Life is like a Box of Strawberries..

This Bing of mine is officially dying.. i MIGHT just update it once in a BLUE moon.. EHHHhh!! Can upload pictures again!!! Dumb friendster.. Anyways.. I actually stopped updating cos I found bloggin with no pictures is like driving with no road- NOT fun.. Those two kids are my twin nephews, btw.. Jaden and Christian. SUper cute! Twins they may be, but characters are like heaven and earth..

Hmmm, since I can upload pictures again I’ll probly update this Bing again..

And so! Go HERE, and you’ll find some rather interesting things.. *ahem ahem*..

Ahem.. im back..AGAIN.. <=P Sorry for the long absence. Just that I’ve been EXTREMELY butt-bustingly-busy for the past few weeks. Mid term tests and assigments..

  Yeah.. Anyways… Here are updates on the past few weeks of my life.. mostly before all the horrible tests and asses..

I went and got myself a tattoo =O The shock! The surprise!

Widdle butterfly.. =D

And then my University had a carnival. Not very hapenning but not bad if you’ve got half an hour of nothing-to-do-ness.

People..

Food..

Games..

Wigs..

More food..

Live music..

Knick knacks to buy..

And a Digi booth..

And then I made Shepard’s Pie!! =D

Diced lamb

Plus mashed potatoes

Plus diced carrots

Plus diced onions

Plus oven(not shown)

Equals DELICIOUS SHEPARD’S PIE!!!! =D

And then I received a Chinese message a few days ago.. I can’t read Chinese.. So I saved it and got a friend to read it for me.. Apparently I won like, 250 thousand dollars of dunno-wad currency.. YAYNESS!!

So..I should be sipping on champaign by now on a cruise somewhere in the Caribbean.. Except of course.. it’s a SCAM.. So I’m still poor and have to do MORE ASSES so I can BECOME rich in the future..

Bubai..

PS- There were supposed to be some REAL nice pictures in this post BUT.. Friendster is, as usual, suckish.. And I dunno-why cannot post anymore pictures..

I find this so TOTALLY accurate.. So much so it’s CREEPY.. BrrRRr!

You entered: Junella Chong Sing Wang

There are 20 letters in your name.
Those 20 letters total to 90
There are 6 vowels and 14 consonants in your name.

Your number is: 9

The characteristics of #9 are: Humanitarian, giving nature, selflessness, obligations, creative expression.

The expression or destiny for #9:
The expression that you exhibit is represented bythe number 9. Your talents center in humanistic interests and approaches. You like to help others as you were intended to be the ‘big brother or big sister’ type. You operate best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion, and allow yourself to be sensitive to the needs of others. You work well with people, and have the potential to inspire. This suggests that you could successfully teach or counsel. Creative ability, imagination and artistic talent (often latent) of the highest order are present in this expression. It’s possible that you’re not using or developing all of these capabilities at this time. Some of your talents may have been used at an earlier time in your life, and some may still be latent. Be aware of your capabilities, so that you can make use of them at appropriate times.

If you are able to achieve the potential of your natural expression in this life, you are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others. Your personal ambitions are likely to be maintained in a very positive perspective, never losing sight of an interest in people, and a sympathetic, tolerant, broad-minded and compassionate point of view. You are quite idealistic, and disappointed at the lack of perfection in the world. You have a strong awareness of your own feeling as well as those of others. Friendships, affection, and love are extremely important.

Undeveloped or ignored, the negative side of the 9 expression can be very selfish and self-centered. If you do not actively involve yourself with work that benefits others, you may tend to express just the opposite characteristics. It is your role to be very involved with other people and their needs, but it may be difficult for you achieve this role. Aloofness, lack of involvement, and a lack of sensitivity mark the low road of this expression.

Your Soul Urge number is: 7

A Soul Urge number of 7 means:
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world (o.0!!!!!), and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.

You are very timid around people that you don’t know very well (this is why some people think I’m weird.. adasfljkl.. =_=”), so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends (so my friends, be grateful..be VERY grateful, you are SPECIAL and ELITE =P) and you don’t easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.

The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.

Your Inner Dream number is: 11

An Inner Dream number of 11 means:
You dream of casting the light of illumination; of being the true idealist. You secretly believe there is more to life than we can know or prove, and you would like to be provider of the ‘word’ from on high.

This is me! =D

3 (3, 12/3, 21,/3, 30/3)

The Life Path 3 indicates that you entered this plane with a strong sense of creativity and with wonderful communication skills. Achievement for you most likely comes through engaging your ingenious expression. A truly gifted 3 possesses the most exceptional innovative skills, normally in the verbal realm, writing, speaking, acting, or similar endeavors. Here we are apt to find the entertainers of the world, bright, effervescent, sparkling people with very optimistic attitudes. The bright side of this path stresses harmony, beauty and pleasures; of sharing your inventive talents with the world. Capturing your capability in creative self-expression is the highest level of attainment for this life path. 

Life is generally lived to the fullest, often without much worry about tomorrow. You are not very good at handling money because of a general lack of concern about it. You spend it when you have it and don’t when you don’t.

The 3 loves connecting with people. The characteristics of the 3 are warmth and friendliness, a good conversationalist, social and open. A good talker both from the standpoint of being a delight to listen to, but even more importantly, one who has the ability to listen to others. Accordingly, the life path 3 produces individuals who are always a welcome addition to any social situation and know how to make others feel at home. The approach to life tends to be exceedingly positive. Your disposition is almost surely sunny and openhearted. A happy and often inspired person, you are constantly seeking and needing the stimuli of similar people.

There is a remote side to your 3 Life Path, as well. This comes as a surprise to the native and to those who think they are well acquainted. The 3 is actually a very sensitive soul. When hurt, you can easily retreat to a shell of morose silence for extended periods. Nonetheless, the 3 eventually copes with all of the many setbacks that occur in life and readily bounces back for more. It is usually easy for you to deal with problems because you can freely admit the existence of problems without letting them get you down for too long. Because of your own sensitivity to hurt, you have a caring disposition and seem to be very conscious of other people’s feelings and emotions.

In romance, the 3 is a very ardent and loyal lover. Affairs that don’t go well can leave scares that seem to linger. Emotional experiences of all sorts tend to deeply touch the 3 and the drama may take some time to play out. Regrettably, the giving disposition of the 3 often attracts demanding partners. As with most of life’s issues for the 3 Life Path, balance in relationships is illusive.

Your big test with a 3 Life Path is controlling your highs and lows. You won’t survive very well in any routine environment or when you are placed under dominating management. Slow thinking and overly contemplative people tend to frustrate you, and you don’t function too well with this type whether you are working for, with, or under them. Your exuberant nature can take you far, especially if you are ever able to focus your energies and talents.

For the few living on the negative side of this Life Path, a 3 may be so delighted with the joy of living that the life becomes frivolous and superficial. You may scatter your abilities and express little sense of purpose. The 3 can be an enigma, for no apparent reason you may become moody and tend to retreat. Escapist tendencies are not uncommon with the 3 life path, and you find it very hard to settle into one place or one position. Guard against being critical of others, impatient, intolerant, or overly optimistic.

If you wanna find out about yourself too, you can go HERE! =D Enjoy!

     I’ve seen many people dying before in my life. More specifically, people I know… people I love. I’ve spent quite a fair bit of my life going to hospitals everyday. My Grandfather, my Godfather, my Godmother, my brother, my uncle, my other uncle, MORE uncles, my aunty, my other aunty, MORE aunties. And I’ve attended many funerals too.. My parents are very fine with me seeing people dying and dead people. I don’t think much of it either. Actually, I like going to hospitals and funerals. Not that I like people suffering and dying, just the atmosphere of sadness and stillness…

     Recently, I’ve had another bout of hospital visits. It just made me realise, of the countless funerals I’ve attended, of the two dozen or so dead people I knew, only TWO died naturally - my Grandpa and my other Grandpa. My paternal Grandpa died when he was at a ripe old age of 96 and my maternal Grandpa at 86.

     Everybody else? Well, I had a cousin who drowned in the Sarawak River when he was 15. I was 12. He was a very good boy. It was Gawai season. I was sitting for UPSR. I never went to his wake or made it to his funeral. An uncle of mine died in his sixties from stroke. Can’t remember much about him. Another uncle was on holiday to China with his family. Used to dote on me. Always sat me on his lap. Made me laugh. Teased me. He died of cardiac arrest, I think. At the hospital, on the way to the ER, he told my aunt, "I can’t feel my heart beating". He never made it out alive. Another uncle, he was taking diet pills after doing a triple by-pass (if I’m not mistaken). He wasn’t supposed to. EVERYBODY knows that, it’s common sense. But the doctor said it’s okay. He ended up in the hospital because his heart was beating too TOO fast. The doctors gave him something to slow it down. It became too slow. He died in his sleep. Nobody realised until it was too late.

     Nowadays, it always cancer cancer and MORE cancer. My Godpa, we didn’t know until it was too late.. When we finally found out, we couldn’t even tell where it started. It had spread all the way to his lungs.. He couln’t stop coughing.. They had to put a tube into his lungs to drain all the water out. They said, he only had 4 months left.. Exactly four months later, on the fateful night, I was visiting papa. I remember exactly what shirt I was wearing and who else was there, and who came. He was wearing an oxygen mask. He hated it. He gestured to his belly that had shrunken to less than half the size in less months. Only I understood that he wanted talcum. So I applied it. Then my brother rushed us home. Said he wanted to shower and then come back. And so I said my goodbye. Little did I know it was to be my last. The next day my mom woke me up and told me he was gone. I couldn’t cry anymore. I had been crying for 4 months. They said his oxygen tank had run out of oxygen, the nurse on duty was pregnant. She moved slow.. Too slow.. He died while they were changing the tank..It was exactly a year and a day after my maternal grndpa had passed on. 10 days later, his son-in-law hung himself. He used to dote on me. Teased me. Bought me ice creams. His daughter was 4 and his son just turned 1. I sat for PMR that year.

     After my Godpa passed on, my Godma discovered a growth on her foot. It turned out to be cancerous. They took out a large chunk of her heel. And she had to go for chemotheraphy for a long period of time. She’s still goes to the hospital for treatments. She isn’t a big eater. She doesn’t eat much of anything at all.

     Many more people I know have undergone surgery in battle agaisnt cancer. All sorts of people. People with healthy lifestyles but mostly people with bad eating habits. People with big pot bellies. Cancer is seriously a horrible monster. In the SGH, when you become unsavable, they send you to a special ward to die. Everybody there had cancer in the last stage. They were all going to die..

    Only in the past few days have I realised that the cancer deal is not something that I can just go ‘Nah, it’ll never happen to me.." and I can escape. Nowadays, EVERYBODY die of cancer. Those who don’t die of heart failure or kidney failure or all the other unnatural deaths, that is. Cancer doesn’t choose who it hits. Round or square, big or small, ugly or adorable, red or brown, white or yellow, black and blue. I just realised that Charles Darwin is VERY VERY correct.. I’m not afraid of Death.. I’m just afraid of Dying.. Afraid of Pain.. Afraid of Suffering..

     You know what the problem with some lecturers is? They speak funny.. They speak English with funny accents.. It’s so FREAKISHLY distracting!! ".. you need to know the issoo.." and "Where is the attendendh listses?" =_=’ "If you want to take out a loandh to buy a landh, you’ll need a guarantordh.." =_=|| WTF!! Not to mention the slurring- ".. but you wilprooleenot need.." and ".. in this case you will notbeintreeaahdtuhnooee..". Yeah.. it sucks, big time.. Cos 1. you can’t understand them; 2. i get very tempted to jump up and around, start tearing hair off my scalp and yell "ISHEEW!!! It’s ishEEEW!! NOT isSOO!!!"  ~>=0 and 3. I constantly have to stifle my guffawing laughters because it gets a bit hilarious sometimes. And it’s EVEN MORE distracting if the lecturer likes to wave her arms around wildly as if she’s being attacked by a swarm of blood-sucking rainbow-coloured flies.

     Anyways.. POOOOOOOOoooOooooOOOOOOOOOOooooooOOP!!!

XP

     Have ever met anybody who likes talking crap? Like, LITERALLY  talking about her own shit.. Let me highlight a few situation a certain "friend" of mine had recently suffered.. It was a certain guest at his house..

Scenario #1: Whole family peacefully eating dinner..

Crapper: I couldn’t shit for the past few days, so I went and got laxatives *munch munch*  Now I can’t stop shitting *chew chew* My shit so weird colour wan *swallow* And all watery wan.. *munch munch* I can’t stop shitting, now my ass hurts so much.. *swallow* And my urine is so dark in colour…

Family: *turns green*

Friend: *walks off..*

Scenario #2: Crapper goes for lunch with family at a restaurant..

Crapper: *talks to the lady boss while paying bill* I couldn’t shit for so many days.. So I went to see the doctor.. He gave me laxatives.. Then that afternoon I started shitting and now cannot stop.. My shit ar, come out THAT colour THIS colour wan ah! Watery watery wan AH I tell you!! Aiyoh.. now my butt so painful..

Lady boss: *=_=”* . . . .

     Apparently, there were many more incidents but I think I’ve had enough crap for today.. May nobody else ever have to endure such shitty situations..

Harrow again,

     I’m back! After a month of hibernation due to exhaustion from trying to cram 4 textbooks in my small brain in 72 hours, I’ve finally awoken =D Good news is, I did not fail any subject =D bad news is, I have to go back to Uni.. Actually, class started yesterday.. Sighness.. After 2 months of hols, the thought of having to read 4 new and VERY thick textbooks is really demotivating.. XP blueks!

     Anyways.. It seems as though people in Kuching like to chop down trees for no good reason.. WHY????? <X,O Why can’t you just leave the trees alooone???? Every time I see people chopping down trees, I feel like crying. If the theory that Mr.Tsung taught me a year ago is correct, a few gazillion(this word actually doesn’t exist, but people seem to use it  lot) years from now, you’d hear the trees cry out in extreme pain! *sobs* I’d imagine all the wailing from gazillions of chopped trees would be quite painful to bear..

    Anyways, I have named my iPod Poddy =D Appropriate name, doncha think? I’ve had him (Poddy is a he cos he wears a blue silicon case =D) for nearly a month now. The good thing about having it? I can watch movies on it. Which means….  I no longer have to suffer from TOILET BOREDOM!!!! =D If you happen to hear somebody laughing in the next cubicle the next time you’re in a public toilet, it might just be me ;P

Say harrow to my new friend..

Anyways,it all started yesterday when I saw an iPod with my name written all over it. So, when no one was looking, I grabbed it and RAAAaaaaaaN as fast as I could.

See, I told you my name was written all over it =D

And this is how it looks like when it’s opened.

The box on the left contained three things- a CD package thingy, an iPod holder and a bag of vacuum paked things.. Oh so neat..

In the CD packet there are:

A software CD

Owner’s (that’s MEEee!! =D) manual

Apple stickers!! Whatever for… o_0??

And in the vacuum packed package are:

Earphone cushion thingies, iPod(Oh I just love that word! =D) Dock connector to USB 2.0 Cable, Apple Earphones and iPod (Oh! There it is again =D) Dock Adapter.

Sighness.. I’ve graduated from my discmans (3 of those) to MD players (also 3 of those) to mp3 players (only 1,just bought in December last year) and now on to iPods!! Wheee!!!
Go on and droooooool at it   =D

Friendster blog is dumb dumb dumb! Keeps jamming up.. And everytimee I upload ONE photo, it says I uploaded THREE!!! Stupids.. *spits at friendster blog ppl* ptui PTUI!! XP

And o yea, I learnt that it’s very true that if you go three days without food, you won’t be able to think straight.. I couldn’t even win a dumb game of Freecell!!

TaTA! I shall now go to sleep with my digicam, iPod, tissue box, novel, my new iPod, pencil case, have I mentioned my new Fifth generation iPod, two of my T-shirts, my towel (it’s CLEAN), a stack of CDs and a bunch of other things. And oh yeah, my SPANKING NEW IPOD VIDEO =D Nites =*

Harrow to my dearly beloved Bing,

      I am currently on holidays and I am too lazy to do anything but eat sleep watch teebee play comp games and be a piggie (besides the compulsory housework which I have to do to earn my allowance XP).

     And so I will probably not be binging often within the next week or so. (Because as you would probably know, I only bing when I have homework or assignments to do or whenever else that I am NOT supposed to bing). Unless, I have good news *winks vigorously* ahem ahem.. NOPE! I DIDN’T say anything! Oh look!! A flying invisible elephant!! OOooooOOooo…

  Anyways.. Have a nice day!! Toodles! TTFN! Wuv ya!! Bubai!! Be good!! Don’t go wandering off!!