Yeah...2 whole months and I'm still alive. I ultimately don't get the point of this blogging thingy but it's just necessary at times. Alritey, PMR's over, I'm trying to be really positive. Yah, life after PMR is busier than ever. Last Friday, went to SBPI Gombak for some Kursus Jati Diri to remind myself that I'm still an "Anak Malaysia" before flying to Japan. Sorry India but no worries, I won't let Malaysia's name being pounded into powder in my hands. Okay, lots and lots of things that I'm lacking of like black skirt, black shoes, bla bla bla...I'm gonna miss tuition AGAIN for 2 whole weeks. Haih......It's really 100% pure hard work from 64 of us from all over Malaysia. We have to learn and memorise two traditional dances of Negeri Sembilan and Sabah which are Endang and Sumazau respectively in a day! No kidding, dudes. Whole body aching like mad. My group, Kagoshima is so damn cool ; the leader is a Sarawakian-cum-comedian, Naili, our future pro dance teacher, Shafiq, the guy with the sexiest voice and a whole lots more. We're all full of spirits and craze. Yeah, so excited to meet my host family and all the Japs there. It's past 2 in the a.m. already and I'm still here. =D Holiday wat...Owh ya, it's Deepavali!!! So sad can't visit my ancestors back in Bombay. Sh!T, forgot to learn how to say 'sorry' in Tamil. Anyway, pati,tata, ama, apa, akak, ane, tanggechi, tambi, macha and machi, rumber 'sorry' and Happy Diwali.
