Win a Chance to Showcase Your 8 Millenium Goals @ the 2008 Global Youth Forum in Armenia!!

The Malaysian Chapter is open to all Malaysian youths aged 18 - 25 years (individual or two members per team), who would have to select one or incorporate all of the eight United Nations Millennium Development Goals in a written document, a 3 - 5 minute video, or an active electronic presentation demonstrating their strategies, plans and solutions in addressing and achieving these goals.

The Eight UN Millennium Development Goals are:
1. Eradicate extreme poverty and hunger

2. Achieve universal primary education

3. Promote gender equality and empower women

4. Reduce child mortality

5. Improve maternal health

6. Combat HIV / AIDS, malaria and other diseases

7. Ensure environmental sustainability

8. Develop a global partnership for development

For more information, visit http://www.astro.com.my/themalaysianchapter or refer to the Bonne Substance section on the sidebar.

Unfortunately, the rules state that all participants have to be aged between 18 and 25 years old, which I'm not. But I know plenty of you who are! =)

Precognition

It appears that my body will only go through so much abuse until slightly past 4 am. After I was sure the painful parts were over, - I've done 500 plus out of the 700 plus pages bu then - I settled the book down and lay looking at the ceiling, at the light. Now that I recall I vaguely remember the room seeming to spin on the horizontal plane, like a boat out in the ocean - I'm thinking of Billy Joel's Goodnight My Angel. haha. Then I was out.

Someone must have turned out the light while I was out cold, because I was totally out. And I woke at 9.

I cannot begin to convey how incredibly strange I become when I do dive into a good book. I would laugh out loud, or giggle, my eyes would occasionally widen in horror and I'd gasp, with my mouth forming a soft 'o'. But most terrifying, was that if the emotions were just right, I'd cry. With Breaking Dawn, I would tear up just a bit, and that was normal. New Moon was scary.

But now it's even stranger, because I didn't feel anything. Just a minute ago Ken IMed me, elated that he was to be flying off to the US. Deep deep down somewhere, I knew I should be happy for him, and I was. I just didn't feel enough of it. Like someone had just pulled a plug on my emotions, draining me. Somehow I know this calm cannot last, not for me. It was disturbing, abnormal even, for me to not show some sort of emotion. As it is, I am a passionate person by nature.

I feel like I'm sitting lotus-style on a sharp precipice which promised a hard fall either way. On my left would be immense hurt, pain and suffering. Mentally, I would probably suffer. On my right was immense joy and elation. Insanity.

It doesn't make sense now, but I know I'm anticipating something.

It would not be very pretty.

I know it's long overdue,

And parrots speak without thinking.

Happy 17th Birthday, to the biggest parrot in the whole wide world, dated 13th August.

Amirah binti Mohammad Hedar.

It’s been 10 years! Still have that picture of your 7th birthday, the one with you, Vi-Jean and I on the bench at your place (the bench is still there kan XD). Man, I hate that picture. And the frock.

Oh mY

I am blogging from school during (can you guess?)

Cik Fadzelah's period. I'm so glad you didn't leave for Sabah to get married. I'm selfish that way.

I DIDN'T GET NS!!!!!! Mwahahahahaaaaaaaa

Oh, and she (teacher) has locked the computer room door for fear of the invasion of the NS-checking crowd. Woohoo.

But if I don't upload something on my Yahoo! Group file, I'll be stuck in here forever,


So, cheerio comrades! :)

No Food Day

I don’t know what stressed me out first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head

Papercut, Linkin Park

I didn’t know how incredibly tired I was until you accidently set me off, and I’m sorry I reacted that way; I was tired. And I didn’t even realize,

Until now.

I’m so tired, tired of being vigilant, and I’m tired of caring. I’m sick of walking with my back up and chin tilted along with the stupid poker face to complete the facade. And, I’m sick of telling, reminding, scolding, reprimanding – all of you to buck up your image and professionalism. I absolutely cringe with loathing at the line, ‘Aiyah, simply lah.’ I hate that kind of lackadaisical attitude you portray, it’s filthy. And it’s NOT COOL to not care. That is lame to the highest order. You here? Buck up you lazy asses. And please watch your image, especially outside class. Don’t ever give a prefect any reason to apprehend you. It’s humiliating. Have you no pride? Yes? No? If not, leave. We don’t need people like you. But I have hope in the few who work in the shadows, I respect you, and you are my hope. And also for the new batch. Good luck.

Regard this as the speech I wish to present on my farewell, but never will.

Sometimes I wonder, if all that work pretending has really gotten to me, maybe it has, so I’ll just try to live with it. Change doesn’t come easy for me, it fascinates me, but it also scares me to death. But once I yield in acceptance, the rest is easy.

* * *

I officially dub this day NO-FOOD/TORTURE DAY. The day where all the food in the canteen ran out, and finally came late. Torture because I was ravished. And believe me when I say, GIRLS CAN EAT.

Finally, Aileen's MTV Overview

The seats as they are-a filling up.

The VIP area, right behind the stars seats.

"Thank you thank you thank you Amirah for the MTV Asia Awards tickets, and to your lovely (and wacky) parents for chapheroning me up and down Genting. I would also like to thank my beautiful mom and handsome father for agreeing to this without argument, and my brother for being well, him. And Vi-Jean and Yee Vonne for making it too. It was just too bad our seats were separated, eh?"

Jabbawokeez (from Step Up 2) kick started the awards with their awesome dance moves and incredible coordination. Was totally screaming for them all the way, shame though, wish it lasted longer. The Pussycat Dolls were totally strutting their stuff and for that, I wish I was in the mosh pit dancing too. XD

Jabbawockeez on the side stage!

Blooper! Their second song, When I Grow Up music stopped halfway through Nicole's vocals at the beginning. Thankfully, it was well covered up.

OneRepublic was absolutely lovely. Their bassist also happens to be a celloist, and my did he play with vigour and bouncy hair XD. The same can be said for their lead singer, who did a piano number along with Mr Bouncy Hair on Apologise before graduating (both) to guitars for Stop and Stare.

After that we had a few local performances : Singapore rock band and Stephanie Sun collaborated on a song about natural disasters in Asia.

Despite my apparent lack of interest or exposure on Korean music, I must say, Super Juniors performance did not fail to impress. Their vocals were reasonably synced for such a large group, and their dance on the second song was mind blowing. However, it was obvious that they had to lip-sing that one. Oh well.

Super Junior doing their thing

AILEEN'S PERSONAL FAVOURITES.
OneRepublic was absolutely lovely. Their bassist also happens to be a celloist, and my did he play with vigour and bouncy hair XD. The same can be said for their lead singer, who did a piano number along with Mr Bouncy Hair on Apologise before graduating (both) to guitars for Stop and Stare. Today I was still humming their songs in school =)

Jabbawokeez!

Pop Shuvit's Project E.A.R. collaboration with other bands from Philliphines and Indonesia. Mind blowing! However Western rockers rock, Malaysian rockers can rock harder. LOL.

It's not very clear here, but the Click Five started off with a kompang percussion and flute accompanyment. The lead singer was actually trying out the kompang XD

Panic! at the Disco!!!!!!!! [insert eardrum-shattering scream here]. In accordance to their whimsical showmanship and their Best Style award, Panic! at the Disco ended the awards with much flair and flamboyance. Chinese acrobats flipped in between the rocking band, while some were on the side stage in a bone breaking formation. Then came the can-can dancers and a marching band clad in red.

They sound better live!

They made us scream 'whore!' for the song I Write Sins Not Tragedies!

Jared Leto should loose the eyeliner!

Karen Mok should put on weight!
and tame her hair

The Phillipino band Chirochi should compose themselves when hugging and kissing PCD!
What will your mothers think? tsk tsk

A very happy author. =)

Bona fide

Ah yes, something just occured to me. Those who remember my old blog layouts should recall a wishlist somewhere. Now, if I myself recall as I should, the list went somewhat like...

1. Diploma in Pianoforte
2. New handphone
3. Digital camera
4. mp3 player
5. Straight A's for PMR
6. Straight A's for SPM
7. Hotness
8. A boyfriend
9. Learn to ice skate
10. Laptop
11. A dog
12. Kiwanis Key Leader
13. Be a BRAT
14. Go to Outward Bound School again


Well, material wealth isn't everything, but it sure counts!

Elaborations in the next post. Oh, and I curled my hair too. :)

So loyalists and faithful friends of afar, please, do try and keep up.



Looking forward to making pewter and MTV Asia Awards (and possibly sleeping over at Amirah's place)

Loves.

Thank You

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared .

Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?'

The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick because no one else would stop...' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 'It's my brother, 'he said. 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up.'


Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'


Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy! push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.


It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.




If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.




If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.




He sends you flowers every spring.




He sends you a sunrise every morning.
Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!






God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.






If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Always both

I met a guy on the LRT the other day.

He ranted on how the world was going to end, and that there would be many murders by God. He told me and my friend to be careful. All the while, my eyes raked his exterior. Decently dressed, but with aging sneakers; a ring and a gold watch, probably once rich. In a higher income group; an old umbrella, not doing to so well now. I asked, 'Do you have a family?'. 'No.' That explains everything.

I was right. This man used to work in an oil business in America. Before Malaysia, he lived in Singapore. 'The world is coming to an end, bad times for the world these days.' Then he pointed behind us, at the sky. 'Bad', he shook his head. 'It's going to rain.' Wow, he already had an umbrella, I thought.

Also, he kept repeating, 'I'm Catholic,' while motioning to his heart with his right fist. 'I go to church, pray often.' As the train reached Masjid Jamek, suddenly he exclaimed, 'There's my church! See, St John's.' But it was Wesley Methodist Church he was pointing at, I've been there. It's beside MBS. Plus, as the name suggests, that church is Methodist.

He got off just as we did, I looked back, expecting to not find him. Like in the movies, where the angel suddenly dissapears, but he was there, walking in the opposite direction, taking the opposite stairs.

I would have liked to believe that he was a messenger from above. But Hui Ning and I concluded that loneliness and religion sometimes distorts reality. But what if faith was the only thing keeping this man alive? I'm confused.

But the world was never black or white. It's both, always both.

Showdown perhaps

A possible breakdance battle might ensue tomorrow. Time, after senior school hours. Location, unknown. Who? Alvin vs Kartigan.. Line from Alvin, 'If you don't show up, you're a effing pussy!' note, this blogger is merely reporting a possible event. She shall not be responsible for the actual precedings on the day of. She has also obtained verbal permission to blog. This was posted via handphone, praise be all. Have a nice day all =)

Relay for Life

Participants walk in a 16 hour relay to symbolize the ongoing fight for cancer. Now I feel like a promoter right out of the tv add, haha! This year was much more organised that last years relay. And they had 8 foreign countries participating, that puts a smile on any guy or girls face, admit it! But on with a personal account/essay. You have been forewarned.

I was ready to succumb into self-inflicted depression once they left. For the only SBU-ians were Charlotte, Aimee and Desmond. For I was to be the only one (Andy hardly counts) to be staying overnight in that desolate place. After the high of walking backwards 10 rounds in a line with numerous people I barely knew, I was resigned to let the waves of helplessness roll over me. And for a while, thats what I did, doing nothing.

For this time would be different, and I knew it. But then I got up and braced myself to put on a sporting show. Because that was me, I don't dwell on depressing things much more than necessary, its unhealthy. I was thinking that if I couldn't have company, I'll make company. Besides, 'if you can't fight them, join them'; so the saying goes.

It was in this state of mind that I went to see the Relay for Life Pageant and screamed my lungs out. The ecstasy was much helped by shock and ridicule.

This guy was actually forced into a bra. I could see it sticking out at the back.

This picture disturbs me slightly, maybe because I got to know this model in person afterward. After all, at that time I was thinking, 'Dear God, he really looks like a girl!'

First Runner-Up. My personal favourite. He was totally burning the stage with attitude and sexyness!

Crowned Miss Relay for Life. I must admit, he/she is mighty classy. Wouldn't be able to tell the difference in public.

The beautiful contestants. XD

Their Chicken Dance was all wrong, and this triggered another wave of sadness, for entirely different reasons. I missed my Sexylicious gang, knowing I was obliged to be here instead of there, celebrating Nisha's farewell. I really did miss them, and I know it doesn't show, not much, but I do. I wished they were all there so that in one spark of youthful rebellion, we'd all jump on stage, shove all the fakers off, steal the mike and go 'No way man, this is how you do it!'

But then I snapped out of my unprecidented reverie and plunged, headlong into the back lines of the dance, the lady grabbing my left hand with a smile. I smiled back, an automatic response. It was halfway through when a man caught my peripheral vision, naturally, I held my hand out and he took it willingly. The dancing never stopped. At that time I thought, rather unconciously, 'Damn, a nerd. Just my luck.' And he did look the part, a round, hairless face, framed by circular glasses, largely outdated.

Unbeknownst to me, that would be the first friend I made there. The first phrase I remember would be 'I'm from Taiping.' Haha! The irony. He was one of the few who cycled from Taiping all the way to this stadium. It all took 26 cyclists, and 3 days. Only 8 made it to the stadium. Out of that, only 4 actually cycled thoughout the 16 hours.

Naturally, that triggered my dream of cycling around Malaysia with a friend(s). And to think it started out as a fanciful daydream we 'ironed out' online. Haha

His name was Tzuo Hann, and he was 24. I did a double take on the age, I never expected him to be so OLD. But old, in a way, was pretty good, I needed a conversation which made sense once in a while. And also the added bonus of debating and verbal hedging and sarcasm. I was surprised at the ease of it. Either I was really and truly growing up, or he was mentally still a teenager. I couldn't tell. I was prejudiced.

Only later I got to know a Nottingham student. That started with a bike ride. We talked about many things, but the most surprising, and disturbing, I might add, would be the subject of cancer. It was a surprise really, but he'd been bouncing questions off me randomly out of boredom, I felt like I was being cross-examined.


J : What would you if you found out you had cancer?

I paused, doing another double take, thinking I'd better stop doing that. But my thoughtful expression gave me an idea.

A : How do you know I'm not already having cancer?

My voice was light and cheery, intending it to be a joke. But it came out all wrong. Now it was his turn to do a double take.

J : Are you serious?

I shrugged, half skipping.




About 100m later he asked again.



J : Are you seriously having cancer?

I could see that this was getting too far, I shook my head and stared.

A : NO, of course not.

J : You got me scared there, I spent the last 100m thinking of what to say to you!


Haha, but the worst wasn't over.


J : If you had cancer though, what would you do?

I had to think about that one for a while...

A : Nothing.

And for some reason, I was absolutely positive.

J : Come on, I'm sure that there'd be things you want to do, specially.

A : Nope. Nothing. If I had cancer, I wouldn't tell anybody. I don't need sympathy. Besides, its more fun that way.

Notice the resemblance based on the above? =p

And in a way I knew I was right. I would want life to be exactly as it is now. Its not perfect, but its comfortable. Of course, my resolve might shake sometime... But really, who's getting cancer anytime soon? =)

Same Place, Different Things ver.3

I shan't bother with the pictures, they're mostly camwhored anyway. Most of the time was spent with a pack of cards on the bus. But that was closer to the end. At the beginning I just caught up with Jeff about stuff, relationships (well, without the plural, since only one of us was having a relationship), college, school... Stuff we haven't been able to talk about in a long time. And it was good, talking to him, a big brother in so many ways although I have plenty of THAT. My family has more boys than necessary, on my dads side at least.

The other half started after lunch. Baskin Robbins completes every UBS Trip, every year, without fail. Sorry, just needed to add that. And so we educated Faiz and Melvin on Shithead and all its glorious beauty. Then, we played Bluff, in desperate need of group entertainment. It was pathetic, but in a fun way.

Too bad about the Love/Hate game though, we should definitely play that someday. I'd love to see us slapping and um... kissing(?) each other.

But after BRATs, the latter shouldn't be a problem, aye? ;)

Same Place, Different Things ver.2

The airconditioning in the master bedroom is just pathetic, at best. I vowed to sleep in the family room on the upper floor, or kick the boys out of their room. But since they provided the space (and air conditioning) for our later-than-midnight movie, I chose the previous.

Watching Step Up 2 on a miniscule portable DVD player in an over-crowded room was... unusual. That, and not counting Muru trying to burst a pack of Twisties to scare Pui Ying, and Faiz ACTUALLY bursting a pack of Twisties, which made manouvering hard, and everyone curse.

The next morning saw the boys dissapear as the girls had fun preparing breakfast anyway.

'Good morning!' Smiley Scrambled Eggs says. XD

Should I express again how beautiful the place is? Hush, the bag and racquets are stolen goods.

The gym as a wall of dedicated mirrors! Joy!








Didn't take any pictures of the bowling competition, unfortunately. Three rounds of that stuff can kill you. That, and swimming in an Olympic sized pool lengthwise. That, and being elbowed hard in the temple whilst playing Water Polo.


Surprisingly, I found it hard to sleep that night (morning). Was supposed to fall asleep at 3 plus, and I was going to, until SOMEBODY started snoring. Heh, go figure.

Same Place, Different Things ver.1

Good things never last, and the best things will always go by too fast.

I did wonder how I migrated from the back to the front of the bus permanently... Curse that stupid six-sided, 2x2, miniature.. Rubix cube. Spent most of the time teaching Melvin to play Shithead, which resulted in him ending up with three quarters of the entire deck in his hands so there wasn't much competition. Shithead XD

Went gift shopping for my secret friend at the stop at Pagoh. Quote : 'Think, Bukit Kepong'.

Shopping at Giant was a very lively affair, with lost people and quantity debates. Why do I have a feeling we got 2 of everything? Haha

See see! The grand total says RM 115.28, thats RM 4.72 UNDER BUDGET! We're so proud of ourselves =D

Only Pui Ying, Puan Song, Jeremy, Melvin, Faiz, Niklaus and Ji On(?) will ever know how much I progressed at bowling from that evening XD

As the bed was lifted off its base, the truth was revealed..

Bra and panties!

'Maybe its on of those voodoo things'. Huey Shan

Happy Birthday Hui Ning

Jeez, I know it's kinda late, but my dearest-est dbkl worker celebrated her 17th birthday in well-fed style. God bless California Pizza Kitchen.

Loves =)

Who Am I?

I am the saviour of the people
Swords are raised and armies swollen and fallen
The masses would die for me
Yet I create the miracles of life
Who am I?
I am Faith.

Worthy is the one who earns me
Betrayed is the one who misplaces
I can be given, and also retracted
I am needed for any relationship
Who am I?
I am Trust.

I am lived, breathed and felt
I can move continents and change the world
But I'm only as powerful as the people
Some call me an illusion, a lie
Who am I?
I am Love.

Sparks fly when I'm around
I ignite the deepest desires
And drive steely determination
I am the son of Love and Trust
Who am I?
I am Passion.

My sparks are from hell
The devil's hands are my mould
Anger is my servant and slave
I blind the heart and poison the soul
Who am I?
I am Jealousy.

Physical hurt is my illusion
I inflict conflict with the utmost of intention
Emotional reformation is evolution
But only if they not drown, but learn to swim
Who am I?
I am Pain.

I am a weight at the ankle
I can be dragged for eternity and never let go
Nobody wants me there
But I am everywhere, in every street
Who am I?
I am Suffering.

I am the most powerful of them all
The most prevalent in unwritten history
I overshadow all of Suffering
I am the will to live
Who am I?
I am Hope.

Everything above is who I am
Everything and so much more
My posibilities have no horizon
My dreams,borderless
I am capable of all things
Yet I can be nothing at all
The world is in my hands to grasp
So what am I waiting for then?
Who am I?

Well, I am Man.


* Aileen is thinking that it should be submitted to the school magazine, but wonders if its good enough. However, she thinks that her inspiration has come home at last. Rejoice.

Salvation Will Come

I'm sorry I'm bad
I'm sorry you're blue
I'm sorry bout all the things I did to you
And I know...

I have been neglecting my blog.

But I promise you, it will be revived during the coming holidays. Just as I created the art for my banner as of above, I shall attempt a new revamp. And I don't believe in internet ripping for my banner, its mucho unoriginal, such a rip-off. Bleeh.

Be still and know, salvation will come.

Of Courses - The Drama'll have to Wait

The best Kursus Asas PRS I know. My Kotak Ajaib was fad yo! Thank you Ebe... And it was a course fraught with fun and frantic planning on the facilitators and module conductors part.

Lesson learnt : No one gets it right the first time, I didn't.

Faiz looking all smugness. Dahlah his crown says 'Kutuk Saya!'

There were racial issues, and I shan't dwell on that, because I get so upset, simply because I expected much more decent decorum, albeit not from SBU.

Terence. Glad to be rid of your twin sister for once? Evil...

But it was fun, much. On the first night, in our chalet, we were watching X-Men 2 without actually paying attention because we were gossiping and stuffing all the junkfood we can. Then a Malay horror movie advert came on and it was part lame, part gross because it showed a dismembered face. Then, an advert for Shutter was next and that was spooky. Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, and our noise went up and then silence as Hui Ning approached the door and lifted the curtain to see outside.

Well, she scream, I scream, all scream.

It was Ebe, whom she mistook as a woman. o.O

Jarrett celebrated his birthday there! Praise your faci's, they got a cake for you outside! Be thankful kid.

Memorable moment 1 : Knocking Pn Songs head by accident at the beach.

Memorable moment 2 : Playing football with the juniors. =)

Memorable moment 3 : Falling asleep to Shin Ee's voice on the 2nd night. Bloody hypnotic.

Thought : It's my last Kursus Asas... I'm already counting off the days =/

After Effects

Thinesh brought us jelly today. I love that kid. And oh, look at me, I'm still smiling!

Funny how a little thoughtfulness makes someone's day. So practice RAK! [Random Acts of Kindness] I swear it helps.

Today I shall also chronicalize a promise Melvin made to me. Actually, Pui Ying and I were just questioning his steadfastness in becoming a lawyer. Then it turned into a 'so-it-means-you're-gonna-leave-UBS-la!' interrogation. He looked so stunned, as any good junior is when confronted with two seniors with their arms crossed. I think he nearly cried too, but then again, we're all in the drama team so expressions cannot be fully trusted.

'There are 3 things you promised me.'

1. You'll stay in UBS until Form 5.
2. ... AND become president.
3. And when you do, you'll have to fly and find me, where ever I am.

Terms and Conditions : If Niren cannot join you, you shall pay for his air ticket. I'll be 21 then, good luck my lil bro. =]

P.S. , I like your brother's name : Edward. Haha Tanjung Puteri's gonna be a blast. I'll play football with you guys again. But please, have mercy.

* * *

I saw Ming Wai's picture in St John's school magazine. So ugly! I mean, he didn't smile, so it was... ugly. Man I miss that blob, now hairless.

Bless Her

Talk about essay writing... Ish. I said black and got white.

Firstly, I would like to thank the people that made it my birthday lunch.


Secondly, I would like to say that I love you guys. That was a lot of Happy Birthday singing. =) And the presents are fad. They are being showcased in my room, haha.

And Hui Ning's pendant from French-Fry-Throwing-Country is loved too =)

Thirdly, Happy Belated Birthday Edwin!! Meant to wish you earlier, but I was preoccupied with exams.


Fourthly, despite myself, I am excited about the coming Kursus Asas. UBS rocks!

And fifth, I think I have decided.



Bless her.