I hardly know what to say on this last day of year 2008.

It might be better if I list down my resolutions for 2009... but that never seldom works for me. Whatever I've planned beforehand always get done like.. almost 50% only... shamefully, unplanned things are (most of the time) given full attention, hence they always get done before I even realize it.

Anyway. A thought came to me a few days ago. I always have something to say in my blog but lately I seem to avoid blogging anything... What happened? I think it has something to do with my previous, previous post. But for this last day (of 2008), I'm determined to face this blog again.

Well... I'm going to list down things that I must give my appreciation to for this year.

First of all, "Thank you, God."

You've taken care of my health throughout this year. I didn't catch any colds in the end of year (which I always do in the past). I know I'm strong-headed sometimes and that you had always tried to tell me things (I should know) which I don't always listen to. An incident (which I won't elaborate) that happened in Nov/Dec had dragged me back to my senses. I realised I need to do a major change to my way of thinking and seeing things. I don't know how yet but hopefully you'll continue to remind me to change myself.

"Thank you, mum and dad."

It's very suprising how much a parent can be patient and forgiving towards a stubborn and idealistic daughter like me. I can't ask for more. They are always there - my mum and my dad. They may not be perfect but I'm not a perfect daughter too, you know... When I screwed up last year, they said "It's okay. You've done your best." It pained me a bit because I knew I haven't done my best. Till now, I'm still uncertain if I ever going to do my best again. Their encouragement and support always remind me of the phrase, "Never give up. Let failure be your teacher." With such treatment, I'm assured that if I ever screw up again in the future, they will not turn me away. Here I'll say the words that's hard to be spoken face to face: I love you both.

"Thank you to my little sister and little brother."

In some weird, twisted way, both of you had become a good listener to my everyday ramblings. Sure, there were times where I was really angry with both of you... But we are family. Family does that. They annoy and please you at the same time.

"Thank you, Mel-chan and Ren-chan."

These were the only two close friends I've kept in touch with throughout the year.(I know I'm a terrible friend but that's not the point of discussion right now) Mel-chan and I are childhood friends. Ren-chan was my form 6 classmate. I'd told them my thoughts about my future recently - something like (although not exact words) 'What will they think of me if I do etc... Will they think less of me?'...
Both were supportive.
Ren-chan said she'll support me no matter what.
My conversation with Mel-chan was more like me opening up to her (though she might think otherwise). I told her what was in my mind recently. She thinks my other choices are interesting but at the same time wants me to keep in mind about the prospects. She also let me know that there's way to realize my original ambition if I choose to stick to it.

"Thank you, Miss Chong."

I'm really grateful that she would accept an adult piano student like me. I'm not sure how I compare to her other younger students but hopefully not that bad.

...and last but not least, thank you to those I didn't mention specifically in this post, which had became a part of my life in 2008.

I'll leave the title that way.
You ran out of ideas, huh?

I think I should give some account of what happened on the day we flew back to Sabah.

The last place we visited was the Muzium Negara. Tired by the prices offered by tout(s) taxi drivers, we used a different transport (my 1st time! Sugoi! lol) to reach KL Sentral, and find a taxi (by coupon) there.

Maybe because of the limited time left or etc... I found that the trip to Muzium Negara quite disappointing. I don't have any expectations at first and still I kind of didn't enjoy it. In the end it was like, "That's it?"

Hmmm... But I did enjoy going to the Zoo Negara and KLCC's Aquaria.. So that kind of made up for the disappointment...

Anyway... At the airport...
I had a stupid fight with my siblings that I put on a long face all the way to Sabah. Usually, the immigration officers (is that what they call it?) I see have a longer face [never met a cheerful one] than mine that day... Stupid me! I forgot about the digital camera in my pocket... and "beep!" the machine went... they had to check me for fear of bringing anything murderous. At the same time I was staring at them murderously. I really didn't have the mood to deal with them. I don't like the feeling of being accused of something wrongful that I didn't do and yet I can't shout back to them to defend myself. The whole night waiting for our flight had me thinking of not getting on an airplane again in the near future.

While waiting, I finished reading "Mr Darcy's Diary". I broke my one-book rule that I stopped reading "Doctor Thorne" for a while to make way for this book. To be frank, I didn't really enjoy it... other than the scenes from "Pride and Prejudice", Mr Darcy's other diary entries were like... unnecessary off-topic scenes (made up this term). I only look at it as "another fan-fiction" based on P&P.

Back in Sabah... we managed to get home early and prepared ourselves for church. Then, came the funny/odd part. We were lacking so much sleep that we kept dozing off during the church sermon. That's just how exhausted we were. We left church early and cancelled our piano classes that morning.

In the evening, I felt very happy because finally could catch one of my favourite programme on TV. (I can't believe that the hotel we were staying at don't have the 8TV channel!)

Leaving aside the matters from the previous post for a while...

Here I am... in KL. This is our family's choice of end-year vacation for this year.
Yeah. For people who from KK who always travel there, this is nothing new. But for our family, it is. At least, mostly, to my siblings. We are only an average family - we can't afford to travel overseas.

I had mixed feelings on the day we were to leave Sabah. I'm going to miss my cats, I'm going to miss watching several TV programmes... Most importantly, I'm going to miss 4 days of piano practice. Hmmm...

Oh well... Tomorrow we'll be returning to Sabah (ureshii!). Our flight is around 4am so we'll have to be at the airport very early. We'll reach KK around 6am, return home and get ready to go to church. I do wonder how exhausted we will be when we show up at the church...

Anyway, this post isn't going to be entirely about 5W+1H questions... What or where we'd eaten. I'm bad at describing that. I just want to write[type] down some things that caught my attention.

Following will be an encounter of someone not familiar with KL.
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Taxi... I remembered a couple years ago how [disadvantagedly] my mum and I fell prey to tout(s) (they also call them ulat = slug, I think) at the KLIA airport. They brought us to a comfy car (can't remember what type) then drop us off at a petrol station where we'll have to take the normal cab. At that point, I've grown slightly suspicious of these people (they are *ehem* b-u~m_i@s) but as it was surprisingly hot that day, I only think of reaching Melaka as soon as possible. Didn't think much about it.

But, actually, you have to care and think much about taxi fares. My family don't use taxi much in Sabah because we have a car. The only time we need it is when my dad's not home (out station) or the car sent to the "workshop" (should be garage)... My mum usually straight-away asks how much to _________? The taxi doesn't use the meter thingy at all... and I'm not even sure if it has one...

Ermm. Back to the topic.

We met another one. After traveling on foot to Suria KLCC (I never imagine it to be this huge and so crowded!) we decided we want to return to the hotel with taxi. As we consist of 5 person, we should be on two taxis. Then this taxi driver said he'll sent us all in his taxi with a special price and he'll take responsibility if anything happen (What can happen? I'm curious.) Then this driver turned out to be a Sabahan! From Sandakan. With his erm... [semenanjung] slang, I thought he has been in KL for at least a year. But, no~ he's here for 6 months already! Wow. A person who can change this fast must be a really opportunistic creature. His character has been decided - he is a taxi sagishi.. haha.. I'm glad my dad didn't call him the next day to bring us to the zoo.

Today we did met two nice taxi drivers. The chinese one talked a lot about many things. He said he had been in Sabah before. And from his conversation with my mum, he seems like someone who paid attention to happenings in Sabah/Sarawak... but it might also be because he read newspaper a lot. Hmm. I was surprised when he suddenly exclaimed (he raised his voice) something about the zoo in Singapore.

The indian taxi driver we met on the way back to the hotel from Mid Valley also talked a lot. He and my mum talked (or should I say discussed?) mostly about politics. This uncle seems to have strong opinions on some politicians and "people up there".

I'm not saying that the *ehem*.... are bad, opportunistic taxi drivers... but so far this is what I'd seen and experienced... Imagine paying RM 50 for a trip that will just be around RM 20 if you are on a taxi with meter (thingy. I don't know what they call it in english). I don't know you, but I'll be angry with myself for being fool enough to be swindled. I can buy a book at Kinokuniya with RM 30!

Speaking of books... I finally "met" Kinokuniya! I've brought several books from them online and I love how fast they get my books ready - The fastest I received the book was the next day after my order was confirmed!

I love Kinokuniya! I can be there all day. If only I have the cash...

Since recently, books have been my big weakness. I want to buy books I want to read, books I think good to read, books I'm not sure if I'll read... and books I'd read with beautiful covers (lol)... People say "Don't judge a book by its cover." I have my own saying derived from that: "Only judge a book by its cover when you already read it."

I also went to Mid Valley's MPH bookstore. The feeling was almost the same when I was at Kinokuniya but lesser. There's book everywhere. I feel like I'm in a book heaven! If only they open at the 1Borneo... *smiles dreamily*


~ Finally own a Lat/NST 2009 calender (from Kinokuniya). Can't find this anywhere in Sabah (or maybe it's only me who missed it). Lazy to order via post too...
~ The other pic is my MPH shopping bag. A piano score (book) and some notebooks. Nothing special.

~ And... my Kinokuniya shopping bag.

Oh. Man. I did it AGAIN.

I ditched myself again. Again. Again.

No new posts in blog. No new entries in my diary.

What happened to you?

I should be fighting, NOT fleeing!

Ah~Ah~


I've been thinking lately... how I really don't know myself anymore.
I found myself often saying "Why am I doing things I wouldn't have done before? Why I started seeing everything that I thought was right becoming the opposite?..etc etc"

I am changing. To be a better or worst person? I'm not sure.

I've always suspect that I'm the kind of person who wants to avoid getting out of my "comfort zone"... and now I realise that I am. Other people might have seen it before me and also has told me or hinted... but I (think I) see it clearly now. I am that person!

I need some time to adjust to this new changes...

Today, I had my 3rd trial exam. The questions on the papers were all so similar that I've started to forget what is what. It must had been some kind of "Jamais vu".

The first two classes made me nervous for no particular reason. But today's nervous-ness was the kind where you feel nervous while anticipating something good to happen to you.

I won't deny that I enjoy my [music theory] trial exams. I won't let myself pressurized by the "get 100%" thing (I think I was too harsh in speaking about it as an obssession in the previous post. I take back what I said before. It doesn't hurt to have a dream... or several of them...)... although I do find myself kept rubbing to get a sharp or flat sign perfectly drawn. This I blame my monk side.

Anyway. I'm glad I re-enrol to my music school. I made a stupid decision at that time. I quitted before I even started anything. This was the only thing that I ever regretted about in my whole life. Then opportunity came: My sister wanted to attend guitar classes. As we were browsing for a suitable music school for her, the idea of all three of us attending piano classes just came out from I-don't-know-where. My mum has a friend at church that knows how to play the piano and that helped her to self-learnt (I think) playing guitar. I must be the only one who's completely happy with the piano because my siblings obviously adore guitar very much & don't give a damn about the piano. Now and then, they would either lament verbally that this wasn't their [1st] choice... or physically by showing a sour face on the day of our piano lessons. I really hate that moments... I can feel their resentfulness and it always makes me feel down during my piano classes.

Isn't if funny that I wish to pursue this skill at an age of twenty?
Isn't it too late?

"It's never too late to learn something new!"
(Lame but very accurate.)

Kudos: Emoticons(Kaoni) from here. Also from here and here. Emoticons removed

I finished reading "Pride and Prejudice" a few weeks ago. When I was going to return it to the library, I hesitated at the very last minute. Eventually, I re-borrow and now I'm re-reading it. I read an abridged version before (couldn't find the original/unabridged version in my school library) but didn't think much about it. After reading the real thing, I fell in love with that book! I was doubtful about reading Jane Austen books (everyone has different tastes) after I started on "Sense and Sensibility" and stopped reading half-way. Maybe it's because I'm not familiar to Jane Austen's style of writing... Anyways, I'm going to give it a try again soon.

I also re-read "Jane Eyre". The feelings I get are different from my form 5 days. I was able to see it from a different angle. This time, it's the religion issue that appeals the most to me. Before (form 5), I was kind of dissapointed that Jane left Mr. Rochester after it was discovered that he was going to marry her while his [crazy] wife still alive. My limited understanding in english language (especially the old english used in Jane Eyre) must had prevented my mind from imagining some scenes in the book. Now, having re-reading it, I think Jane made the right decision. I must had been distracted by Mr. Rochester's charms.. but he can't make me think otherwise this time. He is in the wrong and he almost made Jane sin too. Jane Eyre is a really remarkable character that I can't help admiring her more.

It's so hard to find MONK novels in Sabah. So far, I only have two in my collection. I just finished "Mr.Monk in Outer Space" and I want to say how adorably annoying Adrian Monk is in the the first half of the book. I pity his agoraphobic brother very much. He "improves" later in the second half though.

A few days ago, I had a music theory trial exam. "What is that?", you asked? I guess my music school is kind of "obssessed" by perfect marks. So they made me come and sit for 2 hours doing similar & past-years questions of music theory (grade one). Hmmm. As this is my first time, I thought I came at the wrong day. Haha. But, actually I came in too early. There's only 6 or 7 others exam-takers. I was very nervous before because I thought that place would be filled with people... kids.. Imagine me the only adult student.. taking grade one exam.. Why did I let myself into this awkward situation? Anyway. I'm thinking of a disguise because my exam is going to be held at UMS. I don't want to stumble on anyone I know (except Mel-chan, of course) there! Hmmm.

Hana Kimi's SP drama was SO funny! I can't stop laughing seeing Nakatsu at the beginning. Sano seem to have more monologue scenes (did he have any in the drama? I don't remember...).. This SP also seems to answer this questions: How and when Sano fell in love with Mizuki? What were Kagurazaka feelings after the kiss with Sano? (That's funny and so unlike Kagurazaka)..etc. There were also more "elaborated" stories for the side characters... Mizuki's best friend's, Julie, sudden appearance was kind of a repetition and combination of Mizuki's family coming to visit her. Hibari Four downgraded to Hibari Three... and then back to Four in the end... Also there's more erm.. gay-ish thing going on in the SP. Nakao kissing Nanba-senpai. Kagurazaka making lunch for Sano... hmmm. I thought Yuujiro was supposed to be a female dog (that's why it doesn't like men)? Here, he was "married" to Nakatsu's family dog and even had (I assume) several Yuujiro Jrs... I like seeing Sano and Nakatsu being so friendly to each other. Maybe I'll talk about this later after I re-watch it. I really miss Sano's old hairstyle.

My latest shopping bag from Yesasia included NEWS "Happy Birthday" singles, a KUROSAGI manga and a postcard book of "I left my heart in Aegean Sea"... Wait.. postcard book? *smiles sheepishly* I thought I was going to get the book version. I never knew there was a postcard book version. Nevertheless, I'm going to cherish it just as much as I'll cherish the book if I ever own the book. --// By the way, the author has a new site... //-- The "Happy Birthday" singles smelt like bubble gum... you must take this statement positively because it's in a neutral tone. And what the heck am I doing with a KUROSAGI manga? I don't read and talk japanese! The weird thing is... I didn't read chinese 5 years ago either. How did it happen? A couple years ago, I read 還珠格格 3 - 天上人間 and cried buckets. Weird, isn't it? I was hoping that the same thing will happen to my KUROSAGI manga(s).. chotto.. manga...s?

Oh, Yes. I already owned eight of them. Eight of manga(s) in which I can't read a thing. Crazy indeed. What had induced me to do such a thing? My brain blames my compulsive feelings. My heart blames my over-confidence of learning a new language. At one point in the past, realising how much I adore KUROSAGI's live-action and wanting to see more Kurosaki X Tsurara moments, I must have the original ones and read it in Japanese.



~Ah. Glad to get all that out.~


Another thing that made me smile.

So far I only found a malay link.
I just hope the malaysian smokers won't be this smart. "Menegakkan benang yang basah!"

People who smoke are walking murderers.

My on-my-right smoking neighbour had finally moved out. What's left is the on-my-left neighbour. Such good days... Spraying my dettol disinfectant or the mosquito repellant (the point is to let them hear the spraying...) and hoping hopelessly that they die stop smoking...

I need to find a new way to torture annoy my smoking neighbours.

Yet another one written yesterday.

It's the evil-me.
I'll let my nasty side loose just for this post.

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Rock concert in a church? *meant to be sarcastic*
Yes. My church has it every Sunday.

I usually ignore my complaints of the VERY LOUD church music.
"Puj1an_dan_P3ny3mbahan" as they call it (or whatever the latest term is)...

But today's is the loudest of the loudest they ever held.
That's why it ended up here. My complaint, I mean.

Why can't I accept this loud church music like everyone else in the church?
I always play NEWS songs or whatever song I have in the laptop loud in my room.
Why is this church's rock concert SO unbearable??

And the tambourine dancers?
<<insert any curse words>>
So FAKE.
They look so oh~ innocent, so goodie-goodie... so religiously perfect.
But I believe they are not what they are seem.

Yes, okay. I heard you.
Maybe I'm just being jealous.
I admit that.

I'm jealous that they can perform so bravely in front of everyone.
I'm jealous of their self-confidence.
But that's all.

I can't control my irritation, looking at the way they are dancing.
I'm totally irritated by them.

They are passionate of the music...
...I can understand.

They being so overly passionate (somewhat reminded me of... erm... dare I say it?... Hint: The dance Cuddy did in the 2-part finale for House S4), I want to puke.

Well. I don't know them personally.
So I really don't have the right to judge them.

But, what the heck.
I'm still so irritated right now, (& they don't know about it)...
I only have this blog to channel this irritation.

How bad is this rock concert anyway, you ask?
Imagine this.

The church isn't so big. Maybe almost 2/3 of a football field.
The church seats, all occupied by church-goers.
Loud music. Very Loud music.
Heartbeat slightly accelerates.
...and you are not even singing, dancing, running, walking...
You are just standing.
And yet your heart beats so fast as if you just seen a ghost or chased by a really nasty dog.

The loud music.
Not only your ears listen to it.
Your heart too.
It's like someone is tap-dancing in your heart.
You can feel the drum's beats in your heart.

As I'm writing this (yes, I'm drafting this on paper in church again) I still feel the after-effects.
My palm went cold & sweaty.
My body still deciding to fight or flee.
...Also feeling slightly confused.
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Oh, good.

Instead of vomiting or flee, my body decided to cry.

Since last year, I've become sensitive to LOUD noise. My brother and I had a fight before and he yelled at me. It was so frightening, I ended up crying hysterically in my room.

And now.
The loud rock concert in my church made me cry.
Just because it's SO, SO, SO LOUD!

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Blabbers #6
This was written yesterday during my church service.

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As I'm writing this post on the paper.... My younger sister and I just had an unintended" laugh. Well... There's this elderly lady (I called her Olympic because her earrings look like the olympic logo. And FYI, I don't know her.)... sitting two church-row-seats in front of us. Okay. At a moment, (we weren't expecting this kind of thing to happen in a church)... as everything went into an anti-climax (nothing interesting could happen) phase... A smell suddenly filled the air. We described it: Rotten Tauhu + Rotten Vegetables + Rotten Egg = Sudden Smell.

"Oh, good." I thought,"Someone farted."

Well, we suspected the elderly lady because the people around us were more concious of their surroundings. I'm not saying that every elderly people tend to do it because they don't care... It came with experience. Our's, I mean. We had a similar incident before, and it was an elderly teenager (boy)! Or is it early adult? Anyway. We know that a strong smell like this must had come from someone sitting in front of us.

Lol. And here I am talking about this pointless thing.

Anyway. Our conversation (originally in malay) went like this.

*smell*
Sister: *nudges me*
Me: *nudges back*
Both: *speechless*
S: What is this? (Her tone was higher than usual) *looks around*
M: *giggles*
S: What oh?.... (Still going "What")
M: *whispers* You know what it is! You should have ask "Who?"!
*writes on paper* Smells like rotten vegetable...
S: *giggles, writes back* Wtf!
M: *writes* What.the.fart?
*more giggling*

Yeah, I know, we were being nasty (moreover, in a church!).. But we tend to notice small things like this when there's nothing to do. Amazingly, my mum who sat beside me didn't smell anything. I bet everyone except both of us didn't smell anything. Weird. I told my sister that she already inhaled all the smell. More giggling. The smell almost made her puke.

Enough of that stupid story. I do feel bad laughing about this because we were not even sure it was her... (ermm... We did saw her went to the restroom after that "incident")... Nonetheless, Olympic had become a part of our amusement today.

Don't you ever wonder how little petty things like this could make your day?
As long as they don't know you're laughing at them. Well~ I don't like being laughed at too.
It's life.

A good start for the day.
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Sunday was better than last Saturday.
I was angry all day. Being hormo-tional.

But what I'm angry with, I can't get it out because it's inappropiate, irrational and doesn't deserve to be thrown fit at.

What will you do when you're in such position?

Wait for your steam to cool down? That will take me days. Not healthy.
Go crash/vandalize some stuff in the house? I don't want to do anything that I'll regret later.
Make everyone around you miserable? Done. But it wasn't enough.
Watch TV? Nothing special on TV.
Internet? Good idea. But I have to wait for my turn. Which is... NEXT WEEK! *sarcastic sigh*
Someone's been busy killing monsters in a computer game someone just installed.
Become a monster? Hmmm...
Sing "I feel pretty... oh so pretty..."? Am I in the mood to sing that?

Lastly, what I did was something I don't usually do in public.

We went to the Kolombong Giant Hypermarket that evening, shopping for the kitchen stuff.
I went cranky about everything in there. Throwing words everywhere.

"Does that thing even have a sirim logo?" Surprisingly, I noticed some electrical appliances sold in Giant don't have it.
"This cabbages look old."
"Oh. This chicken is not fresh. Look at that. Gross."
"Fraudalent." I don't remember to what or whom I was referring to.
"What can you expect? They are lazybones."

Yeah, okay, so it wasn't harsh enough...
And I don't know if anyone or the staff of Giant heard what I said.
But it sure felt good saying things without thinking if it hurts anyone's feeling...


I'll remember to do it next time I got hormo-tional, erm.. I mean emotional.

Today seems like a rough day for me. Everything I do weren't going on smoothly. Things falling as I clumsily went past them.

When I watched the re-run of last night's episode of "Ghost Whisperer" [The final episode of Season 2]... During a particular scene, I cried (Most of Ghost Whisperer's episodes will scare me in the first half and then make me cry in the second half, weird..I know. But this scene is in the first half.) uncontrollably for 5 seconds. It wasn't really a tearjerking scene that's why I'm kind of surprised.

As my sister arrived at 2.30pm, I realised my bad day hasn't completed.

"Did you know...*my sister looked at me gravely*... Mr. Molius died this morning?"
My mind started recollecting my memories of him.

Geography teacher. Physical Education teacher.
Funny. Bubbly. Strict.
A distant uncle of mine.
School's Sport Day won't be complete without him being the one who announce the winner.

According to my sister, he died because of dengue. Miss Annie (one of my favourite teacher in Form 2) cried. They must had been best friends.

Oh... What a depressing news.

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Edit: Sept 11, 2008
I got this from the SMK Lok Yuk friendster group's board.

My brother reaction was like... "He just punished me oh.. [few days ago]."
I guess that's his way of saying everything seem normal and *pop* tomorrow you got the news of his death.
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I came to realise that as you get older, you'll encounter more people... and deaths.




May his soul rest in peace.

Self-talk #3

"What is it?"
"Huh" My brother answered.
"What did the doctor say?"
"It's *mumbles something*."
"What?"
"Campak." [Measles]

What the heck?
When he said campak, my reaction was neutral. Initially, seeing the rashes all over his body, I thought he was allergic to something. And la~ la~ la~, he actually got measles! Can you still get that nowadays???... He was already vaccinated when he was a baby. Nah. Wait. I'm not even sure about that. I only know I did get vaccinated and ... that included my younger sister. I didn't see his records anywhere.

Then he asked me if it's contagious... "Of course!" thoughts immediately came to mind. Though, at that moment I'm not really sure because I once mistaken measles for chicken pox. My dad told him it wasn't contagious. Well. He said the same thing when chicken pox invaded our house (All thanks to his shingles). I repeatedly said "I'm going to get chicken pox because it's contagious!" at that time, and my dad, my religious/pious dad.. said to believe in God, and have faith in him ----- Try telling that to those who's suffering. (I forgot from which TV show was that)

It's not that I don't believe in God. I do.
But you won't let your car or house unlocked when you are not inside, right?

I know all along (it's obvious!) that my youngest brother is the apple of my parent's eye. I used to keep telling them that but they would always deny it. Now, I just shrugged whenever I see it happen because I've come to accept that. I'm not self-pitying. I'm just saying that these are the things I see and feel about my parents. I think too much? I shouldn't have think of this in the first place if there's nothing to trigger this thought!

Back to the topic. I'm kind of disappointed that my dad told him measles isn't contagious. A few hours ago he went angry when I spoke about measles. He treated the topic as a taboo in the house and warned us not to talk bad (what the heck?) about other people. I was just about to say that it's contagious, [in fact, it's highly infectious as I checked in a medical dictionary].. and my dad said to mind your own business. Or something like that. Let me rephrase it in malay... "Jangan peduli orang lain [punya hal]..." (Ignore other people's [matter])...

Yeah, right. Still sound the same to me.


AHRGGHGH!

AHRGGHGH!



After written it all down here, I'm feeling much better.

I've been alive for 2 decades now.

Thanks to everyone that wished me "Happy Birthday" today!

What do I graduated from as I reached this age?

*yells* Sappari wakaranai!

[ from Galileo]

Hmm... Anyway. This is what I'm going to blog today.

Chronology of my blog. Only important events.

Yeah, I might not include everything in my blog (like when I failed my exam or an encounter with someone I hate...) ... especially bad experiences or embarassing moments... ( I plan to write about that in the future) these few years but it's still a part of my life. When I look back at my older posts, I realised just how childish and shameless I was back then.

〇〇〇-blogspot-com (my old blog) was started solely to channel my lonely, unmotivated, aimless, & stressed (OK, enough!) life in form 5. Even now, I cringe whenever the memories return to mind... There were so many things I wouldn't dare to re-play in my mind. I'm always surprised how people can survive form 5 /SPM year gracefully. I'm convinced that no one ever felt more pathetic as I was. I think I had some kind of depression thingy going on that year (I even got insomnia for the whole year.. Only can sleep at 3 am and got up around 5 am to prepare for school) and maybe during form 4 too) but I never got it diagnosed.

Hey. Wait a minute. This post is supposed to be a happy post.

Words in:

bold - from this blog

unbold - from old blog

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┣━「Feb 5」 My very first blog post.

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┣━「Aug 7」 Fell sick. Suspected Chicken Pox.

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┣━「Aug 8」 Confirmed Chicken Pox.

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┣━「Aug 22」 Back to school after chicken pox invasion.

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┣━「Aug 31」 Bad academic results. One of my SPM laments posts. I think the meeting was on 30th.

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┣━「Sept 1」 17th birthday. No blog post.

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┣━「Dec 11」 My maternal grandpa died.

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┣━「Mar 13」 SPM results came out. Made decision to enter form 6.

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┣━「Apr 18」 Received different reactions regarding decision to enter form 6.

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┣━「Jun 2」 After I was rejected by school of choice for form 6.

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┣━「Jun 13」 1st *official* school day - form 6.

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┣━「Jun 19」 Got to know some of our form 6 teachers.

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┣━「Jun 23」 Knew more teachers. One teacher told us to be proud of being a sixth-former.

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┣━「Jun 25」 My 1st week of form 6.

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┣━「Jul 28」 My 1st ever "Pengajian Am" presentation that was appreciated by a teacher.

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┣━「Aug 10」 Chemistry teacher would not be available for this year. Whether the original one refused to teach or chickened out.. I'll never know.

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┣━「Sept 1」 18th birthday.

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┣━「Sept 25」 My mum held her viva for her doctorate thesis.

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┣━「Oct 22」 More school stories... f6 experiences...

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┣━「Nov 2」 Biology (f6) stories. More laments on teachers in Malaysia.

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┣━「Jan 19」 1st post in 2007. Back to school stories.

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┣━「Jan 28」 More school stories.

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┣━「Feb 7」 More and more school stories.

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┣━「Mar 2」 Interesting BIO practical done yesterday.

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┣━「Mar 27」 Monthly test results blabbers.

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┣━「May 25」 Speech-less at a MUET mock group discussion. Some issues with a teacher.

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┣━「Sept 1」 19th birthday. No blog post.

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┣━━━【２００８】　　　　

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┣━「Jan 6」 Moved to this new blog : Fighting for Life. 1st post in new blog.

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┣━「Apr 4」 原來我們活在兩個世界 ("Tears from Polaris" song)

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┣━「Jul 24」 Started moving *selected* posts from my old blog to here.

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┣━「Jul 30」 A post dedicated to Mel-chan.

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┣━「Aug 20」 Visit to grannies.

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┗━「Sept 1」 20th birthday. This post.

Blabbers #5
Last Saturday, I made a surprising decision to join my parents balik kampung (returning to my parents' hometowns)... I don't know why I did it because in my current state, I don't have that enthuasiasm to talk about "So what are you doing now?" kind of conversation...

Yeah. So I asked my mum (last minute-ly), "Can I come too?" and was told to change [clothes] quickly. Then we stopped by a mini market to buy some necessities for granny and her granny-sitter. Also bought some confectioneries as extra.

Anyway. First stop was my maternal granny. A few weeks ago, she was hospitalized in Ranau. She fell outside her house and received (I think) 20 or more stiches on her head. The doctors there were quite pessimistic about her condition and asked my aunt to inform the others to "prepare". Surprisingly, she survived... and they described her a fighter upon her improving condition. "Damn those doctors!", although I know they were only doing their job. We visited her at the hospital once and she was back at her home a few days after that. I thought I was going to cry during the hospital visit. I... I don't think I like seeing people (esp those I'm close to) dying... or died. But I was wrong. My aunts had some laughs with my parents as they talked about what happened in the hospital. Positive things which I don't remember right now.

Okay. Back to the real purpose of this post. We were greeted by my 3rd aunt aka my granny-sitter. I'm kind of glad to see her because she's always full of smiles. Better her than my 8th uncle. My bedridden granny looked much better than the last time I saw her in the hospital. She could speak although she doesn't seem to remember much anymore. My mum said it was because of her poor sight. Granny mistaken my mum as my 3rd aunt; she didn't recognize me and my dad. There were moments when I was in her room and she looked at me... I could see she's trying to remember who I was from her eyes. I felt kind of awkward for 5 seconds because I looked a total stranger to her. I never imagined her to be reduced to such a state before. I think her health started deteriorating after my grandad dies & added with poor care by the uncle-in-charge... You know, once, when we visited her, I smelled gas around the house and discovered the stove wasn't turned off properly causing the cooking gas to escape. I thought someone was trying to kill granny. My mum told me I think too much when I told her. Another thing that I heard recently was my uncle didn't serve granny proper food... There was only ikan masin (salted fish) in her food cabinet left.

Not much to say anymore. Fast-forward. Some time between 4:45 pm to 5:30 pm, we took off because we were going to Kota Belud to my dad's hometown. My mum wanted to give some ole-ole (gift) from Bandung, Indonesia for my aunts and cousins there. We showed up without telling them. We stopped at my aunt's house (that's the nearest). My paternal grandma was there, watching TV.. having coffee. I was happy to see her & happy to see her happy to see me. LOL. My cousin and her husband were there too. My aunt served soto ayam and hot drinks.. oh and santan puffs. I was having a sore throat that day and was slightly feverish. Coincidentally, my grandma was feverish too. Only grandma asked me ["So what are you doing now?"] & because my cousins were there, I tried my best to make me look bad. I'm not sure why I did that. Maybe I don't want people to think highly about me anymore. I'm not nice. Even to myself. I have to think pessimistically to motivate myself. Funny, isn't it?

I enjoyed the banters between granny and my aunt. My mum asked them to choose the "simple bags" she bought in Indonesia. My aunt was trying to look at the one my granny was holding but my granny won't let it go. She was acting childishly in a cute way and my aunt had to give in to her.

What a day.

Blabbers #4
A follow-up to this post...

Yeah, my friend watched Kurosagi after she finished with Hana Yori Dango. She has a good review on it but she's not as excited as I am. (Well, she did got infected by the Maido Ari and Bang! thingy. I kept getting that in her sms recently.) Still, that's better than "I don't like it", right?

Also, she was kind of surprised why I like to watch Kurosagi. It's dark and Kurosaki is so cold and emotionless. Yeah. I think that's what she said. And I realised that I don't know how to answer her.

Is it because of my blinding love to watch Yamapi in a drama where he's playing the main character? (& also sang the theme song)

Is it because I so much want to see Akira X Nobuta to happen that I use Kurosagi to "fill that gap"? There's no Shuuji to interrupt them in Kurosagi. But then, I'm okay with nothing happened between Kurosaki and Tsurara in the end of Kurosagi. In fact, I think the ending was beautifully done.

My all-time favourite character portrayed by Yamapi is Kusano Akira. But Kurosagi holds a special place in my heart. I love it so dearly that whenever I re-watch it I got that feeling in my heart like Tsurara (when she's falling in love with Kurosaki). I got angry (but didn't show it) for no reason when I read or hear people criticise the drama. Yes. I know the drama wasn't perfect but some of the remarks were unfair; some were made by those who didn't even finished watching. You can't give a review on drama or movie you didn't watch till the end.

My first Yamapi drama was actually Dragon Zakura. I didn't have much opinion on his character there. Furthermore, I watched Dragon Zakura because of Abe Hiroshi. At that time, I'm not interested in aloof, cool kind of student in japanese dramas... (Had the same feeling initially when watching Sawada in Gokusen)..

Then I decided to watch "Nobuta wo Produce". That totally changed my mind about Yamapi. I was shocked to see Akira.
"Is this the same Yuusuke in Dragon Zakura?"

Akira is a character that's supposed to be annoying but I can't find fault in him. I love Akira. I love seeing him liking Nobuta. Is that why I love Kurosagi then? To see "Akira" and "Nobuta" once again?

Maybe there are several factors that build up the love I have for Kurosagi...


One thing for sure. If you said Yamapi lack of acting skills now, I believe he'll be full of it in the future because he has potential.

Putting it all in one post.

Code Blue #2 and #3...

Also compiled Proposal Daisakusen and Galileo reviews from my friendster profile.

For this post, I'm dedicating this song "Best Friend" (romaji lyric) by NEWS.... for my dear friend (I'll call her) Mel-chan.

We'd get excited over stupid stuff
Yes. We always do.
And before I knew it, we'd laughed til morning
Remember our late-night/early-morning chats?

We're supposedly adults now, but nothing's changed

You are my best friend
It's embarrassing, so I can never say thank you
Why does friends end up like this? ^_^
This isn't anyplace special
But I want to stay here forever

The streets where we grew up
Have changed since those days

But as the seasons pass, please don't ever change

You are my best friend
Sometimes we fight over little things
Have we ever fought before?
But the more we engage each other
The more we understand each other

I'm sure I'll never say it out loud
But the truth is, when I'm with you
Is when my heart is warmest

You are my best friend
It's embarrassing, so I can never say thank you
This isn't anyplace special
But I want to stay here forever

You are my best friend
We are never alone
You're the only one who shows me such casual kindness
Thank you

Most of the lyric already said what I want to say.

A continuation post from Blabbers #1 : Post too long?

I've finally solved it!!!

*SIGH*

I can finally post a longer post! Although I think there's still limit to that.
Check out this post, it's very long but it looks okay!

I found something that could help here. I'm not skilled enough to deal with the CSS so I just took the advice - I made the image "taller"! I think this could cause the page to load longer though... It took me a long time to figure out the right "tall"...

Yokatta!!!

Also, I found a way to deal with the blockquote thing. (And it's not only blockquote that causes the problem but also when I added images... the links and the text/paragraph after that would also be "deformed"...)

Ha. Until someone told me the right way to do this, I've settled down using this code
< P CLEAR=LEFT > put after blockquote/image...< /p > for the paragraph (or whatever)... It does work for me.

Self-talk #2
I was looking at the archives for my old blog (yeah, I haven't deleted it) last night.

Three years of blogging amounted to 100++ posts (I know it's not much)...

Is it wise to move *some* of the posts to this new blog?
After all, these 2 blogs reflect my thoughts... I shouldn't "just throw away" the old one just because there's many unpleasant memories in it, right?

I'm still going to handpick post which I want to re-post here though.
Some...was...erm...inappropiate to look at again.

Hmmm... I think the main reasons for "moving" these posts are so that whoever reads my blog can see the "before/after" of Ru.Ru and also for me to reflect myself over this 3-4 years...

So many "..."
What the heck.

Blabbers #2
I miss school life. Somewhat. *makes a thinking face* I think.

My siblings are having their exams these few weeks... I [mostly] am worried about my brother who is in Form 2. He doesn't seem to like school. I like school. It's a bliss to be able to go to school. Knowledge is power. Anyway, back to my brother... Okay, I think he's more interested in other kind of knowledge. Who wouldn't think so? He's always on the computer before and after going to school. It's rare to see him studying or do his homework. Yeah. Maybe he's doing it secretly and I shouldn't assume things...but when something bugs me, it will always bugs me if it hasn't been solved. So I'm a busybody! Try stopping me then! Okay... back to the topic (again).. I'll understand if he isn't interested in studying but.. I hope he manage to finish at least till SPM level. He said he wants to open a computer shop. I secretly think that if he wants to be a good one he should take a degree in computer-related courses. (Of course I don't know the details, it's only my 2 cents.) That means he should be in science stream then. Now. He doesn't even seem interested to do well in PMR (I'm assuming again.) How could he possibly enter science stream??? But to think of it, economy stream is quite suitable too. *STOP!*

Saying all these aren't going to change anything if he still slacks in his studies.


My sister... I think she's going to be alright. I didn't have the privilege to ask anyone close during my f4/f5 aka "Black Years"... So I'm going to be that person to her. Sort of. Most of the time, I just give her some advice and gives her the impression that it's okay to not be perfect. I want to help her cope with her f4/f5 years so that she'll not end up like me. Even now, I still avoid thinking about the me at that time. I don't even remember much about those days.



Huh... just another thought in blabber format.

I'd had chats over the phone for these few months with a close friend of mine (We'll call her Mel). We did something, well, this thing I would call, terrible, and we had a hard time forgiving ourselves. Especially last month, I guess.
"Why did we let it happened?"
"How are you doing now?"
"Still..."
Then we'll talk for hours about our misery and thoughts.

The worst time has passed and I don't find it surprising that we are still alive. Do anyone notice how we often dread ourselves with unnecessary fears before something bad happened?... hoping that the world will split and swallow you up or you suddenly drop dead (literally) on that inauspicious moment... And then when it really happen, nothing really happened. You are still breathing. It didn't kill you. Of course, unless you have a bad heart.

Lesson of the day: Whatever happened, good or bad, we will still have to move on. So stop dwelling in the past.

Anyway. Mel and I might go on different roads... She's taking a step further while I... I'm stepping on an extra road before hers. I wish all the best for her.

I'm tired of worrying about what others say about me. They are just throwing words and advice and the person who picks them all, thinking it's important, is just making himself a fool. I'm not talking about someone. It's just something I had in my head for a long time.

Dakara, I won't care about what people [will] say about my extra road. This is a fight with myself and I'm determined to win over myself.

I detest myself.

I don't know where I got this, but it meant a lot to me.

"Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
And today is a gift,
That's why it's called the present."

I started reading books again a few months ago. I don't mean it as I've never read books during my form 6 days - only that, I scarcely read any fiction books at that time.

I have many unread books in my bookshelf. Mostly are classic novels... I've become fond of classic ones since I read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë in Form 5 and been buying classic novels whenever I have money.. I've read Wuthering Heights but don't have much thoughts about it.

*sigh* I've forgotten how much reading books can be exciting and addicting. Surprisingly, I found it more fun than watching serial dramas because it's all happening in my mind - I can pick or create any cast I like according to my preference. It's a very peculiar (in a good way) experience to me actually. There are times I have to hold myself from continue reading because I want to keep it for tomorrow... but at the same time, dying to know what happened next.


Hehe... recently I'm into Diana Wynne Jones (DWJ) books once again. Hmmm. I've started reading her books while I was in form 2. There were plenty of them in the school library. Now to think of it - I am glad the library teacher bought them. I think I started off with "Charmed Life"... and I love it. It's one of my favourite for the Chrestomanci series. I did try reading "Howl's Moving Castle" but I returned it to the library early and didn't bother to re-borrow because I thought it was boring in the beginning.

But, - oh, man - how wrong was I to think it's boring. I borrowed it once again in form 5 and determined to finish it. I regretted not reading it earlier, you know. I am permanently in love with it because of its characters. That's a very nice twist in Sophie's character. Come to think of it, most DWJ books are like that. You were given the impression of dull, normal, uninteresting etc characters in the beginning.. and then suddenly, as you read on, the story becomes more interesting and intriguing - and that's when it's hard to put the book down. You just must finish it on the spot.

The sequel to "Howl's Moving Castle", "Castle in the Air" didn't give much effect to me but I still find it enjoyable because most of the characters I like in "Howl's Moving Castle" are there. I can't wait for the latest sequel which will be out this year in June! Hmmm. I wish I can find a hardcover version locally.

Ha, 1st blabber post.
I'm a virgoan. But I won't say that I'm a highly-organized person because my room can be as messy (but not too much) as Nodame's room. Random-ness #1... Blabbers #1? Haha... I've given them numbers so that I can keep track how many random-ness and blabbers have I posted. It's kind of organized to be labelled/categorized that way.. As this blog is just, what, 2 months old?, I might as well make it all organized early. Hmmm. *Maybe that's where my perfectionism is.*

I know my previous post was very long but I didn't realise that it affected the appearance of the post. It seems separated (can't find another word to describe it) in the middle near the blockquote part.

I removed the long quote I made and it returned to its normal look. Then I add a thumbnail image and there it went again. Lastly, I settled down with just an url to the image... I'll keep in mind to avoid making my posts too long. Huh. That means I have to make it into parts if I talk too much in a post.

And the "highlighted" links aren't highlighted all the time. It seems to be related with how the url looks like, whether it ends with a .com, .html or etc... There must be a technical reason on the net to this, but I'm to lazy to find out... Well, if someone who knows happened to drop by, please leave a comment about the reason...

edit: It seems that the links problem only occur after I used blockquote... Oh, boy... I think I can't use much blockquote in the middle of my post anymore.. except if it's in the end of the post, of course...

I feel really stupid about myself. My last post was in early January and since then there were no more new ones. I tried and want to find something to talk about in my blog but can't seem to find one. I'm not going to school anymore, so I don't have anything exciting happening in my life now.

But, today my cat died. I feel compelled to write something where I-don't-know-who will 'know'. If I write in my diary (speaking of diary, I haven't thank that someone who gave me a diary as a present last Christmas... He'll be leaving for Australia this Saturday. Going to send him a thank-you e-mail later), no one will know. So I chose my blog instead. And with this are some stories from last year.

Random #1-1 - Death
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Excerpt

I adore cats. The cats I have at home are cats that come to our house themselves. At first it was only 'feed them because they look hungry'... But later on as they frequent our house, we started giving names to them and they started living in with us. Through these few years, I've already experienced deaths of my cats many times. Cried many times. Kept saying "Why didn't I treated it better?"...

I also came to know the feeling "Oh, no! He/She's dying." It's when I see the cat lying almost life-lessly, he/she doesn't respond much to me when I touch him/her... I'll cry during his/her last moments... It's really a melancholic and saddening moment...

I wasn't particularly close to the cat that died today (It has a name but I won't use it for now), but I still can feel its loss. I feel the lump in my throat. But I'm not crying. Not this time. Or maybe, not today. I'll see more in my future, I should start learning how to cope with it now.

There might be people who wonder why death of a non-human could affect a human so much (My younger brother cried, no..., sobbed, because he saw the cat died during her last moments. He refused to go to school.) I guess, maybe it has something to do with familiarity. Something you already get used to see, touch, hear etc everyday suddenly is not there anymore. In short, we feel their absence because they were present in our life.

End of cat story.

Last year, before STPM examination started in Nov 13...
It was Sunday. We just returned from church. My dad received a phone call from my aunt in Kota Belud. She told my dad that grandma had suddenly wished to see us at the kampong. I was washing the dishes when my dad told us about it. I stopped doing what I was doing and had negative thoughts in mind. When we finally reach kampong, my grandma was resting on the sofa. She was very happy to see us. I listened carefully to what she said. But I can't remember it much now. In mixed malay and dusun, she told me not to cry if she's gone because she'll lead a good life in heaven. I think she said that because she saw my eyes brimmed with tears. I was struggling not to shed tears because I know I won't stop when they started rolling out.

*speechless*

I'm glad that she's still alive now. I love her.


Random #1-2 - Music
Had you ever encountered a song or instrumental piece that move you to tears or affect you emotionally in another way?

I did, once. It was 海底兩萬米 (Hai Di Liang Wan Mi, 20,000 miles under the sea) by 李芳 Li Fang, an insert song for "Love of the Aegean Sea". It's during my black years (2004/2005). That day, my Physics teacher, Mr. Ooi returned our test (or exam?) papers. I knew I flunk again. But afterwards, he asked me what's wrong in a concerned way. I was moved when he asked. Then back home, when I was doing my homework and listening to "Love of the Aegean Sea" OST, I cried when it reached 海底兩萬米. Well, the lyric didn't have anything to do with me at that time but it was the music that caused me to shed tears.

Another story: Last year, my MUET teacher gave us an assignment. She wanted us to find english songs with lyric to be shared in the class. Funnily, almost every group chose a melancholic, blues kind of song except my group, of course. I chose "Happy" by Alexia. I think it was the second group's song. I can't remember what they picked. But the song sure affected our teacher, Miss Florence, very much. In the end of the song, she explained that she recalled about her mother when she listen to the lyric. Ah.Now I suddenly really want to know what was that song. Another friend of mine, Helen (which was in my group that day) also cried when she listened to Vitamin C's "Graduation (Friends Forever)"... She said she was thinking about us after we left the school, after we 'graduated' what we'll be doing, all that....the lyric touched her. That day was special because I never saw that soft side of Miss Florence and Helen...


Now I remember what song! It was S Club 7's "Have You Ever"!


*The End*

last updated: Nov 19th, 2024

# Miscellaneous :

blog
What more can it be about? Any posts that is blog-related (like this one) are under here. "b" is not capitalized because I don't consider this label as important as the other labels I made.

blog images
Since the Photobucket Apocalypse (and extra thanks to my procrastination *BIG SIGH* for finally cleaning up the mess in my blog in the year 2019), I'm going to label any posts with images with this to make them easier to find.

Old Blog
Chosen posts from my old blog that are reposted to this new blog.

online quiz
Posts on (or contained) results I got from online quizzes I'd taken.

Reviews
Link to a separate blog for my reviews. Also posts with short (and maybe one-shot) reviews on anything.

Quotes
Posts that include quotes (with sources). I'm still thinking if I should include the ones where I quote my old posts or not (most probably not).

Translated
Posts that included things I'd translated or romanized...

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# Events :

1st Post
1st Post refers to first post posted in this blog and also posts that were posted on the first day of a month. May also include the first day of the year and my birthday.

Birthday
Posts mentioning birthdays or "How was my birthday?" posts.

Death
Erm... I don't feel like describing this.

Exam, Exam {Semester?}, Piano Exam
Exam-related posts. About preparations done or my exam experiences.

NaBloPoMo
Posts done on a NaBloPoMo month.

Shopping Bag
A label where I can rant about what I shopped online... or off-line.

Weddings
Posts with Wedding stories or my thoughts on it.

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# Knowledge :

Courses
Posts related to courses I'm taking or I'd taken in university.

Form 6
I chose Form 6 over 2 years matriculation and UPU offer (Computer Science)... This label must exists. Posts under this are my stories, experiences, thoughts etc during my Form 6 days.

Learning French Language
I'm learning French at my university. Learning a new language is fun and special so it deserves a label of its own.

Learning to Drive
Posts labeled with this talked about adventures in obtaining my driving licence.

Piano
I've started learning to play the piano again since year 2008. Any posts with this label are about songs I'm playing on the piano or my thoughts on learning piano as an adult student.

School
Posts related to events in school.

University
Having entered university a year later than my peers... there's just many things I've just discovered need to be blogged about.

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# Moods :

Angry
Sorry. Had to vent that anger in my blog sometimes...

Forty Winks and More
Posts on sleep problems

In Arrogant Mode
Once in a while you'll see my arrogant side in posts labeled with this.

No Mood
This label speaks for itself. Usually a label I use with Monday [Blues] posts.

What is Sleep Anyway?
Posts where I didn't have enough sleep/pulled an all-nighter

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# Personal :

Blog Meme
You know what I like about these blog memes? They can reveal (a bit) about the personality of the blogger. It helps readers to understand what kind of person is this blogger.

Checklist
An experimental label actually. Checklist is more like short-term (or rather, month-long) goals I've set for myself.

Cringy Teenage Years
I love re-reading my old posts and I always end up asking myself "WHO ARE YOU?". Looking back at them again in 2019: I decided to give posts from 2005-2008 this label to remind anyone who stumble on those posts that "I posted that during this phase!" Why not delete them you say? They are part of my life and how I became to be what I am today so as cringy as they are *shivers*, I'm going to let them stay.

Delayed Rebellious Phase (Cringeworthy)
Same as "Cringy Teenage Years" but for posts from 2009-2013. I think most are fine...? but I cringed a lot reading them again while I edit the broken photobucket images in this blog so I'm giving emphasis on the cringeworthy part.

Family
Posts which mentions about my family or relatives.

Friends
Posts which mentions about my friends or just thoughts on friendship.

Interest
Posts under this label are related to my hobbies or anything I fancy of...

Life
Posts with everything to do with what happened in my life or what I think about life. (or rather about someone I have opinions on...)

Me.
Posts about me...or my past.

Personal Photos
Posts with personal photos (mostly childhood photos).

Reminiscences
Posts about past posts. Or the usual reminiscences things...

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# Thoughts and Opinions :

Blabbers
Non-sensical, out-of-blue, "huh?" talks are under this category. This category exists because when some thoughts come across my mind, even small things that will not matter much to me in the future, I need to let it out, just to make myself better. In short, it's mostly ignorable posts.

Self-talk
It's me talking to myself. I don't hope for someone to read it because I think it can be nasty in the future.

Random-ness, at random, Nonsense
When I talk about different things which may be related or non-related to each other in a single post, I put it under any of these labels. Mostly are my opinions, which is what makes it differs from a "Blabbers" post. New label used recently : "at random" and "Nonsense".

Thoughts
Related to Random-ness. A few Thoughts = Random-ness.

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# Favourites and Leisure :

~Names of person, drama, book, etc
Posts under labels below are people and things that caught my attention to blog about them...

# People :
Diana Wynne Jones - I love her books.
蘇有朋 - My favourite taiwanese actor/singer from 2000 to 2006/7(?).
大野智 - My favourite japanese actor/singer/personality since 2010. He's the reason I'm a full-fledged Arashi fan now because I was only a fan of their songs after I saw Hana Yori Dango in 2005. Read the whole story here.
嵐 - My favourite Japanese boy band. They are really interesting people. I mean it.
山下智久 - Was a fan of his since watching him in Nobuta wo Produce.
Seiyuu Love - A label dedicated for seiyuus (voice actors/actresses in japanese) in this blog

# Drama & TV Shows :
情定愛琴海 - One of my favourite taiwanese drama. Aka "Love of the Aegean Sea".
クロサギ - I'm addicted to this drama. Aka "Kurosagi".
Monk - Mr. Monk. He can be obsessive, comedic and detective at the same time.
野ブタ - original title: 野ブタ。をプロデュース "Nobuta wo Produce" - I love Akira!
House MD - Fan of Hugh Laurie's Dr House. Duh!
トリック - A quirky japanese drama about a magician and a physicist solving paranormal mysteries. "Trick"

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