the vet just called just now and sam's ok. just that he has to stay there for a day or two. they have to watch him and all. so yeahh. i guess he'll be fine.

sorry for not writing for awhile. but i just couldnt get hold of my comp! seriously, when no one is using the comp, it's either i'm out/going out or i'm busy doing something else at home. whenever i'm free, it's either my brother is online or my sister is playing games. oh well..

anyways, i got the exam results for my percentage and all. it's actually quite good cause i got really really really low for history and i still managed a percentage more than 80%. it's okay la. i know all of you smart people got percentages more than 85% and also more than 90%. but i'm not that smart la.

and i went out to ou with sam(cousin), kah yee, grace, tim, chee fai and kah yee's bf, siew wai last friday. we went and watch john tucker must die. jesse metcalfe is so hot!! channing tatum, from she's the man, is not bad. quite hot. and he's gonna be starring in this dance show, step up. i wanna go watch it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways, then there was the church dedication last sunday. i was supposed to dance. the service was supposed to started at 4 pm. but a few of the us, especially most of the dances were there since 10 am. but, when we went there the auditorium wasnt open. so, we went to the mamak and only went back to church at 11 am. when it was 4 pm, the wasnt any electricity at first and the whole church was praying bout it. someone called tenaga and they said the electricity probably won't come back til bout 5 p.m. but suddenly, we, the dancers, were told to get ready. and so, we danced at the begining of the service. it felt so great to perform. especially for God. and then, i went down to the 4th floor to get my stuff to change into my choir attire - a black collar shirt, black skirt and red scarf. and went back up for service. then, we, the dbd choir, sang to 'let your people rise' at the end of service. and yeahh.. that was it.

then, i went back to ipoh on monday to visit my relatives. my 2 year old cousin, timothy, is so so cute! he was singin high school musical songs. he doesnt know the lyrics but he knows the tune. super cute!!! and his older brother, benjamin, is hsm crazy so timothy must have learnt all the hsm songs through his older brother. there was hsm dance along on tuesday and benjamin and my sis was dancing along to it. so yeahh.. then we came back today in the morning.

oh.. and when we came back from ipoh, we found out sam (my dog) super big wounds on his body. and they were bite wounds. we all figured out it must be rex (my other dog) since there were no other creatures around capable of bitting sam like that. unless the dog that lives in the house on the other side of the road could really jump really high or if a rat could have bitten a wound that big. and sam couldnt walk properly. so my mom is taking him to the vet next morning since the vet isnt open today and i hope he'll be fine.

that's about it, i guess.. yeahh.. i know this post is boring.. but oh well..

i gotta go already.. i'll try to get some interesting stuff to write la. okayy..

so as most of you know, it's confirm that i'm moving to australia. yeahh.. i'm going early january.. yeahh.. gonna miss lotsa things here in m'sia.. will definately miss all of you people.. i'll miss dj.. and also NSt.. and of course.. the food here.. but i definately won't miss pmr.. well.. duh! whoever with the right mind will?? (sorry to offend those people who will miss pmr..)

anyways, this week was ok, i guess.. i mean, normal for school days to be this boring when it's after finals. but we are forced to go to school cause the teachers are giving back our results and we have to check it, if not nobody will.. so it's really boring in school.. people just talk and talk and talk.. but i prefer to read and read and read.. i don't know why i prefer reading than talking.. maybe it's 'cause i don't really have anything to talk about.. since i talk to my classmates everyday.. but, i do talk to them la.. and when i do talk to them i crap alot (as usual).. which is good..

so.. i got back a few papers already.. all of them are ok.. so far.. except history.. really, really, really low.. don't ask and i'll save you from getting a heart attack.. seriously.. but well, most of you should already know i just cannnot study history. i told my mom (she did not, i repeat, did not get a heart attack) and she said "oh.. never mind la.. if your english, math and science is ok then ok already." she already know i cannot study history.. and also cause i'm moving to australia remember? yeahh.. so i guess moving to australia isn't all that bad..

ooh.. and i finally got a new phone!! i've been waiting since my b'day. and that's like in july! yeahh.. it's pretty ok i guess.. the phone i mean.. not the price.. cause i have to pay myself la.. now still hutang-ing my dad..

oh well.. that's my weeks so far.. i gotta go already!

love ya'll..

Okay.. i was suppose to go to Sabah somewhere in December to perform for Drunk Before Dawn (a really super cunn musical by SIBKL) because i'm in the DBD choir. and i got picked as one of the 16 girls in the choir to go to Sabah. so yeah.. and was supposed to go there for 4 days.. but, no, my parents won't allow me to go.. Instead, they allow me to go to Melbourne, Australia for a summer ballet camp which lasts for 7 days, not counting the flight days.

Not that i'm complaining ot anything.. but parents have a total different mind-set that i don't understand sometimes.

Oh well.. i prefer dancing anyways and i've heard bout this summer ballet camp for a couple of years now and so it must be good. ooh.. and it's not only ballet.. there's also jazz, contemporary, production and more. so yeahh.. a whole full week of dancing.. i can't wait!! i'm so excited!! eventhough i'm gonna sit at home and get bored (or maybe i'll have fun) while they go to Sabah and perform, i'm gonna dance for 7 whole days so its worth it..

Oh.. and fyi, exams ended yesterday.. therefore you get the after effects of exams on me - hyperness not stop!!! exams were okay i guess..

lets see, the most interesting subject to sit for is... Math! cause i don't mind checking and checking over and over again for Math.. and the most boring subject to sit for is chinese. though i didn't sit for the chinese paper but, we had to sit in the exam room for 3 whole hours waiting for the chinese taking people to finish their exam. and we could bring in books to study but we had to be at our own place. so most of us studied science since we had science paper after that. i wonder how many people actually sucessfully studied during that 3 hours.. I totally salute them.. it was like so hot and the sun was glaring (right into my eyes) and i just wanted to sleep! but i didn't.. i tried my best to study.. the process of studying was more or less like this..

• open the book to the chapter i wanna study.
• flip the pages to see what i need to study.
• found a page.
• read 2 or 3 sentences.
• try not to close eyes.
• daydream for 5 minutes (or more).
• realise i should be studying.
• read a few sentences (usually consists of the same 2 or 3 sentences).
• try not to fall asleep.
• close eyes for awhile cause of the glaring sunlight.
• open eyes.
• read a few sentences and try to understand.
• daydream for another 5 minutes.
• realise i am not studyin. "must be the boring chapter", i think.

repeat for nearly 3 whole hours and you get how much i studies in there.

like, the only school which does boring things like these is DJ but i still love DJ, anyways. DJ rocks!!!!!!

anyways, i gotta go.. been writting lotsa crap today.. oh well..

The answer to my butterfly-craziness.

*This story was taken from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul IV. Enjoy!!

Happiness

Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Aristotle

I stared at the word I had written at the top of my blank sheet of notebook paper: "Happiness." I was working on a creative-writting asignment my teacher had given the class. We each had to write about a different emotion. That was it, just a slip of paper as we were leaving class. No format at all.

But it wasn't the lack of structure that was bothering me. It was the word "happiness." Anything else I could have handled. Jealousy, I knew that one all too well. I could write pages about jealousy. I could write about my older sister and how she got everything first. Or my best friend, Julie, who always got the guys. . . and the leadin the play. . . and straight A's.

Or pain, I could write novels about pain. Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kinda that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration to breathe. The kind of pain that makes you want to scream and sob at the same time. The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you're suffering and they're not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty and hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits and tears or rage.

But I was suppose to write about happiness. How could I, of all people, write about happiness?

There was a knock at my bedroom door.

"Hey, um, Sarah?" asked a small voice from the hall. "Can I come in?"

"Rachie," I said to my five-year-old sister, "I'm kinda busy right now. Can you come back later?"

"Um, this is kinda important."

I sighed. "All right, come in."

Rachele came in and sat down on my bed. She looked so sweet and cute, swinging her black, patent leather Mary Janes back and forth and looking around my room. Her baby-doll face was framed by her curly, red hair. "Well, um, I caught this butterfly. . . ." she began uncertainly. "And it's really pretty. . . but I let it go."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well, it was my favorite-ist butterfly I ever had." Rachele wrinkled her forehead and frowned, as if concentrating really hard. "But. . . I had to let it do 'cause Mommy said it would die. And I was so sad thinking about not having it anymore. But I knew Mommy was right, 'cause if I were the butterfly I wouldn't wanna live in a glass jar. And so I let it go." She turned and looked at me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Well, " she whispered, leaning towards me as if she were about to share a deep, dark secret. "When I set it free, I was glad to see it go. Does that make me a mean person?"

I smiled. "Of course not, Rachie. You were just happy that the butterfly was free and that it wasn't imprisoned in the jar. You felt relieved."

"You mean I'm not mean?" Her face lit up.

"Of course not!" I gave her a hug. "Now you gotta go. I have work to do."

"What do you have to do?" she asked, frowning.

I glanced at my blank paper. "I have to write about happiness."

"Oh, that's easy,"she said and started to leave.

Yeah, real easy, I thought.

"Hey Rachie," I said before she left.

"What?" she turned around at the door.

"What do you think happiness is?"

She frowned and tapped her foot on the ground for a few seconds before answering. And then she gave me her answer.

"Butterflies," she said simply. And she left.

"Buttterflies," I said out loud to myself. I thought about our conversation. She was happy to catch the butterfly and happy to see it go. Maybe she was right. Butterflies bring nothing but happiness. Maybe butterflies aren't exactly the key to happiness, but maybe there is something to be said about the simple things in life, things that brings joy, like snow or wildflowers or a sunny day or the smell of pumpkin pie. Not clothes or guys or keeping score or getting the lead it the play or even good grades. None of those things in themselves will really make you happy. But the little things, like catching and releasing butterflies, just might.

And with that, I started to write.

Written by,
Sarah Provencal

Now you all know the real reason why I love butterflies. Not just because they are nice and all.. Because it reminds me of this story. That the smallest things are the ones that can bring us happiness. Hope you enjoyed the story!