A Vegetarian and the World

The Almost End of Trial

2009-08-12T21:27:00.003+08:00

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

2009-07-15T23:14:00.002+08:00

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

2009-07-15T22:57:00.003+08:00

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

2009-07-15T22:39:00.002+08:00

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

2009-07-10T01:06:00.004+08:00

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

2009-05-30T01:59:00.004+08:00

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

2009-05-30T01:31:00.003+08:00

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!

A Busy Prediction

2009-05-04T17:23:00.003+08:00

The Death of a Fly

by Steve Turner

Fly see saucer

Fly fly down

Me see fly fly

Fly walk 'round

Fly take big sip

Me take spoon

Fly took wrong way

Spoon go boom.

Cup go wobble

Tea go splat

Fly get big fright

Fly get flat.

Fly not fly now

Fly not slip

Fly just flied on

Final trip.

I hope this day will never come. Piling homework, skipping school and pending SUPER IMPORTANT exam revisions and add to that to the commotion...a fever! Somewhat I see this an opportunity to use Buzan's Tools for Transformation. How (enter emotion here) it is, just right after reading about Embracing Change, a change that pops up in my face. I won't be writing much for this entry because an essay is waiting for me. Well, I do wish myself good luck. With the power invested in me, I shall do my essay. Amen.

Myriad of Events

2009-05-01T21:23:00.004+08:00

It's been almost a week since I posted up my latest entry. Practically, for the past few days I have been busy, cooped up with lots of school activities. Let's travel back in time a bit. 26th April. It was the second day the PTPI team had to go to Carey Island for Global Youth Service Day. Our aim for this excursion is to visit and to make a cultural report on the Mah Meri tribe, one of the ethnic group in Malaysia. To cut the story short, the experience of that day was fairly interesting and quite an eye opener because it was the first time in my life to actually communicate, visit and integrate into the Mah Meri culture. Overall, it was a hot, sticky, perspiring day with doses of good jolly fun. Shortly after the trip, I felt sick because of my stupid idea to stick my head out from the van, enjoying the cold splashes of rain water on my face. "The wrath of the flu" I would call it. It made me exhausted with my nose leaked like a loose tap. DRIP. DRIP. DRIP. SNIFF. The worse was the house tissue supply ran out. I skipped a day of school and slept for most hours of the day. The more I sleep, the more guilty I felt once awake. MId-Year Exams is less than 18 days from now and I have yet barely to start anything with constancy. The words from my mum saying that she trusted me so in my studies made me feel with much guilt. It was more like a promise I have made to her that I'll study hard this year and I think I have let her down. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't do much for today. I didn't want to upset and disappoint her. Most importantly, it was me that I didn't want to disappoint but the situation flipped the coin. I want to make up for her and for me as well. I too made a promise for myself that I'll put my utmost dedication, commitment, devotion and effort in my studies and that's something I have yet to fulfill. So, tomorrow, I have to up my game and keep the promises to heart for the benefit of my mother and my future. I know I can do it, because I believe. :)

Divine Intervention

2009-04-25T21:59:00.003+08:00

I believed there was some divine intervention involved in the 'project in peril' issue. My heart was screaming in anxiety with each step I took. When I entered the class, I instantly checked under my desk. As if, it was a gift from god, the red bag laid intently under my desk awaiting for my return to bring it to my arms. My project is SAVED. My heart stopped screaming and became relieved once more. How fortunate of me for my project to be untouched by those hyenas whose ultimate desire to annihilate my project for good...because..face it, my project is superior that theirs. All is good now, and it was a lesson that I have learnt with no payment in return. Next time, I probably won't be lucky, so precautions I have to take to ensure the safety of my child from the clutches of envious people. All is good...THANK YOU GOD!

Manic Panic Friday

2009-04-24T13:45:00.009+08:00

The reliance of my mum to wake me up on weekdays could no longer be established. My usual time to get up for school is 6.30am where I'll have much time to get myself prep for school, brush my teeth while taking brief naps, splash water on my face over and over again till the sink is splattered with water and so does the mirror, checking any signs of freckles or premature wrinkles, dress up while checking my figure every 15 seconds, comb my hair with much detailed attention to each strand and to have a bowl of cereal while watching CNN. Today was different. My eyes instantaneously awoken and with much hurry, got up from my slumber and ran to my parents' room. "Mum, we're late!" Without any delays, I hit the toilet. BRUSH BRUSH BRUSH. This time no naps. SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH. The sink was miraculously dry. My traumatized mirror was relieved today since I didn't have the time to catch a glance of my face. It was the fastest uniform dress up that ever happened in my life! With a silent and innocent prayer, I prayed that my skirt has been zipped. I then stepped into the toilet once more with bare feet, grabbed the tortured comb of mine and start brushing. My hair was like a nest today with curls in interesting directions and in formations of all shapes. The worst thing was, I couldn't hold all of my hair in one hand and was overflowing with strands of hair! A life of its own, I thought. 'Trying to have it's revenge for imprisoning it in a tight band'. My hands were painstakingly working in cohesion to manage all of that tuft to fit in a tiny hair band. I couldn't spend more time on this because when your carnal instinct roars, you've gotta answer. I lunged for the fridge with haste, grabbed the packets of cereal, poured into the bowl with crackling noise and the swoosh of milk. Eventually, all of that BING BANG CLING CLANK became the 'wake up' bell for the 52 year old prehistoric man...my dad. My famished tummy was roaring like a savage beast demanding for it's meat. With every spoonful of cereal, the tamer it became. No CNN this time and I am oblivious to what happened today. A meteor crashed and E.T emerged? North Korea became diplomatic and friendlier? Paris Hilton learned Add Math? These questions were running in my head as I quickly stuffed everything that was on the study table into my bag. I then head for the shoe rack. Put my school shoes on and left my den.

Morally Careless!

2009-04-23T19:30:00.001+08:00

It was recess when I returned to class after attending my first editorial meeting. The class was in a hurry to leave like bees whose hive is being attacked by a hungry badger and so was I. I quickly packed all that was on my table, grabbed my lunch bag and left in an instant. While waiting at the waiting area (back portion of school), I was chit-chatting away with a classmate of mine, Amier about coloring books and presents for my birthday without the slightest ring in my head that something...just something that was important in my life. The conversation soon came to an end when my dad's car appeared in the distance, across the road, in the searing heat. I crossed the road quickly to avoid the formation of melanin and those hideous brown spots called freckles. When I bucked myself, that obscure thought became more and more prominent and throbbing in urgency. It soon burst, sending an lightning speed impulse to my cerebellum and exploded with exclamation marks. "Gosh, my Moral Project is in class!" By that time, the vehicle moved and my heart was pounding like the apocalypse had arrived. It's something that you just so want to avoid so badly that ironically, it smacks you in the face. That is how reality behave sometimes. I dare not mention those death-sentenced words of "Dad, I left my Moral Project in school", only to get a brief experience of judgement day if I did otherwise. Careless, Raina! Simply careless! That was all I could say silently within my heart. When I reached home, I lied to my parents that I was taking a nap. I locked the door and lunged at the phone, punched the buttons as hard as ever, and waited patiently for Clinton's answer. After much assurance, the calamity of the situation soon subsides but that feeling of my project in peril lingers on....

First Entry

2009-04-23T19:16:00.002+08:00

Wow, I am actually typing my first entry ever in my own blog. I hardly commit myself into writing blogs and updating them ever so often, but just to neglect and let them rot. Well, this time is different. This is sorta an e-diary for me which I can express how I feel, type all the quirky observations I made from the day, and plenty of sarcastic comments while keeping all of this mishmash in an organized and neat fashion, thanks to Blogger :). Surprisingly, first time ever, I would definitely squeeze some time to type a blog entry. I always have been splat with homework, bombarded with revisions and choked with projects. In a positive way, I believe that Blogger can help me to relieve some of my stress of the day; punching the keys with remorse if I had a bad day, without being criticized by my parents. I called it my Blogger Therapy. So, without further a due, I would want to enter another entry for the day.