NEW BLOG OF THE KID

My new blog is now done.

Do check it out.

www.jannawqe.com

Thank you.

New Blog

My new blog is www.jannawqe.com which is still under construction.

Please be patient while I get down to work.

Thank you.

Notice

I would like to inform the readers of this blog that I’m going to be moving to another blog. My new blog is under construction so it is not official yet. Please be patient. My new blog will probably be out by next year.

 And yes, this is the reason why I haven’t been posting anything new. I’ve been busy working with my new one.

Birthday greeting

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

 

MING!

 

 

Truly appreciate it that you’re part of my life.

I thank your mommy for giving birth to you on this special day eighteen years ago.

*HUGS*

GOLF: Fairways, Free Ways, Always All Ways

Tip of the day

How to escape nightmares?

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Stay awake.

Have fun while you’re at it.

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I just got back from KL. My family and I stayed at Uncle David’s place. However, we didn’t really get to spend much time with Uncle David, Aunt Solvia and my thirteen year old cousin, Leonard because:

1. We were out meeting with family and friends, walking and shopping most of the time.

2. Leonard entered a golf tournament.

Yes, golf. Hmmmm… *imagination of a ’scratch golfer’ with zero handicap* but reality swung hard when I had the honour of my first tee plus numerous swings and strokes. It’s me alright, starting from scratch. I, then learnt a few things about golf and myself.

Things I learnt about golf:

1. You need patience.

2. You need to be good at controlling the swing of the clubs.

3. You need to have good aim.

Things I learnt about myself:

1. I have no patience.

2. I am bad at controlling swings.

3. I am horrible at aiming.

Out of the innumerable times of trying to get the golf ball into that freaking hole, I succeeded five times.

Okay, maybe less…four times.

The fifth time, I played according to my whim and fancy so that probably doesn’t count…

Definitely not LPGA material. :S

Forever Friends

I felt like posting something meaningful today. Although it’s more fun to read humour and satire, I’m posting this anyway.

Apart from eating, sleeping, reading, surfing the net, dancing, singing and going to the toilet numerous times per day, I’ve also been contemplating over plenty.

Throughout my whole life, I’ve met people from all walks of life. I’ve made friends with many. From people who wouldn’t want to befriend me for the slightest of reasons all the way to people who would give me anything to keep the friendship [I remember in primary years, this girl offered me her watch which she loved very much. I rejected the offer of the gift but accepted the offer of friendship].

Well there are:

Friends who let me down.

Friends whom I’ve let down.

Friends who have disappointed me.

Friends whom I have disappointed.

Friends who took advantage of me.

Friends whom I’ve taken advantage of.

I’ve had all kinds of friends. I’m sure everyone has and I’ve learnt some of the most valuable lessons in life through friends.

1. You’ll never know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

2. My friends are just like me – capable of making mistakes anytime.

3. If you have too many expectations from friends, you’ll end up not having many friends. Accept them as they are.

4. Never take too much to heart, unless you intend to be disappointed your whole life.

5. Never make assumptions.

6. ‘Friend’ isn’t another word for ‘tool’.

7. Be yourself, not like your friend.

8. Secrets and promises are meant to be kept.

9. Never take advantage of your friend. She/He may not seem to mind but all humans have feelings.

10. To keep thy friends, forgive and reconcile or you’ll end up having more enemies than friends.

The list can go on but I shall stretch no further.

Indeed, it is evident that true friends are hard to find. Perhaps we should stop searching but learn to appreciate the people around us

lest we’ll never be satisfied nor find them.

Forever Friends

To all those whom I’ve hurt, I apologize. This I say in sincerity.

To all my friends, I truly appreciate you. And I’m glad you’re part of my life.

For friendship creeds, these are some of my favourites.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

- C. S. Lewis

The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.

- Henry David Thoreau

True friends stab you in the front.

- Oscar Wilde

Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

- Oprah Winfrey

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

- Robert Brault

You can always tell a real friend: when you’ve made a fool of yourself he doesn’t feel you’ve done a permanent job.

- Laurence J. Peter

The Perfect Way to Ruin Your Year End Holidays

Padini Concept has come to Jusco! AHHHHHH~

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Most probably I’ll be opting for the Science stream if I qualify since I don’t know what I want to delve into or dabble with in the future . Arts stream may seem to be more of my thing. It even sounds more fun and enjoyable.

Arts: Studies intended to provide general knowledge and intellectual skills (rather than occupational or professional skills)

Science: The investigation of natural phenomena through observation, theoretical explanation, and experimentation, or the knowledge produced by such investigation. ◇ Science makes use of the scientific method, which includes the careful observation of natural phenomena, the formulation of a hypothesis, the conducting of one or more experiments to test the hypothesis, and the drawing of a conclusion that confirms or modifies the hypothesis.

From the above you can see the BIG difference. The intimidating formidable science vs the patronizing congenial arts. Nevertheless I still think it’s better for me to select Science which indulges as a conflict in my mind.

Anyway, so yea, I checked with Mr. Mano and he said that tuition for Biology had already started. I would be joining them on the 3oth of November. Nothing is worse than having to study during the year end holidays! I’ve never done that before. Well…maybe just once. I was 11 and I wanted to show my parents that I was actually studying and preparing early for UPSR [PSLE] so that in case I don’t get straight As, I can say “Hey, I really tried my best. I even studied during the year end holidays!” and I ended up finishing one Malay exercise book. [And trust me, all the 'preparations' I did for the exam, that was the only book I managed to complete. Yes, prime time drama it is.]

Tuition is going to ruin my holidays. I’ve been having SO MUCH FUN during the holidays.

I’ve been…

[I know I look a mess here but who cares what you look like when you're hungry?! I don't.]

eating and…

reading and…

surfing the net and…

hitting slumberland most of the days.

Routine repeated at least twice everyday. [Eating part - twice as much]

See? I’ve been enjoying myself thoroughly throughout the holidays!

Okay…perhaps not.

I admit, holidays can be awfully boring at times. Come on? Who wants to only eat, read, surf the net and sleep in a day? Worse, routine repeated twice a day! So yea, I’m not really having fun like I claim to have as written above but tuition’s only going to make it worse.

You get the picture?

From bad to worse.

I take bad over worse anytime!

Is the worse over?

…or is worst yet to come?

JoJaAn Reunited

The best memory is that which forgets nothing but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.

- Persian Proverb

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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ANDREA [my cousin] IS IN IPOH! She arrived on Sunday. On Monday, Joanna [my childhood buddy] came over to my house and together, we hit Jusco.

-The toys section-

[Here's how to advertise your blog. LOL] …which reminds me…

I forgot to erase…OOPS…

*embarrassed* We used to like playing with Baby-All-Gone.

…and…and pretty dolls.

*Janna’s cheeks flushes a colour of reddish pink*

HEY, I BET ALL OF YOU HAVE AT LEAST PLAYED WITH A DOLL ONCE IN YOUR LIFE OKAY? EVEN GUYS!

In fact, especially guys. They play with dolls when they grow up.

Oh, we came across these really cute chickens.

What? Not cute? Oh really?

How about now?

While hanging around, we walked down memory lane and began recalling and reminiscing our past

Like how they both got to be pink rangers and I had to be yellow ranger.

[Hey,don't laugh. Last time Power Rangers were hot stuff okay?! ISH]

They both got to be Cinderellas as well and persuaded me to be Snow White instead.

I used to have tangled hair because I was too lazy to use a comb. They’d pretend I’m a princess and they’re my maids and work on my hair. [Yea, I still don't use a comb unless I tie my hair.]

Joanna and Andrea didn’t want to be friends with me when we were way younger because I was on the chubby side. [I wasn't exactly chubby you know? THEY were skinny. I was cute. HAHA.]

Anyway we hung loose and bought drinks in Black Canyon Coffee . After that, we went to a nearby park since we were getting bored with Jusco.

We went retro with the swings.

But swinging that way just wasn’t fun enough. We had to…

…swing the way our mommies told us not to.

And it was then I realize why mommies forbid us from swinging that way.

I fell. [on my butt]

Tuesday, I ended up not going to school. We spent most of our time watching Criminal Minds. Then we shopped the rest of the day.

That night, I managed to buy a few books from Popular Book Fair. Was really happy. After paying for them, we had Mc Donalds’ ice-cream.

Then we continued with Criminal Minds at home.

Mom came in asking, “Janna, where’s my book?”

“Huh? What book?” was my reply.

“The one we just bought in Popular today together with your other books.”

“Ohhh….those….” Bummer. I couldn’t remember where I left them.

*Janna searches the whole house*

*Mom gets irate*

“Maybe you left it on the counter in Mc Donalds,” Andrea said.

CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP~

*off mommy and I to Jusco again*

It turned out that I paid for the books but did not take them because I assumed that Japhia was going to give me a helping hand. I just left it there on the counter and went off for ice-cream.

:S

I assure you, I had a fair share of admonition .

That night we went over to Jo’s house for a sleepover. It was fun though I was the earliest to sleep.

Anyway, I love JoJaAn.

Miss MGS part 2

He that would live in peace and at ease must not speak all he knows or all he sees.

-Benjamin Franklin

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!~ I LOVE YOU!

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First of all, APOLOGIES to all those who actually took time to read this blog. I know I owe this blog Miss MGS part 2. Well after much delay, here it is.

[Warning: This post might be boring.]

Stage 1

It started with a catwalk. We were required to walk the runway with a partner. After that, we had our individual catwalks. It went like this.

*pose*

*smile*

*introduce self*

*answer to the question ‘Why do you think you ought to be the next Miss MGS?’*

This is what I said. “The name’s Janna Wong from 3 Hornbill. I think I should be the next Miss MGS because I love this school and I would be proud to represent this institution of distinction with a cutting edge in education. Thank you.”

*catwalk*

*pose*

*pose*

*smile*

*throw my scarf to audience*

[I had to do that because the scarf was too confining.]

*catwalk back*

*pose*

While waiting for the judges decision based on how we walked and talked, all the contestants danced to ‘Beautiful Girls’ by Jojo. It was a very simple dance – one that we can do in heels and skirts.

Then the top 10 finalists were announced. This was when I was planning to exit. It was freaking scary because my name was last to be called.

Stage 2

Talent time. Mine went as mentioned below.

Dressing: collared shirt, wraparound skirt, heels, hair pinned up.

*sings*

“Wise men says, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

*music plays. [Breezy - Jojo]*

*Janna unpins her hair*

*loose her heels*

*runs upstage*

*unleash wraparound skirt*

[shorts underneath la YOR]

*dances*

After the whole talent show, five of us were chosen. This was where I should have emulated the famous Houdini.

The expertise was lacking and I was called last again. AWFULLY SCARY AYE?

Stage 3

The five of us were asked to pick an envelope which would determine which question we are to answer.

I was last so I didn’t get to pick my question.

Winner : Kah Yee from 3 [not sure] : What does beauty mean to you?

1st runner-up : Meng Ying from 3 Heron : What would you do as Miss MGS? [or something like that]

2nd runner-up : Sonia from 3 Heron : Nowadays child abuse is very common. What would you do to lessen/prevent these from happening? [or something like that]

3rd runner up : ME from 3 Hornbill : You are the first Malaysian female astronaut, what are your preparations?

4th runner-up : Thulasi from 3 Eagle : What would you do to make yourself stand out at a dinner?

Don’t ask me what I answered to that question. It was my blonde moment. In other words, my most embarrassing moment. This was when the stage should have opened up and swallow me in.

[STUPID USELESS STAGE! WHY DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HOLLOW ON THE INSIDE?! AND WHERE IS THE TRAPDOOR? GOOD-FOR-NOTHING! DARN YOU! DARN ME! LOSER!]

Yes, it was that bad.

Hmmm …..what’s the probability of me ending up with such a question?

Well, more than enough I suppose.

What’s the probability of a teenager having nonconforming opinions?

Not much I suppose.

What’s the probability of answering with a question?

Almost nil. Next to impossible!

What’s the probability of a teenager turning pageantry into p_ _ _ _ _ _ _? (you guess)

Preposterous!

What’s the probability of having so many questions running in your head and having the answer run off your lips without going through grey matter?

Too much!

That’s my 2 cents worth of analysis.

This photo was darkened to prevent overexposure and discourage perverts. If you wish to see a clearer picture, please press Alt+F4. Thank You.

The Perfect Guy

There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.

- Henry Kissinger

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I know some of you people are probably waiting for Miss MGS Part 2. Perhaps by now, most of you already know the results of this [AARRRGGGHHH~] competition. Anyway, my Miss MGS experience will be out soon.

I got tagged by Kelly this time.

1. The tag victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover. [right...]

2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover. [HAHAHAHA]

3. Tag 8 other victims to join this game and leave a comment in their blog. [which I will not.]

4. If you are tagged the second time, there is no need to do this again.

5. Have fun doing it.

Okay, so here goes.

Perfect lover: GUY

8 different points:

1. At least 10cm taller than me.

HAHAHAHA. [I still want my guy to be taller than me even when I step into my heels wert, right? LOL]

2. Intelligent, wise, funny and witty.

[The four are related to each other so it's counted as one alright?] If he isn’t either any of them, then it’d be boring don’t you think? How can he make me smile right?

3. He’s a Christian.

Huge problems can emerge if he isn’t because even if he is one there’s already enough differences to tango with.

4. He is not afraid of frogs, roaches, crawlies and insects.

Can you imagine if the both of us are in a room and a frog comes in and we’re both scared of frogs? Then WHO’S GOING TO GET RID OF THAT FREAKING FROG HUH HUH HUH?

5. He doesn’t control me neither does he let me control him. He does what he likes. He is his own unique person.

Can you imagine if my guy’s a control freak? I’ll feel like a pet. Neither will I like it if I control him. I’ll feel like I’m dating a pet. I’d like him to be himself. I’d like him to be bold and daring. [Just not too bold and daring la 'cause anything in excess is bad]

6. He can speak fluent Cantonese and perhaps Mandarin.

Because I can’t. HAHAHAHA. Yes, I’m a total banana.

I remember when my dad asked me, “What race are you?”

I replied, “English.”

I need someone to cover my weak points.

7. He cares and he is faithful. He appreciates me and treats me right.

I obviously want him to care for me. I want a guy who understands me or at least, tries to understand me. He must be faithful to me. I’d like him to take the relationship seriously and respect me.

8. He is different.

I’d want a guy who can think out of the ordinary. [Ordinary would be candlelight dinner, cliche lines et cetera.] I’d want something more original.

[I'm sorry, I just can't stop myself from going on. It's pretty fun. ]

9. He makes me feel needed and I must need him as well.

Well, this is what makes the relationship meaningful.

10. He inspires me.

I’d really love a guy like that! Haha.

11. He is spontaneous.

Spontaneous is always interesting.

12. He knows how to dress well.

Would you want a guy who wears a yellow shirt and a pair of purple pants together with a green belt?

13. He is willing to make sacrifices for me and allow me to do the same for him.

Can you imagine if for example I don’t like watching horror movies and he really really likes it and every time we go to the cinema, we’ve been watching horror movies because I sacrifice for him. Then for once, I ask that we go for a comedy and he refuses? SHISH right? Then again it could be the other extreme- The Messianic Man, which is rare but not what I want.

14. He likes me for who I am.

This way, I’d be comfortable around him. I can just be myself and enjoy it.
15. He is secure, matured and open.

Insecurity could kill a relationship real fast. Maturity and openness will encourage better communication.

16. I want him to be able to trust me and I, able to trust him.

Trust is one of the most important principles in a relationship okay? Do you want a guy who is constantly worried that you’re going to cheat on him? My guess would be no.

17. He is not a bum.

Beware of bums. They are serious problems.

18. He is honest.

I don’t want a liar. Truth is an expectation, not an exception.

19. He is responsible.

Who doesn’t want a responsible guy? What if we get married then one day he goes shopping with our baby, he leaves the baby in the shopping mall? Cannot right?

20. He comes straight to me when facing problems.

I would hate it to be the next one or even worse, the last to find out.
21. He can cook.

It’s not that I can’t but it’d be better if he can as well. This is a preference.

22. Non-smoker and not a drug addict.

Bad for health la. Definitely no drugs.

23. He can tell when I’m sad and he shows concern.

I don’t want a blur guy that knows nothing till I say something. Like “Hey dear I’m sad” and he says, “Really? Never noticed.” :S

24. He isn’t perfect.

No explanation for that. Just certain that he will be like that.

Sorry no Miss MGS but here’s Ms. Janna’s Mr. Not So Perfect.

Ooops. Sorry, I got carried away.