[LynNie-fication]

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

.|.Can you...?.|.

Me, promoting the gorgeous "Only One Life" camp shirt.
Haa haa i know, poser. xD

Date: 17th January 2007
Mood: Considerably happy, with a dash of emo-ness.
Music: Razzle Dazzle, Richard Gere [OST, Chicago]

With reference to the post before my last, here's a muse.. Well, was kinda aware of the fact that my aunt was very in denial about my uncle's passing. Why, though?... Maybe it was because he was her HUSBAND??!! I mean; to forever love and cherish, through sickness and health, until death do you part- he was her spouse, soulmate, partner, companion, best friend, however you choose to term it. That, and the amazing love story of how they met, all the way until they got married in the end, though am unsure how much of the story i have in my head is true, as i merely heard it from someone else.

Anyway, me being me, i don't know how i'd handle the situation if i were in her place. I mean, i'm the horribly emo girl, the one who cries after "breaking up" with friends, what more if i were have to part with the love of my life?

I suppose that each of us in one way or another- in ink or not, have our own personal criteria for what you want, the kind of attributes we look for in that certain person you expect to spend the rest of your life with, may it be the dream girl, or the perfect man. As i can imagine, the usual would sound something like:
...will you promise to be faithful?
...will you forget our anniversary?
...if we have a child that is unplanned for (after marriage) would you agree to keep it?
...etc
(The above range from necessity to humour, to being meticulous.)

But apart from all that, allow me to suggest another one.

To my future spouse, or at least the one i think will be my spouse in the future..

Can you out live me?

xD

PS: After reading this, i'm certain guys would be afraid to date me. XD

Laughs and hugs,
~LynNie

6:04 AM Z

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Friday, January 12, 2007

.|.Back to school.|.

..:: My usual hang out group in school. ::..
[Missed them soso much]
Clockwise from the doode:
Chee Kong, Sarah, Jess, Me, Estee. =]

Date: 12th of January, 2007
Music: She's no you, Jesse McCartney
Mood: Slightly emo, slightly hyper.

Phew. Glad i finally let all that out in the previous post. Well, after my "extended vacation", am back to the craziness of school-life. Came back to school on the 8th, and on that day itself, had homework for EVERY lesson!! Imagine that. Not culture-shock, i got a school-o-shock. More so, when i went back to my super-hardworking BM tuition. Got home and simply slouched into my chair and let out a big, frustrated yell. Haa haa. Seriously. And every day following after that has been equally crazy.

It's kinda different now since my bro is also in the morning session, so i can't really say that "i'm back to the drill". ANYWAY, the highlight of my first week back at school was definitely the frog dissection!!! Too bad we didn't get to bring a camera, so we could get gross pics and stuff. Oh yes, and i got bitten by a lab mouse then. Considering the fact that i'm dissecting a frog and it should be the frog biting (wait a minute, frogs don't bite... oh yeah...) me instead of the lab mouse!!! It goes like this... Took one of the mice out of the cage (since they were going to put it into a box and stick a wad of chloroform-soaked cotton in to sedate them, i figured that i may as well take the opportunity to pick them up and play with the cute little critters. Really, they're ADORABLE.) and was stroking its fur when Wen Hong wanted to take it from me to put it inot the box. So, i placed half the body in his palm, but thought that he wasn't holding it tight enough, so kept hold of the head. Next thing i knew, the mouse had sank its teeth into my left thumb. Wasn't screaming or shaking it vigorously to make it let go, but it did hurt. And, it wasn't letting go. Just my luck. Tried pulling my skin out from between its teeth, but it was unsuccesful. Jessica suddenly suggested "I think they'll let go if you close its eyes." so i put my right index finger and thumb over its eyes. It was still squirming, and still holding on to my thumb, but a few heartbeats later, it let go. *breathes in relief*. Well, then got to cut up the biggie frog. Switched the cutting roles between me, Gloria, Wai Yan and Estee, depending on which one of our positions around the table had a better angle for that certain part we were cutting. Am sososososso proud of Estee for overcoming her fears and actually cutting the frog up. Yeah, mann!! And that concludes the exciting stuff for my first week back to school. Would include all the weird things we talked about during librarians duty on Tuesday, but it may bore you, AND our discipline director may come after me... Haha.. just kidding. Anyhow, hope you guys are having as much fun (and shocking events) as i am.

Smile.

Huggies,
~LynNie.

6:18 AM Z

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.|.A trip to Penang like no other..|.

Date: 1st to 5th of January 2007
Music (today's laaa): Obsession, Frankie J
Mood: Wiped out

Alright. I missed the first week (to be specific, it was only 3 schooling days) of school. Didn't do it on purpose, honest!!! Alright, it's like this, so people would stop asking me.. On the night of the 1st of January, i was at home. Like any other normal day, downstairs, sitting in front of the telly. Was watching something on the Discovery Channel, if i'm not mistaken. The phone rings, and since my mum and bro are out buying school shoes for my bro at Sunway Pyramid and my dad is showering upstairs, i quickly realise that I have to pick up the phone, which under usual circumstances, i would rather have someone else do it. So, i answer it, only to find some doode on the other end of the line.
Lyn: Hello?
Dude: Hello? Su-lyn?
Lyn: Erm... yeah? Who's this?
Dude: Michael. Hey, is your dad there?
Lyn: Oh. No, he's upstairs bathing.
Mike: Put him on the phone, can? It's an emergency
Lyn: *thinks* and let him get zapped, are you crazy?
*says* Okaaayyyyy...... *climbs upstairs*
[outside the bathroom] Dad, Michael is on the phone!!
Dad: *over the sound of running water* Tell him i'll call him back
Lyn: Erm.. he says it's important, wor..
Dad: Okay then... ask him what it is.
Lyn: *into the phone* He asks what's happening?
Mike: Tell him his brother has been admitted into the hospital.
Lyn: Erm.. your brother has been admitted into the hospital.
Dad: For what? [still amazingly calm when i'm like "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE???!!!!" on the inside]
Lyn: Why, ar?
Mike: I'm not sure.. but he's been admitted into the ER.
Lyn: *thinks: that's ... bad...* Erm, dad, he's been admitted into the ER, and it's serious.
Dad: What's it for?
Lyn: What's it for?
Mike: Something with his heart.
Lyn: Something with his heart.
Dad: Jesus Christ. [under usual circumstances, i'd frown, but.. yeah..] So, who's with him?
Lyn: Who's with him?
Mike: Mum la, and i'm going down to Penang now.
Lyn: Aunty Lan, and Michael is on the way down there too.
Dad: Okay.Keep me updated.
Lyn: He asks to keep him updated.
Mike: Okay.

By then i felt my insides twist into knots. Didn't know where to put myself then, so parked myself in front of the telly. Mum and Han came down later and by then Dad was already calling different people. At 9:55, got the call that Uncle Kheang had passed away. To be very honest, i didn't know whether to talk or keep quiet, where to sit, what to do. So like any other child, i looked to my parents for direction. Mum was crying, or at least tearing up, dad was making calls. Now, i wasn't going to bluff it all and summon the empty and hollow feeling, with all the gurgling inside my stomach and convert it into hysterical angst so i could follow my mum and cry, and i couldn't make calls like my dad. So, i continued watching the telly. Watching the subtitles and backgrounds switch. Before i knew it, i'm feeling hot tears and the heat of my face while i pack to go to Penang. It's like when i was actually physically going there, it suddenly felt real that Uncle Kheang had passed away.We were going to Penang for a reason...

[before we left]
Lyn: *softly* Dad, is Aunty Lan okay?
Dad: No, she's not. She can't accept the fact that he's gone.
Mum: *to my father* Michael told me that she was hysterical and yelling "No, no, he's not dead and i'm taking him home!!!" *mum is still teary eyed*
Lyn: ....

At about twelve, we reach Uncle Kheang and Aunty Lan's house. Was sleeping most of the way, so was disorientated when i stepped out of the car. Shaking as i climbed up the stairs, behind everyone else, taking deep breaths to try and be calm. To tell the truth, not to scare you, but if i i got together all the scary movies i watched as preparation, none of them helped when i saw my uncle lying on the bed, my aunt sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing over his body. Dad, being the strong one, went over and coaxed Aunty Lan. When she saw him, she was like "HENG!!!" and went hysterical, crying. That's the first of my aunt's hysteria that i'd seen. In my life. When i went over to hug her, she choked out "Su-lyn, your Uncle Kheang is gone..". Talk about trauma. And tears.

The next few days were spent at the house, me trying my best to be hospitable to all the people who came to pay their respects and condolences, and at the same time, trying to as far as possible, not make anyone mad, and to help out as much as possible. If there's one very valuable lesson i have learnt from this, it's that of family. For every day that more scary and shocking things that happen out of hysteria actually take place, i realise how important those consoling them are. That no matter what, we'll be there for each other, to support, to care, to love.

"We're family. The most important and precious unit." ~Uncle Loon

Uncle Loon and Aunty Jo came on Thursday, Pat cheche too. Besides "guarding" the condolence-offering box (i actually have no other idea of how to term it), Steph and i kept track of the bouquets of flowers that came in. Orchids, carnations, lilies, roses, baby's breath, on and on and on. By the day of the funeral (Friday), there were 81 bouquets. Nono, its not a typo error. Guess it just shows how likeable my uncle was. I suppose the only thing i did that i count as worth-while (since i could offer no comfort to my aunt, but only to my own mother) was arranging the flowers in front of the church entrance and by the stage on Friday with Jin cheche. I suppose that in some way, i felt that it's my parting gift for the uncle that i haven't seen for ages.. until now. I know, i'm an emo and horribly sentimental person.

I wasn't particularly close to this particular uncle, my most defined memories of him are those of him bringing us to the furthest ends of Penang just so we could enjoy the best food the little island could offer. That was my Uncle Kheang, always all out, just so people would be happy. And that's how i want to remember him.

Someone told me that Uncle Kheang's favourite flower was the rose. And surrounding the front of the church, i remember the bright pink daisies, gorgeous lilies, the bright yellow flowers, and the roses. The dozens of beautifully bloomed roses. So Uncle Kheang, i know that we'll meet again someday, and i'll make sure we talk like we never got to on Earth. But for now, just hope that you liked the roses. =]

... No, i'm not demented or dillusional. Like i said, just horribly emo and sentimental.

Hugs and smiles,
~LynNie.

5:10 AM Z

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