I Am Not A Quitter!

And I repeat this: I am not a quitter. If there's anything to fight about, I shall fight!, and that includes trying to beat KwanSeng at something. *nods determinely*

Anyway, I'M BAAAAACK!

I had a one day trip to Melaka, which was decided by my parents just an hour before leaving the house.

Things To Note During My Trip:

On The Way To Melaka, I-

1. ate Cuttlefish CrackerBalls.

2. wondered if there was going to be any fireworks today even though fireworks were banned (banned, right?) from this year's Merdeka Celebration.

3. planned my next blog post.

4. texted a lot (shame on me!)

5. felt really, really bored.

In Melaka, I-

1. had curry chicken pie for lunch. Omggggg it was so gooooooddd.

2. had a chance to wear my shades.

3. went for a stroll at the beach.

4. played with 1 month old puppies!

5. texted some more (shame, shame, shame)

6. gazed longingly at a white Vincci purse that my mom wouldn't buy for me.

On My Way Back From Melaka, I-

1. stuffed myself with plum strips.

2. wished Dad would turn the air-conditioner to a lower temperature.

3. listened to my iPod.

4. texted some MORE.

5. got a told off from Mom about the radiation of cellphones and to stop texting.

Back Home From Melaka, I-

1. realized something very unbelievable from Facebook.

2. was listening to the sound of illegal fireworks but everyone seems to be such a goody-two-shoes this year.

3. couldn't find as many people on Facebook as I did yesterday.

And with that I end my post.

Oh yes:

HAPPY MERDEKA.

Facebook Addict

I promised myself that I would study hard this holiday.

But it's the holidays and before I knew it I found myself sitting in front of the laptop and watching TV shows and BOOM! half the day was gone.

And so I went to the condo to get some distraction-free-study-hours time and I ended digging up every single DVD I could find to watch.

I am such a failure.

I Have No Idea What To Name This Post

I am definitely what most people would call a planner.

I plan things, though not obsessively. But, well, who on earth isn't a planner?

I'm just the kind of person who likes to plan an outline in her life. I like to gouge a pathway (even if it's just a sketch of the pathway) as to where I'm heading towards in the future. It gives me a sense of comfort and relief knowing that I'm not lost in the middle of nowhere, and that I at least have a road to walk on.

It's just like the whole which-university-should-i-go-to thing. Most people would go "Agh, you're just a Form 4. You've still got plenty of time to decide."

Which is quite true, I guess. But if you think about it. Being a Form 4 is just less than two years away from graduating, and to me that's like having less than two minutes to decide between buying a red dress of a blue one.

Okay that was a very lame example, and you probably don't get what I mean, because you're not Rachel The Life Planner. Not the Daily Planner, because I cannot stand planning every single detail of my life- that's not fun. But the Life Planner, as in I like to have an outline of my Life.

And just for the record, today is my Daddy's birthday, so:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! :)

Purple is the colour of royalty. Look it up.

:D

Bread and Olives

I've had 5 people so far today who told me I appeared in theSTAR newspaper.

I am honoured but at the same time not so honoured because that picture of me was a candid picture. UGHHH candid pictures.

Anyway, I want to congratulate both my erm, godbrothers who passed their driving test and now have their driving licences. So awesome! I have less about 8 more months until I can drive. Girls can drive at 17, right?

But until then my godbrothers can drive me around, as promised:

Chris: Btw, andrew n i passed our driving tests. he got his licence but mine is still on the way because of some complications.

Me: Yay! So you guys can like, drive me around?

Chris: Ya, bt I would prefer to drive a manual car.

Me: My mom has a manual car.

And there we've achieved an agreement, as you can quite see. :D

But that would mean they have to drive all the way from Kepong to my house to fetch me, which I am pretty sure that they wouldn't mind, seeing as they love driving.

8 more months, people! 8 more months. :)

Where The Wild Things Are

Okay I'm really not sure if Prince Simba is a male or a female.

Because at his/her age it's still quite hard to determine the gender. But it LOOKS like a male.

Well if it's not a male then I'll just call it Nala. :)

Sophie too actually. She LOOKS like a female, and if I assumed wrongly then we'll just pretend Sophie is some ancient French name for males. Awesome, right? :D

Well anyway, Prince Simba's going to the animal shelter tomorrow. :(

And it's really very sad, because I've gotten attached to him (I get attached to anything that I name), and I really really hope he gets a good patient owner.

And I hope I don't get any more stray/stranded kittens. No, not because I don't love them or anything (on the contrary I love kittens to bits) but it's because having stray/stranded kittens in my house under temporary custody means that there are cruel evil owners out there who doesn't even have the decency to make sure that their kittens get a good home.

Shit them. I'm sorry but really- shit them.

Oh yes, and my water bubble that swelled up as a result to my burnt finger just popped itself in school at the last period.

YUCKS.

PRINCE SIMBA.

Hello!

Just the other day Mom and I found this kitten under Mom's car. There was a long story about how we thought Mom nearly squashed it, but she didn't and the kitten's fine.

So we adopted the kitten- temporarily. Until Thursday where Mom'll have the time to send Prince Simba (that's the kitten's name) to the Animal Shelter.

That's the second kitten we've rescued so far this year. And they are ADORABLE. :)

Prince Simba is nothing like Sophie- our first rescued kitten- because:

#1: He meows. A LOT. About 15 to 30 times per minute.

#2: He's a male kitten.

#3: I think he's afraid of heights.

#4: He can run away and hide under tables and cupboards and boxes when you turn around for 5 seconds and turn back again.

Pictures as below: :DDDDD

And as my sister says, he brings out my maternal instincts.

Which, bytheway, I think is SO TRUE LOH. :)

Oh and if you're reading this, I want you to know that it's okay. :)

Letters From A Nut

I burnt my finger today. :(

At school. :(

My left hand ring finger to be exact. :(

Now there's like a red scar, like a scorch mark or something on my finger.

OMG! What if that marks stays there forever?

Then when I get engaged some day and when my fiance proposes to me on one knee and wants to put the engagement ring on my finger, he'll look at it and say "Honey, the ring can't fit because your finger is still swollen as it was XX years ago when you burnt you hand in high school."

AAAAAH! Not that that'll be a big problem because rings can be exchanged but the whole proposal will be RUINEDDDD.

OR what if the burnt mark brings me all the way down to my wedding day, and when my husband is about to put my wedding ring on my finger, he glances at my finger and says "Sweetheart, I just realized how red and ugly and swollen and fat your finger is."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

T_________________________T

Oh wait, I just examined my finger and realized that my burnt mark isn't red, it's more of a pinkish colour.

So then my husband will instead say, "Sweetheart, I just realized how pink and ugly and swollen and fat your finger is."

EEEEP! :(

But other than that, and another thing, I had a really fun time in school today reading my Letters From A Nut Scholastic book that I received just this morning when I found this parcel on my desk, which I heard arrived on Saturday and nobody even BOTHERED to bring it home for me for safekeeping and instead left it on my desk to rot (not that it did) for the weekend.

Bah.

Blank.

I shall not complain about it, because complaining doesn't make me a better person or anything.

So I shall just let it go, and enjoy the rest of my Sunday doing my bloody Civic project.

>FJADHSKJFHKJSBDF NQE)(U@(*$&am!!!!!!

Nothing Extreme, As You Said!

There's so such thing as pouring water on the ground and making the rain fall.

Okay maybe such theory exists, but pouring a smaaall blob of water on the grounds of the school field does not cause the sky to tear up.

It's all just a coincidence I tell you.

ALL JUST A COINCIDENCE.

We Shall Dominate The World!

I've been addicted to Youtube the past few days, it's a wonder how many weird and funny videos people upload there every second!

But also sad that sometimes, just sometimes, they don't have the video(s) that I was looking for.

Anyway, I think that raging teenager hormones sometimes push us (teenagers) into doing something that we haven't thought twice before doing. These hot-tempered actions put us into deadly consequences that we just might not be ready to deal with, and then we think back and realize that that was such a stupid move we made in the first place.

But I think regretting our actions are far beyond our reach at that moment (the moment where we have to deal with our deadly consequences) and the best thing to do is to find a way to solve it without trying to cause up big disturbances. But if big disturbances do somehow pop up, I feel the best way is to not be stressed out by it (haha, yeah right. But it's just an advice anyway) and just hold on to your dignity and find the best possible way to save the mistake that you made in the first place.

And as for why I'm blogging all this, for all you know I could be crapping. ;)

Burn My Body

I HAVE TAKEN A STEP CLOSER TO MY GOAL.

YES I HAVE, PEOPLE.

YES. I. HAVE.

:D

Correct Me If I'm Wrong.

Hello!

Boy have I got a lot to update!

Well, actually, maybe I don't have that much to update but a lot has certainly happened for the past few days! :D

On Sunday night there was Shu's Party, which was held in Souled Out and was totally awesome!

Party details shall be refrained from being exposed in this blog for a reason.

Oh and the very next day after the party, I had to wake up much earlier than usual to prepare myself for the Patriotic Month celebration. Brought my camera there too but didn't take any pictures at all.

My feet hurt so badly after the afternoon procession that I could barely walk! This is all the result of having to stand immovably straight wearing 2 inch plus heels for about an hour.

Okay fine I have pretty much nothing to update on this blog.

I think those people from the University of Sheffield are right. If I want to become what I hope to become in the future, I must be highly opinionated and I must have a higher self-esteem.

And so from now on I vow to change for the better! :)

Squeezing Limes

Here're a few things that I'd like to blog about:

Firstly and foremostly, on congratulating my sister CHELSEA, who has managed to kick her butt into the school's inter-class chinese debate competition finals even though she has no experience whatsoever in the formal art of debating but has had lots of chances to argue and negotiate in Monopoly. Which I bet it helps in the debate, right?

CONGRATULATIONS again! :)

As a dear sister I am always here for you in need of any support (any at all) and that I think you could really, really fulfill an awesome career in Law.

I wish I have your kind of brains.

Secondly, I went shopping on Wednesday after school with mommy, who bought me a 70 dollar pair of beige heels (which may not be that nice in the eyes of some) which are about 2 inches + high, and have been my first ever pair of high heels. Yes, that's right- all my life I've been wearing flip flops and sandals and flats and kitten heels but never once, high heels.

And so, I feel so grown-up and lady like and possibly- womanly. Haha!

Thirdly, I have figured out what to wear exactly for the Patriotic Month celebration with what shoes to match and everything. In short, I've planned how I'm supposed to look while parading the erm, parade? I just hope I don't look ghastly.

Fourthly, I feel so insecure about my future. As in my what-college-or-university-to-apply-to future.

Fifth, when I look at everyone around me and their talents, I feel like an utterly useless, talent-less loser.

That's all.

Too Much Too Good A Thing

I was searching the Internet and I came across digital Post-It notes like these:



Aren't they adorable? You can never get enough of the Internet, I tell ya!

Oh yes yes, before I forget (and I do keep forgetting), I'm an offical flag bearer of the Patriotism Month celebration for school! And I'll be wearing a Punjabi suit costume and heels. With makeup.
Haha! :D