I Love. I Hate

I LOVE chocolates
I HATE Maths

I LOVE Lenka

I HATE animes

I LOVE blog-hopping
I HATE backstabbing

I LOVE secrets

I HATE rumours

I LOVE flowers
I HATE lizards

I LOVE love

I HATE hatred

I LOVE choices
I HATE limitations

I LOVE faith

I HATE doubt

I LOVE Oprah Winfrey
I HATE Amy Winehouse

I LOVE you

I HATE you

Choices and the Future

I love and hate thinking about the future. It's exciting to wonder about the things that you will go through and experience 5-10 years down the road. But it's equally daunting when you think about the things that you would have to leave behind as you take new steps each time.

The familiarity and the comfort zone that you would have to move away from. And the new things and people that you will encounter. They can be interesting but my biggest fear is making the wrong choices.

I don't want to pick the mistaken road. I don't want to be in the wrong circle of friends. I don't want to stray away from the planned path due to my off beam choices and decisions.

But what if it happens? Will I be able to handle the mistakes of my bad choices? I'm the kind of person who gets really distressed when the order of life is being messed up with.

But then again, isn't that what life is all about? Let it mess up once in awhile and in time, you'll learn how to straighten it out again. Nunu and I frequently thought about our future while on the bus and where will we be after SPM etc.

I gave it a long thought and it's decided, whatever comes my way, I'm gonna take it all in stride, be it the good or the bad choices made.

A Step Closer To Him

I only slept for 1 hour and a half on Friday night. The Muslim students had this 'kem ibadah' where you spent 2 days getting yourself closer to Allah. It was an eye-opening experience. It opened your eyes to the things that you have done and have not done to Him.

It questioned your exact purpose living in this world. It reflected the inner you, the good and the bad. It closed the ranks we had. It was just you, me and Him.

There was this one session where we talked about how great our parents have been to us and how we sometimes forget to appreciate the things they have done. One girl was literally crying her eyeballs out. Crying on the floor and screaming "Mak, nak balik! Nak mak!". I was afraid that she was possessed by some sort of spirit. Banyak dosa kot. Errk!

The rest of us had been so busy with our own things that we hardly hang out and gossip around anymore. But we finally managed to squeeze in a lil bonding moment with the gals. Gosh, how I miss laughing with the 'Nanisia' until my stomach hurts! Hanging around in the surau, munching on junk foods and acting like Indon maids (Bibik Wanted!). That was hilarious! Haha.

The camp has brought me a step closer to Him. Every so often, we're too occupied with the worldly stuff until we're drawn away from the power above.

So I need to constantly remind myself, there's only so many things I can do but at the end of the day it ALL goes back to Him.

With Mimi and Nunu (lol what's with that face?)

Ayu bertudung? =)

Smelly feet!

The guys

And of course, the girls

Lovely Saturday

I joined my mum's brunch meeting with Patrick Yeoh at Dome, KLCC today. Patrick Yeoh is a renowned Malaysian author/playwright/film director/columnist and I was enthralled by the meeting today. I didn't know much about him but my mum loved his writings and told me how she grew up reading Patrick's columns in NST.

From the conversations we had over coffee and cookies, I could tell that Patrick is a man of many stories. He lived his life well. And he's here now to share his wonderful stories that could inspire and move people, young and old.

He talked to us about his experiences living in various parts of the country (Kelantan, Sarawak, KL) and how they influenced his writings. He shared with us the saga behind the Malay feature film he wrote and directed, KAMI (starring the late Sudirman). He also told us his tales of teaching Malaysian students English and promulgated his passion for teaching.

And he said that EVERYONE has their own stories to tell, no matter how inconsequential it may seem. But if it truly comes from the heart then it can move feelings and stir emotions even if it's about the death of your cat.

After the brunch, the trio familia (me, mum and dad) went for lunch at a Persian restaurant. Awesome food, I tell you.

Lovely Saturday =)

With Patrick Yeoh

Lunch at Al-Marjun

Don't

*Random thoughts

DON'T bite the cake if you want a smaller bum

DON'T waste your time if you know you can't chase after it

DON'T be a leader if you're going to lead in a dirty, unethical way

DON'T nag tirelessly if you're here not to inspire

DON'T put yourself off the ground when you taste success

DON'T take my heart if you're just here to toy around

DON'T make bad choices if you know what are the consequences

DON'T go after him even if you know he is out of your league

DON'T blame me for the things I didn't do

DON'T.....Just Don't

April Fools!

I'm not much of a prankster but I was in a playful mood today and decided to prank a few friends. Since it's April Fools' Day. Not that I'm a believer or an avid fan of it. But just for the sake of playing a fool on that day, you know.

Everyone loves Oreo cookies, right? But does everyone love Oreo cookies with toothpaste in them? Haha! I substituted the white cream with some toothpaste and offered the cookies to my friends.

And the reactions were hilarious! Some almost ate the whole thing thinking it's some kind of 'chocolate mint Oreo'. I hope none of you had stomach aches because of the toothpaste.

April Fools!

Can you tell which one is the original Oreo and which is the 'chocolate mint Oreo?

The bottom portion would be the pranked cookies!

Crazy Bus Tales

My ride home from school is an old orange Mercedes Benz bus. It's been 5 years (and counting....). And this bus tells 1001 different, wacky, crazy tales each time.

The screaming and hollering of excited kids from the Effingham School are just unbearable. I get really pissed off everytime one of them knock my head with their elbows. And they have really hard elbows, I tell you. So it hurts.

I couldn't stop laughing when I thought about one of the kids throwing guava to Nunu's face or an eaten rambutan to one of us. I get really annoyed when I remember one of the kids stealing my PJ clothes and probably threw them out of the windows after I told them to shut up.

The story of a couple of girls (I shall not name names *wink!*) peeing in the hole at the back of the bus appalled me. Nunu's head and mine practically get out of the window when we fall asleep on the bus, sometimes. We're lucky that no lorries have ran over our heads. Haha!

Even though I hate the fishy smell and the humid air of the bus and the noisy kids, I can't hate the fact that it has been my only mean of transport home for the last 5 years of high school. There are times when I feel like jumping off the bus but I know it won't get me anywhere nearer to home.

So, looks like I have to suffer on the crazy bus for the next 8 months or so. At least I have Nunu with me.

Here's what the bus looks like. It's a whole different world, I tell you.
*Pics stolen from Rose Sharon's blog!

Welcome to the ultimate 'bus life'!

Vandalised seats