Wednesday, 11 December 2013

TWINS separated at birth!

I thought of writting about this very special friend of mine, so here I am.. 

She calls me kutty, makes sure i am well-fed always, she thinks i am preety oh well she goes a little too much by saying i look like nazriya (trust me i dont look like her at all).. She is just like my other half who got place in my heart real quick. It is as if i am her twin sister but too bad she is a year elder than me. 

Coming to Brickfields, thinking that my life have gone way too miserable, doubting my every actions if it would backfire me, I was really really a big mess. I got out of the hell in good terms and got myself a place in a ladies hostel. I was so lost but I found immense freedom and I started to learn to be on my own. To be frank,  I was feeling very lost at first. I never even had the time to recover from my previous deep wound and then i am in a notorious city all on my own. And then I got to know there is this one girl from my moral studies class staying in this hostel too. I tagged along with her. She was so nice to me. Being an ordinary human being, during my miserable times i was not in good terms with god, rather than showing him love I always begged him to save me. God being God showed me his love by sending me this angel. An angel to be with me. I felt His love through her's.

Her name is Nivea. As the way her name sounds, yes she is a very pretty girl. Really really pretty but she will never admit. What makes her even more beautiful than everyone else is her personality and character. She is just a year elder than me but, she treats me as if i am her little sister. Its going to be year since  I know her, trust me its so beautiful. Everytime i go back home and story my mom, i will at least mention more than 10 times. We spend most of our time together except for class time. We always have our meals together and spend time in the hostel study room every night. Oh yeah, the night guard hates us. :P.. Well you know.. GIRLS! Non-stop talking and laughing till the wee hours. We have never run out of topic to talk. Silence is only when we are studying but we even have break during that time. 

Its very weird how even our voices sound very much alike in recordings. Not only that, generally we think alike in all the matters. May be thats why we can understand each other so well. There have never been disputes, but there is lots of understanding. I really love her as one of my family, like a sister from another mother. I must be so thankful to GOD for sending me an angel to go through this life even more beautifully and meaningfully. 

Nivea, if you are reading this, let me tell you, although I may fail to express my love in person, deep inside I love you as one of my closest person to heart. I never want to lose you..


I am the tall one and you are the short one..hehehe ;)


“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” 
~ Elbert Hubbard~

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Tired..

I am tired, not physically but emotionally. I am torn so severely. Too much of things raping my mind every now and then. I dont even know where to start..its just a lot. But I know I will manage because thats me. When it comes to LOVE, even the strongest ones go weak. Hey I am not talking about the love where two young people are involved. The Love I am talking about is the elementary ones. The one you yearn from your parents, siblings and friends. I am so glad that I am gifted with loving people around me but then sometimes all this loving people can cause severe pain too because to much of expectation from my side. I am slowly learning to expect less or even better no expectation. I am a favourite of many but I am the least favourite among their favourites. I know this very well. As for me, I am not close with everyone but if I am, I give them the same importance to them as everyone else. And again my family deserves a special position in my heart, higher and above all my friends. Rejection or fear of rejection is nothing new for me. But the pain of going through it still the same. Well, I fought with mom today -_-... I dont want to rant about the other stuffs that going through my mind. Anyways, all will be well...I hope.

Saturday, 20 July 2013

STRONG

Having a wide smile, and jovial character helping me very much to stay strong even blow after blows to my heart. Everything started when my earring got lost, correction-stolen. I think the earring was my lucky charm, now everything seems so jinxed. After that unfortunate incident, my beloved baby, Manickam, being my loyal companion for 1 and half year died in the most tragic way. I cant even find words to describe my state. I saw him dying by suffering right in front of my eyes. I was so helpless, all I could was to cry. I called the vet, my dad and everybody but he cant be saved. He was forming bubbles kinda saliva in his mouth excessively, shaked so much that it could be heard so loudly. Finally he died before urinating in his position. All I could do was sit by his side and cry. A fellow, I love so much, died right in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything. I patted his head and told him "Manickam, akka love you so much". The lights in his eyes faded and then it was gone. This was the first time, a soul is dying in front of me. It was too painful to take. I wonder what kind of human can do this to a poor dog. He cant even be human. A satan in human mask.

He died on 17th July and 18 my results were coming out. I was so confident that I would be able to pass all as I put my efforts all and this is nothing compared to STPM that was much more freaking hard. Little I did think about hypocrites, backstabber, cheaters and greedy people. I assumed wrongly that there will be no unfair situations which I faced a lot during my public exams. Tadaaa! I was wrong. This greedy people of my college failed me in 2 papers which I was very confident about in the mark of 38 (the passing mark is 40) and they increased the resit payment from rm150 to rm350. The beauty in this is they failed 90% of us in at least a subject. Most probably they are sucking money from us to recover from the expenses they spent for the new building I assume. But what they did was very wrong, and the worst part is we cant question them. But then, bitches there is something called karma. I will grab my popcorn, sit back and enjoy the show when it is your turn.

After all these unwanted incidents, I am being normal as it is my only option. Having positive vibes when you lose someone dear to you is not easy, but I am definitely trying. I wonder sometimes, why everything happens to me but then again I console myself that everything happens for a reason. I prayed and asked for guidance and strength to face all these. Hopefully, HE heard me. I am just slightly tired. But I am still strong. I got no choice but to be strong. I am aint a failure or a loser. I will come back stronger and will make you to regret. And now I have to face the book and put pen to the paper and practise myself!


Wednesday, 17 July 2013

RIP baby darling...


I wonder what happened, that God decided to take you away from me... The pain of losing you is so much... And i had to see you dying.. Thats even excruciating.. I saw the lights in your eyes fading. I couldn't hold my tears. I was helpless. RIP Manickam. Akka will always love you. You will never be forgotten. Everywhere, there are memories of you. My dear, MR. Beautiful Eyes you have an irreplaceable kingdom in my heart. 

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

TBS- The Best

Recently I attended Tunku Besar Secondary School (TBS) Alumni Dinner with my dad and bro. Yes my dad is an ex-student of TBS as well :) Seriously, never in my wildest dream, I thought, I will miss my school since I spent extra 2 years compared to most of my friends by doing my STPM there. There were so much of changes in the look of the school hall. The originality is gone but nevertheless it is still the school I studied. It is a pride to be a student of TBS. I am glad that I chose the right school.





I would describe my secondary school life in 2 phase. SPM and STPM. In the year of 2005, i registered myself in 1 Bestari, the second class for Form 1. There are a total of 6 classes per form/year. Two of my friends from primary school joined me in the same class as well. They are Karu and Visa. Mind you, they are still my friends. Did I mention that Karu is my friend since kindergarten time? Yes, we were in the same class from kindergarten up to Form 5. There were other students too my from my school but all of them scattered in different classes. My school life was wonderful. What made my entire school life memorable was my friends. It was a sad case that I came out of my primary school group (girls) as the mentality was differing at a worrying level. I found new friends.

My first girlfriend will be Aswini Freda. She is well, hmm of mix ethnicity. Indian-Indonesian parentage. She is short, fair and have super curly hair. As only Aswini and me were Indians in the class, we hang out together. It took time for me to warm up to her but we did get along pretty well although there were little misunderstanding due to interference of some culprits at first. As time passed by, we realised we were made for each other as best friends. She is my pillar of strength, a sister, a mentor and everything. She played an important part in my life and she is still playing it. From form 1 to form 5 I was sitting beside her in the class. She is the reason why I know about Christianity a little more compared to any non-Christians. Yes she is a great friend :)

It will be so funny to see how Karu, Visa and Sharma disturb Aswini and how she will call me to save her. In short, I was her saviour ;) School days were fun except for the lessons and certain teachers. Some teachers were really great. I owe them so much. Like students, teachers are also have different personalities. Its a sad case that some of them are racist as well. Other than that, we have combine classes for Tamil and Moral, we will join with the Arif class and our Indian group gets bigger and noisier. I was not close to most of them, but I was okay with the girls group. So our group got bigger. Aswini, Yasothaa, Balpreet and Kavitha. It was fun. Other than that, I was close to my other classmates like Fazlinda, Fara, Izzatul, Nazmi, Melvin, Juliana and so on. As time goes by, I became friends with many of them.



All the Indian students and most of the Chinese students from my class and Arif class got to enter 4SC1. It was a bliss. We enjoyed our arse off although most of my friends and I were prefects. I served as a prefect for 5 years in TBS that is from form1. The main reason why i applied to be a prefect was, I hated the pinafore so i opted for the white skirt. I was so chubby when I started my high school that I looked like a pumpkin wrapped in pinafore. I thought the prefect uniform will suit me better. My school prefects' uniform is with light green top and white bottom. Trust me, I had the white skirt with most stains :P.. I never bothered much either. I was too carefree during my SPM time, that I didn't fare well enough like most of my friends. The education system in Malaysia is such that, it requires to remember everything and vomit it in exam. So, clearly it didn't do me any favour as I am more to the understanding type of student.

Life was good yet results were not as expected during SPM. Since, I thought I am much more capable than what I got for my results, I decided to prove myself in STPM. So yes, I went for STPM, something that I told myself I will not get myself into. Never I thought, STPM will be so useful in my life. STPM made me more matured. There were no regrets for choosing to go through this. I had new group of friends as my old friends didn't choose STPM except for one boy and he was in different class too. I got close to Aishah. I have talked about her in depth in my previous post. She is a wonderful friend. I would have been so lost without her. During Form 6, i learned about endurance. Studies got tougher and challenging but I love feeding my mind. The school system was more apparent and transparent when I studied form 6. It was a different level. Our curriculum activities were fun as well. Life was so good with Aishah, Hoi Leng, Ee Ping, Rui Xian and so many of them. I am still keeping in touch with my form 6 group. I love them and value their friendship. Sweet memories everywhere. I was always a target of those naughty heads. People love to disturb me I guess.

Thus, overall life was good during STPM. I had many junior friends as well. Throughout my school life regardless of first phase or second, there were always some downfalls and embarrassing experience. There were all kind of things going on. A first exposure to the world outside you see. Thus, from jealous pricks to hypocrites, I have faced everyone. Striving to survive is the important part of it. If you noticed, I had no puppy love stated. That might be the only thing lacking in my school life I guess. But hey, I dont bother. Schooling is an essential part of every individual. I am so glad mine is over but I do miss the fun. Holidays are lonely too...



A cute collage of my friends, I couldn't find one of Hoi Leng's though :(




Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school
~Albert Einstein~


Monday, 4 March 2013

S.O.O.N

Yo people it have been decades since i last updated my blog ( bear my exaggerations....its part of me! DRAMA) soon i will come and update my blog which nobody else bothers to read none other than me... I love myself...so i love my posts too! Problem? kill yourself before i find you and kill you!