And so it is...

And so it is...

The way to be truly happy is to resolve internal conflicts, overcome your fear and don't let your insecurities and weaknesses taunt you.

Then, one would find oneself to be at peace with oneself and generally with the world, to be contented with life and see every life's events as a piece of a puzzle in the big picture.









It's that easy.

I just have to vent

I would not believe 95% of sentences of fact with the word "never" in it. The word "never" is probably one of the most absolute word in the english language because it implies eternity... infinity and beyond. It means (in the context used in the sentence) that it is absolute for eternity... which is basicaly the highest degree of certainty, ever. It also means that under no circumstances will the context of which the word is used will change.

For example:

I will NEVER be a man.

That literally implies that I will never go through a sex change operation and I am certain (to it's highest degree of certainty) that for time without end, I will never ever be a man.

Some people don't quite grasp the gravity of that word. It slightly annoys me when people say "never" when they mean " didn't" or "won't" but that is not the point of this post.

I would totally disregard 95% of sentences of fact (very often used within the context of promises) with the word "never" in it because generally, people, in our limited capacity of will, mind, knowledge of the future are simply put, incapable for stating something so absolute for eternity. The last time I checked, eternity is a very very long time. Between now and eternity, we simply cannot predict circumstances and even our own state of mind which a reasonable man would think he has control of most of the time.

5 years ago, I could state that Perak would never have 2 MBs. Nuff said.

My point is, don't be a snobhead...

Statements like:

"I will never sleep with someone else's husband"
or
"I will never poo in my pants"

... simply means that if in any circumstance, when you laughed so hard and accidentally shat in your pants, you'd be a hypocrite.

If you want to make a statement with the word "never" in it, be prepared to stick with it till your dying day.

English question..

A historical event or an historical event?

I need inspiration.

15 days into the over-rated new year and I've already been through a heck of a sucky ride. Ya know? The kind of rides in theme park that you have gone for but wish you hadn't and then it's too late to get your money back because what's done's done?

It's times like these you wish you had the ability of hiro from heroes where you can stop and travel through time and change things. I've been watching too much heroes for my own good... i am constantly wishing for things that are impossible now. Oh well.

I just have a feeling this year's going to be really tough for me. Personally. It's going to be a year of emotional days that goes on forever.

From my friends, I can only ask for grace and tolerance. I just need to go through what I am going through.

People always talk about the things they hate about work. Maybe it's the boss, maybe the pay isn't good enough, maybe the working hours is ridiculous, maybe there is no meaning to what they do... the list is endless!

But there's always a reason why they're still there eventhough they hate it. Maybe it's because of a collegue, maybe it's because they see a potential in advancement in their career, maybe because they're comfortable... again, the list here is endless.


Here's my reason:


I learn.

And I learn from watching the little ones.

Sometimes, when I am frustrated with the stress of the workload and the boss, somehow there will be ONE kid (it's different everytime) that will make my day.

It takes just one.

One smile.
One acknowledgement.
One conversation.
One cheeky laugh.


So many times, one would question the potential difference one's life would make. After all, he is just one.

All it takes is one...

One PolPot- Khmer Rouge in Cambodia,
One Adolph Hitler - the holocaust in Germany
One terrorist- lives of 2974 people taken. 911 in America

One Nelson Mandela- end of apartheid in South Africa
One Aung San Suu Kyi- fight for democracy and human rights in Burma
One Gandhi- independence for India.

However, it is not just about changing the world. Sometimes, it's just about making someone smile.


We might not be heroes but each of us have one opportunity that is, our very life.


See how that one kid made me come up with such an inspiring blog post?

Amazing!

A month ago, I started working part time in a tuition centre nearby. Kumon. You might have heard of it. It adopts a somewhat different method of teaching math and english- the kumon method, that is.

I am a math teaching assistant.

Kumon adopts a self learning method which is very home-school ish. No single teacher standing in front of the class, writing on a white board and shouting her lungs out for attention. Instead, we have students walking in at convenient (for them) times and them proceeding to firstly, hand up their homework, and get their classwork and corrections of previous homework. These students would sit quietly and finish up their worksheets within a specific time bracket and then handing them up to the teaching assistants sitting in front (ie, me). These teaching assistants would mark worksheets and in the meantime, guide these students to proceed with the other, well, procedures such as number board, number writing, oral drill etc etc which i shall not bore you with.

Kumon discourages finger counting. It encourages mental calculations through number counting.

I, myself, was not kumon-trained. I have done maths the conventional way- ie, counting fingers and then proceeding to counting my toes if my fingers are not enough. I might not be the best in math but I did pretty alright in school... well that might be an understatement... I was pretty good with math in school because I had a kick-ass math tuition teacher, Mrs Dhillon who would make sure that you damn well finish up the heaps of homework she would give. And well, practice is the key.

But then again, there are alot out there who claim that the kumon method is indeed, genious. Ming's accountant friends who did the kumon method can do faster mental calculations than the average accountant, apparently.


It doesn't matter either way.

I was thinking to myself that I wouldn't send my kids to a kumon tuition centre. I would rather spend my money on investing in something they would actually enjoy- instruments, dance, art etc. Furthermore, it enhances the qualification of an individual. I, for example, would need to use my fingers to calculate 16-8 but I also have a grade 8 in piano for both practical and theory the ABRSM examination board.


But hey, that's just what I think.

If you have an opinion, email me: caryna@gmail.com

That that doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.



I was just thinking of life. About the trials that one goes through in one's life. And about the wounds as they might inflict. And how, as these wounds are healing, one would usually find oneself laughing at the circumstances that were horrible and depressing at the time of wounding.

I laugh because well, if I'm not laughing, I'm simply missing the point.

To all you people who talk behind other people's back and put on a fascade in front of them...

Yeah... FUCK YOU!

There's a name for you... TRAITORS.

FUCKING TRAITORS.

Fucking conniving sons of bitches. One day, the truth will be out and I would love to see you show your face then.

I really hope you'd go through what you've put others through just to get a taste of your own fucking medicine. All you do is hurt people. Ask yourself if they deserve any of it. Ask yourself if they need any of your CRAP.

Seriously. Fuck you.

Something is missing from my life. The problem is that I have no idea what is. I need more to life.

I'm FINALLY going to BANGKOK tomorrow. WOOHOO. I've waited since Febuary for this. SHOPPING and THAI FOOD... HERE I COMEEEEEE!!!!

*hops around*

Photographs

Photographs are amazing because they make you remember... even when you don't want to. Each tells a story of a moment in time. To each, it's own uniqueness and style. Each photograph has a story behind it's 604 x 453 frame.

I was looking back on my 6.14 gigs worth of photos for the lack of anything better to do. It's funny how even when I so want to delete some ancient photos of the days before I discovered the wonders of make-up and exercise, I can't bring myself to. They make me think of the place where I was at the time. And if you look behind every story behind every picture, you'll discover a greater depth of stories behind the stories itself. It's so far and so near at the same time- the embarassing and foolish days of adolescence, the simpler and more complicated times, the hideous clothes and the memories of old.


It's awesome that we move on. It's great that there are always new photographs that will one day be archived into the "past" folder and there will always be moments in life where we look back and see something that we've never seen before. We'll look at these photos and then discover the stories behind the stories that they tell. Some faces will always be there in the majority of the folders, some would come in halfway so they make up the quarter and some faces are just one off and then not there for a very long time. "My pictures" in my documents is organic... almost like a life on it's own except that it is my "life" and my stories.



On a slightly lighter note as opposed to my already light preceeding paragraphs to this post... these days seem so long ago! I just had to post them up because it's funny and there's no way we would be hanging out in parks for no reason and walking lanterns during the moon-cake festival now... right? :)



































Good times good times!

memory lane

Oh man I'm so glad I have a blog... even when no one reads my blog... that's cool because at the end of the day... it's just me and my blog. The both of us. I'll be the 40 year old lady with 34 cats and a blog. HUGS blog.

It's a funny thing because reading the old posts from my early days is like waking into a museum with all my noted down life all framed up. It's funny how I used to be so happy receiving 20 ringgits at my Hari Anugerah Cemerlang for getting 8As in SPM because it fills up half my petrol tank. HALF a 1.5 litre engine petrol tank for RM20!!! Do you remember the days??!?!?!? Today, my full tank (1.5 litre engine) costs RM 90. Like my daddy would say... nooo jokeee mannnn!!

Funny.

On a more depressing note...


Life's is tough.

I do realise that it doesn't get easier...


Even when you're reaching 50 and everything in life is supposedly in place.


I'm just praying that I would be strong enough to face it. My life is practically on a silver platter because I'm so blessed with everything that God has given me and I'm so grateful for everything.


People are always stronger than they think they are.

Love,
Your 21 year old self. xoxo

I'm actually the worst blogger in the world. My links are so outdated! I'm getting rid of them for now... til I actually get the botheredness to update them. Ah. Laziness overcomes all.

Facebook... best thing since sliced bread.

Rain on your wedding day

I suddenly miss England. I suddenly miss the liberty I had to drink water from taps. I miss the hot tap and the cold tap and how they are usually seperate- doing the dishes is so much easier that way! I miss the chewy american-style (ironic, i know) cookie I would get in the bakery corner in Asda. I miss the pubs. I miss jacket potatoes for lunch. I miss the covered drains. I miss how I could leave a half eaten chocolate bar on the kitchen table and not worry about ants, lizards, rats, roaches, tigers and flamingos and still eat it the very next morning. Crisp wouldn't go soggy either if you leave it out without securing it in an air-tight container. I miss the efficient public transportation system. I miss taking 2 hours to do my grocery shopping eventhough I only end up buying an apple and a bag of kettle chips because grocery shopping is so fun there. I miss the traffic lights that would turn yellow before they turn green. I miss the awesome wine and delicious cheese on fresh bread. Yum. I also miss how people actually show up on time.

The grass is always greener on the other side... and in this case, the grass is literally greener in England.

Oh well...


But that's because I miss that once-familiar place.



I can't wait to see what or rather, where is next.

Have you seen that photo of the guy with the tattoo of the cat’s butt hole where his belly button is?





























What I would love to know is... just what the heck was he thinking?

God has given me so much to be thankful for. He's put such wonderful people in my life and provided me with more than what I need. One of those people that I'm so grateful for is my brother, Kenneth.

I mean, Kendrick's (my youngest brother) great too but that's another post. He he.

Kenneth is one of the the most considerate, most faithful, most thoughtful, most humble, most responsible and most awesome person I know. He's thought me so much about God, life and people in the weirdest of ways. He's 2 years younger than I am but he's shown so much maturity and wisdom that would silence even me.

Truly one of my best friends albeit annoying at times but that's cool. He puts up with me too.

You're awesome, Kenneth. I thank God for you.

Love,

Your irritating sister you want to punch sometimes.

I was just reading some stories of a friend whom I met last year, Tim Parker. He's truly a brilliant writer and I really can't think of a better way to express oneself. Anyway, here is one of his stories...

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Choices

We sit in the dull, pale orange light of my father's kitchen. Wisps of steam rise elegantly from the kettle on the stove and seem to hang in limbo half way to ceiling before resolving into nothing. I'm concerning myself with a detailed study of my mug.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" My father is a weary man. Gray liberally coats his three day stubble and the unrully patch of corse black hair on his scalp.

Looking up from my tea, "Same old crap," I say. It's hard to make eye contact with him. His eyes rest their weight on me gingerly. He's trying not to be annoyed--it's late, and i'm robbing him of his favorite activity. "I thought I was past this you know. Though I was mature, grown up, finally a man. But every time I think I'm there I realize how small I am, and how much of a boy there still is in me."

He sighs. His turn to study the swirling brown translucence in his mug. "Being a man isn't something that happens one day and then you've made it. It isn't like graduating." He pauses, looks up at me. There is pain his eyes. "Being a man means choosing every day, every hour, every damn minute to be one. That smallness, the squirming insecurity, it never goes away. There isn't a day that goes by I don't want to run away and wait for my dad to make it all okay. The man has been dead for twenty years and I still wish he were around to clean up my messes. But he's not here, and I'm too old to fix all the things you make go wrong."

"I don' want you to." But it's a lie.

"I know you don't, but isn't that why you came here tongiht? Thought I could tell you some secret man formula that will make you not afraid anymore? There isn't a formula. We're all afraid. Afraid we'll fail, that we're not good enough. For our jobs, or our wives, or our kids. The fear doesn't go away. Being a man doesn't mean not being afraid, it's the choice do what you have to even though you're afraid. To take responsibilty even when it's scarry and you don't understand it and you know you're gonig to let somebody down. You have to decide everyday, inspite of yourself, to be something better. To try and be more--stronger, braver, more faithful than that boy inside you."

"Does it ever get easier?"

"Not till you're dead."



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People are like onions. There are many folds and fascades to each kind. Some fascades might be alright, some great, some annoying but it basicaly comes in a package... the whole onion in itself.
The question is, do we really want to go through all the peeling process where there will be loads of tears involved or do we just want to chop them up roughly so we don't have to drop a tear. Most people obviously just chop the onion up. Quick and easy. The odd shapes of onion wedges will then be tossed somewhere else and then slowly de-layered where necessary so they don't have to deal with the slow process of de-layering it with their fingers. Furthermore, the fingers would smell like onions for a very very long time and it's in no way, appealing or sexy because I've never met a guy/girl who gets turned on by the smell of onions.

I wish people would be more like eggs where it's easy to crack. Get straight to the core and work on it because the truth is, onions aren't really that great anyway. Onions makes people's breath stink so a huge ammount of mentos is needed to neutralise it.

I blabbling... yet again.


I need some sleep.


On a sidenote, eggs and onions would be a great combination... they become omelette.

You are who you pretend to be. So, be careful who you pretend to be.

It is now 6.03 am in the morning and I'm sitting on my dressing table thinking oh shucks, how am I suppose to flippin survive tomorrow (which incidentally, is today). My alarm is gonna go off in an hour and a half from now.

I have just encountered one of the worst feelings in the world- waking up in the middle of the night thinking "did i fall asleep or not?" and not being able to go back to sleep because the mind refuses to stop (perhaps, debating whether I actually drifted or not- oh the irony).



Oh wellums. Brace yourself, Cary.



Shucks- limbs are aching.

Not cool.

Not cool at all.

Lent

I've decided that I'll be giving up chocolates for lent. So don't put chocolates in front of me til easter, ya'll. xoxo

With the coming of my 21st birthday and the buzz of the elections... I have been tapping into the realm of politics in this country a little bit. Instead of ignoring conversations about politics, I would listen and instead of fighting for the remote so I can watch brainless kardashians or something ridiculous on E! Channel, I would try and sit as long as I can while my dad watches the 1.30 news on TV3.



I've not been totally ignorant all this while. For example, I always knew who our current prime minister was/is. HAHA. I know that doesn't count for anything considering how we only had a grand total of 2 names to memorise. So truth be told... that is a lie. I have been ignorant. I couldn't be bothered and until now, I'm not totally bothered. I am just trying to be a good public law student but that's better than not caring I suppose.



So my question is this.... is there any point of voting in Malaysia?



The current reigning party has been warming up the seats in the dewans for all my life now. Opposition simply does not exists.



Because the other parties were never given the chance to win (like, ever)... we as Malaysians have NO idea what we are supposed to expect. They can either be:



1. totally sucky, or

2. really really good



But we don't like change. We don't like trying new things. So how?

What if, by some sorta miracle, a tiny opposition wins... would that be SO bad? Maybe it's what we need! Maybe it can be a wake up call to those E!Channel watching youngsters (yours truly included) to flippin vote the next time if it's a screw up.



I would think that it would make sense, if i were an american citizen (for example) to vote. What I would do is listen to the speeches on TV, read about the promises that people are making to make the country a better place yada yada yada and then choose the president that I think would best represent MY country.



But why vote here when options are zero and our minds cannot conceive what it out of the norm would be?

As I was expressing my sentiments to mum, she said the whole country would be screwed if everyone thought like me. Haha. So true. I can hear uncles talking in my head already-tsk tsk... younger generation... all spoilt and ignorant... how's the future of the country going to be?

The point of my post is not that there isn't a point to vote.

The point is that there isn't a point FOR ME to vote. Can someone please convince me why I should be bothered? Don't give me an excuse that sounds something like... "ohhh if you think like that and if everybody also thinks like that then nobody's gonna vote, then the country how?". But hey, the fact is that not everyone thinks like me and the fact is that everyone's got their own opinions. I'm opened to those opinions. I want to hear reasons. I want to hear thoughts. I wanna hear convictions.

It's not like voting doesn't take an effort. I would rather use the effort driving somewhere and then lining up in a humid place somewhere (after I've registered, of course) to go shopping in bangsar for my white bag (which I'm still searching for by the way). Call me shallow, fine. At least I'm putting it out there. Most people already think like me, I'm positive. The difference with me is that I'm willing to change.

So please, have a conversation with me. Guide me to sites/articles or whatever that might change my mind.

x

My long hiatus was going to be longer.

A friend asked what happened to my blog and I said that I've decided to give up blogging because it's just not that convenient anymore.

He then jokingly asked how was I going to take on xiaxue if i stopped blogging.

...


But that's not the reason I'm blogging now. No no... my ultimate goal in life is not to be the next xia xue. That just brought up another good point... what is my goal in life? I not someone who can sit and watch life pass me by. I am more of a go-getter. Someone who wants, sees it and then gets it. I need to know what I want. Oh the pressure.


It's 4.23am and I'm feeling rather peckish. But I'm exercising self control because eating before sleeping makes people get fat and it is not a myth. So this post that you're reading right now? It's a distraction... from me getting any fatter. So pat yourselves on the back for using your reading abilities for the greater good.

Maybe no one reads me anymore. Maybe I'm talking to myself.

But that's cool. I'll read myself eventually. Funny thing.

I'm in the process of sorting my life out.

Choosing what I want to study is an effort and a half. Not only do I have to think for myself... I have to try and please my family. Where is the line in between? I'm not too sure.


Peace is what I need to feel. Peace. Peace with what I'm doing. Ease in the heart, aint it? The one that surpasses all understanding. Question is when the heck is it suppose to come for it to feel right? If i'm in between 2 options and I feel peace for both of it at this point, how am i supposed to know the degree of peace that would conquer he weaker option. Ah... maybe I do know what I'm meant to do. But what if I'm wrong... what if i regret it in the middle and the peace suddenly disappears.



Oh great.


Oh green blog... how I've missed you. Absorbing all my feelings of the moment but then not solving any of my problems... just what every girl needs.


Now now... I think I finally feel myself drifting off. Brilliant- just when I was going to get all emotional and reflective on my life.


Oh well... I suppose you should watch this space. Late nights and hunger does something to me... it makes me blog. Hurrah.


xoxo

A note to me

A note to me.


I am unemployed. I am also sitting in my flat on this lovely tuesday morning thinking oh my gawddd.... how did time just fly by without me as I reminisce about my past year living this random life. I could not have asked for a better year and a better apprentiship and a better experience altogether. It is weird thinking that everything will be different now... moving back to normality, leaving this weird almost-home place and saying goodbye not knowing if I will ever see my friends again in the future. But it is time to move on... and hell yeahhhh I am so ready.

This journey of self-discovery and seeing a little bit of the world has left me feeling ready and excited... almost feeling like I can take on whatever life brings my way the next stages in life.





Awesome.


Anyway...


I also could not have asked for a better night last night... cooked curry for my lovely friends, went for a gig and stayed up watching brokeback mountain over tea and bread with stilton and apricot cheese and came home this morning. I was just thinking that nights like that might never come again and it feels weird although I know that it will be fun with friends at home too. *wink wink*.



Ahhhh. To my friends back home... let me introduce you to a few lovely people because I have some photos from last night.


















This is the lovely Jon Dean. Voice of reason and wisdom.


















This is Esther who is just the coolest chick i know and omg bad picture of me... btw, I don't do cam-whoring anymore... so what you see are first attempts... :)

















The beautiful Lisa whose birthday was yesterday and this was taken in the summer.


















Mike from South Africa... I've only just met him...love him already because he's loads of fun.


















Ollie Dare. The guy who changed my perception of sound engineering and production altogether. The guy who thought me the difference between the production involved in a hillsong and a soul survivor conference. He is the production apprentice and he is just amazing at what he does.


















Jane... who is an inspiration and a friend i love to bits. Ian is the new production apprentice who does media and he is amazing at what he does.



















Calum Dyke... best last name ever! Summer temp and amazing conversation buddy.

















Ben... yeah. You know Ben.

















OHhhh and Chris Smith... funny guy whom I love and respect. He sits beside me at work and keeps me sane.

YEahhhhhhhh there ya go....


I'm gonna have to do my last bits of packing now. I'm going to manchester to visit Gavin from Tmn Tun tomorrow. Fun!

Samsonite's failed me

"Let's be serious about life, shall we? You're not gonna be able to pack all your stuff to go home with you."

Gemma, flatmate



She is right.


Let's just look at the situation... I am allowed 20 kgs in my check-in luggage and to make matters worse, I am only allowed ONE hand carry INCLUDING my lap top. HOW RIDICULOUS IS THAT?

So- you're telling me that I have to put my laptop in it's bag IN my hand carry? OHhh and you're also saying that I cannot bring handbags with me and that has to go in my hand carry too?

So I have to bring my year's long worth of life back in within 20 KGS?


Now, I know it's not meant to be realistic...


BUT...


I have sent back about 20 KGS worth of stuff with my parents last month and I've also send back 15 KGS INCLUDING MY HUGE zara winter coat (whichprobably weighed 14 kgs and took up half of my hand carry on the way here) with my mum in March so TECHNICALLY, it should be possible.



WRONG.


I'm so sorry guys- souveniers would literally be like having me wearing a UK size 6 pair of jeans- I would wish but it is utterly impossible.


It's a good thing I'm working for Soul Survivor and they're sending 2 interns in our direction with Mike and Deano in December. I am totally gonna use their baggage allowance.






Ok... enough depressing news for now...


I can't wait for christmas. Let's make it good this year people!!!


C x

OMG pictures!

Scotland was gorgeous. Guys up there seem much better looking although they speak funny and wear skirts. I should definitely go up there more often! :D





I also found out this week that I will be working at the Belfast(Northern Ireland) and Cardiff (Wales) tour!! WOOHOO! That means I get to fly to northern Ireland!!! I love tours... here's a picture from the last one in Liverpool.

I also stumbled upon these photos of JD's farewell while looking for the one above... let me introduce (well, sorta)...

















Oli, Matt Nixon-James, Sam and Si Francis.

















A load of people.















Leanne Nixon-James from South Africa.


















Hannah...

... who's engaged to Phil (they're my age AND getting married next year OMG).

Andy... who sings.

JD... who's.... just JD.

2 site pictures (for now)...

Emily... who I shared a bunka bin with on site... and we're going to barcelona together!! woohoo!

oOohhh and... and...

ELENOR!!! GORGEOUS BLUE EYED BABY! MELTS!!!

I will be going to Rome on Thursday so maybe I'll blog after that.

xoxo

I'm going on a series of HOLIDAYSSSSSS!!! WOOHOOOO!!!

I think everyone should take a year out abroad. It's one of the best things that has ever happened to me thus far therefore, everyone should do it!

Vague

I do wonder why.

Is it me? Is something wrong with me? Or are you just being a bitch and doing it on purpose?

DONE

Soul Survivor 2007 has officially ended.


I'm sleeping on my proper bed tonight!!! JOY!

It feels funny because it's been what we've been working for all year and it's all over. It feels like eating an ice-cream cone- you eat all the toppings, ice cream and the cone to get to the best part (which is the bottom where the chocolate is) and then when all the ice cream is gone you think... now, which dessert should I have next (?) because the ice cream cone is just not enough and the craving doesn't stop there.

It was amazing seeing God doing amazing things. It's spiritually refreshing but mentally and physically tiring like crazy. I've met legendary people whom I may never ever see again in my life, experienced things that I may have never experienced should I not have been here, over-sang all the cliche soul survivor songs during the main meetings until I'm as of now, officially sick of most of them and seen things I would have never imagined to see. I'm really grateful for the experience and I would definately love to come back next year (or maybe the year after that) but I know it would never be the same again *but that is not a bad thing*.

I will *hopefully* post up the handfull *literally... because taking loads of pictures is just something I don't do much anymore because it's culturally touristey and frowned upon* of pictures that I took sometime soon-ish. :D Sounds promising eh?


On a different note, thanks to all of you who cared enough to write or call me after that emo post of mine. It's nice to know that some people care. I do feel better but I haven't had the time to update my blog with a more bubly post as I've been incredibly busy doing stuff I don't remember what they are now.


We do get a whole week off-work next week. I will use my time the whole of next week:
1. keep in touch as much as I can- email replies and chats,
2. think about my next step in life,
3. plan my parents' holiday with me in September,
4. sort out my life in general and
5. shop.


It will be good. I will be productive and I will use my time wisely. Amen.


I can't believe August is ending already. Flippin egg.


By the way, does anyone know of a good violin teacher? I wanna pick up a 2nd instrument.

Brrr.

I am FREEZING COLD!

Flippin summer and it's festivals. It's like cold shower during winter with no heating in your room. Flip.me.


It's day 4 of Soul Survivor B. One more day and then pack down and then I'm actually DONE-ish.



I'm going home soon, people. Whether you want me to or not. x