Did this on quizilla (I think) which doesn't exist anymore...?




Oh, gosh. I got Elizabeth Bennet! (I love her! Okay. That was after I watched Jennifer Ehle's performance...)

It looks like I survived reading "Sense and Sensibility"! I've said before that I didn't finish reading it in the past. Does it show anything about my own character that I love Elinor more than Marianne?

And the last one...

Sophie! I love her too!

It happened so fast. But it was the most suitable and flexible job I can ever get. It's near the place my dad works. I only work till afternoon or when needed. Seem reasonable wages.

Initially, I thought this was my opportunity to satisfy my lacking of [working] experiences and financial source(s). I never thought it's going to satisfy the lacking of my spiritual needs too. Which... I realised that me being there is so out of place.

I've only started this week. Still too early to predict what will become of me (there) in the future...

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Oh yeah. Just taken this quiz, I'm slightly surprised that I wasn't that bookworm but - oh well - it does hold some truth there...

What Kind of Reader Are You? Your Result: Literate Good Citizen   You read to inform or entertain yourself, but you're not nerdy about it. You've read most major classics (in school) and you have a favorite genre or two.
Dedicated Reader
Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm
Book Snob
Fad Reader
Non-Reader
What Kind of Reader Are You? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

I always believe that one could judge a book by its cover only after you had read it.

Today, I originally went to City Mall's Popular hoping to find a music dictionary, but they don't have that - instead, I ended up buying these.


Well... well... I'm at it again. Another version of "Pride and Prejudice"... This one included illustrations of some significant scenes in the book. Oh, yeah.. it's hardcover too...(love it!) The price was RM19.90 so initially I thought it's the abridged (or simplified) version... but it's not!
This is Mr Darcy's proposal scene (I think).


Another one is "BBC The Big Read : Books of books"... Recently I'm into books talking about books (There's a "1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die" which I want so much but it's really expensive!)... Hehe.. Two of my favourite books were listed in the Top 21...

Colin Firth...another reason of me buying this.

My [maternal] grandma left us last Wednesday on 10pm...

I wasn't much acquainted to her. Maybe because of our language barrier... (I can understand dusun but I can't converse in it...) we scarcely talk whenever my family return to kampong other than shaking hands and exchanging smiles.

But when I see her lying there lifelessly, I wanted to cry... no, wait... I did cried. At that moment, I find it almost unbelievable to see someone I'd known alive all my life to [suddenly] be un-alive. The aunt that took care of her had somewhat seen it coming when my grandma kept mentioning that she saw people who had already died (which made my aunt felt creepy at times).

The next day (Thursday), we returned to kampong. There's already people helping out in the kitchen. I saw many relatives that I didn't know I have. Hmmm... Even though it had been raining (on and off), the whole burial ceremony went well. I've never been to my kampong's cemetery - it was surprisingly quiet and calm there. I also saw my late teacher/uncle's grave there. I thought gloominess would fill the day but I was wrong. My sister told me there were more "gloominess" (ppl crying) during my [maternal] grandpa's funeral. (I didn't attend his funeral).

May her soul rest in peace.

Side story: I wish I had taken photos of the two things that scared me that day. Why oh why did it had to happened in a day? First. At the cemetery, my playful, always-smiling uncle saw a giant millipede and showed it to me. I saw it and walked farther from it. Second. A big (or long?) centipede in this uncle's house. I was very sleepy that night (we returned home midnight)... While I closed my eyes, listening to my mp3 player... half-ly dozed off... then my sister called out to me. I opened my eyes and there's that thing coming towards my way! I freaked out and screamed impulsively... and my uncle came and kill that thing.

Before, there were 2 main things that had been holding me back in my life.

1st, my regret of stopping to learn the piano abruptly in Primary 2/8 yrs old (or was it Primary 4?)... that was "compensated" last year. Now I'm between Grade 1 and Grade 2. I already sat for GUILD's music theory exam (Grade 1) and now going for ABRSM's Grade 2. My teacher originally intended me to sit both (theory and practical) for GUILD exams. But after she listened to me playing Burgmüller's op. 100, no. 12 "The Farewell" (which frankly I didn't think I played well that day, the tempo wasn't right either)... she changed her mind and wants me to sit for ABRSM exams. As my name had been listed for last year's GUILD exam-takers, I reluctantly still had to sit for that.

The 2nd thing was this.
It's me getting out of my shell.
I guess 2009 will be a year for me to get to know myself again.

Drafted on January 3rd, 2009.
Today marked the first day I [finally] stepped into a dental clinic and had my teeth checked.

Since my last dental check-up in Primary 6 (8 years ago and the service is provided, it seems, in every primary school), I never ever wanted to get into one again. The whole thing was a nightmare for me.
"You've been called by the nurse," and the person who said that will hand me a green cardboard file containing my dental details.
I always dreaded that moment.
Holding the file, I will ask for the teacher's permission to go out and walked to the clinic. My feelings at that time were always like as if I'm going there to die.

Yes. I'm terrified of dentists and any mention of anything related to them. The problem started with the primary school dental nurse(s). They called you, checked your teeth, treated your teeth (either by pulling out or dental filling, or worst, both) without even telling you beforehand. I mean, I don't even have time to prepare for the pain (oh! The pain! Can you believe that I rather have the pain of toothache than the pain of the treatment?)... I didn't make the choice. They just kept "drilling", "poking" and "teasing" your teeth... Earnestly, at that time, I would have prefer death to dental treatment.

I do know the importance of having your teeth checked regularly but that health-conscious obvious-facts never exceeded my fear of dentists.

Until today. In my family, a visit to a dentist always mean that someone in my family is having a toothache. In this case, it was my younger sister. In an occasion occurred a few days before, I had blatantly confessed to my mum about having two "bad teeth". She made me go with my sister.

The waiting time was almost a torture. I kept having visions of the school nurse. I wondered what the dentist's reaction will be. I thought of how strong the pain I'm going to go through (my sister made me realise if I can endure the pain of toothache for years, the pain of the treatment should be nothing to me). I asked myself: Is the dentist and the school nurse are alike? Can I still eat well today? Will I die today? I even cried a bit.

I came in... Clock ticking. Fast-forward. Done.
It wasn't as bad as thought it would be.

I won't deny that the fears had [slightly] subsided. The dentist was nicely cool about my phobia (as she said herself). I only had 2 of my teeth "filled" while the 2 "bad teeth"...
Her question: "Do you want these two pulled out today?"
My answer: *shook head violently*
And she laughed.

Anyway. She told me that she'll have them pulled out when I'm ready... which is very fine with me.