Twilight and me

Finally, the Twilight DVD is out and I bought it. Like many others, I have watched the movies in cinema, read all the books, read the movie review online, log onto forum for Twilight discussion and etc.



Now that I have cooled myself down from all these Twilight Maniac, I pull myself out of the circle and have a clearer overview of these whole Vampire-Human love fantasy.

It is no doubt that every girl do dream of meeting a charming fella like Edward. I had that fantasy too (not very serious lar..), meeting someone with such aggressiveness and yet, with a seductiveness that is irrevocably irresistible. It is my fantasy and at times I might mix it with reality, and then, I would have to really whack myself to wake myself up. Wishing for something that you will never get is painful. Don’t get me wrong, I am not those people who lives in their own little perfect fantasy and ignorance of the real world.

Okay, so what I am really trying to pinpoint is the power of writing. Stephanie Mayer captivated readers heart with her own version of vampire-human love story. My 3 months internship in advertising agency has really got me ponder about what I want for my life. I don’t think see myself happy as an Account Executive, writing briefs and meeting the clients the whole time. 3 years before, I thought I would be thrilled by the challenge of Advertising world. Maybe it is still too early to make judgment.

You know when you met someone you like, your heart thumps real fast, waiting to come out of your body, and your body is burning inside and slowly you can feel the sweat on your palm. That’s how I feel everything I am writing. Honestly, I don’t think any guys have made me that excited as I am reading a good book or writing. (My dear CK, if you are reading this, don’t me jealous k, you’re still my no1 ever). I am constantly awed by the ability of a readers to create a world that is beyond my imagination, beyond my reach, it's the best thing in life for me.

I get emotional real easy, seriously. Hence, I might as well put it into my own advantages. Perhaps I should start writing, despite my sucky vocab and English. I gave up writing a while ago, for some reason. I thought I would never be a good writer. Experience has thought me writing is not about your language, it is about your desire to express, to create a world that is beyond everything, your longing to find yourself in words…

I will keep on writing, for myself.

The destination

I’m back from Port Dickson!!
To be frank, the place isn’t so great and fun. The sea is seriously polluted, you won’t feel like swimming in it, or even set your foot on the sand. It is rather pathetic to see this. I still remember ‘Port Dickson’ is our favorite ‘destination’ for our primary kiddy essay.

One day, my father brings me and my whole family to Port Dickson for a picnic. My sister and I were so happy bla bla bla bla.

Back then I have no idea where the heck PD is..haha..seriously. And yet, it is stated in my essay. Okay, maybe I should say I had no idea what essay is. To me, essay was whatever the teacher asked me to write, and the more words and bombastic vocab you put in, the highest your mark would be, and the happier my Mummy will be.

Back to my trip.

Despite the sucky destination, but I have had a lot of fun throughout the whole trip. I went there with my uncle and his two naughty little monkeys. Let’s called them Monkey B and Monkey Z. Monkey Z is rather close to (that’s because he is also a little blood sucker – always nag me to buy things for me, which I usually do). I spent most of my time playing with him.

People always said it is the journey that matters not the destination. And through this trip, I have truly experienced the meaning. The destination is suck, but I am happy. If only I can apply this simple theory in my daily life – enjoy the present and do not think of the result. However, I found it rather hard, or perhaps I am
just a stubborn person who is afraid of changes. I care about the end result, I care about my mistake, I care about being bad, I care about being a clumsy person…I care about not being a perfect person.

I understand the simple theory, and why can’t apply it to my own life?

Addicted to vampire

New semester is tiring and pack with assignments and useless presentation again.

Sigh.

I am really not in the mood for assignments now, especially LAW. Worst, I have one cyberlaw assignment dued tomorrow and I have no clue of how to get this freaking stupid law assignment done. God, have some mercy one me.

Can't really blame anyone for my loss of mood for assignment, well, I made myself addicted to this over handsome charming dazzling vampire..haha..TWILIGHT. Eric saw me reading the book today, and he said he watched the trailer and it wasn't great. I haven't watch it so can't really say anything. I told him the movie is such a big thingy not because of the production of the movie, but of the novel and the author, plus, who can resist a vampire-human love story? It is like the kind of love to die for and also, very impractical in real life. Nonetheless, I think being able to hold on to this little beautiful story can be really fascinating.

I slept through the whole evening, imaging how tired and also...piggy can I be. The first thing I did when I woke was to log onto youtube and check out the trailer. I did not finish watching it, I am only on my half way finishing the novel, I wouldn't want to spoil the excitement by learning the plot so soon. Well, Eric was right. The movie is kind of a let down. Edward wasn't how I would picture it. It is said in the novel that he is beautiful and his eyes are dazzling and he is perfectly charming. Well, as it turns out, Edward of the movie looks rather cold and cruel to me...and Bella was more of less the same, normal looking girl.

It might be to early to make judgement now. Wait till and see!! But personally I think I would prefer the novel more than the movie...I always do...

Love letters

Before I come back for a vacation at Kedah, I asked someone to send me an e-mail every night and he does keep his promise. ^_^ I am always touched by his letters(letter sound better than email). He once asked, why I never reply his letter and there he is, compulsory to send me a letter every night. Hehe...here is my answer, because I am waiting to write you one letter that will make you remember it for the rest of your life!

Dear Chun Kit,

Everything in Kedah is different now, it is a sad kind of different and sometime I would rather not to think about it. It makes me sad, and I really don't know how to tell others about the feeling, not much people will see it the way I do. Changes are hard, but it is inevitable. I should think less of myself and start thinking of others.

I do miss you crazily everyday and I can't wait to read your letters every night, it was beautifully written by your heart. Most of the time, I feel touched by your love, I had no idea that someone can love me that much, even more than me loving myself.

I love you dearly. I know to build a future together is not easy, but I hope we would find a way together and have our happily ever after eventually.

Love,
Serene

And this is the letter from my loved one.

Dear Serene,

How was the dinner? Is the bride & groom beautiful? I bet You & Me would look better! hehe in a near future..Today i woke up at 8am to get my grandfathers mercedes fixed near the sunway university, quite far..It was a scary experience though. HeHe . What did you do the whole day? I msged you a few times, but there was no reply..I thought that something has happened..hmm..Got new drama watch ar you?

So wish I could have gone back with you now. It was a dream come true that time, to wake up every morning and see your face. The experience is really really wonderful! and going to the small shopping mall with you of course..and sleeping next to you in the living room. I follow you back k next semester after my family everything has settled down.

Bibi i miss you, come back to me as soon as possible k! Love you

Yours Forever,
Chun Kit

A memorable night

Today, or should I say yesterday was a great day!^-^

I have long forgotten how happy I can be just by crapping with old friends, teasing each other with no fear of offending people. I miss my good old time with my secondary friends.

Han Pei called me suddenly today, inviting me and some of my other friends who are currently in holidays now, to his big sis's wedding dinner. Hahaha...the funny part is, even our parents are going to the wedding dinner(that's what happen in a small town, a wedding and half of the town are invited), so, there is no reason to say no. Well, to be honest, our intentions were about the food and of course, an opportunity for us to gather around.

We talked, we laughed, we surprised Woon Sern with a birthday cake(more of a well...muffin).HAHA..we just grab whatever we can find in 7-11.

I am really grateful that I still have friends like that, someone that knows my history, know who LIM PEI YINN is...and someone that makes me feel I don't have to wear mask, and that can say anything with no worries...

It was a great and memorable night.

Message in a Bottle

My Dearest Catherine,

I miss you, my darling, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that our life together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always remind me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your visits have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.

I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, and whether my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a way to return to me. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier near Wrightsville beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sunlight. I am stuck as I see you leaning against the rail. You are beautiful, I think as I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. “Do you know her?” they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer with the truth. “Better than my own heart.”

I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.

I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard an your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you’ll pull back, but of course you don’t. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose in life.

I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.

But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and steps back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know is impossible.

And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself staining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, akways too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.

Garrett.

By Nicholas Sparks

Living in a story

A story of others always seem nicer than my own story. It is a fantasy I long for, it is a hope that I breathe in, and sometimes, it seem so impossible.

I love reading a fiction or watching a drama, not only because I get to indulge myself in these fictional world, but also it is time consuming activities, hence it would last longer(at least I thought so).

To decide which book I would like to read might sounds like an easy job. There are several criteria I would consider, the author, bestselling, the cover design etc. I tend to stick to the same authors, which make things much more easier for me. The beginning of each novel is always 'boring'...but somehow it managed to hold my breath and told me to read on. The good things about reading a novel it allows you to imagine the scene in your own way, and how the words can touch your heart and make you want to reread the line over and over again(if it is a drama it might be slightly troublesome to keep rewinding the scene).

Always, as much as I am eager to finish the novel and to know the ending, it always feel hard when I know I have finally finish reading a novel, as if it is the end of my fantasy. Sound silly huh? I find it hard to start another novel..hehe...as if it is the best story ever and I could never find a better story. I know I am an idiot.

I just finish watching a taiwan drama-FATED TO LOVE YOU. Honestly, some of the story doesn't really make sense, angle is not that spectacular, limited scene I would say. However, the plot is sweet. I am a girl k...I love watching romantic drama and how the actors make my heart beat with them, how my heart felt stabbed when the girl rejected his love. It is a good fantasy for those who still believe in prince charming and happily ever after...

Living in another story can be a good escape from the reality. Well...after all, it is only in my brain.