The Almost End of Trial

Time sure passes like Michael Phelps. From one adventure to the next, I now know how Indiana Jones feels even though, he hardly looked exhausted from all the chasing, running and jumping from my eyes. It sure is a reflection of current school life now. The past 30 days was a mishmash of unorganized and messy salad, with so much to consume that you don't know where to begin. This, I'm referring as SPM Revision. Prior to Trial 1, I warned my parents to not to be shocked with the future outcome of my Trial 1 results. An unpleasant prophecy awaits as the days go on and I have to face it all. On the brighter side, my thought have cleared up like a cloudless sky and I feel a sense of liberty to do or feel whatever I want. Sure, I do cherish my independence but sometimes, you have to reconsider a fact that an experience might not happen again. For whatever reason, I decided to cherish what I 'have' now. As for the near future, I'll be nearly out of breath in completing the SPM syllabus. I think it feels like holding a single precious breath before swimming across the English Channel and to breathe again. Plus, I don't wanna disappoint 'anybody' especially my parents. Surprisingly, it's probably that my Panic Button fused with all of that eleventh hour studying made me lazy and to procrastinate more often that usual. I'm certainly not alone in this. I am quite sure I am in the same boat with some of my friends. Since today is such a rewarding day as it is the eve to the end of Trial 1, I have plenty of ideas to keep myself busy during the school holidays; memorizing the solution to Rubic's Cube, sinister photoshopping and morphing, 'learning how to run', swimming, coloring, reading literature books, taking pictures and reconstructing a new blog. :D I do have a watch but I don't have time to do all of these simultaneously. Ah well, tomorrow will be a historic day for me. TRIAL 1: THE FINALE! After sitting for the last paper of the day, what a fantastic time to spend the rest of the afternoon by hanging out with friends and catch a movie. Plus, I am desiring for a double scoop ice-cream of soursop and raspberry. And at night, I get to relax and enjoy a good book that has been neglected and collecting dust in a corner of misery. The future is bound to keep me interested with its unpredictable and yet, exciting twists and turns. It'll be an important year of indelible memories of my misfits (friends), teachers, my second home (classroom) and of course, the school itself. : )

A Very Special Month

I am turning 17 this month, specifically on the very special day of the 28th. It didn't really matter much what I get though, most importantly, it's the time I'll be having with friends or family. It's something that money can never buy. Yet...I would love to receive presents! :D Those who are reading this, dig deep down to the very bottom of your hearts to think of something to give to a sweet childish girl like me a gift...and remember you can always give more......

A Psychological Debate

There have been constant disagreements with my mum lately on my career choice. My career choice is ever changing and ever odd. Here's how it started...At the age of 7, I wanted to be a paleontologist (someone who studies dinosaurs' bones), followed by a SWAT sniper, jackpot lottery winner, CIA agent, and now psychologist. I know, it sounds extreme but I can guarantee you that the careers listed above are ones that I sincerely would want to take up as a career. Mum always have been skeptical about psychology and misunderstood the concept that she thinks I would have to have appointments with mentally-challenged people every day with low wages. Mum has all sorts of recommendations for me like "Dear, don't ever be a psychologist. You'll be one of 'those' people soon enough." "Dear, I think you should be a doctor or a chemist since you like Chemistry so much" I then intervene,"Mum, I HAVE to like Chemistry for personal reasons" I am not denying everything she said. There are 2 sides here. On her side, I would think that, if I socialize around people who have emotional turbulence or any sort as well as study on syndromes and other disorders, it would certainly change my perception about human feelings or even worse, I would lose the ability to differentiate between what is normal and what is 'special'. On my side, I would say that the studies that I have learnt can be implemented and used as tools to help people achieve their best in everything they can do in their lives. Not only that, but to give motivation and mutual support that they are a success mechanisms. Basically, making people to feel happy about their lives.

In conclusion, I am being open minded to all career options here. Eventually, I will find my ultimate career choice and without a doubt, it's a career I would love to work as for the rest of my life.

A Predicted Prophecy

It's a prophecy that a Form 5 student can never avoid even if he or she burned the school down to ashes to stop it. Those terrifying black lines on sinister pages. Each dreaded question will determine your potential to score your desired grade on the most important exam of one's teenage life. It's a matter of life or death for some, or few would take it for granted that would cause them great misfortune in the near future. That's right, people. It's Trials season. In 2 weeks time, students will seat for their 1st Trial papers. From my observations, it seems not many are heating up the topic of "OH MY GOD! I HAVE YET TO PREPARE ANYTHING! I AM GOING TO DIE!!!", because it's pretty obvious that they would not want to delve into a state of panic and chaos, or either there are few who cared less about Trials. Either way, either thought and either opinion, Trial 1 is sure to make an impact on all of us. What about me? How am I doing? Oh sure, Raina could handle it no sweat! Honestly...I am coping of it all. As long as I am consistent and committed in my studies, all will go as plan. I dearly want to be that way till the very end. Something I can never compromise because mum and dad are counting on me as well as my career choice; most importantly, it's myself that I am counting on. I would want to leave a self-legacy to look back all the accomplishments and improvements that I have sweated, teared and bled for. Definitely, a memoir to cherish and value for life.

A Gayish Day

In summary, yesterday was a weird and insightful day. Form 5 students had a motivational talk as well as crazy activities to lecture on how to achieve best results. From what I had experienced, the talk was mainly about gays and lesbians throughout; (bangs head in the wall). The games, though were fun, not bad at all. My team, H.L (HardLes) were thrashing and crashing the other teams. Teamwork did it all. During Editorial Board meeting in the library, I stumbled upon 'The Dictionary of Chemistry' and found an unexpected word 'hyperconjugation'. I wished I had that book; seems so enticing. "With a heavy heart, I placed the book with the utmost love and care as if it was my own into it's rightful place in the world, the shelf. I walked nostalgically with the lingering, provoking thought of the probability that I might live the day to flip it's nostalgic pages and feel the lines inscribed into the very depths of my tormented soul. I left that eerie library quickly, avoiding suspicion and any mere contact from those oblivious librarians cursed with sanely minds. Yet, the book I have yet to cease, still palpates with a thriving will to finally rest in my hands..."

Genetically Modified Blog

By the way, there will be a new blog which is under construction at this moment which will be quite distinct from this blog. The new blog will showcase or feature mainly on pictures that I have taken, interestingly weird and pleasingly colorful pictures from the internet, worth to watch videos and my own personal website favorites. Absolutely, it'll be much more graphical and each week or month (depends on my mood), it'll be based on a specific theme. The location of the new blog will be known in near future and I hope that you'll visit my new blog as well. Thank you! :)

A Volatile Freedom

It's been about 3 whole weeks since I have entered another blog entry. The last Mid-Year Exam of my life occupied me with various chapters of heavy duty subjects, that I had yet to complete during my study week. The most amazing thing is, I survived that mental combat. Answering through treacherous questions, escaping from sinking blanks and deciphering deceiving unknowns. I have made it. So, as a tranquil celebration of my victory in the Mid-Year War 1, I satisfied myself with eccentric, melancholic, yet creatively igneous commercials and short films. Other than that, I celebrated that day by watching 'Angels & Demons' with my dad, and the 20 bucks were worth it as I expected. The movie was stupendously directed in such a way that everything that happened in the movie seemed real, but the most realistically painful about the movie is that, it ain't real. It's just a M.O.V.I.E. I was practically rocking myself in my seat at the climax of the movie, as I watched a crucified cardinal being burned alive and how he groaned and horrendously screamed in agony. Ironically, my dad was laughing at the entire scenario of me being overly engrossed with that scene. My day ended with a little disappointment as I discovered that the sushi sold both in Curve and IKEA were of pitiful consumption. How mere and petty they looked, compared to the ones sold at 1 Utama. In the end, I had to halt my carnal desire for sushi as I entered the vehicle and left for home. Tonight was my night. The only night that I can do whatever my heart desires and whatever my mind intended to do. When the tables are turned, I'll be zapped back into cold, hard reality in no time as SPM Trial 1 is 2 months away and there's lots to cover within that time frame. So, I'll be hardworking for just few hours tomorrow to draw up a strategic plan. It's gonna be some serious business for this 2 week school break and I hope I'm prepared and ready for it. Raina, it's time to be a woman!