Hunting for Baju Kurung

It is stated in the offer letter that i have to wear a WHITE baju kurung when I register myself at the Institute.... So, my mum drove me down to town to nuy one... From evenin until night we have searched in various shops but there was no White ones... It was a tiring work.... In the end, my mum decide that we will have to make one.... Bother, bother.... now I have to wear baju kurung nearly everyday in the campus... Jeans and round collar T-shirt are not allowed... That's my life for the one and the half years from now...

The Farewell Party

We went out for the last time... This was a farewell party... I've been to many, parted with many friends... And now, I was the one who will be leaving soon... It's quite the common type of hanging out in some cafe, chat about any topic.... Leaving without any sad feeling....

Still, I seem to miss them already.... We went to the same beach after dinner... (near Mumbai Restaurant).... walking along the beach, just simply enjoying the scenery, enjoying the moment together.... There was no night breeze tonight, B po said that maybe it is because i am leaving soon, the beach is 'sad'... That's why it use this silence to express that it was sad... (Haha, childish talk again)....

Let this night be another sweet moment that I will keep in years to come... Let it be the moment that represents my youthful and carefree teenage life.... Life will never be the same again, everyone is growing up at such and alarming rate.... By the time we meet again, we will be young adults.... Time is unstoppable and irreversible... Gone is the sweet sixteen year (not sweet at all)... and the sweet seventeen... sweet eighteen is going soon too....

Eat DOTA, Drink DOTA, Sleep DOTA.....

Grabbed this photo from their frienster....Haha...sure playing DOTA...

Just now, I asked the guys to join me for a last match of badminton tomorrow before I leave the state.... They didn't reply my message for a long time.... Feeling impatient, I called up one of them...Guess what, his answer is "Hey, sorry la... busy playing DOTA, no time to reply you, I guess all the others are also the same because they are playing DOTA with me now, can't talk dy, bye..." There was a clicking sound and the line went dead...

Those guys had caught a severe DOTA game illness (incurable).... The weird thing is they are less interested in any football match... Ask them about the final match between Spain and Germany during the recent EURO Cup, and their answer was " Emm, you look it up in the papers lar, we didn't watch, were playing DOTA"... They were crazy about it (I've forgotten when the trend had started, maybe it was two or three years back)...

I do not think that they are crazy about it... They were simply obsessed... Every time the topic that they would be chatting about is DOTA... The characters in the DOTA... This somebody so and so did the silliest move... Some other were nobs in their tactics... Bla bla bla... There was an endless list of subtopics in the DOTA...

Even after every badminton match at the court, they will sit down to rest and start to pour out stories about DOTA... At the coffee shop, anywhere any time... We, girls were always bored out by their topics ( maybe because we never played it)... Even though they are physically six formers at the present, they are still children at heart (Are guys always like this)...

Even my cousin's husband was also one of those DOTA 'addicts', but at least not so serious... I am quite curious what makes this DOTA so special until all the guys are 'mesmerized' by it?

I had saw some kind of topic in the newspapers... It states about distracting the drug addicts from their craving for drugs by introducing computer games for them to occupy their time... Some did cure from the addiction thanks to this method... Maybe some part of the guys' brains are sensitive to computer games... It seems to be replacing the addiction for drugs using the addiction on computer games...

So, I conclude that guys must best be leave alone when they are playing the DOTA thing...

Back to School?

High school graduation day



The grand title



My friends




Went hospital visiting(Interact Club)

I went back to my high school today to get the principals signature on certain documents... Time really flies... I feel as if I had just stepped into this school as a first former (that was five years ago)... Now, I am going to leave this school for good... There are many fond memories contain in each and every corner of this school... Those corridors, those stair cases ( which I had to climb to get to my classes), the library, the canteen, the football field... The list is endless... I will surely miss it...

As I was walking to the Principal's office, my juniors called out to me... I was really glad that they still respect me even though I am no longer the chairperson of the school library... It was quite unbelievable that those juniors who were once first and second formers had grown into tall fourth formers... I really miss all the camps and activities that I had participated in.... Looking back, I feel that the time I spent in high school is not wasted as I had learned and gained a lot...

High school life is always exciting for me... I learn how to study had to achieve my targeted marks, meet new friends and seniors... During those moments, I experience a lot of the 'side effects' of growing up... First crush on someone ( or rather my first puppy love), first heart break when the one I admire had gotten himself a girlfriend, first conflict, first time responsibility....
Those wonderful moments will be buried deep in my heart...( perhaps leave a little scar)....

My my, to tell you the truth, I like my high school more then my primary school life... There are lots of activities to participate in during my high school years.... Getting chances to go for the national club conference ( Interact Club), Pahang leadership camp, Bengkel BSS.... I had a whale of time participating in these activities....

Next, the gatherings and preparations to organise an activity ( Kem Interaksi, Food Fair, Orientation, Kem Kursus, I.U Camps).... I thoroughly enjoy myself these few years...

Coming back to the present, I realised that those moments were temporary... It's all over... these remain as reminiscence.... I really wish that time can be turned back... but sadly it can't....

I have to move forward from now onwards carrying all my memories...Hope for the best to come in my future... University life, here I come....

Eating Kua Ci (Sunflower seeds)...

Mum had bought a packet of Kua Ci... Uhhh, it has quite a peculiar smell ( not any Kua Ci smell I had smelled before... Soon after that I found out that it was the coconut flavour that gives it the 'unique' smell(no big deal, man)... Okay, soon after that, both of us sat in front of the idiot box, waiting for the six o' clock TV reality show... Mum had some sort of craving for those sunflower seeds... Even before the show had started, she had cut open the plastic packing, scooped a handful, and started cracking the seeds with her teeth...

To tell you the truth, I always avoid eating those seeds since I was young... I had tried umpteen times to crack open the outer seed (or shell or whatever it is called)... The result is always the same... I ended up grinding the seeds to fragments(including the edible parts).... swt...-_-!''

Some sort of inner power draws me to try again today... I took some of the seeds from mum ( she gave me a surprise look)... " Okay mum, just let me give it a last try..."
I was quite determined to get the whole piece of the edible part without smashing it to pieces... holding it in between the upper and lower jaw (and in between the front teeth), I tried....

And miraculously, the outer shell cracked open nicely...Wow, this is the first time I got the 'flesh' as a whole, not as fragments.... I cracked a few more, but this time, the outer shell got stuck in between my teeth... Oh my god, that was painful... I pluck it out with my hands (ewww...), the edible part was also soggy with my saliva (sounds disgusting huh?)... That hinders me from anymore attempts to eat Kua Ci... Guess what happen to my fron teeth? It was separated from each other with a small opening in between...

That push out all my desire to master the Kua Ci eating skill...That's it... No more Kua Ci eating for me... Oh well, I think I'l never master the skill this whole life... i do not have any 'yuan' to eat it, though it seems quite easy for others...

A Little Aggressive...

As we know a blog is a personal web page where we shared our feelings, jot particulars of things or incidents which caught our attraction. It speaks of our mind and indirectly reflex our personality. There are many blogs that are pleasant and well-written. But there is one particular blog which I do not quite fancy. I do not deny the fact that the blogger is a well-read linguist, yet the type of attitude he/she carries shows in his/her posts...
It was written in a very typical arrogant manner. There was a 'Oh, I am very clever and popular, everyone loves me' style about his/her blog. Surprisingly, it was quite popular with a few hundred over viewers, though to me, I feel that it belittles the viewers. Not even a little respect is showed to its viewers. The blog has a sort of authority impression about it with a 'all of you are dumb (blond es or not), I am the superior' sense hanging in the atmosphere.
Have you ever feel uncomfortable when reading one's blog even though it flourishes with all the 'wonderful & exciting' posts. (excluding any blogs which insults you in person, or posts which are meant specially to degrade and degenerate you). This is the first time I had ever experience such feelings. I'll never visit that blog again...ever...
Bloggers (In my opinion) should show some respect for viewers... An ideal blog should contain all the elements that could bring out the joy of reading one's blog, sharing thoughts, experiences, and moments on any possible topic that could be mentioned on earth....
If you want popularity gaining in the blogging world, fine, just go on with it...There is nothing wrong with it... The only thing is - Please show some respect by just being a little humble...
Putting myself in his/her shoes, I think I could guess what he/she had in mind. Only one word appear in my mind-glamour... I wonder, is it so glamorous when a blogger treats the viewers like" hunger beggars who crave for more 'royal posts' from the emperor/empress?" this is insulting, and it is a really slutty (I can't believe I used this word) thing to do...
That's it, I'll shut up my mouth for now putting a full-stop to this blogger's topic... I do not want my mind to be the blogger's domain any longer...

To all viewers: I hope that everyone of you would cultivate this blogging habit as it has countless benefits, but I hope that all of you will fulfill a small and humble request of mine, please be a humble blogger(don't make your viewers look like suckers), when you blog, you actually share, not 'stupid-ise' (Okay, I create that word ) them...

P/S: This blogger I had mentioned early is NOT a somebody in Student Malaysia Forum....(They are all great and respectable bloggers) Anyway, I'm sure that the particular blogger I'd mentioned will never view my blog as he/she is too busy 'glamorizing' his/her blog....
Happy blogging everyone.... :P

Missing the garden...

This is the long beans planted by my dad...

Since 2 pm in the afternoon, loud rumbles of the thunder were heard now and then... The atmosphere was threaten with a soon-to-occur thunderstorm... The wind howled outside the door...Leaves were swept up by invisible hands of the wind... No sound was heard... Not even a chirp from the birds...

After having my lunch, I stepped outside... Strangely, the wind had turned into a breeze... The smell of soil has risen... It was so fresh, so close, so familiar.... I have not been out with nature for a long time....

I could still remember the times when I had gotten myself dirty while scooping up soil and playing with it... ( Actually I was pretending that I was gardening just like dad)... Well, i did pull out some weeds, though I'm not strong enough to clear the whole plot (though it's quite small).^^!"

Sometimes, I did a bit of fun digging... Discovering earth worms, white grubs... The earth smells so refreshing...( do not smell the soil if you're staying in the city, those might have been polluted..) I love to replace the old infertile soil in flower pots with new soil rich with organic matter (It's the remains of burnt twigs + weeds + branches burnt by my dad)... Somehow small flowering plants do not grow well in the pots... their roots grew through cracks beneath the flowerpots grasping the soil under the flower pot... In the end, those flowerpots were impossible to be moved... (til last year)... Haha...

I did help dad to cultivate a few types of veggies though, such as tapioca, papaya trees, banana trees, lady's fingers, tomatoes, etc... That was five years ago... I had not being gardening for whole 5 years.... All the exams, homework, tuition left me with no time for that... I hope to do it again soon....