i know it's been months, but seriously I still can't get over my SPM results.

Maybe because I haven't started college yet, but now whenever I'm down, I just think about the time when I found out about my results, and crying because of happiness bursting through my heart for the first time.

I mean, who would've ever expected? And now getting a small trophy from Kasturi for my achievement? It may not be a lot for some people, but it really is a lot to me. I don't want to seem arrogant but honestly, whenever I'm feeling low, I really just look at the scanned SPM result slip my dad sent.

Usually I share my happiness with friends, but... I can't seem to bring this up.

I bought a book here in Switzerland recently. The Hunger Games.

Well honestly, I wanted to watch the movie. I wanted to watch because of Josh Hutcherson. He's the kid from Little Manhattan. He's the elder brother in Zathura. He's the short little brother in RV. He's the 13 year old kid who lost his father in Journey to the Center of the Earth. He's the best friend anyone could have in Bridge to Terrabithia.

Yes. That's him.

But when I started reading the book, I couldn't stop. I read finish the whole book in just 1 night. No skipping pages, no reading between the lines. I read the whole story, from start to end.

I forgot how much fun it was to read a book till on Saturday, the day I bought the book. I read, and read, and projected the movie in my head. I could feel the fear, the sorrow of the main character, Katniss, when her sister was chosen to be tribute for the Hunger Games, and her bravery, for volunteering and taking her sister's place. The suffering she had to go through, the cuts and bruises, dehydration and all during the Games.

And I start to think. What happens if there really is a Hunger Games, and I was chosen.

I couldn't be as brave as Katniss. I couldn't hunt like she can. I don't have the strength, physically and mentally like her. I couldn't even stand to see my own bruises, let alone helping Peeta to stitch up his severe cut on his thigh. I wasn't as smart as her, and as tough as her in surviving.

But, she's inspired me.

No matter how hard life gets, you still have to try your best to survive. Plan A doesn't work, go for Plan B. If you're not dead, there's a reason why. And you have to fight, fight till the end, and you will know the reason. Sometimes in life, there will be nobody there to help you, but that doesn't mean the end. You are the only person who can help yourself.

I admire Katniss' strong determination and her love and caring for her people, sister and Rue. She tried to win the games, not for herself, but for them both. Winning so she could go back and give her district a better life. Winning so Rue could be avenged. Her intelligence has also saved her and Peeta's life. She tried to suicide, together with Peeta, because in the last minute they announced that there can only be 1 winner, instead of 2 winners from the same district, which was a rule they made halfway through the game. But in her mind, she knew. She knew the Capitol would not have allowed them to die, cause there MUST be 1 winner. So before they both swallowed the poison berry, the Gamemaker announced them both winners.

Peeta, on the other hand, oh my god. I couldn't describe him. I want a Peeta for myself. Just like I want a Jesse de Silva. Ugh these books are creating dream guys for me.

House keeping!!

I haven't been updating much ><

So many things have happened since I last updated on Bronze Expedition.

I'm really tired now, but this is my latest update.

A new blog for my experiences in Switz.

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