I'm so excited

Tomorrow! =D

So you see

I should be freaking out over the fact that SPM is like in one and a half month's time. I should join the rest of the gang burying myself in books, buying workbooks, doing workbooks, tearing up workbooks and stuff like that.

But I'm not.

Oh, and I've changed my diet. More calcium this time. I need bigger bones =S While half the world is worrying about getting smaller I'm trying to make myself bigger. Pffpth. The irony.

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I so happened to get bored this particular day and I decided to search up the most unexpected words one would search for in an online dictionary. Here's what I found.

=D

I think I'm going nuts

What do you call someone who has this overwhelming urge to pull out his hair?

No, it's not a trick question. Here we have people screaming over going bald and here I am willfully pulling it out strand by strand.

Man, no wonder SPM stands for Sijil Penyakit Mental.

Romans 8:28

And we know that in all things
God works for the good of those who love him,
Who have been called according to His purpose.




You hold my world in your hands.

Psalms 18:35-36

You give me your shield of victory;

Your right hand sustains me;

You stoop down to make me great.

You boarden the path beneath me,

So that my ankles do not turn.

I love you, O Lord, my strength. (vs 1)

After one week...

...You would've think that I'm dead already.

Just to sum it up, in the past 8 days I have:

1. Met up again with Christina =)

2. Got my very belated birthday gifts

3. Learn how to do differentiation using the multiplication rule (hohoho profound!)

4. Done an Add Maths paper which I described as "Brain-frying madness"

5. Signed up for prom

6. Gotten swarmed by people who got excited at the idea of me going for prom

7. Played with photoshop

8. Stepped into The Gardens for the first time in my life

9. Went to Italiannies

Yup, it has been one heck of an interesting week. The highlight of the week, though, was most definitely youth service on Saturday when Marie Brown personally came over to speak to the youths. Needless to say, it was a very thought-provoking session and I left the place that day completely refreshed.

What was interesting though, was when she told us to jot down in our bibles/notebooks/whatever a statement promising that we will never give up at what we are doing right now. I was with my pen all ready to write it down just like everyone else when the thought hit me.

This sounds familiar.

And immediately this thing which I drew last year came into my head.

This would be familiar to maybe some of you who took the liberty to look into MY notebook without MY permission. But at that moment I was completely blown away. Things don't coincide just like this.

And I just knew that it was God - because I am not that smart to think of something like that by myself. When I drew - or rather wrote that out, I did not even start to comprehend the impact that simple statement - Never S.T.O.P. had on my life as I went about this year.

There had definitely been times this year when I was just worn out and fatigued from everything that was coming at once, but each time I look back upon this statement; this promise I made to myself and to God, I pulled myself back up and right on track again.

There is so much more truth to this statement than what I know - simply because I know I'm not that smart to think of something as simple yet as powerful as this.

Never gonna S.T.O.P;

Jo

It's your fault, Hazel

Now I'm stuck on that song too. No not the video, just the song.

T.T

10 Years and Counting

So I was walking back from school just earlier today.

What with me and walking, I do not know. There was once, I remember, when I walked from my house to Saujana (4km, 50 minutes walk), sat there for a while, and walked back again, all in the name of burning time.

There was even once in the holidays when I got so bored, I came up with this crazy idea of scouting the area of Taman Yarl and drawing a map out of it. Then again, according to some friendster survey long ago my deadliest sin is sloth, so you guessed it - I've never went along with the plan.

I have never got that bored, see.

Anyway, back to me walking home.

I was just walking past this restaurant where I vividly remember tasting very bad yam cake, and that taste subconciously jumps up my throat whenever I look in the direction of that restaurant. Not very pleasant. They had good fish, though. I've never took the initiative to remember how the fish tasted.

Then there's this bend right around that said restaurant where I have to go left then a quick right and I will exit from the Happy Garden area to Taman Yarl. Then something to my right caught my eye.

Big. Yellow. Wheels. Windows. Open automatic door. Bored driver.

School bus.

That was when I noticed the print beside the words "Bas Sekolah" - a little picture of (presumably) a mother duck and three ducklings. And from there a whole stream of memories came flooding into my head.

This was the same bus I wanted to get on during my preschool years so badly because I wanted to follow my elder sister to school. I remember screaming and screeching, trying to pull away from the maid and just hop on the bus and be off with it. And by the time it zoomed off, leaving that trail of carbon smoke behind, I would be wailing already.

Strange. I never remember what happens before or after that.

That was also the same bus that drove me back and forth Tadika Happy Garden (was it?) when I was 5 or 6. There used to be this geeky kid who liked to stand near the open door as the driver drove at a full 50kmph on the roads. There was once when he got so excited upon the sight of his house, he literally hopped out of the bus.

The bus was still moving.

Within what might just have been the time it took to blink. the driver hit the brakes and already had one hand outside the open door, saving the kid from certain death.

We used to call it The Donald Duck bus, for a lack of better words. Thanks to cable TV, Duck + Blue = Donald Duck. So the Donald Duck bus it was.

And the driver? Uncle Donald. I've never got around to finding out his real name.

I remember the seat where I sat on and absent-mindedly left a Rm5 note on the chair and I just got off the bus, not knowing I had been sitting on it in my semi-slumber. It was only about three seconds after I got off the bus that I remembered.

Crap.

I also remember the good old days where we had Childrens' Day, and one day I was carrying this whole bag of goodies and was all ready to open it when I got home. I stuck my hand holding that bag out of the window...

Crap.

Then there was also this other time when I was absently sticking my hand out of the window when the bus brushed past some leaves, and so did my hand. Duh. Then I felt something slimy between my fingers.

I was rolling it around, wondering what was it for a good 10 seconds. Then I looked.

A little, furry worm was being rolled back and forth between my fingers - by my fingers.

Crap.

The next few moments of the bus is comical to look back upon now, but back there it was a moment of sheer terror. I immediately let go and snapped my hand back, and the furry little creature sailed right through the air-

-and landed on someone's bag.

"Kill it! KILL IT GAHH!!!"

So I grabbed my trusty 500ml Coke bottle and smashed it. And it laid there, squashed by the might of the 500ml Coke bottle, on the yellow bag on the seat in front of me.

I recall my sister saying something about the worm's intestitial fluids being corrosive enough to melt a hole through my bottle. I never saw that bottle again.

Whoa, that's a lot of memories.

So I was looking at the driver - that same old driver who had driven the same old bus with the same old configurations, and he was looking at his seemingly empty wallet. 10 years, and he did the same old, same old.

10 years... what dreams could he have possibly forsaken, all in the name of maintaining the little that he had and was contented with.

I walked until the bus was out of sight.

"I won't become like you" I muttered under my breath.

Oh my.

So I was browsing through blog skins when I saw this.


Click on image to enlarge.

Someone tell me why do I find this so utterly disturbing.

0.8

This is the movie that I watched 3 times in the same week.



Yeah I know the movie already came out since I was only 10 and 4 feet tall but man, those people can SING!

Having listened to Light and Easy (Lite fm) all my life, most of the songs came pretty familiar. It's super SUPER cool the feeling you get when they start singing and you go, "Hey, I know this song!!"

Oh, and while I was flipping through the newspaper yesterday, guess what I saw?



When I told my sis about it, she only had one thing to say.

"Is he singing again?"


LET'S DO SOME ADD MATHS!
Jo

Birthday?

I forgive you if you forgot that it was my birthday yesterday =)

No, that does not mean you don't have to get me my present.


*hint* *hint* =D

The day was pretty much uneventful. I woke up to the sound of my mom waking me up for my accounts tuition. So here we see two problems with that already.

1. Tuition class on my birthday?!
2. Mom? I thought you weren't home yet when I went to sleep last night at 2am!

So it turns out that my mom took off from the house in Raub at 6.30am in the morning and my accounts tuition teacher really don't know/don't care that it was my birthday. So off I went.

The fun started when I reached home.

I was just like minding my own business trying to walk into my house, then came this blue car and out came Kok Jen, Samuel and Laureen and they went all, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSEPH!!"

Go home lar.

So after they finally calmed down, there was this awkward silence that hung in the air. It was literally like, "...now what?"

But hey, it's the thought that counts right?

...right?

This is so deja vu from what I said about my sis' birthday last year.


I feel older already,
Jo