CEP!!!!! NOOO!!!!

This might be the last time writing in my blog for a long time yet.

Why?

Because I've got my Career Exploration Project to do.

It's HARD!!! I don't know where to start and everything else....

I've been praying to God, asking for guidance and help...

Oh, God, answer my prayers please!

*sigh*

I am one of those unfortunate people with low self-esteem.

Not just low. I mean, really, the down-to-earth-lower-than-crap sort. Almost reaching the zero meter.

Today the Refresher CEPs presentations started. It was Karl's and Jon's turn. When I look at them, I think of my unfinished CEP, and I actually start hating myself for my unnecessary procrastination. I find a lot of reasons to despise myself nowadays. Slow work is one example.

That's how low I go.

Well, at least I(finally) figured out what five occupations I'm going to talk about this CEP. Now I don't feel that useless any more.

All I can say is don't be like me and good luck with your CEPs! ; )

one sad little bird

This is one sad and cranky little magpie.

Although it looks so moody, it's cute, too, in a way.

How can one thing look so unhappy and cute together?

It's so weird.

@_@

Critics Don't Really Matter

It is not the critic that counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

-Theodore Roosevelt

Hols Record

I'm back. FINALLY!!!!!!!!



It was sooooo hectic. And hot. And noisy.



This is a record summary of my 2010 CNY life in Kemayan, Pahang. Sit back and take your time in reading. :P



Day One



Woke up at home dreading the day. Mum and Dad was out in OUG, so I was alone in the house for a while. I made a run-through of what I was going to bring to Pahang.



We left at one. Dad brought Mum to Puchong to stay with Popo(it's grandma in Chinese) and off we went.



We arrived at six in the evening because of the blasted traffic jam. The three little rascals of my cousins were there(Sean, the oldest, Marcus, second to Sean, and Wilfred, the youngest) and another one called Jing Yen, who I'm ok with but hadn't seen in a few years.



We had a rather quick dinner(for me, that is, I was the first to leave the table), and so I had plenty of time later to muck around with my cousins.



Jing Yen and I stayed up really late that night, long after my dad and the trio were asleep. To kill time, I thought about Mishie and her flight to Australia and prayed a little.



I'm glad I stayed up after twelve. There was an awesome fireworks display. =D



Day Two



Woke up rather early considering the time I slept after Day One. I decided to have a walk in the morning air before breakfast.



The trio woke up before me. They messed around at the front of the house, shouting and yelling and throwing rocks. Then they went in to hog all the tidbits.



Jing Yen woke up a little while later. He went out to breathe in some fresh air. Wilfred followed him. He was carrying this big helium balloon with an iron ring fastened at the end of the string to keep it from flying away.



"I dare you to untie the ring!" Wilfred said to Jing Yen.*



So he untied it. He gave the balloon to Wilfred. You can guess what he did next. He let go his balloon in the open air.



We watched it float up and away in the fresh morning breeze.



"My balloon!" Wilfred said.



Wilfred shouted at Jing Yen for loosing the ring. Then he ran indoors to bawl out the story to Auntie Joyce and Uncle Steven. I beckoned to Jing Yen, and both of us ran onto the turning from the house and fled onto the road. We only stopped when we were seven houses away.

A few minutes later, we heard shouting. We turned to see Marcus and Wilfred running in our direction.

"Daddy wants you!" Wilfred yelled.

Jing Yen shrugged, and we retraced our steps back home.

I cannot really remember what happened next, only that Jing Yen had to buy a new balloon for Wilfred. We walked the short distance to the street with shops, Marcus tagging along.

We stopped at a shop to ask whether they sold balloons. The man didn't, but he knew a shop farther ahead that did. I thanked him and we went on.

The kids were getting really hyper when we bought the balloons. They raced throughout the shop, asking whether they could have this and that. We dragged them away from the toys and went back, thinking it was a mistake to bring them along. Apparently my dad didn't even know that I'd roamed the streets of Kemayan.

Nothing much happened after that, only we ran out of water and had to go to Grandma's old house to bathe. Jing Yen had already gone home, so I had nothing to do. I went to bed early, but I couldn't sleep with my dad snoring.


Day Three(today)

I woke up a bit later than yesterday, seeing that I didn't sleep for the best part of the night. After refreshing myself and changing, I sat on the bed to read the book I bought for myself as a Christmas present, The Candlestone, by Bryan Davis.

While I was reading, Dad walked in. He said that there was no water(again?!) and so he was going to the other house to refresh himself. I said ok. He left, with Marcus following.

A little while later, Marcus's family left for the house with the same reasons. They hadn't gone for a few minutes when Dad and Marcus came back on motorbike. Marcus ran straight into the house.

"Where are they?" Marcus asked me.

"They went to the old house." I replied.

"Take me there again!"Marcus begged my dad.

Of course, my dad disagreed, no matter how much Marcus pleaded. Finally he lost his temper. "Then I'm going there myself!" And before any of us could react, he ran off.

"Oi!" I ran after him, but Dad called me back.

We waited for a minute, thinking that Marcus was jesting. He wasn't.

Finally my dad got worried. He grabbed a motorbike and kicked it to life.

But before he could even turn out of the driveway, Marcus suddenly appeared, with this stupid grin on his face. "Are you looking for me?" he asked.

My dad was really pissed, but I was laughing. Finally my dad joined in. He told Marcus to never ever do that again. Pity he didn't tell Auntie Joyce, though. There would have been a spectacular show.

I waited anxiously for two 'o' clock to come. When it did, I nudged my dad and pointed at the clock. We packed our stuff, said our byes, and left.

We reached home slightly earlier than when we'd reachad Kemayan. There was still that stupid traffic jam, though.

I could hardly wait to get home. When my mom opened the door, I rushed in to greet her, and the old house. Thank God everything was over with my cousins.

This is a sssuuuupppeeerrr loonng post. Happy CNY, guys! =D

*The words spoken above were actually translated into English from Chinese. The writer apologizes for any translation errors above.

Yeah. It's Chinese New Year. Again.

I know I should feel happy, what with the ang pows and food and all, but I'm just not. I don't know why, but I just don't seem to enjoy CNY.

I'm leaving for Pahang, Kemayan, today. It's a rrreeeeeaaaaaallllyyy long 2-3 hour ride from KL to there. The sun's freaking hot. And I'm having cramps.

I have a feeling that it's going to be a really cranky CNY....>(

Happy Valentine's Day, guys!

<3