Wednesday, March 23, 2005

It's the little things that people do that make the world go round...

A hug, a note, a smile, a wish, & a *blearh*. Yes, those are a few little things (found probably only in my dictionary of life) that mean a lot to me.These little miracles happened to me about three weeks ago, during the time the SPM results were out. These are how the five miracles helped me through the dark and gloomy days of my life. Chronologically, this time around. I promise.

10th March 2005(Thursday):
After finding out my results and calling my brother, I went to the canteen(that's where the results were announced) and I met Pn. Rosmawati(my former BM teacher). She asked me what I got for my BM and I told her I got a B3 for it. At that time, Swarna saw me looking a wee bit upset. She asked me whether I needed a hug or not. I said I did(I really needed one, you know!). She gave me a big hug. That really put a smile(well, a small one) on my face. To my dearest Swarna, if you're reading this once you get back INTI College in Nilai, just wanted to let you know: ~Thank you for the hug, honey! It really made a difference. Merci beacoup, Swarna!~

13th March 2005(Sunday):
Sunday... where did we go? Oh yeah! We went to Shah Alam to Uncle Peter's place. So happens his daughter who's a child psychologist came down from Penang. So, I had a little insight on what I wanted to do (which is psychology, by the way!). Seriously, I haven't got any doubts in this field. I really want to do it. I don't know why, but it's just like I feel like I was destined to do it(not one of those 'chosen one' scenarios, okay?). Then, we went to Subang Jaya to Kakak Greeja's place place. Then, Raviena gave me a note. It read:
-I am sorry you didn't get a scholarship, but it is okay. You will do better next time. Good luck. Raviena-
For a 10 year old girl to write something like this, it's pretty amazing. More importantly, it was touching for me because she tried to make me happy. Me. Her aunt. It did bring a smile on my face and (nearly) tears to my eyes. My dearest Raviena, if you're reading this(which I doubt you would!), thank you.

15th March 2005(Tuesday):
Tuesday night. Busy checking my mails and replying my friend's messages. Miera and Charlie sent me an e-mail full of smilies on my Yahoo!Mail. So did Lilee and Lyss. They all wrote the same thing:

+ Anna...the smilies are for you so that you would think of us once in a while. We may be far, but our love and friendship are the only things that keep us together. We're best friends, we stick together like glue. That's what friends do for each other. When yoou're feeling down and low, think of our smilies for you. Take care, dear.
Love and Kisses:MIERA & CHARLIE/LILEE & MARK/LYSS & JOE +

My best friends for life. They were always there for me whenever I was down and out. Always hearing me out. Always joking around and acting all 'siao' and psychotic. That's Lilee, Miera and Lyss for you. To my wonderfully 'demented' but somehow (or rather) gifted friends: *Thank you for sticking by me me, though I have made some stupid mistakes(that's what you get when you follow your heart and intuition! Shouldn't have listened to Jewel's "Intuition". Damn!) and really bad decisions. Thanks a lot for being there for me through thick and thin. God Bless You Guys Always!*

16th March 2005(Wednesday):
I had to go to school to get all the documents certified(which, by the way, wasn't exactly necessary, if you have read my earlier blog posting) then, everything was settled by 10.45 a.m., so we went to Sentul Post Office to pay the bills and go to Bank Simpanan Nasional to pay the IPTA form. At that time, my dad said that he wanted to go to the toilet and told us to wait for him in the bank until he returns. So, I was sitting down quietly(Miera, stop laughing!) when my mum turned back and told me to open the door. I pretended not to listen. I thought it was my dad, he could open the door himself. The secon time my mum mentioned it, I turned around and saw that much to my chagrin it wasn't my dad. Instead it was elderly lady lady who was limping and struggling to open the door while she was trying to balance herself using ehr cane. So, being the corteous and cultured Malaysian I truly am, I got up and helped her by opening the door for her. She thanked. Then when her number was called up, she got up and went to the counter and her cane dropped on the floor. I got up(this time, on my own free will) and picked it up and gave it to her. I mean, it would be difficult for her to bend down and actually pick it up herself in her condition. She told me:'Thank you very much. You are very kind. God Bless You'
I thanked her. By then my dad was back. When he heard about what I did, he told me that since I did two good deeds, I would secure 2As. That's what my dad said(do you actually believe in that?). Then we left for CITIBANK(and, yes, Miera you minx! I passed by Wisma MCA, for your information! Happy now?) To the elderly lady I helped: + God bless you too. May He grant you long life, good health and beautiful memories. Take care! +

20th March 2005(Sunday):
After coming home from the Sentul Buddhist Temple(we had some prayers for my late aunt Serialatha de Silva. God bless her soul!) and eating the Cornetto Royale cookies and cream ice cream[READ: GLUTTONY]. I watched the F1 race live(on tv, of course! I can't afford another tanned look! I took a nap at 3.15 p.m. and woke up around 7.30 p.m.(I know, "What kind of 'anak dara' sleeps that long and not do anything useful?")and I watched the race(I taped it, a ritual that's strictly followed by me!). Fernando Alonso won(Yay! Good job Renault! The Prancing Horse of Ferrari will know be officially known as the Limping Donkey!). That night, I was online for a short while(my internet's fine, it's the pc that needs reformatting!) and I saw Jay online too. We chatted and then I told him that Webber collided with Fisichella and he was forced to retire from the race due to the collision. He's a big time Mark Webber fan. So, I was basically poking fun at him. He just gave me a *blearh* and sent me a winking smilie. I was laughing my head off. He's so bad in arguments, so he retaliates by saying *blearh*. Worra real 'ciku head'Sorry, Miera is corrupting my English! Oi Miera, I got 1A for my GCE/O Levels, ok?). Jay~thanks for being a real sport and always know thar I truly treasure our friendship; more imprtantly, thanks for being one of the people I can count on when I'm depressed. Thank you for all the advice and the countless *blearh*s you've thrown at me. Jay, I'd have to say this...Alonso for the driver's title and Renault for the constructor's title, but too early to say anything, right? Bless you, *jaa*(original creator of this word!)

You see, it isn't the big things that count(that includes food too, Lilee!). It's more of the little gestures that people do for us that make the world go round. I'm proud to admit that I'm a sentimental, romantic, and demented(slightly, sadly)git! We should be take time to see the small things that people do for us. It doesn't cost a thing. Don't be a materialistic-minded person. Be thankful for what others have done for you(a semi-hypocrite is telling you that!) and not whine and gripe for what they haven't done for you. It's the small things(gestures more like it!) that matter. It has certainly made me count my blessings and these small gestures are the things that keep me content with life.

Merci beaucoup, paciba and au revoir!

Je'taime. Love is a many splendoured thing. Spread the love.

One day at a time...

Friday, March 18, 2005

My pc has gone mad...

Hello again...I couldn't update before this because the problem with the Internet hasn't been resolved yet. So here goes...on Tuesday I had to go to school to get the headmistress's signature...unfortunately, she wasn't there...so had to come the next day. Met Priya, she was sad bout my results as well. Saw Dylla, Alin and Ranji there but they were busy filling up the IPTA application, strange thing was they were also including their certificates. That freaked me out slightly because as far as I was concerned, I didn't read anything bout including your certificates unless you're applying for a course that requires interviews. So the whole night I had to make photocopies of my school certificates and the next day I had to come back to school to get the certification of the certificates. In the end, the guys in Putrajaya handling the whole IPTA thing said it wasn't necessary. We went to Putrajaya to send in my IPTA application and Farhana's one as well, and also my 'Semak Semula' form. On Monday, I had a long chat with my dad about what I wanted to do and where I wanted to do it. He told me if I didn't get the one in UIAM, he said he'd send me to HELP University College and do a twinning programme in Australia[he said specifically said Perth!]...the whole night I had funny thoughts with Miera and Claudia. Of the prospects of marrying a kangaroo, and having koalas as kids. Mad girls. I mean. I went to bed at 1 a.m. the next day...and we were talking til 2.15 a.m.! Just about kangaroos, koalas, and Guy Sebastian! Haha...Sorry this blog is not in a chronological order! My head is a little woozy. Still is...anyway I got to buzz. See you around!

Merci beaucoup, arrivedeci, adios & good night.


One day at a time...

Saturday, March 12, 2005

The unexpected always happens...

First and foremost...I would like to apologise for the lack of updates on my blog...there was a glitch in the internet connection...so I wasn't able to write in my blog or even do my usual stuff. As you all already know, the SPM results were out on Thursday. I got 4A'S, 6B'S, and 1C. Now some of you who know me(the real me) would be staring in disbelief...but it's true! I have no reason to lie. I actually had B's for Add Maths, Bahasa Melayu, English for Science and Technology, and Pendidikan Islam. These were the subjects that I thought would secure me A's. Instead, I got B's. I felt really low. I mean, those who usually get lower marks than me have now leapfrogged me. It's a real kick in the teeth. Those that now have better results than me have forgotten about me. I don't care. They think I didn't study and thought I was playing a fool. The truth is these four subjects that I got B for were actually my strong subjects. Especially my BM and EST. I got a 3B for both but in my trials I got A's for them. If English I could score an 1A for both the national level and also the GCE one, what more I could do the same for my EST? I mean, I'm not bragging here or anything but during trials, I scored the highest mark for EST in my class and second overall the form. I was really shocked when they announced the results. I was shocked. My whole life just flashed before me. I had absolutely no chance of obtaining a scholarship. All doors were shut. I was too distraught to talk to anyone. I was crying the whole day. No one knew how to console me. Sree asked me why was I crying in school and when I told her my results, she was shocked. She told me I should appeal. I know. I really couldn't take it. Yesterday I went to school to get the 'surat semak semula'. Cik Hamidah asked me what I got for trials for my BM...I told her I got 79(2A). She said I got that marks because my teacher was too lenient and SPM marking and school markings were different. I mean, if my teacher was too lenient in marking, how come the other students who got B for their BM during trials can get A this time around? I just hope my appeal falls through. I'm checking 4 subjects that I got 3B's in...I got 4B in Physics and Chemistry...and 5C for Biology(expected that!). Seriously I expected 8A's but I got half of it...really depressing. Miera was uttterly shocked, Lysa and Lilee were like 'Don't lie to me', Joe was stumped for words. Jeevan...he cried. He actually cried for me. He knew I was smart (not smart, but something like him), and for me to get this results was not normal for all of them in the crew. He cried for me...Miera told me he still cared a lot about me. I mean, if my results made him feel sad, what about me? When he found out about my results, he passed the phone to Miera and sat in a corner and cried. I felt bad.

At least I have a few people behind my decision to appeal...My parents, my brother, Sree, Swarna, Debra, Jay, Miera, Lysa, Lilee, Joe and my extended relations that are very close to me...and a few close family friends. Other than that...they think I was playful...I don't give them a damn at all. I hope that there were glitches in my results and that I can still pursue my dreams of doing psychology. I may have to wait three long months...but it's worth the while. I need to redeem my pride and honour.


One day at a time.

Bought a bear and named it *Micky*...Miera, don't give me that dirty look! Been watching some movies to relax and calm me down.

I have to buzz now!


One day at a time...

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

New month, new worries...

Hello again...we've come to the third month of the year...MARCH! Yay, new month, new beginning! Yesterday, mum had an appointment in HUKM...so the day began at 6.30 a.m.(Miera, I know you're putting on that devilish grin you're known for!) and had my breakfast. Opening the tissue paper that wrapped my bread, I expected the worst. Sure enough...mum had to make scrambled eggs for breakfast! I was like 'God is really testing my faith now!' I mean, I really hate eating eggs in the morning...and she had to make it on a day where we had to rush to somewhere to be in time...at about 7 a.m., got a call from Kakak Padhmini...it seems one of my relations is very ill and wants us to see her...we reached the hospital at about 8.30 a.m. and by then my tummy was rumbling...dad and I went to the cafeteria...had teh tarik...and I went to the toilet like twice in the hospital! Then we decided to go to the auntie's house and we told Kakak Padhmini to wait for us in Dataran Merdeka...I went to the loo again! The auntie's house is in Brickfields...came back home and went to the loo again. My God I've never been so sick before...what's more I'm supposed to take my results next week. Shamini called yesterday and said she's leaving today. Before sleeping yesterday, I went to the loo again!

Today I woke up at 9.30 a.m. and had a massive headache...I felt damn dizzy...took a Panadol...seems slightly relieved...but still feel sick...supposed to go see Doc. Maniraj or Rahim...I'm damn sick of going to hospitals...the good thing of me falling ill is that my parents are now talking back to each other...they weren't talking since Saturday til yesterday. So you can call me the peacemaker in a way...anyway I don't know what else to ramble on...hopefully I get well soon so that I can continue my quest and passion for dark blue shoes...later on, I'll go on my red shoes hunting spree...take care!

Au revoir, merci beaucoup, and paciba...

Jet'aime...Rowena @ NightCrawler