I think there was an over-use of "NYJCians, make some noise!!!!" at the sports carnival today.
And I played an incredible game of frisbee with the class.
And I'm riding on the hope that people don't read my blog or it's my head in the gutter.
I don't know if it was the frisbee or whether it was the fact that I've been deprived from contact sports for so long.
Most probably the latter, of course.
And we finally stopped after one of the emcees made a sarcastic comment about enthusiastic NYJCians playing frisbee when they're supposed to be gathered like dumb losers at the mini stage area.
During the uber long wait for the calculation of the results, the emcees got bored and asked for a beatboxer in the house.
-____-''
And I admit that Lester was relatively good, I mean, I can't even bloody drop a beat. HAHA.
Like, my sense of rhythm and beat can go more than a little off.
But I thought the other guy, Noel, what's his name, was better. (:
Apparently more experienced.
Hahah, sorry Jeremy x)
Pffft, typically, Pegasus didn't win.
It's annoying how Pegasus is always not so far from the top.
And I mean, it's almost always second!
I assure you, I screamed my lungs out for Peggy.
And amazingly, for me, sports carnival ended on a high note.
Well, the more obvious reason being I had adrenaline pumping through my veins after illegal frisbee with my class causing the freaky ecstatic feeling.
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Today is the 12th year anniversary.
And I know that it was in the fleeting memories of my Grandfather but it's just so sad that he keeps talking about someone dying and everyone coming to visit but he just couldn't name the person who died.
And then the next second, he'll be talking about all the cars he's ever owned.
And still the next, he'll try his hardest albeit in vain to pull out the needle in his hand.
And then he'll go back to speaking about dead people.
I was 6, a young, spirited, energized (perhaps overtly so) girl.
WIthout a care in the world, I thought nothing of what was happening around me.
I thought it was all part of life, that all 6 year olds must lose someone they love.
Until I wrote a simple poem that moved my K2 teacher to tears.
At that point, I still didn't realise the gravity of the situation.
I was thinking too much about fun and games and beating the other kids at spelling and math.
But now, 12 years later, I'm much more mature.
And going through what I did made me believe strongly that life is not so simple.
You have to work to earn life.
And that it's always better to look on the brighter side of things.
Sure does save you a whole lot of misery.
And I sure am sad to say that i like my grandfather more when he's demented.
x(
But I miss the grump `ol man.
>11:07 PM
I swear I'm turning into a recluse.
I absolutely hate to talk in the mornings, and that is seriously sad, because I am a morning person. Or, well, was a morning person.
So please, if you find me totally ignoring you in the morning, I'm not sorry, but well, try and understand.
I can either be a good student or a friendly person, I cannot be both. (:
And as proof, I can't even be bothered to blog. -.-
Hur hur hur .
And I'm on a mission to change my laughter.
I think it sounds too barbaric. Kinda man .
Pfft, not for a feminine girl like me, right, Ain? x)
>8:47 PM
I wanted to go swimming and gym-ing this weekend.
Because god knows I need to.
Jennifer will have a fine time torturing me if I let my fitness level drop.
But I was trying to beat Ain's 24 hour marathon!
And I almost did, had I stayed another three hours or so.
Damn, I woke up at 8.30 am that morning and I slept at 5.30am the next morning.
I hate to admit it, but Ain was right.
Stupid marathons like this ought not be attempted when one is still recovering from flu.
Anyway, it wasn't for fun: the marathon, I mean.
At about 2.30 am, I was dipping oreos into milk, and reading shit about vegetarians and their intolerance of pain towards animals. My mum came hustling into the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom.
This by the way, happens almost everynight, but she doesn't ever need the toilet twice in 5 minutes.
So when she came half-running again into the kitchen, I asked her what was up.
"Your sister is in hospital."
I ended up following my mum to the hospital, together with my 2nd sister because I just happened to be awake.
At the hospital, I sat for hours, of course, coffee made the wait so much more bearable.
Oh yeah. And I can't muster anymore energy to think about how to phrase sentences.
To cut a long story short, she's still in hospital cos her fever's not going down.
>9:13 PM
There is something about being sick that makes my stomach growl for things unexpected.
Like, Nestle's 3-in-1 Nestum.
OR Glutinous Rice Balls in Syrup.
OR Arnott's Jam tartlets.
I almost had an emotional breakdown;
I went to four different stores, and still could not find Arnott's jam tartlets!
My grandmother's telling me they've stopped producing it,
but a large part of me, (namely, my stomach -.-) refuses to believe so.
So seriously, if you happen to see Arnott's jam tarlets ANYWHERE,
TELL ME! And I'd do it as soon as possible if I were you.
Even the school's blueberry pies are not enough to take my mind off jam tartlets.
If anything, the pie reminds me more of the tartlets, thus multiplying the craving tenfold.
Oh . The problem with good food is that you get addicted to them.
Yeah, surely. -.-
Libellés : arnott's jam tartlets
>12:10 PM
Okay let's face it.
Not everyone in this world is meant to be a leader.
So I totally respect it if a person has to scream, undermine authority and disregard respect to get the job done.
But just so they know, I cannot find it in me to respect someone who does not respect others as individuals.
And Izeen is right, I'm almost always too subtle.
Gema Puisi Artistik 2007 was fine.
I wasn't a very significant contributer to actually feel an impact.
Only perhaps, my ears will retire from Ain's numerous complaints about the planning. Hehehe (:
And somehow this year, I wasn't very nonplussed at the number of malays all gathered in one theatre.
Just goes to show, the human mind can get used to anything.
Oh and I have to make this clear, in case anyone has any doubts;
Ain is the president, although she hates to admit it. -.-
And people, I am a member of MLCS albeit an unimportant one.
Anyway, here are some pictures, pre-GPA, if you're wondering why we still look so fresh.
These are our emcees; Azri, Fathina and Syimah. (:
I think they all look perfectly gorgeous.
Lol. Azri looking hamsenburger. (Har, sorry I stole your phrase ) xD
Fathina looking like a million bucks. (:
And Syimah looking like Syimah. Lol
*ahem*
Excuse the mess in the background. (:
My fellow break-ers!
DeenaDina
I'm sorry I don't have photos of anyone else `cos they're in Dina's cam. x(
and so, RANDOM PHOTOS!
Zul hard at work keeping up finances. Pre-GPA.
Great work, Zul! (:
And Jeremy if you're reading this (which I totally doubt -.-)
This was what I was talking about.
It's just a b/w version.
Okay, this is so sad. I've run out of random photos!
So I shall steal Izeen's! (:
Sham, Dina and Suhaimi!
Sham the welfare rep and Suhaimi the IT head of MLCS.
The less-prominent figures helming MLCS. (:
(Suhaimi looks bored -.-)
And this is Mardhiah's sister, whom Ain insists looks like Mas. (:
Lol. I wonder what Mas has to say about that.
HAhahahahhahaha
And speaking of Mas,
Mas, you ass,
Your three months are up. (:
And I'll suddenly accidentally FORGET 29th March,
Like you forgot 4th January, okay?
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.
An eye for an eye. (:
>11:01 PM
I should be honoured that some people would think our ideas are worthy enough to be copied.
However, this is getting a little tiring.
I'm getting sick of this.
And so, I would advise (if they're reading this -.-) a certain CCA group to come up with their own ideas pronto just to show that their not brainless chickens with photocopying abilities.
We've come to a world where ideas are worth millions.
So 2 ideas... well, you do the math.
I assure you, one more time, and this is war.
>10:04 AM
I'm a fan of sweeping statements.
Statement 1:
The world is too emo for it's own good.
Elaboration:
Open your eyes. The world is indeed, chock-filled with people who are too emotional for their own good. So much so that jokes become things that you share only with people you're close to.
You can't even laugh freely at anyone anymore.
No one in this world is willing to laugh at themselves anymore.
No one in this world is willing to take the chance in letting go. We're all too caught up, too uptight in the little things, we fail to see the big picture.
Once again, I must add, I am overgeneralising.
So if you're emotionally hurt by my nonsensical jabberings, then too bad, I don't really care at the moment.
Humans will remain humans. There will always be some among us who will make ostentatious claims about the gravity of their problems. Or even, go to great lengths to display their affectionate relationship with the penknife. Because they think someone will care.
I confess, it vexes me how people are unable to deal with their own problems. While I may not be some sagacious philosopher with profound knowledge on the subject at hand, I do believe that the key to maintaining your composure under pressure is to let go. Accept that some things are beyond control. Truly, you are not the only one in the whole entire universe faced with that very problem.
Right now, I believe I am not the right person to approach if you feel the overwhelming urge to unload your burden on someone.
I may have been the right person last month, or even, last week.
But people change all the time. (:
I'm sad to say I've turned into a recluse, hiding, at best, from potential problems.
Avoidance is but imperative if I want to hold on to whatever scraps of sanity I have left.
I'm sorry. If you find yourself being avoided by me, you should know what I think of you.
I'm sorry for being only human.
>11:25 PM
You never know how whimsical or impetuous the angel of death can be.
Death can come anytime. Anywhere and to anyone.
There is no bargaining. No time extensions.
When your time is up, your time is up.
It doesn't happen exclusively to commonfolk.
It cares not how many millions you have in your savings account.
No rules, no laws can stop death doing his job.
Only orders from up above.
More importantly when one broaches the subject of death, it is, of course, imperative to speak of life.
How do you define life?
Life is not all about material gains. This is one thing that, as a materialistic little bitch, I find a little hard to come to terms with.
In fact, it is true. The purpose of life is not self-contentment. Sure, one is supposed to find happiness in doing things for others, but not for the sole purpose of one's satisfaction.
Imagine a world where no one is self-centred. Everyone makes it a point to serve others above themselves. That is what I would call utopia.
But seeing what narcississtic basketcases we are, the odds of this utopia becoming reaity, of course, is much slimmer than of me going to the moon. And despite everyone saying nothing is impossible, admit it, I will never reach the moon. (:
As quoted from this smartass guy whose name escapes my mind completely,
"All it needs for evil to flourish in this world is for good men to do nothing."
Think about it.
The world is, by no means, poor.
There are countries who matter and countries who don't.
Do you consider yourself to be among the ones who matter?
If so, what makes you think your life is worth more than that of others?
God made everyone equal.
It was man who divided themselves. Man was the one behind war and destruction.
War and Destruction was not by any means on the divine agenda of life.
In other words.
God gave man life but man destroyed it.
What is the point of hating that girl's attitude or hating that boy's mannerisms?
Essentially, everyone is going to die.
No one person (except probably a certain authoritative figure we all love to hate) is going to live forever.
Why not make it easier for everyone, yourself included?
Get rid of the pessimism, the negativity.
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that there won't ever be any hatred or those "I want you to die a horrible death" thoughts in the world had everyone been maestros at sidestepping.
and no, it's not a dance move. (:
My perception of life is to persevere though the daily struggles and to make sure I go to bed happy. (or at least, too stoned to feel depressed) I'm also of the opinion that life is about balance.
Balance between the Spiritual, Emotional and Intelligence quotients.
Damn, I make myself sound so self-righteous.
But as quoted from some odd book, not all perceptions of life has to be righteous.
"Life had to be challenged, attacked every instant, with reckless speed in a Ferrari, with profligate spending, with unrestrained sexuality, with artistic ambitions as monumental as they were impractical."
And to that, I'd say, life is not a right.
Life is a privilege.
Live life as you may; righteous or no, the purpose is to live.
At least, live before life is taken away from you.
Everyone dies someday. (:
>10:21 PM