missed a lot of TV shows since I don't have any satellite tv in my Place in Sunway..darn it :(
I wanna watch Live To Dance ! I wanna watch Glee 2! I wanna watch movies in HBO like I used to! I wanna watch American Idol!
*sob sob*
December 31, 2010
December 28, 2010
The Diary of an Immigrant : Part 1
No. This is not a fictional story whatsoever . It happens to be real. It’s my life. Dear Angelapev of Tumblr,this is for you.
I was born in a poor family. My mother was a struggling Spanish lecturer back in Philippines and my father..well I never knew what he really did except that there was a point in his life where he worked with the government or something similar to that. But that was back when I was still a toddler. When I started my pre-school,he was the one who took care of me and my little sister. Sent us to school,cooked our meals and did the laundry while my mother was the breadwinner . I called my mother a struggling as a lecturer there because for one,that was quite a fucked up institution and two,she wasn’t paid enough . Life was tough for everyone but I could still see smiles and hear laughter everywhere. Yes,that’s the true - blue Pinoy spirit. No matter how tough life gets, there are still room for smiles and happiness .
When I was a baby, my parents could only afford to rent a room in a boarding house which was situated near a commercial center. They lived there with few other students. I remember my mother told me that there was this one Christmas that she could never forget . They were really broke and so they could not afford a proper Christmas meal for the three of us . Hence, my mother cooked sardines and noodles instead for me and my father.
Few years later, we moved to a different location since the family had grown. That 1 room could not fit a family of four. We lived in a house fit enough to be called a hut due to it’s unsightly condition. I shared a room with my little sister until my cousins came along which made me and my sister sleep in the same room as my parents. The kids from our area weren’t very friendly as they would only play with me and my sister if we had food with us. If we didn’t, they would beat us up and call us names. There was one time, the bad-ass little bitch of the hood insulted me and well, it made me furious enough to fight back and so I did. I hit her back while she was crossing the bridge. With that sort of unwelcoming reception from the neighborhood kids, all my sister and I could do was play around the house together. Sometimes there were days when we would sit in the porch and just watch the other kids play as they insulted us . We eventually learned that giving them food did not secure a long lasting friendship so we stopped hanging out with them. But then, there were times when we just could not resist the pain of not having playmates around so we still bribe them with snacks several times. Although they eventually leave us when there isn’t any grub left to feed on, we still took the risk for the sake of not feeling like outcasts.
The scenario in my housing area was different from my school. I liked school a lot because that was the only time I get to spend time with my childhood best friend, JoAnn and some of my close friends as well. I rarely get to hang out with them after school and I don’t know why. Still is a mystery to me. I felt sorry for my sister though as she did not really have anyone to play with whenever I was in school. Things were a bit easy on her after my dad brought home a puppy. Thalia became the closest thing she could have as a best friend.
We lived in the life of debts and financial insecurity until one day,that same old institution came to my mother and offered her to work as a Spanish lecturer in a university in Malaysia. God knew how thankful my parents were for that offer. There were a few bumps here and there before the contract was finalized but at the end of the whole ordeal, the contract deal was a success and the whole family was excited to leave the hardships there.
On the mid week of August 1997, the plane I was on touched down to the old International Airport and as we came out of the arrival hall, there she was with a young lady,standing behind her. You see, my mother came a month earlier than us and that explains why she was waiting for us at the airport. My dad ,little sister and I spent a month in Manila before we actually flew to Malaysia . And my uncle came along as well to look for a job in Malaysia. God knew how excited I was. I totally felt that it was our salvation. My salvation. Away from the bullies. From poverty. From pain. From everything bad. We were going to start fresh…..
P.S : This was posted in my tumblr ( http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com/ )
December 16, 2010
December 5, 2010
Seriously Speaking
I got nothing on my mind right now except that I want to do helluva lot of things!
I'm quite excited for tomorrow and stuff but anxiety is killing me at the moment. FUK!
Why? You don't have to know unless I wanted you to know. It's not that important anyways..
I'm just glad that I'm getting rid of the incompetent people in my life. As a Malaysian saying goes, "Buang yang keruh,ambil yang jernih". Yes. I'm doing that one by one. If you're not on my circle anymore,then you'd understand. If I don't holla atchu when, you'll understand.
Seriously, I am sick of those type of people that only live to kill. No, I'm not talking about murderers. I'm talking about backstabbers,attention seekers, ass kissers ,snooty motherfuckrs and lame as as bitches who think they are too hot to handle. Puhlease!
If you're my friend and your asking yourself "are we still friends?" , ask me that question and I'll tell you if it's a yes or a no. Feel free to ask. Seriously.
But somehow, if you find yourself non existent in my Facebook,where you used to be, then you should get the clear picture that you are no longer welcome in my life. And that is due to either one or all of the reasons below:
a) kau menyusahkan hidup aku
b) kau menyusahkan hidup orang yang aku sayang
c) kau menyusahkan hidup orang lain
d) you think your way better than everyone else
e) your a conniving skank who preys on emotional sympathy.
Sorry if this seems to be quite straight to the point. I'm just tired of being pushed over.
BTDubs, feel free to visit my tumblr @ lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com
June 18, 2010
It's been a while..
Since I last posted anything here. It seems like time has got the best of me. Sometimes I think things are running too fast but then sometimes I think things are running too slow. Whatever it is,it sure doesn't stop me from wondering about the future. About what's in-store for me. For my baby.For my family. For my Life.
I'm scared of what will happen but like I always say, the only thing we can do is to be positive .Stay positive as long as we can. Crying or frontin about things won't ease away the pain.
All I can ask for is for God to lead the way.
May 28, 2010
May 12, 2010
Glee Flash Mob (8 May 2010 - The Gardens Midvalley)
Here are some vids on the event ;) Now, idk whether there will be an official video but if there was, i'd update you guys aite!! Oh btw, the bridges and corridors on the higher floors were also filled with the dancing gleeks but there isn't much coverage there so...anyways, just watch. the 2nd video is from the aftermath where we did the whole dance again the 2nd time.
Here's the vid from my camera ;)
Here's the vid from my camera ;)
May 3, 2010
Tumblin
Yahaaaayyyyy! I've got meself a tumblr too!!
Add me! It is easier to maintain that blogger but i still ♥ both!
http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com :)
C U THERE!
Add me! It is easier to maintain that blogger but i still ♥ both!
http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com :)
C U THERE!
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