Hello. I am still alive.

It happened all too quickly. Adrenaline was rushing. Despite the full blown activation of the Sympathetic and Parasympathetic Nervous System, all that filled my ears were the urgency of the honking by the culprit and the roaring sound of the word "shit" in my mind. Milliseconds after, the car was rocking vigorously back and forth side ways. The car came this close, this close to flipping over.

My left arm came first into contact with the side of the car, leaving it swollen and bruised now. It hurts.
My mind, is constantly reminded of the scientific term "coupe" and "contra-coupe" that means brain damage on first contact and secondary contact following the impact.
My heart races when I have a flash back of the incident.
There were five of us in the car, yet, I was the only person who saw everything the clearest.
That blue car was coming at us at full speed. The driver himself knew that he wouldn't make it in time to brake and didn't bother to, expecting us to do it. We were already more than halfway through turning. In spite daddy's last second accelerating, we couldn't make it. The bumper was destroyed. Kaput.

It was an experience nevertheless, just not a very fun one. Car being hit twice in five days? Both within the short time frame that I am back home from US? What luck is this?

Signing out from Singapore, barely recovering from the fever yesterday,

Pei Ning

being you,

One Sweet Love by Sara Bareilles

that journey of self-discovery
that journey of discovering what I truly want

You know how I feel about people who don't even bother to try? It is like:

"Why would you look down on people who work hard to achieve their goals? The people you should be looking down upon are those who are like you, who don't bother to try, yet at the same time, criticise and patronise people who end up to be more successful than yourself because of their efforts."

Honestly, ultimately, you live your life for yourself. If you want to be as competent as others, do it! Work hard towards it! Better yourself! Don't just sit there and expect rewards to come. Don't just sit there waiting for each shooting star to cut across the sky so that you can make a wish upon it because before you know it, you would be too preoccupied with admiring the beauty of those and fail to make a wish yourself.

People wish for miracles for happen. It does happen once in a while, so don't be completely discouraged by the realistic world. Nevertheless, miracles don't always happen without catalyst. You are the catalyst. You hear people saying "I'm trying."
How about changing your approach and say "I'm working on it." instead?
Trying does not show effort. Working on something is showing effort and effort is an indispensable element towards success.

"Genius is 1 percent inspiration, 99 percent perspiration." - Thomas Edison

Feed on your motivation, not procrastination!
Once in a while is fine. At least you know that you won't burn yourself out.


Pei Ning

paper. cut.

Superman by Five For Fighting

paper cut. that's right.
who would've foreseen that?
who would've taken precaution?
that's right. no one.
no one pays attention. no one cares.
no one but you.

paper. as common as it seems.
who would've thought that it would be the culprit?
who would've taken precaution?
that's right. no one.
no one pays attention. no one cares.
no one until you get cut.
a paper cut.

paper cut wound. as trivial as it seems.
who would've thought that it would hurt so much?
who would've thought that it would last for so long?
that's right. no one.
no one pays attention. no one cares.
no one but you.
you with the paper cut.

agony. as much as it stings.
who would've thought that its impact would be colossal?
who would've thought it would be so devastating?
that's right. no one.
no one pays attention. no one cares.
no one but you.
you with the wound.

paper cut wound. steadily lying on my right ring finger.
such deep wound that it lasted for three full days and far from being completely healed.
who would've thought it would be so serious?
who would have thought?

Pei Ning

did you?

Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer

Was listening to this song and I heard this phrase,
"waking up is the hardest part"
As a person who adores metaphor, I fell in love immediately with this phrase, being that I can relate to this phrase at a personal level as well

Whoever says that waking up is going to be easy? Every morning, that moment when you open your eyes, it is another brand new day and you know it. However, the temptation to just continue lying down and snuggle with your blanket is great!
Talk about the Physics principle of Inertia. Definitely true, especially after a whole night long of not moving

Whoever says that waking up from a dream is going to be easy? Of course, it involves you giving up of your previous believes and adopting a new set. It involves a new set of belief that completely contradict with your current ones.
How apprehensive that the future is no longer bright for you after waking up.
Look around you, the world is moving on, signifying the urgency for you to keep up. Of course it is moving forward, but whether in the right track with the right pace or not, only itself is clear about it.

That small fee I paid to see the world, is probably the best investments I have ever had in my life since young. Sure I splurge on unnecessary things occasionally, but this was an eye-opener.
It got me thinking. It got me pondering. It answered many questions I previously had.
I was rather traumatized. No doubt that I was. There were numerous events that I had to slowly digest, but deep in my heart, I know that I have decided and I have to stay strong with that decision.
After all, who would invest their trust on me if I couldn't trust my own instinct?
I'm glad that I still see some light in the dark endless tunnel. It was gradually fogging up, even the light seemed blurry and vague.
Should I pick up my pace and sprint towards it before it vanishes? Or should I stay put and admire the beautiful ray, regret when it vanishes?

"A true pilot must of necessity pay attention to the season, the heaven, the stars, the winds and everything proper to the craft if he is really the rule a ship." - Plato, The Republic



It certainly took me forever to regain consciousness.
Forever to wake up from that deep slumber.
Feels like everything that I once had was unreal, fake and phony.
Everything was for a reason, a motif behind drawn curtains.
I cannot comprehend.
I certainly cannot fathom.
There is no way I can.
How could people transform from being such an innocent harmless child at birth, to be so maliciously harmful to other people's well being?
Such selfish bastards those people are.
I would be more than willing to pick up a weapon and end their petty little pest life right there.
Sadistically enjoy their slow and excruciatingly painful death.
Sadistically enjoy the sight of their body structures and limbs drop separately and lifelessly on the floor before my feet.
Sadistically savor the taste of those mudblood on my lips.
I would even be Hitler reborn of this 21st century, have a genocide for pests like you from the world.
The absence of people like you, oh yes I could already see it, taste it.
The freedom and peaceful ambient in the surrounding.
My last words for you -
"For all the sins that you have committed, you shall have karma to come against your will.
Burn in hell."


see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

i wish life was that simple.
i wish.


Haru Haru by Big Bang

the purity of a person's mind.
the learning about something that can't be undone,
subsequent destruction of the innocence.
what else renders memories and significance?
nothing but a stack of ashes,
dissolve and float in the occasional breeze
alongside the fluffy seeds of the dandelions
polluted, impurity are all that are left

the pieces of broken china
metaphorically resembles the mind, body and soul
rough soil the dirt
since when did you bid goodbye to your childhood?
that very moment when you let your heart win
that very moment when you let loose your curiosity about relationships
that very moment when you lost sight for a moment of


the deepest desire to regress back into childhood.

Shooting star.

The Red Aspens by Jennifer Thomas

Deep breaths. Steady heartbeats. Soothing melody.
All I need for this perfect night to end is just a little more surprise

Talk about surprise, it really takes you in a night flight across heaven's park


Taiko Masala, the Japanese Drum Festival. It was really out of pure reluctance, deep contemplation before I finally made the decision, which turned out to be incredible.

My first time seeing the Seaweed Suckers perform and I was blown away by their professionalism.
What do you look for in a band performance? Who do you usually pay attention to?
Many people's reply would be the vocalist, the guitarist, the bassist. However, how many actually pays attention to the drum player?
I try to be a non-conformist whenever possible. In this case, I paid most attention to the drum player, who was partially or wholly blocked by the lead singer most of the time. I have seen many drum players and some of them really did not take their role seriously, thinking that they are sitting at the back of the stage behind the scenes, not noticeable.
This guy, he was different. You could tell that he loved his role in this band. You could tell that he knew that he was the backbone of the band. You could tell that he knew what he was doing.
He was marvelous in performance, entertaining and especially cool whenever he does finger tricks with the drum sticks.
The rest of the band members were extremely professional in what they do, delivering a very strong, powerful and energetic performance. They were very interactive throughout their performance and I was really impressed.

When it comes to the main performance from Taiko Masala, I loved the power and passion in their every move. Their interaction with the audiences was remarkable. Watching their performance had driven an invisible force in me that drives my urge to pick up taiko drums as well. 


Was setting up the tripod and the camera while waiting for the fireworks to come on, I experienced one of the happiest moments in my life.
A pleasant surprise that was.
Unexpected, overwhelming, breathtaking, magnificent.
It was sheer magic.
Out of the blue, that comet appeared as a dazzling streak of bright light cuts through the sky and fades away at the corner of the horizon.
I was baffled, speechless and was on the verge of tearing to the sight of such a glorious moment.
People say that if you make a wish under a shooting star, your wish would come true.
The truth for me is, when I caught sight of that shooting star, that was my wish coming true. I couldn't ask for more. I am grateful. Exhilarated.

Shooting the fireworks this time was a completely different feeling for several reasons:

1. I have companions this time.
2. I have a tripod this time.
3. I was trying out new camera setting this time.
4. I came prepared this time.

Sure it is a whole trial and error thing, but the learning experience was awesome.
I believe have self-esteem issue with the photographs that I have taken, yet I am satisfied with the general outcome of today's photography outing.

Here's my personal favorite: Fireworks and two comets.

I love you.


State of Autumn.

Don't Forget by Baek Ji Young

In a state of Autumn, I am.
'First week into the month of September
Memories turn to hay

Solemnly, sorrowfully the
Oracle spoke, yet the
Remains of the
Ruined medieval castle, still
Yield all the glory it once was.


Yelling, screaming, gone crazy, but
Everything seems inaudible to others
Everyone around me seems oblivious

Just up to myself and no others
If only I can bring myself to
Numb myself from the excruciating pain


Insides of me, slowly disintegrating, like
'Venom, eating up my body gradually.

Tired of drama, tired of waiting
Raging emotions with hints of disappointment and confusion
Infinite signs displayed - suddenly
Everlasting doesn't seem too convincing after all
Death has dawn on this beautiful disaster


Thank you for the sweet memories.

For the last time,

Pei Ning

behind drawn curtains;

Ego by Beyonce

Curtains drawn. Play begins. Standing ovation

EOP Summer Institute 2012 was incredible, to begin with. Never knew what I signed up for, never knew what to expect. People ask me why.
"Merely to fill in my Summer that is."
Used to tell everyone that this is a job. First day into training, completely changed my perception about this "job" that I signed up for. A "career" instead. A "passion".
Poised and adept, all of my team members. Conflict free, focused on supporting and educating the young sprouts of SUNY Plattsburgh.
The end was nearing. The end has come. The end is gone.
"I will now announce who made it and who didn't. When your name is called, please meet me in the EOP office right after supper." Michele proceeded back to her seat and sat down, uttered no words. Cheers filled the entire dining room. Emotions overflowed. Goosebumps surfaced. I scurried towards the back of the food area where there was no one and started crying. Tears streaked my face. Happy tears. Speechless, overwhelmed, proud.
Is this the feeling every teacher gets, whenever his/her students succeed? If it is, I absolutely adore this feeling of accomplishment, this feeling of pride. Hugs never get old in occasions like this. I wept like I was one of the students, who made it through the four weeks of hell in a program similar to that of a boot camp, who is able to come back to SUNY Plattsburgh in the Fall as a fully matriculated college student

The banquet was the event of recognition. Seeing each one of them go up front to receive their certificate of completion, I couldn't be more elated. Of course, tutor counselors were recognized as well; first timers girls each got a personalized bracelet engraved with EOP 2012 and name, boys each got a personalized dog tag, returners get personalized USB Drive, Cassie, most senior of all, got a personalized photo album.
Can't thank Matt more, our beloved Program Coordinator. Each team member chipped in a small amount of money to get him a bike rack he yearned for. A small and insignificant token compared to the amount of hard work that man put in throughout this program.

Farewell was never easy. Cried so bad. Felt like a piece of my heart was breaking apart from the whole as I waved each white van goodbye while seeing its red tail lights disappear into the silent, somber night.

Will be waiting for everyone's return. Will be seeing everyone on campus this coming Fall.
Soon. Very soon.

Toast to my new found family,



amazing death;

Into The New World by SNSD

I knew I have a passion for this. I knew I have a passion to help people

Classes went great. In fact, tutoring was better. It is where all the things get real. I love the communication, I love the interaction.
Working with these three Chinese students gave me a lot to think about. They are learning from me, but at the same time, I am learning from them and learning from myself.
I love and appreciate the heart to heart pillow talk under the tree behind Macomb Hall with them in the warm afternoon. Seeing the tears of helplessness and relief fall down all at the same time was overwhelming. I can and cannot imagine being in their shoes. It must be so tough and miserable for them to go through this ordeal of having to learn, deal and communicate with other people in a foreign language that you were given a limited time and resources to learn and expected to be phenomenal at it.
My throat died tonight for one reason - to make sure that these three students succeed. That was all that matters. It was the satisfaction that I get at the end of it. A satisfaction that goes beyond just being able to help them in their studies. I was literally explaining every sentence of the reading of "Thinking As A Hobby" by William Golding to them, repeating my explanation over and over again slowly to make sure that they understand the words coming out of my mouth. However, at the same time I was doing all the talking and explanations, I was amazed at my ability to comprehend myself. I was intrigued at the amazing content that I was able to discover as I go through the reading in depth. I had goosebumps and chills playing catching at the back of my spine. The feeling was incredible. This feeling

Tutoring ended at 10pm. Came back at 10.30pm. The first thing I wanted to do was to shower but curfew was at 11pm so I had to wait. When it was all finally done, Matt called me on a trip to University Police to get an ice pack for a girl who sprained her ankle. Finally! I was in the nice shower. The water was colder than I wanted it to but it would not heat up, just like how it was the past few days. As I was completely covered in soap, I saw some light flashing at the top of the ceiling and I vaguely hear some sounds that was somewhat like a fire alarm to me. Took me quite some moment before I came to my senses that cuss words started spewing out of my mouth.
"This is not happening! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! F***!"
I was panicking in the shower trying to wash all the soap away from my body. Was literally scooping the bubbles out of the way. I was traumatized. Seeing that I am a tutor counselor and definitely not being able to strut out of the building wrapped in my towels, I had to run back upstairs and put some clothing on. Well, there I was, scurrying out in my jean jacket and Adidas pants with my hair dripping wet towards where all the other TCs, Food and Wellness coordinators, the Program Coordinator and the rest of the students. That was my walk of shame. Nevertheless, I believe everyone took pity on me.
Speak about FML

Tuition fees was put out officially today. It went up A LOT! This is so not happening to me and all the students. This is so unfair! Speak about FML again.
Here it is. Ending my night in such a depressing and miserable way.
Just trying to be a little more optimistic, I took a long nap today, which was something rare as a pink diamond. Moreover, I will be having my night off tomorrow so I could rest. No tutoring for me to miss so everyone else is not missing out on much as well. Hmm...

I guess it is time to wash up and go to bed now that I just hard cored drying my hair and it is good enough for bed.

Till then!


Pei Ning

Freudian slip,

Heaven Can Wait by We The Kings

Yeah. Heaven can wait because right now I am paying a visit to hell first.
I am not saying that  I am a bad person.
Just that I made a terrible mistake that I should not be making at all.
My mouth is a terrible system that I have no control over at all. The words that come out of it can be so crude that can easily hurt other people's feelings. I realize that, I have been trying my hardest to work on it. Seems like I am not working hard enough

As some of you may already know, I am working for this EOP program right now. I deal with pre-freshmen students who needs help. As a tutor/counselor, I play a crucial role and is almost like the backbone for the success of this program.
Just moments ago, I made a terrible remark that I should not be even close to saying it at all as a TC. What was worse was that I said it to my program coordinator, Matt, who is kind of like a person that I was supposed to report to. In another words, he's my boss.
"You look drunk."
I am terribly sorry for making that remark about him in front of other TCs and especially the students. It was like disrespecting him and trying to make him look like a bad person in front of everyone.
I hate my mouth right now. I am not going to the extreme to hoping that I was mute, but sometimes I just hope that I'll just stfu and mind my own business.
If I could just please do that sometimes, I will be thankful.

Sigh. I had my walk of shame out of the room. Now I am going to hide inside my hole of shame and just reflect upon myself.
Point being: I need to stop saying dumb shit.

Not proud at all.

Pei Ning


Better In Time by Leona Lewis

These things work magic. They are miraculous.
Unfortunately, this is not something very common from where I grew up. Now that is cultural differences. Since young, I hardly receive praises from anyone. Teachers, friends.
Well, I have very good parents. They were very supportive of me. They praise me for my achievements, they do not condemn me of my failure but merely give me motivational advices.
The funny thing about my parents is that they are EXTREMELY afraid that I might turn out mentally challenged. My siblings are undeniably intelligent. As the youngest among my siblings, I am often reminded of that pressure to "keep up the good work" whenever they come home with some amazing achievements. I am always flabbergasted by how they manage to be such achievers.
The fact is that my parents see that in me, my burning desire to do as good as my siblings or better. They know that failing is not an option for me. They know it. And that is why they are so afraid that I might be too hard on myself that I go crazy or something. Certainly, they do not wish to receive a phone call in the middle of the night from my school, all the way from the United States, saying that their daughter has ended up in an asylum or what not.
Believe me or not, they even had this conversation about committing suicide with me.
"Pei Ning, we spent so many years, so much money, raising you so that you can be a great person. If only one day you decide to commit suicide, all our efforts, poof, gone. Not only that, along with those investments we had in you, there comes feelings and love. If only one day you decide to commit suicide, mummy and daddy will be very sad ohhhhh..."
Yeap. There you go. Those words, straight forward it may sound, but it is true. Those words are right there, carved in my heart. This means so much more than just a simple message of not committing suicide when you give up on life. This means to stay strong and pull through hell hole.

On the side note, I cracked open a fortune cookie that says: "Bravery is the capacity to pull through even though you are scared to death."

Coming to the United States certainly is challenging. All around me are people who came from different cultural backgrounds. The Americans. They are very honest and direct. They see each other, they greet each other. "Hey. What's up?" "Hey how's it going?" "Hey. How are you?" Well, till now I am still getting used to replying to those questions. Most of the time, I had to think for a long while before replying "good", which ends the conversation and makes people think I am weird. Truth is, we're different. I am not used to this.
In America, people do Rock Paper Scissors Shoot. In Malaysia, we do Scissors Paper Stone

This Summer in EOP, I open my eyes up to more things. The learning process never ends and this is what makes life so interesting. It is still five days into the program and it is still training period, but I am already loving this program. I am praised by my colleagues all the time and I am certainly learning to praise other people and trying to feel comfortable and natural with it. I am trying. I am learning.
Yesterday was my first time playing a real volleyball game and I am already loving it! The experience is certainly different from playing it back in high school. The ball is lighter and it doesn't hurt as bad as the ones from high school. Not to mention that I sprained my hand somehow in the process of it. However, being the person who loves sports, I was doing rather okay I would say. My colleagues were extremely supportive of me, constantly praising me and giving me second tries or reassurances when I mess up. I adore the feeling of it.
"Yo people! Evelyn's a natural man! She's a natural!"
"That was good man. That was good."
"No don't worry about it. It is just a game."
"Don't worry Evelyn. We don't play money in this game."
Every time someone starts to be too focused on the game and breaking up the spirits in sports, we get people to remind everyone that we should not forget that we are just playing to have fun. I absolutely adore this kind of learning environment. I just think it is very stimulating and keeps the team spirit high. It keeps you motivated and hopeful.
Matt, the program coordinator, he praised me several times when we are playing game and after.
"Something about Evelyn is that she is always willing to try new things." "And she is good at stuff!" Chris said. That made me melt happily inside.
Partnered with Matt several times and he's really supportive of the team. It feels great because you know deep down that he has your back. I just love the honesty and appreciation that one can benefit from being in this kind of positive and stimulating learning environment. It just makes you want to keep on going and succeeding in your role and responsibilities.

For now, I really can't wait for the students to come in and see what this team can bring to the table. At the same time, I would love to see what I can achieve and witness for myself how much I have learned and to be able to put the things I have learned throughout training period into great use. I am really looking forward to this Summer and see what comes.
This might sound a little too confident but...



That's me right there.
That's right.
I am a perfectionist.

Pei Ning

EOP Summer Institute Program 2012

Young Forever by The Ready Set

My first intention on signing up for this program is just to fill up my Summer. Instead of doing nothing, I want to do something.
Honestly, I had no idea what I signed up for. I had no idea what this program was about, what I'll be going through and even my responsibilities. I am just completely dumb and blind about my Summer job. And this was not long before, when I still call this - a job.
A Summer job

I would say it has been a great lunch outing and a mere 24 hours prior to moving into Macomb Hall that I finally discover a new shade to this 'job' that I signed up for. Turns out, I actually signed up for something, way beyond my expectations that actually caught me off guard. Not to mention, they gave the staff single rooms :P

This whole Summer Institute actually has greater meaning than I thought it did just this morning when I woke up to Flo-rida. This program, despite being this mere first day of training (more like an introduction), seems like it is going to exciting and might even provide me one hell of an experience to my already interesting college life in the States.
I have been hearing great feedbacks about this program from former staffs and students and especially from the EOP office staffs that have been involved in this program for the past few years. I think this is going to be real fun, albeit some down and depressing moments that we will face along the way but this is life! Isn't it? Not every moment is glorious and smooth-sailing.
I am starting to feel it. Beginning to be attached to this program and the people that I will be working with for the next month to come. The experience that I had on this first day (and it is not completely over yet), is already mind-blowing and motivating.
One piece of advice that I got from Michele Carpentier was that we have to look back into history and be grateful for what we have right now. The opportunities and privileges that were given to us through someone else's sacrifices. "People actually died fighting for what we have right now." I just thought that was really inspiring.

Well, the position that I am at right now, I am going to think twice before calling this a job that I signed up for unknowingly.

Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does. - William James

Till then,

A date with the sky.

SUNY Buffalo has been pretty amazing.
Pretty sky. Pretty sunset. Pretty people.
Gotta love it

I have fallen for the Niagara Falls for the second time in a month's time. That place should be heaven to be able to steal my breath away.


Finally, my Summer adventure has come to an end. In about two hours time I will take the cab and head down to the train station. An hour after I board the train, the sun will rise again and it will be a brand new day that I will be receiving with warm hearts in my light sleep on the train.

On the side note: It is now 1.11am.

Erie Canal Harbor was such a pretty place. The lighthouse was so dreamy and perfect, despite the fact that we failed to go to but to only enjoy from afar. The adventurous journey did bring in some surprises that may not be fanciful but definitely memorable. We were just extremely glad to have made the rebellious decision and survived the dangerous mission that we undertook unnecessarily. After all, I felt like I could do anything in the world and it certainly gave me that boost of confidence that I have been seeking for in a long time.

The day ended perfectly with a detour to McDonalds where I treated myself with a nice cup of ice-cream sundae and two pieces of chicken nuggets that I fished out from Thaddeus'. The bliss was certainly indescribable as I felt like I was reliving my childhood again.

I am really thankful for this trip as this is a perfect time for me to travel around, meet up with my friends and get an ample amount of rest that I need before my Summer job starts on the 2nd of July.

Till then folks. I apologize for the lack of update. Haven't been getting the time and inspiration on my writing fingers :)
I wish I have more inspiration because I really would love to record down all my lovely memories, especially those in my university years studying in the United States.


Pei Ning

Spring 2012 @ SUNY Plattsburgh

A Thousand Years by The PianoGuys

Oh everything is so beautiful right now!

The semester is finally over. It was a hectic one. It ended by me, submitting my final paper of the semester and sure thing it is going to be a blast, where I will start it off by going Downtown to have fun tonight for the first time. I wonder how it is going to turn out.
Nevertheless, today's weather isn't going to be a great one as we have been getting warnings, all over the television and the radio, even from the campus email that there will be a thunder storm coming our way. "Thunder, damaging winds and hail are likely" does not sound very good to me.
Was bidding goodbyes with Yee Jin's beloved roommate (no one is going to play Battlefield while I sit aside and watch until Fall semester :( :( :( Am going to miss Joey daddy almost teddy hair!! )

Immediately after, raced ahead of the storm to Beaumont to submit my paper. Oh hell yeah it made my day! Not only I got to end the semester officially, I also got to hear once more from the lecturer, Dr. Morales. He was such a great lecturer this semester, providing us with whatever we needed to pass the class. This Jr. Psych Seminar class was definitely a hectic one. Hands down. At least two journal papers to read each week with the same amount of reaction paper to write. Throughout the semester, we have read and written 25 papers in total, not to mention how all of the journal papers are at least 20 pages long!! Each person in the class should also choose two topics in the semester to present to the class but that was not too tough a job, just have to keep your fingers crossed that you would manage to bring up an attention-grabbing question that allows the whole class discussion to facilitate itself and drag on for at least quite some time. My second presentation failed at that, due to the ridiculously tough paper that I chose that no one in the class could fully understand it, well except for the lecturer. We should also participate in the discussion during each class presentation to gain participation points as well. That was rather easy until you find out towards the end of the semester that he actually writes down the valuable points that you bring up during the class discussion and check off at the box several times that you have "talked".
The last requirement of the class was to write a seven page literature review with at least 10 empirical studies as reference. Now this was mind-blowing. Going through all 10 studies, opened up on Adobe was tough enough. Added on to that was the actual paper that you have to write in APA format. Going back and forth a million times between the articles and Microsoft Word was hectic enough to make a MacBook Pro lag a little (without any other background programs like Chrome running). I think after spending approximately 24 hours excluding other activities such as eating and sleeping, I managed to put a period to the paper at an 8 1/2 mark. What came after was the front cover and the reference page that added the numbers to 12 pages. The draft came back looking pretty with only several grammatical errors, which I have to fix for the final paper. Oh how easy was that to secure full marks for the final paper!! Definitely A for that paper. Hopefully A for that class.
Anyway, I digress. After submitting my paper, Dr. Morales leaned back into his big black office looking leather chair and looked at me. "Thank you for joining my class this semester, you were a great student. I am really happy to have you as my student this semester. You write really well. You are the best student in the class. You impress me." These words mean so much to me. SO MUCH! To be able to get a lecturer to say those words to you is beyond imaginable. Not to mention that I am an Asian. I am really glad I chose to come to SUNY Plattsburgh in the first place. Despite it being a small school in a small town, I was able to get all the attention that I needed from my lecturers and I don't think that I would be able to get a lecturer to know me that well and even see the potential in me if I were to go to much bigger and well-known schools that I had been accepted to such as University of Minnesota, SUNY Stony Brook or SUNY Buffalo!

Back to being able to write well in English, I really have to thank Blogger for providing me a place to rant since 2006. This has been a really good learning place for me to improve my English writing from dust to pearl in the making. I wouldn't say that my writing is perfect because there is still much more to improve on. My dad has been an angel since I was a young girl, buying me all the Singapore English syllabus grammar books and teaching me so patiently, answering all my what why questions, giving me the same old examples to explain grammar, which were incredibly helpful for understanding (I do use back the same examples when explaining grammar to my other friends whom are learning English).

"Johnny goes to school every morning."
"Johnny always goes to school by bus."


This semester has been a really good one! Really!
I have incredible lecturers. Not to mention the rather lenient Dr. Gordon, who was teaching the SUPER BORING Library class, he made the class easy to get an A, plus, I actually learned some research methods from that class!
Dr. Wendy was an angel. Her usual classes were nothing tough, just printing handouts and going to class to take down GOOD notes. Exam was based SOLELY on the things that she talked about in class. Nothing surprising and she was always there to help you get good grades. Took both Cognitive Psych, Learning and Memory under her at the same time and I really liked those classes!
Husband of Dr. Wendy would be Dr. Mansfield. Took his class on Gen Psych Lab last semester and I had a blast! Ended up with a 99.48% out of 100%. So good that he invited me (when I was in Chicago) to do research with him through an email! Accepted his invitation and this semester was rather interesting doing research with him on Low Vision reading with Abbreviations. Always energetic and bubbly, that lecturer, with his lovely British accent never fails to make your attention drift away. A great motivation for you to do well in class too!

Hoping for another 4.0 GPA this semester, continuing the trend of last semester. Fingers crossed. To date, three of five subjects has been confirmed. More to come!

"Success means having the courage, the determination, and the will to become 
the person you believe you were meant to be." - George Sheehan

Welcome to my life pretty Summer days!

Note: Oh gotta love those pretty dandelions :P

With much love,
Pei Ning


Today Was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift

she's an Angel

before i came to Des Moines, i was Extremely Excited because i can finally Meet my Brother again.
you Know i know That.
now, Two weeks is up and it is Time for me to Leave this place when i Finally began to get Comfortable and Familiar with the faces and the places here.
the People, whom i grew Closer to as Time passes by. those who were so Friendly that made me feel Belonged. i Thank those, whose Hearts were so Kind, Loving and Caring.
you Know that i Feel so Incredibly Nostalgic as time for me to Leave drew Closer Gradually.
during the Sacred Giving and Sacred Receiving Ceremony, emotions ran Wild, self Control almost Gave in. Though, numbers were Less Important.
the feeling of leaving to the US is Back all over Again, which Ironically, True.
Heavy Hearted.
Significance of Absence Prevailed.

Yours truly,


drop dead.

Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO

Time check: 6.56am
Location check: Drake University dorm front desk
Role check: good sister accompanying brother
Self check: Not very tired
Duration check: Work time 4 hours
Duration due: 7am

Outside is cold.
Current temperature: -13 Celsius
Walking around the neighborhood felt like my brother and I were the last men standing.
Felt like a zombie apocalypse has strike. All dead silent.
Snow and frost remained on the ground. All was peaceful and calm.
Not a sound of a bird, nor cricket. Just, the heavy footsteps that echo in the ears.

I have seen it.
The soft and fluffy snow that makes up of millions of delicate and detailed snow flakes.
Intriguing it is.
I want more.

Here it is again :)

Lee Pei Ning


Dota Theme Songs

Oh no, I don't play Dota. This time, I have no choice but to get stuck in between people who do, people like my brother and his friends.
Right now, we are just waiting for Cheng Kang to get off work so that he can treat us to some nice Froyo and off we go to dinner before going to play basketball.
For some of you who don't already know, I am now in Des Moines at my brother's place for the winter break

13th Jan, 2012

a week ago,

Approximately 11.50am...

I stepped down the Greyhound bus as I arrived at the bus station at downtown Des Moines. Spent the last few days in Chicago, IL touring around that windy city. Oh I can tell you the experience was so diverse and intriguing, frustrating at the same time. Updates coming your way as soon as I get hold of the pictures that I have taken.
I was literally exhausted after the last few rather hectic days in Minneapolis, extreme foot walking around downtown Chicago for five consecutive days and dreadfully long bus rides before arriving at this so called cornfield city :D
Thinking that I would be able to drop dead on the bed and rest for the night and the rest of the day of next, I was wrong. I was driven out to Walmart with the guys to get groceries and then back to brother's second home to hang out with the guys. No doubt that they are really fun to hang out with after a week chillin' with them doing things, but I was desperate for some adequate rest.
That was not all. Despite going to bed at about 3.30am, I had to wake up early in the morning because we were all heading out to Seven Oaks near Ames to ski! Rather thrilled with that idea but still doubting my body's capacity for energy drainage.
Skiing seems like a three year once thing to me. So periodical. The first time I was introduced to this sport was when I was in a tour in Korea. Second was when I was in Japan, with my host family and those four young girls. Now, the third, was with my brother and his friends.
They were rather fascinated about the zig zag ski pattern and were trying to master it. Well, I was just testing the waters again after so long and my first slide down the steep slope was definitely exhilarating. Oh the adrenaline rush was incredible! After a while, I was just sliding down the slope without wanting to try otherwise, afraid that I might be injured.
Seeing some small kids being able to do so much better than I, gave me the motivation to want to try the zig zag pattern. After the first try, I was starting to get it and was ecstatic!
As night falls, I decided to do ski one last time before switching to learning snowboarding. While I was sliding down the hill... *WHAM* I fell so hard my chest hurt like crazy. For a moment, I felt like I tergegar my brain and was too dizzy to do anything. All I did was kneeling down on the snow blanket and stare at the ground. I was crouching like a statue for almost a minute with my fist, pressed firm against my chest as if to stop the agony.
From a distance, I heard someone calling out to me, those going up the cable, "Hey miss, you alright?"
"Yeah I am. No worries."
"You sure? You don't look fine."
"Yes I am fine. I'm fine."
When I finally looked up, I saw all my ski equipments scattered all over the place. Tried to recall the fall but all I could remember was me falling facedown and the impact was great.
As I am typing this, my chest still hurts like a bitch when I press slightly hard on it. Still does when I sneeze. Bad. Bad

Snowboarding was yet another short episode of this outing. Was hard.
Started at bunny hill and after twice sliding down halfway the slope, I went on to the steep hills.
I guess I could slowly slide down by doing it horizontally, but I certainly do not know how to control the direction I am heading to. Kept on falling down it pisses me off. Sore butt after the whole thing and especially my left wrist, which I kept on using to support my body weight when I fall.
Overall was fun. Enjoyed it. The next time I go I will do snowboarding.
Did I mention?
Girls who snowboard are smokin' hot! Oh nooo... Too sexy :P

The next three days was hurting all over. No doubt. Yet, no regrets *:)

great success comes with great determination



You and I by IU

3am. I was walking in the snow with a companion back from Drake University campus.
The occasional wind drove chill, fast as lightning up my spine. I was only dressed in my laced strap, covered by my thin fuchsia pink Nike jacket. The ground was already covered completely by a rather thick layer of even snow. So fluffy as I stepped on it.
That feeling when your conscience is constantly banging at the back of your mind when you are consciously destroying something exquisite and flawless. That was it every time i lay a step on the ground. Whoever feel sad and sorry when stepping on the ground? That was me, yesterday.
Turned around, two sets of footsteps trailed behind. It was just like footsteps in the sand, except this time it was snow instead. We started fooling around, creating funny patterns on the ground despite feeling excruciatingly cold. Walked in circles, thinking that people who will see our footprints in the future will think that we were lost souls. Acted like fools, thinking that the university police will wonder what we were up to at 3 in the morning.
Most of all, there was the feeling of insecurity. It was that if there was anybody with evil intentions out there, our tracks can be easily traced and the bad guy will know where we were heading to. He will follow our tracks and back to our home and...
Well, it was just a thought, but not something to take for granted. I still think untouched snow is dangerous as such.

(picture credit: loveforliana.com)

Pei Ning

kill joy;

Sunday Morning by Maroon 5

12th Jan, 2012

Today was hell.
Started out with some pretty damn good typical American breakfast and some snow flakes floating down from the clear sky above. Despite the colder temperature, I really thought it was going to be another awesome day. Guess I was wrong.
Before we headed out, Kate was complaining about her tummy feeling weird and till now, we still have no idea what happened. Food poisoning? Indigestion? Remain unknown.
Fifteen minutes into walking towards Millenium Park which was about 30 minutes away without snow, 40 minutes away with snow as obstacles, my boots were soaked with water. Feet became rather cold and started numbing after a while. Not fun. Millenium Park feels so far suddenly as the snow fall became heavier as the minute ticked past. After a while, it feels like the snow was just attacking us! It was a snow storm damn it! A snow storm! Too late to turn back or take the bus because we were there already at Millenium Park. Could barely see the Chicago reflective bean with all the snow falls. Even opening the eye through all the snow and strong wind was so tough and what more taking pictures. Managed to snap a few shots and time to keep the camera back into the bag. Pretty numb hands too!
The snow gotten even heavier by the time we left Millenium Park, heading towards Field Museum of Natural History which was another half an hour away. I tell you, that was one hell of an experience despite the freezing toes and strong wind. Route was pretty straight forward but still was holding the map to navigate a little just in case we took the wrong route and lead to a longer walk than necessary in the cold. Was pretty funny because it reminded me of the movie "The Day After Tomorrow" where the father was struggling to make it past the hurricane to get to his son. Was rather cool.
When we finally saw the museum, barely visible despite being rather close, we rejoiced! Again, it was like seeing food for the first time in many days for a starving person. Imagine how warm and cozy it would be in the museum!
Coming back out to the cold to head back was tormenting. We took the bus back, stopped by a restaurant that we found the food delicious, Portillo's Hot Dogs and Barnelli's Pasta Bowl for dinner. Bed never felt as comfortable ever. Took some effort to dry my shoes then lights off.

13th Jan, 2012

Again, delicious finger-licking good American Breakfast with authentic hash browns, egg, sausage patty and toasts. Walked down to Navy Pier felt like forever. Again, boots got wet. Nothing much till we dropped by The Cheesecake Factory. YUM!!!
Ate the first quarter of it and packed it away due to time constrain. Gobbled up the rest of it while waiting for the bus to Des Moine at the Greyhound Station :P

Des Moine here I come!
Brother Lee!! :)

Pei Ning

two weeks;-

Everybody Knows by John Legend

Two weeks into a brand new year. Have you been keeping up with your resolutions?
Two weeks into a brand new year. Have you had any impressive breakthroughs yet?
Two weeks into a brand new year. Have you experienced any extraordinary events yet?
Two weeks into a brand new year. Have you changed into a better person than before?
Two weeks into a brand new year. Have you loved more?

I know that some of you may have already started a new school year or even a new semester. If you haven't, I believe you will soon enough. Mine will start in two weeks time, that leaves me another half a month. This winter break as some of you may have already know through my previous posts, that I have flown from Plattsburgh to the midwest, Minneapolis, Minnesota to visit my friend. For that, I get people asking me why.
"Why Minnesota? Seriously? Don't you know that it is much colder over there?"
Also, I get people giving me funny comments.
"Minnesota? A lot of Vikings there." (you'll understand if you watch American football frequently)
"Oh Minnesota. Mall of America!"
Well, my reply would be that the residence hall closes so I had to go somewhere and I am taking this opportunity to travel around the US and am starting with somewhere I have place to bunk in.
Two weeks after, I decided to explore more of the Midwest by taking the Greyhound bus down to Chicago.

I would say this trip was a very well planned one as we carefully scanned through all the potential touristic spots and slowly prioritize on those which we can nicely fit into our itinerary. Of course, we did not forget about checking the weather forecast and decided to arrange for more indoor activities like visiting the museum for colder days.
As of the end of my Chicago trip tomorrow, I will be heading down to Des Moine, Iowa to where my brother is, approximately 7 hours bus ride from Chicago. It is a small town as well, but I guess it is spending more quality time with the brother and his friends while we do fun and silly things together. Time will eventually be well spent over there perhaps

Two weeks into a brand new year. It is all going great except for a few blue moments, which I think only takes up a small percentage of my overall happy moments :)

What about you?



ms. inappropriate;

Don't Wanna Go Home by Jason Derulo

11th Jan, 2012

Today was by far one of my favorite day in Chicago, IL.

Day started off with one of the most famous hot dogs in Chicago at Portillo's Hot Dogs. Proceeded to John Hancock's Observatory at noon after lunch. Spend a whole two hours at the observatory due to the captivating view of Lake Michigan and the paranomic view of the entire city of Chicago. Fell so deeply in love with the view of Navy Pier from up there as well as the beaches. View of the skyscrapers are equally unique as well and that was what makes the observatory so worth the visit!

After that, we made our way to the neighborhood around Gold Coast area. Oh how exquisite were the houses built in the 19th century. This is the site of Chicago's richest and ritziest neighborhood as the houses are expensive and exclusive. We strolled down a few streets of these houses and even saw the mansion that used to house Hugh Hefner and his bunnies in silk pyjamas gowns, the Playboy Mansion.
Lincoln Park was next. Saw Abraham Lincoln's statue :)

North Avenue Beach was more satisfying than I thought it would be. Great scenery! The sand was so soft it reminds me a lot of the sandy beaches in Sabah, Malaysia. Strolled along there while waiting for the sun to set. Finally came to this perfect location along Lakeshore Dr. where we can view the city and the lake. That was definitely the flawless spot to camp out.

So we sat there, an hour before the sun set, eating my biscuit, drinking sweet tea I bought from Walgreens, browsing pictures taken, taking pictures, camwhoring as well as chit-chatting. Soon, it was becoming colder and I started shivering. My fingers were so frozen they started to hurt. Then, I decided that I have to move to get the blood flowing so I started running on the same spot, dancing, exercising and did all sorts of weird body movements. After quite some time, Amanda was starting to feel cold as well and decided to join me. That was when I came out with the idea of playing music over my phone.
You know we know that we are people who adore dancing and wouldn't mind doing it anywhere even in public. Seems like we have fulfilled one of Imani's most important New Year's Resolution: to be able to do silly things in public because in the end, nobody will care. We were actually dancing our shoes off in the public, couldn't care less about passersby. True enough, none of them actually took time off to stare at us any longer as they all hustled or jogged by quickly.

Today was also one of my worst nightmares. Hahahaha. Half way through waiting for the sunset, I felt the need to go to the restroom yet there is none at where we were. We had to take at least a mile walk down the long esplanade before I can find one. The sunset was one heck of a delay. It was torturous till the extent of hurting. I felt the immense pressure building up inside and I felt like I was going to explode anytime. What a great relief when I finally went for it. All weak after that (exaggeration) :D
Walked to the Water Tower Place and dined in the food court over there. Well, is it just me or the food court there doesn't even feel like a food court? It was so beautiful and had such formal setting and even great service. It was a people-serve and self-service thing yet they charged 7.5% service charge for our bill. It was rather ridiculous to be honest but brilliant business technique. Had a bowl of Classic Fried Rice from Big Bowl and a bottomless Soup Bowl :) Yum!

Dropped by a few stores and Four Seasons Hotel on the way back. Somehow nice hotels in Chicago is nothing like those in Malaysia where they have beautiful and big lobby to welcome visitors, whoever. Not fun. Went to Hard Rock Hotel as well and it was the same. Small lobby consist of the reception counter and the elevator to take residents up to their hotel rooms. That was it. Not cool.

Today was great overall. Took a lot of pictures and enjoyed the places and amazing scenery I saw. Can't wait to go to Millenium Park and the Field Museum of Natural History tomorrow. Not to leave out the delights of cheesecake from The CheeseCake Factory :D




Mendelssohn piano Concerto No. 1 by Yuja Wang

I believe this year is going to be interesting.
Started out great, then few days into a new year, I got locked out of the apartment room. Great eh?
It started with Amanda's apartment having no wifi at all so I had to go down to the lobby to have internet connection. At first, she came down with me with the reason of her liking the environment there. After approximately an hour, she left me and went back up. I was so engrossed with browsing the internet especially listening to songs on YouTube that I totally lost track of time. When I checked the time at my watch, it was showing 3.00am (New York time), which means 2am already! I panicked! Oh you don't know how badly I panicked.
I turned off everything at such great speed and flew back to the room just to find it locked. I braced myself and knocked on it a few times, harder as I went. Besides the sounds of my heartbeat thundering against my ribs, all that was there was the faint sounds of the vent coming from inside of the apartment room and the echoes of the roaring sounds of my knocking.
I was seriously petrified. I was afraid that someone might hear my knocking and gets irritated by it and file a complain that might get Amanda into trouble. I was fearful about the unfriendly, forever scowling security guard who makes his rounds and happen to bump into me, an unauthorized resident making noise at such hour. I was terrified that I might get Amanda into trouble in whatever ways that resulted from me being locked out. At the rate of my knocking goes and the outcome of it, I was completely apprehensive about me being able to get in and sleep on the bed that night.
I went back down and tried using Gmail to call Amanda's phone but it kept on diverting into voice mail. That pissed me off a lot because that was the only other way to get in besides knocking, which was not a very wise move. I then logged on to Facebook to see if Derrick was on so that he can try too but he wasn't. Mitchell was though. Totally dragged Mitchell into the water asking him to call Derrick.
Jimmy was being nice though. Talked to me and understood my situation, offered me to stay over at his place and even offered to come get me. Well, wasn't quite a big fan of doing that actually. Decided to give another try, hoping that it will not yield the same result.
Again, I prepared myself to another failure. Took a deep breath, held it in for a while and exhaled heavily. There goes. I knocked as loudly as I could, feeling my knuckles hurt so incredibly from the immense impact against that wooden door. After a while, I heard responses coming from the inside. My heart skipped a beat. I continued knocking just to make sure I was not imagining anything.
Oh how relieved I was when I heard "What's going on?" a rather sleepy voice. I literally smiled to myself. At the back of my head, I was screaming with joy!

So apparently, Amanda left the door open for me but somehow it mysteriously closed.
The whole experience was rather traumatizing for me. It was tragic.
Here I am sitting at the same place and the creepy security guard just past me o.O

*jeng jeng jeng*


peeps *:)

Heartstring by Clara C

Currently having my mood lifted up by listening to a whole playlist by Clara C.
Suddenly have this bad craving of star gazing. I just want to lie down on a fleece blanket laid over the soft grass in your arms under the beautiful moonlight while we admire the milky way. I want a getaway with no other, just hope that you will hold me the entire night.

We Could Happen by AJ Rafael

New Year started with waking up earlier than my usual wake up time. Went over to a2f pastor's house to make dumplings. It was really fun when you make dumplings with so many other unexperienced people as there was no one to judge our skills. We got to be creative with the square and round dumpling skins and everyone had a blast. Eating the self-made dumplings was a blast and was never as satisfying. We had a choice of fried and boiled dumplings. Well, personal preference, boiled dumplings were better tasting and healthier :)

Good Day by IU

Am pretty aimless now. Emotions rather disturbed as of the something that i went to just now. People there somehow made me feel a little uncomfortable. Well, just glad that it is over as of now.

Offbeat by Clara C

Just found out how useful YouTube playlist is, now that I can't download songs as i like. Well, just arranging and creating my playlist right now since I just learned how to use it. Kinda late and slow isn't it? Well, nothing's too late.

Really scraps of thoughts that I have right now. A great post to the start off the year eh?

As the cold is intensifying,

Till more inspiration comes,


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