What a discovery!

I have always been the cheerful and hilarious one among my friends but ever since I moved to High School I have changed tremendously. I wasn’t aware of it until my best friend told me how different I have become, how quiet and timid, how negative, how I isolated myself among others and how anti-social I have become. I spent one whole day thinking about what she told me, whether or not it was true. Then I realized she was true all along. I was not aware of the changes in me.

I took a 180 turn from my old self and became a new person whom I did not recognize. Then it struck me that I NEED to change to my old self because the new me is killing me socially.

With that, I made a vow to talk to everyone and to be cheerful the next day I go to school. And I did. I went to school with a positive and cheerful mind, greeting ‘hi and morning’ to a lot of people. I talk to many people whom I wasn’t aware of, even though they were just a class beside me. In fact, I talk the most today compared to these few months in high school. It felt good to be able to talk voice out and be heard. I finally get to know a lot of them and to my surprise; they weren’t as bad as I thought. Now, deep down inside I felt really good and happy.

I used to think that smart people are those who are happiest because they get more recognition that those who are not but I found out that a lot of smart and top scorers in my class are terrible in real human communication.
For example, I knew one guy who is extremely smart and good looking and sits behind me in class, but he never talks to others except his own friends. He struck me as one hell of a snobbish and nosy guy who thinks he is the BEST. I even heard him bitching about others to his own friends. Pathetic and vain.
From this I have come to a conclusion that the essence of life is not how smart or successful you are but in fact it is how you treat others and how they treat in turn.

Happy Mid autumn!

I have always loved celebrating mid-autumn festival. When I was a kid, my mom would always bring us to grandma’s house where all my relatives would gather to celebrate this once-a-year-festival. I, my siblings and cousins enjoyed playing candles, lanterns (we absolutely loved to burn them) and eating moon cake. Since, my grandparents live in a Chinese village; this festival is celebrated with much enthusiasm, with the children playing lanterns, the teenagers playing fireworks and the adults enjoying their conversations. My grandparents’ garden would be surrounded by candles and filled with laughers. My 4th auntie, whom I considered to be ‘cool’ would bring along her kids, all whom are still very young and also lots of fireworks. She would then be the commander and the kids were her recruits.
She would teach us to play fireworks, not those minor ones but huge and extremely loud ones. Her children were the elite groups where they would li
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t the fireworks in their hands, and threw them on the floor, precisely on time before it explode with a loud bang. We enjoyed competing with the neighbors to see who could play them better. Whenever we hear a loud firework, we would feel challenged and lit a louder one. Despite all the danger no one got hurt before, perhaps because of the ‘training’ provided by my auntie. We used to have this tradition of reusing empty coconut shells. We would fill them up with wax (leftover from candles scrapped from the garden) and burn them. They produced a very nice coconut smell. The day would end with everyone taking a walk the in neighborhood, along with lanterns.

But sadly, over the past few years, mid autumn festival has just been another ordinary celebration. My family no longer goes to my grandpa’s house as there was no more celebration there. I have not seen some of my cousins for months, the last time were during Chinese New Year. Because I stay in a city where there are only a handful of Chinese, mid autumn festival is just another typical working Saturday.

Desperate housewives

Yesterday was a very fun and relaxing day. I’ve watched the whole series of Desperate Housewives. Yup, all 23 episodes in just 3 days! The story is really interesting and funny but it’s a bit ridiculous. It was fun watching it. But the ending is really stupid, it leads to more questions. The funniest thing was that the neighbors were so oblivious to their neighbourhood. A particular gardener mows the lawn of a rich and pretty couple (not to mention the wife is an ex-model who is very flirtatious and the husband is always away) every 3 days and they don’t even question anything about it. Plus, the gardener is a young and extremely handsome 18 years old guy. Can you smell anything?
I would.

Anyway, the series is worth watching. It made me wonder about life and all. As shallow as I may sound, I really learnt a lot from it. I would recommend it to all my girl friends but the guys would enjoy watching the pretty babes in the series.

I went to gym last week during my school break with my friends. They went for a swim before going to gym while I head straight to gym (I can’t swim!!). I was the only girl there and because I was short, I had to adjust the seat in the cycling machine (whatever you call them). I pulled out the screw and I couldn’t put them back! I thought I had spoiled the machine, so, I went to ask this guy to help me out. He put the screw back effortlessly and I stood there like a dummy. It seems to others that I purposely ask the guy to come over just to chat with him! Gosh, made me look so cheap. What an embarrassment!

Hahaha...Thank you, Mr M and Christine.

One of my friend who frequent my blog asked me about this mysterious Mr. M, who occasionally posts hilarious comments in my blog. Apparently, this not-so-cool Mr M happens to be my 'uncle'. An uncle who is slightly older than me, and he absolutely loves Rafidah Aziz! Hahaha, there, no more guessing!

It seems to me that he and my other friend are the only people who read my blog. Yes, pathetic, i know! Well, there might be some other stranger who read my blog but i'm unaware of them as they never post any comment in my blog.So, a big thanks to Christine, uncle for their willingness to spend time reading my boring and full-of-error blog!

YEAH!

It's finally over, my exam that is. Lol, and i really flunk my chemistry test, but hey there were only 5 people in my class who passed!and of course, i'm not one of them...hehehe..
Oh yes, the high school idol went quite well actually. A good number of students turned up for the event, supportive members to help me and the profit was well, okay. I'm so glad that it's over!

I just came back from mamak with my secondary school friends and it was really fun. REALLY fun, the best time i had in these few months in high school. I miss watching movie and hanging out with my friends...I think i'm a whiner, i complain too much...this can't do, i need to change!

These few weeks have been a very hectic week. First, it was my monthly test, and then I had to organize this High School Idol competition. I have been running up and down the whole school to see this teacher, to promote the competition, to get more contestants and a thousands more reasons because it seems to me that I’m the only one organizing this thing…all my members and AJKS are not helping me …I can say that only two or three people is doing work while the rest just show up their faces when there is any compliments for the club….
I think I flunk my chemistry test... lol.. AND also my Biology test…really…I missed a few lessons while running up and down the school, plus, I don’t take any tuition…so, that’s why I can’t keep up in school.
Anyway, the final competition will be on Thursday, 2 days more…so, we’ll see how it goes….hopefully, it will be a success…