Hostel Holidays

First December post.

Gosh, so busy again nowadays. Went back to UM on the 3rd to start training for festival seni.
Joined creative and Chinese dance.

For creative, we're doing a combination of randai, silat and tarian piring.
yes, tarian piring

i, the one that drops my phone at least twice a day, am going to dance with plates.

The original plate dancers from west sumatra use ceramic or glass plates, but after watching us practice, Cik Yusof decided to let us use plastic plates instead. Actually, glass plates are better cause the weight, gravity and momentum will stick the plate to your palm. But the knowing that you are holding something breakable in your hands and the fact that you have to dance on shards of glass if an accident occurs does wonders to your nerves. Makes sense?

Unfortunately, there aren't enough male dancers(or actually, male dancers that act and dance like males), so two other girls and i are learning the guys routine. Which is good in the way that the moves are bigger and more challenging, but bad in a way that my muscles are developing like a man's. And bruises everywhere.

Oh, and i think it's weird that Malay men don't like to be called 'Encik'. They prefer a short form of 'Cik' cause kononnye it's more friendly. Er, doesn't 'Cik' mean 'Miss'? The first time i encountered this was when Encik Affendi from the Perak cultural centre asked us to call him 'Cik Fendi'. At that time i thought it was because he was gay. Seriously, 'Cik'?!

As for Chinese dance, we're using fans, umbrellas and 'cai dai'.

The cai dai is not the typical ribbon one like rhythmic gymnastics, but a really long, thick, satiny kind of cloth on a stick that weighs a ton. 3 of us will be using it and until now, i still look stupid when i use it. hope i don't embarrass myself during the college preview!

The Chinese dance is only 5 mins long, but it's so detailed. Kind of like tarian asli, cause you have to pose just right and have your hands and fingers at a specific height etc. For now the creative dance instructor is just teaching us the basics. We haven't started on the entrance, formations, 'chuan cha' and worst off all, polishing up. Argh, i hate hate hate polishing up.

Then there's i-dance.
The rules state that minimum 3 per team, and for months, Michelle and i couldn't find a third dancer. Two days ago we were desperate and recruited one of our friends from Chinese dance. Malangnye things didn't work out as we need someone who can pick up the routine fast without me having to teach minor things like body isolation's and stuff. So in desperation we called a Malay guy who's dance major. I think he will catch the routine quickly, but the 1st part is belly dance! It's gonna be a strange sight. And die die die the comp is on the 6th of Jan and i haven't finished the choreography yet.

As for my results, i got and A for a subject where its really hard to score and A- for a sub that is ridiculously easy to score. Math. Damn it %@#$&!! GPA is 3.84 for the moment. Registered for 17 credit hours this coming sem. Don't know if it's a good or bad decision.

Won't be coming back for Christmas this year. Maybe not even new year. So i wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year in advance!

All the best for year 2008.

monkey see, monkey do

yoohooooo!!!



finished exams.



loads of things to talk about but i'm too tired and lazy to sort out my pictures.



so for now, i'm just going to show how animal-friendly my residential college is.

If you meet a disabled person, would you go all out to help that person?

Was on the way to the kps one day when my friends and i saw a blind man crossing the road alone. So we went to help him. Then he asked us to accompany him to the kps cafeteria for lunch. ok lo. We helped him buy lunch and he asked me to take him to brickfields to some agency. How?

1. I don't know where is Brickfields.
2. Even if i did know, i don't know how to get there.
3. I am scared to go alone.
4. He could be a mass murderer.
5. I wanted to sleep.

Ok maybe the 5th reason was purely selfish on my part but would you go if you were me? Anyway luckily we thought of the Buddhist Society that was having an exhibition that day and got 2 guys to drive him to the agency. But he still kept asking me to go. SCARED! He was also very strange because when we met him he said he was from Pakistan, then later he told the Buddhist Society ppl that he was from Iran.

But the main point is that UM's HEP doesn't bother to send ppl to help the disabled students. Is this right? Can i do anything about it?

ps. We bought him guava for dessert and he didn't know what guava was. Iran doesn't import guava meh?

I have conjunctivitis.

How bad is it?

When i look in the mirror, i see Lord Voldermort.

I have another important card to carry around

I PASSED!
I PASSED!
I PASSED!

Release the confetti! Pop the champagne!

Of course Mr. X was involved.
But the instructor didn't show it. He was silent all the way. And made note of all my mistakes.

whywhywhy some jpj ppl are so nice that they guided the students and told them when to change gear and stuff, whereas mine just ignored me.

I want preferential treatment!


Oh btw, i'm not as bad as i thought i was.
Turns out my 1st instructor uses a very old lau pek car with a retarded clutch.
So old that even if i just touch the brake regardless of whether the car is in motion, the engine will die off.
Luckily i got a new car for the road test.

Thank goodness i passed. I wouldn't want to go though all that waiting again. Waiting with nothing to do and no one to talk to and you can't even sleep in case your name is being called. There are only so many times i can listen to the same 24 songs in my player.

If all my future business plans fail i think i will sell ice cream, ice kacang and nasi lemak at a driving test circuit. Business will be booming.



I took up the 'Bread Face Challenge' organized by Bioessence in 1U on Saturday. How much was my face reduction? Only a measly 0.4cm"! Piff!

The lady cheated anyway. Before applying the cream she measured from the middle of my ear to my nose. After application she measured from the BOTTOM of my ear to nose.

Your so called 'miracle cream' doesn't work!

The challenge was to find the person with the biggest reduction. Apparently some lady managed 1.5cm. I dunno, maybe she has really bad water retention at her face area.



Since i am now a legal driver on the roads of Malaysia, i feel it is only fair that i warn you of the hazards of having me on the road. To reduce any, ahem, accidents, i bring to you FREE OF CHARGE, Cynthia's Guide on Road Safety.

Situation 1 :

You meet me in the opposite direction of a lorong. There is only one solution. Reverse. Doesn't matter if you are at the end of it and i've just entered. Just reverse. Because i don't know how to reverse and will back into you.

Situation 2 :

You meet me on a road where there are 2 or more lanes. You think that at 10 km/hr, i'm driving too slow.

Don't try to overtake me. I don't care if you did a perfect Peraturan Memotong 12 saat. I will panic and bang into you anyway.

Instead, go the extra mile and overtake the vehicle in front of me as well. Remember, always try to distance yourself from road terrors.

Situation 3 :

You meet me at dangerous places.

Like a cross-junctionOr a roundabout.

Just stop your car. Back away if possible. Don't to anything rash like turning/accelerating. This will agitate me and i might bang into you.

Situation 5 :

You drive pass my car and notice me. Please do not honk/wave/shout my name. I will panic and swerve right into your car.

After reading this guide, i hope you have fully prepared yourself should you have the misfortune of meeting me on the road. Now if only there were a way to circulate this to all Malaysian drivers, then there might be hope.

Pray For Me

Monday's my driving test.

Uh oh. so not ready.

Today was the 1st time i went on the road. Had a 6 hour driving lesson today! Had to cram everything inside. Then the instructor (a different one) was like "hah, sure fail 1."

ooi, be more supporting can or not.

Hopefully, i can at least pass the circuit test so i only have to do the road test the next time. Better still if got no next time.

The instructor had me drive home today, which means that i had to drive on the highway that passes by the Kelana Jaya LRT station. SHIOK!!! But also quite scary. Why is it that 60km/hr seems normal when you are in the passenger seat, but when you are in the driver's seat, WHOA!

"change lane, go to the right, faster, go to right again, faster, 4th gear, FASTER FASTER YOU ARE IN THE FASTEST LANE DON'T SLOW DOWN FASTER!"

By some miracle i managed to reach home in one piece.

Bye bye, i'm going to pray.

Off in 2 Weeks

UM baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Got UM Econs.

You know what that means?

I can come home every week.

Only 6 or 7 lrt stations from home.

Shopping shopping shopping!!!!

I finally watched Pirates of The Caribbean last night. I was clueless, probably because i didn't watch the 2nd installment.

Throughout the entire movie i kept bombarding my sis with inane questions like:

"Who is Davy Jones? Who is the Flying Dutchman? Who is this creepy black lady?"
"Why isn't Jack the captain of the Black Pearl?"

"What is the monkey doing in every scene?"

Most confusing pirate movie ever.

The first 30 minutes of the movie was boring and unnecessary. Mainly because Jack Sparrow wasn't in it. Then they tried to make up for it by having Jack Sparrow EVERYWHERE in the next scene.

Nice try but i was bored already.

Then i couldn't understand anything that Chow Yun Fatt's character said. It was like 'I blablablablabla. This is somethingsomethingsomething. dunnodunnodunno." Sis wouldn't even let me turn on the subtitles, although a fat lot of help that would be. Imagine how hard it must be for foreigners to understand him.

Then i couldn't focus on the dialog.

Because i am obsessed with disgusting stuff.

For example, whenever Davy Jones is in a scene, i would do nothing but stare at his face. More specifically, the shortest tentacle on his left face.

Spot it?

Whenever he talks, that thing just expands and contracts at the tip.

EEEEEEEEE!

So repulsive.

Then when he's mad all the tentacles will start flailing about. And his crab pincher's will go CLAP CLAP CLAP!

With Bootstrap Bill, i stare at his barnacles.

Tia Dalma : Her scary teeth

Chow Yun Fat : His scars

Oh fyi, i googled 'Chow Yun Fat pirates' and got this image:

In what way does he resemble a "zhong"?!?!

Talking about disgusting images, does anything feel geli when they look at things like this?

I think this is ginger flower

Lotus pod. But this is not so disgusting.

This is worse. I actually got shivers down my spine when i looked at this. They look like blackheads!

Dried up black heads. I am grossing myself out.

Has anyone seen the latest SK II commercial? Sammi Cheng( i think) was talking about how the product can get rid of dark spots 'from the roots'. omg. Imagine your blackheads and moles having roots planted in your skin. Then when you pull them out, said blackhead comes out with roots at the bottom.

Then there's another commercial with blackheads portrayed as worms wriggling happily in a hole and a ghost comes and plucks them away. YUCK! What happens next? Is the bottom of the hole filled with eggs which will hatch into worms again? Will oil fill the hole and form a pimple?

Conclusion : I do not like things in holes.

Father's Day was spent at home with a home cooked meal by sis and i.

On the menu : lychee mocktail, salad, Aglia Olio pasta and baked lemon fish. The pasta was homemade too. It was horrifying.

Was supposed to have driving lesson today but the instructor didn't show up. No, it wasn't because he was afraid. Apparently the guy who is in charge of arranging the time thought i was on another day. Yeah, right. I think he forgot to tell the instructor.

Whoever wants to learn driving, don't ever EVER go to Metro Driving Academy. Kononnye awarded 'Best Driving Academy in Malaysia'. 50 years ago maybe.

Underestimated.

mum : "so how? so how? Did you check?"
me : "How to check? I can't even enter the site."
mum : "HAAAH?!?!"

Apparently she thought i meant i couldn't get into any university.

That bad meh.

Application results out in a few hours

Was quite lazy to post anything for a few days, so here's a recap of what i've been doing.

1) Did idiotic things to pass time

Like spelling out the Chinese characters of my family member's names with mahjong tiles

I spun this wastepaper basket around on the floor for about 10 minutes.

Then i tore a piece of used A4 paper till it could stretch from my room to my parent's room.

2) Dyed my hair

I've wanted to colour my hair for AGES. But then i had to wait till after high school, work, ns and college. When i finally had the freedom to have it done, i couldn't because of mum(refer to earlier post). So since sis is back i asked her to highlight my hair with the free box of dye she got some time ago. Well, i have highlights now. Very, very, very, very subtle highlights. The only way you can see it is if i hold out the few strands of highlighted hair, wave them maniacally in front of your face and scream "LOOK!!! LOOK!!!"

3) Went shopping with sis
And where else would we shop but The Curve & Cineleisure, shopping haven for the unfortunate souls who cannot drive and need free transport. Like most shopping trips nowadays, we didn't buy anything because we are kiam. Or because someone couldn't decide between a skirt and a pair of shorts and ended up fretting till it was time to go. It's so potong steam to shop when there's no sale. Where's my 70% discount? Where's my Buy 1 Free 1?

Oh btw, don't you think Buy 1 Free 1 sounds way better than 50% off? Even though it's mathematically the same thing, i still get a bigger trill out of Buy 1 Free 1. Because you get something for free! FREE! FREE! FREE!

We went to Mcd's at around 4.40 since the shuttle bus departs at 5. But sis saw the bus and for some reason thought that the bus was leaving already. So we panicked and ran all the way across the road and past Ikea, and even ran right through a bunch of trees(it was like hacking through a forest, sans machete) to get to Ikano. We reached the bus sweating like pigs, with my soft serve melting all over my hand...to find the bus stationary and the driver having a nice time smoking on a bench.

ARGH.

My sis needs to get her eyes checked.

4) Had another driving lesson

Metro asked me if i wanted to change instructors. I said no because if i did the old one would probably tell the new one what bad luck he has. So i'd rather all the bad luck befall the same person. Ha ha! He didn't scold me or anything, thank god. But it's a bit annoying when ppl comment on how it's normally girls who are bad drivers. I can't object because i'm such a good example. So when he makes YET another comment all i can do is smile and go "Ah he he he..."

Ha ha ha. So funny. Help, help, i'm dying from laughter.

Sheesh. You don't see me going around commenting how some men behave like MCP's. Give it a rest.

Oh he sent me to the wrong house today. He missed the 1st turning because he was talking about parking, so at the junction i said

"turn left."

"no, turn right(thinking about parking)

"You're sending my to the wrong house."

"*continues talking about parking"

We reached another person's house.

"Aiya, what am i doing?"

Nice to know everyone messes up. Hee!

And i think i'm the 1st person to pull my back because of a driving lesson.

5) Watched SYTYCD

Jimmy got voted out!

Noooooooo!!!

I wanted him to win...

I hope Sue get's it then.

Oh no Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy....

No Jimmy next week.

Hi Daddy!

Ooh look, i love this kuih so much...

It's PINK!!! *bimbotic giggle*

Life has been stagnant for the past few days.

Only thing remotely interesting was that i baked lemon squares together with sis. That itself is a major accomplishment because prior to this, sis never bakes/cooks.

Relatives used to say that she's smart and will be some successful working woman.
Whereas i've fulfilled all the requirements of being a rich housewife.
Meaning i can cook, love to play mahjong, and can shop.

My future looks bleak.

How it looks like in the book.

How it turned out.

Not bad la hor, at least you can tell it's a cake. *beri tepukan*

Dad brought me to the empty shop lots opposite the old Lim Kok Wing building to practice driving. The car is auto, so i didn't do anything except drive around in circles.

But for once the engine never died!

Who was the genius who invented power steering?
I could kiss him.
Although come to think of it, he might be old and wrinkly, so a handshake should suffice.

But there's not a chance of me passing unless i get extra lessons, because there's no way everything can be taught in 2 more lessons.

And daddy must be reading my blog, because he knows about the crash.
Daddy, i'm a very good girl and i like to do housework and clean my room and nothing gives me greater pleasure than studying so i can't wait to start uni. *wheedling look*

The plate must have been an omen predicting things will crash.

I thought yesterday was a bad day.
How naive.

I crashed the car today.

Rammed into a wall at the driving circuit. The side of the bumper fell off. The worst thing is that the driving school won't let me pay. Instead the instructor will have to pay.

OMG how to go for my next lesson knowing i cost my instructor 200+?

DIE DIE DIE.

Summore i learn 2 hours each time and not 8 one hour lessons as i wanted. So there's no time for anything to sink in and the 2nd hour can be considered wasted.

Half the lessons over and the only things i've learnt is i'm very good with killing the engine and banging stuff.

xin ying i'm suddenly very glad you're my friend.

All hail the Queens of Bad Driving!

Hmph.

Bah!

A giant ceramic plate fell on my foot today. Weight of object : 700 grams
Speed of object : 9.81 metres per second
Area of impact : 0.5 centimetre cube

Verdict : bloody painful tendon of extensor digitorum langus


Right after that, i had to go for my 1st driving lesson.

I HATE MANUAL CARS!!!

The instructor was going on and on about how everyone should drive manual cars and driving auto is like kow-towing to Satan.

Issh.

I must have killed the engine AT LEAST 20 times(no exaggeration).
I'm that bad.
That's why you never see me playing ps or anything cause even if i drive virtually, i never last more than 5 secs.

Oh chi bai.

I also have wonderful T-shirt tan lines thanks to driving for 2 hours under the midday sun with the window open.

^%*!@$*&^# !!!

Going to bed before anything else happens to me.

This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S

It's a public holiday! Agung's bday is it? I'm not too sure. Didn't we already celebrate something to do with Agung this year already? But public holiday or not, it doesn't matter, cause i'm still on my long holiday, haha! (Jo, i'm rubbing it in.)

For some reason i woke up at 7.30 today. Oh well. Went downstairs to watch tv but fell asleep again at 11am. Then i had a dream. Weird, this is the 3rd post this week about dreams.

First i was dreaming about toilets. Not our Malaysian ones but the super canggih kind that washes and massages your butt.

Like this one

Then the dream changed and i was chasing a van without knowing why. I kicked the back door open to find aliens who came to earth in the form of dogs and little school children.

Oh, and a dead girl was thrown off the van.

I injured my left arm, then i realised that i was Jack from Lost. *I'm such a hunk*

Kate and Sawyer(also from Lost) arrived in a trishaw(what the hell?) so i asked them to hurry up and they stupidly took off without me. Toot!

The dream fast forwards to us arriving at some concert hall that looks awfully familiar. I'm now sitting in a wheelchair. *why? i thought i injured my arm?* I pause at the entrance, and look sorrowfully at Kate because i can't go up the staircase.

Fast forward and i'm in the hall while Kate stays outside. A play is going on. I have no idea who i'm suppose to be looking for because i dropped in halfway through the show. *I didn't know i was dreaming, but i knew i was in a TV show instead of real life. Does that make sense?* Not wanting to lose face in front of Kate, i decided to look for creepy looking guys. Suddenly, there was a scuffle in the play and i screamed. Turns out it was part of the play. Shoot, embarrassed myself for nothing.

Kate frantically points at a guy with a moustache(the ugly toothbrush kind) who is standing up and looking for someone, probably me. I make the really dumb decision of leaving the hall(sans wheelchair) and hiding behind a bunch of chairs. *because i did not read the script or have any experience in villain-chasing*


Kate looks at me like i'm mentally retarded and asks "Do you really wanna hide there?"

Moustache guy comes out and says he loves Kate and wants to breed with her.Ugh. Two ladies enter the scene and compliment him in robotic voices(hoh! is he a brainwashing alien?) Kate tells the alien that both him and i can fight over her.*wtf? So perasan! she must have mis-interpreted the sorrowful look i gave as a lovelorn expression*

He looks straight at me(i'm not hiding very well. kinda like an ostrich sticking my head in the sand) when in TV show fashion, the crowd picks this time to emerge from the hall, which is my cue to creep up the rows of seats. Sawyer runs towards me holding some paper, shouting "I got the list of victims! This is interesting, look!" *points at several names which are circled*


What is so interesting?


Will i save Kate from the alien?


I will never know.

You see, my biao yee(mum's cousin) picked this strategic time to call my house. So irritating. Now i don't know what happened.%%$#@*#$!

Was quite full from breakfast so had this for lunch. Jacobs Wheatmeal Biscuits topped with Cheesdale cheddar cheese and Maggi Thai Chili Sauce drizzled on top of brandless cucumber.

Does anyone know what this is called? It's some white crumbly kuih(probably made from rice flour) with brown sugar / gula Melaka at the bottom.

I was bored so i decided to make banana cake.

Welcome to Banana Cake 101.

1. Cream butter and sugar.

2. Mash the bananas(use really ripe ones)

3. Measure flour, baking powder baking soda.

4. Crack eggs in bowl & whisk.

5. Pour batter in lined pan and pop in pre-heated oven.

6. Remove and cool.

Easy peasy. I love making banana cake, it's the easiest cake to make (apart from fruit cake) because you don't have to worry about the cake collapsing.

My recipe book. It's where i write tested and modified recipes. It's one of the few things i would grab if my house were on fire.(choi!)

Going to take another nap. Maybe i'll continue that dream.

Prevent Fugliness

My mum cut this article out some time ago because every time she called me in the afternoon while at college i was asleep, so she knew i was sleeping late. Now i'm using it to make you worry.

*click to enlarge*

For those who can't read Chinese/suffer from astigmatism, here's a rough translation of the important bits :

9-11 pm : Lymph nodes detoxify, should relax
11-1 am : Liver detoxifies, should be in deep sleep
1-3 am : Pancreas detoxifies, ditto above
3-5 am : Lungs detoxify. Also why ppl cough the most during this period. Should not take any coughing medicine as this will affect the detoxifying
5-7 am : Intestines detoxify, best time to go shit
7-9 am : Maximum absorption of nutrients by small intestines, should eat breakfast. Sick ppl should eat earlier(before 6.30), healthy ppl before 7.30.
12-4 am : Maximum production of blood cells, should be asleep at this time

Scared or not?

If you don't know how vital this is, let me put it this way.
If you are nocturnal, you will look fugly.

You at age 30

Oh no, i used to sleep late. In fact in college i liked going on studying sprees before exams by studying from midnight till 9 or 10am. But i had no choice, because my 3 other roommates have a habit of studying at night. So if i slept normally it meant i would have to sleep with all 3 lights on and feel like a lazy bum bum. Cis!

Oh yeah, i remember reading somewhere that 11pm-1am is the most important time to be asleep, because maximum 'xing chen dai xie'(cell regeneration) goes on at that time. And if you really busy and don't have enough time, choose this time to sleep as the rest you get is equivalent to about 4 hours of rest at any other time.

Also heard from a doctor that it's best to have a shit during late afternoon or before sleep if you can manage, so that the toxins from your poop won't be re-absorbed by your intestines as it travels. So you should shit twice a day : once in the morning and once before sleep.

Who so geng can control their bowels?

In a nutshell, sleep early if you don't want to look like auntie.

Cats & Dogs

Received this joke in an email some time ago. Don't know who the author is but it's really funny. Two thumbs up!

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
===========================
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!



Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
===========================
Day 983 of my captivity.My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...for now...

"She wants you to meet her in the rainbow."

I have reached a new level of boredom.

I just finished re-painting my nails after painting them 2 days ago. Got sick of the black n silver swirly design. Now its metallic lime green with a dragonfly on my thumb. You should have a vague idea on how monotonous my life is when the only thing that happened was changing my nail polish.

Ooh, speaking of dragonflies,
has anyone watched a movie called 'Dragonfly'?

Starring a famous actor whose name i can't recall....and Kathy Bates i think.
Oh yeah, the actor is Kevin Costner.

"@%#*&%#, i just washed that window!"

Anyway, the movie is about this guy who's pregnant wife died while on a Red Cross mission in Venezuela. He's all sad and moping around when DumDumDum....he's late wife tries to communicate with him. He went to the children's ward in a hospice where his wife worked and the kid's start talking to him in his wife's voice. Then some kid keeps giving him drawings of dragonfly-shaped pics she drew. He's really convinced that his late wife is trying to convey something of importance. But what? Is he just insane? Is she speaking to him from beyond the grave? Or is she still alive? Watch to find out la!

I remember one scene that creeped me out so bad. Kevin Costner was packing his late wife's stuff in boxes, and the camera showed him putting a glass paperweight with a dragonfly carving in the box. The when he goes to bed he finds the thing on his bedside table. He freaks out, wraps the thing in newspaper and lots of tape, and puts it somewhere. When he comes back, horror of horrors, it's on his bedside table again!

At the end of that scene i was damn freaked out already.
Mainly because i was watching the movie alone in a pitch-black room.

The paperweight that moved

In short, this is a touching movie.
Watch it.