Making the right decision.

So I've ceremoniously completed my Foundation in Science in UTAR. Yes, I said ceremoniously. I didn't do nearly as good as I should, relatively bad maybe. My perspective of course. I feel as though I am on the edge of failure, failing at every opportunity I get to actually enter a good university. 

It all started a year ago, I decided to study UTAR's FIS program and then later on continue with a degree in Mechatronic Engineering there too. Which was a ultimate stupidity. I mean, I don't even have the interest in doing stuffs like that. But more about that later. 

And so after an entire year of being strained and stressed out, I've finished it. During that whole three semesters I already know deep down that I am not cut out of engineering. My physics is not bad, but neither is it good. It is just average. Mediocre. And you know what? I really do not think doing and being mediocre is good enough to get me that degree. And judging by the percentage of UTAR Engineering dropouts and failures, I really could not imagine what would happen to me. Am I just scaring myself? What do you think? 

Nonetheless, after striking out engineering from my list, I looked towards BSc degrees. I thought to myself, I'd pick Biology over Physics hands down. But what was my barrier this time? I am not allowed many options as I did not take Biolody in my SPM. So I picked just pure chemistry for my degree. All I have to do now is just to get the transfer form and wait for approval. And hell I was darn sure that the approval will be a success. Why you may ask? That is because a friend of mine is also in the same stream as me and doing this as her degree already. So three semesters passed. And my decision was made.

So a day after I got my results, I went back to UTAR to get the transfer done with. I went to the admission department and talked to the guy about my transfer. He took my results and information in and processed for about 50 seconds. He came back to me and said 'Sorry. You are not allowed to transfer.' I stoned there. I was speechless. I did not know what to do. I questioned him and informed him about my friend's stream and course. He gave me one last sentence to shut me up, he said to me 'You have no biology in your SPM certificate.'.

At that point in time, I knew that there was nothing else I could do. 

I felt lost and indecisive  I didn't know what else I could do. All I know is that I had to have my mind made up before classes commences. And that is in a week time. Which made things even more tense. After sobbing in the car for god knows how long. I decided to let go of UTAR and shop for some other university. 

You know what? I completed my foundation with a cgpa of only 2.89. Most universities that offer the course that I want has a requirement of a minimum cgpa of 3.0 or even 3.5. Despite the fact that counselors, friends and even lecturers from all over tell me how hard is it to score well in UTAR, I believe otherwise. I have friends that score well in UTAR, so why can't I? I blame myself for not working hard enough and only aiming for an average grade in everything.

Later that day, my boyfriend brought me to MAHSA U. Had a talked with the counselors there, had them process my results and info, had a tour of the facilities there. And I got their acceptance letter to do a UK degree in Physiotherapy. This is absurd! I can get in to MAHSA's physiotherapy but not UTAR's!

My parents seem to be exceptionally affirmative of me doing this. They really are. I do not think it would be bold choice to go against their decision. But then again, I'm the one studying.

I do not know what else to say about it but you get the idea. Goodbye.

Surviving A Stay In Ho Chi Minh City.

This post is gonna be filled with my cb faces so please brace yourselves. And again, I'm going to rant about useless things and upload unrelated pictures! I had too many pictures of HCMC and also of myself to choose from. So I chose many useless and ugly pictures. haha.

I didn't want to break my Vietnam post into 4 or 5 parts because I find that very tiring, And maybe by the time I reach the 5th part, I've entirely forgotten everything about the trip. So I decided to cramp everything into one long post! But then again I can't make it too long, because blogger might push all my previous post to the next page. You get my dilemma right? 

I'm gonna rant first. 

1) The traffic is just... CHAOTIC!

The first few days there just was a terrible experience. We Malaysians are so use to showing our "hand" to the incoming cars whenever we cross the road. And in Malaysia, that actually works, the incoming vehicle will actually stop for us to cross. Maybe, just maybe if the driver is some kind of impatient dude then you might get honk for a while but who cares right? But still, that's a little rare to come about. 

I panicked when I looked at the forever-busy street, so I ran across the street the first time. And I made a huge mistake. Because the thing is, the cars, trucks, motorbikes and every bicycles will never stop! Its practically endless! Not to mention, most road users ride their motorbikes on the pavement rather than waiting calmly. Especially when you come to a round-a-bout. You will never be able to find a gap between cars where you can actually have enough time to squeeze into. So how are we suppose to cross the road? 

You must NGEH NGEH LEI! You just a to keep walking! Other wise you'll just be standing there, staring at the passing vehicles for the whole day! You need to grab your balls and walk like you own the road! Big vehicles like cars and buses will stop or slow down for you. And cyclist will avoid you. That's the thing, the people there constantly have to dodge motorbikes, bicycles, and cars coming from every direction. EVERY DIRECTION!

What I did wrong on the first day was that I just ran across, causing all the cyclist to panic as well because they do not know how to avoid me. Whether to go through from behind or in front me. But I survived the Ho Chi Minh City traffic. 

2) The non-stop car honking!

I swear I was so fed-up. In Malaysia, we do not fully utilize our honks. We only honk someone when...

• Our vehicle is double parked.
• Someone parked at our parking spot.
• A car comes to close to our car.
• Getting out of a junction too slowly. (HAHAHAHAH)
• Cut lane!
• Just suddenly stop or turns without any signal.
• When it is already a green-light and the vehicle in front is still somehow not moving.
• And most of the times when we are angry!

Can't seem to think of anything else but you see the pattern yet? Most of the time we honk out of rage! Every time we honk someone, we're either very angry or already cursing that person. I'm pretty sure after most of you honked an incoming car, you'd be like 'NIA MA DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IS IT?!' We even start cursing when someone honks us. 

My point? It's so different there. The people there use their honks so frequently but never because of rage. They don't even get angry when someone honks at them. They honk to alert the other vehicles that they are travelling are a faster speed. Or maybe to alert them to move aside?  

While I was there, the honking did not stop. Every one step I made, I heard three more horns. Which really was a drag. There was one day we went on a tour bus, the ride was about and hour long, so I decided to take a nap. BUT NO! I am not allowed to! The bus itself is honking 100000000000 times! 

But nonetheless, the good thing there is unlike Malaysia, even though the motorbikes to car ratio is like a million to one, the fear of having your handbag snatched away from you is not there. Usually when we hear the sound of an incoming motorbike, we would hug our handbags real tight and walk further away from the street. 

That's enough with my crap. 

So, I had to rush to the airport after my last paper on Friday. So I felt so oily and sticky and dirty. And it rained that day. Which made everything even worse. Just gonna post some pictures with some captions. 

It was only a 2 hour plane ride. I was so relieved! 

Wanted to sleep but I couldn't because it was so claustrophobic-ey. 

So I faked a sleeping photo instead!

My hair was so oily and disgusting I could even just change my parting like that. 

So I guess this is when we've landed. 

It was around 11pm when we reached. So it was kinda hard to hail a cab. But we managed. Haha. The cad brought us to our hotel. The first room we had was pretty nice. We had to change to a different one on the second night. So I shared a bedroom with my brother & sister.

Good thing we brought a universal converter.

So oily and pimply. Oh shit. 

dang dang dang! Scary or not?!

Next morning.

Had to eat as much as I can! Gotta walk the whole day!

Hahahah! Look at the cables! 

So many of my cb faces. hahaha

Next morning.

Bus ride.

I BOUGHT A NICE HAT!!

Nice hat to match with a nice boat! 

WINDY!

Then we went on a sampan!

All the way to Mekong!

Next morning!

My hair has been such a bitch lately I really have no idea how to tame it. So I had to use a hair pic to hold it down. Otherwise it'd fly and bounce everywhere.

She says STOP SPAMMING ME!

I've honestly lost track of what day it is and also what we've done during our trip. Do you know why? It's because we didn't went to many places for sight seeing etc. So I guess the rest of our days in Ho Chi Minh were spent walking around the city, shopping and shopping and shopping. Our hotel and some travel agencies offer a city tour but we just grab a map and walk around. We got lost a couple times, we even walked out of the map range. hahaha. So I guess you can say it was easy to find the Museum, Ho Chi Minh Park, Saigon Square, Benh Than market and also some other weird places.

So I think I'll stop here. If I make this post any longer, all my other posts will be forced to the next page. Uhh. Blogger. So toodles!

Sister Wendy says BYE!

Back already?

WASSAP? :P

Okay. Actually, my intention was to blog only after I'm back from my trip to Vietnam. That way I have more things to rant about, I guess? But not all things go out the way we plan.

Don't ask why. 

I am one day away from ending my finals, so tomorrow's my last paper! Ah, while I was scrolling through my torn-up blog, I noticed that I only blog during my semester breaks. Which means I'v never touched or even looked at my blog when I'm having classes, exams etc. I am always so stressed up and worn out during my study time. Why? I have no idea. 

I miss those times where I bring my camera along wherever I go. I miss having that urge to take pictures of EVERYTHING just so I can put it up in my blog for everyone to see. Now, I don't even take pictures of food, sceneries or people. Heck, I don't even take pictures of myself as much as I used to. 

But that's all gonna change! Because as up now, I am going to                   . Anyway, remember my new year's post? The one where I talked about my resolution list. Well, just so you know, I am one step closer to striking out one of em! But I am not going to tell you yet.

But I'll give you a hint: I am no where close to losing weight. HAHAHA. So you can cross that guess out!

I'm as chubby as ever. Maybe I've even gained a little weight? Okay maybe a lot.

I'm trying real hard to think about what important things I've done since my last post, then a list suddenly popped into my head. There's cny, valentines omg then I stopped.

First, the highlight! 

Sting, stang, stung!

So I guess the best part would be about me burning my skin off with acid. Haha. Think the yellow patch is caused by some concentrated nitric acid and the top white one is hydrogen peroxide. I couldn't care less about what chemical it was, all I knew was it stung like a bitch. What happened that week thought me this beautiful lesson to never NEVER handle strong chemicals bare-handed! I remember that yellow stain on my skin took 2 freakin weeks to disappear! Look like I ate curry and never washed my hands. 

I only asked my lecturer what should I do one week after I stained my finger with that yellow shit. And he answered me with 'I cannot help you.'

MOVING ON!

Mission accomplished!

After trying like a gazillion times, over and over again, putting my hands up and down, up and down... I FINALLY can do this braid ALL BY MY MYSELF. I am so cool! *Letting my self-admiration go wild for a while. Because I know no one will praise me for learning this so late.. I've asked around countless times, but sadly no one wants to tell me or teach me or show me. I was a sad sad girl. But not anymore! I am so proud of myself. This also thought me to never give up no matter how pain your arms gets after holding it up for so long tying your hair.

The uneven colours on my hair look like shit. Ah well, really can't be bothered to touch up or dye them a different colour. I'm gonna leave it till it grows longer, then cut the coloured ones away. Save money.

Times up! Gotta run! CHAAA! Toodles! 

*In such a hurry even my arms are blurry.

Lim Lynn.

I had no idea you could go to someone's instagram account through the computer. Silly me.

http://instagram.com/goheunice

I remember the time when this girl and these clothes use to be my everyday life. I might have lost all the pictures I took in high school. But I will never forget each & every wonderful thing that's happened there :')

So many memory flashback. I remembered when I was 16 and going through form 4. That was the year I met her. She was a newly transferred student. As she entered 4Jati that day, everyone greeted her and welcome her to Section 3. She only smiled back at us. She didn't even put effort in to actually make any friends that day. She was a petite and quiet girl. At first glance, she came across me as a very smart and nerdy girl. I thought she was that type of person that likes to be alone. She had amazingly straight teeth and her features kinda resembles a bunny. Back then I thought to myself, I don't think we can ever more than just acquaintances.

She came in class and sat beside JiaJia. Melissa, Teng and everyone else went to her to introduce themselves. They started talking and joking around with her. But as I stood aside and observed her, she only smiled at most of the jokes she heard. Then I thought to myself, OK EMO FREAK ALERT! Nonetheless  I went over to her seat and started introducing myself. Her name is Lim Lynn. I freaked out as I have never had a friend that has only 2 syllabus in their full name. I wanted to ask her why is her name like that. But I didn't. 

As the days gone by, all of us started feeling very comfortable around her. But it seems like she hasn't yet. We were very welcoming and warm with all our words and greetings. We make silly jokes so she feel awkward. But still, what is going on in her mind? 

Then one day, Melissa told me that there was something very weird in the new student's eyes. There was a black dot at the inner side of her eyes and it was bulging out! I felt so curious so I just had to check it out. After knowing that, everyday I spoke to her, I could only pay attention to that little black piece of flesh on the side of her left eye. Until one day, I finally decided to ask her what is that thing in her eye as I could not bear with not knowing anymore. She told me that she herself has no idea what is it. She said she had went to see the doctor about it and he said it was nothing.

Months has pass and we started getting closer and closer. She also started feeling very comfortable around us. But I spend my time with her very less as I always went for recess with my boyfriend. Around the month of July, there was another new student. His name was Hew Mong Cheng. He wasn't a new person to meet for me, I remember playing badminton with him months back. But just like the first day Lynn entered, everyone started jumping and hopping on to him and started introducing himself. Including Lynn.

As the year of 2010 ended, I was still far from being bestfriends with Lynn. She doesn't go out with us and unlike most of us, she doesn't tell us about her life and problems. But I knew very well that we were all getting very fond of each other. 

During the third day of 2011, all of us went back to school, it was the first day of school and also the year we had to prepare to sit for our SPM. All of us 5Jati peeps went in to class. It was a terrible mess! Everyone was fussing around and choosing where to sit. I picked my place, it was at the corner of the class and it was next to the door. I suddenly felt something strange. I couldn't see Lynn. Apparently she wasn't able to come to school. All of us sat around the corner of the class, but none of us were able to save a seat for Lynn. 

The day she came to school, we had to tell her she's not going to be sitting with us throughout the year. We sat very far apart. But she always walked over to our place. 2012 is the year I started understanding her life more. She started telling us more about herself. But 2012 is also the year I had countless life crisis. I argued with my parents and boyfriend twice a week, I got stabbed by my use-to-be 'goodfriends' in the back real hard etc. As everything happened, she was there to listen to every single detail. She doesn't only want to listen just because she wants me to feel better and to release everything. She actually cares about my life and she remembers everything about my life and family. She remembers everything I've ever said to her. She constantly ask me about them. She never tries to say any thing motivational to me, but to me, everything that came out from her mouth was motivational. Back then, I really couldn't see it. I really couldn't see the big picture she and everyone else painted in front of me. That was because I was too busy with my boyfriend, with my own life that I couldn't pay much attention to the friends that actually cared and loved me. 

Now, I see everything. Back then, I just couldn't mash both my friends and my boyfriend together. Because I know he wouldn't like it. And they just wouldn't get along. So I just had to entertain both parties separately. But still, after everything I've been through and after countless times of being ditched by me, she still remembers and she still cares. 

Now, this is the second year since I've graduated. She is still sticking around. Despite the fact that we're in different universities. She still cares and have strong urges to actually want to know every single detail about my life. She wants to know what happened in school. She wants to know how I met my current boyfriend. I never realized this, but after 3 years, I can finally see that she is a very important person in my life. I am so use to everything now, that after I've done something or after something big happened, I have that strong feeling of calling her and telling her everything. I always thought my one and only bestfriend was Melissa, but unknowingly, I've made another one. The one I could never imagine would be. The one that I could never see. I feel so stupid. She helped me through everything, even my studies. She is a very humble and modest girl. She doesn't like to admit that she is smart, she would just categorized herself as 'average'. But she was a genius. Still is. 

I regret not making the best of our my high school life. 

I regret not spending more time with my high school friends. 

Thank you Lim Lynn for moving to Bandar Kinrara. Thank you for transferring to Section 3. Thank you for walking in my life and thank you taking up such a big space in my heart.

Two Oh One Three!

I was so swamped up on my last post I completely forgotten to say Happy 2013! So happy new year guys!

This year, I did not go to any crowded places to countdown to 2013. Well, mainly it was because I'm terribly afraid I'd get robbed by idiots unknowingly or maybe I'll even get some major leg crampage because of the all-night-standing event they've prepared for us. I definitely would not like to spend my last night of 2012 with fatties having their sweaty and sticky armpits just grinding against my (maybe) sweaty body. And plus I'd get insufficient oxygen that night and might die on the spot due to the crowd *coughs* but mainly due to my height as I am not that tall. Taller people just tend to suck up all the oxygen there is. I pity them dwarfs. Figures. And when I sweat, I'd smell like a hippopotamus' number two. Why the hell would I want to dress up so nicely and end up getting soaked in my own sweat?

Okay I'm just kidding. Despite the crowd, I'm actually really jealous of the people that get to see big beautiful fireworks! All I saw was a mini version of a firework performance. And the sounds? Maybe if I clap my hands loud enough, I wouldn't even be able to hear the bok bok sound of the fireworks. So there, 

I'm jealous :(

So this is the miniature shit I saw that night. Oh well. I'm done complaining. 

But hey. I wouldn't say my countdown was that bad. Just the fireworks part. I'm glad I get to spend the last couple hours of 2012 with my cute friends. And food too! What more can I ask for? 

Okay, maybe I could have asked for a bigger view of the fireworks. But no complaints! Haha. 

I don't usually make any new year's resolutions because I know for sure I will never come through with it. So why do I want to waste my time. Save the disappointments, right? But that was when I was young. I am unofficially nineteen now! And for this, I shall make a resolution list for 2013!

Eunice's Resolutions for 2013

1) Start saving money, stop spending!

Ever since I was a little girl, I did not have any sort of saving habits. Not even those excess 20cents or 50cents change. I had dozens of piggie banks that people gift wrapped for me, but never once have I ever used them. When I see money in my purse, I spend. Even now, I am nineteen (emphasizing :P) and IF you manage to successfully sneak your way into my house to rob me, I swear you will not be able to find a single cent. I mean rob me, not my family. Lol. I know it's a bad habit. But that's all going to change! I hope...

Or maybe I'll just get this...

2) Get better grades in my degree.

I have completely given up on my foundation year. I've scored so averagely in the first two trimesters that I know it is highly impossible for me to pull up my cgpa to a 3.0 now. So I'll just stroll through this final trimester and get yet another disappointing 2.8 -__- I will just have to save up all my hard work now so I can pour everything out during my first couple years of degree. Mindset of a proud Malaysian! Okay, just don't flunk this one Eunice!

3) Fats off!

This should be interesting... I've gained so much I swear I dare not stand on the weighing scale. I rather not know my weight right now. It will only kill me psychologically. I need to loose weight! I MUST! Haha. I got so inspired by one of my close friend Jennifer (http://catlifestories.blogspot.com/). I read her blog and do you know what I saw?! I was blinded by her awesomeness! She blogged that she successfully lost 6kgs in 2012! I was astonished! I wanted to slice away all the excess fats on my belly and my ass, literally. Ahh. I hope by the end of 2013, I can proudly say I've lost 10kgs! LOL. 

Jerry brought me to Nadeje @ Malacca the other day and well.. I don't know. It just seems like something worth mentioning. Haha. And the cakes... OH WOW.

I just thought maybe I should look at them a lil more before I officially start my weight loosing plan.

So I can proudly say that Jerry is a big contribution to my fats :) Thank you Jerry!

Oh yeah. And my dad too. For feeding me breakfasts like this. He thinks showing his love to my is feeding me with fatty food. Some dad right.

And my mom too. For always buying sweet cakes, tarts and cookies. And for also making sweet cakes, tarts and cookies.

Okay. Maybe I'm just exaggerating. My parents feed me healthy food. The fat credits mostly goes to Jerry.  

4)Stop biting my nails.

Okay. This, I know is pointless writing. I've been biting my nails ever since I could chew. How awesome am I? I can never have beautiful manicures like most girls. I cannot look all high class with my expensive, sparkly, hard, gel/acrylic nails. I am a sad sad girl. I have been wanting to stop ever since I was thirteen. And I am nineteen (emphasizing again :P) now! But maybe after writing this here, I'll try harder? Who knows?

5) Control my temper.

I hate people that are born annoying! I hate being annoyed by people that are born annoying!  I have no idea why I get irritated so easily. When I get heated up, I can't be cooled down by anyone. And I will start showing that sour bitch face (I know its very ugly and you feel like slapping me). I know I tend to act like a stuck up bitch or queen of the world whenever I am angry. I really do not know how all of you cope with me. I am so sorry. I need to try taking deep breaths every time someone stupid decides to stupidify me.

6) Care and appreciate those who love me. 

My big big family. Somehow, after countless arguments with my parents, siblings and relatives, no matter how hard we fought against each other, whenever I needed help, they were always there for me. They are always there for me whenever I fall. They are always there to pick me up no matter how deep-a-shit I got myself into. They are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure I am okay. I love my family.

Just gotta love them. I mean, how can I not, right?

Besides my family there's also one other person that has been holding me up all this time. He was there for me every single millisecond I broke down, had my mood swung up, down and all around. He was there when I had countless 'mid-life' crisis and every single time I overreacted over nothing. Sounds like fun huh?

Especially all the times I stressed out about my studies.

Thank you Jerr :)

So I guess that's all the major ones on my list this year. Those other minors details like end world hunger or treat people nicer etc. do not have to be stated now, do they? But nonetheless  I think I am going to have a wonderful year ahead of me! Cheers to twenty-thirteen!