This is exactly what I would want.
Let me dream, won't you? ;)

College was like any other old day. The studying. The joking. The embarrassment. And the satisfaction of being able to do Maths and Physics. Sometimes I really don't understand. Me and my calculator have no connection. My calculator does not EVER seem to co-operate with me. Honestly, I swear I have the right working and everything, but somehow, my answer is wrong. I'm sure I'm not the only one with this retarded problem. -.-

And, everyone keeps saying I have Bambi eyes. Do I?

Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs.
I can't remember, but I think Ka Shing was Grumpy.


..And Prince IMRAN. :P


Handing over the bunch of cash we made.


Groupie!
*Lina disappeared, and I closed my eyes. lol*

And, the kids found a dead kitten on the lawn. I picked it up and put it in a dustbin, to prevent dogs from chewing the poor thing up. The stray dogs looked so pitiful. And one even had cataract - it's pretty obvious from the way it didn't focus its eyes and only reacted to sounds. After that, we were on our way back home! We made plenty of stops along the way.

1. To get Imran's thumbdrive (Me, Imran and Ka Shing ran all the way back :P)
   
2. To pump petrol at Shell
   
3. To pump petrol at Petronas
   

After that, we were truly on our way back. And yes, let's not forget how its the monsoon season, or, how Isabelle is SO DAMN TERRIFIED of lightning and thunder. Not a good experience. Not a good experience.

xxxxx

And when I got home...




I love this face. Isn't it just adorable? :P

le disko;

It's fun.
HAHA.
Eventhough I suck at it, I think maybe I may be better at this than swimming.
LMAO.

..you know you need new ballet shoes.
LMAO.

Chemistry test was awesome today.
Off to do Thinking Skills. :)

The Terry Fox Run is an annual non-competitive charity event held in numerous regions across the globe in commemoration of Canadian cancer activist Terry Fox, and his Marathon of Hope, and to raise money for cancer research.

Terry Fox was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, and raised in Port Coquitlam, British Columbia, a community near Vancouver on Canada's west coast. An active teenager involved in many sports, Terry was only 18 years old when he was diagnosed with osteogenic sarcoma (bone cancer) and forced to have his right leg amputated 15 centimetres (six inches) above the knee in 1977.

While in hospital, Terry was so overcome by the suffering of other cancer patients, many of them young children, that he decided to run across Canada to raise money for cancer research.

He would call his journey the Marathon of Hope.

It was a journey that Canadians never forgot.

After 18 months and running over 5,000 kilometres (3,107 miles) to prepare, Terry started his run in St. John’s, Newfoundland on April 12, 1980 with little fanfare. Although it was difficult to garner attention in the beginning, enthusiasm soon grew, and the money collected along his route began to mount. He ran 42 kilometres (26 miles) a day through Canada's Atlantic provinces, Quebec and Ontario. However, on September 1st, after 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 miles), Terry was forced to stop running outside of Thunder Bay, Ontario because cancer had appeared in his lungs. An entire nation was stunned and saddened. Terry passed away on June 28, 1981 at the age 22.

The heroic Canadian was gone, but his legacy was just beginning.

To date, more than $400 million has been raised worldwide for cancer research in Terry's name through the annual Terry Fox Run, held across Canada and around the world.

If you ask me, this man is freaking amazing.
He's inspiration for so many people, and he'll continue to be inspiration for the younger generation.

So, this year, I FORCED my mom to sign me up for the run.
In the end, my whole family ended up going (except my grandpa).
We represented my mom's company, Shell.


My familyy.


After the run, we're fine. :)


The stage.


My dad!
*my photography*


HAHA. See, Taylor's College. Lmao.
I would have totally run for them.


Taking a chill pill.


Pancakes!


See, Starbucks people. :D

Honestly, this event was great. The idea of the event itself in Malaysia was great.
Personally, I really wanted to join this event because, it's about time these extreme Cancer Cure Research projects were well funded. And, it was exceptionally personal because many people in my family especially have passed away from cancer. Yes, although I may not seem like it. I care. I do.

And although when I grow up, its not a dream of mine to find a cure for cancer; you can be pretty damn sure I'll be participating in this event for years and years to come. It's about time people realized something needs to be done. :)

So, I hope, next year when I do go again, Taylor's College would organize and send a team too.

VISIT : http://www.terryfox.org/
for more info.

i'd forgotten what i started fighting for;

What's better than in a Scarefest than to dress up to the extreme?


Introducing my friend, Imma - the Joker. :D
AHAH.
If there was a prize for best dressed, hands down, he would have taken it.
(No, I didn't dress up. It wasn't gonnuh be easy moving around in a cheerleading mini scaring people)

In any case, here's what went down in the Haunted House, and the process behind it all. :)


the coffin.


spidersssss.


them boys.


treees.


mannequins.


AZRI. :P


SNOOPY.


Us pals. :)

3 hours of scarefest. 3 hours of banging tables and scaring people. 3 hours of selling pizza, hot dogs and drinks. 3 hours of fun. :D

Yes, I'm not in MUN or Student Council. Yes, I'm helping them, FOC. Check it. :P


no such thing;