The Most Exciting Moment Of My Life, Yet

RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!

SPM RESULTS ARE OUT TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

OMG!

That has been all I've been muttering since morning. I am shaking in my knees and my fingers are trembling as I type through this post.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a just a little bit there.

Save me please someone.

I suddenly lost confidence in myself, I suddenly feel that though I've worked so terribly hard to reach the stars, I won't get my straight A1's.

What if I didn't study hard enough?

Oh god...it's dreadful having to doubt myself over and over again.

I still am praying and hoping to get at least straight A's in regardless of whether they are A1 or A2.

Straight A's fall into my wide open hands. I know my palms are not that huge but if you aim sharp enough, it just will plop nicely into them.

I have this sudden inspiration of sleeping overnight at the temple. Wanna join me? :)

Wild Childhood Dreams

When I was a kid, about the age of five, I had big dreams.

Like really really BIG.

I used to think zoo keepers was cool.

Not this Zoo Keeper.

The real kinda zoo keeper.

You know, like Steve Irwin from The Crocodile Hunter?

I know Steve Irwin isn't a zoo keeper but you get my drift..

It is beyond me how, but Steve Irwin appears macho in the mind of a five year old.

Maybe it's the Aussie slang and how he says 'beauuutiful' all the time.

Back to the zoo keeper ambition,

I wanted to live with the giraffes and elephants.





Please correct me, is the right term a zoo keeper..? or zoologist?




Anyway, my point is, that I wanted to be with the animals of all kinds.

To live with nature.

I wanna bathe with the elephants.

Crawl with the sloths.


Swim with the penguins.

Ride on a sea lions.


Like every other kid, naturally, dreams, don't last long.
( I fear an elephant would trod on me with is huge wide feet )

My dream swerved into a different direction.

My dreams were still what you say..Huge?

I wanted to make poverty history.




Do you know,
about 25,000 people die every day of hunger or hunger-related causes.



This is one person every three and a half seconds.
Unfortunately, it is children who die most often.


Knowing that there are kids my age or younger, sleeping under a filthy bridge,
makes me squirm with guilt.



Seeing these kids,
I am somewhat disgusted by people who rather spend thousands on their dog,
which in return sleeps all day.




I told myself,
Someday, when I earn BIG bucks,
enough for myself and to support my uncontrollable spending habit.
I want to support the kids who live in poverty.




I will not, turn my head and ignore the donation boxes scattered in shopping malls.
I will not pretend to be suddenly interested in a dull conversation when volunteers come up to me asking for donation.


I will donate, very generously too.


I am inspired by Angelina Jolie to adopt a child.
The celebrity that adopted Maddox, Zahara, and Pax and Shiloh.



Remember,
poverty never takes a holiday.




People are clinging on to the very last twinkle of hope with the simple intention of catching another glimpse of tomorrow.


We are their hope.

Smarties

Is it possible to fall in love with a blog?

Coz I'm certainly very much in love with mine. Particularly the new blogskin :)

Who needs a man when there are blogs? Haha I sound so sadist back there.

I don't care what you think. You're not inside me. You're not walking in my shoes.

I, for one, have decided to give up the guilt. I can't do everything, and I don't want to.

And I should be expected to either.

Blogs certainly give you that sense of achievement and satisfaction while guys just leave you lost with a broken heart. The days of weeping into the pillow until sleep engulfs me are over.

:)

Dennis: Was I bad?
David: I don't care about any of that stuff. Look, this is just stuff.
[Drops a bowl]
Dennis: [Drops a bowl softly]
David: Come on! Break it like you mean it!
[Throws another bowl]
Davis: [Dennis throws some plates] Now that! Come on!

Quoted from the movie, Martian Child

Foolishly Repeating

It was, Weishya thought, looking out of her room window overlooking the back street with hints of fresh laundry and stray cats stretching out on the street, a perfect day for taking over the world.

Then, I sneezed. Pah, my fleeting notion of taking over the world vanished in a split second.

Today isn’t a bad day, no it isn’t bad at all.

Just seconds after I woke up, my phone bleeped indicating a new text. It said 'Szetoo, read page3 of The Star'. I guess you don't really need a brain to figure out what he meant by that. YES, SPM results are gonna be out on the 12th March! Thats just EIGHT scrawny days away.

"PETALING JAYA: The Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) and Sijil Tinggi Agama Malaysia (STAM) results will be released on March 12.
Education director-general Datuk Alimuddin Mohd Dom said students would be able to obtain the results after 10am from their respective schools.
“Private candidates will receive their results through the post,” he said in a statement released yesterday.
A total of 439,255 students sat for the SPM examination while 6,522 students sat for the STAM papers last year. Alimuddin said an analysis of the results would be announced on the same day."

I was a bundle of nerves the whole day. No kidding. I had to had to keep my stray mind occupied. I succumbed to scrubbing the toilet bowl until it shined and sparkled. Then I proceed to start packing for National Service. That was a failed attempt. I managed to gather only five oversized shirts into the very large suitcase. Still so much space la. Sigh.

Yesterday was alright, and the day before was absolutely fun. I don’t know what is wrong and maybe nothing is wrong at all. Then, why do I keep feeling like something is so wrong? Why does that feeling of something is seriously wrong keep tugging at me? Keep pulling me away from everything, keep asking me to listen to it? I am here now, so tell me what’s wrong?

The whole world is listening now, so tell them what’s wrong.

But I can't. It kept its mouth shut, its hands tied, its words all jumbled in a labyrinth. It is telling me to tell everyone that some things are not just as apparent as they seem. It wants me to tell you that maybe not every problem has a solution and it wants me to tell the whole wide world to just please leave it alone.

But no, I don’t want to leave it alone. It’s killing me inside inch by inch just thinking about it. I know there is a perfect term for it but I just couldn’t seem to pinpoint what exactly. . .

I've summed this up from the past weeks or so that sometimes it's nice to talk to different people. A group of people whom you normally don't see eye to eye on many aspects. They make you see things differently and they help you see things that you are blind to. And then you realize that everything you have can come and go, and at times you have to let it go.

Ps: Like my new template? :) heehee.

Life is like a long straight road. That main road will eventually branch out to smaller roads leading to other destinations. Those other roads are the decisions we make and the people we meet. The destinations they lead to are the situations we will experience by the decisions we made or the people we have met.
-Yap Yeow Chong

Pushiness

Today has been weird. Anomalous. Unusual. Odd. Why I'm feeling so, I'm clueless myself. It’s just one of those days. You know? Where appetite goes chaotic. I don’t have the urge to start a chat with anyone. (Pardon me for not replying texts) And the slightest things like an unwashed cup by the sink gets on my nerves. Maybe it’s PMS. Argh.

Anyway, here’s the peak point of my day. It’s quite hilarious actually.

The following banter/conversation was carried out in Mandarin /Cantonese/ Hokkien (I can’t make different between them) from her side and English on mine, but for the sake of my embarrassment regarding the standards of my Mandarin /Cantonese/ Hokkien, it will be reproduced, to the best of my ability, in simple English.

Cina Lady: Ah Girl, where are you?
Me: Hello?
Cina Lady: Where are you?
Me: I'm sorry, who are you looking for?
Cina Lady: Now what time already? Where are you?
Me: *keeps silent*
Cina Lady: Hello? Eh, still there or not?
Me: Ah? Hello? I think you got the wrong number la.
Cina Lady: Where is Ah Girl, I want to talk to her?
Me: No, seriously, I'm not who you think I am and you have the wrong number. Bye.

Then the phone rings again. Annoyed, I pick it up.

Cina Lady: Eh, I know who you are, I listen to your voice and I already know! You are her classmate right?
Me: *stammers* I have no idea what you're talking about and who you want to talk to, but you have the wrong number.
Woman: Eh, don't play! I'm getting angry already! Where are you?
Me: Huh? What?
Cina Lady: I'm angry! Where is Ah Girl, I know who you are!
Me: Er...? But, but…
Cina Lady: Ask Ah Girl come back now, I'm waiting for her.

Then I hung up. And switched off my phone until now.

She gets 5699330 points for persistence and stubbornness.

On a random note..

Here's 3 things I would do if I were a DVD seller:
1. Not lie to customers about clarity or non-clarity of DVDs
2. Watch all the movies I peddle so I can give worthwhile/sensible opinions when customers ask me “Eh this movie nice ah?”
3. Dye my hair blonde, just because I can. Hah!