I swear, it's THAT hard to wake up at 6.30AM in the morning after sleeping in during the holidays.

What's more, I have to wake up at 5.30AM when school starts again next year.

Most probably for the last year, too.

This certifies that I'm old.

Oh well, I'm always old - since I'm the granny of my class. Hey, it does earn me some much-deserved respect yo. More like I flaunt the need for people to respect me actually. :3

I didn't call myself granny in the first place!

Okay, I obviously digress.

So they finally decided to paint Block C with bright orange and yellow after four years of me studying in that block. And for next year, fifth formers study at Block D.

Ah, pure genius.

The colour is sooo tacky. It's what you get from government schools I guess. Like how my primary school is currently in a horrendous shade of pink and purple.

Goodness gracious, I wonder how the colour choices are made. Seriously.

Met up with Xin Yun and Min Wen first. Then May came.

Next, the master of bronze pots and his wife came with Rozi. Ah Yuan and Najwa were next.

The juniors came at random intervals, but hey, at least these faces I saw today made the effort to come.

I believe there's an entire gang of juniors that should be there, but just aren't.

I seriously wonder how is Rozi going to survive when our batch leaves. I'm not bragging, but seriously. I'm quite sure the rest of them will agree.

We learnt two and a half songs today - Merbau, Berandoi and Teratak Perpatih.

Merbau is really nice. The style is different from what we usually play. Berandoi is actually Berandol to us, and Puan Yew taught us that last year for music. Teratak Perpatih sounds like some hip-hop/rap thing to me. Something tells me it's going to sound awesome. (:

The master of bronze pots is really nice compared to the him when I was in Form 1. Oh my gawd, I nearly cried right there and then in school because of him scolding and criticising me non-stop. It's traumatic, really.

Lunchtime was freaking awesome today. It was nice just sitting there in a group, sharing our food and just laughing and talking.

I haven't experienced that in like, ages.

We have a performance tomorrow for the official opening of Naza Hotel. Rozi, we would really want the moolah as some pocket money and not spend it on the shirts. At least, I know we'll all pay when it's done, but I was just hoping you don't take the money from our pay. :(

And yes, red shirts tomorrow, as opposed to today's blue.

By the way, Ah Yuan aka my darling soon-to-be yellow-with-furs Pikachu dedicated this to us:


Blue skies and moving clouds. :]
Speaking of which, I wonder how Anna's client Aishah Jaafar did for her hockey match today. Saw the match going on when I passed by the stadium today. Mumsie thought I was half-mad cheering for my school in the car.

Hey, I am an SIGS-ian. And I guess I always will be.

Gosh, I'm suppose to be leaving these mushy words for after SPM 2010.

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I remember saying how much I yearned for freedom with college life and living by my own, but now I'm changing my mind about it.



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Now, off to bed for another hectic day tomorrow. I'm exhausted. Literally.

Cheers!

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

I swear, it's THAT hard to wake up at 6.30AM in the morning after sleeping in during the holidays.

What's more, I have to wake up at 5.30AM when school starts again next year.

Most probably for the last year, too.

This certifies that I'm old.

Oh well, I'm always old - since I'm the granny of my class. Hey, it does earn me some much-deserved respect yo. More like I flaunt the need for people to respect me actually. :3

I didn't call myself granny in the first place!

Okay, I obviously digress.

So they finally decided to paint Block C with bright orange and yellow after four years of me studying in that block. And for next year, fifth formers study at Block D.

Ah, pure genius.

The colour is sooo tacky. It's what you get from government schools I guess. Like how my primary school is currently in a horrendous shade of pink and purple.

Goodness gracious, I wonder how the colour choices are made. Seriously.

Met up with Xin Yun and Min Wen first. Then May came.

Next, the master of bronze pots and his wife came with Rozi. Ah Yuan and Najwa were next.

The juniors came at random intervals, but hey, at least these faces I saw today made the effort to come.

I believe there's an entire gang of juniors that should be there, but just aren't.

I seriously wonder how is Rozi going to survive when our batch leaves. I'm not bragging, but seriously. I'm quite sure the rest of them will agree.

We learnt two and a half songs today - Merbau, Berandoi and Teratak Perpatih.

Merbau is really nice. The style is different from what we usually play. Berandoi is actually Berandol to us, and Puan Yew taught us that last year for music. Teratak Perpatih sounds like some hip-hop/rap thing to me. Something tells me it's going to sound awesome. (:

The master of bronze pots is really nice compared to the him when I was in Form 1. Oh my gawd, I nearly cried right there and then in school because of him scolding and criticising me non-stop. It's traumatic, really.

Lunchtime was freaking awesome today. It was nice just sitting there in a group, sharing our food and just laughing and talking.

I haven't experienced that in like, ages.

We have a performance tomorrow for the official opening of Naza Hotel. Rozi, we would really want the moolah as some pocket money and not spend it on the shirts. At least, I know we'll all pay when it's done, but I was just hoping you don't take the money from our pay. :(

And yes, red shirts tomorrow, as opposed to today's blue.

By the way, Ah Yuan aka my darling soon-to-be yellow-with-furs Pikachu dedicated this to us:


Blue skies and moving clouds. :]
Speaking of which, I wonder how Anna's client Aishah Jaafar did for her hockey match today. Saw the match going on when I passed by the stadium today. Mumsie thought I was half-mad cheering for my school in the car.

Hey, I am an SIGS-ian. And I guess I always will be.

Gosh, I'm suppose to be leaving these mushy words for after SPM 2010.

★
I remember saying how much I yearned for freedom with college life and living by my own, but now I'm changing my mind about it.



★
Now, off to bed for another hectic day tomorrow. I'm exhausted. Literally.

Cheers!

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