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.

One down, one more to go.

Ah, the comforts of home sweet home. I've been practically standing almost the entire night with heels (not more than 2 inches, thank god!), moving, singing... Apparently, you don't feel the weariness creeping upon you during the show. It only comes CRASHING down on you after all *smiles* *shines* *waves*...you know what I mean.

Well, to be completely honest, I'm not sure how we did this time. According to Tunku Marina (our choir coordinator)...we could have done better. But, not to worry, we still have 2 July 2007 (Monday) to worry about, and I am already "looking forward" towards the last minute rehearsals etc.. Oh dear, just thinking about it tires me already.

Anyway, I had fun today. Tiring, but yeah..fun. The whole program was pretty good, I guess. No one died of boredom. *snickers*

2 July 2007, Monday
About 8pm
Istana Budaya
...Hmm...I have free tickets, if I'm lucky I get extra!
Smart casual.

Will I be seeing you? :)

CONCERTS!

Blurry, busy nights. Everything's happening so fast, there's no time to react. In about 20 hours from now, I'll be on stage in front of hundreds (I think) of people, performing for the launching of K.L. Festival 2007. Then, about 48 hours later, I'll be on stage, again, performing for another concert. This time, it's for...one of the many programs for this K.L. Festival 2007. Oh well, you're all welcome to watch.

30 June 2007
About 8 pm.
Istana Budaya.
First come, first serve basis for seats. Come early and you'll get good seats.
Smart casual will do. :)

Hope to see you. ;)!

ab initio

Ab initio... From the beginning, it means.

Why do I feel so alone?
Surrounded by a million people, I still can't find what I need most.
I can be in the company of the best of my friends...
And yet, still feel like I'm so far away.
I may be smiling outside, keeping a calm, composed, jovial façade.
But deep down inside of me, I'm crying...hoping and wishing fervently that someone will come and take me away.

Ab initio
I've felt that way.
I've always wonder why.
Maybe it's the inner part of me, seeking tranquility.
Seeking solace.
Seeking the happiness that comes with every sorrow and pain.
As they say, 'what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'.
I have yet to experience that very notion.
One day, I'm sure I will.
Because to me, everything happens for a reason.

P.S.: I know this doesn't make much sense, but..do endure my rantings. I just need them out of my head, and soul.

More quizzes.

You are a Tomboy Girl!

Instead of flirting, you tend to pal around with the guys you crush on. And why not? You can hold your own in sports, video games, and gross out contests. Just make sure and suprise them with a touch of girlishness every once and a while. Then you'll be treated like the hottie you are - not like one of the guys.

What Kind of Girl Are You?

*Oh well, suits me! =P!

Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ESFP)

Your personality type is playful, charming, open minded, and energetic. Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 5% of all men You are Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

*Cool. I always thought I'm quite an introvert.

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious. You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Overall, you are very content in your life. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

What Do Your Dreams Mean?

*I'm disturbed??? Oh...maybe. But just really slightly. He he.

Your Life Is Worth...

$1,044,000

How Much Is Your Life Worth?

*That's little! I want to be worth much more! ~

You Are 29% Vain

Okay, so you're slightly vain from time to time, but you're not superficial at all. You are realistic. You know that looks matter. You just try to make them matter less.

How Vain Are You?

*Not very vain here, am I? Hmm..something's wrong! Ha ha!

To Remember Me

If you had read 'The Star' newspaper today, you'd have come across an article titled "The Circle of Life" (Starmag, page 23). I was deeply touched by this piece of article.

Robert Noel Test. He wrote an essay entitled To Remember Me. This essay drew international notice and inspire organ donors all over the world today. Let me share this essay with all of you, for those who did not read the papers today.

To Remember Me

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.

At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instil artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed.

Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left of me and scartter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grom.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all my prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

*I hope this essay will inspire you. I do not know if someday I will be one lucky organ donor. Maybe someday, when I start to reminisce and come across this post...I might make my decision and be one. Whatever will come, will come. Now that I'm still young, I'll just keep on fighting...

The Quizzes

"Words are like manifestations of your emotions. So if you feel vindictive, your words will sting. If you feel benevolent, your words will heal. And when you feel cuckoo, your words wont make sense." - Quote from dearest Kak Nik. (How true!)

Your Aura is Blue

Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life. You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships. The purpose of your life: showing love to other people Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor

What Color Is Your Aura?

*Interesting. Well, can't really deny it. :)

You are Dark Chocolate

You live your life with intensity, always going full force. You push yourself (and others) to the limit... you want more than you can handle. An extreme person, you challenge and inspire the world!

What Kind of Chocolate Are You?

*Finally found a quiz concerning chocolates! But...do you think this is true? I happen to LOVE dark chocolates! Mmmm...am I that intense? Only you can tell me, for I happen to be the most floaty person I know...

Words.

How much courage do you need just to tell someone you love them?
How brave are you to go up to someone and say the words "I'm sorry"?
How strong are you to hear words that will break your heart?
How confident are you, knowing if you had said the right words?

Words.
Words can say a million things. But what? What are the things most worth saying?
With words, you can hurt someone, you can bring someone to his/her knees, you can send reality spiraling into the core of their souls, you can make someone cry, and you can make someone jump with joy.

Words are powerful. They can change someone's life. Words can leave a very deep impact on a person, depending on how they are said. Words cannot be taken back, once they are said. Some words may be forgotten, and some words may be remembered, forever.

I believe that words play an important role in life, generally.

Then again, words...can be just words. With no meaning to it. *shrugs* Words. What do you say?

4 June 2007 looms even closer.

For some reasons, I just can't wait for my exams to be over. Instead of feeling fear and dread (as I have always expected), I simply can't wait to sit for the paper. And if you're trying to tell me that I'm totally ready to sit for the paper, you're wrong. I still find it so hard to "just do it". I can't seem to get the right words out.

*Sighs* Why does it always happen to me? Or rather, why does it always happen when it comes to hard core subjects? I can totally 'express' my answers for Math. Why can't it be the same for Biology or Chemistry? Physics maybe?

Maybe this is the reason why most of my peeps decide to drop these subjects.

Now I can tell them, I know exactly how they feel!

"You are not here to make me smile..."

strange and funny things

Strange and funny things happen all the time.

They do.

Just a few days ago, I got a phone call from Iman dearest, screaming in my ear, telling me that I am on the cover for Dewan Siswa's magazine for June edition.

I found out that...she wasn't pulling my leg.

If I could organize my feelings at that very moment, I would.

But I couldn't.

Why?

Because the emotions were cross-linking each other and there's no way to find out which one I'm feeling first and most.

A part of me was screaming "Why?".

Another part of me was feeling joy, somewhat.

Another part of me was just numb with disbelief.

Funny, don't you think?

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I'm studying like a mad man. Please, oh God, please...expand my brain, will you? I need to fit in every single detail by this Sunday!

I don't want to die on Monday!

Ah...the horror that lurks around the corner everytime exams come close.

gone were the days...

*snip*

*swoosh*

*snip snip*

Gone...

Gone were the days when I used to look at my thick hair and wonder what happens if it's suddenly not so thick.

Gone were the days when I used to look at my long hair and wonder what happens if it's suddenly not so long.

Now...

Now my hair is thin.

Now my hair is short. Not so short, not so long either.

Quote from my hair dresser:

You lost 2 inches and 1 kilo! (of hair!) (2 inches literally, 1 kilo figuratively)

It's true, 2 inches off and he actually cut away most of my thick hair. SO yes, 1 kilo gone. Lol!

Today (22 May) is like any ordinary day.

Nothing special.

But, I'm looking forward to my next birthday.

Not because I enjoy growing old, mind you.

It's because I never felt truly happy... until today.

I feel so jovial and I have this funny urge to SPREAD my happiness!

I hope I did.

Tomorrow, I have to resume my daily torture: study!

Study until I lose my head, and my hair turns grey!

Wheeee! How wonderful!

Chocolates, anyone?

5...4...3...2...1...!

YAY!!! It's my birthday!!! Whee!!!
*Fireworks in the background*
*Corks popping out of wine bottles in all direction*
*Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeeeeee...happy birthday to me!!!*

Ha ha ha! Yes, I'm having fun, sitting in front of this computer, celebrating on my own, my little birthday in my heart.
However, I want to thank EVERYBODY who wished me, all the same. I appreciate your wishes so much more. Seriously. It makes me happy! =D! I feel so light and merry...
Nothing much happened since well...it's only 9.22am.

Truth is, at this very minute, I CAME OUT!

So, imagine, this very minute 17 years ago inside the four walls of a cold hospital operating room...OUT CAME ME! =D!

What a pleasant surprise.

I'm just glad that I did not let the past 16 years of my life go wasted.

Each year was filled up quite well and appropriately.

No drugs, no juvenile crimes, no dropping out of school.

Yeah, I have to say I'm happy with my life.

My name is Zun San and I just turned 17. (Say goodbye to good sweet 16)

Throughout my life, I have never really done anything outstanding to the world or have spotlights following me around. In short, I lived a very simple life.

(Am still living the same ol' style!)

I have lovely parents and a (not so) lovely sister (I love you all the same!) ; my parents watched my sister and I grow up while I watched myself and my sister grow up.

I love to read.

However, ever since I was young, I was not exposed much to a place people called 'the library' and at that time, my parents were busy with work etc.. So, I practically grew up with normal reading materials and I didn't really read as much as I do now. I'm just very glad that knowledge is something everyone will gain as long as they live, because right now...I'm trying to catch up with everything I can get my hands on.

I love history.

This unprecedented longing for history is something I cannot figure out. Maybe because when my mom was in school, history was her best subject. Then again, I love Math and Biology and Chemistry...actually, reading is just fun. Don't look at me, I'm not a top scorer and I don't score exceedingly well for these subjects. I cannot explain why but that's the way it is. Life is a crazy thing. O.o!

I love chocolates too!

Give me just one and I'll swoon. Okay, that's so dramatic. OF course, I won't swoon, just having one. But I'll get the sugar rush and then become 'high'. He he. You can experiment on me, if you want. All my close friends did and they enjoy doing it again, and again, and again...LOL!

By the way, did I mention that I pretty much like wine too? ;) Red wine to be precise. Well, so far I've tasted red wine and...it's good! heh heh.

I'm sure everybody know how it feels when it's your birthday and then a friend that you may not be close to might suddenly pop by just to wish you a simple 'happy birthday'.

Yes, that's how I feel. I feel exultantly joyful! Elated, I say! And it definitely made my day. Well, that's for this morning. I'm not sure how the day unfolds, but if miracle happens, I'll let you all know. *winks*

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2 down, 4 more to go.

Yesterday was my Math exam. For AS level - A levels June examination. So far so good. I'm really thankful to God that I didn't break down or anything. The paper went on smoothly, or so I hope. My next 2 papers will be Biology and that's gonna be on the 4th of June. My last 2 papers will be Chemistry, on the 6th of June.

Pray for me, for I'm going through a very tough battle. Not only that these papers cost me quite a fortune, but heck, I don't want to fail!

I have to do this right. I don't want to repeat, thus wasting my time and my parents' money. I'm very happy that my parents are always here with me to give me support. Somehow, I'll get through this.

Friday.

Dearest,
while you were gone,

I saw a beautiful rainbow stretched across the sky;
I saw the sun set;
I saw streaks of sun rays;
I saw strong, clear, powerful lightning. I think it's beautiful...yet dangerous. So strong, it might have strike Earth;
I saw my uncle's coffin. I wanted to see his body (Seriously, I think I'm going crazy) , but I didn't;
I sat silently, just feeling the night. Calm and quiet. Only the sound of crickets in the background. A clear night, no stars. But it reminded me of that one starry night we shared.

How was your day?

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Saturday.

Dearest,

while you were gone,

I had quite a restless day.

I had a headache, maybe due to the lateness of the night before when I finally fell asleep.

I had a number of rounds of card games with my best friend.

I watched "Most Haunted" and "A Haunting" in Astro at night, and I was wishing you were there to watch them with me.

Now, I'm here typing out this sentence, still wishing you were here with me.

I wonder what you are doing now, and I wonder if you are well.

I wonder if you are having fun, and I wonder if you had stop to think of me.

And, I wonder...

How was your day today?

P/S: A figment of my imagination. =P! ;)!

people.

Religions, faith, beliefs, rules, whatever you want to call it. I have no problems dealing with it, facing it,having friends knowing people!, (no offence) who are totally into it [even though the ground they are standing on is quite ridiculous]!

The only thing I can't understand, is WHY some people, choose to interfere in others' business about what they are doing (that apparently go against their beliefs) and then, state something that really displeases me.

WHO on earth still believes that girls are supposed to be mothers at (generally) my age??!
Now?!
If anybody still believes in this, PLEASE tell me WHY.
What do you think we girls are???
Some manufacturing factory that produces children for the world?
You might as well kill all the successful women in the world for accomplishing so much for the society but neglecting their "duties" as a dull housewife, sitting at home, rotting with nothing to do but to produce offspring, clean house and stay dead.
No, better yet! You simply have to forbid all females to study and gain knowledge in schools.
Yes, just strip them bare from their intelligence. Make them absurd, ignorant, bird-brained, dense, and imbecile, why don't you?
At this age, all we have to do is prepare ourselves for marriage, wait for one of those rich and bloated men to propose, and become mothers to kids.
Isn't that what women should be doing???

Helloooo?? Wake up, people-with-such-ridiculous-thoughts-still-freely-running-in-your-minds!
This is the 21st century!
There are such organizations that fight for women's rights, for the equality between the two genders and etc.
Why not ban these societies if such notions are troubling you?
To know that there are still such thoughts in people's mind is just infuriating!
Come on! The world is changing. Era after era, we are chasing after and yet...
People.

There are many kinds of people in the world. This is one of the many kinds that I don't understand.

P/S: I'm sorry if I had offended anyone with this post. This is merely a post of angry outburst and my point on view on matters that I come across. I am just trying to justify my part and, as an "avid fan" (like dear ol' Sir Daryl puts it), do feel free to comment. Cheers.

ordinary day? i gather not.

She's getting out of bed

At half past ten

She starts to comb her hair

Just an ordinary day

She looks at her reflection

Off the wall

Why do I care at all

Just an ordinary day

An ordinary day

That's hurting you

Don't hide out inside yourself

If you only let the sunshine on you

I promise you

You're not alone

When the lights go out at night

When you're feeling lost inside

You're not alone

You're not alone

When your world is falling down

I will be the one around

You're not alone

You're not alone

I can only wish. I'm feeling rather down, and quite alone today. Maybe because, I'm too lost in my own thoughts to be bothered by my surroundings. This song has been playing in my head, and yet...I feel all alone. I'm guessing I'll be very alone tonight, when I sleep. My day had been rather crappy. Initially, it's just very boring. Then, God decided to make me happy. By "awarding" me with a scholarship which I had applied on Sunday and forgotten all about it. Until now. This is a total surprise. I only applied because the lady-in-charge said I should apply for it, seeing that I might have a chance.

The details of the scholarship:

A place in Taylors College in Melbourne.

A scholarship for Monash University Foundation Year (MUFY).

Term starts on April 16th 2007.

No bonds, no conditions, no interviews, no entrance exams, it's shove right under my nose like, "Here! Take it! It's ALL YOURS!"

It's a real scholarship. I can reach it if I extend my hand!

The problems:

1) It's happening WAY too fast. I'm being forced (literally) to go to Australia before the month is out. Of course, I have the choice to withdraw, which is quite a waste actually.

2) I'm not ready, physically, mentally and emotionally. If I go, I'll be facing the world (or rather, Australia) alone. With no one by my side. Just a figment of imaginary family in my mind. I swear, I'll break down.

3) If I don't do well, I won't be able to get into the course I want, and my scholarship ends there. A.k.a. end of life. I'll have to return, and I'll be lost because I won't know what to do next. Pretty much useless of me, innit?

4) It's still not that cheap, even with scholarship. I have to LIVE there. I'm still a girl. I do need to shop. But those who knows me...you know very well that I have this guilty thingy in me. I spend more...I'd feel even guilty-er. Sad.

5) I'm still young. I have much choices later on and besides, my parents are VERY reluctant to let me off on my own. I'm reluctant to let myself go too! I can barely plant my own feet firmly on the ground, you think I'll be able to in Australia at SUCH a short time? ;)

Conclusion:

Dilemma. As far as you and I can see, my parents are quite reluctant to let me go. There's a high possibility that I might withdraw. For some, you might think I'm out of my mind to let go of something so...rare. Well, think again. If you happen to be in my shoes, thinking what I'm thinking, I'm sure you'll see my point of view.

And well...it's not like everyday you get scholarships waiting by your doorsteps...Pity.

What do you think? Will you accept? Or withdraw?

the beethoven's experience. he he.

Feeling: Awesome!

Of course, everytime I perform, I feel glorious, awesome and all the wonderful emotions one feels when doing something worthwhile. After about 1 month of practices and extra rehearsals towards the concert, everything went well. While all these emotions surging in my insides, I have some happy pictures to share...happily! Heh heh.



THE choir gang. After the last night of performance. We come from different background, each and every one of us. Some of us are studying, some of us are working. But we always get together weekly and try to make memorable nights like this night a successful one.

The girls. All clad in white and black.

Mr. Ian. Our teacher for the past few weeks. He's a really nice man. Funny too. ;)

Heidrun Maria Hahn. A lovely lady from Germany. She's always smiling. Watching her is quite...wonderful. She makes me smile too. And besides, she's the alto soloist for the concert. Great voice.

The bass soloist, soprano soloist...and a small part of the choir.


All great things must come to an end. I'm quite glad with how the concert turned out. Everything went well. I'm quite looking forward to our next project. It's great fun even though we went through lots of obstacles. And of course, we reap what we sown.

this very long post...

SO! How was your Chinese New Year? For me, I had loads of fun. Long story short, I'm simply glad that Chinese New Year comes once a year. This year, it was indeed my busiest year EVER! Really...up, down, left, right...God, it was tiring! Never in my life had I ever felt so much energy being used up on Chinese New Year(s). Of course, more energy used does not mean more ang paus coming in. Ha ha! However, at the end of the day...all those tiring moments were worth it. I had fun. I definitely had fun.

Previous years, I had planned all sorts of ways and schemes just to avoid the celebration and those big crowds. This year, I kinda went with the flow and joined the crowd. And I enjoyed myself. Makes me feel like looking forward to every Chinese New Year now. I don't know where my dad uploaded the pictures but I will post it when I get them. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. Or so they say. I'll elaborate the story from there and then.

Okay. Let's fast forward to the present. I have an upcoming concert on the 16th and 17th of March 2007. It's Beethoven's Classic Concert. Here are the details:

http://www.litefm.com.my/05/showtime/music/default.asp

Click there, and read the first table you see. =D!
No, I'm not promoting the concert. Actually, I am. Oh whatever. Just in case some of you are interested. Apparently, someone tried to kill me when I didn't inform the person of whatever concert(s) I performed in. (Just joking) Lol!

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There's this question that I kept in my heart for so long...that somehow, I brought it up randomly during a conversation with my darling good friend today. It's a pretty common question, yet rare as well. The question is, what is love?

Apparently, I knew the answer before she could say anything. There IS no exact answer. It's different for each individual. For some, love can come crashing down on them. For some, love discreetly creeps up on them, slowly. For some, love blossoms through friendships or some sort. For others, it simply happens!!! I'm not quite sure I believe in love at first sight. I haven't actually experience it yet, but...for now, I don't think it's exactly true. My opinion today may change tomorrow when (who knows?) I suddenly find myself in a 'love at first sight' situation. As for now, I'll stick to my belief that it's quite unlikely to happen. Love at first sight. You 'fall in love' so quickly, you don't even know the person's name. If you're lucky, you might have found your one true love. If not...the object of your attention doesn't return your affection and leave you broken and tattered.

What about the term 'love is blind'? Is love really blind? Does love make us see things in such a way that it is actually flaws in others' eyes? My opinion (for now, again)...I don't think love is blind. Not to that extent. If love is indeed blind, we will never see the imperfect part of the person we love. The ironic part of this love business? When you love someone, you accept the person for who he/she is. You don't try to change him/her because he/she is imperfect the way he/she is. And that is also the same reason why you love him/her. So, how do you explain the term? How do you view it? How will you accept it? Goodness, I'm getting dizzy with all the "he/she, him/her". Ha ha!

This post is not at an end because my mind still unravels about the simplicity, yet complex state this topic is. Besides, it's late and I really do want to sleep...

Happy Chinese New Year~!

Just here to wish everybody a good, jolly Happy Chinese New Year! May you get lots of ang pows and lots of money! Have fun with friends and family members. Eat more, worry later. Enjoy yourself to the fullest this holiday. Peace out!

my mommy's birthday!

No, it's not today, if you are referring to the date above. It was yesterday. :) We celebrated at Chili's Grill & Bar Family Restaurant in KLCC. The food was good, my parents were happy, my sister was happy, I'M happy. Tee hee. Everybody is happy. Which is GOOD. However, we did not manage to finish the food. It was too much for a person. Well, that's unless you're a great eater. Not even I can finish the meal. Imagine.



Starters: Caesar Salad and Soup. Mushroom soup.



Monterey Chicken. Mom's meal.


Country Fried Steak. Dad's meal.



Lamb Shoulder. Sister's meal.


Steak and Something. Can't remember. MY meal! ;)


FOOD = divine.
Happy (Belated) Birthday, Mommy. *hugs* I'm glad she (mom) enjoyed the dinner. As well as the rest of my family. After all, I PAID for the dinner. ;) Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I have a special date. With the love of my life. The one I'll never forget for the rest of my life. *sighs dreamily...*

P/S: you know who you are.
P.P.S: Do you guys know who the person is? Try guessing. ;)

Why do Women Cry?

A little boy asked his mother,
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he asked God. He said,
"God,why do women cry so easily?"

God said,
"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God,
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the door way to her heart - the place where love resides."


I'm simply touched by this beautiful piece of story. Yes, I stole it from Friendster's Bulletin. I find it meaningful. So this is why women cry...

my first week in school

A new beginning. A new start. For me.

Monday.
Butterflies in my tummy. Nervous, excited...you name it. I have not felt like this for so long. Ever since my first day in school when I was 7. As sad as it sounds, I made my mom to come along with me. When I reached the school, I saw a girl sitting alone there. I didn't know what else to do since there was a notice saying "No parents allowed" or something. I was just standing there when the girl spoke to me. She asked if I was taking A Levels in this school. I was so relieved and launched into a conversation with her. I happily waved my mom goodbye and went towards the classroom with Shara (that's her name). It's even interesting to know that she's from Maldives. Lessons were great. Everything was quite different. In 3 hours, I've made friends with about 10 people. They come from all around the world,practically. Of course, some of them had been living in this country for the past few years. The rest of the day went on well. The teachers started teaching on the first day. Nice teachers.

Tuesday.
Made more friends. Lessons were fun and intriguing. Trying to get used to the environment. The day was great.

Wednesday.
Supposed to end at 9 am today. Unfortunately, our Bio teacher decided to replace a class today because she fell sick the day before.

Thursday.
I missed a Chem class in the morning!!! But it's not entirely my fault because our Chem teacher said the classes in the morning was for students taking the third unit. Heard myself being called crazy for copying notes during free period instead of fooling around with the new gang. Oh well. So be it.

Friday.
Lessons went well. Was copying questions for Chemistry in the Student's Room when a group of people surrounded me and loomed over my shoulder to see what I was doing. Again, I heard myself being called crazy. The day ended with a twist. A rather strange surprise of the week. *shudders*


Classes were really good. I've got no problem trying to understand what we're learning now. The only slight complication is trying hard to connect the knowledge with what I already know but...in Bahasa Melayu. But it's cool. Apart from being mistaken as a Korean and an Indonesian (and God knows what else is to come...), I'm getting used to it all. I'm gonna like my new life. *winks*

So...How was your week?