seven hundred and thirty-one

2 years, 731 days...

Since my plane landed in Narita Airport, Japan.

731 (732) days, since I met people that had changed my life forever.

I MISS JAPAN SO SO MUCH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START.

That place was magical.

Those people that went there with me were magical, those people I met there were magical, that little square townhouse was magical, that bath tub was magical, those kids there were magical, those golden trees along the roads were magical, the green garbage trucks with Hello Kitty's head were magical, Tokyo Disneyland was Magical with a capital M, that haunted hotel beside Narita Airport was magical, those cup noodles that made us so sick was magical, that flight back that was 80% going through turbulence was magical...

I can write a freaking book about this.

I just wanna express how much I want to go back to Oyama again.

I'd give up shopping in Tokyo or skiing in Hokkaido for Oyama.

I'm really really sure about this.

forever.

OH HELLO!

I'm running out of new pictures so I figured Imma use some old ones. They are sort of my feelings right now. I feel glamorous and happy and awesome and conscious and everything good.

Reasons should not be mentioned before a mob of angry people come and hunt me down.

So lads and gents, here're some pictures taken in Straits Quay, Penang about a year ago or so.

OOOOKAAYYYY So... I'm watching HIMYM right now, and laughing my head off. Goodbye.

For things come and go

Like rainbows and its pot of gold.

HEY!!!!! There's still 10% of SPM left but I'm chilling anyway. SPM was okay I guess, I try really hard not to think about it since it's over and done with. Except for Chinese, of course. So I'll just think about that all week. I'm just happy that it's all ending. Everything. Everything that has got to do with waking up at 6.30 am, school uniforms and homework mayhems.

I haven't talked about graduating and having my high school secondary school (keeping it local!) life come to an end.  Oh no, it's already over. I mean, people say that high school is the toughest and most stressful phase in life, so full of drama and tears, and it really is. 

HAHA WHO AM I KIDDING HIGH SCHOOL WAS SO EASY.

Seriously. I don't get what's all the fuss about. Maybe my life is too unhappening or whatever, but toughest and stressful? I think working and having responsibility is wayyyyy harder than studying when exam's near. Yeah that's what school is all about isn't it? Five years, and you have only 10 days, 16 papers, idk-how-many-lame-hours to prove your ability to apply whatever you've learnt in FIVE years. That's insane. 

Sure, there are ups and downs, smiles and tears, dramas and comedies. You meet people who once-and-for-all change who you are, you fall and you get up. I guess the most important part is learning how to deal with stuff and people. Annoying people and demanding teachers. You learn how to handle stuff you weren't born to be able to. 

It shapes you, your core, into the person you are to be in a few years time, when you really need to know yourself and know what you want and need. Right now, all I know is that I need to go for college and get a hell of a result and... Blank. The future is hard. Really hard. And I have no idea where I'm heading.

Gah forget about the deep thoughts. Lol I'm currently tearing out blank pages from my exercise books, mainly to make place in my rack and to actually feel like school's dead and gone and never coming back.

I have like a mountain sized pile of papers and pass years and whatever exercises on my table and I don't know what to do with them. Too laze to carry it to the recycle box. 

Gonna follow my parents for some weird wine tasting thing in club. Weird.

The Rime of an SPM Candidate

Chemistry, chemistry everywhere,
Sulphuric acid in burette;
Chemistry, chemistry everywhere,
For I hath wept in despair.

I hear the preacher said speak now

Or forever hold your peace.

So, hello people!!! It struck me, suddenly, this morning, that I actually own a blog that's practically half dead now. And I saw a blinding flash of light from the far end of the mountain, then I heard a loud, deep voice asking me to resuscitate my dying blog.

Alright, I'll cut the crap.

But to be honest, all you'll be getting is crap in this post cuz my mind kind of refuses to think too much for the past three days. I haven't really been studying. According to my so-called plan, I was suppose to finish reading bio. Tomorrow, Im suppose to do all the past years and trial papers I can find. But oh well... So basically, I haven't done anything progressive since my math papers and I don't think there will be much improvement tomorrow.

I should just go sign up for lame, lazy, unimportant jobs like doing online reviews for some sick music or romantic novel or just go play contemporary in some restaurant or go walk dogs or be some kids-camp helper. Yeah maybe I should go work in a kindergarten after SpM.

Speaking of which, I have no significant feelings towards SPM. I just want it to be over irregardless of my less-than-half-ready status right now. If it hadn't been for our multiracial thing, SPM will end a freaking week earlier. Meaning, in another 2 weeks, not 3, which, will make super noticeable difference. ie. people would be happier and revert to their usual lifestyle (not that mine really changed a lot).

I still have no solid idea of what Im gonna do after SPM. I mean like right after SPM. I have the usual holiday plans like Penang and KL and our annual vacay, but other than that... Blanko. I was actually thinking bout going to work with people. Try seeing what other professions do. In my list, dentist, vet and lawyer. Im still not slashing anything from ny potential career lost because Im kia su like that. Lol. I just think it's wrong to judge and kick choices out without really knowing the real deal ahead. So... Yeah...

Gah I think I'll just stop typing now. Eye lids ain't gonna support themselves anymore.

Ps: I've been sleeping like nobody's business these days. Crap.