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Adjusting to Change


I’ve been back at school for three days now. It’s a different ball game altogether this year – new subjects to learn and officially being one of the older students in the school. I’m in a completely different class from last year and most of the familiar faces of last year’s classmates aren’t in my class – luckily I still have two of my closest friends in class with me. Not to mention that a lot of my dear friends have moved school this year – one is even migrating to another country! And I’m definitely not used to the freshmen looking up at my friends and I with a kind of awe – did I do that when I was new here? Even my chess teacher is different this year.

I’m not a stranger to change – over the past few years things have altered so fast and so much that when I look back on my past self in maybe 2007, I find that I don’t even recognize that girl anymore! I seem to have become a different person every single year since then, different people who don’t even ring a bell to my mind any longer. They seem like strangers – ghosts of a past life or something like that. Sometimes it sort of unsettles me, to look at myself in the mirror and not recognize the person staring right back at me.

I’m not gonna lie, I hate change. Not because change itself isn’t good, but because it loves to say “I told you so!” When something changes, it’s almost never positive, but then a little later, maybe a week, a couple years or even a decade later, you realize that it was for the best. And change shoves it in your face, like, “See?”

Anyhow, back to the original subject – getting used to this new, alien year at school. It’ll take some time to adjust to this new routine and everything in it. I don’t usually find it so difficult to adjust, but this – this is something else altogether.

I remember watching an episode of my favourite crime show, Bones. In it, the main character, Temperance Brennan finds herself dealing with a case she finds personal. A body of a rich woman is found in a bad part of town and she goes to investigate, and she finds several similarities between her and the victim – height, weight, favourite animal, etc. When she sees the victim’s ID photo, she finds that it looks exactly like her. When she asks her partner FBI Special Agent Seely Booth if he recognizes the victim, he says no. When she hears a recording of the victim’s voice, Brennan hears her own voice. Her colleagues begin to worry about her when she has difficulty being objective on the case as she relates very much to the victim, even in terms of love life.

She can’t sleep, so she returns to her lab late at night to continue working on the case, and Micah, a security guard, finds her there. He tells her about a lecture he attended – an experiment was set up where a group of people were made to wear glasses that made them see the world upside down.¬† For three days, the world was upside down for them (literally, mind you). But after three days, they were made take off the glasses and instead of seeing things right side up, everything was upside down. The conclusion of the experiment was that it takes the brain three days to adjust.

It took three days for Brennan and Booth to solve the case, and after those three days, Brennan looked at the ID picture of the victim and no longer saw her face staring back at her, but the real face of the victim.

I guess what I’m trying to say is – I’ve been at school three days. Maybe when I go back on Monday, everything will seem normal. Maybe my brain would have adjusted…or maybe it would still be stubbornly unadjusted. My brain’s a little weird.

Whatever the case, change is inevitable in life and we just have to adapt to it. Unfortunately. ūüôā

The key to change…is to let go of fear ~ Rosanne Cash


Happy New Year! and an excuse


Did I say last time was a record? No way, not even close. Now it‚Äôs six months… Get that man! Six huge whole big fat wide tall months! And I used to write at least once a week!Don’t worry, I have a (sort of, something like, actually not really) brilliant excuse:



You see, for the past six months up until October I had been up to my nose in studies, all for a VIE – Very Important Examination. Ok, so after October I had tons of time to blog, but I was too busy being an absolute bum, and wasting away through a whole bunch of storybooks and friend hangouts that had been put off for far too long. And before that I had been participating in a dozen different writing competitions, so I focused on that and not on my blog.



So I was all chill…until the terrifying and inevitable arrived – the red letter daythe day of my results for this VIE (yes, this is a very exam-oriented country). I sat with my best friends in the result hall – they made this huge deal of it, you know, like announcing the names of those with straight A’s, and I was thinking, like, oh no oh no oh no! I was just about dying when my name was announced along with the rest of the straight A students. Yipee! Well, that was over and done with so I got to relax. Now, believe it or not, it’s a new year! I can officially put the terrifying exams behind me until the next one – a VVIE (Very Very Important Examination – did you even need to ask that one?) comes up in another year. So I have two years till my next one, so it’s fun and games for now, right?


Next year is going to be even worse. I’m entering Form 4 in high school, and if I’m going to pay attention to all the horror stories told by my seniors, it’s supposed to be extremely difficult. New subjects, a new thing altogether – we even need to have orientation for it.

I’m not trying to be pessimistic or anything. Just…being a realist, I suppose.

Anyways, a new year is here, and I shouldn’t be being so negative! I mean, I know that everyone’s worried about the world ending in December this year, but what if the Mayans simply ran out of space on their calendar and thought, never mind, let’s just leave it like that? Maybe they ran out of space on their rock? Think about it.


I don’t have a new year’s resolution this year, but I think I’m going to stop biting off more than I can chew (not literally, of course) and I’ll probably try to blog a little more than I did before – don’t take me up on that one, though.

Here’s wishing everyone a Happy New Year and a blessed 2012.

New year, new chapter, new beginnings.


What An Art Project Can Do To You


I’ve been working (read “toiling and struggling and dying”) on an Art Project (read “highly unimportant and unnecessary hassle”) that is due this Tuesday and so far the only thing I’ve learned from all the research is that I can’t draw to save my life. Aside from that, I’ve also discovered that I don’t like our traditional cloth patterns so much… That’s our preassigned (read “forced on us”) topic. Batik.


Batik is our traditional cloth, done using a manual wax-resist dyeing technique. Over here in Malaysia, we’re more towards floral motifs with super vibrant colours. Thankfully, this is more to my taste (read “tolerable”) than the dull, murky brown colour (if it can even be called a colour) I’ve been seeing each time I hit the search button.

Still, there’s something I don’t like so much about batik. I guess it’s just not my style. For a while I mused over what type of art I could possible like. I’m a downright nerd and I need to think all the time. Chess. Minesweeper. Poker. Maths. The list goes on and on. So yeah. I’m pretty much a ‘left-side-of-brain’-er.

Then I recalled my last trip to a museum, where my family and I got into the Art Museum instead of the main one. I remember that I did enjoy looking at the art. I mean, sure, there were a couple of things that sort of caught my eye, but my favourite, favourite, favourite genre of art is definitely (no, not cubism; as much as i love Maths) abstract art.

Alright. Time for a technical left-side-of-brain explanation (taken, of course, from Wikipedia).

Kandinsky's "On White 2"

Abstract art uses a visual language of form, color and line to create a composition which may exist with a degree of independence from visual references in the world.Western art had been, from the Renaissance up to the middle of the 19th century, underpinned by the logic of perspective and an attempt to reproduce an illusion of visible reality. The arts of cultures other than the European had become accessible and showed alternative ways of describing visual experience to the artist. By the end of the 19th century many artists felt a need to create a new kind of art which would encompass the fundamental changes taking place in technology, science and philosophy. The sources from which individual artists drew their theoretical arguments were diverse, and reflected the social and intellectual preoccupations in all areas of Western culture at that time.

Phew. Okay. Enough with the History Lesson.

"Three Musicians" by Pablo Picasso, one of my personal favourites

What I like about Abstract Art is that it makes me think. Like, really think about what the artist had going through his or her mind at the time. I think about what it could mean to one person and what it could mean to another.In short, I like any kind of art that makes me think. Or evokes some sort of emotion in me; that works too. But never mind that.

I do have a sketch book, you know. I’m not utterly hopeless at drawing (or am I?). I used to draw different things everyday, from emo anime girls to tattoo designs. But I’m mostly a copy artist, so now that sketch book is gathering dust at the far back corner of my stacks upon stacks of journals and diaries.

As far as the Art Project goes, I am now going complete out the box. Part of our assignment is to make a collection of pictures of different batik patterns or motifs that could be used for batik.¬† Instead of going for muddy-coloured gloominess or rainbow-shaded eye-hurting brightness, I opted for modern abstract patterns (which, truth be told, is one of the very few art styles I’m good at).

Ok, now time to stop blogging and actually get the freaking project done. Bye…

Back to School Soon


And just like that, I’ve wrapped my books, packed my bag and prepared my uniform. Yup, school’s back – already! On the 3rd of January I’ll be waking up at 5 o’clock, slinging my bag over my shoulders and heading off to school to find out if I’ve gotten to the top class or not. That means no more staying up late without reason, no more waking up 7, 8, 9 or whatever time I choose, and definitely no more free time!

Having said that, honestly, I’m quite looking forward to it! I can’t wait to see my friends again and get started on a new school year. Sure, I’ve got an “important examination” next year, but I think I’m quite up to the challenge (famous last words) and I’ve already made up my mind to study (unlike this year, when I only started opening my textbooks a week before each test… if at all). And no more (if you pardon the ungrateful brat attitude) boring hours spent as a couch potato, on the computer or being a royal bum (but to be honest, I’ll¬† miss the latter)! Oh, and the biggest plus of them all… My mom won’t have to be bugged by me anymore! Yay!

Alright, then, time to face my 3rd year in high school! Bring it on! ūüėČ

The End of Another Eventful School Year


Wow! Look at that, it’s the end of my Form 2 school year already! The last day of school was pretty darn eventful and memorable… Not to mention incredibly busy and crazy… I think… Well, to quote Daughtry’s song “September”:

The years go by and time just seems to fly, but the memories remain.

Bored out of my skull this morning, I took some time to reflect on the year. Did I do everything I planned to do? Well, let’s see. I didn’t join the public speaking contest, I didn’t get a place in the chess tournament, I didn’t get top three in class and I didn’t get distinction in my piano exam. So I guess it was a bad year.

On the other hand, I did meet some awesome new people, get halfway through my book, learn some valuable lessons, lighten up and move on. So on the whole it was a pretty good year.

Just listen to me, I sound like a bundle of contradictions!

It all depends on how you look at things… I could tell you the things I regret doing, things I regret not doing, or things¬†that just didn’t go as planned. Or I could choose to tell you the things that worked out, the¬†accomplishments I made, whether big or small, and¬†short, amusing, heartwarming¬†stories.

In the end, it’s all about how optimistic you are. Hey, remember,¬†I said optimistic, not perky. Be a positive realist or something. Which sounds right to you – “glass half-full”, or “glass half-empty”?¬†

School this year was fun and full of surprises, and I’m sure we can all agree with that. I’m definitely gonna miss all my friends and seeing as I’m not going anywhere, it could get a little boring. But I don’t have any more work to do, and I’d much rather become a royal bum than toil around doing homework, projects and revision.

Once more, it’s all about how you look at things. ūüėČ



So I’m sitting here in the school library. I’m a librarian, see, and since finals are over I have basically nothing to do aside from hang around like a royal bum. So on I go to social networking sites (namely FACEBOOK).

I remember that when last year I didn’t have any account aside from email and my friends bugged me to apply for FB. Against my better judgement I accepted this and decided to apply. And since then, I am not only a couch potato, I’m also on the computer a lot more than necessary.

Thinking about it, if I spent all this time¬†that I use up staring at an inanimate computer screen¬†on the piano, I would be the female version of Mozart. And if I spent all the time used up on the sofa¬†watching the same NCIS rerun for the millionth time on that book I’m writing, I’d probably¬†have finished it by now, and maybe another.

Still, even though I seem to be having an enlightening moment of realization… I don’t think I’ll be the next Mozart or¬†an author working on her¬†umpteenth¬†book. After all, I’m still on the computer, ain’t I?



At first, when the school bell rang, I felt like cheering along with everyone else. Did somebody say two weeks of holidays? Awesome! I couldn’t wait, was really glad I didn’t have to wake up early, finish homework and listen to lessons.

Now, second day in, the joy is dying away. Do you realize that no matter how much you want a holiday, you always miss school in the end? Exactly my point. There are friends, teachers and things about school that I’ll miss over the hols.

But at least I have time to finish that crazy history project. Over a hundred hand-written pages, mind you. And thanks to Facebook, I can K.I.T. with all my friends XDD. And we might have some time to go out and hang out. That’s what I love about holidays!

And nothing beats spending time at home with my mom. That’s a first, and the best part of holidays (after being a royal bum, of course!).

Projects Galore…


Well, it’s that time of year again when high school students are forced into unmistakably loathed assignments… Also known as projects, folios, scrapbooks, etc. But no matter what name these detested things hide behind, one thing is clear: No student enjoys doing them. Period.

Given under the excuse of “They contribute to your PMR marks!” (which they do, not saying they don’t), projects are given most during the second half of the year, around the time of our 2nd monthly test, leading up to the finals. Some projects contribute marks to our finals, yes, and I don’t mind the extra credit. But finding the time to do these things under compulsory¬†co-curricular activities and piles of homework is near impossible. Some even have to fit in extra classes!!! I mean, cut us some slack, will ya?

They come in masses: History (all 100 over pages handwritten, mind you), Art (just some paper bag designing thingy… I mean, is it even a PMR subject?), Geography (which involves annoying people as you probe into their lives under the clever disguise of “interviewing”), IT (presentation AND folio), Living Skills and Home Economics (cooking, woodwork, sewing… it’s pure torture, I tell you!), Civic (which involves stalking our neighbours), Moral, the list goes on and on. I could go on forever complaining about teachers who give a truckload of assignments with the single remark “That’s all” (to which we respond. “That’s all???”).

But honestly, if we didn’t have all these stuff to occupy us and keep us off the deadly addiction to Facebook, what would we do during our free time? I hear everyone complaining that they’re bored, what if we has absolutely no assignments to do? What would the devil choose to do with our idle hands? Where would we be?

After all, projects do contribute to our PMR and final exam scores, which is a very good thing. If I had to earn 100% by answering questions alone, I probably would flunk!

So on the whole, I guess projects aren’t that bad after all.

Wait, don’t¬†I have a Civic project due tomorrow??? Shoot…!!!