The place I go to everyday, thats beside the lake.

After only 3 weeks of settling down in LCS, we moved into the new Taylor's campus; Lakeside.
First impression: HUGE!
Seconds later... "Where's the lake?"
Lunch time... "No place cheaper? OMG..." *checks wallet*
Yih Ling shows me the lake. Reaction: "Oh, so that's the lake... That's a lake?"
Went to the library: "OMG. *toot* freaking BIG. Looks exactly like the digital pictures. WOW. This is freaky."
One of the awesome things about Lakeside is the library. One word, "GROOVY"
Waiting for the shuttle bus: "WTH. So many people? Later we have to push, hard."
End of the day: I miss LCS.

But no doubt, Lakeside is so much more beautiful. Well, obviously, cause it's new. Oh, and yeah, it's good that all the air-conds work. So the classrooms are actually cold. But the thing is, LCS was comfy. Small, but comfortable. The food was cheap, and there was alot of variety. Convience, I would say is one of the things that LCS had that Lakeside doesn't. ATM machines, 7/11, stationary shops, top-up shops and the best thing is I didn't have to shove people in order to get onto the shuttle bus and if I miss the bus I could always walk back.

But at Lakeside, well, you get to... um... you get like... um... hm. I don't know. LOL. Take pictures with awesome views? Haha.


As you can see, I don't really like the new campus. I guess I need a little time to adjust. I took a whole load of pictures though. Its really pretty.




and thats only one part of it. Its really really pretty and BIG. But its not that difficult getting to classes because we are mainly always in Block E.

I'm really envious of the hospitality students! They have their own restaurants and a hotel?!
WHY oh WHY didn't I take hospitality?
*sigh* Mass comm isn't bad either... *sulky face*

The thing about Lakeside is the walls are so clean, I feel like taking a marker or something and scribbling on the white walls. *aiks. Maybe I shouldn't have wrote that.* There are so many people around, everywhere, and the lifts are always full. So morning exercise is now inevitable. Good news or bad news? When you're taking a walk in Lakeside and enjoying the view of the lake and the wind is blowing through your hair, you should immediately cover your nose or you'd get a whiff of cow dung. I'm not sure, but I heard there is a cow farm behind the campus.

I apologise for being so whiny.

I was told that Lakeside has almost 10 000 students *if info is wrong, I am sorry. My source of information is not reliable* So now there are more variety of faces to look at. *main point* more guys to scan through; hot or not? So, there is the silver lining around this cloud.

All in all,
Lakeside, I still need to get used to,
LCS, I need to forget you.

Hey, that rhymed! LOL. I am so proud of myself.

*I must apologise. This post, its a bit suck-ish. I don't really know what to write, so I am just typing whatever comes to mind so that I can reach 500 words. Sorry Mr. Winston.

The life in sleeping.

I kept running and running but I couldn't reach it... I just couldn't. It was dark, damp and cold. I could here the sound of flowing water and the scattering of sewer rats nearby. The stench was almost unbearable. As the cold air touched my skin, I felt chills creep up my spine. I could see a tiny spec of light at the end of the tunnel. But no matter how fast I ran, it was like I wasn't moving at all. The spec of light was like a spec of hope to me. I didn't know where I was and what dangers there might or might not be. All I knew was that I wanted to get out of here. My stubby legs never stopped moving. Perspiration from my head dripped to the floor, droplet by droplet it splashed on the slimy, cold ground. My legs started to get tired but my eyes stayed fixed on the light. "It's my only hope," I told myself. The light started to grow bigger and bigger as if I was getting closer. The small spec of hope expanded as the light did. I could feel my whole body become lighter and now, I could run faster than ever. Nearer and nearer I was to the light. I reached out my hand. YES! I can reach it... when suddenly I felt my stomach overturn. I was dropping. Down and down I went. The force of gravity seemed to pull me harder than it ever did. It felt as if I had left my heart floating above me as I kept on falling into a dark endless pit. I wanted to scream but somehow it was as if someone had put a hex on me and I couldn't scream. I opened my mouth and no sound came out... "What was happening?" ...

"THUD" ... Thank goodness. It was just a dream.

What have I been doing this holiday? ... I've been dreaming a lot. It ain't just regular dreams... I have really peculiar dreams.
This holiday, I had the luxury of sleeping a lot and therefore, resulting in having excessive dream time. Sometimes I don't remember my dreams. But some, I do. You know how it works. I'm going to blog about some of the darnest dreams I had during the holidays...

This dream is connected to driving. I had just gotten my license in the beginning of March and this holidays was the first time mummy allowed me to drive alone around town. And so... this is how the dream goes...

*The beginning is very peculiar and I can't really remember.* It was night time. The moon was shinning brightly and the stars had come out to play. My family and I were staying in a very high-class condo *Only in my dreams*. There was a really awesome lobby with a patio and pool. Beside the pool there were these really cute, white rotan chairs matched with a dainty white rotan table. In the swimming pool there was a floating bar. There was another family staying there. Some people I know. (but I can't remember who) I only remember that the lady was one of those typical Chinese stay-home-mums who are always poking their nose into everyone's lives. One day, I was waiting for the elevator, when this 'auntie' came and spoke to me. Being brought up to be well-mannered *ahem ahem* I responded to her conversation. She was, I felt, somewhat taunting me about how I could never drive although I had my license. Although I kept a smile plastered onto my face, her words seemed to have dug into my flesh and started to fester. Annoyed, I went upstairs and grabbed the car keys. The next thing I knew, I was in the car, driving, when I realised I drove the wrong car. I had taken my dad's Mercedes instead of my mum's car. All of a sudden I started getting nervous. I could feel my heart jumping so fast and hard that I swear it could've jumped right out. The Merc was bigger, longer and a whole lot more expensive to fix than my mum's car. The car was built in a different way so I wasn't used to driving it. Suddenly, I saw someone beside my car. He was holding a needle. We shall call him, 'the faceless boy' because I don't recall what he looked like. He then, pricked my car... for what reason? I don't know. But it made sense in my sleep. The car then deflated, as if it were one of those toy cars u have to blow up with air. I got out, picked up the now deflated Merc, put it under my arm and carried it back home. When I got back, I saw the auntie. She was chuckling at my misfortune and my dad was standing beside her, frowning. "Hi, Pa. Sorry about this. I blow it back up for you, OK? Don't get mad." I blurted out with a begging voice and sweet smile. Then I ran upstairs. On the way up... I woke up.


Weird? It doesn't make sense now that I've written it out. But when my eyes were shut close and my mind was busy in dreamland, everything seemed very normal and natural.

Moving on to the next dream...

It was a normal hot day with extra hotness and as usual I was sweating as though a water fountain. I remember I was holding 100 plus in one hand and snickers in the other. I didn't want to drink the icy cold 100 plus although I was being dried up by the sun. I was so focused on fighting the temptation of gulping down the icy freshness of the regenerating drink that was already in my hands.


I transferred my focus to the snickers bar. All I wanted to do was to rip its wrappings apart and sink my teeth into its delicious nutty-ness, savouring its magical flavour in my mouth. *sounds dirty, but please, keep your thoughts straight*



I was on my way back home. It was a rather strange day. Not many people were around. There were a lot of trees and the skies were filled with all sorts of birds. I turned into an alley, when suddenly someone grabbed onto me and held a knife to my throat. My first thoughts were, "Should've drank the 100 plus and ate the snickers when I had a chance. " My attacker had a young, uncertain voice at first, but later on he sounded more insistent. I told him to hold his knife a little further from me because I was scared it'll accidentally cut me. Then I told him to move a little further away from me because his body heat transfer was making me perspire even more than I was before and I didn't want to drench my brand new dress in sweat. Surprisingly, he did as I told him. When I could finally see my attacker's face, I found him actually kinda cute. *omg. Infatuating even in my sleep* Then I told him, "I have no money. I didn't bring my purse out. So, I can't give you anything. " He looked confused, as if he was trying to weigh his options. Then after a while he said very forcefully, "Give me the 100 plus and the snickers. Thats what I wanted in the first place, anyway." Heavy heartedly, I gave him the two things I desired the most at the time. He snatched it impatiently from my hands and walked off quickly. Then I shouted out to him, "Hey, you dropped your wallet. If I give it back to you, will you share the 100 plus and chocolate with me?" He didn't say anything and suddenly started running. I chased after him. The sky turned gloomy and the big droplets of rain started falling from the grey clouds. I ran into 7/11 for shelter. The guy at the counter was really nice. He told me to stay there until it stopped raining. After 2 minutes, I realised that the guy who had just mugged me was actually the guy at the counter. I approached him, and he smiled. Then all of a sudden he said, "Dragon up!" and transformed into the American dragon... then I woke up.


I think I was hungry when I went to sleep. As for the dragon thing, I was watching American Dragon on Disney before going to bed. *sigh* I have weird dreams that are significant to nothing.

What can I say, I have a vivid imagination. Unfortunately, it only happens in my dreams. =D

The Greatest Gift

I sat on the bed. I heard the ticking of the clock, tick-tock-tick-tock... In every tick, everything became clearer and clearer. Now I knew where I was and how I got there. It was simple and yet so hard to believe. Here I sat awake at 2 in the morning in a place so familiar to me,a place I felt safest in, my sanctuary. Was I dreaming? Could this be real? Am I... really home?

3 weeks,21 days and 504 hours have I been staying in a room so unfamiliar to me. Waking up every 2 hours at night isn't the most fun thing to do. Rushing down for the shuttle bus in the morning or walking to campus if I miss the bus, reaching class already drenched in sweat isn't very enjoyable. Coming home later to an empty apartment, staring at the four walls of my small,stuffy,rented room as it stares back at me and soon it seems like the walls are closing in on me. When dark falls, I dare not walk out of my unit, afraid of the evil that lurks in the night. Paranoid? Maybe... But growing up in a small town had spoiled me rotten. Now, living in the city all alone seemed so much more dangerous. The city was suffocating me, killing my personality and sucking out all the energy out of me. Exaggeration? Not really... I did feel that way.

This one week holiday, I'm spending it back home in Kluang. The feeling is worlds apart. I woke up on Saturday morning to find myself on my own bed. I woke up, and heard the chatter of my parents. Breakfast was set on the table just waiting for me to indulge. Ah, life was good... Pampered, I was. In the melodious words of Oliver Twist, "Food glorious food" Need I say more?

My mum, she always claimed I had too many groups of friends.

In the words of the wise Albert Einstein, "Only a life lived for others is a life worth living"

I know I'm wrongly using the quote... But still...

I joined various activities in school last time so I met many different type of people through different types of activities. First, my golf family. I love them. We've been through so much together. We started off as a few of the first junior golfers. Facing alot of discrimination from the golf club in the earlier days, we persevered alot together. Its usually hardship that brings people together and that is what bonded us even closer. We know each other inside out. We've stayed together during tournaments, seen the tears and laughter. I can just be myself around them and that's why I love them to bits.

My schoolmates. A friendship that blossomed over undone homework and disciplinary punishment. Literally, through thick and thin. So many memories formed, both good and bad. How can you not love the people you meet almost everyday for the past 5 years? The last two years of high school, my class, 5 STA 2, made 7 teachers cry and was blamed for the death of a teacher. Hows that for memorable? Its not something to be proud of... BUT, we'll never forget. Yes, I was a rebel in school. Thank goodness SPM results didn't suck too bad. Ah, we had some pretty awesome times in school. This group... It was music that brought us together. We call ourselves the Zubinators. Its a funny story how we became friends. We were linked together through a guy named Zubin; therefore Zubinators. We formed a band temporarily to perform for a charity event. We came out in the News Straits Times! But the important thing was that a special friendship was created. We're the next best thing next to the Beatles (in my head) =D
At first there were 3 of us. One migrated to Canada, and then there were 2. We've known each other since Standard 1. We go way back. If we wrote a history book it'll probably be super thick. Every time we meet, we talk for hours. I trust them with my deepest darkest secrets.The three of us were high school besties. The three musketeers? Well, almost. Where you see one, the other two are not far behind. The three of us are very different. I'm the goofy one. Zi Xuen is the smart one. Shannon is the sensible one. But some how, we managed to get along really well and ended up being BFF's until this day.

Hence, I've been going out everyday to meet my friends. I just feel like I owe them an explanation since I left so abruptly without informing anyone. To those of my friends that thought of me and worried for me... THANKS! LOVE YOU GUYS! and to those who didn't, *tut* =D

So, my holidays, I can sum up as eating well, sleeping well, catching up with friends and spending time with my family. It's probably not the most interesting holiday to blog about, but I'm pretty happy with my few days of holiday so far. Just that assignments are always hindering at the back of my mind.
*friends just called me from Singapore, a trip I was SUPPOSED to join. Blog about that in the next post.*

Tiger Coming Out Of The Woods

November 27, 2009: A day no golfer can forget. Rage, Disappointment, Sadness and a million more emotions played around in the heart of every golfer. This date has gone down in golf history. It was the day that the love and respect for world number one golf player, Tiger Woods was smeared.

It all started with a minor car accident but ended in a major mess. One that he could not climb out from.



News reported that Tiger Woods had met in an accident while leaving his home at 2.30 a.m. in his SUV on the 27th of November 2009. He had collided with a hedge then a fire hydrant and a tree down the street.

*information taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiger_Woods#Marital_infidelity_and_career_break*

The accident was the spark of a huge fire. The golf player escaped the accident with a few minor injuries. He later on made a public announcement that he takes full responsibility for the accident. He also praised his wife, Elin for breaking his car screen with a golf club in order to pull him out of the car. But that was certainly not the case. According to Mahalo.com, quote: The accident occurred two days after the National Enquirer alleged that Woods has been having an affair with a 34-year-old New York City club hostess named Rachel Uchitel. Soon after, many more affairs started to surface.

Cori Rist was identified on December 7 as another mistress. She allegedly met Woods at Butter, a popular night club in Manhattan. She was 31 at the time the news broke. Jamie Jungers reportedly had an affair with Woods in 2004, when she was just 20 years old—the same year the golfer married his wife, Elin Nordegren. Jaimee Grubbs, who was 33 at the time of the Woods scandal, came out to News of the World that she had an affair with the golfer in 2006.
Kalika Moquin, a Las Vegas night club promoter, said that she had an affair with Woods as recently as October, 2009. Jaimee Grubbs, a cocktail waitress from Los Angeles, claimed to have had a 31-month affair with Woods. On December 7, 2009, porn star Holly Sampson was identified as a mistress of pro-golfer Woods.

taken from: mahalo.com

This man, this great golfer, the man who once portrayed a family man, deceived the world. Who is this man we once looked up to and loved? No doubt, he was still the greatest golfer in the world. But who was he as a person? Nobody looked at him the same.



A young guy's response : He the man! Awesome. RESPECT. 11 affairs for so many years and he didn't get caught. Must learn from him lah...

A older man's response : Who cares about all this scandal. I only want to watch him play golf. Wah, he can really whack that ball. His swing ah.. tsk tsk tsk... perfect. Why is he so stupid. Waste money on so many mistresses. Too much money already. The more women the more trouble. Stupid wan lah.

A young girl's response : Tiger Woods... who's that? I only know Justin Timberlake plays golf. He's so hot.

A older lady's response : Disgusting fellow. Men are all the same. If one day I find out my husband has an affair then I'll cut of his *youknowwhat* and feed it to the dogs. I better check what that old man of mine is doing...

-common responses-

Tiger Woods, soon after, started loosing his sponsors. One by one they dropped their sponsorship. He had to put his career on hold and went for sex therapy to try to repair the mistakes he had made. But it was a hole too deep for even the highest paid athlete to dig himself out of. The public was not so forgiving either. In just a few months, the man lost his family,fans,fame and career. Even the LPGA and PGA players had something to say about his unforgivable acts. He lost almost everything he worked for.



After his pride and anything else left to his name was trampled and spat on, Tiger Woods came out with a public apology on the 19th of February 2010, promising to "start living a life of integrity"


*youtube-tiger woods apology video*

People were still unforgiving. There was definitely no silver lining on this cloud. Everyone thought that this was the end for the Great Tiger...

But then everyone deserves a second chance Somewhere, Somehow, even the most sinful man deserves to start over, to have a new beginning. On the 16th of March, golfers of the world were alerted once again to breaking news about Tiger Woods. He had announced that he would be returning to golf in the 2010 Masters. Some people were sceptical and judgemental while the others rejoiced. Even so, this was the first step he took to have his new beginning after walking through a storm of hatred and resentment. He managed to get 4th placing in the Masters, proving that he was still the same golfer he was before, just a little more humbled and having a little less people in his life.

Tiger Woods- Once labeled and flawless:-Almost perfect, now, after being exposed of his greatest flaws and mistakes,he has finally closed that miserable chapter of his life and started on a new one, hopefully, a better one.



This is his new beginning.

The Start of A New Chapter

Beginnings are different for everyone. Some are unforgettable ones, and some are ones that you want to forget. When you think about it, its crazy how many beginnings we have in one lifetime.

I can still recall the morning of my very first day of primary school. My heart was beating like an African drum. One hand was in mummy's hand and the other was left swaying in the wind. I was nervous but more afraid that I wouldn't be able to make any friends.You see, when I was younger, I was very shy and conservative. A million thoughts were running through my head. "Would I make friends? Would they like me?" In the end, I ended up being the dominant one in class and according to one of my friends, the school bully as well. Who would've guessed.
The beginning of a certain event doesn't predict the ending. Beginnings don't necessarily have to happen in the beginning of the year, month or week. I had a series of new beginnings this year. 10th of March, I had to wake up early for the first time in a long time. I woke up excited and full of anxiety which made me unusually hyper in the morning. Slightly nervous but very excited, I got in the car and drove to work,with mum beside me, for the very first time in my 17 years of life. My very first paying job. Full of expectation of how great the job will be and how many new friends I would make made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Unfortunately, when I reached there, it was far from what I expected, although I did meet some awesome people. The beginning of my new job in Popular bookstore was rough. It wasn't the best beginning to experience but after a few days I started to enjoy the work and the people I was around. Beginnings to great friendships were found, some, which changed my life forever.

The most current beginning, for me, is the beginning of my life in Taylor's University College. Going to college after high school is like a whole different level. Its like a new pathway, a foreign land, undiscovered and brand new, exciting yet unpredictable. Before I graduated from high school, I always anticipated the day that I would go to college. It was supposed to be an exciting journey, full of freedom and fun. It wasn't like that for me... at all.

Who knew that when one door was slammed in my face another would open immediately.

That day, that very sad, sad day, I was eagerly waiting for 2 p.m. My best friend, Shannon and I were waiting for a reply from Singapore. We had been planning to study in Singapore since the beginning of form 4 and now we were minutes away from the moment of truth. Anxiety grew quickly, our hearts were racing, flashes of the near future were running through my head. Waiting for the page to load on the website felt like a million years... and then one word appeared on the screen, 'unsuccessful'. It felt like a double-edged dagger had pierced right through my heart, pulled out, and plunged into my heart again, repeatedly. Emotions after emotions filled my head. What exactly was I feeling? I have no clue. The next thing I know, I was on the phone with Taylor's. The very next day, I was enrolled for Diploma in Communication. By that time, I had already missed orientation. All I could think about was how everyone must've gotten to know each other and how awkward I would feel on the first day of class, which I did. Everybody was pretty friendly and eventually, I managed to quickly blend in. I'm still quieter than usual and still haven't really opened up and gone crazy, but in time, I hope, I will be able to let go.With the help of my new college mates, I've been less homesick than when I was the first few days. Living alone, here in Pj, was quite a big stepping stone for me. It was the beginning of a new independent life. Pampered most of my life, I had to suddenly be able to wash my own clothes, take care of my own meals and find my own transport to get places. My parents were no longer a phone call away. I was living with 4 other strange girls I had never met before. Homesick, I was. The first week, I would say, I was on the verge of tears most of the time. Its been my third week here and still I miss my own bed. But I have gotten more used to staying here, on my own. Life has definitely gotten more interesting and challenging. I'm hoping that the beginning of this new chapter will have a happy ending.

God has guided me and taken care of me thus far. Putting my trust in Him, I have faith that He will help me overcome obstacles that may come my way.

"The Lord is my Shepherd , I shall not be in want."

Psalms 23:1, New International Version Bible.