Enchanted

Eventually my final had come to the end. First semester is officially declared over. I am so excited about my semester break, even though it is only a week break. I can finally relax myself a bit with doing some kind of work that I enjoy to do. I kind of having myself a plan to accomplish during this short break. First aim, of course is to improve my English. Second thing, have a quick review on my second semester subject. And the third is to complete my reading list. These are my top three things on my wishlist. Hopefully, I could accomplish all of it in time.

I was just over the moon when I found James is coming to the town. It was fairly a perfect timing for his coming. I couldn't help thinking when he is holding his guitar and singing with his husky voice in real. And my dream had come true. I was there.

Undoubtedly, my action toward him was way too insane. The minute I listen to his song where I found on Youtube, I was unconditionally, irreversibly in love with his husky voice. I was actually attempting to find some new chinese songs to listen to at the time being, but I failed to do so as there were not much new song being released. I was quite despair at the moment but somehow I found him. He totally surprises me. Aside from his brilliant voice, he has changed my stereotype of thinking about the Britain. I don't know why and how, I always had a thought of the Britishers are cold but until his presence. He is vivacious and one of a kind. He never fail a smile in front the crowd but I don't know if under the table. Well, hopefully he is a total happy camper! :)

So, on Saturday morning, I woke up late actually. I had committed to catch up my friend at around 10 in the morning at the main train station but I ate my word for my alarm clock didn't go off. I am truly sorry to let her wait for me at the station alone. And also, I felt so bad when she asked if she could have a burger at Mcdonald while waiting for me. Nevertheless, she insisted to wait for me, even though I said yes to her. Sorry! :'( I should have set the alarm in my phone. 

Frankly, I wasn't sure if there is a need to call my other friends to come around because we have been a long while didn't talk to each other. Even though we were best friends in high school, but as time flies, everything has changed. We are no longer the same. We are living in different circles, different lifestyles, pursuing different dreams. I was afraid that we have nothing to say and stay blank. It would be embarrassed if it happened. However, it turned out surprisingly. We talked variety topics, from the recent life to deep heart, and share some knowledge we have learnt in class. The conversation went smoothly and warm-hearted.

I am so glad and grateful to have her in my life. She is just one of a kind. 

Saw these two adorable robots which composed of million of tiny chips while heading to the 'Tokyo Street'. I was enchanted by it. (in art aspect)

When these came into my sight, I saw a piece of great art instead of the electrical stuff that most of the engineer would probably see. I was slightly waver, doubting myself if I really want to be an engineer. Honestly, I am not really sure about it. 

I love art. Really love it. But I don't dare to say I would love it for the rest of my life. When something I really enjoy to do all the time has become a work or an assignment, I afraid that it would turn to be something I hate the most. It's risky if I do so. Instead of work with passion, I would rather to choose to 'protect' my passion. I would rather to give a try on other things that I think I might love it or not. Even though it is risky too, but losing my enormous passion on art is more risky than this. I wouldn't know what it would be if losing my passion on art... I doubt this sort of thought is wrong or right?     

Eventually, James. I saw him in real but not so real. I was really looking forward to his live performance. However, it turned out out of my expectation. I am not saying that his performance was bad but the audio system was low. I merely could hear him talking and singing. That's not clear enough. Furthermore, people were shouting here and there. 

I tried to close my eyes and stayed focus on his voice for several time, but I still failed to hear him. I really want to listen to his live performance and feel the shivering in my heart, my skins as he sing. But obviously, no hope. Well, it would be better if it was a pure music concert. Hopefully soon will have one. 

I bought his album anyway, but without getting signature from him. I was hesitating down at the stage, wasn't sure if I want this album to be signed. I know I am the weirdo, absolutely. Well, who would hesitate of getting a signature from their idol? Apart from that, who would let go of a chance of hand shaking, look in close distance or take any possibly intimacy with their idols? Perhaps a freak would. 

So, at the end, I didn't make my album spilled with any black inks. It stays just the way as I bought it. Packed with polystyrene nice and neatly.  

Something new

Spending time with lab report has seemed to be my part of hobbies now. Even the research and discussion. These totally make me feel like I want to know more! 

Though some of the times I don't know what I am doing inside the lab, but when it comes to analyzing data, research and stuff like that, I feels energized. It's a good thing, I think. I was so fed up with reports, research, analyzing data once before, but it's kind of weird until I found out I am actually like it. 

And also, lately I attended a class, it caught my attention. It were about religions and cultures. Same thing, I hated these sort of subjects before. I used to attend a few classes of moral studies, which are  mainly about ethnics, cultures and religions. It was dull. And, certainly a nightmare. I even prayed for myself, for never 'get involved' to those subjects for the rest of life. However, apparently, I have to. When I was told that I have to do it over again, I was like 'OMG, are you kidding me? What? Really?'. Certainly, not a joke. 

Perhaps it's due to the lecturer? I found it interesting when I attended her classes. My lecturer, she is kind of a story teller more than a teacher. She likes to share her experiences, her thoughts, everything with us. Attending her class is the most luckiest thing I've ever did. Indeed, she is one of the good lecturers I considers on my list. I could say that she has affected my way of thinking and also she's the one who brings me into the real world of cultures. I kind of fascinated by the stories and the facts of any one of the cultures and religions after attended her class. And yet I love fieldwork! This is the coolest part, I think. 

Despite how much I love to attend her class, my final is coming soon. Meaning I would just leave a couple of classes with her before the semester ends. It's kind of sad though. 

Anyways, I am so grateful for what she has taught me inside the class or outside. Hopefully I can attend other courses from her soon. 

The moment of

What a day! People all around me are talking about MH370. Yes, it's definitely a big news that even me, myself also discuss about this topic with family and friends. I was freaked out with this news indeed.

That Saturday morning, I woke up as usual. After my morning routine, I started to continue my lab report which was half way done. Since I am the kind of person who gets distracted so easily, so not until a word was typed in my report, I logged in to my FB to check my message. I always do that since I am not the cell-friendly person.

I had a quick glance on friends' status, news, musics, and a bunch of craps. Well, I did see a long essay with a picture of aircraft as I scrolled down the wall, but I just ignored it at that moment as I thought it was an essay of the 'how to rescue yourself during emergency?', 'Things that pilot wouldn't tell you' or 'The top ten airline in the world'.. I never had thought that it was a missing plane incident. By the time I revealed the news was already 16-hours passed. It was completely flipped me inside out!

So for the 2 days of weekend, I completely immersed into the topic. I couldn't concentrate on doing anything. I searched all the news, listened to radio, and yet, for the first time after secondary, I switched on the television to watch news. Frankly, I don't get in touch with the television for like years ago. Therefore, when I turned the power on of the television, I was shocked by myself too. Yea, I know it's weird/ I'm weirdo..

Indeed, the news that freaked me out the most wasn't the missing plane, but my dad's friend is one of them who sitting inside that plane. It was completely insane! I couldn't imagine if my family or I were one of the passengers.. From this incident, it does trigger me a lot of thinking. Like, How would I react at first, second...? What would I be if this happened to me...? How am I gonna say I Love You and Thank You to my parents and siblings? How am I gonna ask for forgiveness from family...? Abundant of questions crash into my head and I really don't know how... It's gonna be the hardest part.

Well, there is nothing I can contribute in this search though but I will pray with sincere. I really hope that all of the on board passengers along with the crews will be safe and sound!!

Come back home, please!

Please show them the way back home, Amen.    

A dream

So there, another one has gone.

Everything just seemed to be fine to me when I was told that he had gone. I didn't know exactly what was happening. Like a dream. A dream that's so fake but somehow realistic.

I was dreaming. I'm so sure for this.

Rainy

I realize that this blog has been totally neglected for quite a moment since I last posted. Some more, my english is getting worse now.(Sob) I supposed to make it more frequent as I promised but I just got beaten down by my laziness. Facepalm*  

I just got the permission of taking the driving lesson from my dad lately. Well, I guess I am pretty much the very last who takes the driving lesson among my friends. 

Before I went to the center, I had a thought of 'I'll be the oldest among the learners' bear in my mind. It's because, basically, people would like to take the driving lesson when they're at their legal 17. And here I'm 19. So I was guessing I might be the oldest in the class is fair enough. But it surprised me that there were even older than me. Some of them were like 30 and above and some were just around my age. And there my weird thought got vanished.

Frankly, it was the most tedious lesson I had ever take. It's even boring than the moral and malaysian studies that I used to take in college! However, it wasn't surprised me since I'd heard a lots from my friends who used to attend this lesson said that it was boring.  

Not waited until half, I fell asleep. I just can’t help myself from getting rid of it. It was really torturing!

Right after this, I needed to pass the Undang-undang test so that I could attend for another lesson which based on the common knowledge of the car structure and so forth. The passing mark of the test is 42 out of 50. Bad penny I failed at my first attempt badly. I was entirely absentminded for my rest of the day after the test. You know what, I could have passed the test if I could earn one more point. That feeling is really killing me!

Few days later, I retook the test. This time I went back home with a smiley face because I got 46 out of 50! Wuhoo! Yeah, I know! Perhaps this is not something big deal for somebody but me!

Later that, I supposed to attend my last lesson which I have mentioned just know. For this last lesson, it just provided on a particular time. So I could either take it on Wednesday or Sunday. Since it was nearly noon on Wednesday, therefore I could only choose to attend the final lesson on the coming Sunday.

Undoubtedly, it was as boring as the same of the first lesson.

I sloped off by 12. By the time I reached home, it started to rain just at the perfect timing! Cool! I really love raining and I can’t just literally tell you how much I love it!

Right now, I'm waiting for my L license to get ready so that I can start to learn to drive a real vehicle in real life. I am looking forward to it. Hope everything will be just fine and safe and sound! 

Lastly, 

beautiful moments that I captured right at the perfect timing;

I am not an expert who can capture precisely and wonderfully with a secret hidden behind but I just like to capture what I think is perfect. Maybe it's just a rubbish to someone but that's what I mean by my kind of perfect :)