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?