Birthday Celebration of the Little Twins

18th January 2013.

Have been busy recently and I'm feeling sick now with a little sore throat.
I have not sick for a very long time, so I guess it's a little signal from my body.

Well, 18th January, Friday evening, I went to my friend's twin brother and sister's birthday.
They are 4 years old, and they are a little too cute. 

Their house is in Block A, Juta Mines Condo which I have been staying here since September last year.
I was a little awkward when Mudher asked me to go to the birthday celebration.
I have not experienced birthday celebration in someone's house for so so long time.
Until I couldn't remember when was the last time. 

So... then I went. His brother's name is Ali and sister's name Rekah.
They dressed in decent lovely clothes. Rekah was like a princess.

First, it was a little awkward because I don't speak Arabic ( I would love to learn). Things got better though.
I got to say, they loved to take photos.

Is it only me who thinks they are cute?

Rekah, the little princess

Ali, the famous cutie =P

The birthday cake

I like the bread...

Check this out! She has blond hair!! And yeah.. they are original!

 

Why did you look at me?

The family =)

And then, cake lighting moment...

The big brother of all

Happy birthday cuties

And then it continues...He is photogenic..

Modeling for Coca-cola

The Chicken

Owh....lovely

Eye Trick Haha =)

Strike a post!

And then, they were dancing, <Gangnam Style>, and some Iraqi songs which I had no idea about. They made me move with them too... 

They were dancing, Joget-joget

The friendly mother

Guarding her cake

After meal, there was diasater... They were throwing candy to each other, to me... =(
And of course, there was balloon moment, which they started to 'stab' the balloons...

 ___________Party ends __________

I'm thankful that they invited me.
I had fun, real fun... =P

And I hoped I didn't say or do anything wrong.
And I hope this 2013 brings happiness, lucks, health and the best for all of us.

New Year, New Life

2013 begins...

Everything seems going fine.

I start to wonder if all these can be carried on through out the year

and

even become better.

I have completed my first semester. All I hope is the result will be turning out to be great.

My fingers are always crossed.

Pray that I could get through this although the effort I have put into seems insufficient.

2013,

Please be good to me and also my family.

New year, New life...

I hope everything is going good. have a great year ahead!!!

Meant For It

I am grateful that I'm given this gift.
This kind of special gift that not everyone is awarded with.

I am meant for it, meant for sports, meant to beome this active girl.
I play most of the games, from track and field, badminton to volleyball.
Although not very expert in each of the game.

When I was 16, when I first ran 400m I won gold in district of Kuala Terangganu.
And was selected for the district team, made me the first female student from MRSMKT to go for the state team in track event.
Terengganu has always been the best state when it comes to sports.
And my 4x400m relay team won gold in MSSM Terengganu.

In the meantime in MRSM, I took part in Taekwondo, and I won Gold in Taekwondo Championship MRSM Se-Malaysia and also several medals in club championships.

And I was selected to compete in Sukan Remaja Pahang which I won silver in my category, defeated by a 21 year-old Kuantan fighter and immediately brought me to the SUKMA team of Pahang.

When we were made compulsory to take Hockey in one of the week in first sem of Form 5.
I impressed the Hockey's teacher of MRSM in our 2nd lesson and news and rumours spreaded that I played it great in class.I didn't even know what made me play that so easily.
I was invited by the coach of Hockey's team to play Hockey. But my track coach turned the offer down.

In MRSM we had to undergo the physical test every semester. And my record for 2.4km run stayed still which was below 12 minutes. And that year I won first in cross-country 5km of the school and I was selected for cross country event of the state. I got 12th, sadly.

In my university years, when I first exposed to Kayak, I was spotted and selected to MASUM 2011 and I got 3rd place in TK2 with my partner Shakirah which shocked most of the people out especially the coach. No one had expected me to win and with only 1 month of short training and I was given the most hopeless event. During training, the coach had assigned me to this event because it was the most hopeless event to win because of the existence of national kayakers from what I was told.

And I never mentioned, I can't swim, at all. So I took swimming class since October which offers 12 s
lessons in UM swimming pool. After some practices, that swimming instructor, I never knew her name shocked within the last 2 classes and asked me whether I knew how to swim before came to her class. She loved the way I swim and she said those strokes were so perfect. And she said I'll be qualified into competition if I train more. I know she mean it since she did not tell 15 other swimming learners in the class Of course, I was thrilled.
I really appreciate what she was saying. Means alot to me. It is all like Deja Vu, so similar with the Hockey stuff the coach told me.

So I figured, I'm quite good at this. =) Thankful. now I recall everything and I found out I'm really meant to do good in sports. All I need to do is just focus and put in more effort.

Thanks to the sporty gift I have been awarded. However, there were a lot of opportunities to outshine that I missed. Life's like this. You fall, you take, you give and you lose. So look ahead and all the thing I have missed become something I cherish.


 Write again =)

Find Inspiration

I have this one super huge need and desire:

Find My Inspiration

I need to step out there and go seeking for it!

Good luck finding it in no time. 

Presentation

I skipped his class for 2 weeks in a row. And then he approached me to ask about the reasons or excuses.

I have never seen him asking this from other students who had been absent.
So I took it he care about me since I am the only Chinese female student in his class.
Then, I made a promise, I swore I'd never skipped his class again.

And until so far, I'm so proud of myself that I keep my words.
Although sometimes, the urge to go swimming or the urge to rest after morning run fight against the promise so hard.
I did it however. And I hope everything will be going fine in this last 3 weeks of lecture in this semester.

My project presentation will be next week 16th December 2012.
I'm struggling now, for the fact that I have not done any analysis yet.

I have been staying up until 2am or 3 am since Sunday until today.
I sincerely hope all these staying-ups come out with something valuable and worthy to this project.

Which is why, I am going to end this post now and resume my journal-research with my panda-eyes.
Well, dear pandas sorry for using that phrase just because this phrase look ugly on me.

Let everything goes well.
Write again soon.

Crush

When I look in your eyes, I learned that

You are no longer the 'you' which I fell for

It's really hard for me.

Truth is truth, fact is still fact.
How I wanted to scream it out...
Scream out my feelings

This crush that I have kept for so long should stop now.

Write again soon...

A Fighter- My Mom

To my beloved, dearest and honourable Mom,

She is a fighter.
She is so strong and she is the greatest Mom ever.
She has this angel-like-kindness.
 
She did 4 jobs to raise us.

She knows everything, from car maintenance>tyres>house chores> Everything
and
she cooks heavenly dishes.

She was a fighter and she is always a fighter.

I'm praying that she will live healthily, happily and wonderfully ever after.
God, please listen to my prayer and let my mom be blessed.
Fingers crossing.

Fingers crossing.

What if

What if I still dream about you some nights?

What if I'm dreaming about us talking about everything just like we used to do?

What if I'm assuming we were as just close as before?

What if every time I'm on Facebook chat, I wish there will be a window pop-up with your name on it?

What if I could never get over this?

What if I'm looking at the corner outside library where we were sitting with you bringing me supper?

What if I write down the quotes from you in my diary?

What if I'm still reading our chat history in Skype?

What if I thought I have gotten over you, but in fact somewhere in my heart, your name had already been carved on it. And whenever the blood passes through the place where your name had been carved, it gives ache.