Ever believed in last hopes? Well, I do. So today was a day out with my friends to watch Jennifer's Body at Gurney.

Frankly, this movie kind of disappointed me a bit. As interesting as it may be, it's still kind of boring. It's about a flashback on what happened to Jennifer and Needy, two best friends. Their lives changed when a mysterious band came to perform where they live, Devil's Kettle, named after the waterfall.

So funny when we entered cause it was an above 18 movie. Muahaha, that was the first time I watched an above 18 movie at Gurney.

Lastly, to all my friends who helped me, Arigato Gozaimasu to all of you!

Nicknames..Part 2

Since Phooi Yuee is going to kill me if I do not update my nicknames, so to you jie, here it is...
Enjoy!

First on the list:

Kemek...And I'm sure my gang knows how I got this name right?

2nd :

My nerd name which I got from a Facebook quiz..


Gurdy

Daddy:

Hehe..

Next, Kelawar as in bat:

This nickname, Kelawar was given by Nurdianah because I'm always staying up till late at night and ending up sleepy the next morning.

And, only a few people will know the meaning of this name. So keep the secret okay?


Yes people, as you know, it's...
Peanut Butter & Jelly XD

And that about sums it up all my nicknames that was given and created...Hope you enjoyed it and I will again update if there are any updates!

I am going to SERIOUSLY kill YOU

So I'm currently typing this post at my school's computer room. And just minutes before that, I've tried to call someone, and you should know who you are cause I called at about 1.10pm since you were finishing class about that time. Tried to call you three times, first time, nobody answered, second time same thing, and third time and still the same!
I was going to tell you to buy additional movie tickets but since you did not answer my calls, I'm just hoping and praying that you're not going to buy the tickets yet.
But, if you already did, well, we'll figure something out.

P.S. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!

Another day, with me ending up being emotional and indulging myself in self pity again. But I ain't talking bout that today.

Today was the training camp for all the presidents, secretaries and treasurers of all the uniform units, clubs, societies as well as boards. So, I was in the Girl Guides 11th Coy. And it was quite a fun day to sum it all up. Realized our seniors have been writing the weekly reports using the wrong format as well as for accounts. Therefore, next year onwards, me, as the secretary will be using the correct format to write reports.

I have decorated the minutes meeting book with a picture which I'm not sure is allowed. And here it is..


Took this picture from one of my T-shirts. I really hope it's allowed cause I ain't gonna rub the thing off. Muahaha

Indulged in self pity...

5 years ago. Year 2004.
It was my first time ever learning martial arts, and I still remember it clearly like it was just yesterday, although, five years have passed. I still remembered, when I first entered the centre, I was wearing a red Spiderman sleeveless T-shirt.
It was a wonderful evening, with the Sun setting yet it's bright light still shone brightly and lit up the atmosphere. Then Master Yaw asked me which school was I from and he told me there was another girl, studying at the same school as me, but she was absent.
The class started, and I felt weird, as it was my first time and my brother and I were the odd ones out as we were the only two wearing sleeveless Spiderman T-shirts.

Year 2006, the first time ever I involved myself in competitions, the sparring and poomsae events. As a beginner, I was proud of myself for becoming a gold medalist, in both sparring and poomsae. At that time, whenever someone mentioned sparring, my heart would beat faster and my spirits lifted up. I feel like I belong there, in the ring, fighting on my own.
Then I remembered there was once, a Friday, which is always a sparring night. I suddenly got afraid of sparring and I cried. Embarrassing isn't it? But I never gave up that time, then came a new event, breaking. And I was so happy to win a gold medal with my team for the first time we entered.

But, as fun as it may be, pressure started coming whenever you get one step higher, whenever you get better. As the saying goes, when the tough gets going, you just have to be tougher. You fight to survive, die trying, or the worst of all, die and not trying at all.
And now, 2009, I've been getting worse and worse, day by day. I've been trying to blame the people around me for giving me pressure, but the truth is, maybe it was just me who did not want to accept the fact that I have to get tougher and keep improving.

Therefore, I start to get worse, at sparring. And the result? I got scolding, again, tonight. I don't blame Master Eddy for scolding me, after all, he has sacrificed a lot for us after all. Sir, although I know you will never be able to read this post, I still want to say thank you for being ever so patient with me, and I am sorry to have let you down.
I have thought of ways to improve myself, but, there is one thing I lack of, self confidence, or maybe more than one thing. Self confidence, not mentally, physically and technically strong.

It's weird isn't it? When I started training, I told myself I would never give up and have dreamt of being a champion. Too bad, this dream remains a dream. This place, which used to be my heaven and everything, have become a torturing hell. I no longer can find my passion for it anymore. My heart no longer beats faster whenever I hear the word sparring, instead, my heart shrivelled, and I was scared.
I don't know if I will ever be able to get that passion, that kind of heartbeat into myself again. November will be my last fight, as I will be stopping for the whole year next year, which I am sure will be every one's relieve. I will no longer be every one's burden.

The last fight, will I be safe? Or will I be knocked out again?

Blog Archives

Read a few of my blog archives, memories flashed back, apart from realizing I made a hell lot of spelling error.

I did realized something, when I was reading and going through my blog archives, there are way too many things that I did not mention . Therefore, I shall start to try posting my memorable incidents and happenings in my blog.

Untill my next post then people!

Volleyball...Fun yet oh so vicious

The title says it all people, the title says it all.

So it was bright sunny Tuesday morning, and the pupils of 2 Ungu were all so excited because it's PJ! Then, they went to the field, and the game of the day was, VOLLEYBALL...

The fun part of volleyball is you get to play it at the beach, although we played on the field today..


And the ugly part, for beginners like us, you get your hands bruised...Like this..


So, conclusion is, if you're the kind of girly type, I strongly advice you NOT to involve yourself in this game. Unless you are the sporty type, then welcome aboard gal!