Scary dream (sniff)

I had the most horrid dream ever - in my entire life - it was horrible - I would say this won the "Scariest Dream Award".

I "woke up" in my bed back home in Malaysia, the soft linen on my face, the smell of Apricot softener calms my mind as I slowly adjust my mind to the current moment, my eyes are closed but I am still aware of my surroundings.

Suddenly, I felt something move beneath my comforter. My eyes immediately open wide with fear that what I think it is, is actually what it is! I leaped out from bed, inches away from hitting my head on the bed above my own.

At that moment, I SAW IT! I worst enemy was staring back at me. I wasn't sure whose eyes reflected more fear; it felt like multiple lives passed with both human and rodent transfixed with trepidation.

All of a sudden, IT LEAPED unto my direction. Reacting to it's move, I was surprised that I did not run the opposite direction or scream until my heart pops out from my mouth, instead I caught it with my bare hands! One hand holding it's upper body which was able to hold it's head still so that it can't bite me, while the other held it's bottom half of the body so that it can't wiggle itself out from my crouches.

Amazed with my reflexes and shocked with my gruesome behavior, I just stood there while the gears in my head shifted and the cogs interlocked to determine an option on how to dispose of it.

It starts to wiggle! And what seems like an eternity, it wiggles some more!

I did NOT like the feeling!

And what happens next is so gruesome and heartless that I find myself wondering if 'that' is my true nature...

...With my own hands, I broke that little creature in two hoping that it will die.

Holding it for a few seconds, it moves again! This time, I use my teeth to bite it till it stops moving. I can feel that it's life is slowing draining from it's little body...but I don't feel remorse.

A slight grin crosses my face. It can only be seen if you look closely into my eyes...you do know, that your eyes never lie.

To my horror, it is still alive! Probably near death, but I was not willing to give it a chance to recover. I took it out to the back of my house; I see the neighbor's cat. I forced it to eat the dying rodent held in my hands.

I woke up in my room, my heart beating like mad. I start to tear. The feeling of remorse, of cruelty, of regret bombarded me that I could not remember how to breathe.

What is life? What is the reason for my existence? Who was I? Am I the girl who people see me to be? Or is this all an act? Perhaps I am dysfunctional...perhaps something went wrong along the way which created the monster in me. Perhaps, that sleeping creature has awaken and it wants to be revealed...

Na na na...on holiday!

Drum roll please!.......

I am extremely excited to announce that...I-A-M-F-R-E-E!!! Free as a bird! Flying high in the sky! Wheee....

*Shakes head*
Note to self, grow up! ><"

Disregarding the schoolies week, my friend and I decided to take a nice relaxing holiday at Gold Coast. We stayed at a Holiday Motel situated not 50 steps away from the beach. (how convenient! :))

The room I choose had the "view" of the ocean (well, I would have had that view if it weren't for the huge trees blocking!). We took a long and slow stroll along the beach...the view was simply magnificent!

The following day, we went to Dreamworld and spent half the time lining up for the rides! Geez...it was a real test of patience! I would say, the best-est best ride I ever sat on was the "CLAW" and the wave thing...it made my tummy turn and I was on the verge of vomiting out the sandwich I had for lunch. Needless to say, IT WAS COOL! Can't say the same for my friend though...Poor kid! LOL :)

The next day, we decided to do what the Aussies do...santan-ing! Despite me being dark enough to be categorized as a Portuguese or Malay or Chin-dian (that's Chinese & Indian parents), I agreed to tag along. I mean, who knows, perhaps I will bump into a cute guy and maybe...perhaps something might come of it.


LOL...who am I kidding!? I have bad luck with men -- I either find one that is a confused kid telling me "I love you BUT I want to experience being with other people"; this luck problem also includes searching for a non-chauvinistic bastard who wouldn't confront you one day and say "you've changed" but in actual fact did not have a decent courtesy to think of a better reason!!!!
(#insert curse here#)

Opps, I've done it again!

Back to my holiday at Gold Coast...
Although this trip emptied my pocket, it really helped me relax and de-stress. Certainly, even therapy wouldn't contribute this much effect.

Fluctuating madness

Being a female is really tough! We have to constantly watch what we eat in fear that our thighs end up like tree trunks! Plus, it does not help that I like food! I love to indulge myself because it makes me happy...sad isn't it?

The problem with me is the fluctuating weight! I can't seem to keep it constant...and if you have read magazines about such disorders, it means that there is a high possibility that I will keep gaining exponentially and end up a professional WWF female opponent in the future! (No offense to anyone)

Lets begin this embarrassing journey with the year 2003:

Year: Mid 2003, fats weighing God knows how much! :(
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Year: Mid 2004; fat weighing 68kg O.o
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Year: Late 2004; fat weighing...well, I'm sure you can tell by the chubby-ness of my cheeks!
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Year: Late 2005; fat weighing 63/62kg
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Year: Mid 2006; fat weighing 58kg (thanks to the operation, haha)
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Year: Late 2006; fat weighing 65kg
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Year: 2007; fat weighing 57kg (I like! :))
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Year: Oct 2007; fat weighing 63/64kg
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My conclusion is...life is too short for me to waste my time worrying about my weight - I should embrace what I am and indulge in what life has to offer!

Unsurprisingly, I am gonna contradict myself as soon as I wake up tomorrow and start a temporary eating disorder.

(That was a joke btw)

...Sigh...PekLynn, Oh! PekLynn! What shall I do with you!

An illustration of the life of Pek Lynn - the Disney freak!

Growing up as the youngest daughter with two older brothers, naturally, I was the one always left behind with my barbies and Disney movies while the boys are out in the "war field" (dad's garden) attempting to "save" my life (the princess). Well, with that in mind, I guess many people can pretty much figure out why sometimes I act like a princess...LOL

It was amusing that I could actually describe my life through all the Disney sing-a-long songs...which makes me wonder...Am I living in a fairy tale? Hmmm...

My mummy used to tell me that the best way to get her much needed rest when taking care of her three children was to lock us up in one room while she sleeps. And true enough, we would sleep during that span of time...Hence, explaining my deep desire to hibernate! I would say that due to my love for sleep, I developed a habit of dreaming...

-A dream is a wish your heart makes-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwO6kIdgVSU

...Do you believe that if we dream of something nice and tell it to someone, that dream will NOT come true? >< Well, to a certain unreasonable extent, I do. Perhaps it is just my way of taking precautions.

To add to that thought, it is clear to understand why I tend to avoid expressing my feelings for a guy I like...or love...whichever. Therefore, if any of you people attempt to ask me such nonsense questions about relationships and crushes, I would generally shun away, as:

-I wont say I'm in love-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-lzcMEcA4U

Needless to say, I would definitely adore the guy who would take me to a nice quiet place overlooking the starry night so that I can make a secret wish...

-When you wish upon a star-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-GtMDLlGRI

...And if he could sincerely and honestly look into my eyes and promise that he will always be there to provide chocolates when I'm stressed - it will definitely be a plus for him! LOL

I love cooking. However, to be able to cook something edible is another story. I remember, when I was young, I loved to walk around my dad's garden a pick the prettiest flowers and leaves, place them in a huge pot and start a fire in the garden...yes, a fire. It is such fond memories that reminds me of why I enjoy putting things together to create - art!

-Bippity Bobbity Boo-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvcTI3ctK8o

My parents instilled in my brothers and I the importance of being responsible for our own actions and never feel afraid of making mistakes - after all, it is through such experiences we grow and learn. In life, shit happens. And the best way to handle it is perseverance and optimism. Knowing that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel is a motivational factor to keep moving forward and never look back (i.e. regret).

-Just keep swimming-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adqLaecr9WY

Another motivational factor is knowing that your family and true friends will ALWAYS be there to support and guide us. Plus, what use is it to worry and worry...it does not help solve anything!

-Hakuna Matata-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejEVczA8PLU

...I shall stop here, if I carry on with my life story, we can keep singing till the cows come home!

I like to move it move it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_r2psdrQkM

*It has been fun, maybe I'll do this again ;) *

Heartless generation!

Okay...so there I was...walking down the street, singing da de da, ta da, dam da de de dam...

I came across a person on my way home one day, and noticed that he was limping. I sincerely felt sad for him and wondered where his family was, whether they are waiting for him at the corner of the road or dashed to buy something at the near by shops...

Being me, I walked behind him (you can say I was stalking him for a while) wondering where he was going, what he was up to, what is he going to eat for lunch, whether his Ferrari was parked at the corner of the road or if he may need help crossing the road...

I felt pity. I do not like that feeling as I am a strong believer that no one person should be looked down upon, it is never known to us our capability and all we can do is persevere and do our best! In any case, who are we (am I) to judge a person?!

So, I decided to overtake him and walk home without looking back.

A few days later, when I was having coffee at my favorite Starbucks cafe, drinking my favorite drink - Vanilla Soy Lattle, I heard people screaming and angry shouting. Everything happened so fast, my mind was racing to depict what was happening before my eyes.

An old man (who looked strangely familiar) was running away from a group of young Chinese men, needless to say, they were the ones shouting. They caught up to this man and started whacking him. He dropped to the ground. A hand phone fell off his hand. One of the young men picked it up and continued shouting in vulgar languages. They continued to kick him. He was curled up on the floor trying to protect this head and stomach. Security guards came. They stopped them and pulled the old man up. I was about to tear hence I turned away.

The experience was daunting! I hate seeing people being hurt - may it be physically or emotionally! It is not our place to hurt another person! Nor is it our right to disrespect people who are less advantage than us! I hate the thought that this world is filled with generations who posses a cold heart and most of all I hate that I did not do anything about it!

A prayer for guidance:

I adjure Thee by Thy might, O my God! Let no harm beset me in times of tests, and in moments of heedlessness guide my steps aright through Thine inspiration. (Compilations, Baha'i Prayers, p. 28)

Fun times at the park...

..MASA's bridge Walk...and then games at the park.

This game is called "Arm Link"
















The challenge is to stand up with our backs against each other while are arms are linked (as shown in the picture).















Easy you say?

Well, well, well...trust me, it ain't as easy as it looks. But thank goodness my friend (Salina) is rather small in size and I was able to carry her on my back and push her unto her feet. LOLs!















Our strategy was such that she lean on me, while I try to get unto my feet...

This process actually took some time as I was stuck!

Yeeeees! Stuck! How? Well, beats me!















...YaY!!... :D) - I have double chin (sigh)

The Secretary of the Malaysian Society 2007/08

What have I gotten myself into??!!

But no complaints ^.^

btw, does that cup cake look like me? hehe...

Indecisiveness

I said NO! NO NO NO! I will not commit myself to this society again! NO! And I was damn steadfast in my decision!

But guess what...?

I ran for the secretary position in the Malaysian Society.

This was my speech:

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Good evening everyone,

Hi! I am running for the secretary position.

Let me start with my Personal details:
My name is Lum Pek Lynn. My friends call me Pek Lynn but most people know me as Lynn.
I’ll be 22 this coming December. I have a set of parents as well as two older brothers who loves me. Growing up in a family of three men, naturally, I’ve adopted certain masculine characteristics, which, I must say, enhances my ability to strive through tough situations with persistence and vigour. Nevertheless, my mother’s soft and loving nature did have its effect on me too.
I was brought up in a family that values patience, honesty, and dedication. Apart from being supportive, my parents have thought me the importance of being responsible and persevere through any challenges.
Affiliated with a Religious organisation, my father has been a secretary for about 15 years. And his passion for his work has brushed off on me and stirred the interest in that department. It may not be an ambitious role, but I have always dreamed to become a personal assistant or a secretary as I am a meticulous person and I love to keep track on things.
Now, to more Technical details:
- I have knowledgeable insight to the usage of Microsoft Office.
- I have been a secretary for a committee before; hence have the experience in the filed.

Hence, by combining these two characteristics, I know that I will be able to deliver what is necessary as the secretary of MASA.

Thank You!

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What do you think? Would I get the position? Was it a winning speech?

Personally, I felt it was very crapy! And I definately embarrassed myself! :"(

Trip up Blue Mountains

Imagine – the stress building up after vice-chancellor week, the distraught feeling of wanting to know the results of the mid-term paper, the pile of unfinished assignments that needs to be completed as its due date is around the corner.

Now imagine – the sight and sounds of nature! The ones even though can be found back home, but were never really cherished or experienced (heck, after all, most of us are city kids). Imagine, over viewing a landscape of greenery and mountains. How wonderful it would be to witness the Milky Way and shooting stars at night.

Appreciating the beauty of nature is something that rejuvenates our very being and with a recharged mind we are able to conquer life’s morbid ness and challenges with profound optimism and perseverance.

Our journey started at 11:45am where we gathered at the sacred Hungry Jacks of Central station for a voluptuous meal of protein and carbohydrate to keep us energetic during our hike up Blue Mountains. Contrary to MST of public transportation in Malaysia, our train arrived on the dot, we enthusiastically boarded the train and made ourselves comfortable for the two and a half hour ride north west.

We got off at Katoomba, a city where history, art, natural scenery, and café culture merge creating an atmosphere perfect for tourists to explore and experience the leisure of the country side. After a quick bite, our adventure began as we headed for Echo Point to visit the Three Sisters and a breathtaking view of Jamison Valley! Later on, we caught another bus to Scenic World where we choose to indulge ourselves by going on to the steepest funicular railway. As we descended the tracks, we could witness Jamison Valley from a unique view, observing the clear blue sky that touches the vastness of trees like on a canvas. We tracked our way around the bushwalking rail that led us to the Skyway which was our transport back up to the entrance of Scenic World. On the skyway, we were able to view part of Jamison Valley, Katoomba Falls, the Three Sisters and Orphan Rock and as a bonus these were enhanced by the emerging of a sunset.

As our tour came to an end, we embarked on our next destination – Peter Myer’s home for a BBQ dinner, drinks and cigies and a bon fire to augment a comfortable social atmosphere. Unfortunately, our grumbling tummies were being tested the virtue of patience as we had to wait a full hour and a half for a train to arrive. Our patience was paid off as the train arrived on the dot and thus we continued our journey to Peter’s house located near Mount Victoria station. It was roughly a 10 minute walk in the dark as there were no street lights to light our way. Nevertheless, there were no complains as we were able to witness the Milky Way and a starry night sky. The sight was simply magnificent and thus words are neither sufficient nor capable of describing its beauty.

Upon our arrival, the beef stakes, lamb stakes, sausages and etc were laid on the table waiting to be eaten (no offence to vegetarians). Need less to say, we ate like kings! After dinner, majority of us sat around the bon fire, initially playing drinking games and then moved on to something more morbid – ghost story-telling. In the mean time, the remainder of us was lazing around in the house listening to Peter and Garm as they played the organ, while also attempting to imitate their proficiency with that musical instrument.

When the clock striked 10pm, we began our journey back to the city...

My grandma

Loving – Kind – Friendly – Determined – Independent – Courageous – Systematic.

These are among the many virtues that my popo posses and have persistently practiced through out her life. Her love for her children and grandchildren is limitless. Her kindness is never prejudiced by race, gender or even age. Her ability to create conversation and be friendly with people and even strangers made her well known in my neighborhood – more so among the taxi drivers. Her determination burns like fire within her thus even her old age and weak legs can never deter her from calling a taxi and travel around town. No doubt with her condition, we were constantly worried about her safety especially with the increase of snatch theft around Subang, however her courageous character never deterred her from doing what she has set her mind to.

Being the youngest in the family of two brothers and five cousins, it is normally assumed that I’d receive preferential treatment. On the contrary, this was never the case for my popo, as she loved and spoilt us all equally. Her memory surpasses ours as she would diligently remember all our birthdays and our favorite food – whereas, us younger generations rely on mobile reminders or PDAs. More often than not, she would go through the hassle to prepare our favorite dishes for dinner which, by the way, involves a systematic process that must be followed to achieve the desired outcome. I never did follow her instructions as it took up time…however; I’m starting to make it a point to practice her style of cooking as it is a skill that she has passed down and a legacy that will endure through time.

She is definitely an admirable character, and her achievement in life can be portrayed through our love and loyalty towards her.

Flies (extract from my previous blog)

Flies...I hate them! >.<

In regard to my extreme dislike towards these vile insects, I’ve taken the liberty to investigate the mysterious occurrence of their unrelenting persistence to disrupt privacy!

Day One
The question is…WHY are flies attracted to human beings?
Is it because of our body odor? Could it be the color of our clothes?
Hence, my first attempt to solve this obscurity, I decided to take a long walk around the bay WITHOUT any deodorant (may God have mercy). Even though I wasn’t astonished by the sudden attack of the swarm of flies, I was horrified by the number and their diligence in annoying me.
Conclusion for day one: Use deodorant!

Day two
I sprayed on my trusty Rexona deodorant and left the house smelling “Mountain Fresh”.
The weather was particularly pleasant today and unlike previous days the wind was forceful and yet it felt extremely relaxingly. I was surprised that even with my weight, the wind was capable of blowing me off the bridge – literally. Thankfully, I had a firm grip onto the railing which reduced the risk of facing my fear of swimming in waters where I can’t see the bottom.
Anyway let us get back to more pressing matters. Using deodorant today does seem to handle the pesky problem, however I was not satisfied by their sudden dismissal, there was something going on and I need to find out.
Conclusion for day two: Use deodorant.

Day three
AHA!! I knew it! My intuition never fails me! THE FLIES ARE BACK!! And they brought another army to back them up! My mountain freshness was unable to restrain them from me. Every garbage bin and poo I walked by seem to increase the intensity of the party that has been going on around my head since I crossed the bridge. I was getting dizzy. I felt faint. I needed water…What is so good about me that flies just couldn’t resist bugging the hell out of me? I mean, who would give up poo over some girl for crying out loud!?
Conclusion for day three: it has occurred to me that deodorant doesn’t help keep off these pesky flies except to maintain my mountain freshness every time I sweat.

Day four
It must have been the strong winds that day that prevented them from interfering in peoples’ lives. Maybe someone should create a device – a hat with a fan or a fly proof armor, I bet they will be able to establish a successful cash/ profit generating company.
Conclusion for day four: Staying home and coming up with assumptions will never lead to anywhere fruitful. I have the leave the house if I want to do a proper research!
Dang! I have to face my nemesis again!

Day five
Now I know why people who live here “exercise” so frequently. It’s because they are trying to run away from these flies! It has to be the reason! That’s the only way the flies can’t catch up...
I attempted a run around the bay; unfortunately my stamina allowed me to barely reach the end of the bridge where I had to stop and gasp for air. Before I knew it, the flies attacked!
Conclusion for day five: I’m not going out there anymore! At least until the winds come back to Sydney.

Day six
O my god! I saw the cutest thing!
There was thing guy. He was holding a small twig. The twig had a few leaves. It looked rather pathetic come to think of it. But anyway, this guy was using that twig to brush those blasted flies away! That man is a genius!!

Day seven
It’s salt! They are attracted to our salty sweat.
Hmm...maybe I’ll try smothering myself with honey and see if we are correct.
Nah...I doubt i'm in the mood for more adventures...especially with bees!

Dear Life

“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know when YOU WILL GET EATEN!”

I suppose that can be my distinguishing line as I commonly apply it to my obsessive compulsion to regard people around me as untrustworthy until proven otherwise – which (unfortunately) is highly unlikely.

The part about life being as sweet as chocolates can be rather deceiving in my point of view – then again I may be contradicting myself again – I see and understand that life is a gift from God as a token of His love for us hence it should be celebrated and lived to its fullest potential. However, life is NEVER sweet and simple as we hoped, as God (as His token of His love…) occasionally tests our potentials and capacities. Sometimes I feel that He has high expectations on me as the tests that I face in life tends to stray on a path which leads me to failure…however contrary to my thoughts, He has been kind and the only reason why I feel dejected and demoralized about my own un-achievements is because I was on a verge of giving up all hope and faith in Him and myself.

Do you agree that in life our experiences whether bad or good is balanced? i.e. we experience an equal amount of sufferings as well as happiness. Nevertheless being human we tend to focus on the negative aspects of our lives hence giving us an impression that our life sucks more so than others. In a way, we are creating more misery for ourselves because we befriended self pity.

What the devil am I talking about? Beats me…its life! Nothing is what it seems…