Everything appears to have happened yesterday..
From entering Form 6 up to sitting for STPM and everything else in between..
Time has a way of arranging things..
SO that it appears as though it was just yesterday that something has happened..
and before you know it..time flies..leaving you with memories of the good and bad..
each with a unique way of making you who you are today and who you are gonna be in the future..
I'm still in shock and disbelieve that results is out tomorrow, but seriously, what's the point right?
I will just have to accept whatever the outcome is tomorrow..
But I must say I'm a lot calmer than I was compared to the time I was expecting for my SPM results
SO ya..let's just wait and see..
As long as it's good enough for me to do psychology, I'll be pretty darn happy I guess.
Good luck everyone:)

Perhaps it's time for an update, God knows I need one:)


So yes, I'm back in Malacca after 44 days of spending my precious holidays in Kuala Lumpur.

44 AMAZING DAYs

and now I'm back here.
I just wanna collect my results, meet up with my friends , then chiow back there.
I really am not in the mood to go into details right now.
About what I expect for results, Gods, I really don't know.
Im freaking out and staying calm at the same time.
I have 2 very contradiciting personalities.
And i'm not making any sense now.

P/s: I really miss my siblings and it's only been a day :(

arriverdechi

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.


She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives At the year's end Rose finishe d the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

GOt this off facebook and thought that it's too good not to be shared=)

The flu is back to haunt me!
Yes, after 2 weeks of being in KL, I caught a flu. Why flu? I hate FLU! I feel so weak and useless..adoi..

Neways, so far everything has been good..applied for emcee-ing here and there, hopefully it works out, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I've always had a liking for the entertainment field but never really gave much thought to it. Having two members of my family in the industry, I learn that apart from the fame and attention and popularity, the amount of hard work one has to put in is stupendous, not forgetting the sacrifises they have to make .So now i'm having major indecision about my career choice. I grew thinking that I really wanted to be a doctor. Towards the end of form 6, I was leaning towards pyschology and now I have other plans in mind. Ergo, this situation leaves me confused and when I'm confused, i get irritated very fast. Ah well, Hopefully it all turns out good.

Apart from that, I went to visit my 2 month old niece yesterday who is oh-so-adorable with big big huge eyes(after me of course=) )

Lately I've been reading a lot of books by Indian authors. I love books by Indian authors reason being I can relate to what's written. Sorta lenghty to explain and I'm too lazy to do so=)

Here's a list of books I'll be reading for the next few days:

1.Passion and Poppadoms by Nisha Minhas
2.(un)arranged marriage by Bali Rai
3. Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat

Also, I would recommend you book lovers to read Chetan Bhagat's 2 states=)


That's all for now folks!
Arriverdechi

Tomorrow marks the first week of me being in KL. It's been a pretty okay so far, minus here and there, it's been good. The thing is, being in KL was a sort of an escape, a much need retreat from all the drama back home. This one week feels like being in someone's else shoes that it scares me..prolly because it's been a little too normal for me? I dunno.I'm just saying.

I miss my fellow Malaccan friends. The week before I went to Kl was spent mostly by going out with my bunch of assholes=)
Partly I felt guilty for going away but they were sweet to understood as to why I had too. Since we could't meet up for New Year's Day itself, Nick, Chai, Jiv,his sister and I went for a movie(Did you hear about the Morgans) and we were laughing so loud and there was only like what;10 people in the theatre.
Then the next day Jiv,his sis and I pergi makan Satay Celup at the newly renovated Happy Satay(that is the shops name, weird)near my place. Not much variety though. And of course, Jiv went bald..adoi..good luck with it growing back fast=)
Wednesday Nick and I went to Mcd for lunch and that ass was showing off his newly dyed hair(read his blog la eh). But I have to admid, it was worth the money as the tint was perfect=) Thank his lucky stars it didn't turn out to be like the bleached sorta blonde,whatever u wanna call it la..otherwise end up looking like ah beng=)

Since Ping is busy with work, Pras has some stuff on and I had no transport, we didn't get the chance to meet up before I left, but it's all good because I chatted with Pras on msn literally for the whole day for the past one week(excuse the exxageration)
I'm yet to call Ruen Ping..she busy ma..tak mau kacau
MY English is going down the drain looking at my post,Ah well..I am malaysian after all, so it's excusable.

Vanitha's busy with exams so tak boleh kacau her though i flood her FB wall with mindless "i have too much free time on my hands" quizzes (so she said)

Next week will be pretty busy because I'll be joining my bro already so I'm really sorry if I appear out of touch for a while and can't reply texts or can't pick up you calls or can't make calls..but I'll make it up lah ya =)

OOO..2mr or technically today la, I'll be watching avatar again, this time 3-D..Booyah!!

Now, I'm off to watch the other half of Forgetting sarah Marshall..so goodnight!

Arriverdechi

It’s a euphoric feeling to be able to smell after recovering from a rather nasty flu.(of course, it's just starting for me) Well, nasty would actually be an understatement. I would seriously prefer to swallow two aspirins and sleep over a fever than catching flu. It’s just annoying to be sneezing and sniffing and snorting and it’s rather disguisting and irritating. Allow me to further elaborate on the word disguisting and irritating in terms of flu. Where shall I start now?

Could it be the water running down your nose? Could it be that exactly at that moment, you ran out of tissues and have to tilt your head backwards and cover your nose with your hand, walk around the classroom, asking your friends for tissues? Or when they see your snot and go like “Eeeeew, that’s disguisting”. (Very thoughtful, thank you very much., I suggest you don’t say another word unless you have a piece of tissue or I swear I will make sure you get a really, really nasty flu and I will be the harping on how disguisting is it to see water running down your nose instead.)

Or could it be the ‘beautiful’ colour changes your phlegm exhibit from white, to a cloudy precipitate, to a light shade of yellow, to a darker shade of yellow, to green throughout the flu phase(yes, it is indeed divided into phases, which I will have the pleasure of explaining later)

Or could it be the part whereby after you recover, you realize that your room is worst than a rat’s cage thanks to the contribution of the phlegm filled tissue.(which for no apparent reason is at every unimaginable corner in the room, considering the fact that you were on the bed. A matter that ought to be investigated).

Or could it be when your nose turns all ‘rudolphy’, meaning as red and big as Rudolph’s nose. For the super ignorant ones, let me enlighten you. Heard of Santa at the very least? Yes, it is indeed the big, fat man who slides down your chimney(which I’m still trying to figure out how he does considering the fact that he is, well, you know, pudgy) on Christmas eve to leave you presents in exchange for the cup of milk and cookies you leave him(sorry to say darlings, nothing is ever free in this world) Call me sadistic, but I am not to be blame. It’s the flu which has caused me to be a different person.

As I was saying before I drifted, Santa’s means of transportation happens to be a sleigh which is powered by flying reindeers.(yes, and they say there’s no such thing as magic) One of the reindeers’ name was Rudolph who was apparently exiled from any sort of reindeer games due to his big, fat, red nose until Santa found out that he was really useful when it came to a foggy Christmas eve.(do listen to the song “Rudolph the red nose reindeer” to understand further because as I have said, the flu have made me a very sadistic person) So yes, as I’ve mentioned, Rudolph had a big, red nose and that’s exactly how your nose turns when you catch a flu, or rather the flu catches you. Big, fat and red.

And of course, the stages, how can that ever slip my mind. First, you feel like sleeping the whole day, as though your high on cocaine and you feel drowsiness at an extreme level and as afore mentioned, all you want to do is fall asleep regardless of where you are.(although, I prefer to be bundled up in my comforter). Then the next stage would be where you feel cold regardless of the external temperature being 100 Celsius. This is the part where your snot is more liquid than tap water itself. Need I say more?


Anyways,apart from flu:
1. I watched Avatar(finally) and it was bloody brilliant
2. I would have enjoyed it more if it wasn't for the flu and was stubborn to drink coke despite my mum warning me not too
3. I'll be of to KL tomorrow and will be there approximately till results are out
4. I'm not done packing because the clothes are still drying and because of the stupid rain(which i usually love),it's taking a longer time. Not good,because i'm leaving early 2mr, so I have to be up early 2mr=(.
5. Next post, from kl=)

Arriverdechi!