Friday 15 July 2016

giving love always

Treasure those who matter, because we never know how long God is lending them to us. ☺️

We never know when our last time seeing them would be, nor do we know which Whatsapp message to them would be our last.

Give love, always!


Saturday 25 June 2016

maybe

Maybe, just maybe, we should have swallowed our pride and put our egos aside for those who matter.

Friday 6 May 2016

to the best

For always putting up with me and my horrible, ridiculous antics, for being a source of inspiration, for having faith, for bringing out the best in me...




... you deserve the very best in life.

Friday 18 March 2016

brexit

Soooo... You ever wonder what PMS is all about? 

Ok, sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story

This monstrosity took place just a couple of hours ago, set in a classroom of eight students. Anything the teacher said is in bold.


"Anyone knows why investors aren't very confident to invest in the UK at the moment?" 

Silence. Teacher expects an answer.

I thought about it. Err... dunno... OH wait... Is it because we don't know whether the UK is going out of the EU, so we can't really predict the economy if it DOES exit the EU?

Prolonged silence.

"Anyone remember? We did this (during the) last lesson."

We did talk about exiting the EU, right? But waaaaait what else did we discuss on Wednesday? Ummm something about trains, is that relevant? 

I looked at Thatana and Nelynn. Guys say something! It's been 30 whole seconds of silence. Please save us. If I could turn around without being obvious, I would have undoubtedly looked at everyone else, because goshhh my classmates are super smart, they make me feel extremely tiny every time. 

"Starts with B..."

At this point, I knew for sure that I was wrong. The UK going out of the EU doesn't exactly start with a B, nor does that sentence has any B in it.

"Brexit."

OH. British Exit. Britain exiting the EU.

Talk about the sweet taste of disappointment. 

Fast forward to approximately five minutes before the end of the lesson. 

"What's the formula for productivity?" 

Well, productivity is output per worker, right? So... number of output over number of workers? 

Teacher looked at us, we looked at teacher... repeat 10 times"Number of output over number of workers."

NOT AGAIN. For goodness sake, Sabrina, next time, speak up. Don't be such a coward, chances are you're right and you'll feel good! And even if you're wrong, who cares! What matters is you try. That's what counts. 

So, next question. "What's the formula for unit labour cost?" 

This is it. It's time. There's no turning back now. You got this, you're larger than life. Do it. "Umm... average cost over number of workers?" I blurted. (Let's all ignore the fact that my "answer" came out as a question.)

Silence. My pail of confidence rolled down the hill. So much for dreaming big. 

"Um... total... cost... over number of workers?" I tried again, albeit fully convinced that I was going to get it wrong nonetheless. Yolo.

"Close. Total cost over output." 

OF COURSE. Of course I would have the worst possible timing. Whyyyy is it that every time I do try, it somehow ends up false? 

But hey, it's no problem, we learn from mistakes... I'm totally chill... whoa wait what... what are my eyes doing? Oh my God, are they... watering? OMG. DON'T FALL. DON'T EMBARRASS YOURSELF MORE THAN YOU ALREADY DID. 

DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME, EYES, NOT RIGHT NOW. 


By the time class ended, I had two whole buckets of water. But phew, there wasn't even a single drop. I'm too cool for that. I blinked them away, feeling cool and composed.


The moment I stepped out of the room, BAM, Niagara Falls. Which lasted longer than I would ever admit.

No, I didn't cry, sheesh, I'm cool. A mere leakage problem was all.

Just them PMS hormones being a drama queen, anyway. *Flips tudung.*

Tuesday 17 November 2015

into november

2 months has passed since summer break.

Ok, let's see what I've been doing in this country so far.

Coping terribly with LDR, moved houses twice, endured countless rereading of a very cheesy personal statement, ate too much Ben & Jerry's (I'm taking advantage. Neither Jason's nor Jaya Grocer can beat the flavour range and price here), braved bad Skype connections, figured how to use the washing machine (and the dryer!!! unfortunately I can never tell what I can or can't put in, do they really need that many symbols just to ruin my favourite 2012 Olympics tee), drooled outside the Mulberry store, learnt how to make Nasi Lemak (scratch that, I've forgotten it by now.)

And oh... I almost forgot! Second year of A Levels.

What is life...

Wednesday 16 September 2015

not doing that




IT'S ONLY THE SECOND DAY KEEP YOUR PHONES AWAY PLEASE






And then we went to Ain's, where monkeys broke loose.



Um... ok... do whatever that thing you guys want...

"Let's do this!" someone exclaimed, demonstrating a certain pose. 

"Oh no no that's it I'm out of here."



Ok, that picture in the recipe book is totally photoshopped. I'm officially starting a stop-setting-unrealistic-expectations-2K15 movement.



May God accept it from us and from you.