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Yours truly is currently sick. Sometimes I feel like the unluckiest person on planet earth (okay, just exaggerating). I hate my nose. It's never cured, never well. I always have running nose which makes my eyes swollen as the eyes and nose are literally connected and from what the doctor said, they share the same 'water reservoir'. Yes, that is what is happening on me now. My eyes as swollen as frog eyes, my nose is running like the athletes from Jamaica. In short, I feel plain terribly BAD. By the way, I'm back from Penang with KCPO (Kuen Cheng 'Philharmonic Orchestra') !  I won't be blogging about that today but soon :) ! I think I'm falling sick because of going out too much during the holidays. I feel so lethargic today and that explains why I'm able to bring myself up here to blog so much about what was happening last week. True, I need some rest but the fact that holiday is coming to an end gives me the thought that resting/sleeping is simply a waste of time because when school reopens, I will be like the typical dead fish yearning for more holidays -.- , I'm serious. 

Last weekend, the family and I went for karaoke night buffet at Neway. I was pretty glad that they have changed the menu because I already got bored of their food. They no longer have Japanese food but I seriously do not mind 'cos for the past few years they had been doing the same old kind of sushi. Now, they have bubble tea, which I do not drink, but that actually managed to capture most of the customers' attention, sadly, not mine :) . I like the Taiwanese food there because it looked exotic but tasted as succulent and delicious as ever. I ordered this omelette oysters that were pretty rarely seen. In one word I can sum up how I felt towards this small little yellow thing, HEAVENLY. However, the fried cheesy sausage tasted like poop, 'cos the sausage tasted RAW and expired. 

*coughs* Adele wannabe.

Also, the family and I went to visit my gramma at Kepong. My cousin sister bought this very cute bubble glue which we could blow a bubble by sticking the glue on a straw (maybe not straw, HARD straw, haha) . I frequently get interrogated about why and how I act like I can never grow. Not from height or size or weight, from my interest and thoughts. I never stopped playing childish online games like matching clothes and if there were people who were willing enough to accompany me for a Barbie Doll night, I would be really contented. Until now, I still play the very childish hand games with my nephews who are solely 5 years old. I like to see how they smile and how they squeak like a mouse. Why 'cos they have very sharp voices and me likey. Okay, why am I revealing how childish and immature I am?

I'm actually pretty worried about my gramma. She never got to stand up straight with her legs after her coma. On that day when my mom was helping her to shower, she slipped when she was attempting to stand up. I envy how she always sees things from the positive sides and she never complains about how problematic are her legs. Where can you see an old woman still showing a bright smile upon her terribly wrinkled visage after slipping down and was not able to stand up? Shouldn't I feel relieved that I possess the healthiest and complete body that is able to strive for whatever I want as long as I am willing to do it? My gramma has taught me so many things without her having to say a single thing. She has showed me everything I needed to witness and I eventually comprehended why the recognized pundits say that positive thinking is the strongest power that leads us to a better life.

My violin exam is on the 22nd of June and guess what, it's the day I go for my school's band leadership and motivation camp. I'm just hoping that I will be able to make it on time to school right after my exam. Speaking about violin exam, I'm actually pretty stressed up for that. I don't want to fail and I MUST NOT fail. 3 years plus of grade 8 is crazy. Who spends 3 years plus for one grade? After being lectured by my teachers, I know it's definitely not the time for me to fool around, to dilly-dally, to laze around. I must not let my parents and my teachers down. God can't help. The only way to pass is - practices. Last Monday, my mom insisted to bring Jane and I to her office. I was actually planning to spend the entire day practising at home but since we had to follow my mom, I decided to bring along my violin as well. Sounds odd, but yeah. 

I was surprised how I managed to practise daily for more than 1 hour. During my violin detention class on Sunday, my teacher said that I've got improvements and that very small compliment actually made my day. That was like a kind of force that pushes me to practise every day, more. I haven't been practising this week 'cos I was with the 'Penang Crew (haha)' and since I'm staying home tomorrow, I shall seize the opportunity to practise to my utmost as tomorrow is the only day I will be completely free before holiday ends. I was supposed to go for CHS IU Day at PJ but 'cos I was feeling quite unwell now and JiaYing is probably on duty tomorrow, I decided not to go. 

This is how much I like to scribble.

Random moment. Jane: This is what I call a 3DD!
Frankly speaking, I've no idea what is the 3DD on the poster of Piranha.

And, this is how much my teacher likes to scribble.

Will never get bored of this card game.

*coughs #2* Vivaldi wannabe.

Last Thursday, I went to Sunway Pyramid with LimJup. I had no transport to Sunway in the afternoon so I had to follow her to PJ early in the morning at 8.30 for accounts class. I waited at the living room with the babies 'cos from what I know, the owner of the house is a babysitter. The babies could be adorable at times but they could be really annoying too. There was one very chubby baby boy sitting just beside me. He was ogling at the novel on my lap and then he took it. I wasn't expecting him to ask me for permission as he was too young to behave. BUT, when I was about to take it back, he cried -.- . For the first time I felt that babies were really annoying and SCARY. 

Lunch :)

BoBo

BimBim

Explains why tissue papers exist.

Theme: Brave

Having fun syoking sendiri with the standing stone.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings :) 

You will never be happy 

if you continue to search for what happiness consists of.

You will never live

if you're looking for the meaning of life.

xoxo