SElamat Pagi!
So one paper down, another 7 to go. I just cannot wait for it to be over!
And i just have to say this, the weather has been so good in Malacca,all cloudy,windy and cold, which perks my mood up to study really:)
Too bright, i'll be very sluggish and erm..feeble?
haha..neways, lucks to all those STPM-ers!


P/s;very random post, for the fun of updating:P

Ola!
Exams on Thursday, with bio paper 2 being the first.
you know, its funny how after dreading about it for such a long time, its all coming to an end.
NO more wearing unifrom, no more waking up before the sun even rises, no more prefectship, no more having recess with friends, no more hanging out during free periods, no more Malacca.
I never thought i'd be saying this, but i'm gonna miss it. A hell lot.
Form 6 was something i never considered to do after SPM and look where i am. its funny how things work at times.
I've been through a lot of shit, but somehow, i'm really glad i have amazing friends to back me up. Lower 6 was difficult. Not because of the new environment, but because of a lot of stuff i had going on then and Vanitha was in KL. Being partners in crime for so long, it was a struggle because i thought i had to go through the whole-make new-friends phase. BUT i was wrong. So many of them were so friendly and I'm glad to have met each and everyone of them. I will be blogging bout this again. A proper one.
Before I end,
I just wanna say that people ought to be more sensetive towards other people's feelings before making a judgement, or passing a comment, or spreading rumours, because it may sound juicy at that point of a time and your having a good laugh about something or someone, but you will never know how it feels until you yourself have felt it.
But then again, some will never learn. Eitherways, believing that "karma's a Bitch" makes me feel so good(and i'm bloody sure i'm not the only one:P).
:):):)

I'm blogging from the public library. Yes, i know i'm suppose to be studying but my mind is freaking saturated.
So, as all of you guys know, exams next week and quite honestly, I'm not ready.
I'm losing focus at the moment which is bad(not now,just not now), thus, im blogging.
When you are staring at the same page for 15 minutes reading the same lines, you gotta admit your mind is simply not absorbing the facts.
Though i have to admit, studying bout blastula formation and gastrulation is indeed intriguing.Its during the placenta formation that I switched off. Ah well, I'll just get Sanjiv to teach me later.
I'm tired, but i cannot tido which is again bad, so i spoke to my cousin in Australia and he suggested breathing exercises. felt so yogaish:). I suppose it helped, so thanks Abi!
Im just very confused at the mo with a lot stuff. I suppose I have to take Thong's and Black's advice with going with the flow:). After STPM, i'm gonna straighten out a lot of things.
On the bright side, I got my hands on Jay Sean's new song!!!! (shuddup Sanjiv:P)
Haha:)

-shob-

SLow Dance


This is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer.



She wants to see how many
people get her poem.



It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.



This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital



It was sent
by

a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement
AFTER THE POEM.




SLOW DANCE

Have you ever
watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so
fast

Time is short.

The music won't
last



Do you run through each day

On the
fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the
reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your
bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through
your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so
fast

Time is short.

The music won't
last



Ever told your child,

We'll do it
tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good
friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance
so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't
last



When you run so fast to get somewhere

You
miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry
through your day,

It is like an unopened gift...

Thrown away.

Life is not a
race

Do take it slower

Hear the
music

Before the song is over.