Someday, I'll Take The World by Storm!

First day of exam. Well done, actually. PA 2 was 3 hours long. I, however, managed to finish it 40 minutes before time was up. Not what I had planned or even expected. In the morning, before the exam, almost everyone had their nose buried in their books. Everyone except me of course, accompanied by Dinesh, who was sneezing to much to stay still long enough to read. We laughed and talked and acted like little kids before heading to recess. I had my normal Nasi Lemak and Dinesh had his almost normal 2 plates of Nasi Lemak. Visha with her tuna sandwiches and Romina with her predictable diet of Apollo biscuits. When we were back in class, I had a stick of Apollo biscuit in my mouth which Romina gave me. Dinesh, being the three year old he sometimes is, took the remaining half and swallowed it. I chased him around the class. Never mess with a girl's food. Least of all this girl's food. I was serious (kinda). I chased him around until he promised to buy me some Apollo tomorrow. Yay me!

Anyway, Dinesh's sneezing become worse as time wore on and by the time everyone was halfway through with their paper, he had finished up at least 3 packets of tissue. Poor thing. He's definitely coming up with something (here I am stating the obvious). I hope he gets well though, not only because of all the trees he's killing with the use of each tissue but because I can't imagine how terrible it is trying to answer questions when you're constantly sneezing. "Obesiti disebabkan oleh..." *ACHOO!* "...pengambilan makanan berlemak secara..." *ACHOO!* "...berlebihan." *ACHOO!*. You get my point. At least tomorrow won't be too hard. MUET is the least of his problems.

Speaking of troublesome subjects. I found out today that many of my classmates (the ones who take History) usually only get half over twenty-five for their essays. In the last exams, The highest score was 3/25. Wow! I'm really happy I gave it up. Apparently Form 6 History is way more complicated than the one in Form 5. I think (and am secretly hoping - though it's not much of a secret now) that English Literature will be a breeze compared to History. I don't want to do bad. I don't mind not being amazing at it, seeing as we haven't really done much, but getting a satisfactory grade is a must. Otherwise, we'll be stuck with History. Nightmare scenario! I'm not panicking though, at least not really, because I don't think anything can be worse than history. History in museums and paintings and plays are much more spellbinding than the ones we get in textbooks. I think the system needs a little shakeup. Developing a more interesting way of grinding antiquated facts into our brains should be a priority (since history really is important - says the girl who isn't taking the excruciating subject).

Anyway, I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be one boring day. I've finished reading the book "13 Little Blue Envelopes" by Maureen Johnson. It's a wonderful book. Fantastical but somehow real at the same time. Magical and yet sad. I really like it. The first time I read it, all I thought was, 'What an interesting journey to take.' Not that I'd even consider it back then. Now, however, I find myself fantasising about the day I'll get myself a backpack and do what 'Peg' did. Granted, I don't have her talent or courage or spunk, but I think I'll survive. I have a feeling that, once I've made enough money to get started, I won't have any problems travelling around the world, doing odd jobs to survive. Redecorating a cafe that's going bankrupt sounds like a ball. I know I probably sound insane right now but there's something romantic about travelling the world, seeing things both usual and unusual, working my way through each adventure and ending up where I should be - at home, content and loved. It might be unbelievable, but at this moment in time, I have all the confidence in the world that I will one day have an around the world adventure worthy of a novel. I just have to go through the normal pangs of the 'terrible teen' years and maybe some 'young adult' life before setting off into the sunset to begin my adventures across the seven seas. World, here I come! (in a few years.... I know you'll wait :))

Bummer

Magic onion was a no go. It didn't work out (for those of you who laughed when you read yesterday's post, I guess I set myself up for it to begin with). Anyway, my flu, instead of getting better, got a lot worse. My fever was raging all through the day and is only just calming down now. My nose is complete blocked and my body feels terribly weak. I've also lost a lot of weight, which is normal for me when I get sick.

The last time I had the flu was on the 7th of December. It wasn't this bad, though. Just the flu, sans the fever. I felt much better then. Imagine, it's only been 2 days in my new school, and I have to skip the rest of the week. All thanks to this abysmal virus. Well, hopefully I'll feel better by Monday. I have a lot of catching up to do and I really need to be healthy. I'm psyched to do the best I can for Form 6 and Monday is when I really start. I don't mean just academically either. They have a Catholic Students Society in LSPJ and I want to get involved. I'm going t o have to build up a lot of physical strength to handle the travelling and distance but I'm sure that won't be a problem. I can adapt.

Here, I want to mention a blog I came across. It's about a lady who is on a mission. Her blog is called New Dress A Day. It's awesome. She gets dresses, for a dollar each from thrift shops, and reinvents them. One dress each day. 365 days, 365 dollars, 365 dresses. This is perfect for the mood I'm in right now. I've always loved sewing and modifying my old clothes and her blog gives me a lot of ideas. Sure, I lack a sewing machine and any real training and knowledge in actual sewing, but that's nothing I can't work on. I have a few great ideas for some old clothes that I have, but I need a sewing machine, so that's my next goal. To get myself a sewing machine. I've always had this interest in old things. Old cars, old decors, and old styles. So, it's only natural that I want an old sewing machine. The totally manual kind, where I have to use my leg to keep it going. However, once I looked at some of the sewing machines for sale, the motor one's actually makes more sense. I can even sew stretchy materials with it as opposed to the traditional machine that one has once kind of stitch. I'm weighing my options and hopefully, once I have enough money, I'll get a good sewing machine. (They're not cheap, new ones. So, I wouldn't mind a second-hand sewing machine)

Well, that's all for now. I'm off to feel miserable again. See Blog ya later!

The Weird Girl and Magic Onion

So far, the new school has been good to me. They have very high standards but I think I'll be able to keep up if I work at it. I have two subjects to catch up on, BM and Economy, which I have never taken before. I'll work hard this year so that by next year, I'll be on the same level as everyone else. It's alot of work but I'm confident I can do it. I just need to keep reminding myself not to slack off (which is more of a habit than anything with me).

As for the people, they're not too bad either. Since everyone is new to me, it's been easier to fit in. They very friendly and although they're not on the same wavelength as me (I'm not holding myself to a higher standard, I just don't think the way most people do), but they're definitely closer to it than my other friends. Of course, I'm obviously under-exposed, being the Shah Alam raised girl that I am, so this might be a good experience. I'm having fun, for sure. Maybe giving more of myself to this school experience will make things even better so we'll see how it goes. As for now, I'm going to try as hard as I can to catch up and get into this Form 6 thing a little more whole-heartedly.

Moving on, I have the FLU! Argh! Not again. :( But do not fret, I say, for I have come across and ancient (not so ancient actually but it sounds nicer) form of remedy. It is said that to be rid of this wretched virus, all I have to do is place an onion in a bowl on my night stand while I sleep. When I wake up, I should be healed. Ergo, I will try out this ancient magic and let you know how I feel tomorrow. If it works, I shall be singing praises to God for his almighty wonders and if it does not go my way, I shall still sing to the glory of God for such a wondrously delicious fruit (I love onions by the way)
:)

I would love to give you an introduction to my classmates, but since I don't know them enough and I'm in no condition for another long post, I'll leave it here for now and get back to you tomorrow, if and hopefully when, the onion remedy works.

...Dreaming Up Reality...

We all have dreams. Well, my dreams are usually weird, fictional and kind of like watching a television show. However, last night, I had a dream that felt completely different. It didn't seem fictional and the feelings were very vivid. It wasn't anything like watching a television show. I've never had a dream like that before. My dreams usually start off funny but end up with the characters turning into monsters or something like that. This time though, it was boring at first, intriguing in the middle and ended with a happy and hopeful note.

However, I'm not going to write down what the dream was about here in this blog. It's not that it was personal, but it's something I want to keep to myself.

Moving on, my throat is really getting to me. It's making my voice sound husky and deep. I wouldn't mind except that it's difficult to laugh or even sing. I hope it gets better soon. Yesterday was really terrible. I took some orders but it was so hard to sound normal. There was one guy who wanted to drink something but didn't know what to get. So, he asked me for a recommendation. "Well, my favourite is the chocolate chip shake," I said with my husky voice. He didn't hear me :( So I repeated myself and through out his dinner he had 2 chocolate chip shakes and he ordered another to go! On his way out, he whispered thanks into my ears. Conclusion, I've converted another guest into a chocolate chip shake lover!!

You Won't Get Me!

I felt horrible yesterday. The flu attacked out of nowhere. I was dizzy and my limbs were fatigued. Luckily for me, working stabilised me a little. It was fun. But today, I'm on medical leave. I was just so exhausted. I feel so guilty about missing work. I'm definitely going tomorrow. Amy's back today and I'll only get to see her tomorrow :( Anyway, I can't wait to go back to work. There's not much to do here. There's housework, which I'm doing, but other than that, there's nothing.

I woke up at around 1pm. Then I had lunch. After that I just walked around the house in a daze. I didn't feel sick but I didn't feel healthy either. I was kind of lethargic I think. After that, I decided to sleep again (just to past the time). When I woke up, mom took me to the doctor to get my MC letter. I have to hand it in tomorrow.

I totally love closing shifts, but I just can't wait to go back to work and 5pm tomorrow, or rather today (I'm updating this blog and it's now 12.59am) seems like a long way to go. 16 hours to be exact. Anyway, I also found out that I'm actually a full timer. I thought that I was only working part time. Essentially, it doesn't really matter to me one way or the other, but it certainly feels different for some reason. When I got my first cheque, I felt so proud of myself. It was my first official salary. Before this, I worked with my mom so it didn't feel as good as this does. It was a good feeling back then but this is much better, much bigger. Depositing that cheque, my first official salary, was exhilarating.

Something the doctor said struck me. When my mom told him that I loved my job and that I couldn't wait to get back to work, he said "Yeah, that's how it is at the beginning". That got me thinking. What if this new found love for my job really is temporary? Would I be struggling to get up for work in a few weeks time? What would I do then? Quit? The money isn't the main reason I'm working anyway, so I could quit if I wanted to. But then (as always) my brain had an argument it itself. "Look at your brother," it said, "he's been working there for 2 years straight and he still loves it. So why wouldn't you be the same?". Good question.

After some analysing, I've determined that it all comes down to how I want to feel. If I want to keep feeling the way I do now about my job, that all I have to do is make that choice and it'll be done. Power of positive thinking. It's all in the mind. If my brain tells me to love my job then I undoubtedly will. I'll want to go to work, to see June almost everyday, to meet new guests and to wander around the mall during breaks. It won't get jaded. I won't let it.

Anyway, I can't seem to fall asleep now. I think it's because I slept too much in the day time. Now, my body isn't tired enough to sleep. I'm an insomniac for the day! Well, at least I have time to figure out what to wear tomorrow. I'm thinking of wearing a skirt. But then again, I'm on the closing shift so maybe a skirt may not be such a good idea. Slacks then, with a nice blouse. Yup, that sounds good :)

Oops! Mom's asking me to go to bed. I guess I should. So, see you next time on 'Life With Kathy!'