Oh man, this holiday is turning me into a giant, clumsy potato-human hybrid. I guess this is quite noticeble as my "fit" sister decided to drag me to my very first physical activity since I don't know when. I was still in the midst of munching my "Heong Pang" from Ipoh when she yelled at me commander style. I quickly hurried and grabbed my socks in one hand but I was still munching off the other. Down the stairs I went......and whoops! Yeah, I slipped and went down via my gluteus (Butt) with "Heong Pang" crumbs everywhere. Its still painful and I think my coccyx is bruised as well so everytime I want to sit down, I've got to be extra careful. Lesson of the day is don't eat when you're walking down the stairs.

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I am so glad my sister is coming back this Sunday. Two and a half months really passed by like a flash and yeah, thats how long I have been vegetating at home. Anyway, the bigger news is that SPM results will be out this coming Monday!

It was 5 years ago when I sat in the car, hands sweating and heart in atrial fibrillation. Mom's voice was quite distant even though I sat next to her and I could hear nothing but my heart beat. I actually thought I would have collapsed climbing up the stair case to school.

Then, I was there, facing Miss Shahrini and she looked at me, I looked at her. "Are you ok?", "You look a bit green". I didn't say anything because I was just concentrating on breathing. Then she says, "Okay, lets do it". She shuffles through a stack of papers and that was the longest 10 seconds of my entire life. Taking out the paper, this was what she said. "Suet May!!! What happened to you!"

'Whishhhh' My two idiot guy buddies were behind me all the time and I didn't know it. Before I could even look at my slip, they whisked it out of my hands, dashed into the field, stared at it then stared at me and started screaming like sakais in the field.

Miss Shahrini then said,"You did so bloody well! But how dare you get an A2 for my 1119?!!!!" She was my English teacher you see and yeah, so I actually didn't know what my results were except for 1119. The end of the story was I finally summoned enough guts to join the two sakais in the middle of the field and peek at results I knew was not by my own doing but by the grace of a God that loves me.

Wow! Typing this actually gave me sweaty palms and tachycardia. Enough being said, I just thank God for keeping my sister safe during NS and giving me 5 more months to be a better daughter and sister.

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Before I tell you what this is, say it out loudly and tell me what crosses your mind when you say it. I think of an exotic cucumber spesies that takes centuries to grow and is only consumed by european nuns in a hidden mountain nunnery. Okay, its a bit farfetched but by golly, a word like Schicklewuber?! or should I say, a NAME. Now, say a quick prayer of thanks to God for your names.

The only thing I got right is 'european'. 20th April 1889, a boy entered the world as Schicklewuber. Don't ask me what his parents' names were but I'm pretty sure its neither Schickle or Wuber. He grew up in Austria under his dad who was overly strict and also under a mother who was too soft and spoiled her son. As he wasn't taught much about character and values, it surprises me that he initially wanted to be a monk. He fared well in primary school but soon, the lack of values and parenting caused him to develop his own. His studies plummeted and his life was increasingly marked by rejections and failure.

If you think a person like him will just dissapear off the face of the earth and affect no one but himself, you are wrong. Many years later, thousands of men, armed and deadly stood and hailed this boy. Schicklewuber or Adolf Hitler; they are the same. So please, if you become parents next time, always remember Schicklewuber. Being a good parent may be the very difference between Schicklewuber the monk and Adolf Hitler the dictator.

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