This was what I did

Although I did a public announcement of going to the convenient store early morning to buy some groceries last night, I didn't, against all odds. How ironic! I did wake up early but Granny was reluctant to go with me, which clearly put me off to go alone to buy just a few things during Merdeka Promotion. I'll buy tomorrow perhaps.

What I did was not continue sleeping (although I very much wanted to), I defragmented my bedroom which was so full of mess (fragments, I call them). Let's see the before and after, shall we?

 And after this point, I performed miracle:

 Taa daa! It feels so much comfortable right now! Very much more :)

This is what lifeless things I do when I am bored. Sigh! Only later evening I shall have my plans going: Visit my cousin (she's admitted into the hospital because she's about to deliver anytime soon), perhaps later I shall buy the groceries, then coming back home and fetch my friend to celebrate another friend's birthday party. Yes, another coincidence of Merdeka Baby.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Final Destination 5

Yesterday, I woke up at 9am to prepare myself before watching movie with my Secret Sharing Gang. We reached there at 12pm and we picked the1.30pm show. It was funny. Most guys in the cinema laughed and most girls in the cinema clung tight on the guys when people die. 8 people, dying one by one. The ways they all die, you should see it. Great comedy when you see how insensibly these people all die one by one. Even as I am blogging about it now, I still laughed.

Well, the movie wasn't important. What was important was the gathering. How we talked things out, heart-to-heart with each other and to see how different everyone already is. One was talking about human anatomy so much, one was talking about law and of course, I was talking about business too much. As my future doctor friend said, "We have it all in our gang. Doctor. Lawyer. Accountant," concluding my future lawyer friend's words, "Give my name card to your patience. They can call me anytime to stand up against you," and I said, "If your patience wants me to calculate on their budget, I would be available too!"


That was it. The shortest and sweetest post I could sum it up for you, what I did yesterday. Tomorrow, it shall be celebrating Merdeka as well as my friend's birthday party. For all my friends, I am sorry for what I have done that in whichever way have offended you, indirectly or directly. Let Shawal clear off our bad debts and start anew, shall we? Selamat Hari Raya, friends!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

I forgot to update you people about this

On Friday, after hanging out with my (someone whom I dare call as) friend in Dang Wangi from 12pm to 5.30pm (it was a long nice journey on foot, where we ventured the whole area there but sadly I've lost my camera), I got back to my hostel dead tired for the day but I didn't sleep because it was too near to dinner.

I took a bath and by 7.30pm, my friend and I went out to TBR for food, there we noticed a guy had lost his wallet, but lucky his ID card was there with him though. In the stall, my friend and I talked for about 1 hour or so. I noticed he was a little sad that his room mate was leaving the next day. Although he denied it, I could hear from his tone and words. He was sad, yes.

As I got back to my room, I noticed that I had a miss call from Mom and later a message asking me to call her ASAP as she's fetching me that night after my sister's tuition at 10pm. So I did and she asked me to get ready by then. After everything had been done (repacking a few things, sweeping the floor) I came on Facebook for a short while and there was this friend, totally disgusted me with her attitude. Well, I am not implying that she is disgusting, I am just saying that her attitude doesn't quite suit me. I was bombarded for the 30 minutes on Facebook with so much of her repetitive stories which I now can write it out myself, and yes. It was very boring indeed but I managed to survive that wave. I would have died that night if Mom didn't come on time to save me! The one thing about her is this: She talks just too very much and I am not interested to listen. You see, I understand her too. Sometimes I talk like that as well but at least I would end it quick when the person is feeling bored with that topic.

Then, nothing much happened when I was staying with Mom for 3 days 2 nights except Saturday dinner in a Chinese restaurant. We were all peacefully eating until I saw something and laughed my heads off and I honestly felt my lungs were about to explode. There was this 4-layers-of-fats woman as old as most teenagers' mothers wearing a tight fitting pink tee with words imprinted: GOODBYE BOYS, SEE ME IN YOUR DREAMS. Holy crap! I made the neighbouring tables looked at me for a bit. That's embarrassing!

Then later at night, when Sis and I were on bed, we talked so much until 3.30am. I thought before I smiled, "If Mom has to scold me to wake me up later, it would worth it. I have rarely talked to my sister this long before in my life," and I silently thanked God for the moments we had. When the sun rose, I woke up quite independently, although Mom came to the room. We had a light breakfast and shot off at 8am, reaching home at 9.40am, bringing out all my big bags of things. There, Mom talked a little while with Granny and they both shot back to KL right after that, to avoid the traffic jam. After a light chat, I went up to my room to sleep. The journey was too tiring for me and I slept for a good 4 hours and woke up only at 4pm!

Now, my routine is simply in  this structure/cycle:
1. Wake up, brush my teeth.
2. Breakfast with coffee.
3. TV
4. Cello
5. Facebook
6. Gulliver's Travels
7. Food
8. Sleep

Lifeless.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Countdown

I woke up at 10am today with a prayer in my mind, "Our hallowed Father in Heaven, please give me wisdom and strength to wake up now and battle through the day as today is my last paper, dear Lord."

Here I am now, 11.11am, blogging, instead of reviewing. Am I not epic enough, dear people? I woke up in vain. I woke up too early. My exam only starts at 2pm but whatever it is, I am going to REALLY study now. Er... Review, not study. Wish me luck alright?

After this, I am going to pack up my things and clean the whole room (if I still have any remaining strength after today's battle. I have a strong feeling that I am going to sleep once everything is over) and prepare to leave to Mom's place on Saturday and leave on Tuesday to hometown. I have resolved, I am going to bring my cello. I don't freaking care if anyone is going to gawk at me or assume I cannot play cello because I am short, and fat thin and small.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Last Minute Changes...

Last night was a super duper hectic life for me! Wanna peek in my mind, here is it:

Scene 1: Dad's flight has been postponed to September, I cannot depend on him anymore to send me back home.

Scene 2: Mom's car is down at the moment and will be repaired during the holidays, so there is no hope for me to depend on her to send me back home.

Scene 3: I need to carry my cello back home to practice and I would really look ugly to bring it back home like this on bus! I would look like a hooligan.

Scene 4: I had a one-week's laundry to wash before I leave this semester, because I was wanting to safe my RM3 for laundry and pack this back home, but... Just read the above scenes, then you'll understand.

Scene 5: I had to go to meet someone about some part-time job at 10pm and it was 9.40pm that time when I started panicking. At 10pm, we went there and wasted spent 1 hour plus listening to an MLM product. Holy cow! 

To whom it may concern: Allow me to highlight these part. I'm sorry, people. I might look like I am interested but I actually am listening, that's all. I am a born listener and yes, that's me. I didn't consider anything at that point. Well, let's just take it as a value judgment session for your presentations, alright. You all did good but you tire people who listen. No offense, alright?

Scene 6: I came back to hostel at around 11.30pm and started hardcore discussion with my hostel friends. 4 of us, in my room. Discussing techniques and different question types. Of course there are a lot of hollering because everyone was stressed up last (mid)night and I broke the tense with another stress, "Guys, seriously. I can see that 2 years from now, in Sem 7, we're gonna be here in this room, discussing Law, Audit, ICDM and what not," they all were a little awed with this (although it is going to be a fact) but we continued studying after that, ignoring what I had just said. After our discussion had ended at 1.30am. We finally bade each other goodbye and sleep.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Of a Pair of Shoes and Respectful Argument

Status: I am listening to metal songs to drown my sorrows away.

My story:
I called Granny back after noticing her miss call moments ago, "Hello, Granny. Anything?"
"Where have you been?"
"Away. Canteen, for lunch."
"Why are you not bringing your phone there?"
"Well, it's just a short distance. So yeah."
"I see... Anyway I am calling just to ask you when are you coming back home, so I could buy you a pair of shoes. I've just received Grandpa's bonus allowance, that's why."

The shoes... It kinda tugged my heartstrings when she said that. Those pair of shoes are what I am looking forward since I've seen it last month but due to my extremely elastic income elasticity of demand (pardon me, I'm speaking Economics here), I've decided to forgo that shoes and buried that thoughts deep down under.

"Huh? No, don't waste your money over things like this. I've told you I am going to wait for new year so Papa will send some money for me to buy it, remember?" I half raised my tone, unintentionally. I always get angry when people buy things for me. I feel I am rather "worthless" for them that they have to waste their money on me and I HATE to use other people's money, family or no family, especially on things I want! I want to use my own purchasing power to buy that good I want, not by using other people's money. I have even promised Mom to return her RM800 once I get the money, because I couldn't liquidate my fixed deposit just yet to pay for my hostel extension, the due date is in September.

"I don't think your dad is going to give that much of allowance for you for new year. You do know that he doesn't have a stable job in the UK, don't you?" She prompted me.

"Yes, I know but still... Let a father does his responsibility. You have that bonus allowance, you keep it for your own use. Don't waste your money over things like this." I added, and I wanted to add "They won't last" too, but I was afraid she might be hurt by my rejection of her good deed. She had nothing else to say and we bade each other goodbye over the phone.

So you see, readers. The problem is my Granny's extensive love towards me (1) and my evergreen rejection of offer by other people because of my "worthless" self (2). Yes, readers. I know this is a very negative thinking by saying I don't quite like to waste their (people around me) money over me. I was also advised by this friend, "Don't be silly. People do what they enjoy right? And they enjoy talking to you. Spending time with you. See? Don't think such stupid things by saying you're worthless for them."

Sigh... Me and my brain. That's my true enemy in this universe!


Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Add: Stress; Less: Worry; and another tale of yesterday

Now I am very much relaxed since both of my ever-fearful papers (Hubungan Etnik and English) had ended serenely. HE was good and in English, I've wrote an epic murder story - Sorry Mom, God took you away from me in a freak accident. Sorry Dad, I got pregnant with Mike and I ended up killing you with your own pistol, which later resides me in jail with him.

My ending for my story was very abrupt. I hope I wouldn't lose many marks there. Sigh, conclusions. I am never good in ending a story I create. Bah, sunk cost. Who cares.

Now I am very much relaxed because I am sure that I can grab all those subjects ahead of me. I have to, otherwise I can't reach my mark-up of 3.75. Anything higher is surely welcomed. Tomorrow (yes, on SUNDAY) will be Microeconomics. Then Tuesday would be Intro to Accounting and Thursday marking the end of my semester 1 - Quantitative Studies. I would really miss all these subjects when I go higher. Sigh.... Things pass I know.

Actually the main reason I blog this out is because I just feel like talking because my room mate is here now (the good) and I couldn't talk to God before I sleep (the rather bad) because it feels very weird for me if I talk to God when he's there listening, although I know very well he is not interested to listen to my conversation.


Yesterday I bought a very heavy dinner which cost me RM21.10 that ended up dividing my untouched food to my friends here. I thanked God for their presence, if not they will all end up in the bin. Those first timers who saw me last night was rather shocked (as usual) with my appetite. I did eat most of my food, alright. I just shared 2 otak-otak and one piece of murtabak ayam - I quite regret buying that, I didn't find it yummy and these all summed up to RM3-ish. See, I've finished most of the food I bought!

I was basically famished (wow, I doubt I've used such big word here before) after gym yesterday with a few of my friends. I have just noticed something in me. Most of my interests are not common to my friends. I prefer swimming, my friends prefer gym. I prefer classical music, my friends prefer acoustic/modern music. I prefer presentations, my friends prefer examinations. Well, this is who I am. Always stuck in between - epic...

Alright, I think I have talked enough and I shall recede to my Accounting theories now. Ciao!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Exam today

Indeed, God answered my prayers last night and this morning. Before I went for my exam, I called home again, to be blessed by Granny and... It all come out, bulls eye! Everything we  read, all came out! I was so glad for what we have prepared. Many many thanks to my hostel friends. They have been of tremendous help for just when my sole light failed me. Thank You, God for Your awesome gift! Right after that, I went to Jusco with my classmate for a lunch, window shopped and played some arcade games before we both bid farewell.

But I shall share to you (albeit such happy thoughts and doings as for to-half-day), it was a very tiring paper. I didn't even have time to go to toilet! All I did was to write, write and write. But of course there are points at where I was stuck on thinking of translations. I am a little embarrassed of myself right now. For once my proficiency in Bahasa was good... Now it has switched hands to English. For once my Hokkien was better than Mandarin, now it's otherwise. Sigh... I shall find ways to balance them back for sure!

Tomorrow would be English. I hope the same hope I have been having since form 4 - Let my ideas be organized. Honestly, I thought my previous English teacher was being biased of my works but now it happened that she was right all along, because my tutor HERE is also criticizing on my disorganized idea. When will this freaking end?!  I shall be borrowing my friend's MUET text book tonight, to revise on some factual essay facts. Language is not the problem, but my problem is the juice! I ain't have good juice to squeeze!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Childish act

Recently I have received quite a threatening message ("Is this Alex? You better watch out, we'll keep an eye on you. I heard from my friend (name disclosed) that you're a pervert and a jerk!") from an unknown number (because I strongly feel that it is because I've bombarded that party with a lengthy complaint earlier) but my intuition tells me that these people are testing my patience when it comes to this issue. Well let's get this straight, shall we?

To whom it may concern:
Yeah... Calm your freaking self. I don't blabber on stupid things just like that. Don't all of us have rights to know about anything we SHOULD know? Well pardon us for using the wrong channel because we were not TOLD at the first place not to reach to you directly! If you think by doing this is fun, let me just wait for another threat message from you. I am very sure to bring this matter to the SAD and let's see who wins the case there, shall we? This is the first and final time that I'll be tolerant with this. Don't play with me that badly. Can't you simply confront me, rather than to send me threat messages?

Isn't what we learn applies everywhere else? Where are your moral values? Didn't you memorize all 36 of them for SPM? Oh should I just say what you studied for your SPM are to simply ace that subject and not learning to apply it in life? We all have rights to speak. Besides, (come freaking on!) we were not at all touching any sensitive issues there, hello? We just demanded for a clear cut explanation here.

Truth to be told darling, you don't have to lie when I called you to ask who were you the other day. Oh, and one more. The "pervert and jerk" thing you heard from your awesome friend, you've missed the point so very much. So, please make sure that you do your research beforehand. You were so bold in your messages by using "we" as your preferred noun, but when I called you, you were giving me so much of airy talks, "This is my brother's phone... I am currently outside now..." NONSENSE!

I have one final question. How old are you? Twelve? Good lord, I am indeed very lucky to listen to my seniors by not being in this club earlier. I wouldn't wanna be caught in such a childish manner and act! Fie, fie!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Here's my update

As usual, I'm sorry for playing the MIA game here. Exam is TOMORROW and I am still reading but many thanks to waking up quite early, I have finished reading the whole subject for tomorrow. I am just aiming for the best but if I can't, I should be glad with what I have in hands. Upon reading this subject, I was hiding in my room for a period of 4 hours (or was it longer?) and singing MCR songs in between to regulate with my building blocks of pressure and stress.

Today's Mom's birthday but I've already celebrated with her and Sis on Sunday. She understood my predicaments. Many thanks to her, I have had the first birthday celebration with her and Sis. Although it isn't grand but it's good enough. The aesthetic value of the lunch we had together was priceless. So, once again, Happy Birthday, Mom. Although sometimes I tend to show my distaste for you and Dad in the past, I now understood clearly that everything has its special reason and it is indeed a blessing in disguise since you left the matrimony home. Thanks again for spending time with me on Sunday. I'm still sorry for the "where should we have our lunch?" incident that drove Sis mad. LOL!

Third and final update: I have just enrolled myself under NUFFNANG. It's a kind of organization which posts campaigns on my blog and I earn money with that. Thanks to my hostel mate who told me about this. Now, I find more reasons to update, share and inspire all of you. Whee! For my classmates and all other people out there who are having exam tomorrow - good luck and sleep well tonight!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

I am a bird

I am a bird
Which soars high above the sky
Sometimes I stop on certain countries
To rest.
But that doesn't mean I am thy citizen.

I am the citizen of the world
Boundless by any forms of obligations
I fly high and I know my limits
Thus thee need not to tell nor advise me
What is right, what is wrong.

I am a bird.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Anxiety Awareness Week in The Chronicles of a Broken Heart

Anxiety?

Few weeks ago, I have attended this Buddism seminar in my college and we were doing our dharma sharing on the similar topic - exam stress, which I could pretty much relate it to anxiety.

Let's just define what this means first shall we?
Anxiety is a psychological and physiological st​ate characterized by somatic, emotional, cogniti​ve, and behavioral components.[2] ​The root meaning of the word anxiety is 'to vex or trouble'; in either presence or absence of psychological stress, anxiety can create feelings of fear, worry, uneasiness, and dread.[3] Anxiety is considered to be a normal reaction to a stressor. It may help someone to deal with a difficult situation by prompting them to cope with it. When anxiety becomes excessive, it may fall under the classification of an anxiety disorder.[4] -Wikipedia

Sometimes, anxiety cannot be avoided. It comes naturally to you especially during exam periods for teens out there, as well as fight or flight situations for adults at work. This is where exactly critical thinking comes in! Or should I say, algorithm?

Don't fret when you are anxious. It is perfectly normal for you to feel such. If you have never felt anxious in your life, well I could only conclude you're not a human, because humans have emotions you see?! Humans - we cry, laugh, angry, envious and do all sorts of things. Like I was saying, I bet most of you here are pretty well versed with many sorts of physical formulae, accounting formats and the list just flies up infinitively...

Have you never thought of this - if you could solve those problems ON PAPERS, why not in real life? That is the reason why we even study at the first place. Not to simply ace in your exams but to be good in your sociological skills too! We do algorithms every single day without us noticing. The easiest example I could give is: You need light, you switch it on.

So, as I was saying earlier, learn to apply what you know (by means of experience or lessons learnt in the past) when you are faced with any sorts of dilemma. I always like to ask people to pray, and believe in God. Although I am a deist (by all means I do believe in God, but the only thing I am proud to be lack of is religion. No offense) which people soon think that I am eventually an atheist but whatever... I don't quite care what they say. Be them Christians, Muslims or Jewish, whatever. I am a deist. I always seek God for help and to thank Him. Surely, He listens and helps me a lot!

Without Him, I believe everyone here would fail. He has given us life and in it, knowledge and wisdom, we shall use it properly to counter our anxiety and not succumb into failure just like that! I always tend to be angry with people who always say, "I cannot do it" before they try doing it.

OK, allow me to share my part on how I deal with axiety. My only anxiety here in college is I ALWAYS press the wrong buttons in my calculations and that is where I lose marks!!! What I do before any tests was, "Dear Lord, please I beg of you. Guide my fingers in doing my calculations and open my eyes and give me Thy wisdom and knowledge to answer these questions."

Now, my anxiety at home is of my Dad. It is not I do not love him, or I hate him, but he somehow always gives problems to me. He always threatens to come back home to Malaysia (he is working in the UK currently) when he loses faith working there and this in turn leads me to anxiety, then depression. It always happens this way. Anxiety and then depression and I get delirious by cursing him without making any sense. But somewhere around January (if I am not mistaken), I got fed up with his threats. I prayed again, "Dear Lord, please give me Thy patience and strength and please heal his sickness". And again my prayer was answered. I grew now not to care for whatever he tends to do, as long he does his part as a good father. Whether he wants to come back to Malaysia or not, that is already none of my concern. I grew tired with all these threats.

Before I end, I would like to tell you that I do love him as my father. It is only his minor attitudes I don't tend to like. Otherwise, I do love him and do not hate him or despise of him.

Hope you readers would have a great week ahead. Remember, anxiety only comes when you are not prepared for something! You can deal with it! Good luck <3

Yours truly,

Alex.

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Of Exam and English Carnival Night

Exam is this next week. I think I am rather prepared for it? Many people are proven wrong. SO WRONG. They said that I will start playing, and lose momentum over my own studies and later on being hard to grab and yada yada... BUT I proved them all wrong! Guess that shows I have good circle of friends here!!

English Carnival Night is next semester. I am playing the role as a Wife in a story which revolves around a typical family breach scene of Daddy having mistress, child abuse which later leads to child suicide. Things are rather typical, I know. But isn't it what we all are facing now? Even I underwent the same problem. It is only common for these couples to divorce, you see? Well, I am not trying to make myself shameful to face the society by talking in such a manner... Come on, if it wasn't money, mistress and poison, what else would it ever be? To be frank, this is as normal as premarital sex. Tell me no, and I shall not write in the future.

Above all rest, I do hope that I shall act good on stage as a Wife. It is quite challenging for me to even start writing the script (yes, I am scriptwriter, director and the protagonist) and the best new thing for me is, this is a musical drama where we would have dancers and singers performing live instead of using radio to make the sound effects - this idea is credited by a guy in Group 27, 1DAC(C) whom I have yet to know him personally...

So yesterday, we were all doing discussions about all those appropriate scene managements and adding a few other relevant ideas into the script, and rejecting quite a lot of new incoherent ideas (OK, not so incoherent but we just felt that it is better off this way already, instead of changing the WHOLE script) from many people. All I did was to listen and make less noise. I only write down those relevant points to be added in the script. That's my job. There is no use protecting my script at all because this is an open discussion where in ultimatum, everyone would agree to this one final script (and yes, the story line was already finalized), many thanks to my members and tutor.

Let's just all hope that we will rock the stage on that night! VIP's will be there too! THIS IS SO COOL, isn't it? So, TARCians, if you're free that night (date yet to be finalized by the exco), please do come and support us. As the saying goes, "Be savvy, speak English".

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.

A post I wrote for The Chronicles of a Broken Heart

To start off with, The Chronicles of a Broken Heart is a non-profitable tumblr page which comprises many keen teenagers and young adults to help other teens and young adults in distress. I am only of the many wonderful, selfless and lovely staff in there. Well, I have not seen my CEO because she lives in the States and I in Malaysia. How we connect is by emails and that's all. OK, wait! I think that page is already licensed by Tiary, my CEO. Yay!! So this was the post I write in for Depression (Awareness) Week. I just think it is good to share it here as well...

When I first saw Tiary posting about Depression Week, the first thing that came up to me was... Are we going to have bad day all Sunday, as it is a proxy for "depression" yesterday. Anyway as I read today, she changed it into "Depression Awareness" and now I understand what she's trying to portray to the world.

Depressions can come into our mind consciously or subconsciously, mentally speaking. Stress could be good, but depression is never EVER good. I have undergone a few bouts of depressions over the past 3 years (that was when I was in Secondary 4 and 5) because of family issues; and because of that, my studies were a little (trust me, it was very little, I am not trying to impose sarcasm) affected but I still managed to cope up with my studies then.

Finally I realised what actually went wrong in me. It was not studies that I had problems with. It was me. It was me who was my only enemy that time. I started becoming stressed up over small calculation issues like integers, breaking down when I read about History or Biology (I hate those 2 subjects back then) and I became ultra-selfish which what my nation peoples call as "kiasu" - derived from Hokkien dialect, a portamanteau of kia (scared) and su (lose). It was also due to my family members who were not so appreciative of what I get for my exams.

People who are close to me know that I was very kiasu that time... For whatever freaking competitions I go, I'd cry when I didn't get any placing. For any types of tests or exams that I did, I got threatened by my best friends who were "smarter" than me. COME ON! They were my best friends and I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me that I somehow hoped they fail in something they do back then!

However, God touched me. I was truly grateful of that moment that my counselor came and talked to me about my changes. He noticed that I have changed a lot and by God's grace, he changed me into who I am today - a person who is full with joy, enthusiasm and always standing ready for people who need advice or to be listened.

Over the years, I still practice what my counselor told me:
1. Change your I MUST into I TRY MY BEST
2. Remember that one summit is always higher than another, no point comparing!

Now I am living in hostel as I am currently doing my Diploma in Accounting and I do get a bunch of God's gift - very down-to-earth, always stand ready to help and supportive seniors and of course some juniors too. In here, I have noticed quite a lot of things which I try my best to listen and help them too, they are all final year diploma students, if they fail, they can't graduate and they have to leave hostel - that is something they don't quite want happening, of course! So what I do is to listen and convince them that there is still time left, and they have to plan something out. However, besides these seniors there, too is another guy who is studying in the same course with me, whom I have "unlocked" by means of knowing him personally and now I am helping him out with his studies. What I believe is something you might not at all believe: Make miracle!

Conclusion is simple... Plan your days ahead, prepare early in whatever you do, believe in God and also EKAM EVEILEB - I learnt this from If You Could See Me Now, by Cecilia Ahern.

As for parents who might be reading this, show that you appreciate whatever your children do. Although they know you love them, they still want a type of reassurance that you are proud of what they do. It could simply be, "You've done a good job" or even go to the extend of giving them a family vacation. This would stregthen your bonds with your children. Also, do not share to anyone else in the family what your children share with you.

Remember:
1. JUST DO IT
2. Carpe diem
3. Eat, Love, Pray

Yours truly,
Alex.

For more inspirational stories and advises please do come and visit our page. Take care!

Kyrie eleison; Supplicanti parce, Deus.