summary of 2013

Last day of 2013, well actually 10 mins left until year 2014.lol. I'll see if I can finish this post in 10 mins. xD

  My 2013 is what I would call.. The end of a good book. 
I would definitely miss it but to re-read it again is too much hassle. Many events took place in this year, for one.. My friends gave me a birthday surprise :) (which I've never had before) , I met great friends whom I know are true friends by heart and many more. Of course going through King's scouts journey has rewarded me the most unforgettable memories, both joyful and dreadful. Will never regret the path that I've taken in  2013 and the decisions I made as It really did help me grew a lot throughout this year. I learnt so much from happenings around me and
 
   yes this sounds very cheesy but I hope the next book of mine is filled with a much more awesome plot.(not the malay literature plot where a dude steals the girl's clothes while she's showering plot,super LAME). And has a combination of much more genres (except horror), am I hoping for a love story? yes and no at the same time. But what's more important is that hopefully this new book of mine starts with a good chapter. Best wishes to all for the upcoming year :)

What's next?

   And its that time of your life where everyone asks you that question...

What do you want to do next? 

                  your future studies, your future career path, your future.

Coming from a kind of traditional chinese family , I will never be able to run away from these questions unless I give them an answer they like. I remember saying I liked drawing, maybe I could be a designer :D even though I was enthusiastic about it, my family waved it off as soon as I brought it up and told me it wasn't .. preferable as the pay wasn't high and such. So my dream was crushed by the mere fact that that certain career was deemed un-profitable. The same thing happened to lots of other dreams as well but anyways, I settled this duel with my family by deciding to take on the path to become a dentist or vet in the future.
   
   I was happy, They were satisfied. Its a win-win situation.

I went to see my grandma yesterday, she knew from my mom that I was planning on being a dentist. She was delighted by that fact and supported me to pursue that career. Besides the occasional gossip about her neighbor's cousins' sister's son's dog's health condition( ah ma gossips), she was telling me to go for dentistry. And to be honest, it felt very good to have your family member support you with what you do.

  Regardless of my results, I would like to give MEXT scholarship a try. Yes, its a scholarship to study in Japan and I really really really really really (REALLY) ....  WANT IT.
   so what are you waiting for? set a goal and go for it! (and wish me luck too ;) )

Prom night 2013

prom was UH-MEH-ZING

 note that it's not amazing but uh-meh-zing.

allow me to explain.
UH

At first it was awkward. Seeing everyone in really dressed up and all but all these guys are people you know so no biggie. The atmosphere wasn't heated up yet and stuff.

MEH

The performances was okayyyy. I suppose it was. But most of us was too busy taking picture or eating to pay attention to the performances. Yet again, thanks to the awesome committee members for their all their hard work in preparing prom for us fourians.

ZING

Now comes the awesome part, where everyone goes crazy and starts dancing. Seriously. no one cares if you can dance or not, so get in and HAVE FUN! The DJ was so friggin' awesome!!!!
(thank god I wore the comfortable heels), dancing in heels HURT. (if you wear the wrong heels) and I don't mean slow dance (house music man, what do you expect? x) ) Kinda hooked on house music right now, lol. Next in my bucket list-- 
go to a rave when I'm old enough.

 yes,korean to the max xD

now all we need is a red carpet ;)

My funny teacher :)

  When I was 4 or 5 , I ditched the local kindergarden halfway because the way they taught was by scolding and yelling , not only that but the place was either filthy or just plain unhygienic cause I remember returning home with a running nose or some disease.

    Knowing that I needed something to do other than staying home all day watching TV and reading my bro's collection of doraemon comics, My mom sent me to tuition. The tuition is owned by a lady who we all call Teacher Amra. Teacher Amra is always smiling somehow, she's warm and hilarious. Unlike my previous kindergarden teachers, she seldom scold children. Instead, she tried to understand one's problem. This vast difference made me like her instantly, though I was never one to be naughty in class but being in the spot where you feel secured about not being scolded for something you didn't do really helps.

  She speaks in a carefree manner, you'll always hear prim and proper english from her. Because of her, I never even dare to mouth the word "stupid" even though other kids were cursing each other with foul languages I failed to understand. But she likes to give her students nicknames , sometimes the nicknames were so funny I swear I'm glad she didn't give me one. She'd call a buff boy "satish-kurti "(don't exactly know how to spell it but whatever, kurti means small) because the fella used to be a small kid when he was young and grew up to be buff. I'd be lying if I said I was good in English naturally, coming from a chinese family , Teacher Amra was my only source of english education other than television and storybooks. For that, I'm sincerely grateful for all the effort she put in teaching me the language widely used in the world.

   She kept moving from a place to another back then, the first time I went to her tuition , it was situated in a peaceful area. But what made that place mysterious and fun at the same time was her neighbor, the green monster. Teacher called him the green monster because he had a green car, green this, green that, green EVERYTHING. I've never seen green monster before because the fence was really high (and i was a teenie tiny kid). But I heard that he was a bad-tempered man, always quarreling for a small reason. (I don't know whether the rumors were true or not though). I think my favorite was still that house with a green monster living next to it. Kids could run around outside on the small patch of grass and say "HI" to Ginger. (Ginger is teacher's dog) 

   I just finished teaching my 4 year old niece some alphabets and when she told me alphabets weren't important, I got slightly emotional. I tried making her understand the importance of alphabets but sadly, It was of no use. She didn't have the heart to continue learning. I got back to my room and I thought,    
        "how in the world did teacher do it?"
 I felt like I failed miserably at teaching. (Kudos to all teachers out there.) Even though I knew from the start I wasn't cut out for being a teacher anyway given my level of patience but it really feels dreadful . Teacher Amra was possibly the most fun teacher I had throughout the years, no one could beat her at that. Not only did she teach us english, she taught me manners and lots more. I remember the satisfaction and pride when I received those few stickers on my homework signaling a good job or a pen for completing dictation. She taught me that hard work will earn me not only rewards, but also appreciation. It made a big difference for a kid because people seldom realize that kids need appreciation as well.

    She introduced us to this alien named MAMI. He has only one eye and has loads of problems. Sometimes he had a girlfriend, sometimes he had a car. MAMI was an alien she created to teach students english. I could still remember the one-eyed alien with the stickman figure till today.

   I spent most of my birthdays at teacher's place. (while most of you celebrate it with a dinner with parents or a birthday party, I'm celebrating it in tuition with my tuition friends and teacher) I couldn't say I regret any of it, it was indeed something I cherished till now. Teacher Amra helped the birthday boy/girl cut the cake and sometimes even gave us presents. Funny how a small gift can brighten a person's day but it's true.

  Others may call you umbrella due to some sort of failure of pronouncing the word amra (lol, I still don't get the umbrella joke till now), Maybe you're really mary poppins. Maybe all your students were actually jane and michael banks. (that really explains the umbrella thing doesn't it?) All in all, I sincerely thank teacher Amra for all her teachings. She will always be the funny teacher that taught me something more than just english. 

The girl who grew up late

  Ever wonder if fairy tales will ever come true? Growing up, One is given the choices to believe in fairy tales , believing that one day .. happy ever after will happen. Or wave it off as something absurd and stupid, fairy tales are merely stories for children,not something to be taken seriously.

  I grew up late in a certain way, (in the mental aspect) or to put it more precisely.. the girly aspect. Recently I started questioning myself, what have I done with my life? I just finished watching a movie and yep ._. it got me thinking. There are people who DID something in their high school years, what did I do? Sure I got king's scouts and a bunch of good friends. But in the mental aspect? nothing ._.

 Most teens fall in love and all that in high school, and there's me (pathetically watching others and cursing myself for even thinking about it) lol

  

  Most teenage girls go out with friends, go for sleepovers, do their hair and while they're doing that, I'm chopping wood somewhere in the middle of the jungle hoping that it doesn't rain. (tragic @.@) Am I saying I regret being a scout? NO. never in a billion years. But I could've invested more time in being "normal" if I weren't so.. against being all pink and girly. In reality, I like pink (will never admit it) I think family had a part in it as well, yes I promised them no relationships yada yada yada... until I graduate high school. Lol, that doesn't matter.

    My family kind of brainwashed me somehow that I wasn't girly enough, I had to be prim and proper. example? My mom would say I hair looks like a broom and would ask me to cut it off. lol. which is the main reason why I tie it up the whole god dang time. Other than that,Somehow my whole family is convinced that I would crash and fall if I were to ever put on a pair of heels.( lol, about that..I kinda snapped at my sister yesterday cuz I was fed-up about the crash and fall thing, I know I'm "accident proned" sometimes but what happened to believing in me? lol , kinda regretted snapping at her though.I know she meant well) 

   I painted my nails, learnt how to walk in heels, read some fashion magazines, but does all that define growing up? To be honest I don't think so, if this were a game, I'm still at the tutorial part of the god damned game. Something happened recently and it led me to realize that.. you have to build yourself up to a point where when people wreck you, you can build yourself again. 

   As long as you're happy with yourself , what does other people's opinion matter? 

Make yourself feel beautiful, its okay.If it gives you confidence, why not? 

If you don't love yourself, how do you expect people to love you? 

My crazy cousins :D

 

Just a thought : plain clothes, big difference

  Lots of events lately resulting in me having to search for presentable clothes . lol. how do I feel?
one word.
                       TIRING.

Picking clothes are tiring. Trying on clothes are tiring. Keeping clothes are tiring.
    EVERYTHING IS TIRING -_-

I'm already at the brink of exhaustion merely just trying on clothes. Lol, not to mention handling criticism from family about how you should lose weight and whatsoever. Not only does it tire me physically, it tortures me mentally as well. It pushed me to a point of thinking..
what if what we wear doesn't matter?
What if how you match the clothes don't matter at all?
What if you could just hang out with people regardless of what brand you're wearing?
what if?

   I remember the headache-less years when I was a child and clothes were just .. clothes. They serve as garments to keep you warm . As long as you wear clothes, you're good to go. But no, society now requires one to "dress accordingly". You get criticized if you didn't know how to match pale pink and green. You're seen as a complete nerd if all you wear is sweats and pants. Not to mention all the advertising nowadays that really kills one's self esteem .Tall and slender models, looking good no matter how ridiculous the clothes are. And then there's you, looking like a drag no matter how expensive the rag you're currently wearing costs.

  Why can't we all just dress plain and simple?
Less headache. Less conflicts. and you know the old saying- less is more :)

Other than that, did you know the industry nowadays are polluting the environment just to make what you're wearing now?

sad isn't it?
Just think how life would be so much easier if everyone weren't so obsessed over what they're wearing and more important inner beauty is.

DURIAN (how to remove durian smell)

There are two seasons in Malaysia. (we have seasons?!)
         
        winter?summer?

No, Malaysia still isn't snowing , Malaysians are too hot for snow anyway =/ (NOT)
        
       ._. .. rainy season and.. sibeh hot season?

Malaysia is hot the WHOLE DANG YEAR LA. -_-
       
       then? O_O

Durian season and rambutan season lorh, like that also dunno :P

Yeshh, the long awaited durian season is finally here (muahahahhahaha) . Durians are like golden treasures tucked safely in a safe, for some...durians are like a stink bomb that causes the end of the world.( lol,dramatic much?)
    Personally I love durian, it's OSUUMMMMMM. But my sis doesn't, which makes it feel like a mission to clear off the durian smell ASAP before she starts complaining or puking.

 Guide to removing durian smell from breath and hands.
1. Breath-- other than the usual gargling and brushing teeth like madmen , the other solution is to fill the shell of the durian with water. And gargle using that. I don't know how the math works for this but it just..works.lol.

2.Hands-- Use the seed of the durian as a soap and rub it on your hand as you rinse you hand with water.

Take my heart.. GIVE ME DURIAN INSTEAD !!