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!

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