29th of December

6 days to NS. I don't know whether i should be happy or miserable. Sighed. I thought back about the past many times today while lazying on the bed. Time sure flies. One upon a time, i was worrying about my UPSR. Soon, i am worrying about PMR. The next thing i know, SPM is here. Then in a blink of an eye, SPM is over. No more school. No more singing the boring old Negaraku and the school song. Wow! i would not be surprise that next i would be worrying about my grandkids. LOL. I missed my friends. It had been quite some time since i last seen them. One thing for certain is that i will never miss the piles and piles of homework given by my teachers. UGH! Boy, i am glad that is over. That is the greatest thing about life. We always move on.

28ve of December

I noticed that in most storybooks, the bad guy always triumph in the beginning, making the poor hero suffer. Then somehow another, the hero will turn to anger and revenge while the bad guy celebrates the victory. By the end of the story, the hero will get his revenge and the bad guy will lose/die/be jailed. That's the common plot. But, what distinguish the authors are the way the story unfolds. Some are extremely typical like Nancy Drew. She and her 2 best friends are like magnet for trouble. They will encounter criminals during their holidays and then, one of them will be kidnapped (usually Nancy). The other 2 friends or Ned (her boyfriend) will rushed to her rescue. The criminal will be jailed and the mystery will be solved. All of those 200 over series of Nancy Drew are like that. Others might be more creative like A Prisoner Of Birth. To escape being jailed, the bad guys framed an innocent fellow for a crime that he did not do. The poor fellow was sentenced to jail for 22 years. But, with his friends' help, he escaped the jail and seeked revenge with the bad guys.

All books are almost the same. Its the story that make all the difference.

26th of December

Its a sad fact that my room now is back looking like a rubbish dump. All my hard work in cleaning and packing. Poof !!. Gone into thin air ! Goodness know who had given my parents an enlightening. They decided to dump all my future hostel stuff (kettle, rice cooker, hanger, frying pan, containers....well, you get the idea) into my room. According to them, all those are my stuff. Therefore, its only fair that its kept in my room until i need them. Sighed. I am not saying that they are wrong. Yup, those are certainly my stuff but still why dump them in my room? What's the use of having a storeroom then? Sighed. Naturally, i can't tell my parents that unless i want an early death. My room is like a junkyard now.

Its also a depressing fact to know that i haven't grew much. While packing my room, i found some old but new-looking pants, jeans and shorts. I haven't seem them for like 4 years. My mom asked me to try them out since they looked new (parents! @.@). Guess what! I could still wear ALL of them. That's proved that i didn't grow much in 4 years. Sighed. Then again, every cloud has a silver lining. That also proved that i did not grow fatter in those 4 years. Should i be sad or happy?

23th of December

Mothers! @.@ Have you noticed that mothers always fight among themselves to pay the bill? Each time going out together in a family with all the aunts aka mothers, when the bill comes, it would be like world war 3! They would rushed to the hawker or the waiter and begun stuffing money into his or her hands. Sentences like ' the meal is on me' and 'let me pay' can be heard. And when they know they might not be at the table in time to pay for the bill, they would entrust money to their kids and expect them to continue the world war 3. The kids of course wouldn't dare to disobey the mother and will stare among themselves. They would sighed. Each silently hoping and praying that their mother would come back in time to pay. When their wish doesn't come true, usually the oldest sibling/cousin will win as the younger ones would give in .

I do wonder. Why do mothers act like that?

18ve of December

I was woken up from my beauty sleep early in the morning today. Zzzz. Waking up just to hear from my dad that we are going to visit my future NS camp. I was so irritated. NS isn't the best topic to talk about when you are sleepy. Come on. I certainly dislike NS. I wasn't happy that i got it.Why must i missed my beauty sleep just for visiting the NS camp? Sighed. Anyhow, my parents are the bosses. I bathed, ate and sat in the car. And so, the journey began.

My camp is in Kuala Kangsar, named Desa Rimba. It is in fact situated in a small Kuala Kangsar town, Sauk. Below are the photos of it. I would loved to snap more but so sorry to say, my handphone's memory was full and the security guard was eyeing on me.

The road into the camp

The parking lots.


The main gate (i think its the only gate)


Its the name of the camp duh


The security guard's hut.


The security guard's toilet (female)



Road into the camp.


The so-called forest but the guard says we are not going there.


The nice looking drain. Looks clean to me.



Road divider to the office.




Road to the office.


Area around the office.


The office.


Unknown place.LOL. I forgotten where i took this but suspects its somewhere near the office.


Rocks and plants by the office.



The waiting place.


Road to the inner part of the camp.


Nice even TAR road connecting the buildings.



Trees by the huts.



The long road into the sleeping quarters according to the guard.


Unknown ancient huts


Closer view of the ancient huts.


Noticed how near is it to the mountains? At least it wouldn't be that hot in this camp.


The event buildings.


A closer view of the buildings.

Ahahahaha! So, if you are in the same camp as me, be assured that we DO NOT live in the jungle and we have TAR road. The next time i go there, i'll try to take photos of the sleeping quaters. For today, this is the furthest the guard allowed us in. Stay tune. I'll keep you update on this particular camp >.<

17th of December

I pitied those who take cleaning as a career in their life. Know why i say this? Well, though my hard work today, early in the morning, i tried cleaning my room again (phase 2). It was so tiring. I almost dropped dead! I cleaned and cleaned but that doesn't seemed to get me anywhere. I took at least an hour to pack my table. That also i took the shortcut. I made my upper part of the table clean and jammed all my other stuff in the drawers. @.@ So now, at first glance, my table looks neat but once you opened the drawers, i am sure you will get a heart attack. I do wonder, when can i finally finish packing my room? I do hope i can do it before entering NS

16th of December

I guess i could say that i am getting better. The sore throat is going away and so is my muscle ache. The thing is that i have suddenly gotten cough. Sighed. The weather is still as hot as ever. Anyway, i am grateful. Certainly, i can't expect everything to be as i wished it to be. My room is still as messy as before. To be honest with you, i should be packing my room now. HOHOHO! But as you can see, i am onlining instead. What could i say? I am a teenager! LOL

My NS letter had finally arrived too. So, my fate is finally sealed. NS, here i come! Don't you dare make me sick!!!

15th of December

Life is unexpected. Who knows that a trip to Penang can make me sick? UGH! By right, i should start blogging yesterday but due to ill fate. I had failed to do so. I went to Penang for 3 days and 2 nights. I went there as a heathy and energetic human being. I came back as a sickly and half dead human being. I cursed Penang for being hot!

On second thought, maybe my terrible condition now was due to my little side trip to TS yesterday after coming home from Penang. Yesterday, i had a slight cold and sore throat. I went to the cinema and my symtoms changed. Now, i have a slight sore throat, a terrible cold, headache and muscle ache. I could feel that fever's on its way. OMG!!! Its sounded like H1N1. @.@

Sighed. I can't even stand the hot weather in Penang. How in the world i am going to survive NS? Sighed. It seemed that i would definately get sick there. T.T

OH, GOD SAVE ME !!!!

11th of December

Today, life was rather enjoyable. I went to school to do some magazine work and spent most of my time laughing over photos taken during the year of 2009. Some people have a weird taste in fashion. There are a few girls in my school who are crazy over silver eyelashes. The thing is that when someone uses a camera to take a photo of you with the eyelashes, it would be as if your eyes are super shiny and would seemed to be shooting out a beam of light. In other words, you would look like an alien. So, if you were to wear silver eyelashes, wear it smartly and don't look like an alien in the photograph. HAHA

10th of December

I have no idea why but my blog is in the wrong time and at the wrong date. I tried changing it but as you can see, I failed. So, I did the best i could. Now it is at 9th of December when the actual date for the place I am in is 10th of December. To avoid confusion, the title of all my posts will be the date of the day I post it. :)

Now, let's see. Nothing interesting happened to me today. I tried cleaning my room but I hardly made any progress @.@ which was kind of a depressing news to me. This is only the second day after my SPM and I am already half bored to death. What is there for a teenager to do? Learn to drive? Can't. I got NS in January. Wouldn't have the time to sit for the test. Go for a jog in Lake Gardens? Can't. It is raining almost every single day. Go out with friends? Everyone seemed to be busy. Sighed. Life after SPM doesn't seemed so interesting anymore

The Begining

So, here i am, blogging for the first time ever. I hope I'll not bored you with my life.

I have been living for 17 years. Yesterday, was the last day of SPM! I could not believe that the day would finally come when I would actually leave school. OMG. I am old! i could still remember the days when I started school for the first time. I am proud to say that. I was one of those rare kids who didn't bother to cry and to cling to the parents before entering class. Hah! And guess what? I am not the innocent one as well. On the first day of school, my teacher whose name I had forgotten had asked us to write down as many as we could words beginning with the letter A. I wrote about 4 when i ran out of ideas (sorry, I wasn't as smart as I am now....LOL) Moving on, i turned to my left and inspected her answers. The surprising thing was that this particular girl was looking over at my answers too. When she noticed me staring, she grinned and we started laughing madly. Soon, after that, we became partners in crime. Together we survey answers from other kids (survey not copy). At the end of the day, we got the most number of words and a word of praise from the teacher. Naturally, she and I became good friends. That's my childhood memory.

Life moved on. I met more friends and added more mischievous events into my life. The people I am with in standard 1, stayed with me till now. I guessed I could say that I am lucky having to meet them. Now everything ends. I am leaving school , going separate ways with my group of friends. Whether or not the friendship that I had gained over the years can be maintained, that I do not know. What is certain is that I 'll always treasure the memory we had together for the rest of my life. I wished all my friends the best of luck. May God bless you.