Right I am(or is it was?) screw english!

Wee! Damn, I'm sooo lousy at this. Sheeeesh. And I thought I could actually be consistent.(stupid jasmine)
Anyway, my titile refers to the face that I was right about me not having anything interesting to blog about even if I wanted to write a daily thing. My life is such a bore... I'm still in school even though I'm eighteen, I can't drive, I'm addicted to SCRABBLE(I know! Gosh, I'm such a loser. Well, at least I'm good at it =P), and I've got a piano exam coming up!
Bloody hell. It's 3.30am Sunday morning(why is it that I only blog during the wee hours of the morning?) and my exam is on Monday. I'm not prepared, and I just might srew it up AGAIN! If I do fail again this time, I'm gonna jump of a cliff!
I wanna stay home tomorrow(or rather today) like a good girl(good. ya right!) and practice!! So, I don't know if I should go for Cheer. Wanted to go watch my dear(blur) friend shana perform in Charm, now it seems like shes not performing anymore. Plus, it doesn't look like I'll have anyone to go with(ya la! I'm a loser okay!). I'll just decide tomorrow la! when I wake up(thats if I wake up in time).
Damn, it's almost four. I better sleep...

I know, this post sucks(it's my blog! not that anyone's reading it *crosses fingers*) but at least it's a post. This blog is sooooo picture deprived! I actually have pictures from my trip to camerons, but that'll have to wait till the next time I stay up in the weeeeeeee hour of a night. Btw, I hate Math and I miss History.

Just incase I disappear again, UPDATE LA JASMINE!!(trust me, it works)

Not Bad

Not bad eh?
from a gazzilion years to 5 days *pats self on the head*
Actually, the only resaon why I'm the in "mood" to blog is that I'm waiting for my video to finish loading! Don't really know what to write about.
How about something weird. *lightbulb flashes on* SCIENCE CAMP!

My school held a science camp on the 3rd and 4th of May. No, science camp doesn't mean sleeping overnight in a room with chemicals and frogs your gonna disect. It was just a day camp thing. The guy teaching us was Sean something. Omg, when he spoke his first sentence, I hit myslef in the head and thought "shit". He's speaks like a typical chinese educated college grad whom our school people hired for idontknow what reason. Sheeeeesh.

When my elder bro Kacaus me when I study, he'd read my book imitating those kids in his previous sec. school who were cina edukatad. Like seminar would be sa-mai-neh.
These are a few things that Sean guy said during the camp. Remember, he's suppose to be TEACHING.

ethanol : I-THA-KNOW (think IKANO)
apple: AH(think screaming) PULL
raise you hand : rise up your hand
foul : fold(without the d)
Maltose : matose
probe : prob(think pro of problem with a b at the end)
razor : ra(think sun god) zor(think zoro without the o)
stop : stopper
and many many more

He also made misakes like correcting himself wrongly like what is.. what are the difference... He kept on going on like this! He even SPELLED Ethanol ethonol. After I got sooo feddup, I started counting how many times he said "okay" it came up to 20 in less than a minute. He's suppose to be teaching us man!! I wonder where he was piked up from.
When I got the cert of attendence, below his signature, it stated that he has a Bachelor of Science (with honours). I seriously wonder how he got it.
It's mean, but we couldn't help it! We laughed our heads off at some of his weird grammar. Nvm, I got the cert. And hopefully, I'll never have to go through this again.

Oh, and if any you who attended the camp with me are reading this(as if) I'm sorry for my crappy mood. When I don't get enough sleep, I get damn emo and sensitive. It's not a good excuse but I'm sorry.

*crosses fingers and hopes for a better update SOON*

Retarded

I am so retarded. I don't even know how to blog. Putting up a post once in a gazzilionmilliontrillion and whateverlion years is not good. Oh well, no one reads this pathetic blog anyway.

Know what? I'm gonna give this another shot. TRY to be CON-SIS-TENT (like thats gonna happen) I'll try the "daily journal" a shot. It just MIGHT work. I must have something happening to me everyday right? (No) Sheesh, I'm such a loser. Boohoohoo...

So, what did I do today? Well, it's labor day. I hate labor day. It's the worst holiday ever. I wish i could go back in time and destroy whoever came up with labor day. Like as if there isn't enough holidays in the calender. Bad things happen on this holiday. I thought this year would be different but NOOOO, it's the same lousy day as always(Don't want to elaborate).

I went out with my veli veli good friend maybell(Maybelle). Walked around aimlessly in KLCC, checked out the photojournalism(woo, this is a long word, never noticed!) thing they had. I noticed that most of the photographers were unknown and the known ones were Chinese men(or women, I couldn't differentiate some names) HA! and to record what? MALAYSIAN history. It was interesting. Found out some stuff I never knew about Malaysia.

After a loooong indecisive discussion, we ended up in Delifrance for lunch. Oh gosh, that place sucks. service sucked like shitty shatty shitshat. Food was yicketty yacketty yucketty yuck.(no la, not that bad. Coffee really sucked though) Had a good time talking with marble(Maybelle), talked about EVERYTHING. Ah, how I miss hanging out with her. Darn exams.

Thats pretty much about it. Except dinner at Black Canyon in Center Point. Thats place sucked more than delifrance. Service was shittier shattier shitshat. The first time I was there, it was alright. Ugh, the contrast between the two visits is drastic. So remember, DO NOT GO TO BLACK CANYON.

Hmm, lets see how long this will last this time.

Mentor

Rhyme: onions help you digest by letting out gas

It's been looong! What does it matter? I'm probably the only one reading this supposed blog anyway.

The definition of my title - Mentor: A wise and trusted counselor or teacher.
I guess in my case, it's very different. I'd probably define it as: Events or people who make a permanent effect in life.

My dad asked me, who's your mentor in your life? I had to think think think and think, then I got myself a good answer. A long one too. You sure you want to read on?

I've realized over the years that friends, be it adult or teenager, often leave. Permanently. Of course, they don't intend to, it just happens. Most of them I still see, but we're not as close as we used to be. As I got older and into the whole depressing stage of life, which I've gotten over by now fortunately, the issue always seemed to be the fact that I have no close friends. I cannot point out a single friend that I can say has been through life with me or a friend that I can truly and sincerely call my best friend. I always get very envious when I see how some people will always have someone. Whenever they're bored, there's always someone there to call out. Whenever they're hurt there's always someone they can call and will drop everything else to comfort them. Sometimes, I ask God why. Can there really be a reason for me to go through these feelings?

Finally, God answered me. Yes. Of course there is. There's always a reason. The things that have happened, all those friends I "lost", they've all played such a big part in shaping me to be the person I am today. My dad asked again, I want to know who made you become the person you are today? Partially wrong question. It should've been, I want to know who or what made you become the person you are today?

I've been in the Girl's Brigade for 10 years now. 11 in 2007. All the time, I hardly ever have someone the same age as me. They come and go. There are 4 different age groups; I'm always either the elder one or the younger one of that section. So, you can imagine, different "generations" of girls throughout my 10 years there. This also means, friends who come and go. And all the time, God's shaping me. All the different girls and officers throughout the years show me the different types of people I have to deal with. Also, different people who teach me important things even though they only remain with me for a short while.

The Girl's Brigade is only one part of my life. Other than that, its school, church, and family. (That's in no particular order by the way) School, so many things. From a Chinese primary school to an all english christian based system. I don't even talk to anyone from my primary school anymore, but the experiences I can never forget. I can even point out the areas in my life where some of these happenings have changed me. Now, I've been in 2 different centers. Both using the same all english christian based syllabus, but soooo different. Being christian based, there's bound to be a religious subject - Bible. It's not just Bible knowledge. Way more than that. It has thought me so much and also changed my view of christianity tremendously. The knowledge I have of christianity, the relationship, the Bible, the faith, a big part of it came from that one subject. Of course the people in school had a part in my life too =)

Church, little things here and there. Met close friends from there. Of course, they left. Unintentionally. Played a huge part in making me me. Sometimes, I wish I never had to leave the previous church where I had friends my age I somewhat grew up with. Still see them, once in a blue moon.

Family will always be family. What more can I say? If I did, it'll have to be a different post. Argh, no way I'm writing another post! Too much. Just think FAMILY and you'll know. NO need me to type out another long winded post =P

IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ EVERYTHING, READ THIS! IT'S SHORT, YOU'LL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT!
So there you go, events and people made me who I am today. Though I may not have a definite mentor or best friend, I have sooo many different things that definitely cover that part. So what if people leave me. I learn, I appreciate, you leave, I learn more. Somehow, I have a feeling that even though I realized my life is different from others, there's more for me to discover. More of God's will for me. It's gonna be big, very big. So bring it on! God is good. He does things in different ways.

Condolences

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I haven't had the determination to post anything over the last month, but I guess this deserves to be posted.

My condolences to the Gan family as they're their eldest son Jonathan returned to the Lord on the 9th of August.
The only way I got to know of Jon's conditions was through some small talk involving Zane and Summer - his siblings who're my schoolmates. When I first heard of it, I didn't think much of it.
It was only until the day Zane couldn't attend pesta with me due to his brothers condition that I realized how serious this really was.
Went to visit him one day with someone else one day. I truly didn't expect to see Jon that way. I thought that he was just sick, that he could still talk. The reality of it hit me hard. Real hard. The thought of Summer and Zane having to deal with this at their age was mind-boggling. Even at my age, I wouldn't want to be losing anyone of my family members to cancer or anything for that matter.
After my first visit, I didn't go back until weeks later with my mum. My eyes popped open when I saw him. The last time, he was still able to sit on a chair, open his eyes, look around... This time, he just lay there! I knew he wasn't improving that much, but I certainly didn't expect to see him that way. That day, his mum invited me to his birthday party that very week.
So I went after some prompting by Zane and Sean (schoolmate and cousin of Jon), joined his family including cousins aunty uncles and all in a time of worship and celebration of his birthday. It was during the worship that I realized how very very strong his mum is! To be able to go through this with her son and still take care of two other children and still stay positive with so much of faith. She's the strongest person I've met thus far in my life. His mum's so cool. She can talk about anything.
I didn't go back to visit him after that, just got updates through Zane and kept him and his family in my prayers. My prayer was always focused on how whatever happened, it'll be according to His will. But at the back of my mind, I really wanted Jon to recover and not leave.
The morning I found out that he passed on, I almost didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that Zane and Summer lost their brother. I didn't want to believe that their mum lost her son. I didn't want to believe.
Went to visit him after school. Saw him in the coffin. Saw his mum. Saw his cousins. Saw his siblings. Saw his aunts and uncles. The atmosphere there was just simply sad. I couldn't use other words to describe it, because it just won't do. I really could see how much of an impact he made in everyone's life and how much everyone will miss him dearly.
This part of life, as i would call it, is just part of God's great plan. We may not always see why things are the way it is, but there are a few things that were distinct. Like how much closer the whole family have become, how much more I got to know Zane and Summer, how I got to know his super cool and super strong mum, how I got to see how much a person's life can impact others. And that's just me! Imagine all the other people who've gone through this experience and just imagine that there are more things that would happen through this. Far greater and better than our human mind can possibly imagine! I will never forget this. Never.