Final paper ended on Monday, 12pm. Do not even mention the status of the course now. Looks like I've gotta retake the entire course again next semester. I really despise the lecturer who not only did not do his job properly, yet he decided to kill all of us throughout the entire course. Not only he gave such a difficult paper for tests, he gave us a super-killing Final paper which I doubt, not many could have completed the whole paper. As for me, I sat there the first hour, cursing him. I hope he falls into a man-hole or something, this Hitler-lookalike lecturer of mine. Damnit!

Enough talking about this lecturer of mine. As soon as I finished my paper, Jialin called and said that her dad will be coming to pick us up at 5pm. Darn, and I thought we already planned to leave the next day. So straight after I exited the exam hall, I sped back to my room, and clean it. It was in such a big mess, especially during the exam period, all my notes were everywhere, and my textbooks were occupying almost 2/3 of my table. I opened the huge cupboard of mine, and chucked everything into 2 big luggage bags, 1 camping bag, and 2 school bags. I only managed to bring 3/4 of my stuffs back to Ipoh, and vowed to come back later after the holiday in KL.

Straight to KL, I dropped by her place and her parents were glad to see me. I am afterall, a good, well-educated girl in their eyes, especially her mum, was happier to see me than her own daughter.(Bah!) Watodo..good girl ma..

The next day, it was filled with loadsa activities which includes the malls. My purpose of going down this time, is to really makan-makan around the whole KL.


The first day, was to the new wing of Sunway Pyramid which was supposed to be better and bigger. However, to much disappointment, not all the shoplots were opened, and to get from one place to the other was difficult. The maps were confusing and we had to depend on our instinct to move about. However, we managed to get to Kim Gary's and have Sarapan ala HongKong, yang amat cheap in KL with the total of RM4 for the food I ordered. As soon I took breakfast, we went to the Bar-B-Q plaza to take our 2nd breakfast. The food was so-so, it was the experience which was priceless. For dinner, we went to Paddington's for pancakes, another breath-taking experience with a painful jab on my wallet, of course.


Guess where I went the next day?


It was cold. December and all.

Haha, we went to Genting Highlands, it was a one day trip thing, and we had lotsa fun. Damn, it was nice catching up with childhood, and darn, it was foggy that day, so alot of rides were closed down. We, however, were lucky enough to watch the premier of Enchanted in Genting that day. Nice movie, with alil twist. Cliche.



Came back after 5 days. Darn. Now looking for job. No money.

What a good way to kick-start the holidays back at home.









At first I thought it was something to do with the bed bugs, but no, after I changed the bed sheets, this thing started growing more and more. For the whole night, I was busy keeping myself awake, crawled into one corner and scratched myself, like a dog full of fleas.

It was till one point, I cannot tahan already, went in front of my dad, showed him the bite marks, and the first question my parents shot me was,
"Were you been drinking??"

Adoi. I wished I was, but I hadn't had a single drop of alcohol, even when I was in KL for 5 days. Yeah, tell me about it. Laundry bar was so near, but nope, I didn't make it there, not even for one night. Only 1 person knows why. Ask her.

Anyways, that's an entire different story. So, parents bought me to this clinic and the doctor certified that I have...
I have...
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NO,WAIT..the doctor didn't tell me what it was in English. Man, all I know in Cantonese, it's call "Fong Mok" which you can get if you have an allergy or something. Mum reckons that I have ultra-sensitive skin so when I brushed against something, I can get one of those.

And, it's probably the "kerang" which I had for 3 consecutive days. Shhh..do not let my parents know (or they will murder me!)

So, after having the medicine, and it made me so drowsy for the whole night, having to wake up every 2 hours to pee-pee, and I had to walk in a sway manner to the toilet everytime because I felt so dizzy. Anyway, according to my dad, pee-pee is good coz the toxic are all coming out from my body. So, there you go. Pee all you can.

Sigh, bummer weh. Now, the thing all subsided, and the itchy feeling is no longer day, but the effect of the medication is still lingering, so gotta take naps in between.

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Just had another lesson with Programming earlier, when I tried to fix the html codes of my blogsite and somehow, I am really thankful that I have alil basic with codes. Though not perfect, at least got alil bit ma..no half pail, also have quarter le gua??
(Afterall, I got myself a B for Structured Programming okay..consider not bad already lor..)

I've signed up for Pay Per Post, and am not sure whether my blog will be accepted. It was rejected earlier because they said, the search engines couldn't locate my blogsite. Hah, I deactivated that, when I was pretty sure I do not want my family knowing what I write here. But now, in need of money, watodo..have to limit my privacy, expose everything lor..am pretty sure no one is gonna backtrack my entries la..

Anyway, continue to drop by la..though I will focus more on posts which brings in money la, albeit alil boring, but it's factual and all, come back la k? and if can, click on the ads, and entries la..click d, means I got money. If I have money, then can belanja you guys la..starbucks ka, paddington ka, victoria station ka, oldtown kopitiam ka, uncle cheng beef noodle ka..you know..THAT'S IF I GET PAID FOR MY ENTRIES LA..otherwise, mou dak keng!

Speaking of which, I had yummy uncle cheng's beef noodle that day, when Yiling decided to risk my life, and I had to drive all the way to SS17. And have to find a coffee shop named "kafeteria khasiat". Eh, deyy..kafeteria means the canteen in school okay..mana pula ada good food, except the ones in MGS, which I exceptionally miss once in a while. So, there I went, Hunting for this kafeteria which was not located in a school..

p/s: Pictures courtesy of Yiling's brand new Sony camera. Cun-ted la..I heart Carl lens..

What is seVen months to You?

In seVen months, anything from the impossible can become the possible.
In seVen months, the best can be the worst; the good ones can rot.
In seVen months, you can earn your first Gold.
In seVen months, you start to realize you are growing old.

But for me, in seVen months, a relationship is growing strong.
A relationship which knows nothing about turning back.
A relationship, with just You and Me.
Hand in hand, waiting for the eiGhth month to come by.
and with God's grace, for many to come too.

I am thinking of changing my blog to be less-dramatic.
Less ranting, complaing, whining, bitching; more interesting read-ups.

Was thinking of becoming a Flogger (Food+Blogger)
But then, I often forget to take pictures of the nice food because I was too engrossed to having them fill my tummy. (Yeap, food I eat are sooo good that I can't really focus at times!)
So, in the mean time, I shall see what I can do, and hopefully, earn some money from the internet.

I used to go to Kwai Woh Tong for Gui Ling Gao every time I come down to KL. Because Ipoh simply doesn't have Kwai Woh Tong, and perhaps, I enjoy Gui Ling Gao so much that I do not mind paying though they can be abit pricey.

So, you could probably guessed my look when I saw there's Kwai Woh Tong in Genting. And you guys know that food in Genting is never cheap. Anything lesser than RM10 is considered to be cheap there. So, without any hesitation, I pulled my partner-in-crime and ordered a big Gui Ling Gao. Costed me RM10, for something which was not filling, but then again, it was temptation that I couldn't resist.

Walked into the Grand Ballroom in Syuen, expecting a dream-like Royal Wedding. This was according to mum, the wedding of the year. Their side of the family have been preparing for this wedding for almost 2 months now, and honestly, from the whole event, I could see the end results.

As we walked towards the reception, on our right, there's a huge notice board, with all the guests names and which tables they are supposed to be seated in. This was a good idea because you don't really need much usherers to bring the guests to their respective tables because the instructions were simple.
1. Find your blardy name on the board.
2. Check which table number you are.
3. Walk in and sit down.

See, simple. Unlike the other cousin's wedding I went that day. There was a huge commotion because the guests do not want to be seated with the people whom they do not know. However, last night's was pretty organized, everyone was seated happily.

I've known Szu Ann for almost my whole life (Duh! She's related to me) and we used to have sleep-overs, albeit the age gap. And Keh Jun came into her life, when she finished High School, and they were friends since. Keh Jun is one heck of a rich guy okay..at the age of 20, he was already driving a BMW (father punya la but still..the car is the highlight here!). These two is a pair made in heaven. Seriously, the most patient and understanding couple on earth! Remember when Jack (my stupid brother!) went over to hang out when he was very young and he was being a pest, but Keh Jun handled him quite well. Brought him to bowling with Y-han(my other cousin) so that they have something to do, instead of berkulat-ing at home.
Did I tell you that Szu Ann graduated from UTP also? With First Class too! Okay, nevermind about that lil info, coz mum has been bugging me with that piece of news every semester when it commences.

Anyway, since my uncle is a respected well-known doctor, so he had Dato' Ong Ka Chuan and Dato' Aziz as the Guests of Honour. The whole event was done in a organized way, and so formal-ish. No 'dai kum cheh' (the bising woman who always talks on the stage(non-stop)). There was this woman instead, who talked in a professional English speaker, introducing Szu Ann and Keh Jun, and handled the event pretty well. I heard she got paid a total of RM1500 to do this. Man! Why didn't I apply for that job? Hahha, but alas, she also spoke very good Mandarin and Cantonese, which I do not do so well, of course!

Food was so-so, just the atmosphere was good. I was feeling uneasy with a dress, so I didn't do much standing up and walking around. Only cousins who stopped by and say hie once in a while. Fortunately, all of them said I looked nice in the dress, but I was skeptical. Kept asking them whether they were in alliance with my mum. Well, perhaps, it's the time for me to dress casually in skirts once in a while eh? (<-- this is for my mum if she ever reads my blog!)


Picture taken with my 2-MP camera phone, and their smoke effect was tremendous!!

A total of 55 tables last night, was one of the biggest wedding dinner I've attended since my uncle's wedding in 1998, with a total of 80 tables in a large hall. Hmm..I shall break the record..with only one table during my wedding dinner.
(Mum would kill me!! I told her I do not want a wedding ceremony and she threatened to slap me and said, "Girls must have wedding ceremony okay?? No matter how small also have to do..later people think you pregnent already, malu want to kahwin!"

Ok,nevermind nevermind...enough publicity for my cousin's wedding. Just wish her luck with her new wedding. I know a big secret of Keh Jun anyways, which will ruin their marriage but it's her choice. And if Keh Jun seems to love her and Szu Ann can bear with it, then we shall just move on and pretend nothing happened.
Oh, they married at a young age lah..25 ok..no pregnency, no nothing..just both very much in love with one another.
 
*Jialak now! everyone keep asking me where my boyfriend is. Damn, how to create one boy out ah?!!!*

I shall leave you with a picture of me and my brother. Ok-lah, not so bad, 2 pictures ok wert...

He was satisfied with a mere RM20. Oklah, maybe we were wrong to support 'duit kopi' but what to do, he already offered. Diam diam give only la..Plus who said if you pay RM200 they are going to do something good with the money right??
*Turn your speakers high up, and you can hear. SORRY, no figures, only sound.

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This is only part of the family. The rest of the other side of the family was busy enjoying the air-conditioner inside, which raised alot of questions and hatred. Anyway, that story aside.
*If you see closely, you would have noticed my parents*

It's the Chinese tradition to do loud honkings before arriving to the bride's doorstep. So, when the honkings came, everyone jumped into action, and the doors were closed. Oh yeah, it's a tradition that the ji-muis of the bride must 'torture' the bridegroom and his friends before allowing them to get the bride.
So, there, in the Mercedes, is the bridegroom, picture taken by the local papers' photographer. Well, these 2 families are afterall, someone important in the society, reporters are expected to come and join in the fun!

My cousin who was in charged to open the bridegroom's car door, but before that, they have to come to an agreement of the amount of angpau he can get if he opens the door. He's an important factor, because as long as he doesn't opens the door, the groom cannot come out from the car. Why? Tradition lorr!

Apparently they couldn't compromise with the price that was offered by my cousin, so he grabbed a chair and sat down, trying to threaten the groom. Well, money was not an issue because the groom came from a rich background, seeing the Mercedes he came with.

And my gawd, all his friends, a.k.a Heng dai came in big big cars. To name a few, BMWs, Hondas and Benz..enough to prove my point?

Anyway, they soon came to point when time was running out, and the Chinese believe in feng shui that kinda thing, so they sped up the process, and my cousin got his Big angpow, and no more fooling around.


even became good pals okay! haha, actually they knew each other quite well, it was all a show they put on to create a live-ier wedding ceremony!

Then, the groom has to pass through the ji-muis so that he can get them to open the door. Very good tricks and all, already took video of them, but photobucket is taking such a long time to load, so I will have to post them in the next entry.
Very funny, but all points down to one thing, the groom really understands his bride really really well, and he has good looking heng dais too! haha..very good ones, who did back him up when the ji-muis 'tortured' the groom.

After getting pass the ji-muis, the tea ceremony begun and the angpows were given to the non-married ones, took family pictures and then

the dad has to send the bride off. All the way to Kampar.

 

To end this post, a closer picture of me and the bride.

Anyway, if you don't like the above post, with my pictures on, you can just exit the browser. This post isn't meant for you either. I know, out there, someone misses me, and wants a foot rub badly. Well, this will do I guess..

So now, the most important question:  Glasses or no glasses???

I won't tell you what is good for you, but just read this , and understand why.
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Look what I found, while clearing my study desk..

  "BENE ORASSE, BENE STUDUISSE"

Aah! The days when I was running wild in Form 6. When I thought I wouldn't have to step into ACS to do Form 6. I had to. It was rather disappointing to receive a letter from UTP, saying that I failed to make into UTP. Well, what other choices were there, but to don on another set of uniform, and set out to our Brother school. But it wasn't disappointing at all. In fact, I couldn't be happier to remain in the comfort zone. There was no need to run to an entire new place, and to start all over again. Everyone whom I knew from MGS was going to be in ACS.

New people did came in from various schools. Poi Lam took the majority. Ended up in the Physics stream, supposed to be the best sciences of all. About 200 students thought the same way, thus, we were all crammed in one big lecture hall. Wow, the number is enough to scare any teacher who walked in to meet us. Out of the 200, only 6 were from MGS alone. We were the minority, but we took charge as if we ruled the school. Probably because we were the minority, and the ACS guys whom we knew earlier back in high school felt obligated to stick up for us.

Ming Nyet. Kok How. Me. Pooi Yeng. Mei Ling. Cheng Chien. Kiranjit.
Did I miss anyone?

Well, it didn't take long for us to mingle around with the new people. People from PoiLam, and the indian guys of ACS. In fact those whom I didn't know earlier, we clicked pretty fast. Theepan, the guy whom was assigned to be my assistant, (or is it the other way round) for the Teacher's Day commitee?
So many people whom I would recognize as soon as I look at their faces, but if you were to ask me to name them, I really can't do so anymore.

And there was this Sixth Form representative President: Justin.
See, I do remember, it just takes a little time for me to recall.

Thinking back, I remembered how I screwed up my Prefects' interview with the Hi-Com. Was so damn nervous in the meeting room that I became defensive, and sorta became rude. The girl seniors were mostly from MGS, and they were quite surprised to see a 180 degrees change in me that day. Well, the defense came in too strong, I guess. I did something with the teachers and the administration, and I was back in the game soon after. Many were talking behind my back, saying that I was too desperate for the position, but heck! I was already in Form 6, and if I don't get the experience of the tie suffocating me in the uniform then, when will my next chance be?

I swear I was too young back then. Really was immature and alil naive then. Wasted the time, doing things which didn't worth the effort at all. Well, it's those memories which keeps me alive now.

Everyday in Form 6, was fun. How I used to very close with my 'ji-mui' back in ACS. Ji Mui = Ming Nyet. But that was a long time ago, since everyone has parted into different paths. One week passed, and many left to different parts of the world. Some got offer to local universities, some got offer to join the millitary, some just do not want to waste time in the 2-year foundation.

The teacher who left an impact to me was Mrs Lim, the one who taught us MUET. She really did love MGS girls alot, kept stating that we were very good with speeches and public speaking. Padahal, none of us spoken in public before, and just because she compared us to the PoiLam students who had weak English foundation. I remembered she asked me to go out for a spontaneous topic, and I came out pretty well. Fumbled a little, but ah! who doesn't make mistakes, right?
The week after, she kicked me into the debate competition team. Wahliao, mana boleh. But it was fun, when I even went for the MadSoc thing. MadSoc is the school's drama production. Ah, if I didn't leave, I would've been involved in the school play.

The fun only lasted for 2 months, when I received another letter from UTP, telling me to sign up as a student in 2 weeks time. I left ACS with hesitation. I was beginning to love ACS, didn't stay long enough to be patriotic towards it, but long enough to forge a strong relationship with the teachers and students there.
But people always forget, they don't remember who you are after awhile, so people move on, and somehow, you are the only one who remembers that you were once a student in ACS.


 

Bumped into someone during dinner earlier.
>>Got my adreline pumping for a minute!

It's little things like this which gives me hope..

And this, he urged me to take it, and I was so tempted, so I did.

I sure hope he's not old enough to surf the internet, and somehow bump into my blog. He would probably loathe me, for the rest of his life.

I don't know about you, but lately, my bank account is showing signs that it's running out of cash. In other words, I am running out of money. And this kinda situation is not good-lah, especially when it's the Year End sales is on progress now. Damn, imagine seeing the pair of Nikes but you can't get your hands on it, because the ATM refuses to let you withdraw any money from it.

I wonder if any of you have such problems too? Like right now, or before?

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Jan McLaugLin - So Close

Those who love Timbaland a lot, please listen to "Come Around", by Timbaland feat M.I.A.

May I warn you that the tune sounds a bit weird, and many of them who I recommended this song to, did not like it at all.
Well, depends on personal preferences but listen to it a few more times, you will definitely get hooked onto it. ;P

To UTP-ians, listen to one of the phrase when Timbaland did mention "Let's go to UTP!". I swear that was what I heard!!!
Listen to it la yeah..

On an unrelated note, I can't fit into my jeans anymore!! I need to change like 4 pairs of them!!

Seriously, my brother is an  ASSHOLE. Period.
Well, usually most guys are, but he's one bigger asshole.

Picture post lah..since I've already written this entry earlier, but damn Internet Explorer got jam, and I had to shut down my browser and NO WAYY I am going to type out the entire post again.
So, there you go.

Myself and the birthday girl in front of TZ2

I got myself tipsy last night, went to TZ2 to throw a surprise birthday celebration for Maylee. Since no one's gonna be around on the 30th, we reckoned we should just do it earlier for her. Well, it's just an excuse really, for us to get together, hang out in pubs and get ourselves drunk and high!
If any of you are wondering, what's TZ2, well, urm, TZ2 stands for TimeZone2. Err, and why the '2', you may ask...Err, there used to be a TimeZone somewhere else, and they shifted to this new place, and perhaps they changed the managements, hence the number '2'!

We got there pretty early, around 9.30p.m. when there was no one in the pub except for the workers and bouncer outside. We were hoping that people would come earlier, so that they will stop playing stoopid lala songs, and the DJ can start playing some real tunes instead. It was a good thing that we went there early, and we managed to secure ourselves with tables, RIGHT UNDER THE BLARDY SPEAKER, because the entire place was fully reserved.

The small and empty stage. Just next to it, the DJ stand.

Only about 11pm, people started pouring in, the crowd grew bigger and bigger. Crystal bought her friends from ACS, and we danced along to the music. Funny how we can mix so easily with random people in dark, noisy places and feel no shame shaking our booty with them.

There was this 'uncle' (man in early 30's), dancing on his own, and he felt no shame doing so. I admire his courage but he did start the crowd dancing. He noticed us, (well, we were just next to him) and he smiled at me. Well, no harm done, clubbing is when you meet random, new people right? He wanted to buy me a drink, but no, I am not that guillable yet. I don't need anyone to buy me anything yet.
But he was real fun, we smiled, but that was it really. No small talks, not interested, I am only interested to dance to the beat!
It was really fun, and I can't remember when was the last time I really enjoyed dancing without feeling slight remorse.

It's probably the beer I took. I didn't even buy anything on my own, it was all under the guys. Oh, some random guy I met, belanja-ed, so well, it's good to get free treats. But not from the uncle lah.. I didn't really like his stupid grin, like ham sup lou..

Crystal and I, taking pictures before it gets dark and packed.

I really should do this more. With the right crowd, that is.

I kept drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and dancing, and dancing, and dancing, till they had to stop me from drinking. Hahha, but the guys, Crystal's friends, kept saying that I am pretty active. A good sign? Dancing is wayy much fun than shopping! Got myself so high man!
See, we don't need drugs to get ourselves high.

Dunno who got drunk and took this picture of me..hehe..this is how I look after my 2nd bottle of Heineken..

All we need is just good alcohol, and loud-booming music!

Cheers!!

p/s: Any of you noticed the new haircut I have??

My grandma and Grandpa. Honestly, I love them alot, whether they are both strict and abit old-fashioned. Nevertheless, this two is the only grandparents I am left with. Well, there's still a grandma on my mum's side, but she's not really my mum's mum. She's a stepmum to the family, so technically, we are not blood-related. I used to like her, but she keeps complaining and commenting on some petty things, and even said that I am not as bright as the other 'grandchildren' she has. So, since then, I've stopped liking her, and only talk to her whenever it's needed. So, I vowed to love this 2 grandparents I am left with, though my granddad can be really nasty at times. hehe...

You see the lays they're wearing on their necks? Look closely, it's actually dollar notes, folded and linked to one another. The green one is made of DOLLARS and the red one is made out of RM10 notes. Quite a good way to smuggle money out of the country, no? But it's a great gift, with abit of creativity. One way to give money to your loved ones, without actually having to give them a stack of money, but they can used it for accessories too!

Since it was Christmas, my uncle from Hawaii wanted all of the grandchildren to wear a Santa hat while singing the birthday song. Ok, my hat's abit different from the rest though. Something similar to Dr. Seuss..When my uncle showed the hat to me, I was like, "Hell..why do you enjoy embarassing us?..". He just answered my question by grinning.

Jon got the super long christmas hat, coz he's the eldest grandchild! The whole dinner could be considered ala-Hawaii coz the whole family has something over their necks!

Hahha, the leng chai is my brother..haha..nolah! Leng chai is my other cousin from London. One year younger than my brother (in red) but really, he is really good looking. If we weren't blood-related..hehhheeeeee.....

It ended pretty well, really..but with minor problems here and there. What do you expect, coz we had 10 tables, and the entire dinner caused our family about 7 grand. But what was most important is how my granddad feels about it, since he's the birthday boy. Just hopes he lives a long way, and there will be more birthday dinners..

I wouldn't be around for New Year's so probably would wanna do a lil recap about how's life, being 20..

I started the year, drinking 'Swing+Coke' and lotsa other liqour, which I have a problem to remember now. I knew a friend, whom had some troubles of her own, but we met, and we are still friends. But, it was a great start, with no sleeping, and dimsum that very morning, and lotsa heart to heart conversations till the next afternoon. It was a great way to start a new year though.

Fast forward, had my 20th birthday 'lunch+tea' in Kopitiam Junction in Parade with a small group of friends.
How would I put it, it was a small lil celebration, but I wasn't really feeling the excitement. Can you believe it, I was practically emo throughout the whole thing, and have them to push you into the fitting room to tryout the skimpy clothes they bought for you..it added up the pressure. People were constantly reminding me that it was time to really change the way I look, wear sexily, do something with myself, forget about the stupid moronic past and just live happily..

Remember how I used to loathe 5th of May? (due to the stupid accident?..)
It had a little twist this year, with my wallet being picked from my pocket, and I lose all my important personal documents. However, I gained something in the end, or rather someone, whom I have been loving since.

Things were also not as smooth-sailing in UNi, when work started pilling up and I missed talking to friends back home. I practically left Ipoh for a few months, and no one knew where I was. Extra curricular activities took the toll of my life, and somehow, this time I wasn't complaining. In fact, things like this would be something I want to do, when I've graduated.

It was also during this year I've started to grow more closer to my other coursemates, especially the 2 people from South Africa, whom I respect dearly, which proves the point that "Colour isn't really much of a problem.." Imagine teaching them how to gamble with the Chinese and doing that in a field trip, when we were supposed to be doing something serious. It's things like this which you know you would never forget. I know I wouldn't.

Come 2nd Year of my degree, work gets more serious, people's colours seem to be more obvious. Their true colours, I mean. I've learn to be more independant, well at least if I want something to be done, my way that is. There were more field trips this time, and yes, we had to do mosque-visiting too..

We had our first 'BIG' group project with all faculties combined.

The same year I've learned that different people, have different kind of characteristics. I finally know why some people couldn't understand what I say, because I tend to mumble everytime I talk fast. The very 2nd half of the year, I grew more introvert, I excluded myself from my other friends, and stuck to a few only. And this year, I knew I made a mistake for doing so.

Being 20, going to 21, is not really as enjoying as I longed it to be. In fact, with the addition age, I am expected to act my age, with no temper, and to accept everything the older generation says. Yes, I had a fight with my parents, and my grandparents, and it was due to generation gap.
This year, I enjoyed my freedom, and trust bestowed by my parents, and I met a few new people. I learned how to accept who I am, and to come out from where I've been hiding. I've tried to correct my mistakes, and although flaws can't be eliminated thoroughly, but 2008 is still a new beginning. For me to start over, for the bad to end.

Happy New Year! (in advance!) and I would be celebrating (though I still have no idea how) in KL.
I am off to packing and shall see you Next Year.