A SOTY-licious Cameron Highlands trip

I’ve been like, the laziest blogger on earth, seriously. It’s been two weeks into the new year, and it’s only my second post. There’s a million things I need to update and write about, but first, let’s talk about the awesome roadtrip that just happened this past weekend. :) And yes, hello, hello! Apparently this lil’ place has been getting 100+ hits a day, which is a DRAMATIC increase since last year’s 50-60 a day. This is a strange phenomenon, but one that is welcomed. Where did you all come from?

Long post, with many pictors. So, click to view the extended version a lil’ further down. :) Didn’t wanna stretch the page.

Right.

Despite the fact that the Season of the Year! the musical (we refer to it as SOTY from here onwards) ended more than two weeks ago, we, the gung-ho cast and crew, are still hanging out. 17 of us piled into my apartment in Tanah Rata, Cameron Highlands from the 8th of Jan til the 10th of Jan and partied in the cool, mountain air. The drive up was epic–Pearl, Kenny & hamsap (Daryll) were in my car, and we grooved to some pretty hot tracks on the way there.

The early team, which departed PJ Friday afternoon consisted of yours truly, Pearl, Kenny, Hamsap, Voon Wai, Isaiah, Sue, Mel Tee, Alex, and Marcus. Yeah, we parked by the side of the road and camwhored at the welcome sign. Ah, the joys of self-timer. After unloading at the apartment, we went up to Brinchang for some hearty steamboat, which cost only RM12 per person. For dessert, we raided the Brinchang night market for strawberries dipped in dark chocolate fondue. <3 yum yum yum! The tangy strawberries were perfectly balanced out by the melty, rich dark chocolate…

♡ Happy Mother’s Day! ♡

Happy Mother’s Day to my beloved mum, Anne-mei Wong Wai Mei! :)) When I gave her the cupcakes, she was so thrilled and ate the other “M” vanilla cupcake before I could snap a photo (there were actually 6 of the sprinkles cupcakes– M U M M Y♡ ). Oh mums. I actually wanted to get her some anpan (red bean) buns, but the bakery that I went to didn’t have them! Shock shock. 

Also got her a cili padi plant, because she loves spicy foods and chillies. Now she can have her own home-grown chillies right in her kitchen. Why not flowers? Because my mum, being so adorably practical and wise, once said this, “I don’t like getting flowers because all they do is just look pretty and die… no use-wan!” Can’t say that about a chilli plant, now can you, hee. ;)

LOL. :3

Click to see my message to my mum. <3

Happy Valentine’s Day!

:) As the title says.

I have no idea what the story behind this illustrious day is, and I’m not about to google it because it is 3.20am in the morning, and I just finished a Valentine’s gig about 3 hours ago. But yes. Have a good one.

If you’re single, FEAR NOT. Celebrating love doesn’t mean you need a significant other! Find other singles and rock it out together. :) If you’re attached, good for you! Don’t worry about having to be at the “it” place. Just find a lovely situation that suits you both, then settle into it for the evening.

I sang in a gig for Valentine’s day (on the night of the 13th) at my church, and had a lot of fun. :) I had an awesome team of musicians backing me, and couldn’t have done it without them & God really blessing us all & the talent He’s given us. Will blog more about it later.

In the meantime, grab your coat, keys, that pre-bought bouquet of roses, go out, and knock ‘em dead. ;D Happy Valentine’s, y’all.

…I almost typed “Jade out”. Uuuugggh.

It’s over.

Dear EOS2,

You and I have had this strange relationship for slightly over two weeks now, and now I think it’s time for us to get it out in the open.

Before I met you, I heard countless stories about you. About how challenging you were, how fast you were, how confusing you were… Needless to say, I was both intrigued and distressed at the thought of meeting you. You made me nervous–I had never heard of anyone like you in my whole life! Some people recalled you with an odd fondness. Some couldn’t remember you at all. Some, at the very mention of your name, pulled a face filled with the sour memories they never wanted to revisit.

I spent those two weeks prior to our meeting getting ready, just for you.

It might sound a little obsessive, but I read, studied and remembered everything I could find out about you, so I wouldn’t fail to come up with the right answers to your questions. I felt I needed to impress you. I forced myself to love you, so I wouldn’t be repulsed by you when we met. I kept away from all my friends and shut myself in. Day and night, my thoughts were filled with only you. See those dark rings under my eyes? All the sleep I lost–for you.

The date finally came.

9 a.m., and the sun was shining. I arrived at our meeting place, only having stolen four miserable hours of caffeine-riddled sleep the night before. At first glance, I was intimidated. You were cold, clinical, and calculating. Fragments of hearsay about you fluttered across my panicking mind, but I kept myself focused, and we talked. Soon, you warmed up to me. Flirted. Set me at ease. It wasn’t so bad after all, and I left you with a smile. We’d meet again, after lunch, because you were busy. I was eager and excited.

After lunch, you showed me some of your legendary unforgiving streak, cruelly asking me questions I did not know the answers to. And for the ones that I did know, you didn’t acknowledge. Whatever happened to the warmth I had seen earlier? That light playfulness? Was it all an illusion? What did you really want from me? Confusion filled my mind, and I left you, heart heavy and mind troubled.

That night wasn’t any easier. I didn’t know what to expect any more. Flipping through the notes and anecdotes I had acquired and made about you, I looked at everything I could–haphazardly–before we were to meet again the next morning. I didn’t feel ready, or sure of myself, anymore. I fell into another brief, dreamless sleep before being rudely awakened by the strains of DJ MAKAI thumping from my alarm.

Our last meeting helped me decide. The sleep must have refreshed me, for when I saw you, I was no longer afraid. If I couldn’t answer your questions, what did it matter? I knew what I knew, and I was secure in that knowledge that I had. Instead, you were haphazard, jumping all over the place like a buzzer on a game show. You were confused, speaking quickly, and telling me all sorts of things. Yet I could remain calm, and I knew what to do, and how to do it.

Dear EOS, I’m writing to tell you that we’re through. You and your mind games have no more hold over me. All the anticipation, the confusion, the emotional turmoil I went through–I don’t need any of it. You might have appeared loveable, but I see the beast that you are, and I ain’t having any of it. Those two weeks and these three meeting were enough. I thought I could love you, but you erased any chance of that happening.

I’ve got my life back.

So baby, we’re through.

Love (not really), Jade xx

p/s – Maybe I’ll like your brother, EOS3, better than you.

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EOS IS FREAKIN’ OVER!

PARTY TIME!

I want to thank God for pulling me through this huge exam, my parents for being so loving though I was a terrible grouch, my friends for putting up with my antisocial hermiting, and my brain, for not failing on me at any time.