Visiting Sri Lanka - Day 2: Of Schools & Children's Smiles

We visited the school today. As we rode on the one-hour ride, I fell asleep while our tour guide, Fernando explained to us a brief history of Sri Lanka. Some fun facts I managed to catch: Sri Lanka is divided into 9 provinces, and Buddhism is a major philosophy that is practised here, as Fernando puts it. The green fields made way for scattered brick houses and barren ground before we reached the school.

Fernando doesn't know why the provinces are numbered in this order.

 It was a two-storey building surrounded a few small buildings. The school only accommodate 90 students, ranging from 7-year-olds to preteens. They gathered at the science lab, where all the tables were stacked to one side. The kids smiled shyly at us, staring with awe at the people who came in adorning vibrant baju melayu and baju kurung. While we waited for the Sri Lanka Malays Association members to arrive, we started chatting with them. One boy was called Rilwan. Some of the boys were in Grade 5. They all huddled gleefully together, watching their friend play games on abangs' and akaks' phones. Their mouths widened from ear to ear for the cameras.

 I broke away from the crowd to explore more of the place. I entered the class nearest to the lab. It was a small room, with small multicoloured chairs and tables. The wall on the back was full of papers with Tamils words scrawled on them. Placed underneath were handmade telephones, which made me smile. I rarely see this back home, where all the kids their age have smartphones glues to their hands, ridding them of their imagination and fun. I walked around farther, finding classes with only 5 sets of tables and chairs.

Spending some time with the schoolchildren made me ponder. They don't have much to call their own. Their school is old and unkempt. The books are scarce. They don't have any modern gadgets. And yet they are still able to smile and have fun. They don't complain about what they're lacking. The youthful spark is burning in them. It made me think of the times I moan bout not having what I wanted, and how we would sometimes complain about our 'outdated facilities'. If there was just one thing I was able to gain from today, it is the renewed sense of appreciation I have for what I have.

Fun Fact #2: Architecture in Sri Lanka is based on astrology, according to Fernando. It's similar to how the Chinese would refer to feng shui. Sri Lankan Buddhists would usually look at the blueprints of the houses to pinpoint its good and bad signs. For instance, it is never a good thing to place a well near the window, as it would allow your fortune to slip away easily. It's a good thing Malaysian architecture isn't as fussy.

That's it from me today. Remember to always count your blessings.

The science lab.

The girls performing.

The mosque next to the school. Note the lack of a dome.

It's amazing what you can make with imagination.

U'yun & Shazwan walking with Fernando the tourist guide.

I, the Unintentional Bully

 Recently, I found something lodged in between the pages of a book that really took me back. It was a handwritten letter from a friend, requesting me to hear out his apology, and asking me to wear appropriately before meeting him at the tuition centre. Seeing the three-year-old letter really brought me down memory lane, despite wanting to steer away from this part of my life. I need to store it in the deepest part of my mind, only opening the memories once more when I want to paint myself as an awkward kid/preteen bully in the eyes of my kids, and their kids, which would be unlikely.

It was suffice just to come to me and talk face-to-face, rather than waste a half paper to write a really short and somewhat incomprehensible memo. But I have to admit, it was pretty nice of him to go this far. :)

 “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???” I hear questioning screams from the other side of the screen.

 Yes, I have to admit. I was a bully. More like ‘accused as a bully’, but never mind. It might be shocking for those who know me.  Frankly, I was quite as surprised as you are, when my friends started to label me that a few years back. They don’t call me that for no reason, that, I realise now.

 There’s a long story behind the then-absurd claims. There was this one peer of mine, who was rather slow compared to other kids, the same one who wrote to me the aforementioned letter. To make the story less confusing, I shall name him W. Hence, being the simpleminded teen I was, I played around with the guy. I remembered clearly how a friend and I (Yeah, it wasn’t only me.), came up with a ruse.  W always carried his water bottle with him, so whenever he left it on the rack to enter the library, we would always relocate it to another spot on the rack, usually hidden from sight.  When he freaked out and reported to the teacher, we would put on our innocent masks and offered to help. And that was only a small segment in a long list of misdeeds done to him.

 You could see how cautious and scared he was of me; he’d run away from me when we coincidentally met on the way to the loo during exam week, and his homeroom teacher, to whom he put his trust on, gave me a suspicious glare whenever I pass by. Heck, there was even that one time when I watched TV with him (It’s a rare occasion.) Some mischievous guy spooked him from behind, and guess which name he screamed out in anger?

 The biggest blow occurred on a day which started off quite normally. The library was a common interest between W and I; I found peace and solitude within a room surrounded by a rowdy atmosphere, while he expressed curiosity towards the TV that sat at the corner of the library. On that day, he pestered a few people, cornering them into a room, holding the door to keep him from opening it. And I, annoyed by the disruption of peace, plus the sudden ‘hero complex’ idea that sparked in my foolish mind, proceeded to kick him out. Struggled to, to be precise. W was constantly screaming and shouting at me throughout the whole ordeal, which turned every pair of eyes at the both of us. Ever since then, people have been calling me a bully from time to time.

 This particular accident compelled him to write the above letter, describing how sorry he was for ‘bullying’ me in front of the others. The nerve.  Anyway, you could imagine by now how terrible I was towards W. Even I feel ashamed at the amount of grief he endured from me.

 In my defense,  I was merely teasing him. But I suppose that was how other bullies would say. I have somewhat learnt from that period of time; cover up my tracks if I were to ever commit a crime again. That, and to think about how others feel before I act.

 Oh, if you're wondering what the letter up there says, and you just couldn't squint enough to have a read, don't fret. Here is the content of the letter. :D :

Dear Asroff,

 I knew I'm sorry that I'd bullied you for a while in the library. As you know what bullying is the pengawas (prefect) will write my name to the list.

 I'm sure that I'm in a bad mood for a bit. While you're at the dewan tertutup (closed hall) I think you will get revenge to me. Please don't call somebody about me.

 Go to the tuition center by today. Wear formal clothing when you have Malay and Science class. Be there when I came to the tuition by car. I need to apologise to you.

 Please accept my apologies. Thank you.

Two things to know:
1) He spelled my name wrong; and
2) If you think that there are a few grammatical errors there, it's not my fault. I typed it word by word.

Bringing Phones Legally to School: Good or Bad?

So, they decided to allow kids to bring hi-tech gadgets to school now, huh? I bet most of Malaysia knew this by now; I found out a few days earlier, when my eyes fell on the surprising article on the third page of the Star newspaper. I could not believe my eyes. Was this really happening? I could’ve sworn I heard high-pitched voices screaming with joy as they threw their cell phones in the air. Then there are the low grumbles and rants of the seniors, who would not be able to taste the sweet freedom of holding their iPads in class, if the law was to be implemented in 2013. I realised that I was also unconsciously complaining about the decision being far too late for us Form Fivers (Even though I had my phone safely tucked away in a place where no phone-snatching wardens would ever think to look.) This was the second time I had felt dissatisfied; the first being the time I found out that school students didn’t have to pay for their train tickets. Think of all the money I could’ve saved if I had known a year earlier!

The Pros

 Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, many students (excluding myself) are excited for the next school year. The presence of hi-tech phones and gadgets on one’s self could greatly benefit you. For instance, say some tech savvy kid (e.g. you) was kidnapped by an evil adult. With a phone in his/her grasp, two things could be done. One, call or text your parents your whereabouts without being noticed by the kidnapper. Two, pray that someone has the common sense to find your phone/gadget via GPS (And hope that your battery will be able to last long enough.)

 Children also claim that with technology, class can be more effective, not to mention fun. Nowadays, there are sites on the Internet that either encourage kids to learn more, or help them revise their subjects. Though I must say, wasn’t there a cheaper way of influencing kids to study? Oh yeah, now I remember. It was whipping the child with the rattan.

It’s Not a Flawless Plan

 Nothing’s perfect in life. That includes this whimsical law. Not every teen on the country supports the idea of bringing devices to school. Some even strongly opposes it. And with good reason too; it’s too much a distraction for a learning tool. Most people find it hard to study at home, what with all the disturbances around them. Even I have to admit, had I not gone to boarding school, I’d have been glued to the TV and laptop alternately 24/7. By approving the law, we’re just giving them more distractions, and at a place where they should be focused.

 I can bet you that students would put more effort on updating their Facebook or Twitter every few minutes with boring, insignificant nonsense (‘My History teacher is currently writing things on the whiteboard.’ ‘LOL I’m tweeting in the toilet’) There would also be an increase of students taking pictures of their food at the canteen and uploading it online just for the sake of informing the public what they’re eating.

 Pftt. As if the public cares.

 I’m not opposing the implementation, but I’m not on the bandwagon too. I don’t really care about it anyways. Perhaps you'll be seeing me grumbling to my friends about how people make decisions a tad too late to benefit me.

Why Our Classroom Teacher Threw Out Our Nilam Out the Window

 Nilam, a book record has been considerably infamous in the eyes of students nationwide for its lack of significance. Most teens, in the right state of mind, would think of Nilam as a pain in the arse, and would rather opt to do something more beneficial, for instance sleeping. Although the school rules emphasizes the fact that filling in our book records are compulsory, both pupils and teachers have agreed to just randomly fill in numbers of books they supposedly read at the end of the year. It's a normal yearly routine, and it has been so for the past few years.

 Then I realised that it doesn't apply to my school.

 My whole class was shocked when my class teacher, Mrs N. (A newlywed.), arrived with a gigantic load of photocopied Nilam pages. She said something by the lines of 'You have to complete 80 pages to get a certificate that will be essential for your future'. So yeah, we went into panic mode. She gave us 3 pieces of paper each time she came to class (That's 12 entries.), and she'd expect us to send it the next day. You could see everyone's jaws on the floor. And so, fast forward a couple of weeks, with our wily ways, we managed to send it on time.

 Unfortunately, earlier this week, Mrs N. blew into a fit of rage (After a hour of teaching us Physics.) and practically threw half the class's time-consuming (?) book records out the window. Yep, you read it right. Now why did she do so?

WHAT WE DID TO COMPLETE OUR NILAM:
1) We wrote in non-novel material
Well, since the library is off-limits at night, some people wrote down text books and reference books, articles from magazines like Newsweek and newspapers, plus Reader's Digest etc.. And then to create the impression of the so-called books being thicker than one measly page, they decided to put in a 3-digit number in the 'Pages' section. Very smart.

2)We borrowed Form 1's Nilam books (Better yet, the Form 1 students themselves)
We simply jotted down what the Form 1's wrote. There was one person though, who took it to the next level and asked the Form 1 student to help him with his Nilam. A cruel and heartless way of getting things done, but effective nonetheless.

3)We simply created our own books
We were inspired by another class's way of doing things. They simply glanced at their surroundings and made them into storybook titles. There are many believable homemade book titles that could fool teachers, but there were some that was too stupid. One such example that still burns into my mind was this:

My Classroom's Air-conditioner

PAGES: 600++

 Pftt, like seriously, what kinda teacher wouldn't fall for that one? 

 A smart one, duh.

Some also took song titles, as if they thought it wasn't obviously fake (E.g: 'Just the Way You Are by Bruno Earth). Others just used names as authors, such as our superprincipal's name. She was particularly mad about a spelling mistake, though. 'Reald Dohl.' I wonder who could that be? I found out that it stemmed from my own silly handwriting, which led to a string of people incorrectly writing it. It's their fault though, for not recognizing such a famous author.

 After Mrs.N's burst, we finally did things the right way. By the right way, I meant most of them copied my Nilam (Since all of the books on my list were real.) I'm glad we got through this obstacle already. I do wish to see someone wirte a book about air-conditioners, though.

How Come You Go To Tuition?

"How come you go to tuition?"

 That's the one of the few questions headed my way when I stepped into the air-conditioned classroom. In fact, it's the FIRST question asked. All the time. Followed by a bewildered 'Youweren'tsupposedtobealive' stare. Cue my reply: "Why, I cannot come to tuition anymore meh?" It was fun to see people react this way the first couple of times, but after a while, it's kinda irritating.

 Yes, I'm a fully residential school student. I stay in the school grounds 24/7. I practically breathe the boarding school. That does not mean I'm prohibited from joining tuition classes. Yeah, they're probably worried about me, spending time at the last place students would dare enter during a time where students could finally taste freedom (Yeah right, they will. I'd be a famous celebrity before the day arrives.)

 Yet, there's a tiny part of me that urges me to strive hard and makes use of the time to revise during the hols. And if that part isn't enough to make me work, there's always dearest mummy. Besides, I'm sure all of us have screamed out "I'm gonna make use of my time well during the holidays!" at least once before. I know I did, every single time a holiday's nearing. I also know that those times were lavishly spent on watching TV, computers and sleeping (Hey, you can't blame a kid for having needs, especially one that has been deprived of all basic entertainments.)

 But not this time. This year is very important for me, and all Malaysians my age. We're facing a major turning point of our lives, the SPM examinations. These exam results would determine our lives; whether we could soar into a bright future, or stay firmly on the ground, thinking of what would have happened had you studied. Of course, university life also plays a key part in determining your future, and so does working experience. Luck's also a large factor, but who cares? We needa hurtle through an obstacle at a time.

 So yeah, I do need to go for tuition, even though I study day and night every single day at school for the past month and a half. And if anyone asks me why, I'll just say "How 'bout you?"

It Was My BDay... And Nobody Remembered...

The Reading Room

I was in the reading room on the ground floor of my dormitory block, when I received a call from my mother. It struck me as weird, as I had only sent her a text asking her to check whether the deadline of the KFC Star Create competition falls on the 15^th, and she, being the typical cheapskate when it comes to words, would reply one word; ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I picked up the call, and surprise, surprise, my sister’s voice rang into one ear and out the other, screaming ‘Happy 17^th birthday, Abang!’ Utterly surprised, I was, and glancing at my watch, I realised that indeed, the long hand struck 12. Now, now, before you say it’s impossible to forget one’s birthday, I did know it’d be my birthday, but as I’d been complete absorbed in checking my essay during the whole hour prior that, I’d completely forgotten. After chatting with my family underneath the coffee table (The school rules states in black and white that phones are forbidden.), I took out my parents’ gift given to me a few days earlier, on a Wednesday, since they couldn’t be with me on my special day (A solid reason why I shouldn’t be able to forget my birthday.) – a brand new, glossy red camera!  

Busy with work, even on my BDay...

 I spent the day unlike my previous birthdays before this; busy being undetected and low profile. There’s a good reason for this. There’s a tradition at my school regarding birthdays. The said tradition involves a large group of people (Preferably 15+) beating up the birthday boy, if possible in a dark classroom, at night, during preparation class. And I don’t want the same happen to me. So obviously, I made sure all sources that hint at my birthday, however miniscule it were, halts before the precious information gets into the wrong hands. Unfortunately, my dorm mate teased me, telling me he knew my birthday.

 And that was why I wiped off my birth date from my Facebook account temporarily. That, and another reason; to find out whether anyone would care enough to remember my birthdate. It was a regrettable action, seeing as none of my friends bothered to wish me a happy birthday. Well, one did, a close friend and a sensei of mine, but it was a tad late, but I don’t mind. All the wishes I received were from family members. Well, serves me right for being curious. But at least I knew how dependant people are for Facebook.

 At the end of the day, no one dangerous knew it was my birthday. Yeah, my close schoolmates knew my birthday, but they 

weren't the type to get all excited over an ambush. What was surprising was that my knowing dorm mate didn’t wish me. Turned out he forgot it. Then he tells me that a Korean star’s birthday falls on Wednesday. Guess I’m less important than his idols.

Rising Sun's Language Moment of Truth~

Hi guys, sorry for the late update. :) I was a tad busy. So... Last week, I had to do something that no other students would dare to do at this time of the year. Going back to SCHOOL. *Insert gasp* WHY IS THAT, I hear you ask (If you didn't, then I'll imagine it.) I had to revise for the Japanese Language Proficiency Test. It's basically a three-paper exam. Don't ask whether I passed or failed.

Well, from Thursday 'til Sunday, we had classes to make sure we remember the basics. Well, awkward thing is, I couldn't remember half of it. That's because I NEVER LEARNED IT. D: Hahaha~ During the day, we learn. During the night, we play 'round! We've been watching Thai horror movies, such as Shutter and Phobia 2, plus NangNak and Grave Encounters. :D And when the scary piles finished, we turned to Korean reality shows, Running Man! :D

The nationwide exam was held at the Confusian Private School in KL. Mine was, unfortunately for my cheaterfriends, held in a gigantic hall. This year's exam was pretty much harder than the last, as even the ones who had taken it before felt it was torture. As for me, a first timer, I couldn't care less. My achievement has been succeeded; to get experience to further ready myself for the next time. :)

For those who have been thinking all these time why I hadn't updated this a few days back, it was because of this:

I had this idea during the time spent at school last week, and was hell bent on finishing it. Enjoy~! :D :D :D

Exam Time!

You have two more weeks left until your major exam, a gigantic pile of revision books left untouched since the last exam, waiting to be read, and your mother breathing at your neck, nagging at you to study. No problem, you say to her. Just after you completed Level 21 in the brand new computer game you bought the other day.

Time flies very fast, and eleven days later, you're panicking, reading through hundreds of text books like crazy, cursing at the game for making Level 21 too hard and for wasting your time. How are you supposed to cover every single subjects in three days? You start to calculate:

- There are 9 to 10 subjects

- In each subject, there's 'bout seven to ten chapters

- Your major exam covers everything for the past three years

- So, the minimal number of number of subjects would be:

9x7x3= 189 chapters to revise

You suddenly wake up in the middle of the room three hours later after you fainted, wasting potential study time.

Now, you're sitting in the exam room, cursing silently at the seating arrangement; the ones surrounding you are dimwits. The death sentence in the form of exam papers arrive. The timer is set. An hour and a half left. You pass through the first few questions with relative ease. Then the godawful hard question pounces at you. It was from the chapters you didn't have time to revise in detail. You try to pick at your brain for answers, but nothing would come. You try to read people's mind, and send SOS signals to their brains, but it fails. You try your supervision to take a look at their answer sheets, but is blocked by the teachers. You decided to just 'tembak' at the question. The same scenario happens at most of the questions that came after that. And probably 4 of the exams you encounter during exam week.

When exam week ends, you snuggle up in you duvet, making a mental note to leave Level 21 aside next time exam's nearing.

Good luck to all PMR students! :D I've been through the dreaded moment last year, so I know how it feels. So, I don't have to say how easy it is, 'cos you guys won't believe me. I'll let you lear the hard way. Relax~! :D

Cheating Exams

Hi there, people. How's life? Mine feels great (For the moment, at least.)! Exam week's over, and I got some of my papers back. I've improved! I feel so mushy inside! :D I earned it fair and square.

Unlike some people. They earned it unfair and irregular shape. .______.

During the exam week, I've seen friends using their means of cheating to get good grades. Come on, guys! Would you be proud of yourselves if you get A+ by using reference books? Some whispered to each other, others threw paper balls around to convey their message. Heck, they even had books on their laps! D: (In case you were wondering how the teacher was surprisingly blind enough to not see the obvious... We have frilly clothes covering the table. O.O Purple and frilly. *Dundundun*)

Some, though, got caught redhanded. And in a silly way. And then he was humiliated. The reason why?

The headteacher announced it in front of everyone.

Last Thursday, during assembly, he told the entire student body that he had confiscated a Form 5's mobile. (Yesh, rules state that mobile phones are forbidden, but the students nor the teachers care. :)) The shocking thing was there were text messages sent during the exam! And the head teacher, being such a kind soul, read the SMSes out loud for all the curious little people to hear. :D

The best part is, the texts were sent to a handful of people. Lucky teacher. With one single cellphone, he was able to find people who brought their phones AND cheated in their exams. Talk 'bout kill lotsa birds with one stone! XD

We've learnt a valuable lesson, didn't we kids? And for those who don't have a clue what the golden rule is:

IF YOU CHEAT, MAKE SURE TO GET RID OF

ALL THE EVIDENCE.

LOL. Just kidding. The real lesson is to never cheat. You'll never be proud with the result you get. Plus, you'll be in deep trouble and humility if you ever get caught. And the chances of that happening are very, VERY high. :D

Have a nice day. :)

Final Week of Exam~!

Whee, finally, only one more week to go!!! God, I feel very suckish in the past week. I also realised quite a few things:

1) The students are not the only one bored of exams. I caught teachers falling asleep! Very different from my old school, where they watch you like a hawk. :D Some of them brought laptops and fans to use during their time watching over my class. Guess they don't really care much after all. :)

2) They reuse questions. Literally. Physics test was horrible. ): Even more so when you find out that they took last year's papers for this year's midterms, and you find out AFTER the exam! D: It only gets worse when you realised you seen a glimpse of the same paper BEFORE the exam! D: D: D:

My, aren't these unexpected? :D Well, I hope it won't be happening this week. Few more days till freedom and home!!! :D

Everybody Looks Cute When They Sleep

Sorry for not posting anything for these past few weeks~! I had and exam and band camp. D: So, please don't get angry at me. Blame the school. :D And if you are one of the people who thinks that they can predict when I'm gonna post on the blog... .__________. Well, you don't get the meaning of 'Anything, Anytime, Anywhere', do you?

So, back to topic. :) We all know that not everyone in this world is as pretty as Selena Gomez, or as handsome as Justin Bieber Alex Pettyfer. You guys agree? Yesh, yesh you do. :) But what I do know is that everybody looks so cute and innocent when they're in slumber! :D And I proof with me~!!! :D These picture were taken by yours truly at the band camp yesterday:

Aren't they the cutest things? :3

The Slipper Thief

Hi, guys. How's you? :) Don't you hate it when people steal your slippers? Well, I DO. It's happened to me! ME! How can that be??? And worse... It's happened TWICE!!! Yergh...
Bet you're wondering how I found it, right? :) Well, I found it at the EXACT SAME PLACE I left it the day before. Yeah, I also found it there when it was missing for the second time. Sigh... Thieves these days. They just dunno how to hide stuff. D:

On the bright side, someone out there LOVES my slippers~! :D :D :D

SkyJuice~ D:

'What?' I asked my friend. He said he had been drinking skyjuice at the dining hall. Still puzzled, I repeated the same question. He stared at me as if he was talking to a plank, and smiled. God, how I hate it when he smiled like that. He then brought me a glass 'full of skyjuice'. I looked at it, thinking what is it gonna taste like? Maybe it tastes like the sky?

What does the SKY taste like?

I took a sip, not acknowledging the mischievous glint in my friend's eyes. Funny, something feels familiar. It tastes like plain water. Oh.

Skyjuice IS plain water. D:

New School, New Life

Hi people, how's you guys? I'm fine here. So, this is my first post from my new school. It's kinda OK here. Independently living in the boarding school. That's cool... I guess. Have to get used to it. Washing your own clothes, waking up at 5 in the morn. That's SO not me. ): I miss my friends... >3< So, I won't be updating as frequently as I was. So, be patient~! :D

Last Post For the Time Being...

Hey people, this is gonna be my last post for a period of time. Going off to boarding school tomorrow. Yeah... So, don't expect me to update for a long, LONG while. Unless something happens and I am allowed access to the computers there. :) Which, since it's a boarding school, with AIR CONDITIONING~ (You can't find that at most schools here! XD), there will be... I hope. And I think I have to find myself a partner. For the blog, of course. :)

The Surprise Farewell Party~! :'D

Today was the most touching day of my happy lil life. My classmates had a farewell party for me and six other friends of ours! In case you didn't know, we are going off to other schools. It's pretty sad, getting separated at such an early time of the school year... )': Love them all, I do! So caring, thinking of us. :D To my friends out there, if you're reading this, I just wanna say I love you all, and that I'm gonna miss you all~! Don't forget me!!! :D :D :D

Me and My Life Right Now

Hi, readers! :) Sorry I didn't update the blog for quite a while. I've been busy with stuff. School life, personal life. :) The usual~ School has started for the kids in Malaysia already, and you know what? I'm still feeling too sleepy to get up.

You should be, when you have to get to school at half past 7. D:

Well, it has been two weeks since school had started, and they (the school) have already started making us hate our lives by having a marathon, which is on the 22nd!!! D: D: D: It sucks.

Speaking of the marathon, I got betrayed by my friend during the practice, who asked me to wait for her. I waited, and walked slowly (With my friends. So kind of them! :D) just for her sake, even though I had tuition in 30 minutes. Halfway throughout the track, I finally found out she WASN'T EVEN HERE! SHE WAS AT THE TUITION CENTER ALREADY! That sucks, right? I bet some people has that kinda experience. :D

Well, I just couldn't get mad at her. The anger pretty much got lost during the weekend. She's so adorable when she asked for my forgiveness (She looks adorable ALL THE TIME! :D), I can't get mad at her! XD

Oh well, that's it from me. Gotta get some beauty sleep for tomorrow! :D

- ComiComi -

2011 Arrived~!

Hi, and a happy 2nd January to you people! :) Ah, how time flies so fast~ I don't think a month and a half is enough for us teens! D: It seems so short. We keep our memories of the past year, and march on forward to the wonders of 2011. Don't ever linger in the past! It ain't good for your health. :)

Why not relax and think 'bout this: What's your fave memory of the past year? It can be more than one.

Ooh, and I got a special prezzy from my mate. I couldn't believe she'd buy it for me! I LOVE IT! Conan~ First thing to start off my toy collection! Thank you! Best prezzy EVER! :D

Oh well, I'm gonna have to prepare for school, which starts tomorrow. Face the wrath of the HISTORY TEACHER!