Friday, November 27, 2009
Take a chance and take it easy
Hi,
First and foremost, Happy Eidhul Adha to all Muslims. Don't you just love the festive seasons? I know I do. I mean c'mon, what is there not to like about 'em? First, there's the food. Then, it's the moolahs! Although some festive seasons do not include money. Sad, but true. Being an SPM candidate, I was only allowed to celebrate until noon. Then, it was back to the usual brain drilling session. I even had to attend Biology class after lunch, which totally killed the festive mood. But if that's what it takes to get those A+s, I'm fine with it then. On a bright side, I still get to eat alot. So all was good :)
On a different note, sister invited me to join her watch New Moon yesterday. I was reluctant in saying yes, at first. But after much persuasion, I gave in and called Mom. She told me that I was big enough to make my own decision. So I asked Silly Boy to join us as well. And boy, was I glad that I did tag along? Yes, indeed. Taylor Lautner is officially the new Sex God! (I still Love you, Chuck Bass) Plus, the movie was amazing although most parts caused me to tear up. Can't wait for Eclipse :)
Getting the chance to gaze upon your pretty face after so long,
was definitely a bliss.
Gotta run, see you around ♥
23:14
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
My career path was much more exciting when I was five.
Good day!
If you think you can do it, you can. If you think you can't, you're right- Henry Ford
The taste of freedom have finally reached the tip of my tongue. Before long, I would be smothered by it. They say that time flies when you are having fun. Little did I know that it works both ways, that time do fly too when you least expect it to. The fact that I've sat for a total of fourteen papers still seems surreal. Now it's down to the last three subjects, the three subjects that I fear the most. Biology, Physics and Chemistry. Can't you feel my heart accelerating? Well, maybe I'm just suffering from post Additional Mathematics syndrome. That one nearly broke me into pieces, for the second time. But I'll be fine. My only aim now is to ace the last nine papers and at the same time pray that I've done well for the other fourteen. On a different note, my next paper won't be until Monday. Hello, bed! And of course books, obviously. On a much different note, the reality show called Bang Bang Boom finally aired our episode. God forbid, that was the funniest shit! My dignity is now officially gone, gone with the wind. On a bright side, at least our stunts looked cool. Which is definitely a plus! If you didn't manage to catch it, good for you :)
I almost forgot. Something came for me in the mailbox today, from Mag. It was a Good Luck letter. I am deeply touched by how good of a friend she is. One of the many reasons I Love her ♥ Plus, I finally received the Graduation photo. And boy, it's huge. I wonder where I'm going to hang it. My room is already a mess as it is, yikes!
I'll be heading to bed soon, so that I can wake up before the Sun does (which I doubt so) and make myself some Nutella-filled crepe with slices of bananas for breakfast! Can't remember the last time I had that, probably ages ago. I'll be around :) Sweet Dreams, xx
Three weeks without seeing your pretty face,
I still don't know how I'm going to survive another two weeks.
♥
22:44
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thanks for colouring my life
Dear Love,
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. What I know is that, I treasure both sides.
Seventeenmonthsandcounting ♥
♥,
Your girl
Your girl
19:17
Friday, November 20, 2009
I hear thunder, but there's no rain
Hey Loves,
Gratefulness is the key to a happy life that we hold in our hands.
Three days of battle has passed and I am glad to say that I am still in one piece. Although History almost broke whatever I still have left in me, I still managed to pick up the tiny pieces and moved on. And that's what I'm currently doing, moving on. What's done is done. God knows what's best for me and if He thinks that I should fail in order to succeed, then be it. I have given my best, although my best is not that much. Contrary to popular belief, I am actually pretty calm right now. In fact, I think most of us are at ease at the mo', since we have parted ways with History. The next paper would only be on Monday, so I can take this two days off to relax my brain. Fret not, some brain drilling sessions will be thrown in between, of course. On a different note, that would be eight papers down, fifteen left to endure. Time really do fly, si? The next thing I know, I would probably be behind my wheels, cruising along the highway, SPM being the least of my concern. That'll be the day, ah yes.
I think I might have been struck by the SPM curse (not that there are any). The night before it all begun was a total nightmare. I vomited twice and my tummy hurt like friggin' hell. Mom gave me a total of six jabs and I was put on drip the rest of the night. So I pretty much had only two hours of shut eye. But luckily, all was good the next day. But not for long. I'm currently suffering from an allergic reaction. God forbid, I look like I've been abused, I kid you not! As far as I'm concerned, I'm not allergic to anything. Which makes everything slightly odd. Maybe I've been put on a test by God, who knows. If that is so, I shall endure all of this with grave patience then :)
I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.
Till then, Hearts ♥
17:17
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Ola!
This text came out for SPM's English summary.
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he had told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.It had been a year since Safiya, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger,frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Safiya now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her."How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted, she knew the painful truth her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Safiya's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Meraj. Meraj was an Air Force officer and he loved Safiya with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Meraj's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.Finally, Safiya felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Meraj volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Safiya and fulfilled Meraj's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Meraj realized that this arrangement was not working - it was hectic, and costly. Safiya is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Meraj predicted, Safiya was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I am blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you are abandoning me."Meraj's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. Meraj promised Safiya that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Meraj, military uniform and all, accompanied Safiya to and from work each day. Meraj taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. Meraj helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her and save her a seat. Meraj made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together and Meraj would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Meraj knew it was only a matter of time before Safiya would be able to ride the bus on her own. Meraj believed in her, in the Safiya he used to know before she would lost her sight, who was not afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit. Finally, Safiya decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Meraj, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. Safiya said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly and Safiya had never felt better. Safiya was doing it! She was going to work all by herself! On Friday morning, Safiya took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Sister, I sure envy you."Safiya was not sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Safiya had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?" The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky woman." Tears of happiness poured down Safiya's cheeks. For although she could not physically see him, she had always felt Meraj's presence. Safiya was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe - Gift of Love that can bring light where there had been darkness.
*Only the names had been changed and maybe some not so important parts had been cut off.
It deeply moved me, I teared up while in the midst of reading this. Thank god the invigilators did not ask why.
Be back, soon!
Be back, soon!
23:47
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It's all down to this, let's get on with it.
Hi!
Time to put on my boxing gloves and fight like a bitch!
Pray for me, Loves ♥
I miss you, boy. It's true.
I'll be back soon, sooner than you think. 16:56
Give me the chocolate and nobody get's hurt.
Hey,Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.
It has finally reached the point where I don't even know what to do anymore. I need to breath, yet at the same time, I feel like I still don't know everything there is to know. Which totally suck because frankly, I was hoping that I would know everything by now. Scratch that, I should know everything by now. Deep breaths, now. This ain't the time to cram everything anymore, I would just upset my brain even further. So, time to relax. And let God decide what's best for me because after all, He's the only one who knows what's best for everyone. Hang in there, brain. This will all end soon. That, I promise you.
I am busy at the mo'.
Busy loving you.
G'Night ♥ Busy loving you.
00:00
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The break is over, time to take over
Hello,
Don't ask what the meaning of life is. You define it, yourself.
I have suddenly lost the mojo to study. The fact that the battle is just two days away doesn't make it any better. For reasons unbeknown to me, I felt extremely nauseas the whole day. To say that I don't eat enough would be a total lie because frankly, I eat more than I usually do, given that my brain needs the extra glucose to function at it's maximum. Plus, I do exercise regularly. Maybe not as much as I am used to, but given the limited amount of time, I think it's rather sufficient. Might just be the stress acting on me.
I should take a moment, to just breath.
That feels so good :)
Even when the sky is falling down,
You'll be my only.
You'll be my only.
♥
22:48
Saturday, November 14, 2009
My dreams are in the palm of my hands
Hi,Success is never permanent, Failure is never the end -I've no idea who
I'm gonna keep this as short as possible since I've promised myself that I'll be in bed by midnight. This will go on for the next four weeks, till the battle ends that is. Which reminds me, the big day is three days away! But let's not call it 'the big day' now, shall we? Because frankly, the first thing that comes to my mind when those exact words are being said, is the day when I would be walking down the aisle. To the man of my dreams, of course. Anyway, no time for those kind of silly thoughts now. Time has become something rather precious these days, mind you. Twenty four hours in a day suddenly seems so friggin' short, no kidding. But this will all end very soon. Patience is virtue, they say. I'll be holding on to that :) I am glad to say that I've finally finished revising two years worth of History. But it's frustrating that I still can't get my facts straight, I keep mixing everything together. My timeline is all over the place and I can't recall every single person who've created History. There are just too much! People should really stop creating History, then life would be so much easier. Or not, depends on how you see it.
See, I tend to break my promises nowadays. I promised to make this short, but it looks like I've written a novel (exaggerating a little bit). Plus, I promised that I'll be in bed by midnight. Look where I still am at the moment (and probably for another half an hour, at the very least). Guess that's my cue, G'Night!
P/S : Round two of History coming right up. Tomorrow, that is.
The man of my dreams, You.
Sweet dreams ♥
23:48
Friday, November 13, 2009
Where are we gonna be when we have turned twenty-five?
Ola,Never say 'I have failed'. Say 'I have not yet succeeded' -the family of Sri Aman.
That was it. The last day of High School. Probably the best day of High School, I kid you not. Getting our school uniforms signed on was a chaotic event. Sharpies flying all over the place, friends drawing on your bust and vajayjay, teachers giving you the look, plus sprinkles of laughters here and there. How can that not be fun? In the midst of all those craziness, we were reminded that we still need to use our school uniform for another three weeks. Without missing a beat, vulgar words came rolling out from each and everyone's tongue. For a second only, mind you. Then we were back at it, with a little added chaos. To top it all, I had the most amazing time with the first class company of my favourite girls, after the chaos had alleviated. We locked ourselves in the car and started goofing around, all four of us. With some deep and meaningful conversations in between, as per usual. Post-SPM activities have been planned, ie shopping for prom dresses, driving class that was put on hold, shopping escapades with the girls, roadtrips with the girls+lads, Prom Night itself and etc. Boy, I sure can't wait! Twenty five days till we can drink to the sweet taste of freedom.
Pictures, when I get them :)
On a different note, the battle is four days away. I am down to the last three chapters of History. Then, it's gonna be round two of 'cramming two years worth of History'.
Pray for me, Loves ♥
Buenna Notte,
23:07
