its the weekend again and i'm going to make full use of it. to finish my theatre stuff, cas forms and biology lab reports and hopefully get to play touch rugby tmr.
other than that, i just have to wait for next week till i become one again. minnnnnn, don't let papa kick you outta the house okay, u gotta make me study! june is the month of the yearrrr! mummy and daddy will celebate their 23rd anniversary on the 16th and fathers' day is this sunday, we're going to cook and make sushi for daddy! mum's going to marinate lime+red wine+bbq sauce chicken and i will make sushi with my very own tuna!!
i used to like signing forms because it gives me a sense of maturity, when you were young, you watch your parents sign forms and wonder why they dont have some sort of fancy signature to beautify the forms they were signing on. So, when i was a kid, i vowed, i vowed to have a very nice unforgeable complicated fantastic signature to beautify any form i am ever going to sign. (people who had been to my old room, you'll know how many signatures i designed just so i could get to the one i'm sticking to now) and how many signatures i collected from ppl on my toilet door.
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i'm so damn sick of it now, and my body naturally reject whatever forms that is placed in front of me, thanks to my IB course. You know how many freakin forms we have to fill up?? every internal assesment, we have to fill up a form. the worst part is CAS forms. they are so insignificant and repetitive. that I can't answer any more of their questions! i feel like a total dumbass filling in their questions. for those who don't know, CAS stands for creativity, action and service. So all IB students have to collect 50 hours each in 2 years. Making the hours is no sweat, but filling in the 5 monstrous forms for each activity and hunt for signatures to prove our academic honesty just kills us la.
for example, i did a patriotic run to collect action hours. and these are my answers to the questions.
is this activity a new role for me? Yes
Is it a real task that I am going to undertake? Yes
Does it have real consequences for other people and for me? Yes
What do I hope to learn from getting involved? To love my country
How can this activity benefit other people? Other people can feel my "merdeka"spirit
What can I reflect on during this actuvity? My love for my country.
then, we have like so many other questions and other forms. and lastly, we have to self-evaluate ourselves by answering these questions.
Summarise what you did in this activity? I ran with a Malaysian flag with other runners.
Explain what you hoped to accomplish through this activity? To do a patriotic run sincerely to express my love for my country.
How successful were you in achieving your goals? It was successful as I completed the 5km.
What did you learn about yourself and what values have you developed? I learnt that i really love my country, Malaysia.
How did this activity benefit others? They got into the "merdeka" spirit.
How can you apply what you laernt in other situations? I can infuse the strong love I have for my country to my children.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCHH!! and no distance can ever perturb our friendship. i can't wait to see you in january. and now, i believe antoine de exupery who states that space is not a measure of distance, and that secrets distant people. 6095km is alot of space bestie, but we still share our little secrets, making us close to one another. don't worry i keep your dirty lil secrets and laugh at them time and again. esp when i'm in the shower. haha! happy 19th!! don't be naughty.
school started today after the 2 week break, which i spent most of my time dancing and going out, so i will conclude that my 2 week break was extremely unproductive as my definition of being productive in this 2 weeks is to, finish up my bio lab reports, CAS forms, oral expose, mandarin oral, but i only got 2 out of the 4 done.
on a lighter note, our dance performance@ limkokwing went well tho we spent like 1 hour plus getting there. thanks to drew who thought cyberjaya is the opposite way of putrajaya. so i had to put my make up in paul's car and watch andrew annoying little red myvi brighten the road. reached there quite late but the other performers were late also so we had time to warm up. no one screw up much, cept when i couldn't slip my right hand through my hoodie for the third song. but other than that, i think we were quite good for inexperienced performing dancers. and also thanks to Mr. Pang and smash studio for sponsoring us our practice place. anyone interested to learn anything at smash can ask me for their contact. it is a well-established studio with good instructors and 2 great dancers i know happen to be dance instructors there. so GO TO SMASHH!!
my legs are dying and my stomach muscles hurt like crap. probably bcos of the amount of air tumbles, stradle and spin-ups i did today. i'm getting old, like really old but we wanted to spice our routine up by putting some stunts into it. paul used to be my partner, but now sham is. i'm gonna miss that buggaaa paul. haha! andd we finally named our group, le rogue.
sat night was awesome, it was judy's 23rd birthday, n meling, (her sis, one of my closest friends) planned a surprise of her by flying her mum all the way from PNG to surprise her, it was so emotional when the 2 of them met, i cried, and so did rah and alot of people. we clubbed after dinner. santuary was so full that night, and the ambience was crazzyy, we took shots in the icebar too and it was at -15 degrees, but the smirnoff warmed us. *yum*, even the chairs n tables were made out of ice!! twas a good night untill, goldyvah failed on me, so they had to jumpstart my car. but we had a great bunch of 23 years olds taking care of us, so it was okay. shoniya was the big sis of the night, she's awesome. pictures are posted by my friends in facebook.
and i just had dinner over at nad's n shoniya's place with meiling PNG family! it was so nice to see meilng's PNGnian mum and brother, jason enjoying the malaysian food. and they're so funny they crack me up.
i'm so tired i'm going to die. so i think i better go to bed. i'm out
"i feel that preaching is one of the vital needs of our society, if it is used correctly. There is a great paradox in preaching: on the one hand it may be very helpful and on the other it may be very pernicious."
i respect all kinds of religion, and i enjoy reading their history. i am a buddhist on paper but am not a practicing one, but i do my prayers sincerely, when i was little, i remember asking my dad whether i had to speak in chinese when i prayed to the buddhist god. my family's religion is sincerity and honesty. so screw whoever who tells me i'm going to hell because im a free-thinker.
i remember going to a church once and an elderly lady asked me whether i was christian, and i simply said that i'm a labelled buddhist, but i think i'm a free-thinker cos i don pray much and i don't know much bout my religion. and that aged lady started crying and holding my hands, telling me how sorry she was for me. said my soul is lost and i will find it if i except jesus in my heart. i was offended at first but her tears were so sincere so i just gave her a piece of my mind in a respectful manner. luckily she was mentally matured enough to accept what i said, i really thought she was going to ask the priest to kick me out or something.
but i think religion is just a guide for us humans to prevent us from straying away from morality and humanity. it is not how many times u pray in a day, or how many sins you wash away in the confession room. religion is in the heart, and as long as my intentions are honest and sincere, i don't really care abt the negative consequences. i believe in god. and i believe in the goodness in ppl and i believe in Gandhian love in solving social problems.
on the other hand fakery is incongrous. i hate people who talks down to others just to feel superior. i hate people who makes ridiculous fun of people just to be in the public eye, trust me, i know bcos i'm usually the victim because of my "retarded" personality, you know the kind who likes joking around and making people laugh, yea so some insecure people will take that oppurtunity to make oh-so-damn-funny jokes of me to feed his/her insecurity. but its okay, glad to help. and i hate people with hidden agendas. and thats the problem, because the world now is filled with this sort of people.
i long for a sincere smile and a sincere hug. min come home soon!! and don't let those kind of ppl get to you. stay as you are, because it is a gift. <3 u
the american idol finale was definitely the bomb, and yes the cried like a baby when george micheal sang.. music really makes the world go round. and i'm glad david cook is the american idol, his song is alr playing on radios, way to go cooky!!
anyway, great news! it's the holidayy and we IB students really need this 2 week break, and i got a call yesterday from this event planner to ask my dance group to perform in this pre-album launch for an msian artist. but i was kinda honest with him, telling him that we werent pro and stuff and that our group doesnt even have a name!! we formed ourselves just to clock in hours for our CAS hours (IB stuff) but i guess he's really desperate for a hiphop dance group, so i guess we'll be doing it!! so if everyone and our sponsor confirms by today, we'll start practice tmr.!
besides that, i've been looking for philantropic organizations, so, if anyone out there who knows any good organizations that need human help, do tell me bout it. I want to use some of my free 7 months next year to do charity and contribute to society.
and muhamadd! if you're reading this, hang in there in NS okay!! i will reply your email after this.!! miss you!
listen to his lyrics. phenomenal and definitely poignant.
the title of the post says it all. american idol finale and soon-to-be witnessing MANCHESTER UNITED kick chelsea's ass in moscow? wore my manchester united tee to college today and realized that football is alive and well in everyone, and i MEAN everyonee okay! teachers, students, guards were giving me "the sign" all manchester united fans knew. how a simple red tee can amplify our common ground. so FRIENDS WITH COMMON GROUND, 3am tonight, the show down.. let us all raise another cup.
american idol finale was a total let down. honestly, i thought this cycle was the best cycle ever with ppl like micheal johns *swoons*, cook, brooke, carly, archuletta, sayesha.. i mean they are really as good as some of the final two contestants of previous cycles. therefore, i expected today's finale to be out of the world, as in able-to-trigger-liying's-tear-ducts kind.. but it didn't. and archuletta was just being archuletta, pure, good vocals but so damn predictable and boring. it should have been a COOK-JOHNS final..
from the looks of it, i personally think that archuletta will win it, but david cook will be far better off in the long run, he has the guts and he has that aura to be a celebrity. sorry cook, was rooting for ya, but it just wasn't your night.. but it was definitely your season, hands down.
for the record, i think COOK should have sung mariah's always be my baby (his version) or john's bohemian rhapsody, or of course Billie Jean.. but i respect him for treating this journey as a "progression" and not some sort of i-will-just-sing-it-to-please-the-audience.. you got 100 votes from me for that cook, to bad i'm not an american.
i ve been having dreams about clinging on a tree trunk as a tsunami swallows me in, and i dreams abt clinging on to my sister as a cyclone tries to whirl me into it's zone. and those are the dreams precipitated from reading the contents of the eye-catching, bolded headlines from the media about China's and Myanmar's catastrophy..
where is god, the victims may ask.. why is reality so unjust and screwed up for you can just be sipping a cup of coffee for a minute and be dead in the next minute, with no oppurtunity to bid painful goodbyes to your loved ones. at least 22,000 people were killed in the myanmar cyclone and many of us cringe at that enormous figure, we unconciously say silent prayers for them.. but if we really dive deep into our thoughts the 22,000 victim are the lucky ones. our good prayers should be transformed into aid and not for the dead, but the living/survivors who are in desperate need for helpp and silent prayers. and to all those blessed philantropist out there. thank you for having such a big heart, hearts many people don't have the priviledge to own. bcos for some of us, we're too caught up with entertaining our trivial concerns, too busy with work for large sums of money to survive in this inflation, could not be bothered bout what's happening on our home ground or probably feel that their small donation wouldn't make a difference..
STUPID LIYING. complain about IB when there are so many people struggling to survive out there. fuck, how shallow can i get..
with that, i can only sit here on my nice warm bed, with the blasting air-condition in my nice room feeling as pathetic as ever. i WANT to be out there, helping from my heart, but there.. will always be BUTS.. i will be a philantropist one day. one day..
okay, i know my blog's losing it's readers and that sucks! cos what's the freakin point of blogging when nobody reads it (esp, you know who you are) <3 but i blame myself on the lack of updates cos of IfreakinB!
tmr's tuesday and tuesdays are what we call no-point-to-come-to-schooldays. but bcos we're in a freakin high school, we are treated like high school kids, so we have to come to school and show face, take attendance and stuff like that. so i VOW to myself that i will literally lock myself in the library and study BIOLOGY from 8-10am!! *joins hands together* please don't give us any business talks!
and i will be looking forward for after-school/college hours cos we're going to play touch rugby! harith (my new found crazy squeezable reliable mate) is a national rugby player and he's cookin yo! he's forming a unisex touch rugby team and he asked me, rah and ling to play. i'm so freakin excited cos i haven been doing sports comin 2 years now, and god only knows how much i miss it! i miss being in a team and miss the pain of training.
i hope i don't get bashed up cos to me,
rugby = getting piled up on = getting smashed
unisex = boys + girls = boys having the advantage cos they're bigger and faster
harith = good coach and leader
meiling + sarah = crazy fun
hafiz = "i'm going to feed you pork, mwahahaha"
okay, pardon my retarded equations. and meet my new RM500 bucks phone. thanks daddy and mummy, but i WILL pay you guys back when i have saved enough. i miss my 7373 limited edition tho. screw you thief who stole it.
will post pic up on the next post, photobucket's being an ass.
