20 Facts ~ Blog Challenge Day 1

Blog challenge has always sound interesting to me. So this month I'm going to go for it. Do check it out here. Maybe you'll be interested :)

When I read the first challenge, I was totally blank. I don't think that I have enough facts to tell the world. Or maybe more like there aren't enough facts that I can let them go public. But a challenge is a challenge. So I'm writing but only about the obvious thing. Well, at least to the people around me.

20 Facts about me~

 ~I’m a girl.

 ~I’m short.

 ~I’m a Christian.

 ~I’m from the Land Below The Wind

 ~The eldest among 5 sisters.

 ~Proud Dusun girl.

 ~My original hair is a mix of straight and corn like curls (I don't even know if I described them correctly).             Well, mostly straight.

 ~In the sequence of birthday among family members, my birthday is the last one.

 ~Not an animal lover.

 ~I own a blog.

 ~For me, food is the main attraction of a country.

 ~Waste money on cute notebooks that I will never use.

 ~People say that I’m a daddy’s girl.

 ~Love citrus fragrance.

 ~Addicted to orange juice.

 ~Love miscellaneous items.

 ~Love comedy.

 ~Love reading.

 ~Love writing.

 ~Have no exact favourite colour.

Here it is . . .

-Things has cool down so I guess I am able to write something-

          I never feel hurt. It was just awkward. You know when something you never saw coming is suddenly at your door. I admit, it happened before. And the way I acted is exactly the way I did back then. If I am correct, I lost my friendship with them. I said if because I myself is still unsure. 

          I wanted to say something but it didn't feel right. I hope I haven't lost this friendship yet because it was never easy. The fact that I've gone through this before doesn't make it easier for me to take it. It's something that I may not looking into now. Maybe not soon. Maybe not ever. Who knows. 

          I understand what you said. I ask for apology. I'm the one who should be asking for that.Though I have no right to say this, I hope this mess ends here and everything went back the way things were. My apology once again. 

Reminiscing the good old days ...

~ had a lot of fun with her ~

we decided to write something tonight

We were laughing when we started talking about the good old days. We never get bored no matter how many times we repeat the stories. 

She told me hers, so now I'm writing about mine...

The one I think I remember the most

Afternoon. It was math class. I was in the same group with him. I don't remember what we were learning about but I remember that few seconds. 

The teacher told us to mark a few pages. Somehow I missed the pages she mentioned. So I asked him, who were sitting next to me. He could have just tell me which page to mark. Instead, 

he guided my hand. 

It happened too fast, with all the noises as a background, I blushed a little and said, thank you. Or was it something else?

I packed my things up and returned to my original place since math class was over. 

Until now, I still remember what I felt that afternoon. 

Though I actually took some times to figure that out. 

and there were other times ...

When we finally talk after the long silence.

I saw him kinda slowing down his pace. I too did the same. Probably because I didn't have to rush to the gate. 

Then, they were only us, walking together as if nothing had happened between us. 

If I still remember, we were talking something about modern ways of communication. ngehhh

Time slowed down. 

Yes, I actually felt that. 

I have never had the same feeling after that day. 

... and that was the last time we ever talked to each other. 

I mean having a real conversation. 

other times...oh sure!

The stairs...

When I almost fall from the stairs, but that was fun ^^

When I walk with her on my way back home, though we were only able to do that for a few months.

When I humiliate myself by.... oh I'll leave that alone. Too humiliating :p

I can't write all of them here, as I plan to keep some of it untold. 

Reminiscing the past is always my favourite thing to do. Often I do it alone, but it was more fun today, as I have someone to laugh with : )

earlier this year ...

My 2013 January was really great. I was able to feel something that I rarely let myself get carried away with. It was something related to my faith. God answered my prayer in a beautiful way. I almost didn't believe it. It took me a month to fully accept it. 

I can never forget the words I uttered so suddenly in my heart that evenings. I can never forget the feeling I felt that night. Most importantly, I can't forget the way He works. The way He made everything so perfect and beautiful. 

I kept saying thank you and thank you and I'll be saying that every time I'm remembered of those days. 

Thank you, God.

Captured with Olive san ^^

~It has been a long time since I post something with pictures~

~So here are some of  my favourite pictures~

^_^

National Park with Soleha and Beatrice.

Last day at Kg. Kaung.

SYD 3 with the seniors.

Early morning in Holy Cross Toboh.

Holy Cross Toboh during SYD 3.

View from my room. I was playing with the effect. 

Before going to St. Paul, Balung. My strength ^^

Celine, Wewen, Lion, Lelen, Echa
My girls^^

My friends rehearsing.

One of my most favourite. You can see why.

I've been constantly deleting my last words for this entry. Guess I don't have anything left to say because those pictures did their job.

Hope you enjoyed those pictures ^^

                           

an entry ^^

~I never thought that campus activity could take my time that much~

I've left this blog for a while but right now I am sitting in my living room. The tv is on and 'Phineas and Ferb' is in the air. I paid my sleep and spent the whole day crocheting. This feeling of being home is so good.
The holiday has started and I feel so good. The start of my holiday was very special. I am blessed to join the camp^^. I shall talk about it in another entry.
Last semester was quite hard on me. There were so many things I couldn't manage but I get to move on somehow. It felt as if I just started campus again, from zero. I had no clue about what will happen at most of the time. I felt terrible at my study, I fought terribly with someone and I that something I was afraid of came true. If I should draw a straight line resembling my first semester of degree program, you'll see that there were a lot of ups and downs. If I should list down everything I've been through, I won't be able to remember everything or...Or more like I don't want to remember them.
But to think of it again, straight line is boring and the things I don't want to remember now might be the most precious memories in the future. The ones that I'll hold dearly in my heart. So I'll take notes on last semester and be ready to face what the next seven semesters have for me.
~That's all for this entry and happy holiday~

The Ugly Duckling ...

I thought that I'll put aside all of the courage I've gained and make it alright for me to say things out...

I remember that feeling when I entered a room and all eyes are on me. Whispers are heard, mouth are covered and quiet chuckle were all over the room. I am probably the subject of their humor. Maybe it is stupid to say this but, back then I didn't know what I felt. More like I didn't know what to feel. What to think of it. I can't even tell myself that they were treating me badly.
I remember that one time, I was scolded. My books were ruined. How can it not? A bottle of water was poured into my bag. My newly bought Faber Castle were tossed away from the window. Two girls constantly asking money from me when I barely have enough for myself. I was just a child who were are afraid to speak. You see, that stupid girl innocently thought that there were joking but I was the one to face the music all alone. Crying myself to sleep. Turning my head to the left and to the right when they asked me what had happened at school, just because I was afraid that I'll be facing a bigger problem.
Last year I was told that one thing about a woman. That one thing that brings out all of these memories that I thought are gone. What I heard was really upsetting. I really thought that she had loved me just like the other. I was just a burden in the room. That I was not like anyone else in the class and I realized that it was okay for me to hate her. To hate that room. To hate everyone inside the room. The other 49 look as if they are a nice kid, but the truth is, they were not very nice at all.

As a kid, I could not stop thinking why. Why did they do that to me? Were there something wrong with me? Why can't they take me the way they did with the other kid?

I do realize
I did realize
That I look different than other
That I was not good at all
But I did try to get into the circle.

What I am trying to say here is, I was just trying to get along.

The ugly duckling was just trying to get along ...