It's The Most Beautiful Time Of The Year, Lights Fill The Streets Spreading So Much Cheer

I have not blogged in a very very very long time, and that, is very very very unusual. Currently I'm feeling...
Sick. Terrible. Out of sorts.
I have been sick for two days now. Thanks to cold drinks over the last one week. Well, you really can't blame me for that, it's Deepavali! Festivals are really the time to eat and drink stuffs we don't get to do all the time on normal basis. Anyway, let me share my Deepavali 2011 story.

Deepavali this year has been very different from the ones I had all those past years. Maybe it's mainly cause I'm in college and the awesome finals just had to fall on the week of Deepavali, thus I only had one day off, because I had Thinking Skills exams on the eve, which is Tuesday, Deepavali was on Wednesday and on Thursday it's Chem practical paper, which was absolutely horrendous, I tell you. The other reason as to why it's different is because, it also coincided with my cousin's wedding. Mind you, it was a very interesting week.
Oh and did I mention I sprained my foot on the Sunday before Deepavali? Oh yes, I did. And the pain went on for 4 days. I was limping all over places, but still at least I walked. Unlike my little bro who used others to get his work done when he 'fractured' his foot. Ergh.


Anyway, this Deepavali was very very eventful. On the first day we visited 5, yes FIVE! houses. Three of my relatives in the afternoon, in the evening one of my dad's friend and next was my friend's. Happy Belated, Sonia! She celebrated her birthday which coincided with Deepavali.:)
See, five houses, thus very very eventful.And I've been having various dishes of mutton for four days, gosh the cholestrol! Mutton is banned from my house so... thanks to all the open houses I've attended, I get to go mutton frenzy! (I loveee mutton.:D) The first day's so fun. The second day, the morning was just plain depressing. DEPRESSING. Chem practical was just ridiculous. Jeesh. Later that day, Chris and Bev came over to my house(Thank you, Gan Yen Yen for letting me to 'tumpang' you the entire day.) Christina Gan Yen Yen was the craziest thing of the day. Screaming her head off just because she thinks Torres was attacking her, the pandemonium! Oh and btw, when I said Torres, I meant my puppy. Torres meanwhile loves Beverlea. He got so excited with the new visitors that day. The little rascal. The cutest thing in my life  #thethingthatmakesmesmileeveryday. That night, my family went over to my grandmum's house. The food! I love you, Grandma. She's a fantastic cook. And I got more ang pao purple pao that day. The money I made this year! And this time around mom actually allowed me to keep the money to myself. Man, I feel so grown up.:D We left at about 10, then daddy said we should then go to my cousin's (the one that's getting married) house, since I've yet to see all of them. My family actually spent the entire morning at his house, while I was dying with Chemistry. When we arrived, they were having some serious karaoke session. And the madness! It wasn't any ordinary karaoke, my uncles and cousin brothers were wrecking havoc with 80's tamil songs. Songs from the 80's! They made a joke out of it. And then there were crazy dances as they open the floor. My bro, the youngest, is a dancing magnet. And so randomly, 'Sexy And I Know It' came on. It was just... crazy. My bro started shuffling. And then I whispered to my second cousin brother to get every to sing a birthday song for my bro, since in another few minutes the clock's gonna be striking twelve. And surprise, surprise, the got a cake out of nowhere for him. The ecstasy on my bro's face. Thank you, me.:)
The next day, Friday was havoc at my house. My bros friends came over, and when I joined them, I realised why it is no surprise my brother is so childish. His entire generation probably is. But that's so cute. There's like no boundaries between the boys and the girls, and they just had so much fun in their own innocent ways. Teasing each others, calling names, and playing a fool, sure is something I haven't seen in a while. Oh wait, I have. My college busmates, are alot like that. In a way it's good cause.. hey, we aren't losing our sunshine childhood nature, are we? Vincent is officially the candle princess. He can't stand sunshine. Ooh, speaking of sunshine, me, Chris, Vince, Bev and Wei Lyn just had some reaaally good brownies at this place called Grafa, it was so good! (I know sunshine and brownies doesn't reaaally relate, but both makes me happy, so YEAH.)

Then on Saturday.. is the real thing. The wedding of the decade. Or maybe not. But the day everyone in my family has been waiting for. Finally here. And just as I said, I wore the gown I bought. The beautiful rose colour gown with crystal accessories. And it looked... not bad on me. Not bad, actually. And the wedding wasn't all that bad, actually. Not bad. It was, after all a sunny and beautiful morning, the butterflies were out in the lake, the clouds were that forget-me-not blue?, the birds were out, you don't get such mornings always. And my cousin officially got married. Now two of them are married and leading a family of their own. Man, time flies! I'm very very very happy for him, and his wife, and may they live a happy life till the end. I'm sure we all could not wait to see more members joining our family, which is already huge as it is. Weddings are beautiful events, because we know the world could always do with more love. And that morning, love was every where. I was happy to see my cousin brother has grown up and found his other half, it's amazing. Not everyone gets to experience that feeling, standing at the altar, watching your loved one walking to you, waiting to be yours.:) Hahah, what can I say, I'm a sucker for love stories.:)
Later that night, was amazing. We attended the wedding dinner held in a hall, and many people came over to bless the newlyweds (and for some reaaaally good food.) Us family members, went over to greet people as they entered, helped out with a couple of things. I loveee the decors and food! My cousin brother looked dashing in his Bollywood-themed clothes. Sighs. He's no longer the teenage giraffe I had to always literally look up at. There were loads of photo sessions, food, laughters, and finally, they opened the dance floor. CHAOS. My dad, is the craziest dancer there ever was, and he could stay one the dance floor for EVER without getting tired! Crazy. I had so much fun too, dancing with everyone, and the groom has got some moves. I even got to dance with him. He's normally the serious one, but we all can understand how happy he is, considering now that he's married to the girl he's known for 8 years. Such a touching story. *Sighs, with hands on chest.*
Speaking of relationships, apparently the famous Kim Kardashian has some problems in marriage to Kris Humphries. And they are considering.. divorce. And it has only been... 2 months. Are you kidding me? WHat was that big hoo-hah about her "Fairytale Wedding" and all? Bullshit. Celebrities these days, are like robots. They. Do. Not. Know. Real. Love. Stupid publicity stunts. Sorry, I'm just mad that they treat relationships like change of clothes.
Back to topic. So yesterday, Sunday, was a terrible day. I was so sick, I was practically in bed for 18 hours. 18 HOURS! Not consecutively, but that's where I spent most of my time on. Not just the exhaustion from the wedding, but the flu attacked me so bad. And I am still sick. Much better thanks to those awesome medications, but still weak. And Maths paper 6 just now.. was alright? It was easy for a final paper, but I got confused at so many parts, and I couldn't finish a number of questions, thanks to time constraint. God. I. Do. Not. Want. To Screw. Up. This. Exam. But. That. Is. EXACTLY. What. I'm. Doing.

That's it  for today, peace out, spread the love!:)
I'll try to blog more though, as soon my cousin gets my laptop all back to normal. Ahhh, God I do not want to lose my Verdasco. I love it very very much.:) Sorry for those harsh words and impatiences, honey. I just can't stand all those lagging!

"It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I'mma be under the mistletoe
I don’t want to miss out on the holiday
But I can’t stop staring at your face
I should be playing in the winter snow
But I’mma be under the mistletoe".

Dayumn, I can't get the song out of my head! And it's not even Christmas yet. It's just Halloween!
Oh right.
Happy Halloween, everybody!:D 

We all could do with more love and laughter in our life. It's the only way to live.:)

We Found Love In A Hopeless Place

I want to read The Last Song again. It's one of the best books I've ever read, if not the best. So inspirational, so real. So true. It's a masterpiece of a book by Nicholas Sparks.
Today is the 22nd of October. How fast, time flies.

They are all nothing but strangers now. Found a new friend, leave the old. Oh sure, we aren't your type, that's why? But then again. we have swag. Eat that.:)  Just 18, have boyfriends, and man, they make them sound like their world. Honey, you might regret it. It's alright to have one, but don't push away your friends. Cause later on... It sucks to be you.
I tell you, he's not your world. Get a backbone of your own. It might just help. Seriously, woman these days, to earn respect, you gotta have a backbone, and stand your ground. That, is a woman worth respecting. Woman who can hold every word she said without fear. Gashh, I'm hear giving advices about this? Goodness gracious. Well, that's pretty much because my dear friends around me, were the inspiration. They fall in love, get their heartbroken, and became a mess. Stand up, it's your world, you! The day a man can treat you as his equal, not his inferior OR his superior, is the day you can be proud to be a woman.:)

Regrets and mistakes, there were memories made.

Oh, Fernando!

First day of finals. And in a way, it was bad. 


Let's think about happy thoughts, because happy is all we can be for now.:)
It's Deepavali next week! Sorry-lah shock sendiri-ing here.
I must say, Rachel Saw is one of the funniest human I have ever met. Seriously, girl, you crack me up all the time. Quarantine of 2 and a half hours was so much fun with Ray's craziness.
MPH was freezing! And when we entered the labs, it was the same. I could hardly write! It's crazy, the coldness in the rooms actually reached the bones. Next time, I'm bringing my sweater. Ugh. And how sad that our Biology supervisor had to be our own Biology teacher. He was a little CRANKY today. And so was my dad. And Chia Eu Jian. THAT was scary. Even Vincent was serious.:( What is wrong with you people? Smile, enjoy while can, be nice! I'm sorry, I just wasn't in the mood to entertain crankiness from anyone. Why can't everybody be like Rachel? And when she reads this, her head will be stuck in the clouds. Stop smiling, Ray. This is a rare moment where I actually feel like complimenting you.:P


Anyway, the main reason why oh why everyone should smile is..
HE'S BACK AGAIN!
Fernando Jose Torres Sanz, is BACK! After being banned from premier league games for three matches, he finally started today in a Champion League's match, against Genk. HE SCORED TWICE! He has scored 4 goals, in three CONSECUTIVE matches for Chelsea. And that, is great news. Because it's Fernando Torres. The man the world once believed in.
The jubilation when I found out this morning. I love you, Fernando! I'm so proud of you. The most amazing and awesomest man on Earth. And yes, your argument is invalid, whatever it is about, so BACK. AWAY. Not even a word against him.

You got me stuck by the way you glow, oh, oh! :)

See, never say never. And I never did. Believe the whole way.:)

When You Hold Tight, Shadows Will Be Lost In The Light

The thing about growing up is, you have to accept the changes in your life. You grow up, you face changes. And not just physically. It's a lot more than that.

So yeah, as of tomorrow, it's been two whole months since I've turned 18, and only now the reality of it has settled. Face it, I'm an adult, now. But then again, mom never fails to remind me that. She goes, "Stop behaving like an eight year old, YOU'RE EIGHTEEN!". Yes mom, I know. I know. I think. Well, there isn't really much changes I've faced over this two months, I'm still that crazy girl who loves to annoy her brothers and her mom, who cuddles her little puppy whenever she can, and who loves picking up a fight with her dad just to prove she's better.(But fail every single time. I'll get you dad, I swear.) But now, at eighteen years of age, I have to start making a choice of my life career. I have to start behaving like a woman. Manners and all. I have to stop watching the sports channel.(Yeah, right.) I have to take care of my appearance. Pamper my face with all those creams and make-up sets and whatever.
 And and and the big one, "You have to start carrying a handbag."
Now, seriously. Okay, I know some of my friends have actually began to have their own handbags, even when they are fifteen or sixteen. But not me. Imagine me, having a handbag. That is a laughable idea. I mean, seriously? But yeah, mom actually got me one last Friday. Alain Delon. To keep my belongings. Wherever I go. And last Friday, I had to take it with me when we were in KL, and... I felt like a little girl playing dress up. You probably would not understand why am I making such a big deal out of this, but this is HUGE for me. I'm eighteen, EIGHTEEN! Grown up. My childhood, those rebellious teenage days where I can still pout at the corner just to get something from my parents, are gone. All over. And it went pass so fast, I did not even realise it.
That, was the handbag issue. Next, my cousin's wedding is next week. And we have to dress up in formal. Which means, I will have to wear a dress. And mind you, it's not the typical kids' frock I use to wear when I was eight or nine, it's a dress a woman wears. To look elegant, accentuating the curves, the one in which you had it on and the Miss Universe fantasy comes into your mind (This is not a fantasy of mine, I assure you, it's my cousin sister who keeps doing an Evil Queen in Snow White and asking the mirror, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most beautiful in grandmother's house?" And she replies herself, "Me, of course." Oh God. She's only 8, for the record. And sooo vain. Btw, the only fantasy I have which is close to hers, is... getting marry to someone like Fernando Torres. No, err.. Alex Pettyfer. I mean, Rafael Nadal. Oh, who cares.)
So yeah, the dress. We got the dress last Sunday, and 3-inches of heels to go with it. As if I'm not tall enough.  And all this feels too fast. The dress would look inappropriate if anyone under 16 wears it. But no, I'm not sixteen. I'm eighteen. And again, that feeling of a little girl playing dress up came back to me. Dad was smiling, I could feel him holding back the retort he wanted to make, mom was the one fussing all over me. Ergh.
I know, I'm making it as if it's a big deal and all when it isn't, but dear ones, this is the breaking news in my life. I'm growing up. And all this... is out of my norm. I don't know whether I like it, or I'm afraid of it. But hey, I'm still me. I hope that doesn't changes.
 God, I'm losing my mind thinking about the wedding. As if I'm the one getting married. Dress? Checked. Heels? Checked. Accessories? Not yet. (Note: Get the beautiful ring you saw the other day, pout to daddy till he buys it.) WHAT IF I TRIP AND FALL WITH THOSE HEELS?! There, a premonition. I will trip and fall. I can barely walk in those! Thanks a lot mom, thanks A LOT.
Note to self: Never follow mom's advice if you are sure it's not going to happen that way. You are just gonna end up torturing yourself.

Anyway, this entire week, Deepavali fever is heating up! Helped mom do the cookies. The bomb, they are. I'm just excited for next week. Damn the exams. Tuesday there's the Thinking Skills paper, why I took the damn subject I don't know, Wednesday's Deepavali, Thursday's Chem practical paper, Friday, preparation for cousin's wedding, Saturday, the wedding in the morning, the dinner at night, Sunday, last minute studying for paper 6 Maths. How very exciting. But seriously, I am very excited. And oh yeah, nervous.

There, done with my rambling for the day. Not gonna blog tomorrow, I have an important, IMPORTANT exam on Thursday, so if you see me online for more than 15 minutes, kill me. Seriously.

There you go, Siew Ern. Go download the app for you to be able to dream and imagine, at least. Before I throw you into the dungeons, for real.

You Pick Me Up, Breathing Life To Me, I Owe My Life To You

Happy Birthday Eminem, Marshall Mathers, Slim Shady! (They are all the same dude, just so you know.)

"I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There's no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it." -Eminem


My inspiration. The words, he's just too amazing. The living genius.
Cheers to the living legend, to the rapper I love most, to the one whose name is big in the industry, who is respected for his work on music, for the words in many heads as he put them into songs.
He isn't vain or selfish. He hardly ever turns up for music award shows, because they were never of utmost importance to him. He supports charity through The Marshall Mathers Foundation. He's the best selling artist of last decade. Despite his controversies with other artists, the fact he doesn't hide his hatred towards them (Mariah Carey!) he built his own legacy. And he's only 39.

A toast to the man who keeps me sane during my darkest hours. It's the truth that I became a stronger person because of him. You might not understand, but every time I hear his music, I felt hope within me. His song made me stronger after all that shit I was put through in two years, and Demi Lovato's story made me believe that we all can stay strong.:) Love you, Marshall Mathers! You are the best EVER. The greatest ever.

He's perfect and your argument is invalid.

I Am Lost, I Am Vain, I'll Never Be The Same

Got my sports channels BACK! Months of torture without it. And my first programme on it was, the Korean Fomula One Grand Prix. THANK YOU, GOD!

Lewis Hamilton, is back on podium. After 5 races of finishing just shy of the coveted 3rd place, he's back. Rightfully. The car, is a piece of thrash. Dear Mclaren, for god's sake, get something done!
But then again, for such a ridiculous car, Lewis Hamilton was amazing. Those defensive maneuvering and all, no one else could have achieve it. That's why he's my favourite. The never say never attitude.

“He may be downplaying it, because he’s a perfectionist and he wanted to win, but to withstand such enormous pressure, for lap after lap, from a faster car, was a drive absolutely worthy of the great champions,” team principal Martin Whitmarsh noted.

That's my man. Always making me proud. And now, I've gotta do a Lewis and make my own victory.:) Thank you, Lewis, for being an inspiration and making me believe, comebacks are not merely miracle, and determination is the fuel. Lewis Hamilton, is a determined man. A very determined man. My idol.:)
It's been more than one year since I spoke of him as my idol in English class. Puan Farina was like, why is a F1 racer your idol? There are reasons to it. He's human too. And he handles problems, the same way I do. Okay, maybe better. But we both get prickly when criticism comes our way. Hello, we don't live to impress you. We have big ego. Aaah, the pride.:)

Serious studying mode as of tomorrow. Yeah right. Gash, I gotta get my head in the game! I have not completed the revision of any subject, I'm doomed. And thursday's Bio practical. Whatthehell am I doing.

Today, I bought an ankle length gown. That will be my next story. But seriously, I'm wearing a gown, GOWN! And 3-inches or something heels. And I'm pretty sure I can't walk in those. I'm doomed, again.

Seriously, who told I was 18?

P.S- Last Friday, was the best I've ever had with my friends. I'm gonna miss you guys. It was our last in college lunch, and it was amazing. And watching Tangled with Rachel Saw, was the most hilarious thing ever. But Tangled was a beautiful story, nevertheless, so Rachel Saw, just stick to it being a fairy tale, forget reality!

The awkward moment when your friend spells fairy tale as fairy tail, and you wondered how the hell would fairies look like with those tails. Hahaha. That dude!

It Doesn't Matter Where, I Don't Care If People Stare, I Feel Like Dancing Tonight!

"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles." - Charlie Chaplin

I don't know why I even worry about those things. When I can be laughing and smiling at worthy things.

It's October, already! Too fast. Where did all the time gone to? 10 months ahead, and I don't know what the hell am I doing. Ohkay, focus, time to get back on track. 2 months left, to work, to laugh, to live life, to gather memories.:) 2011, I might not like you that much, but you will still be part of my memories. So, please be good till the end of the year. :)

Seriously, I don't know what am I doing. Sorry lah.

Scares and Scars

Have you ever experienced that feeling, that moment, when a random thought of paranoia, something bad, of course, appeared in your head, all of sudden, so randomly that at that time you did not give it much thought.. until it happens for real 5 minutes later?

I did. And it's frightening. It's not the first time.

I hope he's alright. I hate premonitions, and I hate when it actually happens, in front of my eyes, when I already know what's going to happen and I did nothing about it. I could have saved him. Or at least spare him. I'm so sorry.

Old Friend, Why Are You So Shy?

So many wedding invitations! (And the big one of course. Can't wait. Sickening backstabbers.:))

So much of shopping to do. And I don't know if I'm happy about it. I'm not the shopaholic person and all.. unless if it's books. Story books.:)

Sam Tsui! (I realise I hvae been pronouncing his name wrong all along, until I heard him saying it today. Sorry Sam.)
Anyway, he is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Thanks to him, I'm HOOKED to Adele's Someone Like You. Did I say I don't REALLY like that song? I love that song. SAM TSUI'S version. Too amazing. The replay button got raped. Sorry. This dude, ohGOD. I love Adele too, but this cover of this song which I earlier found it was kinda blahhh.. Sam Tsui!

The Wanted is trending on Twitter. So awesome! I love them. But but but, here are the Twitter trends:
SIVA CREAM MY BROWNIE.
NATHAN MEET ME AT THE GOLF COURSE.
MAX CAN YOU EAR ME
THOMAS CAN YOU WANK ME
JAY BANG ME LIKE YOUR TAMBOURINE

I was like, WHAT THE HELL?
I know, it's disgusting. Turned on The Wanted fans.
I LOVE The Wanted, but but but I don't go there! Anyway, Nathan Skyes and Siva Kaneswaran and Thomas Parker, I ADORE YOU GUYS! Hahah. Just love here.:) My third favourite band after LINKIN PARK!, and THE SCRIPT (aaaah!).

Just a random post on my obsession. A random day, but a fun one. And it rain bangles just now. I dropped the entire box of bangles I was balancing on one hand, and I broke a number of them.:( Stupid girl.

Shoutout and love to Rafael Nadal and Lewis Hamilton for TOMORROW! Both in Japan, both met each other, both are friends, both are awesome, both are doing VERY well in their respective tournament and races, I HEART you guys.

Oh tidak!XD  A Spaniard. An Englishmen. Two GREAT sportsmen. Two BEAUTIFUL smiles. And Beats by Dr. Dre.:)

Less than three, my awesome comrades! Less than three.:)

Hey, I miss you.

"Sometimes it last in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."

You Had A Lot Of Dreams That Transformed To Visions

After all, life is too short to be anything but happy. Even with the little things in life.

I've said it so many times, and yet I feel like I have not said it enough. I love the friends I have. They make we feel strong, at my lowest. And they were the reason behind my highest. I know, all this cheesy cliches, man, I'm so lame. But it's true! It's how I feel. I love them. I know, this is all so random. We swore we would never forget each other no matter which part of the world we'll be in the near future.That's what they said once upon a time. And look what happened now. But this time, I sense there's something different. Something more, achievable. More believable.:) There's like only 9 months, 9 months left in college! Suddenly, that revelation got me sad. Because, I'm actually starting to enjoy college. Sure, I can't wake up every morning, I curse the fact that bedtime is over, I moan at the homework left to do, I fear the upcoming exam, but most importantly, I always manage to cherish each day, thanks to my beautiful friends. 

Thank you for making my every single day, you guys.

The people who mean a lot to me every single day, Christina, Vincent, RACHEL SAW!, Bryan Ong, Brian Teoh (Honestly, I don't know, hahah.), Chia Eu Jian, Chai Hui Yen.:) Thanks you guys, for making me smile. (Don't ask what's wrong with me.)

Yesterday, was the passing of a great man. Steve Jobs. The entire world was mourning for him. Because, he made a change in this world, a change nobody could forget. Naturally, everything was about him, yesterday. Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple, the man behind technology today. The inspiration. He deserved all the tribute the world paid him. (Apparently he would have been the 5th richest man today had he not sold all his shares in 1985. Woahh. And currently he's the 110th richest man in the world.) Thank you, for being an inspiration through how you saw the world. He's an inspiration.

Despite his passing through cancer, there is no reason we should be terribly saddened by this news. He spent his life the way he wanted, he changed the world. Apple is more than a fruit now, isn't it?=) He would have been proud for all that he has done, and so should we. 

I think that we should only be sad for those who died, those who never got the chance to do anything in their life. Anything to stamp their mark. We should feel sorry for them. Not the great Steve Jobs, because I don't think he feels sorry for himself, he lived the life he himself wanted. 

I've always believed in being different, dreaming big, think differently. Not joining the rat race, and confined to a spot. I've dreamt so many things, planned many, keeping faith it will work well, one day. My mom always asked me, why am I not like the rest? Countless of times, I only smiled at her and said, "that's because, I'm me." Today she asked me again, why am I like this. Why haven't I made a plan on what am I going to be in the future. What am I gonna study for. Again, I smiled. Ahh, mom, I'm sorry for not being like them. I can't be rooted to a place, and run around in circles! We live life only once, I don't think I want to be stuck like that. I can't tell her that, knowing she would never understand. That is why I look up to Steve Jobs. A visionary, a dreamer. A lot like who I want to become. I know two great friends who are different in many ways, a lot like me. First there's the big dreamer like me, Rachel Saw.:) But unlike me, she doesn't keep her dreams and ambitions to herself. Everyday we hear her go, one day she will be up there. You have my wishes, Ray! I love you, Rachel.:) Hahah. Next, there's Vincent Loo. He thinks out of the box. Behaves like nobody's watching. Crazy as hell, but one of the nicest dude ever. It's a nice thing knowing you are different from the rest. You create the desire lines of your own, you make you own race. 

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma –

 which is 

living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions 

drown out your 

own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. 

They 

somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”-

Steve Jobs.

A tribute to a visionary. A man loved by millions. A man for whom words never stopped flowing out on his death day. A man who is a legend. Many may have only acknowledged his existence yesterday, but one could not help but admire his story. Live to dream, dream to make a change.:) 

Mr Steve, thank you for my iPod anyway. The iPod which saved my life twice. I'm not being dramatic, haha, it was the truth. 

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.- Steve Jobs. 

Wise words. The moment when craziness is the best part of life.:) I'm happy that I'm crazy, have friends who are equally crazy, and happy with my life. Hey, at least I don't push people away, I don't get sensitive all the time and cry in corners, I'm always willing to help a friend in need, I care for everyone I love, and I enjoy my life as it is. Someone was unhappy with us having such a good time, saying that the close bond we forged between friends, is only a joke. Not knowing that everything he do, and say is a joke by itself, because he pushed everyone away, and then comes back expecting people to treat him like God. Maybe it's time you open your eyes and see what life is really about. We live only once, and all this while, you're making a sad case out of yours. 

Carpe diem.:)

"Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter to me..Going to bed at night saying we've done something wonderful.. that's what matters to me."

RIP Steve Jobs.