Ada’s War Cries

My Mam is one Wicked Witch,
Oh, how I wish she could switch!
Deep down in her cold-hearted soul, with stories untold,
She hates me skin-deep, especially my skyward toes!
She smacked and yanked and banged me against the wall,
With no mercy, not even when her child falls.
Go to hell you devil! That’s what her eyes flickered;
To make things worse, oh how she snickered!
She never let me walk, she never let me out:
Not with that ugly foot! She yelled,
So I crawled and crawled, confined in that one-room prison,
With a small window as my only freedom.
I don’t really care about space and all,
I want Jamie with me, that’s all!
But how could a little boy spend whole day indoors,
With friends and adventure awaiting him on the moor?
(He deserved to go out, he’s not like me)
So one fine day I tied him up nice and tight,
I wanted him to stay with me, all right!
Everything went wrong as he woke up helpless;
All teary and weary, he cried with his earnest!
You became like Mam! You became a monster!
I realised it too late; I’ve hurt my brother!
(I’m sorry I’m wrong I shouldn’t have hurt you;
It’s not your fault at all, go out and play, won’t you?)
That very night I waged a war with my foot:
I must learn to walk! Whatever the ordeal!
I'd shed more blood than I have shed my tears,
I’ll fight till the end; for I’m born a warrior!

*inspired and based on "The War that Saved My Life" by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. 

Respect

Been sleep deprived for one whole week and did not have time to recover from it. It hit its highest peak last night, with my mind frozen and my emotion unstable when the event was running. The situation could be saved, if it was not for the ill-management of the committee. Maybe I should not be in an organisation which did not understand the meaning of respect. 

I have been in one during my first year in uni, and I have posted an account of it. Of course I deleted the post due to pressure, and yup I think I made quite the amount of haters out there. Now I find myself in the same boat again, only to realise too late that it is also under the influence of the same particular organisation that I have mentioned formerly. They possess the same hard-rock head and despise criticism.

To say that I participate in events because of the mere marks are simply humiliating. Why couldn't I choose the easy way to gain marks?  I have never thought there existed human beings which disregard others professionalism. Then why did you ask for help and recruit us in the first place?

To look down upon us did not make things go better. If it was not for friendship, I would quit months ago, before it became such a nuisance. Lots of people love to give their orders directly to me, while I have only ONE superior to refer to. Those who claimed them as the "superiors" did not even tell me their identities before "consulting" or "demanding" requests from me. I would say that if it was not for protecting my friends, my temper would straight away high-five in their precious faces. 

The vices lie too deep within the society that I am in no position to correct it nor to improve it. They are stuck and fooled by their so-called "tradition", and there is no one bold and powerful enough to turn it over. For now, let's say that I have safely collected my remaining bits and succeeded escaping the war. Let's hope that next time I'll be lucky and manage to get myself in a society which know how to respect. That way I might preserve the lifetime of my liver.


Let's see how many haters I'd create by posting this. Peace.

Confession to the Blur-but-not-really Genius -- Bi Shan Lim

*Since I started it, let's make it a series... hohoho

I have known Bi Shan for 3 years now. Being an active participant of extra-curricular activities, I find her personalities appealing. Firstly, she is capable of working with any individuals without much effort. She has a good rapport with most of them. She was constantly showered by greetings from others, even we are just on our way to class. Her range of social network is broad, thanks to her active participation in everything she chooses.

              

Although she is busy with her schedule, she has good time management. She never neglects her studies in any sense, her works are well done. Sometimes I wonder how she manages to cope with such little amount of time, but after I observe her working and studying style, I am impressed. She can squeeze out little time between intervals that most of us would just spend it to idle away, she uses it to do her errands. Put it in a way, she uses her time to its fullest. Nevertheless, she also leaves some time for leisure activities. Occasionally, we spend time watching movie, shopping, or having a good meal together.

               

Another trait that I admire her is her ability to stand in front of audience. She is not the attention seeker, or born performer, yet she can gather courage and bring herself in front of a huge crowd if it is necessary. For example, she dares to present in front of the lecture hall of 300 students to help promote an event about AISEC. I find myself reluctant if I were to put in the same situation as hers. Certainly, this is something which I can learn from her.

               

 Furthermore, she is also a person with her own views and stands, and she sticks strictly to them. She is never easily shaken by others, and determine to go with her own principles in life. Her value judgement never quavers no matter how huge the temptation is. She is a strong believer of God and believes that the good must be preserved. Sometimes she acts as my spiritual guidance when I am lost. I am very thankful to her for supporting me in times of despair. She is caring and supportive. I feel very glad to have someone so sincere, yet standing firmly to support me and guide me. She is a friend who I would never want to lose.

All in all, Bi Shan has such out-standing personalities that I believe she would shine bright in her future, no matter what profession she is in. Her supportive character certainly makes her a good teacher, as adolescents will always need guidance and support in their youth. She is the light house for the ones lost amidst deep blue sea. Won’t you befriend such a person?

Confession on My Love-Hate Relationship -- Doreen Tiong

Doreen is like a little sister to me. She is never deprived of attention any of us among our group of friends. In a way, she is the one who receives the most concern and love, even among our course mates and lecturers. I think this is because she portrays a certain attitude towards her life and study: she is dedicated. Although she may face difficulties in times, she is never afraid of seeking help. Her willingness to ask and seek support is a virtue itself. Through this, she managed to improve in leaps and bounds in her studies. She is a humble person who is willing to learn from others. Nevertheless, she is never defeated by inferiority. Therefore, I can see her transformation from first year till now, she has been improving herself along the days and become a better person.

First striking me as quite timid, maybe because she has flown here to Penang far away from her hometown, Sibu, Sarawak; she is a person with strong religious grounds and optimistic views. I am very impressed that she always applies the teachings of her religious into her daily life. She is a lovable person with a great heart. Not only she loves and cares for us friends, she portrays deep love towards her family. Whenever we go shopping, she will always have her family in mind. She bought clothes for her two younger siblings, and sometimes some rare brands that could only found in Penang for her parents. No matter what happens, the first ranking in her heart is her family. I am very proud to have a filial friend as her, as her attitude constantly reminds me to be caring towards the ones we love.

Nevertheless, she is also a good teacher. She has a good rapport among her colleagues and students, as this is shown through her Facebook. I saw a lot of her students posting nice feedbacks about her, and praising her dedicated teaching and caring character. 

Doreen had once told me her dream is to be a reputable and respectable educator, if better, a professor. I am sure she is already on the right path. All she needs is to continue the journey to where it leads her, and before long she will reach her dream. I believe in her, just like she always believes the good lies in every soul.

Confession to My October Twin -- Renee Yong

*This is suppose to be an assignment, but it turned out quite fun, and therefore I post it here. This one is really cheesy.

The first thing that strikes me when I saw Renee is her calm, collected composure. She evokes a sense of calmness even though she is amidst the bustling crowd. We became closer to each other as we are course mates and in the same cocurricular unit, which is St John Ambulance.  Again, my first impression may not be that accurate, as I get to know her better, she has her own quirks. She is a person who appreciates little things in life and enjoys laughing out loud at my dark humour. She gave me quite more than hundreds of sideways glances when I threw out a few jokes and puns. I could not have possibly imagine her to be so expressive when she is literally a ‘princess’ based on my first impression.

To be frank, I admire her very much, as she reads a lot, her proficiency in English Language is prominent. She is a person whom I certainly look up to. Having the same reading hobby as hers, she recommended me a lot of books which I happened to fall in love with them too. I like her usage of words in her writing. Her style appeals to me. Both of us share a lot of interests, we love reading, writing, listening to music, having deep conversations and of course, shopping! Therefore, there is never a silent moment between us even though we are left alone. We always have deep conversations between each other, and I appreciate that she listens to my complaints and nagging, while calmly helping me assessing the situation, giving me suggestions and moral support. She is like an angel, her existence itself is enough to make me calm down in times of panicky and frustrations.

I am very blessed to have her as my friend, as her cool head complements my hot blood. Her perfections make her an ideal lady, both in her studies and in her life. Her attitude towards study could not be easily shaken, she is very determined and dedicated. She finished her assignments in the speed of light, while I am still struggling in the first phase. I am completely amazed by her attitude, as she produces high quality work despite being a speedy writer.

All in all, she is an idol I look up to, and will continue to be my role model in life. I find that I could not point out a single flaw in her that makes her imperfect. To me, she is perfection itself.

***follow her blog!

Confessions to My Roommate -- Sharon Lee

*This is suppose to be an assignment, but it turned out quite fun, and therefore I post it here.

Sharon Lee is the first person I met when I came to USM. She is my roommate from 1^st year till now. Although she evokes a sense of coolness and seems introverted, she gets along well with me (of course) and with our fellow TESOL-ians. It is just a matter of time and once we get familiar, we go crazy.  Sharon has her own perks when it comes to having fun. She is willing to shed of her “image” and act like a comedian for the sake of her friends. Being closest to her, I find her traits amusing and adorable. She is also very talented in arts and crafts. This is shown when we are making props for our drama, or designing our multimedia presentation. Her artsy fingers could draw well too. She is certainly one of a kind.

As a student, Sharon is a dedicated one. She is always ahead of me when finishing assignments and projects. Deadlines are never a hindrance nor an excuse to her. While there are some of us still procrastinating, she gets her things done and moves to another assignment. Her results turn out to be above average too. She is good at managing her own time as she always leaves sometime for her own leisure activities. She loves watching movies, dramas and sometimes documentaries. She also has a keen interest in world history. I am often fascinated by the depth of her knowledge in the history field. We would spend times talking and arguing about world views with each other. She is a great listener too, as I always confide in her whenever I have problems.

All in all, she is too good a friend to lose. I believe our friendship would go on well for years to come. I firmly believe that she will thrive successfully in the education field, be it a dedicated teacher, or maybe a reputable professor.  

Review on "Bluebeard" by Charles Perrault -- A Children's Literature Assignment

There is always darkness lurking behind acts of kindness, just like the existence of shadows beneath everything under sunlight. Judge not. This is human nature.                   -- Preface

Despite being a gruesome horror story, and the fact that it is way too gross to be included in the collection of fairy tales for children; the Bluebeard is categorised as a fairy tale. The folklore, featuring the theme of deadly female curiosity and compulsive homicidal patriarch society of the French Freudalism, published in 1697 by Charles Perrault in his collection of fairytales: Histoires ou Contes du Temps Passe[1], have received much criticism since then, especially after World War II. After more than 200 years, classic fairy tales, which was considered as “ancient wisdom”, could not provide the society satisfactory answers anymore. Moreover, during 1960s, with the rise of feminism, Bluebeard, portraying female as weak and passive, with male being possessive and tyrant, has had fingers of critics finding fault here and there. Although it receives a huge amount of criticism from critics of various fields, it failed to be as popular as The Little Red Riding Hood, Alice in Wonderland, Sleeping Beauty and others. One main reason is that most adults find it inappropriate to read the stories to children, as Maria Tatar said:

“It did not prove attractive to tale collectors, who are eager to assemble stories that would appeal to adult sensibilities about what was inappropriate reading for children. And while so Bluebeard… got lost on its way from adult storytelling cultures to children’s books, the tale managed to lead a powerful literary afterlife without ever being fully aware that its constituent parts belong to a narrative whole.” (Tatar, 2004)

One thing for sure, Disney does not turn it into a major motion picture, and parents choose not to read to the story their children. Because of this, Bluebeard is not a story that many of us grew up with. (Anneloes, 2011) Then, how did it manage to get its way to me when I was a child?  The answer is, driven by curiosity. As a child, I have been fascinated by stories, and how the plot reveals itself, how the villain is defeated, and how justice triumphs eventually. I suppose that it is indeed human nature to explore, to seek for things that are different than what we experience in daily lives, and to indulge in certain amount of imagination and fantasy. Both my parents rarely tell stories, but they let me to have the full authority in choosing what I want to read. They explained difficult words to me, and taught me to use dictionary- at the age of five; since then I am used to reading independently. My family has been a constant patron of libraries, and it’s to no surprise that I encountered the story of Bluebeard when I was eight or nine. And because I have a habit of rereading the books (after a few years’ gap), I am quite familiar with the story.

Bluebeard is not a real given name, but he is called Bluebeard because he has a blue-coloured beard. At the beginning of the story, Perrault asks us to:

Take the time to stop and think,

And to ponder this grim little story.

You surely know that this tale

Took place many years ago.  (Perrault, 1967)

Distancing the audience with the story with the notion that “it took place many years ago,” Perrault has perhaps lessened the fear of one entering the story, because he tells us that it is a grim one. Nevertheless, the child me is one persistent child who finishes reading her story once she picks up a book. Hence, I delved into the story without hesitation. I was surprising fearless as a child, and maybe that time I haven’t been thought the real meaning of the fear word itself.

Bluebeard, a wealthy but ugly blue-bearded man with many riches, has a bad reputation, because of the blue beard, and also because he has married several wives who vanished to nowhere. Therefore we know, no matter as children or as adults, that this Bluebeard man is no good soul, if not where does all his wives go? I knew back then, Bluebeard has something hiding up his sleeves, and since “Nobody ever knew what became of them”, it also suggests that he is very good at concealing his secrets. As Bluebeard conveys his wishes to marry one of the daughters of the lady in his neighbourhood, he fails because the girls despise him and would not want to marry such a frightful creature. However, Bluebeard is determined in getting what he wants: He throws a party for seven days and nights, the event is so successful that “the youngest daughter began to think the master of the house not to have a beard so very blue, and that he was a mighty civil gentleman”. The little me, lured by my own curiosity towards Bluebeard, and how the story revealed the suspense and mystery, plunged head on, into the deeper waters.

And so the marriage is done, and all goes well for a month, until Bluebeard has some “affairs of very great consequence” (which I didn’t really understand when I read it the first time, but I made a wild guess that it was to mean something important). He gives the keys to all his rooms and chambers to his wife, asks her to invite all her friends, but forbids her to enter the little closet at the end of gallery, to the extent that he warned her “If you happen to open it, there’s nothing but what you may expect from my anger and resentment”.  To this point of the story, even as a child, I could surely predict that the wife is going to open the closet door anyway, because any typical storyline would go on like that!

Bluebeard leaves the house and his wife invites her neighbours and friends (who never been to the bride’s new house as they are too frightened of Bluebeard). They unlock door by door, praising non-stoppingly on the wealth of Bluebeard’s possessions, at the same time envious of his wife. Yet his wife takes no heed of their excitement: she is too busy thinking about the forbidden closet!  At last her curiosity wins, and she thrusts in the little key and unlock the closet door. What a ghastly sight!

“After some moments she began to perceive that the floor was all covered with clotted blood, on which lay the bodies of several dead women, ranged against the wall. (These were all wives whom Bluebeard had married and murdered, one after another.)”

The poor wife is terribly shaken, and the key falls out of her hand to the floor. Hastily she retrieves the key and locks the door, fleeing the scene to recover herself. Here comes the sole magical part in the story: the key is stained by blood, but no matter how the wife tries to clean it, the stain will not go off. My heart goes for the wife- what is she supposed to do when Bluebeard came back! We readers certainly do not hope misfortune to land upon this young lady! The story pace goes on faster as Bluebeard returns home the same evening, and demands of the keys the next morning. Bluebeard knows his wife doings, and wants to murder he. The wife tries all she can to buy some time for herself, she begs Bluebeard for some time to say her prayers; and she is not afraid of asking help: she calls upon her visiting sister who is still in the house, and asks her to go up the tower to signal her brothers to come faster to her.

Bluebeard urges the wife thrice to come downstairs and receive her death; so does the wife urges sister Anne to see if her brothers have come to the rescue. It is a very typical number 3 that appears in fairy tale, and the third time being the climax. Bluebeard, grabbing a sabre (cutlass in Zipes translated version), is about to lash open the throat of the woman when her brothers (both soldiers) charge in and take away his life. Alas, our protagonist is saved! The murderous homicidal serial killer is dead!

Perrault definitely gives the story the happy ending touch- evil is defeated and the innocent is saved. The wife (the widow now) inherits all his fortune, and uses them to make her family condition better. She marries off herself to “a very worthy gentleman, who made her forget Bluebeard’s cruelty.” Upon this point, the child needs are satisfied, here comes the closure of the story, which doesn’t sound as sorry as those dead wives the lady found in the closet, and also the murderer is dead! Yay! Hooray!

Ending the story with two morals, which somewhat seems contradicting with one another, Perrault attempts to give advice to the readers of the story, in which I didn’t pay attention at all to those lines when I was a kid. The first moral states that curiosity is a short-lived pleasure that once enjoyed, always proves to “cost too dearly”.  The other moral, stating that the story is ‘a tale of times”, and husbands are no longer so terrible. (Or is that so?)

 Reminiscing the times when I first read the story, and what I feel now, I am surprised that the young-aged me managed to read through the whole story unfazed while having my meal. Maybe it’s because Perrault says that it is a story of olden times, and I believe it anyway that it will not happen around me. But the more I know, the more I fear. Fascinated and intrigued by human darker nature, my choice of fiction has always been fantasy, horror, thriller, mystery, suspense and adventure. I am now aware that a psychopath could be easily lurking among us, it could even be the one closer to us, just like Bluebeard is the husband to the wife. Therefore, the moral I conclude myself, not given by Perrault explicitly, is not to make decision hastily, and not to be blinded by wealth, which many women chose the path.  This story also tells us that an unhappy marriage may as well equal to death, and living in a violent and abusive one (Bluebeard existence is mentally-abusive to the wife in a way, the felling she supresses when she opted for his wealth). The lady at the end is better off without her husband. This tells us that being single is not a bad thing at all, and Perrault maybe criticising the constitution of marriage during that period, where society is patriarchal. We could simply generalise Bluebeard as husbands who are typical tyrants, but how does Perrault know that in future, husbands do not demand the impossible of their wives? There is never a universal truth that applies to each and every individual in this world. Although gender inequality is reduced to minimal level, there are always cases of abusive relationships, no matter which gender is the assault side. Therefore, my views on this is to not let any tell-tale sign slip. For example, in the story, the youngest daughter is blinded by his wealth and also his made-up fun-and-enjoyable party and married him, ignoring the gut instincts that tell her Bluebeard is frightful in the first place. In this case, Perrault’s Bluebeard is a symbol, blue being the colour of exotic, dreamy and foreign; while beard representing the bestial nature of the villain. The signs are clear in the first place, although we may not judge a book by its cover, we shall take cautionary steps.

As a child sometimes I thought, why is that in most of the stories, the villain must be dead in order to provide is a happy ending? Can it not be other ways than killing off other people? If killing is wrong in the first place, as Bluebeard murders his previous wives; then is it considered “rightful” for the wife’s brothers to take Bluebeard’s life? Moreover, after killing him, they benefit from the dead’s fortune. Doesn’t it sound “wrong”? I considered myself lucky to have not mimicked the characters in any fairy tale, as I know the stories are not meant to be true; but what would become of a child if he imagines himself to be the hero, and execute “justice” by his own? We must be aware that fairy tales are not applicable in real life, and we cannot take revenge onto whomever that seems to be “villains”. Parents and teachers should provide guidance to children especially regarding this matter. It is vital to educate them which is the “rightful” way to fight against evil. The key lies in, whether the children are able to differentiate good versus evil, and also develop a critical thinking of his own, a principle of life which he uses to deal with larger issues.

Curiosity, as a main theme in the story, is portrayed as “deadly and fatal”. This raised controversy and different views among critics. As curiosity is the key to gain knowledge, in Bluebeard, it is somewhat portrayed as a negative trait female possesses. If the wife was able to obey her husband in the first place and passed the “test”, would she still remain safe for the rest of her marriage? I very much doubted that. Let’s assume all the previous wives failed the “forbidden closet” test, that what prompted Bluebeard to kill his first wife? What could she possibly done wrong? Who is Bluebeard’s first kill[2]? It sends shivers down my spine that someone, somewhere on this Earth, maybe the next Bluebeard.

Although Bluebeard is not favourable at all in any sense, and it is still a controversy whether to expose children to elements of violence, not to mention addition bloody scenes; to me, I agree with Perrault’s intention of asking us to ponder upon this grim little story. The Bluebeard is definitely worth ponder upon: the story creates more questions than providing solutions for us. Critics have provided much diverse interpretations over the years. It is true that Bluebeard is no longer a popular story in this modern society, because it does not comply with our current cultural values anymore. It might be on its way to extinction in the children literature’s genre.

Maria Tatar, however, explained why there are still people like me, keep returning to this tale and being attracted to it. This is because there existed the attractions of basic human traits that can be found at the heart of this story:

Trust, fidelity, commitment and reliability: these never disappear from the scene, nor do betrayal, abandonment and capriciousness. And so Bluebeard is, in many ways, here to stay. Our Bluebeard need not to resemble Perrault’s foundation story, but instead take from it a set of ingredients that are measured out in new doses and proportions to keep the cauldron of storytelling constantly bubbling. (Tatar, 2009)

Lost

I'm tired of being strong, of acting tough, of not able to break down completely when I want to, of smiling when I have no intention to, of laughing out loud to cover my sadness, of repressing my emotions and trying to erase unwanted memories, of being unable to have good nights' sleep, of being unable to be myself.  

Why did I end up helping others patching their wounds while mine are left untended to? Why did my wounds unable to heal by themselves? Why did they end up deeper and deeper? Why did my "whys' never have answers? When can I sleep peacefully without being disturbed by haunting dreams?

I tried to believe that Universe has its own reasons for those things that happened to me. But why am I feeling more lost that ever? Why am I feeling lonelier when I'm surrounded by people? Why am I attacked with sudden sadness every time I laughed hard?

Darn it, please end this for me. 

Juniors?!

Well apparently this is only my second year being a senior, and I have never enjoyed being a senior. The thing is, not that I don't want to help, but I really am fed up layaning the karenah of these pampered kids. For God's sake, can't you be just a little bit more independent? Can you don't ask me each and every detail about everything? I almost curse when I saw the questions my junior asked me. The questions can be easily solved using logical thinking and some common sense. Please, put some effort in living your life. Now I am very afraid on hearing my phone vibrates, because I pray that it is not a message from juniors.

I force myself to reply message while holding on my emotions. I felt like writing Part III of "My Series of Unfortunate Events", but won't it be mean of me to list my juniors as unfortunate subjects? God forbids. I just hope after the first week of the semester he won't bother me anymore, or else I have to find some way to show him my true colours.

I am not a nice person, I tried to, but I am not.

Oh kids, GROW UP!!!

 

My series of unfortunate events –Part II

Life has its own way of turning against you when everything seems to be SUPPOSEDLY going well. Things just happened. Awfully.

My grandaunt passed away the next day after I posted about her in the last blog post, thanks to everybody praying that she won’t wake up anymore. A lot of conspiracy underneath, but let’s just cut short here. While managing her funeral, relatives see our family as “unwelcomed strangers”, and erm ya we kids just have to endure their stares until the whole thing’s over.

I’ve been suffering from flu since 9^th July till now, and haven’t improve a bit. Constantly on drugs make me feel dizzy and sleepy all day, what more I have to work. Working as a kindergarten teacher gives me the nightmares: I just can’t bear to have more than 10 kids calling at me simultaneously non-stop. Lately I bring their voices into my dreams and GOD DAMMIT! I can’t even have a good night’s sleep.

Still wondering if I should quit the job or not. The kids in the centre have been the main source of my flu virus, the environment is quite stuffy, and our young generation in this centre are viscous and unbearable (Did a handful of part-time jobs till now, I have never seen kids so naughty). I admit I do not have the energy to handle them. *sigh

Let’s see if I managed to stay put till the end of this month. I’ve promised to work till sem reopens, I am not the one that break promises, but seeing my health condition… Let’s just wait for a few days. And if my flu gets worse, I would have to say Sorry and bye-bye to my dear boss.

When will my misfortunes end?

Enraged. Shame.

Old ones said do not wash your own dirty laundry in public... but I am wayyyy too enraged by this group of so-called "relatives" to keep silent. Just how on earth could they do such thing... I still can't reason.

My grandpa's sister, or my father's aunt,  or my grand aunt, has been admitted to hospital on 5th of July due to fracture on somewhere around her pelvis, and has never leave hospital since then. Her situation worsened because of blocked arteries, and suffer from breathing difficulties. Despite so many days have passed and so many relatives have gone to visit her, my family remained in the dark. Okay, it's fine, I wouldn't accept your bullshit, because can you even TRY to believe that they can't reach us through a single phone call? And why on EARTH you managed to contact us NOW? It doesn't make sense!

Next, what the goddamn hell message did you deliver to us?! My grandaunt is not even close to death, goddammit she just have breathing difficulties and fluid in her lungs, all you have to do is to wait for her conditions to stabilise and arrange for surgery. So what the fucking mind are you in when you tell us she is going to DIE? You are not GOD! You are not even a doctor, how dare you sentence a person's death?

It's a shame to have relatives squabbling over a person that is so dear to me. Luckily my grandaunt is on sedatives and is sleeping and can't hear all the bullshits that have spoken by these dumbasses. At last they compromised and agree to schedule a surgery on Monday for my grandaunt.

God bless my grandaunt and hope that my relatives won't have to "sentence" her death yet again.

Well, I believe these relatives are over my grandaunt's fortune too, since she's unmarried and has no kids.

Who knows what happen next? 

My family in USM

TWO days to the last paper of my finals and yet to start studying. This is just so me, procrastinating whenever I can. Just finished celebrating two of my friends birthdays, and phew, it's a lot of effort planning events. Everything is worth it when you know you have created memories that could not be replaced by any other moments in her lifetime.

It turns out that I haven't showed much of my "social life" through this blog, and well I think I am fairly active showing them through Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. So well there's no need for so much redundancy, shall we? Haha, to be honest, this is the first time in my life having such a big group of sisters, for the past twenty years before I came to university, I always prefer to stick to one or two close friends. And of course we have little frictions here and there, but we turn out fitting as a family. I thank God sincerely for assigning them to show up in this time of my life and bring me so much laughter and support. They change me for a better person. I even have some of my old friends telling me I have changed to be more a spontaneous and outgoing person with much laughter, compare to who I am years ago. Geez, I accept that as compliment. With that being mentioned, I give you a quick glimpse of my family here.

Seven Fairies 七鮮女 Birthday celebration 0620 

I think I need not emphasise how blessed I am to be surrounded by people who truly care about me. Well this blog post may seem a little corny and cheesy, and a little bit of not my usual style: I wish to dedicate my heart-felt thanks to the individuals appeared in the photo above. We still have years to go to test our friendship, but till then, I think we are fated to be stuck together. 

Love ya!