What we need.

And he said, "When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through."

excerpt from Dear John.

The wisest advice one could ever give to another.

The Psychotic, Mad, Raging, Lovable Dog.

Someone *hints* outwardly spoken and complained to me that I never post pictures of my dog.

Personally I know that's not a crime.

But since I bribed my dog a few weeks back with some doggy snacks to be my model, I have a few pictures.

She hates cameras and is camera-phobic.

At the sight of a camera, she sprints off into hiding.

So getting her to take pictures is like a miracle.

Thus, this person better appreciate this post. *grins knowingly*

Presenting....

The one and only Bowie.

All the pictures are straight out of camera. No edits.

I just added the text for the last picture.

The pictures are really huge and me, feeling lazy, is lazy to resize them, thus leading to Blogger taking incredibly long to upload them, therefore, there will only be 3 pictures. *cheeky grin*

Till more bribing, dog-snacks, photography time.

Does Anybody Hear Her?

Today.

I'm just going to cuddle up in my chair and attempt to finish the three new books I bought yesterday.

And take several naps.

And of course, eat.

Before the crazy, back-to-school, hectic-schedule, mind-boggling, tired-drain days begin.

Huh.

Makes the four week wait for our March school break long, doesn't it?

It sure does.

Back to the present,

Back to getting sucked into another world.

In stories, I'm there.

Before I end, I just want to put this very clearly.

The pictures I post on my blog are NOT mine unless my watermark is on them or I claim that they are mine or I request you to credit me if you repost them.

I just want to put this really clearly.

Most of them are photo-stocks from the net.

Apparently there are some misunderstanding about some pictures.

So now that this is all cleared, I hope you got it all crystal clear.

Till I return.

Probably it'll take some time.

P.S. I'm tempted to create an account. Not facebook. Flickr. Maybe I will. We'll see. I can't wait though.

Further To Fall.

I can't believe today's the last day of our one-week-break.

It has been one hell of a week for me, to think of it.

Especially yesterday.

Yesterday was an adrenaline pumped, nerve sky-rocketing, anxious waiting, letdown and a little disappointing day.

The girls and I had a performance at some carnival called 'WOW Carnival' yesterday night at Putrajaya.

It was totally crazy!!

How should I begin?

Let's see...

They decided to use last year's competition routine for the performance.

Since I didn't join last year, I was completely clueless.

Which leads to total blankness in my head.

The girls took like 4 months plus to learn and perfect the whole routine and I had only 10 hours plus to learn and execute the routine yesterday.

Total madness.

We had like a 30 minute last-minute practice in school before we headed to Cindel's house to change and dashed off to Putrajaya in two separate cars ferrying 13 girls.

For the first time, we actually saw crowds of people on the streets at night.

That place is nearly deserted at night. Trust me, you can actually count the numbers of cars that past by you with just a hand.

So, we arrived around 7 pm plus. And had no where to park.

All the parkings were jam-packed, the nearest one which wasn't full was just after the bridge.

Which meant we had a really long distance to walk.

Thank goodness the other car with the girls did some illegal turning and parked near the stage where we were performing, which lead the car I was in to do the same thing.

We were given a tent backstage.

It had a fan, lights, a mirror and some transportable air-conditioning device.

Since our performance was around 10 plus, we had like around 3 hours.

Once we settled down, we went onstage to practice the full routine.

We did it twice.

The first time, I forgot one of my stunts.

By the second time, we were nearly knackered.

It was a 4 to 5 minute full routine with dance, stunts, jumps and tumbling. Mostly stunts.

The organizers actually requested for 6 minutes. Mad.

Some of us were sick, and nearly half of us, I guess you could say were sleep-deprived.

After that, we returned to our tent and found out that the lights were turned on but the fan wasn't.

This is where the ironic part came.

We got some guy working backstage to check it out and fix it.

Guess what, the fan started turning and the lights stopped shining.

How cool is that?

When we headed to the next tent for dinner, both the fan and lights stopped functioning.

Totally sublime. *being sarcastic*

I think I'll skip to the part where we finally got on-stage.

The music was really full-on blasted.

Halfway dancing, I suddenly realized that there were people on the stage itself.

I knew the instrumental guys were there standing at the back.

But what I didn't know that the back-up singers were there as well.

Standing at the side, staring at us.

I was so surprised when I turned to the side and caught a woman gaping at me while dancing that I nearly stopped doing what I was doing.

I lost track of the counting for the third dance so I can truthfully admit that I messed it up.

Though, thank God, all the stunts went well especially my group's basket-toss and the finale.

Everything was over in a flash.

It felt surreal.

All of us were sweating madly with the spot-lights shining on us, the smoke machine and the adrenaline pumping.

I wished I could do it all over again.

This was my third performance at Putrajaya, itself.

So I guess you could say it went well considering the circumstances.

I wished I did better but it's already over so I should just concentrate on training and give my best during the next.

We headed back home after a while after some group pictures and goodbyes.

It was 11pm by then.

In the car, I discovered a revelation.

Michele doesn't need drugs or alcohol to get her high.

All she need is hair spray.

Even without the ice cream soda which she claims gets her high.

She still gets high.

All thanks to hair spray on her hair.

Back home, I spent a rather long time in the toilet washing off tons of hair spray on my hair and wiping the shiny make-up off.

Which got me realizing, I never wear make-up unless it's during performances or competitions.

Huh.

I do like all the shiny stuff though. *inside joke*

Oh, and if you're wondering where the pictures are, they're probably being speculated around Facebook.

I did not bring my camera.

And if you happen to see me, you'll know that I look like some emoish-greenish-girl.

The reason why?

Apparently I'm too fair or what they call 'white'.

I slept at 2am yesterday and woke up at an unearthly 10am today.

With a sore body and bruised hands. *groans*

This post is long enough.

Makes up for my lack of posting during the short break.

I'll end it here.

There's less than a month left.

Some might know what I'm referring to.

I don't want to make a big deal out of it.

But the thought of it is scary.

Plain fear.

I don't even know the exact reason why.

But I'll face it.

Clearly, I don't know the answer to that.

Saying Goodbye.

Last Friday was Farah's last day in SBS.

I'm sure you all know her.

We all have our own multiple nicknames for her.

The girl who's fueled with enthusiasm,

A little bouncy. Okay, scratch that.

Very bouncy. Hyperactive girl.

Always chatting and smiling on and on...

But don't be fooled.

One wrong step, and the volcano erupts.

However, she's not one to get mad easily.

She's in fact, a very patient person.

She's one that is full of ideas.

Wonder how that mind of hers think?

It's always great to have her alongside during group projects. *winks mischievously*

Don't let her smile and hyperness fool you.

She's one brilliant girl.

Scoring as many A's as you wished you had.

Oh, and who can forget her fascination towards killer stiletto heels?

We both known each other since 7 years old, back when there were only 2 classes and it was an all-girl school.

That's roughly 9 years!!

We weren't really close back then.

But as years past, time brought us together.

Our friendship blossomed.

We confided in one other when in need.

Not often, but when we do, it always felt like a heavy burden had been lifted from our shoulders.

There are so many adjectives that I could use to describe her.

But I'm overwhelmed.

The truth hasn't really sunk in yet.

In my head, it hasn't perceive that she's left.

I'm sure that I'm going to ask someone during break, "Where's Farah?"

One thing I'm sure of, she's one special girl whom no one can replace.

And I'm definitely going to miss her.

The optimist who's able to see the light even in the darkest of night.

Her laughter, her smile, her hyperness.

And of course, stealing her food during recess. *sticks tongue out*

When she told me that she applied for MRSM, I nonchalantly told her to do her best.

Little did I know that she would be accepted.

She keep insisting that she wouldn't be.

But everyone around her including me, knew she would.

As hard as it was to admit, I knew she would.

Saying it out loud makes it so real.

But it's the truth.

She got accepted into one of the top ones in Malaysia.

I'm proud and ecstatic for her.

But I'm also sad that she has to leave us.

Saying goodbye is never easy.

Especially when it's to someone who has left multiple footprints in your heart.

I could probably go on and on.

But I know its time to stop.

It's time to bade farewell to her.

And pray the best for her.

I know she'll do well.

She always does.

And I want her to know,

That she's a special friend of mine,

One that I cherish,

And one that I will dearly miss in her absence.

Love,

Me,

the one you fondly call Xiao.

Happy Meals.

I think my sleep deprivation from last week has actually caught up with me.

Truth to be told, I think my sleep deprivation that has been accumulating from the start of the year till this week has taken its toll on me.

Crazy sleep patterns.

Sleep is such a nice word, but the action of doing it is much more adored. *dreamy look*

Anyway, this Chinese New Year has got me all stuffed up.

Some people think I'm 'small'.

Wait, small?

That's something to ponder over. Or not.

I've been stuffed three days in a row.

So I'm really stuffed now.

But it was a great atmosphere, where we spent laughing, talking and of course eating.

This year would be one of my top New Years'.

My family and I actually had Mc Donald for breakfast on the first day.

And I had a 'Happy Meal', the first since I-can't-remember-when.

It was hilarious.

Especially when the cashier asked, "Have you got your toy?"

Though I did miss lots of photo opportunities.

That was such a waste.

Anyhow, I'm not in the mood to update, so consider this an update.

So.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!

To everyone and anyone.

School's out for the week!! *large, tooth-flashing grin*

Total bliss right after exams.

Till then.

P.S. I do have lots of pictures from last last week that I want to post but I'm just not feeling very post-ish today. So bear with the stark words for the time being.

Like I told you.

Nothing great.

Did in a few minutes.

But it's true.

The words are.

We all make mistakes.