Leap of Faith.

All nerves and no guts, I took my JPJ test today.

And...

I. Have. PASSED.

HALLELUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUJAH!!

Driving has NEVER been THIS kind to me before, so my silent prayers (and of many others LOL) have FINALLY paid off.

NO more fuss over extra lessons!

NO more stressful flits of worry over lurking instructors!

NO more CLUTCH. (HELL YES.)

I am currently the happiest I've been in ages, despite my reluctancy to miss college.

My Computer Design lecturer, please forgive me ;_;

Hmm. College seems fun enough.

Though their classrooms seem to be all over the darn place...

Only thing I'm not too fond of now is the freedom to wear whatever I want.

To think of what to wear tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after THAT so on so forth... It's exhausting.

Oh oh and... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMI!

You're probably not gonna read this, (and it'd be too embarrassing if you ever do noooooo)

But you're awesome and I'm sorry the only present your pathetic daughter could give you today was to pass the JPJ test and not have you spend money on me on THAT particular subject anymore...

I'll make it up to you some day.

I promise.

♥♥♥

Nonsensical midnight writing ftw! ;D

The Unexpected.

Wow. So he DID win.

Kris Allen's actually, really, almost-impossibly THE American Idol of Season 8.

That was an unexpected twist to the end.
I guess everyone got tired of Adam's performances.
They -were- repetitive in a way, was it not?

But Adam still has the better voice.
It's POWERFUL and UNIQUE.

Then again, you can't compare the two at all.
Like a certain Baba said, they're both a SPECIES ON THEIR OWN.

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On another note...
My uncle just passed away.

Well, I haven't really much to say, honestly.
I never really got to know my dad's side as much as I did with my mom's.
I don't even remember his name...

What I do know is that another family member's lost.
And even though I vaguely remember him, I'm sure his presence will be missed.
Especially by my aunt and my 2 cousins.

Rest in Peace, uncle.
May the good Lord bless your soul.

The Fever

We thought it was just a normal viral fever.
Then came the rashes and a nosebleed.
While they rush to a Putrajaya hospital, I wait and fret in PJ.

So much for being there for family.

Thankfully, it wasn't dengue.
BOTH sisters got sick yesterday, but since Forensics is just around the corner, I've been avoiding them like they were lepers.
Wouldn't touch anything they touched, wouldn't come within 3 feet of them. I know it hurts for them to see me like this, but I can't afford to fall sick.
Not right now anyway.

But I swear, I've never heard of someone make a NOSEBLEED sound so... FUNNY.

First, she snorts blood all over the toilet sink. "Crap," she goes, as she wipes the counter clean and throws it in the toilet bowl, forgetting to flush it down. Then my dad waddles in for a pee, and finally glances down to find his urine swimming around with what he thought, was HIS blood.

"...I'm gonna die, aren't I?"

My family will be the death of me.
I swear, I will one day die laughing.

Hmm. Blogging on my new laptop feels weird.
But I'll keep that to tell another day.
I really should be sleeping now.

>.<

Here's to my Grandma.

Well, to get straight to the point...:
My grandmother just passed away.

It's been a really bumpy ride for her lately. What, with all those times she had stock herself with drugs for the multiple health issues she's been facing, and all that pain and suffering, yet again, in my family, another has to go.

Hey, let's face it. We're going to die eventually, one way or another.

It was expected too, this time. In fact, she herself was the one who kept telling us that she wasn't going to last to the end of the year.
And knowing my grandmother, she was always right. To the very end, to say the least.



I'm pretty much going to miss her very, very much.



She raised me for years before my parents took me to become a Puchongite.
Being a retired headmistress, she taught me to what normal kids my age back then would normally be taught:
Eating, reading, writing. Only on a much higher scale of discipline.

I remember she would make such a fuss when I chewed loudly, or when she she orders me to go to the kitchen to make sure I get my daily intake of 2 litres of water. Which I never liked. And always cheated my way out of it.

I remember when she takes the time to sit down with me to finish my homework, or teach me my prayers before I went to sleep and when I wake up.

My grandma was another of those nature lovers. I'd heard that when my mom was younger, she'd take in stray dogs out of pity, and the dogs we have now are generations from that. She used sit outside in her garden (and for those of you who have sent me there before, you guys know how much of a jungle it really is) with her infamous gloves and prune, dig, and whatever else that had to do with gardening. She used to watch tapes and tapes (and as modernization would have it, CDs and CDs) of animals and plants.
Being a curious child as I was, I sat down with her and watched. Maybe those habits of hers just so happened to rub off on me and I too, became a nature lover.



There is just so much to say about Grandma.
I'm going to hate this funeral the most.
So here's to my grandma.
The role model, a very much blessed mother, adorned grandmother and beloved wife.

Rest in peace, Grandma.

Saying Goodbye

It's never easy.

And I don't think it will be for her either.

This is a shoutout our dear friend, Keilly, who just lost her father.
Even though he's gone, know that he will be going to a better place, and that we all shall meet again in His presence.
It was a shock, I know. We all do.
With all due respect, I offer my deepest sympathy. And with that, a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen by.

Never regret not doing things you never got the chance to do with him.
Instead, cherish the times you had.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
It was God's call. Embrace it. One day, we'll have to answer it too.

So just let it all out, there's no point keeping it in.
Know that you have a bunch of crazy wackos always ready to back you up whenever you need us to.

Rest in peace, Uncle Andrew.

Keilly was one of the best things you ever gave to us.

Thank you.