Terendak Fever

I've known all along that I would have to go to Terendak Camp, an army camp in Melaka in my second year. But time flies so fast, I'll be leaving to Terendak in one week!!

Scared? Definitely
Happy? Erm.. dunno
Ready? Will I ever be?
Excited? No comment

We've done a lot of training for this camp. One thing that is for sure, we have to STAY FIT! It's going to be a six day camp without any means of communication with the outside world, hardly being able to clean ourselves and definitely sleep deprived!! It's been quite some time since I went camping. The last camp that I can remember is the UNESCO camp in Pahang that I went to when I was 16. Well, that's like.... 5 years ago! God, that was fast.

Okay. So besides the physical and mental preparation, we also had a very long list of items to bring to Terendak including triangular bandage, poncho, torchlight and so on. So I went shopping on Sunday as it was my last weekend before I'll be leaving. Thanks to Aunty Roza and Uncle Baharum for entertaining me to shop all my stuff =)

Still I have things to buy and prepare. Quite a long list I may say. What entertained me most as I entered class today is the 'clearness' at the boy's side. Maybe you would wonder why. Terendak camp is a military style camp where we will have to do some military stuff ie pumping, jogging, climbing etc. One of the compulsory criteria for guys is for them to become BALD! Haha.. Seriously!! Some of them has already cut their hair, thanks to Ali who has a shaver and the talent (erm, to become bald, no talent really needed, aite? LOL:P). He charges them RM3 (reasonable eyy?) for them to cut their hair. Maybe by the end of this week it will be a clear field. Some if the guys who have long hair will definitely feel sad to cut off their hair. Thank goodness I do not have to cut mine :) .

So, Terendak's coming. It's going to be a long 6-day camp. *sigh* What's worse is that we will be coming back on Thursday and we will be having our finals for Disaster and Relief Medicine. How crazy is that? After a total of 6 days with just like maybe 3 hours of sleep each night (well, that's lucky enough), how am I supposed to study for my finals next week??? Wanted to bring my notes, but don't think that's a good idea. The schedule will be packed anyway.

Now. the second week of Public Health. Get studying for the assessment!!!!!

What a day!

Just done with my Young Mercy 1 (YM1) project for this year - Family and Youth Carnival 2009. The FYC was held at Dataran Kemerdekaan Shah Alam. Thank God, everything ran smoothly. Even the weather was on our side. It rained just after we were done with the closing ceremony for only 15minutes, maybe to cool us down after the extremely hot day!!

I am exhausted. Two hours of sleep was all I managed to get. Maybe some of us got even more, and maybe some didn't sleep at all!!

Fariz came!!! Yay... It was fun to see him. But Fariz, you're so bad!! Went home never tell me!! *cry*

Anyway, I don't have any pictures yet. Hope to get them soon from miss camera-girl that day yea.

Last but not least, congratulations to all members of YM1. At last, it's all done...

Just for today...

Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face,
but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.

Mistakes

Mistakes. We all make them. Sometimes it is easy to just wipe it away using an eraser, leaving an unnoticed patch on a paper. Sometimes we tend to be negligence, trying to act as if we don't care or not being responsible for it. Other times we would look back regretting what we had done in the past, hoping it could be better. But if we could ever go back to the past to wipe all the tears and regret away, would the laughter and happiness that come with it vanish as well. The past is not something to dwell on, but should be taken as a learning experience that would help us to be a better person for the future.

Stick and stones can break bones, leaving a permanent damage superficially for the eyes to see, but actions can shatter your heart and words can rip your soul, leaving an unnoticed yet severe damage. Sometimes you can never tell if you are doing the right thing, never could you say the right words at the right time. But there are times where you have to say for someone to know, to find out and understand how you feel.

Things tend to get worse when you think about it, when you let it sink in and be all over you.

I do not know if I am just a mistake. Maybe, who knows.

When the gray cloud threatens ...

Hati, pujuklah perasaan..
Jauhi segala kesangsian..
Cinta.. Walaupun berjauhan..
Kan ku kenang senyuman..
Kerinduan ku masih..
Kepadamu kekasih...

Sometimes...

If I don't do it today, will I regret not doing it tomorrow?

SOMETIMES you wonder if you were someone else, or even lived a different lifetime, or known different people, will things be different. You whine about what the future has installed for you, about the past you've left behind. SOMETIMES you open up old picture albums, listen to your once-favourite-song, look at yourself in the mirror and tears start to fall. SOMETIMES you feel like changing your style, tyhe way you look, your hair, your outfit, everything you have without realizing if someone else is influencing you to become someone that you might not recognize in the coming years, trying to make you a part of their group, or just to make you one of them. SOMETIMES you'll sigh, you feel devastated and frustated with your life where you feel you just want to shut the world out and be in your own little shell where nothing can hurt or harm you.

Cry..

Right now I just feel like pushing the stop button to let everything just be...

Small things do matters

Last night before I went to bed, I glanced at my sister's hamster's cage. "Kakak, is Hockey Pockey still alive?" My sister then asked me to try to poke it or make it move, and luckily it did.

But this morning, when I woke up, I heard my sister say that Hockey Pockey has died. Just last week we brought him to the vet. Maybe it was time, and Hockey Pockey has already lived for more than one year, making him an old man in some way.

Back to the very beginning, I was never fond of Hockey Pockey before. I dreaded times when I had to help my sister change it's bedding in the cage and so on. But eventually I find looking at him on the hamster wheel rather fascinating, and he is a cute little fella.

I just can't stop my tears, seeing my sister extremely sad. All things do come to an end. It was better for Hockey Pockey to die rather than suffer. The vet told us that he might have had cancer.

Hockey Pockey, you've been a wonderful little hamster. Though you eat a lot and smell some times, I love you. And I will always miss the sound of your wheel when you're on it.