It's end of June, isn't it? And my dearest mother is bugging me to get ready for my journey... ALREADY! (funny, aint she?)
Oh well, that's what is happening now... Can't do anything about it. Come to think of it, it's funny.. My mom is one time freak, and she just can't get a hold of herself whenever it comes to travelling, ALL THE TIME! She likes to worry bout stuff, like stuff to bring (so that she won't forget to bring impt things). But listen to this (this is the punchline), she ends up forgetting stuff! Haha! Can you imagine what kinda torture I go thru with my mom? Haha!
So, I end up relaxing like laying on a nice comfy beach chair-thingy (can't get that name for it, =P), drinking my favourite mocktail drink, under the bright hot sun, admiring the wide blue sea, as I breathe a sigh while I lay down under the umbrella. Kewl eh?
Speaking of which, I've got to perform soon @ Bukit Jalil Golf and Country Club (or is it Resort? oh what the hell..). Since the main theme focuses on the rich sounds and brilliant music of China, showing the wide diversity of the overpopulated country, my dear friend has already bought herself a nice cheongsam (well, my dear teacher was so creative to think of that idea, being we were to dress up in chinese clothes.. sighs..). And now I've gotta get something really nice...
SO.. I went to MV today to Chinatown to have a look. The shirts there are... well.. ok.. but they make me look so.. umm.. how do i say it.. let's put it this way.. I'm thin (my body's not toned, nor do i have muscles. argh.. i look ugly..), and I'm wearing something quite loose (smallest size is medium) which was made from a really thin material on my torso. It really made me feel funny, not forgetting the 'airy' feeling down under..
Then comes the Qilin shop. Gosh, they have nice shirts. Problem is, the prices are 'nice' too (bout RM2oo+. oh, the previous shop sold their shirt for bout 170). I was trying the white shirt... DAMN! I looked SO nice in it.. I fell in love with it! Argh... The material was thick and good, it has more buttons than the flimsy shirt (not to forget nicer buttons), the sleeves can be folded making look even more classy.. Damn! WHAT SHOULD I DO??? Haha... Just in case you don't know, i'm a fashion freak, more to metrosexual, so i love shopping... Haha.. Too bad I don't really go out that often to shop, since I'm really really poor.. (maybe cuz i look at expensive stuff and despise cheap stuff.. haha) Can't blame me for who I am right? Haha..!
Well.. Hope someone can help me out.. Haha.. See ya!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Chapter 4: Time to embark on a new journey
So... It's finally confirmed that I can go over to UK to study huh?
How lucky I am, I thought, to be able to go study in UK, considering that my family couldnt afford the fees after the expensive conversion. It is my dream, my future, my bright light at the end of the tunnel. I feel finally free from the bonds of family, I finally feel released from my nest, flying to survive on my own. How happy I was; when I was told I will be sponsored of my tuition fees, when I first held my results over hardwork and toil, when I saw that my conditional offer became 'accepted' on my computer screen. That's something to rejoice about..
Then problems start pouring in. Not in the technical sense, as in the procedures and the process of getting there, but mentally. I started to picture how it would be like there: nice environment, beautiful sceneries, new friends... Well, everything there should be nicer than Malaysia, that's all I know. And most importantly, my 'best' friend applied to the same place as I did. Then I added my friend into the picture... Picture perfect! The things we can do together; the list is endless!
I got quite disappointed. Everything was ruined. My friend just don't have the confidence in getting good grades. My mother keeps on reminding me that the people there are not friendly, they can do anything to you. My friend did also say that she would miss her family and friends a lot here, if she went overseas to study. That made me think about my family and friends too.
Now, i don't really want to go!
Well, today, was the start of the travel fair in Malaysia. I had a chance to finish getting some winter stuff that i'll need over at UK. It wasn't that bad.. At least, everything is sold cheaper.
Hope everything will be fine. It'll turn out to be as I wanted it to be... God forbid...
(tbc)
How lucky I am, I thought, to be able to go study in UK, considering that my family couldnt afford the fees after the expensive conversion. It is my dream, my future, my bright light at the end of the tunnel. I feel finally free from the bonds of family, I finally feel released from my nest, flying to survive on my own. How happy I was; when I was told I will be sponsored of my tuition fees, when I first held my results over hardwork and toil, when I saw that my conditional offer became 'accepted' on my computer screen. That's something to rejoice about..
Then problems start pouring in. Not in the technical sense, as in the procedures and the process of getting there, but mentally. I started to picture how it would be like there: nice environment, beautiful sceneries, new friends... Well, everything there should be nicer than Malaysia, that's all I know. And most importantly, my 'best' friend applied to the same place as I did. Then I added my friend into the picture... Picture perfect! The things we can do together; the list is endless!
I got quite disappointed. Everything was ruined. My friend just don't have the confidence in getting good grades. My mother keeps on reminding me that the people there are not friendly, they can do anything to you. My friend did also say that she would miss her family and friends a lot here, if she went overseas to study. That made me think about my family and friends too.
Now, i don't really want to go!
Well, today, was the start of the travel fair in Malaysia. I had a chance to finish getting some winter stuff that i'll need over at UK. It wasn't that bad.. At least, everything is sold cheaper.
Hope everything will be fine. It'll turn out to be as I wanted it to be... God forbid...
(tbc)
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