Westminster Abbey and White Hall

Aiks. So much to blog about, but so little time. Because I have to share the laptop with 2 other people and I'm always the one squeezed out. So let's talk about Westminster Abbey. This church is simply beautiful. The architecture of the building inside out is just so amazingly beautiful. And you get to see all sorts of sculptures of famous people in there. Like William Wilberforce, Shakespeare and some other people who contributed to the country. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. But unfortunately, we went during the evensong, which is this time of devotion where people go there and thank God. And we're not allowed to take pictures in respect to the occassion. Other days, we'll have to pay a bomb to get in and take pictures. So I'm just posting all that I can get. Combination of pictures taken by me and my sister in the past. Oh, and the choir singing is just splendidly magnificent. Their angel-like voice echoing in the magnificent decorative hall. And only the male gender are singing!! The boys have really beautiful high pitch voice that even some girls can't reach. The altar is just bathed with gold. The abbey is huge and the priests and usherers are really friendly.

St Margaret's Church beside Westminster which pales in comparison

There you go. Westminster Abbey, the side view.

Wider sideview

Zoom-in of the side of the entrance

The side entrance

Zoom-in above of the door

The sides

The door

Lamp post near the entrance

One of the glass windows.

Westminster from afar and some random statue in front.

On the way northwest side of westminster, if you're facing the abbey [not the exact position according to the compass] is the White Hall which is their parliament. And very near the White Hall is house Number Ten, which is the Prime Minister's

A random statue somewhere. I think on the way to the Abbey. Very close by. I like his pose. Full of pomp and dignity

There you go. The White Hall.

Approaching the White Hall

Moving further back, some random building on the way to White Hall

There. House Number Ten.

The entrance to the house. What a pity, construction is going on in front of it.

Mr Brown's house address!!!

This is placed on the fence somewhere near Mr Brown's house along the way.

And that's quite about it for the first group of pictures I uploaded.

St. Martin's

This church is beautiful.

The church view from The National Gallery

The altar

The side of the church

The back of the pew

The Gold Cross

Grr... I lost the video.

Trafalgar Square

The long overdue pictures from the first week out here. Eh heh.

The overall view of Trafalgar Square

The National Gallery at the back. They have amazingly beautiful paintings in there.

The Fountain somewhere in the middle of the square. There are two actually

Some defence building on the northwest of trafalgar square

Odeon!! It's their cinema over there. Love the human graphics.

Ok, people, focus on the two red dudes behind, not this two fellas in front unfortunately

Arion on the dolphin's back

A different Arion on the dolphin's back. I think this is better. More macho. eh heh

That's all the pigeon that you've got now at Trafalgar Square. The government killed them all because they were once main carriers of the bird flu virus.

Enjoy the beautiful carvings!!

The zoom-in of the statue on the long long pole.

The doggie has been dressed up army style. But the balloon made it look gay.

Yes, dude, I took a picture of your baffling camera lense.

My sister went gaga over this two soldiers who just returned from Iraq. But unfortunately I just can't post this picture up. Dunno what's wrong. My mom, on the other hand was grinning at the sight of two very cute policemen. Ah, it's like Mrs Bennet and Lydia in the Merrytown Soldier's march in Pride and Prejudice. I'll load the picture if it works.

Wimbledon

Wimbledon, today is just SIMPLY SIMPLY SPLENDIDLY TREMENDOUSLY MAGNIFICENT!!! It was a lot of fun, although the sun was scorching down on us. So, the day started with us queueing for almost 4 hours to get the tickets. And we ended up with only Court No.1 and not Centre Court. Sigh. I had to get up at 5 am to do all the breakfast and all. And the sister who is supposed to be doing it is nicely snoozing away on the floor. Eh heh. Until I told her it was 5.50 am and we have to get there as early as possible to get good tickets!! The night before Wimbledon was really fun. We were totally crazy.We went out to get frankfurters for tomorrow's lunch and sunscreen. I forgot to bring from home. And unfortunately, the local store near Camden was closed due to power failure. So, we hopped on a bus and went straight to Tottenham Court road which is about 10 minutes bus ride away. Without our parents' knowledge. Only to find that Boots pharmacy JUST closed and Sainsbury is on the verge of closing. Nope. We didn't get any sunscreen in the end. But during the 4 hours queue, we got lucky!!! Not only did we get bottles of Evian we got free sunscreen and picnic covers as well!! Well, thank God or we'll have to waste 11 pounds for a bloody sunscreen for a bloody day. The matches were awesome!!! Venus Williams is totally an amazon queen. Her war-battle cries reverberates off the stadium and her stomps and sudden surges shakes the earth. Her serve can kill a person. The velocity and power it has is really intimidating and almost frightening.We were lucky to be sitting 6 rows from the court to witness everything. It was a beautiful seat which was extremely near the court and behind the players and the umpire. I give credit to our South-east Asian player, Tamarine Tanasugarn of Thailand for such a great match against Venus. She was really consistent and she never gave up. In fact, all the players never gave up. When all hope seems lost to have a comeback they will suddenly break their opponent's serve and bring the game up to a deuce. I really salute these people and hope to be such a fighter. Enough of words said. Let's look at the pictures!!!

The court before the game

Venus and Tanasugarn... see the difference in height!!! Tanasugarn is 5' 7" btw. Venus is 6'1"

Venus

Tanasugarn

A very cute Italian boy who looks like an Angel

That's all the cloud that we've got

Nicole Vaidisova. My sis loves her.

Vaidisova serving. Love her long legs.

Miss Zheng Jie who won the match

Their beautiful uniforms exclusively by Ralph Lauren. Love their blazers.

Philip Petzschner. German player who serves lotsa awesome aces.

And the weather suddenly changes!!

The end of the doubles match. Petzschner lost. Sheesh.

The game was almost 4 hours.

At the end of the day, my eyes can practically pop out. I was there for 12 hours!!!

A tiring but awesome day nonetheless.

For more pictures, see it from my Facebook, which will be uploaded later.

Nine In The Afternoon

Hello!!! Greetings from London.

So this is the short account of what has been happening to me so far.

The Packing
Was crazy. I packed the whole day of Tuesday and I didn't sleep at all!! Had to go to the airport at 6.30 am.

The Airport
was kinda packed. We miraculously saw a friend who was on the same flight with us.

The Flight
I have to give credit to Mr. Idris Jala. He totally gave MAS a facelift. The air-hostesses were really friendly and efficient. They gave a free-flow of drinks and the food was just glorious. It was really really good. A combination of Western and Malaysian food to keep the Malaysian image. And they don't serve cheap beer, they give Tiger and Heineken!!! How cool is that?? Of course I had my Heineken. =D Wanted to try Tiger but the number of hours for the flight just isn't enough. I have lost count of the number of orange juice I had. Oh, the wine is simply splendid. One sip and you'll have a whole blast of wine in your mouth. Good wine, good wine.

The movies in the plane was quite disappointing. But I don't care, because the drinks were good!! And the food too!! Love the salad. Oh, and I didn't sleep in the plane as well. Heh. Too many things to do. The music was Ok only.

The Airport at Heathrow
is really small. It's as long as the Sam building block and that's it. And, the people walk really REALLY fast. Stop halfway and they'll scold you or crash unto you. Carrying 38 kg luggage is NOT easy at all.

The Walk Home
was INSANE!!! We took the tube for about 1 hour and got off at King's Cross and we walked ALL THE WAY to Oakley Square. And don't forget, I have an 8 kg backpack on my back and I have to drag a 38 kg luggage and walk in the speed of light. No fun. No fun. And there are A LOT of roads to cross.

You know what's good?? They paint the direction on the road for you to look for traffic. Which is good or else a blur person like me will kena langgar until beyond recognition. Choi choi choi.
The house
is SERIOUSLY crammed. Walk in. Long and high staircase, wall. 2 Doors on that wall, and a small squeezed pathway to the left where there's our room and the 2 bathrooms. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less. The hall is the size of the lecturer's table area in our classrooms and next to it is the kitchen which is not any bigger. It is crammed crammed crammed. So, if me and my sis sleep in the hall, we're practically sleeping in the kitchen with all the utensils.

We're currently sleeping on the floor, Korean style. Let's see how long we can take it. Or we'll crash on the sofa/bed downstairs in the cocoon hall. But unfortunately, one of the housemates will bring her friends over. So the house will be like some Dragon Inn, bed and breakfast.

The Area
is full of Goths... and the Goths are TALL. The guys are 6 feet 4 and above and the girls are 5 feet 8 and above. And they love wearing platforms and skinny jeans. The best part is all of them are absolutely gorgeous. My favourites are the girl with bright blue hair and the couple I saw at Sainsbury. The guy was a 6 feet 6 dude with emo fringe and the girlfriend has red hair. Gorgeousness.

The Weather
Feels like Cameron Highlands. Minus the mist and the constant raining. I have to stop sneezing.

9 in the afternoon
It is 9 in the afternoon over here. 9 pm feels like it is still 6 pm. All bright and normal. I got a shock when my sis told me that it's already 9 pm. But we still went out for a walk and saw all the goths. Heh. It doesn't get dark over here until 10.50pm. It's so cool.

Vegetables and Fruits
Their vegetables are really really fresh. The garlic and onions are really crunchy when you cut them. Unlike Malaysia where the garlics and onions will start having fungal growth and it is not that fresh compared to over here. Oh, and their brinjals are really HUGE!!! Everything is huge over here.

I love the cherries, grapes and strawberries over here. Sweet and fresh.

Verbal Rape
I was verbally raped on the streets while we were walking at Camden. This Spanish dude who is shorter than me had the guts to walk up to me and ask "Can I touch your p****?" Sick dude. He's lucky I was walking really fast or I'll shove my fist down his throat!!! And Kuhan said that no one will randomly walk up to me. Ah, poor Kuhan, that dude has just proven you wrong!! But still, that sick guy, if I have a chance I'll drag him to a police or slap him hard on the face. Sick dude.

Anyway, that's so far for now. Will upload pictures soon. Going to the Wimbledons!!!

Domesticated Goddess who is Not Very Happy

Ok, so for the past 3 days I have been a Cinderella in my own home.

It is not fun I tell you.

Because you do not have a kind-hearted and obliging Cinderella with big dreams, but one Bad-Tempered Debble, The Cinderella; whose temper is practically covered with smoldering cinders.

And Dad, No house is EVER manageable WITHOUT the need of a maid.

My entire 3 days is practically spent in the kitchen, starting the stupid stove which just won't start every now and then, chopping, washing, rinsing, and more washing every day.

Hence, I have boiled 2 pots [and I really mean HUGE POTS] of barley which can last us for... a week?? There are only the 3 of us at home. But no, we have to finish a pot in 2 days.

And I have to rinse, boil, heat, re-heat and put it in some place where the despicably irritating ants cannot reach even if they can swim.

So, I learnt how to boil barley. Which is a good thing but not if you have to do it EVERYDAY. And when you are practically demanded and ordered around like a waitress [and I am unpaid] fetching cups and bowls of barley up and down the house every now and then.

And, I had to cook dinner for 2 days. Cooking isn't bad. But it is the chopping and the cracking of the head on what to cook and the preparation that gets your blood boiling that the vegetables can cook in your hands.

My estimation is kinda bad. My dad said that my serving is American serving; which means a bowl for two. Well, Dad, at least you don't have to start grumbling about how the hawker people cut-short customers in their ingredients.

Mine can fill your stomach's content until it S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S.

I decided to cook spaghetti on day 1 only to find that both freezers do not have a single drop of spaghetti sauce left. I am left with a 3/4 bottle of Maggi tomato sauce and a 1/3 bottle of Maggi chili sauce. The tom yam paste is as good as finished. Not forgetting that we have ran out of cheese.

And I cracked my own spaghetti sauce out of two Maggi bottles, with lotsa button mushrooms [normal mushrooms have ran out as well], onions, garlics, ginger,some carrot and celery. Oh, and beef too. Nope, there was no green pepper, olive oil, thymes or basil. So, the sauce is not very fragrant unfortunately. Nope, the garlic smell didn't overrule the sauce smell either.

I will say that the sauce is a little too tomato-ey for my liking. But the tomato-loving Dad loved the spaghetti. I think it's probably the awesome spaghetti that I am pro in cooking. Yes, when we cook, my sis cooks the sauce when there is the ready-made spaghetti sauce and I cook the spaghetti [I mean the noodles].

And... ehheh... I managed to make the sauce taste almost like the spaghetti sauce and not like the ketchup bottle sauce. Thanks to the two spoons of kicap [from marinating the beef] and the HUGE pinch of salt that I added.

Oh, and mind I tell you that cincang-ing the beef meat is not at all easy?? I tell you, sometimes, I just feel like picking that slab of meet and smashing it against the window. Oh, and we do not have any butcher's knife. The big one?? Uh uh.

My parents say that we do not have a use for it.

Well, I do now. To chop up that bloody slab of meat!!!

And if I don't cincang that slab of leather, we'll be tearing our poor teeth out of our gums in trying to chew that piece of leather. That cow of a butcher cheated my mom.

Oh, by the way, I had to cincang beef for two days. Because on the 2nd day of cooking adventure, no, the refrigerator was NOT restocked. All I had was a drawer FULL of vegetables and 2 more slabs of beef.

So, the 2nd day, I decided to cook beef noodle. Ok, it ended up as beef noodles. I wanted to just cook the Korean Ramee with lotsa ingredients but it ended up tasting as beef noodles.

Heheh. Because I followed my stomach.

Debble LOVES carrot soup with onions.

And so, Debble cried furiously while chopping the onions and got bored chopping the endless amounts of carrots. Not forgetting the impossible skinning of the ginger.

And I boiled those 3 things!!! Boiled and boiled and boiled until the cute little pot gave two hoots of steam shooting out of its "nostrils" while Debble's own nostrils were flaring while chopping up the remaining vegetables and beef.

And I dumped everything in after that. The Ramen, its ingredients and whatever vegetables I managed to chop up. And voila!! Beef noodles!!! [Me LOVED the soup!!!]

Yes, I am quite pleased with the beef noodles.

Thank God my aunt came to the rescue today by bringing a HUGE pot of fish porridge [which I ended up stomaching most of its contents]. Hence, I am ALLERGIC to fish porridge now. Just finished the last bowl while I am typing this post.

I tell you, my mom is NOT an easy patient at all. Dad was easier. Because all he had to do is gurgle his mouth with salt water and stuff two rolled-up tissues up his nostrils.

Mom on the other hand is complaining of her temperature, the headache, the nausea and the lack of energy to walk.

Haiyorr... gave her all the remedies from the experience that I had not so long ago but she just wouldn't take it. She didn't eat for the whole day during the 1st day and almost nothing as well during the next day. She only drank, ate and vomited barley.

Thank goodness she has stopped vomiting or I'll hang up all cooking utensils and go on a strike.

To all patients out there, you should be VERY THANKFUL that my ambition is not to be a nurse.

Because, I will not only be a spanking nurse, but an ill-tempered spanking nurse who will make dirty old men cry and be forever faithful to their wives while paedophiles will instantly get rehabilitation and beg for mercy. Probably get religious too.

Oh, not missing out the sweeping, the mopping and the laundry to be done.

I practically didn't sit at all for the entire day except when I go to the loo or whatever short time I had for meals.

Yup, what a lucrative way of spending my time after being free from A Levels.

p/s: The above drama has been dramatised with a slab of anger just for laughs. Nope, I wasn't angry but I was only glad to help and that I am not sick as well so that I can take care of my parents. Aww, sweet, but I really have to because we're flying off next Wednesday. Ok, not only because of that but because I love my mommy a lot!!! Well, my mom was really thankful and kept on chanting the phrase "Thank God I gave birth to daughters instead of sons".

Ok, the picture of the 2 meals that I managed to set up.



The Spaghetti

















The Beef Noodles

Idling is Not My Thing

Truthfully. Sincerely.

I can't accept the fact that I have nothing to do now.

No books to stash in the bag when I go to church or shopping.

When my mom is browsing through the store which I am not interested, I can't simply whip out a book like a magic wand for a nerd like I used to to pass my time.

Instead, I am forced to watch the people who walk by me.

I can't stand having nothing to do.

I think it's just A Levels.

Gave us so much of work to do. Filled up our brains most of the time.

That when we have nothing to do now, we don't feel comfortable.

Or probably it's because A Levels has robbed us of our freedom so significantly that when we finally get our freedom back, it makes us feel alienated and foreign with it.

We don't quite gel with freedom anymore.

Anyway, I pulled a muscle on my back. So I can't quite turn my neck to see the back of the car when I drive. Sheesh. And my shoulders felt like two stiff iron blades while I was shopping. And I was dead tired. Felt like my back's gonna break anytime soon.

Oh, and I have never been such a panda in my entire life.

I was seriously DEAD DEAD DEAD tired today in church. It's the first time I can hardly open my eyes.

I used to sleep 3-4 hours a day. But I can't seem to get enough of sleep now. I was half snoozing in church today. Hehe. Guilty.

And sometimes, I hate myself for not having enough guts. I shied away when I shook someone's hand in church today. Stupid. Stupid Stupid!!!!! I probably gave the dude a wrong impression/signal. Blargh.

Debble, Debble. Grow up and learn!!!

I think the tiredness is from the drag of the examination period. All the days and hours of pining and waiting for the final moment which marks the end of the examination period.

Oh, and thanks to a lot of events, I wasn't allowed to take a nap after the last Econs paper.

Why?? Because I was stuck in College for 2+ hours to sign up for the Reading programme. My mom was too lazy to go to college another day to sign up again. And the office just won't print my forecast results for me. And... and and and... the student central dude just won't let me sign up and get the forecast results from the office later. Hence, the waiting.

I reached home at about 5 pm. Hah. Awesome. I never rushed so much in my entire life. And I have never seen my mom do the makeup so fast in my entire life.

Oh, the best part was, my mom wanted to punk my hair up for me but in the end she realised that nothing can be done to my hair without making me look old/from space. The dress itself added some age to my look. And so, we ended up washing my hair after an hour of trying. Blargh.

And my sis, like a fly, just wouldn't go away. She insisted on seeing me on the webcam before I left.

And it was jammed!!!!! Well, it's handy to have a Dad who knows the entire KL at the back of his palm.

Nope, I didn't take much pictures during prom. Because, I was a loser without a camera. The camera is in London and the cow hardly uses it!!! Argh, then don't take it there!!! Leave it back here for me!!!!!

The prom was..... okay. It wasn't such a great deal for me. Because, it was kinda boring. All night I just walk about in my loooooonng dress which is quite inconvenient because I tend to step the back of it.

I have learned to accept the fact that one can never look perfect in pictures like how one wants it to be.

So, I'll just be daft with it and leave it be.

The food was kinda nice though.

It was quite frustrating that no one wants to dance with me!!! I mean, not literally with me larr... You know, like someone dancing along so that you're not alone in a sea of strangers. Aiyar, I don't mean partner dancing!!! Argh. Nevermind, I'll get all my chance during my last 2 weeks in London. I don't care. The cow is bringing me clubbing.

Guilty confession: I thought the strip dance performed by the two nominated Prom King was rather entertaining and funny. I don't mean in the dirty sense. The emcee's reactions were just hysterically hilarious and I admire those two guys' guts to do such a dance in front of everyone; especially in front of the lecturers.

Yes, Debble has a wild side. And I do not intend to let my mom see this wild side or I'll kiss Reading goodbye and say hello to dorky, boring, nerdy, kiasu, dead Singapore.

My enthusiasm for Singapore has fizzled out. Too lazy to stick around there for 5 years to finish Bar and all. And I don't wanna be there for another 3 years to pay back for the grant. I'll practically be Singaporean by the time I finish the law course over there and pay back for the grant. And no, I do not want to marry a kiasu Singaporean. And neither do I want to come back to Malaysia as a highly qualified woman with a biological clock striking rather than ticking.

Pardon the possible lack of updates in the future. I might be very busy packing. Because, I not only have to pack my bags, I have to pack my house too. After all the mess from A Levels. It's not obligatory, it's MANDATORY.

Especially if you have a pair of very huge and fierce eyes staring hard at you.

All the dream of going to the gym every day and having a nice sauna after that just vanished in an instant. Oh, not forgetting the chance to drive all over the place.

Ah, Mother, I want my gym and sauna!!!

p/s: I think this Fish-therapy thingy in the Thai fair near my area is just.... gross. Disgusting. Despicable. I will definitely not want to dip my feet in that aquarium of fish swimming all over your toes and apparently eating whatever fungal growth on your feet. EEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alright, gonna go asnoozing now in anticipation for Switzerland vs. Portugal later at 2.45 am.

Heh, I know what you're thinking. PANDA BEAR!!!

Oooh, I saw this really cute chipmunk soft toy with really huge eyes the other day!!! Fell in love with it instantly but my mom dragged me away. Said that I'm too childish. Chih.

Anyway, GO PORTUGAL, HOLLAND and ITALY!!!

~Lalalalala~ The mad football season [and fan] begins NOW!!!!!

It's the 90th Post!!!

It is the 90th post for my 19th birthday!!!

[Lots of 9's.]

And being the controller of this blog, I shall.....

Dedicate this post to my belated birthday. And backdate the post.

Yes,

Happy Birthday Debble!!!

[Ok, a bit shock-sendiri here. HEh.]

My wish for this year... well, not so much of a wish anymore.

Fine, what I WANT for this year.

Me wants straight A's. Yup. In a gorgeous line.

The new Motorola Rokr E8. Heh. I shall save for it even if it means starving for 2 months. Anyway, I am quite sick of SS15 food now anyway.

And I'll be in SS 15, in the SAME BUILDING for my uni program. Signed up for the Reading program already.

And I shall persuade my sis to spare me some pitis every month as charity for a quite poor student since she's gonna start working. You know, just like sponsoring a child?? Hehe. Sponsor your lil sis!! Because "Charity begins at home" And accelerate the speed of me getting that BEAUTIFUL PHONE!!!

[You know, sometimes, I really wonder... will I be a lawyer buruk some day?? I'm getting pretty good in twisting stuff around and getting crappier.]

What else, what else??

I don't quite have to aspire to lose weight anymore because I will be losing weight with my mom and sis scheming against me [occasionally, my dad chips in] to deny me of the pleasures of glorious food slowly floating down my esophagus while every pore of my being sings with bliss and my brain cells do a little jig along with a flip.

My mom told me that I will be the main source of saving money in Europe while we tour. Because they will be cutting down my food and using the money for my food for other things. Sigh. Sacrifice, Debble, is the ultimate thing to do.

But I shall still eat all those delightful delicacies over there!!! I don't care!!! You can cut 3 days of my meal after that.

I've got my shoes already. Er, CLOTHES!!! I still need more clothes. Got quite a couple of new ones. =D

Oh, I want SKINNY JEANS!!! After I get back from Europe when I am supposed to be skinny. Oh, I do ADORE them. ~Sings for joy and admiration~

Get rid of my EYE-BAGS. My mom bought me this complimentary pair of panda socks [which apparently looks like me without my spectacles] for me to wear while I'm on the plane.

Hmm... On a scandalous note. I might want to know what it feels like to be drunk. As in, pissed drunk. Never tried it, never experienced it. And this is where curiosity kills the panda by breaking the shrub of the bamboo and handing the poor lil [ok, not so little] panda to the mercy of gravity at the acceleration of -9.82 ms^2.

A new bag!!! For uni. I kinda fancy this Nike bag. Heh.

Probably aspire to own my very first bottle of mascara. If I ever use it.

Ok. Enough rambling.

I need to tidur.

Shall update soon when these grumbling eyes are not so grumpy.

Nite! [Er, actually morning.]

Seriously, Cut The Crap

I seriously can't stand the crap of:

1. Oh no, you must do this. Because you must be a good person.
2. Oh no, you must behave this way. You are so and so.
3. Oh no, you must not think this way. You must think like a saint.
4. Oh no, you must not say this kind of things. You must think about humanity.

Seriously, cut the crap of trying to be holier-than-thou.

If you are so judgemental, if you have such an idealistic mindset, well, keep it to yourself and remember that you will be judged as well.

Take Obambi for instance. He is totally hilarious.

Say something bad about Obambi, and you're discriminating and talking bad about his entire community. Do something against Obambi, and you are doing it towards his people.

Ah, seriously, why don't you just make Obambi your God??

Obambi is Obambi. You are you. Literature, does not apply in this area where if you kill one, you kill all. Sorry, there is no allegory in Obambi to represent the entire community.

You know what?

Quote: "If Democrats have brains, they will be Republicans."

I kinda agree with it.

All those endless ramblings about gay rights, abortion rights and sodomy rights. You wanna talk about humanity? Let's talk about humanity. Do you think it's humane to do all these anomaly against nature?? And you think that it is inhumane not to legally recognise these people?? Talk about irony. It is almost saying "Fair is foul and foul is fair". So at the end of the day, what is fair and foul?? Does humanity exist?

I don't quite think so.

Let's talk about something more down to earth.

Oh, I don't like her because she should be behaving this way and not that. Oh, what a shame, she does not live up to her name. Or, I don't like her because she doesn't like me clinging to her. I will move on because I don't need her anymore. I found someone better who will amuse me very much more than the boring her.

Isn't it typical of humankind?? To be so utterly judgemental and self-centered?

Well, to tell you the truth, I will rather shed these people from my life than have them in. Because they suck the life out of me.

I do not want to be a people pleaser. And neither am I obliged to be one.

Worse come to worse, I will just do what I did when I finished Form 5. Shed the skin, and start a new leaf. I don't need to carry on with old skin.

I don't care if you don't talk to me anymore. Because, I am quite sick of this judgemental community who censures everyone but themselves.

You make use of me because I was still of value, and when I am no longer of value and you have found someone else to replace me, you drop me like a hot bun.

Fine. Let me just say that if you drop me once, you drop me for good. No wonder you are in so much of emotional turmoil. Because it is impossible to please you. Because you never once bothered about how others feel.

Go ahead and chase the wind. I am just gonna stand by and watch.

I can only pray I will get an A for Literature. Apparently, Ms Anne said that Paper 5 will be even tougher since Paper 7 is considered as very approachable compared to previous years.

I am seriously sick of this world. Finding someone/something different from this world is rare. Because most people are so stereotype.