On Eagles' Wings

While I do agree that 11/11/11 is a pretty special date, it is also, I believe, overrated. Yes, it happens only once every 100 years. Whoop-de-doo. FB is plastered with "111111" or "11.11.11" or "11/11/11" statuses everywhere. And I imagined there was a flood of status updates at 11.11 am, maybe even at 11:11:11 am (by the kiasu  fellas! xD) Everyone keeps saying that we should make today memorable. Go out with friends, hang out with family, do "awesome" things that you wouldn't otherwise do. Drinking, partying, having fun! Wow. Sounds exciting. If only we made as much effort to make each day in our life count as much as we do for this particular day. We should make every single day memorable. Make every single day count. Spend time with family, friends, loved ones, every day. Not just on those days with repeated digits. Not just once every 100 years, eh? Live your life to the fullest, EVERY DAY. Then dates with repeated digits

I used to think that I was a pretty good person. I mean, I knew nobody is perfect. But I used to think that if anyone was close to perfect, I'd be it. I didn't lie, or cheat. I was kind, helpful, generous. I was considerate, I followed the rules. I was a good student, had many friends, and was well-liked by all who knew me. In church, we talk about sin, about our sinful nature as humans. I disliked that term. I hated thinking that I was sinful, or of sin. It was a dirty word, and I didn't want to associate myself with it. I was different, I thought. I was doing pretty well, so far. Doing pretty good , in fact. Little did I know, then, that my biggest, largest flaw, was pride . I continued to think that I was an almost-perfect person, an almost-perfect friend. Oh, what a wonderful person I am! What a wonderful testimony I must be as a Christian! I never said any of this out loud, of course. I mean, people would think I'm some egotistical self-praising obnoxiou

Doing the right thing is never easy. We can tell ourselves lies, justify our actions with reasonable logic, ignore the prickly feeling of guilt. But let's face it. That's the easy way out. The coward's way. I doubt there is a single person in this world who is innocent of gossiping. Gossiping?  you ask. Pfft. That's nothing. Everybody does it. Nothing wrong about that. Nothing wrong? Nothing wrong? Gossiping is seldom just, "Hey, you know what so and so did?" It is almost always accompanied by, "Ya lor , so teruk la s he. Such a b****!" Think back to all those nasty things you said about someone else. All the jokes you made at the person's expense. Now imagine if someone said those things about you. Like you said, nothing wrong, isn't it? How do you look that person in the eye anymore? How do go day after day acting like everything's fine and dandy? How do you go about pretending you never said the

It finally happened. They're back! I'd heard the horror stories, but I had yet to face one myself, and had hoped I never will. Pfft. How naive! >.< Had my first close encounter with the infamous KIY monkeys yesterday. I was getting ready to take my bath, so I was happily humming some Choir Convo song tunes, wrapped in my towel while I went to get my basket of toiletries. I had heard some taps on my window, but had dismissed it as the wind, or maybe a tree branch. When I turned around, there it was. Its tiny hands slipping through the window panes and attempting to push it open. I gasped and was stunned motionless for the few minutes while it tried to open my window, then moved to the next panel of window panes and tried to open those, and the next. I could see its shadow as it moved from one panel of windows to the other, just outside, moving along the balcony sill. Also, the other two dark shadows sitting quietly there, most probably his friends watching h

Choir practices have officially started. Last Saturday was our first full-day practice. From 9am-10pm. Yes, you read right. 9AM to 10PM. >.< Although it sucks, I have to reluctantly concede that it is absolutely necessary. :( This coming weekend is the Convocation Ceremony. Four days from Saturday up to Tuesday. We have to learn up to 12 songs for our repertoire, excluding the four compulsory songs consisting of the national anthem, the Negeri Sembilan state anthem (because our Chancellor is from Negeri Sembilan) and two varsity songs. We only have but a week (literally a WEEK! I am  not  exaggerating!) to learn all the songs! I thank God for the new juniors this year. We had quite the "harvest" this time round--19 of them! :D Hopefully they will turn out to be faithful members of Choir who will stick with us because they love the Choir :) Meeting them and getting to know them has been an interesting and enjoyable experience. We have quite a number of guys

It's official. I'm a Highlander for this final semester in UKM! I'd gone to the KBH office this morning, and was promptly told that whatever available rooms they had left were for Masters students only . Not undergrad students like me. I must have sounded absolutely pitiful when I said Oh, I am actually an Education student and was hoping to get a place here because it was nearer to my Faculty . I still received a prompt, and rather firm, NO. "Well, can I still send in the letter?" (I had written an official letter to request the Principal of KBH to grant me this favour) "Well, sure. But it won't do a thing for you." T.T So well, so ends the story of my attempts to appeal to move to KBH. >.< My dad told me to try again next week. But frankly, I don't like to beg. And I doubt they'd want me harassing them every other day till they give in out of exasperation. It just doesn't feel right, neither does it fe

I am writing from my new second home in Kolej Ibrahim Yaakob (KIY). For those who do not know, I was formerly in Kolej Tun Hussein Onn (KTHO)--a college that I speak of with both fond nostalgia and dislike. I must sound like an ungrateful wretch. On the contrary, I am truly grateful to KTHO for housing me for the past 3 years. Although the admin department leaves much to be desired (much much muuuuuuuch to be desired =.=) the college itself is in one of the most strategic places in UKM, in my opinion. :) For me, it was within walking distance of anywhere I would want/need to go. Pusanika? Ten minutes' walk. Library? Ten minutes. Faculty? 15 minutes (if I had semangat  to huff and puff up that dreadful hill >.<) Language School? Ten minutes.  Dewan Gemilang? Ten minutes.  DECTAR? Three minutes! However, the people "higher up" were rather fond of applying the military style they were used to in the PALAPES, and of threatening techniques. Do this, or we'll

The dreaded hour is finally here. It's really  here. I closed my eyes really tight, counted to ten, and opened them again, and surprisingly, it didn't changed a thing. :( Knowing in advance that it is coming, doesn't necessarily mean your heart is completely prepared for it, does it? Tomorrow, after four months  of pure, unadulterated bliss, I will be checking into my residential college to begin my first semester of my final year as an undergraduate student, which, coincidentally, is also my final semester in UKM. Sounds scarier, now that I've put it into words. @.@ Oops. What's this doing here? xD Holidays, as it seems, is never enough. Be it four days, or four freakin' MONTHS, they're never enough! At the beginning of the holidays, after my final exams last semester, it felt like I was looking up at the bottom of a rainbow, seeing the glorious colours, so delicate and fine, stretch out before me endlessly. I couldn't see the en

Actually, I'm feeling anything but  blue! :) Again, I was trying to make a lame pun. Cos in this fashion post, I'll be blue! Very blue indeed! :D (Drats. I've been staring at the pictures for some time now, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember where I was headed off to in this outfit that particular time! @.@ My goodness. Am I really getting that  old? *sobs* I was most likely going to church, but I cannot be absolutely certain. Sigh. I have the memory of a goldfish. And a baby one at that! T.T) Doesn't matter where I was off to then, but here are the pictures you've all been waiting for! :P (See, do I know  you guys well, or what? xD) Overall look :) Green contact lenses this time. A stereo-designed large top by X-Girls! I love this striking bright blue! Doesn't it make you feel bright and gay (the happy one)? :D Like I said, you'd feel anything but  blue! :) This was given to me by my generous benefactor, Sandra!