Help Me!!!!!!!

It have been a long time since i blogged. I was busy with tuition classes, studies, exams, cleaning works and also preparing cookies for Diwali . Then started my ooohlalala nightmare! Duh, on the eve of Diwali i felt a lil cold, Mom said its fever. Fine, I cant be bothered too much. I continued to help mom after popping in 2 panadol pills. From Diwali till today I am sick. It have been more than 10 days. I was very angry and frustrated of course. I thought i could use this holiday to catch up on my studies since exam is just around the corner, but this is what happened. The food served during Diwali I couldn't enjoy. The whole episode of Diwali wasn't an enjoyable one for me.

Two days back, I went to hospital to inhale the special gas for asthma problem. I did not have asthma problem before this. Everything started recently. After the 1st session, the medical assistant checked me. He told me that my throat is infected and the oxygen level in my body low. So i had to go for a second session. Meanwhile I was observing whatever happening in the emergency ward. Seriously emergency ward is a happening place for me as long as there is no blood and painful screams. There was an interesting case. A young girl aged just 17 drank the yellow medicine (iodine) because of a fight erupted with her boyfriend. I was like what the hell...insanity. I never risk my life for a another bunch of shit. She was looking fine. The moment she entered all the staffs in emergency room who treated her started to bombard her with questions such as " what is the purpose for you to drink this, you wanted to die??". She said no. She never even look into their eyes due to the shame.

Then came an abortion case who never let anyone to touch her but wanted to get treated, then an old man who not bothered about his own health, and a small boy who acted overly sensitive(a  spoilt brat actually). All this happened while I was under the gas. After the session, the MA told me to wait. He said let the doctor to have a look. Then came the doctor, a young Chinese man. He was very dedicated and professional. Earlier I saw the way he handle the patients. He took his stethoscope and checked me. He told me that he suspect that i got chest infection and he told me that if it is serious I must be admitted. I couldn't believe what he was saying, but i just nodded to him. He told me I must take X-ray and a blood test to confirm the infection.

The MA came to take my blood. This is the 3rd time my blood is taken for test. Then he said I can wait outside to take my X-ray. I went out and sat with my bro and started to chit chat. And yeah after the gas inhaling session, I started to shiver non-stop. It was 12.10pm. Dad got worried and came to see me, that time the lady nurse requested my dad to bring me to X-ray because no enough staffs. Dad said okay, so I took my stuffs and got ready to walk with my dad. Suddenly that nurse told me, I must use wheelchair. I said NO, I am alright. That lady said NO must use wheelchair, doctor's order. Fine, I listened to what she said and I went to take my X-ray. Later, I came back to the doc, doc said okay confirmed PNEUMONIA. Doomed my life. He prescribed me lots of medicine and warned me to come back to get admitted if not getting well.

For more than 10 days, I never touch books at all. I was having sleepless and painful nights. The pain of coughing too much is killing me. But today it seems better. I think my body can respond well to the antibiotics. I am praying a lot to not get admitted and to have some last minute revision. I just want to be normal. Being sick makes me sick and weak! Am I cursed so that I should fall sick before my major exam? Oh god. Please help this poor child of yours.

What Am I to DO??????????

Here, I am again. I am so stressed these days due to my upcoming and ongoing exams. There a lot of things to study and very little time left yet I don't have the mood to study. I don't know why am I like this. Many people said organize a timetable and u can do well but sincerely it is not a good idea. Isn't life is unpredictable?? :P... But then I still tried it, I did 5 timetable in fact but nothing did worked out. May be just for 2 to 3 days its working. Now the question is how to make myself serious. No matter what happens, my seriousness doesn't last too long. May be for just 2 days. Even tomorrow is my Chemistry paper 1 but I still manage to blog my frustration. By the way, the paper that i sat for today was damn hard. I am not confident about it at all.. :( I just cant write although I am capable of writting. What is so wrong with me????

After a long time....

Here i am again after a long break of 2 months. Due to some connection problem and tight schedule i couldn't come online at all. A lot of interesting stuffs happened in between. I even went for a short trip to India again... I miss India so much. Although I am Malaysian. I do love India for many reasons but of course I love Malaysia more.

Nowadays most of my time is being spent with books. Biology, Chemistry, Mathematics, General Studies and Tamil. These are the subjects that core of my life for now. I got a little bored with the way i lead my life for this period of time. I just cant wait to finish this chapter of my life and to move on. I don't want to go back to school. That's the sole reason why i preferred to do STPM rather than going for teaching. STPM only requires me to school for 1 and 1/2 years with many holidays whereas if I took up teaching, the rest of my life will be bounded to school, principal, fellow teachers, different type of students, Monday assemblies, exams. Oh no, I just don't want to be in school anymore. It doesn't mean that I hate school but I just don't like it much since my STPM life.

Talking about my second trip to India. Yes it was wonderful. I really love going there to meet my relatives. Although their way of life different, it is unique and it is ain't a machinery life like what we Malaysians living. So in this case India is nice but to live well in India, you will really need a lot of cash..yes a lot. It is not easy to find a job there. Most of the people I came across were self employed since it is a village.In India the things there are cheaper than Malaysia due to currency difference.My main attention was to clothes of course. The punjabi suits are so heavenly. They come in many colours and many designs that can steal away your heart. It is also far away cheaper than those being sold in Malaysia. For the price I pay here for a suit, I can buy over 3 suits in India if I am not mistaken. The price to sew the suit is also far away cheaper. I got to buy 4 punjabi suit material for myself :)

Talking about my relatives there, I have cute little cousin there. She is just 2 plus, but she can talk so well and it so adorable to see her. She was so close to me. I really love to spend time with her. Other than that they also have this cute Dalmition puppy who loves to play, play and play. He is just a few months old so he is very playful. He eats vegetarian food like milk rice and so on. It is so funny to see him jumping here and there. Time in India was spent in a relaxed manner. My aunt is a very good lady. She took a good care of us. I am close with her children too. Her husband, my uncle who known as very strict man to others is my personal joker. He likes to make fun of me and I like to make fun of him. Hahaha. I just miss those moments. Of course I wish to go back there. :D

My Hero

Looking back at my past, I had a wonderful childhood. Caring parents, wonderful family, good friends, hmm..I must be truly gifted in this way. Today is Father's Day. Now I am going to be 19 in just a few more months and in less than a year I will leave the house for my further studies like my bro. Everything happened so fast. My Dad itself one of the most priceless gift. I have the world's best dad!! We are from middle-class family. During our younger times, we weren't poor but then due to some family complications we were facing financial problem. Of course, I don't know about that at that time. I was so young then. Not even once I felt the financial difficulties we faced. My dad brought up all 3 of us like a prince and princess. Despite being in middle class family, we always got KIKO clothes for Deepavali, always got whatever we wanted, and I had a large collection of cooking games, barbie dolls and etc.

He always want all of us to be successful. Although he only acquired education till the age of 15, my bro a medical student cannot beat his geography knowledge. He couldn't continue his studies because of the hardships he gone through. It was an uphill battle. My dad was second in the family. Life never treat him well in his childhood. He and his elder brother lived separated from the family. If my dad had a good family and enough education I can bet that he would have been a successful professional but now also my dad has a good job. He runs a restaurant. Its kind of family business, my grandfather also did the same business a long time ago. Now, I will say my dad is successful in life. Without him we are nowhere. My relationship with my dad is really awesome. We spend some quality time together. Rides on bikes will be accompanied by small chats. I always tell him whatever happens. Even my dad knows about my friends' boyfriends and girlfriends just like my mom :D I always have small fights with him. From small till now I hold his hands when I walk. I always ask my dad's opinion about how i look. Both of us like to buy good skin care products too :D. Many people envy of our golden relationship too :P

My dad always wanted us to be a better person. He rectifies our mistakes without fail. I can say that all 3 of us are well mannered. Credits to my both parents who are strict at the time they should :). If not i would have been just another spoilt bred out there. Talking about dad's relationship with my mom its VERY VERY CUTE!!  I like to see the way my parents communicate. Its so adorable. My dad likes to irritate and disturb my mom and there will be some small cute fights as well. My daddy is an Amazing daddy who is a perfect role model i will say. He never drinks or smokes too. He never fail to bring us out for dinner and he wont simply go out and have fun with his friends at night. Night time is reserved for us. How lucky i am to be his darling daughter :)

For this Father's Day i bought for him a shirt of his favourite brand. Previously when I bought for him a shirt from that brand range, he always used that. How sweet of him. My sister bought a tiramisu cake. At night, we cut the cake and later went for a dinner. There we had chicken chop, fried rice, chicken sweetsour and fruityshakes. It was a delightful meal. Everything was good except the absence of my brother. Since he is still in Bali, he missed this father's day too. But that fellow wished my dad HAPPY FATHER'S DAY in the morning itself. :)

p.s : this post was supposed to be post on the father's day itself  but due to some technical problem i couldn't do so :)

Got Lucky Out of the BLues :P

After sometime i am back for blogging. For this past one week, my schedule was tight. I was constantly running out of sleep, lethargic, irritated, angry and frustrated. Well what happened was, there was a state level competition for tamil parliamentary style debate. I wasn't interested at all but i was forced to join by my teacher. I had no choice but to go. I told both the teachers earlier that my tamil is not as good as others. May be i can speak spontaneously and my ideas are new but then my tamil s***s. What can I do. Both my parents are not tamil educated but english and of course i got their slang.

Speaking in formal tamil is not that easy and although i score an "A" grade for my tamil, my vocabulary is not wide too. Having nobody to turn to, nobody to listen to me, i just prepared the script and the frustration i faced was so great. These lazy teachers wanted to prepare for the competition at last minute and what was funny is they expect us to win. What on earth this ladies thinking. Many times we prepared the script and called them but they always had millions of reasons for not coming. At last they tortured our life. The competition held in a school that is almost 45minutes away from my place last friday. The school was beautiful and nonsensical too. They never prepare food for us at all and its kinda interior place that hardly has any restaurant in sight.

I was praying so hardly that I should not speak. Me and my junior prepared for government, while my friend and another junior prepared for the opposition and another friend was 3rd speaker. I was the 2nd speaker. When they were having lucky pick, I was praying so hard that opposition should be chose. Yeah! My prayers was answered. I badly didn't want to compete. I know if i am speaking sure our school will flop because in the middle of the debate i might groping for words. Lucky me, last year also the same thing happened. Everything was so magical. I was a cheery shini that day. Hahaha!!