*haiz*

If anyone asks, its the most stressing day EVER

Don't even go to the part where I'm supposed to study for SPM.
*hate**hate*

*stabs SPM*

GAHHH!!!!

So... today?
I slept at 2.30 a.m.
All because of the Add Maths project. I forgot that we could pass it up on Friday... ended up rushing the Part 1 prematurely until 2 a.m. or something =.=

See?! I'm so so so careless!! ARRGGGHHH! 
*chokes*

Anyways, Thank You, Lord for reminding me about this... or else it would just slip by my mind and I'll just forget about it until it's too late. [yes, that sounds like me T^T]

hm... but today? Wasted time on the Assembly Grounds. It was like, erm... it's raining; go up to class.

10 minutes later; Not raining anymore. Go back to the Assembly Grounds. And stay there until 9.30 a.m.

=.=

What were we doing there? Listening to *some* talk presented by a chauvinistic person. Hmph!!

Dunno what, some prejudiced guy just came and bluntly told the whole assembly what *ONE* group of people should be doing; and how they fail at excelling in the Communications Field, and what are the benefits that *THIS* group of people can get if they control the fields.

@.@

I feel that even though his speech was long, and it was the nature of my schoolmates to clap 'enthusiastically' when one super long, boring and LAME speech ends, I feel that NO ONE should clap for him... since he was EXTREMELY BIASED.

I just don't favour people like this. Hate you! Hate you! *stab* *stab*

Then, we were treated to some more speeches. No, don't ask what speeches; even I was not paying attention.
And, and, and; since Michele wasn't there... *ahem*
So.... xD


Anyways, the rest of the day, I ended up discussing debate. But my efforts were in vain; nothing entered my brain. Honestly, I don't think tomorrow's results would be good. I think it will be bad. Not only are the opponents are great, they also have the upper hand, as we're going to debate in the home field =.=

Oh, correction;

THEIR HOME FIELD 

I'm so dead!!

BTW;

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELE!!

I actually wanted to pretend like I forgot, then surprise you with the prezzie... but you didn't come in the morning and SURPRISED me instead e_e

*haiz*
Anyways, I hope you like it! If not...
You can do a refund xP

No, I'm not serious!! You better use it well!!!

My Dream Story Of Success

 My Dream Story Of Success

A photo of me taken during the Honoury Student Award Ceremony

Success to different people meant different things. To some, it would mean achieving straight 'A's for every exam and tests. For others, it's snagging the job with the highest pay, then obtaining a glamorous mansion, luxurious sports car. Yet to a few, it is finding the right spouse, and building a happy family.

However, to me, success means creating novels for my readers to enjoy. Yes, I want to be a (storybook) author.

Ever since I was young, I had the joy of reading storybooks. I loved Enid Blyton when I was 8 years old. Then I loved reading fantasy, romance, action and adventure books. However, writing is not as easy as reading would be.

You can look up words in the dictionary if you could not understand, but does that mean that you could form a sentence using the correct grammar?

FAT CHANCE.

When my mother found out about my writing problem in Standard 5, she sent me to a Kindergarten English teacher, who tirelessly taught me. Soon, my writing skills became better (grammatically, of course) and I was able to score high and well for the English subject. Subsequently, English became my favourite subject, all the way until now.

However, when one progresses to Lower Secondary without any friends, one has to start over. After six months, and carefully thinking about the financial realities of an author, I decided to be something else... but not a doctor, or a policewoman, or a firefighter. Neither was I a teacher, or a businessman. I did consider taking up Law as a lawyer, after 'Legally Blonde', but I knew this well; my interests were not there.

Even so, I participated in many English Writing competitions. Subconsciously, I was heading toward Emerald City on the verge of the Yellow Brick Road. At the end of Form 4 (in Science Stream), I decided to ask God for help on the path for my future. I told him to let me know what path in life that I was supposed to take by using the End Term results.

When the time finally came, the most outstanding result I got was 100% for English, yes, with all the essays getting full marks. One would not be able to achieve such great results just like that, but I did... somehow. Anyway, this event alone did not show me what God wanted me to be. I had;

80% for Biology,
60% - 65% for Chemistry and Physics,
70% for Bahasa Malaysia paper and,
Marks for other papers were easy to forget

Faced with this, I was even more bummed, but eventually forgot about my heartbreaking marks. Before the immediate start of the school holidays, I came home and received a phone call from my [ex-]Library teacher. Excitedly, she told me that the essay I submitted to Scholastic Writer's Award in mid-year had bagged the Grand Prize. And this was between Malaysia and Singapore.

Oh, btw, I did scream my eyes out. Only after I remembered that I had sent that essay entitled, "If I were a Boy." however. 

*shakes head* and I'm not one for screaming. No, I can't even scream on roller coasters!

Oh wait, did I mentioned what the prizes were? Well, I did get some *cash* [ahem], and publicity, but most importantly, that essay of mine is to be published, for the whole nation [and Singapore] to be read. When I first realized this, I was very very very, infinite times; very, embarrassed and excited. I could not eat, sleep, or even sit still to play games. I had to pace it out, talk gibberish and laugh.

To me, this was success...
Only a very minor part of it.

I have yet to achieve my major goal of publishing [at least] one novel, written by me. Then take the world by storm. Like J. K. Rowling did. Or Stephanie Meyer. [even though I did not read their books]. Well, of course I thanked God of answering my prayers! Without a doubt, this was what I wanted to be; and what I was supposed to do… In my context and my Book of Life, anyways. [haha~]

So now, with 5 more months to the SPM examinations and after so many "university roadshows", I finally know what course I wanted to take; Creative Writing Course. But because it is not available here, [due to financial constraints, as well,] I had thought of taking up Performing Arts. However, after a lecture by a certain person and my Mother, I’ve decided to ignore society’s calling for a professional field and write freelance instead. I would, most probably take a course in collage and in university, but remain fully committed to my dream. 

Having lost it once is enough. I do not want to lose it again.

Today marks the first day of school... after the long holidays...
That is, IF you count 2 weeks as long.

I'm telling you, I don't! 2 weeks is too short!!

As I'm making my way, greeting those people whom I have not seen in this past two weeks, it somehow feels as though I was forced to come back to school.

Like, SPM had already passed, and I wanted to know... WTHeck am I still doing here?!

Today at the assembly, we students were told that our teachers would be leaving school.
They were 5 Alpha's Add Math and Chemistry teachers and 2 Delta's English teacher (2007).
I'm not sure if it's OK to put their names up here

*shrugs*

Anyways, thank you teachers for the wonderful memories and experiences that you shared with us, putting up with our [inconsistant] infidelity with our homework and paying attention in class.
I'd like to wish you many more happy and sweet memories as you leave this place and tred into unknown territory.

All the best :)

Another rude awakening; NIE Mag Inc deadline; this Thursday
Rawr?

*haiz*
Debate, definitely tomorrow
Spent most of my school hours discussing 'Public Shame is an Appropriate means of Punishing Criminals'. BTW, has anyone heard of SMK Puchong before??

Apparantly, that's the school that we're up against tomorrow. Though I've been trying to tell my teamates that nothing much will happen and there are no expectations, I can't help worrying myself.

*shrugs*

Well, at least I came home safe and sound, the papers are... Okay... and I did as much research as I could. Now I could only hope for the best *fingers crossed*

In between, I tried out the new handphones, watched Kaichou wa Maidsama! episode 12, and caught the first half of World Cup Football; Portugal vs Korea

Needless to say, the first half was only 1 - 0.
By the time the game ended, the score was 7 - 0.

Sorry Korea.
Though your dramas are wonderful... and you won the Thomas Cup.
[I can't believe I actually sat through 45 minutes of football!... to think that I had once claimed I can't even sit through 30 minutes of the Final Round of World Cup =.=]
I guess people DO change... somehow.

I should probably pack my stuff for tomorrow. But somewhere inside; I don't want to pack up.

D: