Chapter : After 7 Years

I am supposed to be resting in bed but I just took the initiative to come online just to post up an entry. Anyway, I’m down with a cold, cough, a slight sore throat and a very bad headache. Most of the time I’m sleeping in my room, sweating myself out because like they always say, it is better to sweat all the sickness away and the next thing you know, you are as strong as a horse.

I haven’t been sick like this for a while now and I guess it must be the late nights I was enjoying myself. Anyway, I met up with Teng Chan and Chee Wan whom I have never contacted for the past 7 years and only just recently I met up with them for a drink. Teng Chan has never changed much from what I can remember and the only thing that he changed so far is his height. Whereas Chee Wan, from what I have remembered when I was in Form1, he was this small chubby little kid which I can’t really talk to because of communication problem. He spoke Chinese I spoke English, get the picture? Anyway, when I met Chee Wan, he was a total different person. From small and chubby, he became tall and skinny. Man, talk about growth spurts.

Throughout the night with them which I spent for a short time only because Teng Chan just got back from Genting and was pretty tired. At least he and I managed to talk some things and what not though Chee Wan was pretty quiet maybe due to the fact that he just broken up with his girlfriend. Teng Chan kept asking me whether I remember some other people from our class or should I say school last time but I only managed to remember a few names and therefore, I couldn’t really say much. I usually remember faces instead of names though.

After that, Chee Wan send Teng Chan home because he was really tired and I am surprised that they still maintain their friendship for all these years. I barely kept in touch with most of my neither Damansara Utama nor Taman Tun friends. Well, the only person I kept in touch after all these years is Nicole. The friends that I kept in touch with are from college.

I can’t really think much now as I type because my brain is dying on me because I guess I have slept too much until it hurts my head badly. On the other side of things, my dad is still questioning me about my portfolio which I have been delaying for these few months. Doesn’t my dad realize that the requirement for the universities for the portfolio is really high? Despite the fact that no matter how hard I try, I still have to live up to their standards. If not, I wouldn’t be able to get in regardless I have completed my portfolio or not. But nevertheless, I wouldn’t know if I never try right? But also, getting pestered from my mom three quarter of the time to come to work wouldn’t allow doing my portfolio, wouldn’t it?

Goodness, I better get to rest. One parent is asking me to finish my portfolio and apply for university. Another parent is asking me to help her in her office. HOW in the world am I supposed to balance those two? I’m better off dead.

Chapter : Friends, You Can't Live Without Them.

As I sit here, supposedly to be doing the work that my mom assigned me to do…instead I went online to surf. Well, can’t blame me when I don’t really have much of a passion to look through her list of numbers to find which company she called so she can charge them back into her own company thing. Anyway, that isn’t the topic I want to talk about today.

I was looking through my journal entries and I noticed. It has been at least if I’m not mistaken 3 years since I was in secondary school. Then later I went to college and I realized those 3 years were the best moments in life. I was reading this particular entry where the Rashingis and I stayed over at Kelsie’s place. Reminiscing back, it was really such an enjoyable night and I have realized we haven’t been doing that very often. We haven’t met up since I don’t know. At least we are meeting up again this Sunday in hopes that we can get the Pirates of The Caribbean 3 tickets. If not, we will just hangout like we normally do I suppose. I can’t wait. I miss them a lot.

Wondering why I am being emotional at the moment is because I realized, I am thankful that I have such friends around me. Everyone included who knows me, I mean. No matter what, I could turn to them whenever I in the pits though I try my best to shield my problems from them because I don’t want to trouble them thinking about mine when they have theirs to think about, if you get my drift. “College, there is where you meet your best friends” as quoted from a lecturer who taught me. That particular fact she said, was true.

As I sit here typing this entry, I am recalling back all those times where I first came to the One Academy I was really afraid. I was afraid that I would give a bad impression. I was afraid that I won’t do well. I was afraid of so many things. Later on, things went for the better though not that all great. During my foundation year, it was fine but I was still somewhat held back. In a way where I felt left out and all alone because there was this language barrier that was stopping me to communicate with my classmates most of the time. Then later things really went for the better when I touched my major year. There is where most of the funs things began. Before that I given a bad impression to people but later on, I learn and sort of matured.

Now that I have graduated from college, I realized that when I first went in, I was like a child, but when I left, I am still a child but yet matured to a certain extend. I mend my ways, became slightly tougher and yeah not forgetting making new friends that you can remember for life. I am glad that I went there and made them who know me until today. To all my best friends, friends or whoever I know you and until now still give you a call here and there…thank you so much for being there for me and providing my life with laughter and enjoyment. Thank you so much for going to the limits just to help me out. Thank you for supporting me when I fall. Sorry for being such a pain to you guys because of my stupidity and outburst of rage. Thank you so much especially for actually putting up with me. That is what is most important. Thank you so much and I really appreciate it and you always know that I am here for a call or a chat and also, to help. Love you guys to bits!

Before I end this entry, I am sorry for typing this emotional entry because I realized that I never properly thank you all for what you have done.

Chapter : Graduation Present?

Nothing much has happen these past few weeks, at most…months. The only big thing that happens was my junior batch had their exhibition launch which I was too lazy to go in the end. Not only that, my parents organized another open house party for their dancing friends. So technically, I was pretty busy during the days before the day of the party was held.

My parents dancing friends are what I should say, rich and err…mighty? Not so exaggerated but think of it this way, if your mom is so particular on how you should cut the squid, which means they mean something right? I mean, who would look at how you cut the squid when all you do it pile it onto your plate and put it in your mouth? Oh well, guess that my mom is really particular with “details”. Also that night, I saw my brother’s best friend whom the last time I saw him, he was a tiny little bean sprout and then now he is a grown up kid with a growth spurt that it is “uncontrollable”. Okay, I am just exaggerating that uncontrollable part. Anyway, my brother’s best friend’s brother is supposed to come but he was working that night and I still have yet to see how he looks like after a year or two since I last saw him. I mean, it may be a short period of time but people do change within that period of time.

I have finally started with my portfolio, well, sort of. I have been trying to draw life drawings by looking at the life drawing poses from a site which Beatrice passed to me which I found it really effective. Unfortunately due to my lack of capability to draw, everything looks like a 3 year old drawing. How in the world an artist could be an artist when she can’t draw? Not that I am an artist for that matter, but it is just a way of saying it.

On the lighter side of things, my new Pilipino maid is superb in cooking. Which is a bad thing to me due to the fact that I am trying to lose weight in a bad way by dieting which is doesn’t work for me since I love to eat. Can you believe it now as I type that I am craving for McDonald’s nuggets? I remember telling Joey that I was craving for Nabe, sukiyaki and takoyaki. She asked me to go and find and buy so I could stop my cravings. Speak of the devil; my maid just passed me a big bowl of noodles. I tell you I can’t diet when she is around. Whoever comes to my house for a stay I think they will never go hungry cause when my maid is awake you can ask her to cook and she will gladly do it for you. The only time where I can starve myself it at the late nights (and when my maid is asleep) which well, I am supposedly not to eat anyway but yeah. I always tell myself that I should start exercising but never had the heart to do so. Maybe I should drag Joey into the gym with me and at least I have someone to talk and laugh with in there.

Another thing that my mom brought up was she asked me where I want to go for our annual family year end holidays and I replied,

“The places I want to go you people can’t afford.”

“Where do you want to go? As long not Europe countries then it is fine,” she said.

“Japan or Korea,” I said.

“Can, maybe we can go to Hokkaido which mommy’s friend went, say very nice and stay at the ski resort there,” she said.

Those sentences left me astounded. SKI RESORT? But I mustn’t put such high hopes on going to Japan since I still have yet to think about the money where my parents need to support me throughout my education. Dear lord, please let me complete my portfolio fast enough so my dad would take a leave out of my book and stop pestering me.

My dad surprised me yesterday but popping this question

“What do you want for you graduation present?”

I nearly died choking on my food whereas my brother said,

“Since when got such thing?”

“Papa say so got,” was my dad’s reply.

“I don’t know one…I don’t have this thing also,” my brother said.

“Cause you are still in secondary school whereas I finished my 3 years in college,” I said.

“Chi…” was the reply.

But I didn’t answer my dad because I have no idea what I want for my graduation present. Should I asked him to give me cash which I think it would be the last thing my dad would do if I suddenly ask him to give me a few thousands. Joey suggested that I should get a doll but I asked my mom light heartedly

“Daddy was giving me a graduation present; can I ask him to give me a doll?”

“What kind of doll, you are talking about?” she asked.

“The ones that Joey has?” I replied.

“Huh?? Those? Cannot! So freaky,” she said.

So I was back to square one of thinking of what to get. Any suggestions?