Merry christmas!

HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

*shines*

that's pretty much about it. I'm just too plain lazy to talk about anything else. Red wine is good. *hic*

Ha ha! Happy holidays everyone!

Have you ever wonder why on earth is it that some people are able to live till a ripe age of 80 and more...and why some people can't even live past 65 years of age? It's a mind-boggling thought, I tell you. You see, those rich people can actually die early. I mean, they are supposed to have the best doctors around them, they get the best treatments and all that. They have MONEY! That should suffice. While the less fortunate people...well...they don't have that amount of money so...I guess, they just can't help it. But I'm thinking that those rich people who die early...it must be the food that kills them. Or if they are KINGS, it must be the stress. Funny, don't you think...? Why, why, oh why do I have such weird thoughts?

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Mauja Hi Mauja

Tomorrow will be an interesting day.

Firstly, we're gonna make sure it'll be an interesting day because we spent the entire day today, making out moves for the dance tomorrow...and believe it or not, we finished the entire song! A 4 minutes 30 seconds song! Aren't we fabulous???

*bows*
We are absolutely excellent. For the very first time (in my history of performing), no one complained or said anything negative or decline to do any of the steps! That's the way it should be! Everyone was having fun! yay!

Okay, this is the story. The school is organizing a trip to Institut Jantung Negara (IJN), National Heart Center, to pay a visit to the patients there to spread the cheer of Deeparaya and Christmas. So, it's a form of community service. :) And so, they've requested us A levels students to come up with an Indian dance. And I've got pulled in. Thanks to Miss Nitya and the girls. Today, we finished the entire dance in about...say...3-4 hours. (man, we're really good!) This, we would have to give credit to ...D! (I shall call him that for he may not want to be named) Without his help, we'd surely be lost, and wouldn't be so good.

Therefore, he is THE BEST!

*Shines*

And oh, the newspapers and tv press will be there! So COol! I'm gonna make sure we'll make front cover! *dreams* Haha..I'm just kidding, we're too small to be made front cover. Well...as Miss Nitya and us planned, we are gonna rock the pages of the newspapers! Whee!

I shall talk more about it tomorrow, when all is well and done. ;)! Wish me luck!

P.S.: The name of the song is Mauja Hi Mauja. It's a Punjab song. Shara thinks it's a stupid song. But once you get the beat...it's cool. ;)

It's over.

It's over. It's finally over. This week is coming to an end and I am eternally grateful. Even though there is an entire month before the waves come crashing down, for the moment, I am just plain grateful.

It has been a rough week for me. Really rough. I can't remember any other times I've been this exhausted. Maybe because I don't keep them remembered. I just try to forget those tiring times and they just go away. But, maybe I'll remember this one.

Yes, you must be confused now. It's my exam week. My trials exam. For some reason, I find myself pushing my soul harder for this exam. I don't know why, but...it's scary. I'm working like a slave, forcing everything into my brain, hoping I don't forget, trying so hard to understand everything so it'll be easy for me.

This week was almost hell. You know the symptoms (of course, unless you're the type of student who studies 3 months before and STILL remember everything you've studied 3 months later); pulling an all-night-er(s), cramming, late dinners, but unfortunately loss of appetite, oxygen-deprived, brain turning mushy, headaches (lots of them, even DURING the exams!), not thinking straight, etc., that sorta things. All of the above (and then some) happened to me simultaneously. Throughout the week. How bad can it get? ...I soon found out...it can get really, really bad.

At the end of the day, I'm just glad they're all over, for now. I may not get good grades, I don't know, I hope I do, but you'll never know. I think it's the fact that I'm somehow pressured to do well, extra pressurized this time...maybe it's the little voice in my head, nagging me to do better than usual. Pushing, forcing, making me! I don't know if I did it, or if it was just a complete waste of energy being forced that way. Someway or another, I hope it'll be good.

*Prays* *Breathes* *Prays some more*

Boys/Guys/Men: What are the songs that make you cry?

For every girl, I'm sure there must be a song that makes you cry.

What about the guys? Are there any songs in this world that makes you cry? Girls, do you know any guys who have songs that make them cry?

I'm really interested to find out those particular songs. Wanna see if it makes me cry. ;)

I know one song that makes me cry. ALL THE TIME. Can't help myself. The moment I listen to it, even if I am in a crowded room, my eyes will start burning and I'll go...'Oh, darn'. Yup yup, that song is VERY powerful. Curious to find out? :P! Wait for my next post.

By the way, if you have a song that does make you cry...do share with me. I won't laugh at you. Regardless whether you're a guy or girl. Honestly. I'm merely curious. He he.

Well and good.

I am content. I am very, very content. Of what, you may ask? My life.

I am content with my life, my love, my friends, my everything.

There's nothing else I would wish for. Of course, maybe some other little minor stuff but...apart from that, I have the best of everything. To you, it may not be the best. To me, it is.

Nothing is perfect. Obviously, there are ups and downs in my life as well. But...everything happens for a reason right? I am very sure it does. Just like Newton's third law. For every action, there's a reaction.

But, all is good. All is well and good. Therefore, I am content.

I need to...

I am currently obsessed with the kitchen. It was funny at first, when I suddenly has this urge to get busy in the kitchen. But now...I don't think it's funny anymore. I want to cook, bake, make something! ARGH! And the thing is? I can't bake. I can cook..something, at least. Not bake. Besides, the oven? It's not even working. *sighs dramatically* What a pity, for such talent to go to waste. HAH!

I need to indulge myself in my own interests. I need to do something extravagant. I need to change my daily routing. I need to SHINE! lol.

I'm pretty sad at times. Aah...

Paranoia

I. Am. Paranoid! Oh dear, I really really am! (Ernest, it's all your fault!!!) Thanks to Biology, and to the book I am currently reading: The New Killer Diseases by Elinor Levy and Mark Fischetti. I tell you, it is really worth reading. Unless you refuse to become as paranoid as me, I suggest you stay FAR FAR FAR away from Biology (especially microbiology) and this book and ALL the books in the world that talk about diseases. Of course, not everybody turns paranoid like me. Still. Do you want an insight of the book? Well, I can't give you the synopsis, exactly, but I can tell you what is it talking about.

This is a sample of Mycobacterium Tuberculosis in a petri dish. You know, TB. I do not know how to summarize TB to all of you because, it is extremely long. What I can tell you is, that it spreads exceedingly fast. And just by inhaling, you can easily get infected with the bacteria. And of course, if left untreated you can DIE.

This is the virus that causes SARS. I'm sure all of you know what SARS is right??? The one that kills swiftly and rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, you're gone...Yes, that one. SARS is a novel corona virus. Sounds good, looks good, but it's not.

Now, this is a flesh-eating bacteria. Also known as group A streptococcus (GAS), it is usually found in our throats and skin. This is, apparently, the very same bacteria that causes throat infection. So, one wrong step and the bacteria turns deadly. Toxic Shock Syndrome. IT ACTUALLY EATS YOUR FLESH. That's after it's done with your internal organs. Even your heart and kidney turns into a jelly-like thingy that no longer function. Want to know what happens to patients who suffer from this flesh-eating bacteria?

It scares the brains out of me. To know that the very same bacteria that we are easily infected with everyday can do such harm to us. This flesh-eating bacteria killed Jim Henson! The creator of The Muppets!

*AHH!!!!*

Dear all, I do not intend to scare all of you with this post. This is just to let all of you know what happens when a Biology student turns paranoid. And also create some sort of awareness. Most of you may hear of such diseases but never really bother to check them out. Like what I used to be. Uncaring of these new but old stuff. Bacteria and viruses are deadly. Dangerous. They mutate and develop faster and more advanced than we humans do. All these diseases are no joke. They KILL. You will DIE a HORRIBLE DEATH. Not a swift and painless death. It's fast, very fast, but agonizing and terrible.


...okay, I'm starting to scare all of you, am I not?


...I should stop. But I'm not done. Wait till I finish that book...

Salmonella and me.

Don't you think this is such a wonderful picture of a bacteria? This is a Salmonella. It causes typhoid fever and many other crazy symptoms. I would start telling you everything about it but I'm just afraid you'll die of boredom halfway through.

Anyway, I was so lucky to catch Iman online this evening (morning for her) and I found out that she's coming back next month for 2 weeks! Whee! And I really should start going over to her place to help make some cookies. Or cakes. KAK NIK!!! Teach me!!! *shines*

School is hectic these days. I barely have time to breathe! Honestly, ever since Iman left, I was loaded with piles of work to do! But it's good. Somehow.

Now, I have to get back to work. Or rather, sleep. Will update again soon. Cheerio.

Tunku The Musical

It was indeed an excellent production. A insight of Malaysia's history with a little bit of something to spice things up. To sum it up in their words:

"Merdeka, Merdeka, Merdeka, seven times the Tunku called. Seven times came the deep, excited response.

The last roaring cheer died away. A roll of drums, a hard metallic command, and as the strains of the national anthem flooded the stadium the flag of independent Malaya was slowly raised. Exactly as the flag reached the masthead came a crash of the first shot of the 101-gun salute...and so marks the beginning of our 50-year journey."

Created and directed by Joe Hasham and written by the duo who brought you the award-winning Broken Bridges, Lim Chuang Yik and Teng Ky-Gan, TUNKU The Musical has all the colour, drama, excitement, anticipation, heartache, sorrow and uncertainty of that fateful Saturday morning 31st August, 1957. Aptly timed in conjunction with Malaysia's 50th birthday celebration, this is certainly one production not-to-be-missed!

I am certainly lucky to get my hands on free tickets for this musical. I have to admit I was close to tears throughout the musical. Unfortunately, there was no leading man that night. Tony Eusoff was admitted to the hospital on that Thursday morning (13/9) for acute appendictis. Nevertheless, it was still good! =D!

Happy Independence Day, Malaysia!

Yes, the title says it all.

31st August is Malaysia's Independence Day. So, as tradition, there's always a Merdeka Eve celebration. And as usual, the choir performed for the historical day. Currently, I don't have any pictures so they will have to wait. What I can tell you about that night is that, it's packed with people (as always), in a festive mood, and they did have lovely fireworks. The air was nostalgic as everyone remember the event that took place on the very same day 50 years back. It was quite a patriotic night.

And indeed, it was a beautiful scene.

This is for you, dearest Iman.

I know nothing I say or do will help me. But this is a song which I know you'll understand the meaning I'm trying to convey through it.


The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself and center, clarity,
Peace, Serenity

I hope you know,
I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, Myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry

The path that I'm walking
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they
And I foreseek the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know,
I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, Myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine
Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if u want to
Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But its time for me to go home
Its getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself and center, clarity
Peace,Serenity

I hope you know,
I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, Myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
and big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry


Ironically...Big girls DO cry. And I'm one of them. With a 'broken tap'. Know what I mean? Sigh...

Over the moon

I must be crazy. My results are officially coming out on the 16th of August, and here am I. Sitting here as if nothing is going to happen. What is wrong with me??!



Whatever happen to my adrenalin rush? The one that keeps your blood pumping, due to nervousness and fear and the million other emotions that you feel at the same time. I'm not feeling scared, in the least. I'm supposed to!!! Well, not scared. But, you know...the excitement, the fear, the suspense...or something!



That's it. A levels in my school is doing me no good. I shall prohibit anyone else from taking A levels in my school. It's for your own good.

The waterfall trip.

Like I promised a few days ago, I'll write about the trip today. When I reached school this morning, the guys were already playing football, in the corridor of the classes. I was just holding on to the wall, in case the building collapses. While we were waiting for our principal to arrive, all of us, including the teachers were playing football at the basketball court. It was good, all of us, playing together.

Then, it was time for us to take off. So, off we go! On our journey to the waterfall. I tell you, it's a beautiful place! (This is what you get for staying in a city for way too long!)

Beautiful, isn't it?

After climbing...let's say...about 300 steps or more...we finally reached our destination. This time, it's a smaller waterfall...like this:

All the girls waded into the river towards the waterfall. I was the only girl in sport shoes and therefore, did not plan to get wet. Besides, it is a hell lot of trouble to get wet and then STAY wet the entire time. So, there I was, standing on dry ground going *click! click!* It was fun, either way. Take a look.

the girls and Miss Nitya

aren't they just having fun? =)

here comes the boys.

After a while, Miss Nitya decided to ventured further into the woods, to see how far the waterfall is. Apparently, as I am already a clumsy person, going uphill was a problem for me. So, you can imagine me...hysterically tried to go uphill with the help of my dear friend behind me, just to support me in case I fall. Going up was crazy. Jumping on rocks to get across waterfall is crazier. I slipped, (more than 10 times probably) and fell once. Amazingly, I was laughing at my clumsiness and everyone else was just staring at me with their hearts out. Throught the entire journey, everyone was watching out for me. Practically, I was the most dangerous member in the group. Inattendu et dangereux. I was lucky I had guys to watch out for me. The other 2 girls in the group is fragile enough without me weighing them down. Of course, apart from my Biology teacher...She just rocks! Whee! This is US!

The group.

Then, the horror came. Going downhill. *gulp* Well, fortunately, it wasn't a very difficult thing for me, seeing how I'm a bit cleverer this time. Lol.

At the end of the day, all of us were just dead tired. We went back to school to find boxes of Dominoes' Pizzas, ready to be eaten! Whee!

-THE END-

P.S. Please forgive me, I am simply too lazy to think about the ending for this post.

Let me just end it this way. *hee hee* Till then.

Bits and pieces of here and there.

Just finished video shooting on Sunday. Got terribly sunburnt it's not funny. I will post some pictures later on, when I see fit. This week is my last week in school. After this, I'll be having a month long holidays. Seriously, it's going to be a long holiday. Then again, when I think of the tests, assignments and studies I have to do during the one month holiday...it's not so long anymore. Yes, we (students in school) have been forewarned that there will be tests after the holidays. God bless. I already have an essay for Biology to write about. A 2000-words long essay. If I'm not mistaken, my essay is on "Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes, Causes and Effects". Something like that. Physics is still understandable for now. I have not reach the level where my brain just snap and become brain dead. Chemistry is also fine. Maths is taking on a different kind of turn. We finally finish Core 3 Mathematics (really fast!) and won't be starting Mechanics until after the holidays. Small test tomorrow. If you're wondering why am I still here, blogging...let me assure you, I have no idea! On Thursday, my school will be having a little picnic sort of trip to some waterfall somewhere. I guess it'll be cool. And we, Biology students, will be heading to Carlsberg sometime in October. Will produce great pictures then, hopefully.

Till then.

1. Do you ever lie about your age?
Well, maybe once...or twice. =D!

2. Do you prefer "sensitive boys"or "tough guys"?
I would prefer a balance of both. I mean, who wants any guy who is TOO sensitive or TOO tough?

3. Do you prefer blonde or dark haired guys?
Dark haired, please! But if I were to ever ever end up with a blonde guy...well, can't be helped I suppose...*shrugs*

4. Are you currently single?
Hmm...let's see... that's for me to know, and for you to find out. =P!

5. How many things in your past do you regret?
I don't know. But I don't plan to regret it.

6. Do you have a best friend?
Well...not exactly. I believe I said sometime before that I no longer believe in best friends...

7. What do you want to be when you grow up?
A nurse. ;)

8. Who was the last person you hugged?
I think it was Shara. Or was it Iman...? Hmm..either way, I hugged the both of them.

9. Have you ever had your heart broken?
Broken...hmm...maybe. Maybe not.

10. Have you ever thought about having plastic surgery?
Nope. Never thought about it, and never will.

11. Do you like your life?
Well...yes. I mean, nothing's wrong with it. :)

12. Do you shop at Hollister?
Where?

13. Has one of your friends ever stolen a girlfriend from you?
Girlfriend as in my goody goody friend? I think that happened when I was ancient.

14. Has one of your friends ever stabbed you in the back?
I guess so. There must be someone. I'm human.

15. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?
I don't know exactly. Maybe I have more girl friends. Does it matter?

16. How long have you had friendster?
4 years I should think.

17. Have you ever cheated on someone?
Um...no.

18. Has anyone ever cheated on you?
Girl or guy? Well, no too I guess.

19. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?
I wished I had!

20. What is one of your biggest fears?
Heigts. =/

21. Have you ever skipped class?
Yes. Form 4! How playful I was then...

22. Has anyone close to you ever passed away?
Not that I recall of...
23. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Not really but...maybe.

24. Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?
Yes. ;)!

25. Do you believe in the saying "once a cheater, always a cheater"?
Hmm...well..depends.

26. Have you ever had a good feeling about something and it turned out that you were right?Sometimes.

27. Do you ever wish you were famous?
In what sense? Oh yes yes.. hee hee!

28. Do u ever wish u were a woman?
In the process of becoming one but...I do enjoy staying young. =D!

29. Do you think men smell nice in cologne?
Depends on what cologne they're using. Some cologne just stink.

30.The moment of terror!
Tagging whoever who bothers doing this. :)

*I have to say, I'm terribly bored. You can't blame me!

I've been tagged. Twice.

INSTRUCTION :

Colour the statements green that are true to you.
Colour the statements orange that you WISH are true.

Leave the fibs alone.Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.
Lets begin.

I’m 170cm tall.
I don’t know what I want at the moment.
I’m not happy.
I hate my friends.
I hate my life.
I hate my grades.
He drives.
I’m bored of driving.
I have a white handbag.
I love dancing.
I go clubbing every week.
Shopping is bullshit.
I have a tattoo of a star.
I got my navel pierced.
I have friends that take drugs.
90% of my friends smoke.
I think I’m going to die before my friends that smoke.
The last time was. (Huh?)
I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.
I’m studying Fashion.
I have a business running.
I hate cartoons.
I hate someone.
I have 10 Guess handbags.
I buy CLEO every month.
My parents doesn’t know about my blog.
I have an iPod.
I don’t have faith in the current “one”.
My college mates knows about my blog.
I wanted to be a fashion designer.
I love rock emo bands.
I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.
I’m a rebel.
I’m starting to like wearing dresses.
I don’t believe in love.
High school was filled with drama.
My parents have faith in me.
I’ve bought shoes this month.
A blogger bitched about me before.
I hate sports.
I heart Italian food.
I hate meeting new people.
I hate nail polish.
The mother bear gives me hugs.
People would start appreciating me.
High school was the worst time of my life.
I have red hair.
One Utama is my second home.
I miss hanging out with the bloggers.
I’m a guy.
I’m scared of my Biology exam which I’m going to face tomorrow.
I hate vacations.
We’ll last.
I believe in long distance relationships.
I’m going to get high and smoke weed in US.
I’ve robbed an old lady.
Host a talk show.
That Guess watch.
I’m starting to like applying make-up.
I was a tomboy.
At time I think I still am a tomboy.
I love bitching about people behind their backs.
I still have a best friend.
I have a cat.
I hate surprise parties.
I hate planning parties.
I’m hot.
I’m a sinner.
I’ve got a DS light.
I have a Wii.
I can live without music.
Video games are a waste of time.
I miss the father bear.
I love being in love.
I know how to cook.
I have 100% freedom.
Boys are assholes.
I miss Pn Hamidah. (Who is that?)
I hate Math.
I’m happy with what I have.
I love horror films.
I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Freddy-Krugger when I was a kid.
My old friends keep in touch with me.
I don’t read newspapers.
The news is such a waste of time.
Blogging is a waste of time.
I hate animals.
I can’t live without make-up.
I curse like a pirate.
I’m happy with my 11 year old car. (I wish I have a car)
I hate people that are smart.
I love Orange juice.
I can’t drink for nuts.
I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.
I’ve got a new phone.
I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.
I love swimming.
I haven’t worked out since March.
I think I’m fat.
I love my friends and family.

I've been tagged.

Blogger Idham has pledged to donate RM 127.00 to the Darul Izzah Orphanage in Bangi for every tag completed before 26 August 2007. It’s so simple, all you need to do is to complete any 17 sentences from the 27 listed below (that’s the tag) and drop Idham a comment over at the tag’s original page here.

This tag is for a charity cause!

1. A person is only as good as his heart.
2. Friendship is always bliss.
3. To love is to care.
4. Money makes me .......
5. I miss being a kid.
6. My way of saying I care is by .............................
7. I try to spread love and happiness by................
8. Pick the flowers when they blossom.
9. To love someone is to .............
10. Beauty is only skin deep.
11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was ..............
12. When I was twenty one, I remember.........................
13. I am most happy when I'm me.
14. Nothing makes me happier than seeing happiness itself.
15. If I can change one thing, I will change nothing.
16. If smiles were to cure , then I would heal everyone in the world.
17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could erase discriminations?
18. If you want to .............then you have to ................
19. Money is not everything but without money, we have nothing.
20. The most touching moments I have experienced is when I see babies come into the world.
21. I smile when I'm bliss.
22. When I am happy, I laugh.
23. If only I don't have to ..............., then.........................
24. The best thing I did yesterday was...........................
25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title, "Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow"
26. One thing I must do before I die is to love and be loved, for the very last time, alive.
27. Doing this meme, I feel like ............................

I'm tagging:

Everyone who has a blog. Including those in my friends' list. By doing this, you are contributing RM127 to the Darul Izzah Orphanage.

*Makes me think. I'm pretty sure my words are straight from my heart. It's been a long while...

What luck.

Contrary to Jesse McCartney's song, "Best Day of My Life", yesterday...wasn't my best. You see, I've been going to Putrajaya since Friday for rehearsals. The concert is happening today, Sunday. Every night, we finished at about midnight. By the time we actually leave Putrajaya, it was already almost 12.30am. And by the time we reached KL, it was already almost 1am. Frustrating, isn't it? That's beside the point. The thing is, we have to wait for 2 hours before we're supposed to go up stage and perform. Do you feel my 'pain'? The boredom...oh, how it kills! So, as usual, yesterday was pretty much the same. THEN, comes the suffering. I was attacked by sharp jolts of pain in my stomach and no, it's not I-need-to-use-the-toilet pain. It's this annoying pain that I'm sure most of you experienced it before. The one that comes suddenly and ceases...and then returns with full force. Unfortunately, giddiness and nauseating comes in the package as well. I was cursing because, I'm so so far away from home. If it had happened at home, it wouldn't be too bad because I'm at home.

If you were there, you'd be able to see me muttering to myself, cursing under my breath..etc. I think the pain overtook my brain. Because, I was striking a bargain with my stomach ache. You can imagine the ridiculous situation taking place. Well, everything was fine...until I reached KL. My friend dropped me off at a Petronas station as my parents were waiting for me there. I got into the car, finally thanking my lucky stars because I'm one step closer to home...when suddenly, disaster came crashing down.

The.Car.Won't.Start. AH!!!!! Apparently, the battery died. We have no other choice but to try to get home with a cab. Again, visualize this scene:
4 people; 3 dressed for home, 1 dressed in a funny looking dress (me). Standing at the side of the road, trying to catch a cab. God was merciful, for we did catch a cab. I finally reached home at about 1.30am.

Home sweet home. Everything was alright after that.

Thank God.

The concert tonight will be live on TV. RTM 1, I think. But if any of you harbour any hope of seeing me on TV, give it up. We won't be performing until late at night, about 11 pm. The end of the show. What 'bliss'. Good luck to me. I hope I can wake up tomorrow, in time for school. Bless me.

Sorry seems to be the hardest word.

"I am sorry." One of the hardest phrase in life.

I realized that it's hard for me to apologize to certain things. Somehow, saying those words was difficult, even when I know I'm wrong. Yes, those around me might disagree, seeing that I say sorry most of the time just because.

For example, I had an argument with my mom just the other day. Of course, out of anger, I said something that I really did not mean. The moment I let it slipped, I regretted saying it AT ALL! I knew that I hurt my mom real bad the minute I said those words. Unfortunately, I can't take it back. In my head, I was replaying those moments and trying so hard to rectify the situation. Of course, in my head, I was brave and those words come easy to me. When I try to say it out loud...it won't come. The words are at the tip of my tongue and yet...they won't come.

That was when I knew, my pride is there after all. It runs in the family, I should think.

Oh, by the way, I did apologize to my mom. It was difficult, but I made myself do it.

"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
Now I know what this means.