Annual Affair

Throughout our lives, we try to incorporate certain habits or activities into our daily routine. May it be church service, putting together a stupendous musical, workworkwork, movie marathons, evening jogs, blog posting, mamak sessions, yearly camps, weekly trips back home or the occasional (and much needed) holiday get away. 

Among the many many mundane things in life, I look forward to taking time off from books and rejoicing in the aging of my close peers.

I don’t know about the remaining seven of them but I thrive on these celebrations because it’s the only time ALL OF US will drop everything and anything to spend a few hours of fun, merciless criticizing and exchange shamelessly lame jokes together. Albeit the abrupt plunge in expenditures, I’m certain the expansion in the tummy region and 32632 pictures taken in between is worth the while.

This was one year ago

Now that the eight of us don’t live within the same area as we had back then, more often than not, we LACK OF EFFORT TO MEET UP and TAKE SHYA FOR WALKS WHEN I’M SWEATING STRESS BALLS. But it’s okay, because with text messaging, Facebook, Twitter, and what not we are still riding on one another’s tangent (: 

Contrary to the extravaganza birthday treat I share with Carmen on our birthday and Crystal’s in March, these celebrations which at times may be simple with a splash of ice cold water or a blow of candles. Either way, both celebrations are very very sacred and I hold very dear to my heart. Behind these mini outings are thorough planning which we go to the extent of considering each and everyone’s qualms (eg: my vegan diet, Nev’s fondness for dry food, Sheryl’s bountiful ulcers). 

Meticulous much? Hehee.


By now, you should be able to figure out the kid that just got older (not me).

As of today; Happy 20th Neville!

A year later, there's been some good time, some rough ones, some found love, some lost love, some lost their way,some found theirs and some is hovering in between. There's been additions to the group and the best part is the feeling remains the same.

P/s: Thank you, Crystal and Carmen. For the many years of friendship that the both of you never me gave a chance to question, for tight, squishy hugs you give me and for the look on your faces every time we part ways. Love you both!

Crystal Chow

YES. I know this is waaay overdue but since its only now that I don't have to skip of to classes or stick my head down a book, here goes..

1. Name
Weishya

2. When and how did we meet?
In a pink building by the Kesas highway, more known to many as SJBA.

3. How long have you known me?
Plus minus five years.

4. Do you have a crush on me?
I wish I did, life would be much simpler then.

5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Best friend.

6. Describe me in one word.
Sprit.

7. First impression of me.
Obnoxiously cheerful and smiley. And there’s her fetish for socks and orange items.

8. Do you still think that way about me now?
Yes and no. In fact, that attribute of hers has grown on me. If you have known me waaay before she and I met, I am more of the unsmiling kind and it was so cacatly awkward to be around her because she’s always so smiley. Things have changed. But nowadays, with the 214903yards between us, I’m highly grumpy and easily provoked.

9. What reminds you of me?
There’s so many things I can relate to this but I’ll start with her ability to remain so buoyant and jovial all the time.

10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
More time. And if it’s possible, some hair.

11. If you and I were stranded on an island alone, how would you feel?
Given how long it has been since we’ve had a good banter, getting stranded would do the both of us a favour.

12. When's the last time you saw me?
One Sunday in July over a bowl of banana fritters topped with vanilla ice cream.

13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Wanting and actually doing it are two very different things.

14. What is my best attribute?
Her indubitably strength and how she cleverly conceals her emotions. Both which I fail to have.

To Tal,

(inserts picture)

May the force be with you best friend!

:D

My Promise

I will make time this weekend.

*pinky swear*

Pinkie Dinkie

We can never really tell when we meet our sole mates.

It's not as if you woke up one day knowing that at some point of the day, you'll meet the love of your life, running across the street with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and bumps into you, instantly spilling her morning drink onto your nice nice coat, and her instantly apologizing profusely over and over again, promising to fix the damage and next thing you know, they hit off together. Well, life for us un-fictional characters, isn't as grand and merry as we always want it to be.

Finding best friends is nearly always easier said than done. And yet, gaining a friend not only of the same age, same group of peers, same interest but also the same birthday, is very very rare indeed.

Well, I for one, have succeeded in finding one.

The one and only; Carmen Kong.



I would be out rightly lying if I said I instantly liked her, pinkness and all. In fact, for certain reasons, she got on my nerve. I remember crying about how awful she was. With the obstacles out of the way and a slight push from the best friend, I got to realize things wasn't the way I thought it used to be. I fact, I got a clearer insight on my facts.



Birthdays are like THE DAYS she'll mark down upon receiving an organizer, making sure no one will let it pass by, unforgotten. And thus, even if I feel like worming out from the celebratory event, I have no way out.

Which is a good thing, more presents!



And lately, she's been the enthusiastic one, always making plans. Forcing Tal outta her cave of a home and making sure I don't get too bored over the weekends. Filling up my temporary holiday with any amount of activity she could think of. Heehee.


Yup, that's her. Pink is the color and it will always be the color.


And I'm glad that after much twist and turn of events, our paths were entwined.

I'm waiting to celebrate our 73rd Birthday together!
It was meant to be. :)

Returning, again.

After two immensely short weeks of holiday, I'm going back to the jungley lands of Stapak

T-O-D-A-Y.

Aih.

I feel like I'm torn apart into three different directions.

Lessons doesn't look too inviting right now, almost intimidating and I'll miss the comforts of home berbanyak-banyak and don't wanaa part with my recently accustomed to homely bed. Many have said I rant too much without noticing, ah ye ke? :S Fine la, I'm control-ING sikit the quota okaay.

I miss the uneconomical moments Sha and I would text despite the fact that we stay in the SAME block with four floors difference just to ask if I need a teman for lunch at the hostel canteen or whether can she have her Mortim Knockdown back after spotting a cockroach...

But it definitely doesn't beat the moments Tall Sister and I share. For instance, right now, she's feeding me chocolate cake while I patter away at the keyboard. When I'm back at Stapak, who's gonna delete the overflowing amount of spam mail for me now?! :S I almost forgive her for growing so tall and lanky.

And to the handful of friends I managed to squeeze in time to meet up with, you made my sem break, an awesome one. Thank you. I'll eloborate more on this later due to the lack of time and inspiration. Heh.

Sue me for having a love-hate relationship with Stapak will ya?

Long Awaited

The waterfalls,
HERE I COME!

The Weishya Meme

This is for Crystal:

I need Crystal.
Crystal is infectiously lame.
If I were alone in a room with Crystal, I would brainwash her to buy me Stephemie Meyer’s Breaking Dawn.
I think Crystal should eat more KitKats.
Crystal needs dimsum and my companionship.
I want to celebrate my 97^th birthday with Crystal.

People, do this for me too, especially those who are in my link. Just let me know in the chatbox if you want me to do one for you:

I ___ Weishya.
Weishya is ___.
If I were alone in a room with Weishya, I would ___.
I think Weishya should ___.
Weishya needs ___.
I want to ___ Weishya.

As requested, this one is for Yee Leong:

I like Ah Leong.
Ah Leong is SUPER lame.
If I were alone in a room with Ah Leong, I would persuade him to but me a Sundae.
I think Ah Leong should stop calling me a papadam.
Ah Leong needs a new hairstyle!.
I want to see Ah Leong at TQ tomorrow.

Now, for Carmen:

I love Carmen (but she loves Daniel Lee, haih).
Carmen is an anti public transportation person, like me.
If I were alone in a room with Carmen, I would let her manicure my nails.
I think Carmen should make plans for our birthday.
Carmen needs forget what cannot be changed.
I want to be friends forever with Carmen.

Here’s to Sha,

I miss Sha.
Sha is a coffee addict.
If I were alone in a room with Sha, I would make her layan me, all the time.
I think Sha should not utilize her admirers.
Sha needs a new sari.
I want to pergi jalan-jalan with Sha.

My high school buds; Martin and Shu Xian,

I so so so miss ShuXian/Martin.
ShuXian/Martin is my back up plan.
If I were alone in a room with ShuXian/Martin, I would bring up all the stoopid things we did back then.
I think ShuXian/Martin should spare me a hug next time we meet.
ShuXian/Martin needs me for laughter and lame jokes.
I want to meet up with ShuXian/Martin.

This one is totally random,

I am chatting with Jason Loh on MSN.
Jason Loh is always mad at me for always replying late.
If I were alone in a room with Jason, I would ask him to teach me dance.
I think Jason Loh should visit me more often, how can you not know where is Sri Melur is?!.
Jason Loh needs stop whining about how slow I reply .
I want to whack Jason Loh on the head for asking me directions to Sri Melur but later on cancel his plans.

This one is for Sook Huei, a tarcian:

I actually do miss Sook Huei.
Sook Huei is a Pau Face.
If I were alone in a room with Sook Huei, I would have regretted not taking up martial arts in high school.
I think Sook Huei should stop pronouncing english words in bahasa.
Sook Huei needs control her side parkings (uhm).
I want to be friends forever with Sook Huei cos she always pays for the cab fare.

For Bong Yang, as promised:

I like Bong Yang’s old hairstyle.
Bong Yang is sepet.
If I were alone in a room with Bong Yang, I would talk and talk until I drop dead out of thirst.
I think Bong Yang should stop growing taller, you make me feel like a child.
Bong Yang needs insiration for a teeshirt design!.
I want to wish Bong Yang Goodnight!.

P/s: I'll be hunting you ppl's blog for my meme eh? I’ll throw a fit if I don’t see mine, be warned! ;)

Meoow

Just in case you're wondering, my weekend was a-okay. :)

Despite sleeping away the evening allocated for studying, Economics was a breeze. I got off easy as the paper was kinda simple.

Note to self: I MUST not take things for granted.

My short span of time back at home has reminded me how much I miss my over-towering Little Sister.

I think, it’s been an eternity since we spend as much time as we used to since I left for NS in Sabah months back. For that matter, I have aplenty of catching up to do with both friends and family alike… Sigh. Why is this so difficult, I don't know.

In a blink of an eye, my cheeky one-of-a-kind sister has somewhat miraculously evolved. Yes, notice that I used the word evolved. She’s now a tall gangly thing with her rather impressive saunter :P hahah. I couldn’t help it laa. Mum says I should walk like how she does... And as much as I wish to ignore and turn a blind eye to it, my adolescent of a sister is blossoming with each passing weekend I return. Friend of mine thinks alike. :S

Do me a favor and please don’t mention the height difference.

She, who accompanies me doing the laundry in the wee hours of the day, shares nearly similar taste in music, argues over insignificant matters, battles over a bowl of rojak, gives in and allows me a slurp at her instant noodles she has so susahly cook up between TV advertisements, monopolizing the computer, ever pestering.

As much pain in the arse as she may be, I miss having her around all the time.

Among the very few shots we took...

Battle of the retarded face between sisters.

She made me do this.. :S

Trying verrry hard to un-sepet.

This weekend has reeled me back in much delightful happenings.



Carmen has dropped her bombshell of good news on me. She is not flying off to a land of far far away, which also means, we’ll be celebrating our 327th birthday together. Weehee. Weekends back are usually stuffed with food unobtainable in the lands of ktar grounds. But I think I overdid it this time. From the Saturday night’s sushi, birthday cake, mum’s herbal soup, Szeto’s scones, brownies and what not, popiah rolls……..

OMG.

Like that wasn’t enough, Mum baked up oven hot buns, to bawak balik hostel. Sorry to say, the faulty ingredient given by a friend of mum’s produced buns that weren’t up to Mum’s tip-top as usual buns :(

Later in the evening, Jit Hu dropped by with Sachertorte, a german cake. Chocolaty sandwiched between yummy strawberry filling. I daresay, Secret Receipe has met it’s match ;) Mmhmm.

And yes, thank you Crystal and Carmen for the new new new shirt. New clothes make me happy. Someday weekend I’m back, we sama-sama pakai ya. Teehee.

Weishya hopes to focus and be punctual for English class, and control herself from laughing at her classmate's grammer errors :P Wish her luck!

Just so you know..

The other day I was complaining about what a pain in the ass my English Language teacher was. I couldn't help it.

She highly disapproved of blogs.

And today, I was late for class by five minutes, just imagine the icy glare she sent my way. All I could do was smile meekly and slide into class muttering an apology. Sheryl aaaaahh, you make me late all the time.

Our assignment for the day was journal writting on a given topic; 'My Best Friend'. We were given a thirty minute time limit, I pick up my pen, like a woman on mission and wrote to my heart's content. And yeah, it goes unsaid, I crossed the 180 word limit -.-

Madam Tan is gonna deduct marks because I took time trying to hunt for sentences to cross out to abide by the word limit and its ALL your fault laa Crystal.

P/s: I hate statistics, and to think, just months ago I was telling my friend who was whining about it that stats is 'kacang puteh'.

I eat my words. Every single one of them.

I Stand Watching

It goes without a saying, once you step into the compounds ten feet within Malaysia's public transportation, you gotta hold on to whatever items that’s with you as if your life depended on it. Even though, in reality, all I had in my bagpack was a weeks worth of dirty laundry and lecture notes. My senses of precaution heighten a notch even without me being aware of it. But at times like this, having a sister around enabled me to catch forty winks on the LRT while she chats with her fellow classmates.

Being back in Subang is somewhat calming, for some reason I can't identify. Probably because from my bedroom, it only takes a flight of stairs down to the kitchen where I can find Mum caught up with a new recipe she’s testing to pour out my daily rants. She, whom does not judge, and yet, doesn’t really listen to what I have to say, but jumps at every opportunity to say, “I told you so”. And yet, I still love her and look forward to every weekend back home.

Mummy, just so you know, it rained this morning okay. Go ahead, tell me “I told you so”, after all, I deserved it.

The other night, I made a visit to 10th Teen Dhamma Camp’s Talent Night. Yes. Teen Dhamma Camp is now a decade old. Firstly, allow me to enlighten you on my fleeting history with this camp in particular. Mind you, it’s not like any ordinary camp you have heard or seen before this. I signed up for my first Teen Dhamma Camp together with a friend years back. It was the 6th one. If you did the math, I should be fourteen years of age, shy, naïve and ignorant.

And this is what I have become after four awesome years. Hahahaha!

Anyway, back then, I didn’t really catch what’s going on. It was a daze.

Everyone seemed to know each other even on the very first day of camp. Hugging random strangers seemed so normal to them. They were at ease with each others presence despite the different background we came from. Furthermore, the concealed bond between the sleep deprived committees was so strong, it amazed me. It puzzled me to no end at times. But it was then, I found the meaning of friendship. And yes, along the way, I found my best friend by pure coincidence and luck.

After attending merely one camp, I kept coming back the later years, but this time, to give a helping hand in the organizing committee.

Those precious moments I would never exchange it for the world. No matter how bleary eye and exhausted I was or how frustrated things weren’t going as I intended.

As I was saying, I visited 10th TDC because Tall Sister was attending her very own first TDC camp. *swells with pride for no reason* and sometime between the visit and witnessing fellow teens laugh at inside jokes and random cheers, for some unexplainable reason I felt this sadness expand within me. Within hours….it doubled up. And it blew a fuse.

I’ve been crying myself to sleep the past two nights and I freaking don’t know why. It’s as if by mistake, I burst a balloon filled with intoxicating cheerless-gas that sucks all happy thoughts from deep within me. If you witness me crying, you would have thought my nonexistent pet dog had passed away or something like that.

But it’s times like this, Crystal, the ultimate best friend never lets you down, even when she’s got exams the very next day :P In the weirdest of ways, she listens, makes remarks that will leave me pondering, later on, sends me into fits of laughter but most of all, she keeps me rooted to the ground.

After small chatting, I drifted off to sleep that night with renewed sense of optimism and energy. Boy, did I feel lighter after that :)

Whist being emo and all, I mistaken last Sunday for Father's Day and gave Dad his gift a week early.

OMG LA.

I bet you're laughing yourselves silly right now.

Enlightnement

I just realized that there are four I's in the word 'liabilities'.
Yeah, that just about explains what I've been up to the past hour or so. Hidden by sheets of accounts lecture notes and thick library books, trying to no avail to refresh my stale memory.

When will it dawn upon me that Form 4 & 5 accounts is no different from what I'm currently learning only because it is in English. Yes, the terms are different and so foreign but why can't I just register that into my thick white cranium?

Oh, have I mention, I really can't wait for this week to end? I've been busy with homework and, and it is ONLY Monday noon!

Finally got my time table finalized today, I have six subjects, including Ethnic Relations a compulsory subject for all IPTA's which is basically a combination of History, Civics and Moral Studies. Just imagine how amazingly intriguing it'll be, I mean, learning about the races in our country and all, in BM. Oh fun fun fun.

5 days of college a week, and that's supposed to be good news that I miraculously escaped Saturday classes. Monday consist of only one lecture. One freaking IT lecture. All we do is learn about computer components and things like that. :( On the bright side, I now know supercomputers are used in internet banking and the difference between information and data. It's so fascinating that I swear I'll blow up in lecture someday.

Stats lecture is on Friday. Gosh, It's just a more elaborated version of Form 4 Add maths. Just that this time, it's in words. Math in words makes somehow less interesting. Sigh.

I can sleep during the lectures, the atmoshpere is so dead. the only thing stopping me would be the dreadful air conditioner. I hope I won't lose interest with all the charts and graphs. Ishness.

The other bad point about being in college is that from one class to the other, you have to run from one building at the North right down to the building at the South. In 5 minutes, just before your next lecture/tutorial begins. You know, I can go on and on about college if I have all the time in the world, because right now, I need ensure my precious bag pack I left outside the library enterance, containing a weeks worth of notes does not go missing like how Sheryl lost hers.

Ho hum, I seriously didn't expect to start this week this stressful. Pressured.

Mmmm, I'm craving for McDs fries.

On a brighter note, 4 more days! :D

P/s: I miss you laa Tal. You're missing.

Oh wait, I just got your text message. hahahaha. You got my cheezels vibes. Memang best friend la!

Gratitude.

First week in college was made a hell lot easier only because I have super network of peers around me.

And trust me, I am thankful for each twist of fate that comes swerving my way.

Before I start yet another week of college, I wanna hand out heartfelt thanks you’s and give recognition to those concerned.

To the senior in black who was kind enough to point out the direction to the nearest canteen in times of starvation, and yet managed to hold back his laughter when I went the wrong way.

Sheryl, for sticking with me the past week even though I crack lame snide jokes about cina speaking people, all the time. And lugging the umbrella around to protect us from the harmful rays.

Daddy, for being there all the time. To remind me when to drink water and laughs when I tell him I overslept in the evenings. I love you, for everything.

Aloy, who reminded me to bring, of all things, fruits. It proved to be a worthy advice after a week in Setapak. He also shared with me the secret on where to source for superb Nasi Lemak :) Heehee.

Mummy, for being who you are.

Thank you Andy & Pravin for that great interview. And for feeding my humongous ego. Twice. :P

Carmen for texting, just to ask if I met unwanted/scary people in college ;P

Ah Leong, you make me laugh unintentionally. P/s: you look good in yellow!

Pei Chen who gangs up with Teoh to insist Canteen Two foodstuff is not fresh only because she’s lazy to walk slightly further.

Yang, who believes pork can cure alienation.

My roommate, my sister. For being tolerant, warning a thing or two about college, and giving me clues on how to make my way around campus.

Thank you Wei Chian for waking me up hours before Mass Call, making lame cina jokes, preparing me for the worst and best, and filling my first evening out with laughter and lemak.

Daniel who nearly got attacked by a falling coconut *laughs*

Not forgetting Jun Keat, who offered me a ride home.

Albert, for buying me a warm cup of Milo in exchange of decorating services.

Crystal, the best friend, for offering endless support. Sometimes, too much off it. Here's my piece of advice, study lah! *grins*

Lastly, thank you to all my friends who cared enough to gave me their encouragements about college and for hounding me ever so often about my decision to take up this course and why there :) you have all been very kind to me.

:)

And for the people who are only here for the pictures, and I know there’s some of you out there!! I leave you now with one picture from National Service:

When hunger strikes....

And She Smiles

I know I'll be meeting you in a few hours, for the last time in the next few months...but I just wanna type this down before I loose my nerve. And breakdown. And also cos you'd never know, my plane just might be terrorized by another Osama wanna-be and god knows what will happen out there in Sabah. Then, I'll regret big time not telling you this before.

I will miss you dearly best friend.

The old saying of one smile makes two stands true
as it has been proven between the two of us.

You're the only person I could be really vulnerable to. I can ask for a pat on the back without worrying about being seen as hopelessly insecure. Our friendship went deeper then that. Not many has such opportunity to meet a friend who meets eye to eye in many perspectives, but we found each other amongst the many many folds of startling attitudes, sarcasm, and irony.
I am glad we did.

The fact that you'd be rocking your socks at Thai on my first weekend away at Sabah is depressing wei. Who am I to call and Rant my heart out?

I'll show you, I can indeed wake up FIVEam everyday to brave the cold showers and stinking morning exercise. I'll be back with a awesome tan, a slim tummy(with no help from cheese rings) and a hot Sabahan guy you'd be longing to go NS yourself :P

But then again, who's gonna laugh when we crack up lame jokes? Or who's gonna fend off for me to escape a 'critical situation' no matter how nonsensical the reason may be.

Actually, I'm wondering, who's gonna save you from that creepy dude when he corners you for yet another droning long conversation? Omg la, I'm laughing my head off just imagining your pained expression searching for escape route.

Every once in a while, a person's lucky enough to make an unforgettable friend:
you're it for me, Crystal Chow.

Happy Moments

I'm posting this entry to participate in the Happy Moments contest, please vote :)

What makes you Happy?

Receiving cuddles or a phone calls from a certain person for no real reason?

Or Fridays, when work/school is over and you can finally relax, and not worry about oversleeping and traffic jams the next morning?

Money can’t buy happiness. That’s a fact, really. People go on diets pills, spend too much money for clothes, or suck up to popular people - because they think it will make them happy!

If I had a squillion dollars and was designing my perfect playroom and had to choose between a real-live pinball machine, a Galaga arcade game, or the newest widescreen plasma television Courts Mammoth has to offer, I would choose the pinball machine hands down, every single time. Although really, if I had a squillion dollars, I should be able to have all three, don't you think? Gees, I guess a squillion dollars just doesn't go as far as it used to.

Happiness as defined by me and only me. I know you wanna know what makes me happy. Heehee.

So, at the risk of revealing what a big dork I can be (you'll have to take my word that most of the time, I'm pretty cool), I thought I'd blog about some of the many thing that makes me happy. You know things I love, that I would only admit publicly under the threat of death! You will see a recurring theme of ‘things a teenage girl likes’ (according to my mum) and these have been on my mind given the fact that there is NO good TV programs to watch right now.

And in no particular order, what makes Weishya happy...

• Gilmore Girls – I admire the close-knit relationship Lorelai has with Rory. And I love the many other quirky characters. Have you any idea how sad am I that this show is over?! I watched every episode of all the seasons, with no help from Astro, and sadly enough, sang the theme song every time I watched ((at the top of my lungs)).
• Ice cream! The best comfort food yet. Haagen Dazs’ Strawberry Cheesecake or Baskin Robbin’s Cookies and Creme!
• Free from homework and chores on a rainy day to curl up and snooze under a warm fuzzy cozy blanket.
• Good hair days, which don’t come by often.

• Forty bucks a haircut that goes without charge.
• The many many variety of Malaysian kuihs; BANANA FRITTERS, keropok lekor and yummy karipaps.
• Organizing Dharma camps. The entire process makes me happy. Happier than you’ll ever know. New friendships are formed while old ones are strengthened.
• A simple ‘thank you’ that comes unexpected.

• Good novels, you can lose yourself between what's real and what's not. Everything seemed so magical. I love books by Cecelia Ahern, Nicholas Sparks, Dan Brown, Sophie Kinsella, and Julie Cohen.
• Surfing blogs, I love being a fly inside people’s heads, understanding what goes on in their worlds. Each & every one is truly unique and gifted.
• I absolutely love it when I come back home and find a letter/package/parcel for me. It’s one of the best cures for bad moods and down days, even more effective than takeaway ice cream while watching an excellent movie at home with good movie-company (I swear, this is so hard to come by nowadays)

• My best friend, the one and only Crystal Chow. She makes you laugh even when you feel like crying. She’s got the tendency to convince people that everything will be okay even when the world is on the verge of falling apart. She keeps me sane in many ways.

• Whatever thing that’s related with peanut butter and chocolate. I’d say the normal milk chocolate M&M's were super, but then a friend brought peanut butter M&M’s for me. Those rocked like nothing else did. But then again, have you tried Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups? Oooooh!
• Clean, pristine washrooms. Everytime I visit Pyramid, without fail, I’d step into their toilets for a little peek. I so love the unique design, cool signage, the lightings, mirrors sparkles, fantastic sink, doors that match the walls. And the spaciousness of each cubical HAHA!
• When Mum unexpectedly cooks up lip-smacking snacks for me. I absolutely love her mango shakes, it’ll leave you smiling for hours later on even when there’s the dreaded Biology exam on the next day.
• An hour of nap in between school and tiresome accounts tuition. That’s a fresh dose of happiness in just sixty minutes, at no extra cost.
• Showers! It’s more then just a place to wash off accumulated grime. Showers is when I my best brooding, when I finally step out, I feel like a renewed person all over again.

• Blogging. With every blogpost I type, a great pride swells up inside me. Some say blogging is a waste of good time. That’s the ignorance talking, for the satisfaction I experience is indescribable.

I will stop here before you decide to never read my blog again.

Anyway here's a video that never fails to crack me up. Its hilarious. Spongebob narrates the scenes from Casablanca, Singing in the Rain, and the Godfather. One of the highlights of the Annie Awards last Friday night was a small video concocted by the cast of Spongebob Squarepants (M.C. Tom Kenny, along with presenters Rodger Bumpass, Carolyn Lawrence and Bill Fagerbakke), created to prove they shouldn't be labeled simply as Spongebob, Patrick, Squidward and Sandy.

If you dare, please share your happy moments!

I shall assume that you ARE absolutely fascinated and gob-smacked with my Happy Moments so there, VOTE for me! I guarantee that shall multiply my happiness by a tenfold :)

The time to be happy is now.
The place to be happy is here.
The way to be happy is to make others so.
- Robert Green Ingersoll