If I were to describe my mum's family, I'd say they're Singing Sensations.
Just a quick explanation on my mum's side of the family: I have 4 Uncles and 3 Aunts, so from eldest to youngest, I addressed my uncles as '1st Uncle, 2nd Uncle, 3rd Uncle and 4th Uncle'. Meanwhile, for my aunts, I call them '1st Auntie, 3rd Auntie and 4th Auntie', because my mom is the 2nd eldest among my Grandma's daughters, so to the rest of my cousins, my mom is '2nd Auntie to them'.
Most of my uncles and aunties are somehow connected to the word 'singing'; it is either their 'past', their source of income or their job. Nevertheless, every single of them seemed to have a passion for singing.
My 3rd aunt is under the first category. Since adopting an idyllic life of a housewife, her singing career went on a hiatus for more than 10 years (about 15-20?).
Recently, she was invited to sing at a fund-raising concert for the Sichuan Earthquake.
Result: She rocked the whole house.
So...
Check out the videos! Give her your support!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Dabliu Tee Eff
Monday was a crappy beginning for me, with a long chain of events happened due to my carelessness.
Starting with not bringing my wallet to college.
... And things that are too embarrassing to be written here. So, I'll leave it to everyone's imagination.
Urgh, yes. Monday soooo crappy that, after lunch with the 1.5 gang, I sought for solace in Main Campus library to print out the latest ADA notes (and recover from the shameful ordeal).
While I was surfing to my heart's content, Keh Kuat came over to my seat and asked, "Hey, did you check your blog?"
My half-dead blog with almost little to zero people who knew of its existence? "Nope."
"Oh," He scratched his head. "Someone commented your entry."
I blinked. "Wha? Really!?"
"Yeah, someone commented in your entry and blogged something-"
"Who was that?" I was pretty excited. "Guy or girl?"
He frowned, struggling to remember. "It's a guy. Jenson or something."
"JENSON!?" That emo-looking dude whom I'd talked with on Thursday; who possesses an un-emo-ish passion for ghost stories, mangas and games; writer of an emo-looking blog; has a wide network of un-emo-looking friends?
"I dunno," He waved his hands in defeat. "Why don't you check it by yourself?"
I did.
And I sms'ed Balqis, heart brimming with excitement.
Yes, that casual conversation on Thursday... It was something that has inadvertently lit my creativity flame, urging me to finish my incomplete stories (both fanfics and original stuff). It was hard to continue my old works when college assignments piled up, with more new ideas born and await for a chance to be released.
Writing is a passion that began when I was standard 4. I used to write a LOT when I was in primary and secondary school, filling useless exercise books with childish, silly stories. And, unlike Jenson, I still have most of them (even the first 'book' I've written!) =P. Most of my friends in school encouraged me to be a writer, often joked that I must give them free copies of my first published book. One of most memorable encouragement was from a primary school friend, who confessed that books are his bane, but claimed (adamantly) that he would read mine (if I'd ever publish a book) even if he has to search every single words in the dictionary. I was sooo honoured!
Writing is in my family's blood: My dad writes movie critics in newspaper, my mum is the head publisher of a Buddhism magazine and my elder brother... is a genius writer/blogger/director. >_>'
... But of course, I'm not as good as my family. My writing skills are limited; there are times I have to resort to drawing just to express my creativity. So, the journey to become a 'word manipulator' and a 'recognized writer' is going to be a long one... ^_^'
Well, thank you for the recognition, Jenson. Let's work hard to achieve our dreams for the future, w00t! =P
Starting with not bringing my wallet to college.
... And things that are too embarrassing to be written here. So, I'll leave it to everyone's imagination.
Urgh, yes. Monday soooo crappy that, after lunch with the 1.5 gang, I sought for solace in Main Campus library to print out the latest ADA notes (and recover from the shameful ordeal).
While I was surfing to my heart's content, Keh Kuat came over to my seat and asked, "Hey, did you check your blog?"
My half-dead blog with almost little to zero people who knew of its existence? "Nope."
"Oh," He scratched his head. "Someone commented your entry."
I blinked. "Wha? Really!?"
"Yeah, someone commented in your entry and blogged something-"
"Who was that?" I was pretty excited. "Guy or girl?"
He frowned, struggling to remember. "It's a guy. Jenson or something."
"JENSON!?" That emo-looking dude whom I'd talked with on Thursday; who possesses an un-emo-ish passion for ghost stories, mangas and games; writer of an emo-looking blog; has a wide network of un-emo-looking friends?
"I dunno," He waved his hands in defeat. "Why don't you check it by yourself?"
I did.
And I sms'ed Balqis, heart brimming with excitement.
Yes, that casual conversation on Thursday... It was something that has inadvertently lit my creativity flame, urging me to finish my incomplete stories (both fanfics and original stuff). It was hard to continue my old works when college assignments piled up, with more new ideas born and await for a chance to be released.
Writing is a passion that began when I was standard 4. I used to write a LOT when I was in primary and secondary school, filling useless exercise books with childish, silly stories. And, unlike Jenson, I still have most of them (even the first 'book' I've written!) =P. Most of my friends in school encouraged me to be a writer, often joked that I must give them free copies of my first published book. One of most memorable encouragement was from a primary school friend, who confessed that books are his bane, but claimed (adamantly) that he would read mine (if I'd ever publish a book) even if he has to search every single words in the dictionary. I was sooo honoured!
Writing is in my family's blood: My dad writes movie critics in newspaper, my mum is the head publisher of a Buddhism magazine and my elder brother... is a genius writer/blogger/director. >_>'
... But of course, I'm not as good as my family. My writing skills are limited; there are times I have to resort to drawing just to express my creativity. So, the journey to become a 'word manipulator' and a 'recognized writer' is going to be a long one... ^_^'
Well, thank you for the recognition, Jenson. Let's work hard to achieve our dreams for the future, w00t! =P
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Drained
I'm just... so drained to post these days.
Or maybe I'm just plain lazy?
It's like one wave after another. Assignments, relatives, exams... Crap, I want some peace. And when peace comes, the void of loneliness formed. I'm conflicted. I felt dried-out. I want to approach others, to expand my horizons... but my weary mind can't think of any topics except study study study. My early months hyped has vanished, replaced with old timidity. Writing and drawing is a rare hobby I find in Malaysians (or maybe I just didn't seek them enough).
... x_____x' I seriously need a break.
Or maybe I'm just plain lazy?
It's like one wave after another. Assignments, relatives, exams... Crap, I want some peace. And when peace comes, the void of loneliness formed. I'm conflicted. I felt dried-out. I want to approach others, to expand my horizons... but my weary mind can't think of any topics except study study study. My early months hyped has vanished, replaced with old timidity. Writing and drawing is a rare hobby I find in Malaysians (or maybe I just didn't seek them enough).
... x_____x' I seriously need a break.
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