Sunday, August 24, 2014

My Parcel!

FINALLY, the time has come for me to share with you the contents of my parcel!
As I've mentioned in my last post, I received this parcel on Monday, 18|08|2014 but I didn't have the time to blog about it until now. 

Let's start from the beginning shall we? How I even got the chance to wait for my parcel to come in the first place. 

After a few months of endlessly begging my mum to order my books online, she finally gave in to my request and finalised my order on Amazon.com. It wasn't an easy task, to be VERY honest. I had to beg her from November of last year to this year's July in order for her to eventually get fed up of my constant begging and get this over with. 

So once we finalised the order, I was over the moon. I mean, I've been waiting for this since last year, how could I not be happy! HOWEVER, little did I know that there was going to be obstacles in my way.

Apparently the information my mum submitted didn't match her banks' so her bank decided to decline our payment. After 4 or 5 failed attempts at changing the information she submitted, - and me pestering my mum to CHANGE THE CREDIT CARD-my mum unwillingly (mind you, she really likes her american express card) decided to pay with another credit card.

Believe it or not, it worked on the first try. My mum definitely earned an "I-told-you-so" for that one.

Once they received the payment, Amazon sent me and e-mail saying that I would receive my parcel on 27th of August ( my mum's birthday, heh ) which was 4 weeks from the time I ordered it. 

So you're probably thinking that everything went smoothly after that right? WRONG.

Two weeks later on a Thursday, my mum told me that the postman had come to our house at 9 in the morning to deliver my parcel, but because no one was home, they failed to deliver it. They left a note in the mail asking us to go get it ourselves. I was very frustrated of course because of all the times they could choose to come, they chose to come at 9 in the morning when no one's at home.

Fine then, we could always get it ourselves. Problem was that my parcel was located in another area, and the opening and closing hours were quite inconvenient for working people. 


What further irritated me was when my parents went there on a Saturday to collect my parcel, they said that the firm that manages parcel-collecting(?) was closed on weekends. 


So after a lot of whining, groaning and 1 day, I finally received my parcel after my mum went to collect it before she went to work on Monday morning. ( I am trying my best to summarise this whole fiasco so the sentences may "flow" as smoothly as you'd like. Plus I'm sleep deprived so..) I couldn't believe my eyes when I held my parcel in my hands. It felt soooooo surreal to finally be able to have it in my possession after everything I went through to get it. I got so excited that I immediately locked myself in my room and filmed the process of me opening my parcel. I also took lots of pictures which can be seen below: 






A massive THANK YOU to Amazon.com for making this possible. You guys have no idea how long I waited for a paperback version of "The Fiery Heart" because there were only hardcover versions in bookstores (I wanted to save some money to buy the hardcover version of SIlver Shadows.) Now that I have both books with me, I'm going to be able to meet Sydney, Adrian and the rest of the gang again after approximately 10 months :'D 

It's my first time ordering something from Amazon and I have to say that I'm very impressed with the condition of my books. As you can probably tell from the photos above, they are still in good condition even though they weren't wrapped in bubble wrap but plastic wrap instead. So to all the book lovers out there, fear not because there is a major possibility that your books will arrive to your doorstep in good condition if you order from Amazon! ( provided your postmen don't screw up when delivering them ) 

Till' my next post, bye!


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Mr Astronaut

This is definitely going to be a very long post.



Today, our school board decided to invite our country's first every astronaut to our school. His name is Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor and is 42 years old. Any other information about him can be found on wikipedia.

To be very, very honest, at first I wasn't elated at the thought of spending a few thousand bucks on a person who already has a lot of money. I didn't think it was worth it. However, after having the opportunity to spend an hour with him, hearing him talk about his 12 days in space and his childhood dream of becoming an astronaut, I quickly realised that I was wrong- this was worth it. 

Call me prejudiced but I expected him to be this strict, un-friendly, arrogant guy who would talk a bunch of bullshit on how we are nothing if we don't study and blah blah blah. Again, I was proven awry as Mr Astronaut was none of the things I expected him to be. He was down-to-earth, friendly as well as had a good sense of humour. These characteristics of his made the time spent with him enjoyable and I think it's safe to say that this was unexpected since almost all of the speakers invited to our school were usually the annoying, strict ones who can't take a joke.

I've managed to jot down a few of the things that happened during our meeting with Mr Astronaut so that I could post it here on my blog. So without further ado, let's begin!

Okay since I only started to jot stuff down halfway through his talk, these events happened I think after he introduced himself and showed us clips of his training before going up into space. I said "I think" because I'm a forgetful person.


Anyway, I started to jot down stuff when he was talking about his time in Russia for astronaut training ( I think that's what you call it, I'm not sure ). He said that 4 people-including him of course- were to go to Russia for training, then 2 people would be picked for further training, and in the end only one of them would get the chance to go to space. He also told us that the Russians loved their country so much that whoever wanted to train there had to learn how to speak fluent Russian. When Mr A asked us if we wanted him to speak Russian, everyone screamed "yes!" and he obliged by telling us what his first Russian words were: I love you. This prompted the students in the hall to go "awwww" upon hearing that.

OOH, before that, Mr A told us that he wanted to go to space since the age of 10 years old. He said he dreamed of being in space, surrounded by the planets as well as other stuff which I did not manage to write down.

Continuing the story, Mr A told us that whilst Koreans brought kimchi to space and uh, other people from other countries brought their own delicacies too ( I only remember koreans ahhaa, he did mention the Japanese but I forgot what it was), he brought satay, rendang and other foods too. He also said that he couldn't bring nasi lemak to space as the rice would float all over the place due to zero gravity.

After that, he proceeded to show us short clips of him in space! One of them included him in the uh, space shuttle(?) surrounded by floating objects ; Another one included him trying to eat his breakfast (biscuits) and whist he talked about how careful one must be when eating in space because his/her food will float, his biscuit floats in the air as if on cue and the students started to laugh. There were also clips of how he brushed his teeth - he couldn't rinse his mouth after that so he had to swallow the water in his mouth after brushing his teeth, how he washed his hair - water is extremely precious in space due to the lack of water in space, how he slept - in a sleeping bag in this uh, capsule ( I keep saying "uh" because I'm not sure what the exact terms are ) etc. 

Speaking of water, Mr A told us that he couldn't drink water from a glass because the water eventually turns into a "water bubble". He then played a clip of him squeezing a drop of some strawberry flavoured liquid out of his tube and we watched as it transformed into a pink, "water bubble" which floats in mid air. As we continued to stare intently, Mr A explained that popping the "water bubble" is a dangerous thing to do as the bubble could pop into millions of tiny water droplets that could in turn, damage almost all of the equipment on board. So how did he handle the complication before him? Well, the Mr A in the video took a spoon, held it upside down and stuck it onto the "water bubble" before him. The "water bubble" then transformed into a jelly-like substance. 

When the showing of clips ended, Mr A continued to talk about lots things regarding his experience as an astronaut. 


" The greatest thing about space is you get to look out the window and see the Earth surrounded by millions of tiny galaxies."

I'm not sure about the details but Mr A definitely didn't successfully landed on Earth. I think he said he was in something... which was ejected from the rocket(?) [ AGAIN, he was speaking too fast for my hands to write down everything he said so while I was writing about the words he'd spoken earlier, he had already moved on to another experience ] which was in flames.. and he landed somewhere either in the forest or in the sea, I'm not sure. If you're curious just google search it please because I'm pretty sure that I'm not a reliable source. Eventually the rescue team was able to find him. 



He said that after he landed, he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger. He stayed in the hospital for a few days and when he finally woke up, he didn't know whether to lift up his legs or put them down. He says that this is because after coming back from space, astronauts' physiological aspects are messed up. For example, on Earth, blood flows to all parts of the body but in space, blood flows to the head due to zero gravity which could result in osteoporosis. 

Also, to quote Mr A, "twinkle twinkle little stars does not work in space" because when you look at them from space, they do not twinkle. This is personally my favourite quote of his as it contains a hint of sass, ahaha.

Ran out of sentence connectors... Besides that, Mr A also said that "they" - he did not specifically say who "they" are- plan on going to Mars in the year 2027 because Mars seems to be the only planet that is similar to Earth since they were able to find water, and the existence of water means the possible existence of living things. Not only that, Mr A kept stressing that they have not been able to find any other lifeforms in space ( ex: aliens ) so we should not believe in the photos we see online because for all we know, those may be photoshopped or something. 

After he finished talking about the things he wanted to talk about-which included his training regime ( surviving in forests, on a boat at sea etc), the requirements for an astronaut and many other things that would further lengthen the length of this post, he decided to have a Question and Answer session with us students. Here are some of the more memorable ones that I felt the need to list down as it would be a waste to not do so.

Q: What happens if a woman astronaut has her period in space?


[ cue people like me face-palming themselves ]
A: [ talks about how capable women are at certain stuff before answering the question ] It isn't a problem because they could still use pads whilst in space, it's just that they have to be more careful because their blood could turn into.. "blood bubbles".



Q: [ Something about why people are rehabilitated after coming back from space ]


A: As Mr A's stated before, their physiological aspects get messed up after returning from space so they tend to have trouble adapting to earth once they come back. So in order to solve this problem, they have to be rehabilitated for about 2 months. Mr A said that he was lucky enough to be amongst the 25% of astronauts who didn't experience space sickness.



As we were running out of time, Mr A asked 3 students to quickly go to the front and state their questions before he leaves. One of them included a some-what overweight male student. When Mr A draped his arm across his shoulders and asked if he aspired to go to space, the male student replies "not really," which made us students erupt into a fit of laughter. Mr A, seemingly not taken aback by his answer, responds by saying that if he does want to go to space then he should lose some weight. After that hilarious exchange, the questions continued to flow in.




Q: What was your first thought when you looked out the window?


A: He basically said that he was amazed at how huge the galaxies were.

Q: What is the best way to learn a second language?
A: The best way to learn a language is to be in that environment. [ Went on to speak about how the Russians only spoke Russian when he was in space so he had no choice but to learn to speak fluent Russian ]

Q: [ This question was asked by the slightly over-weight student that was mentioned earlier ] You know the space suit is very heavy right? How do you fart in it?
A: [chuckles] Uhm, well astronauts take off their suits when they're in the space shuttle(?) [ I don't know the difference between a space shuttle and a rocket] so it doesn't matter whether they fart or not. Due to the fact that space suits have a vacuum in them, when you fart it would still be well ventilated.

After all questions were answered, he decided to share his 5 recipes for success before leaving us.

MR A's 5 RECIPES FOR SUCCESS [ ALTHOUGH IN THIS CASE IT'S 4 SINCE I DIDN'T HEAR THE LAST ONE] 



1. You must dream big.

2. You must be fearless in order to be brave.

3. You must be fluent in English.

4. You must have good grades because if you excel in your grades then you can be anyone you want to be [ which I object because have you seen the amount of jobless university graduates? Having good grades doesn't necessarily guarantee you a job for your information ]

He then ended this little "meet & greet" by saying that he wished us all the best and other stuff which I can't recall... I have a bad memory okay? 

Once it was over, the students who bought Mr A's book were to have the chance to get his autograph and have some face-to-face time with him. The teachers even gathered to have their picture taken with him for remembrance of this historic event. The rest of the students? We were forced to return to our respective classes.

So, that basically sums up my experience of seeing Mr Astronaut in my school. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we had tons of fun as we were not only able to learn many interesting facts about the profession of astronauts, but also because we had the chance to loosen up and enjoy ourselves with the country's first and good-humoured astronaut who certainly surprised us with his personality. I am pleased to say that this was an incredible and pleasurable experience, and I can't help but feel sad for the students who missed out on the chance to experience what I was able to experience during the limited amount of time we've spent with Mr A. For all I know, chances like this aren't going to appear for a second time.

I think I'm going to end this post here. Till my next post [ which may be posted tomorrow ], bye!







I initially planned on writing two posts for today, ( one of them is this and the other is about my parcel which I received yesterday night ) but it's 10:19 p.m. now and I have to sleep soon so I think I'll write the 2nd post tomorrow. 




Man this post sure is long.



Sunday, August 17, 2014

Update 17|08|2014

I realised that I am getting lazier and lazier as the days pass..
Have to make sure to at least blog one post every two weeks.

So this is going to be an update, but it's not going to be as short as the last one.

On Monday during English lesson, we ( my classmates and I) were doing our homework whilst our teacher was explaining stuff that I can't remember because I wasn't paying attention. I think it had something to do with essays...? Anyway, because I was busy with my homework and didn't hear a word of the things my teacher was talking about, I was shocked when she suddenly called out my name. I looked up from my homework to see her looking back at me with a smile on her face. She told the class that she looked forward to reading my essays and that my essays were enjoyable to read. Upon hearing that, I did what any slow-witted people would do- laugh awkwardly. Yes, instead of saying "thanks teacher, I appreciate the compliment", I laughed awkwardly. That's totally not rude at all, nor is it what a normal person would do.

When I got back my essay, I was surprised to see that she had written the words " once again, another enjoyable essay " on my paper as she didn't usually do that. I mean, I've  been her student for one and a half years now and during that period of time, she has never written anything after correcting it so to see those words was a pleasant surprise.

To be very honest, I don't think my essays are enjoyable. Usually I write a bunch of bullshit, hand it in and hope for the best. As long as I don't get in trouble, I repeat the cycle every time we were asked to write an essay. The only time I'm serious when writing essays is either when I'm entering a competition ( hah that was a long time ago ) or when I'm sitting for my English test.

On Friday, we were to have rehearsals for this performance we were going to perform on our school's celebration of Independence Day during the last period which was also Add Maths period. When our Add Maths teacher found out about it, she said that she wanted to borrow our Physics period and use it to teach Add Maths instead. As we were kind of scared of our Physics teacher, we rejoiced when we heard her say that and encouraged her to do so. Our excitement earned us a look of confusion from our Add Maths teacher.

In the end, she succeeded in persuading our Physics teacher to lend her Physics period to her so that left us with one period of Physics and believe me, those 30 minutes were torturous. Our Physics teacher kept asking questions and torturing us as much as possible within the short time limit she was given. When her lesson finally ended, everyone was so happy. Our class monitor even made us say "thank you teacher" 2 times to which our teacher responded by saying "you guys are so happy that class is finally over aren't you?". Heh, indeed we were, teacher. 

During the last period, the performers had their rehearsals whilst the non-performers-including me- sat down and watched as they rehearsed.

Oh I almost forgot to write about my parcel! 
I'll save that for another post though because this is going to be a realllllllllllllly long story and this post is as long as it is already.
All I can say is that I received a notice from the postman saying that he failed to deliver my parcel to me on Thursday and that I was to claim it myself within 15 days or the post office will return my parcel to amazon.
I'll write about it once I do actually get my parcel. 
I think I would have to list that under the "rant" tag, hmm..

So there you go, those were the most notable events of the week! This week was quite an interesting week and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to the next one.
Till the next update (hopefully it'll be soon), bye! 



See this is why I say I suck at writing essays. I can't even write a proper ending..
Can someone tell me why my essays are enjoyable because they certainly aren't.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

"official" school supplies

Recently my school has announced that they were going to enforce new rules next year and that is that it is compulsory of us to buy and wear official school track pants and official school socks. The reason for this is to ensure that everyone wears the same track pants as well as make sure that students don't have an excuse for their uh, "short" socks. You know, those that sink into your shoes when you walk? Yeah, those. 

Although I can't help but think that these items are a COMPLETE WASTE OF MONEY.

That's right school, I went there, so read on if you want to have the evidence to suspend me from school for a few days due to "inappropriate behaviour".

Official school track pants? So what do you expect us to do with the few pairs of track pants we have now? Just leave them in our drawers until we can no longer fit in them and bring them to the recycling centre? I doubt that many people in my school actually exercises and if they do, I doubt that they would wear track pants. They are uncomfortable to wear and the only reason we bought them was because the school board required us to wear them during gym class. 
You might ask, "why not buy the official one just to be safe in the first place?" well that's because the official one is a) unappealing and b) expensive. Maybe if the design wasn't as bad as it was and if you guys had lowered the price then maybe more people would consider to buy the official one.

Same goes to official school socks. What the hell am I going to do with my drawer full of un-official school socks?! I BOUGHT THOSE FOR SCHOOL, YET THE SCHOOL BOARD IS TELLING ME THAT I HAVE TO BUY NEW "OFFICIAL" ONES AFTER 3 YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL. It would have been worth it if you guys had created this stupid new rule 3 years ago when I didn't have this many socks, but noooo, you decide to create it when I have 1 year left of high school and a drawer full of un-official socks. What's worse is that I have twin siblings who will be going to the same High School I'm in in 2016 which means that we will have to spend more money on buying these so-called "official school socks". 
Okay, I can't put all the blame on the school board for this one because the students are to blame too.A BIG THANK YOU to the people who conveniently decided to be hip and fashionable by buying "short" socks instead of school appropriate, ankle-length ones. Apparently the trend nowadays in my country amongst high-schoolers is to not expose your socks, which means that the lower your socks sink into your shoes, the more "fashionable" you are. Well thanks to whoever who created this idiotic trend, we now have to waste more money on buying official ankle-length school socks. This could have been prevented if the students were to cooperate, but that's not what they did now isn't it!?

And don't get me started on the official session tags that my school forced us to buy and wear on our uniforms this year. You see, high schools in my country have morning sessions and afternoon sessions. So, in order for dull-witted people to differentiate between the morning session students and the afternoon session ones, some genius decided to create the "session tags". For morning session students, our tags were a small, red circle tag with our school's logo on it whilst the afternoon session students' ones were the same as ours, only blue in colour rather than red. We were to either pin them or iron them onto our uniforms. ( Ironing them onto uniforms may leave a circular red/blue stain, so pinning is the better option).
So what other uses will this tag bring other than the one stated above? Absolutely none. It serves no other purpose.
Funny thing is that the headmistress herself does not make use of this, this tag. The one she herself forced us to buy and wear after 3 years of us not wearing them. Yeah, other high-school students in my living area had started to wear theirs many years before us so I guess my headmistress wanted to follow the "trend" this year. And I guess we were sort of lucky that this tag thing only started this year. 
Getting off topic here. I need to justify the reason I said what I said above.

On a Saturday morning, we had to attend school to replace our future lessons that we were going to skip due to the extension of our holiday period. During recess, my friends and I were sitting on a bench in the cafeteria, eating our lunches. Suddenly, the headmistress approached us hastily and demanded to know what session we were from. Mind you, every one of us was wearing our tags, and they were visible enough to be spotted from a distance. And if you were wondering, no, recess had not ended yet. After we told her we were from the morning session, she turned to walk away without saying anything. That event left me speechless. If the headmistress herself does not make full use of these tags then what's the purpose of us wearing them? 

Problem with the school board is that they have this mindset that everyone in the school is filthy rich. They admitted it themselves earlier this year actually.
They assume that we are all so filthy rich that spending a couple of bucks on these supplies won't put a dent in our parents' wallets. And maybe they're right, maybe it won't but I'd rather keep those couple of bucks than spend it on useless items which may not be re-used after graduation.

To conclude, I hope that the school board would quit enforcing new rules which require us to unwillingly dish out money. In addition, I also hope that they would get rid of their "everyone is filthy rich" mindset because no, not all of us are "rich", there are poor and middle-class students in our school too for your information.

Because I have not once disclosed the school's name on my blog, I don't think that my suspension would be justified if you- the headmistress - were to suspend me. Yes I have shown pictures of the school but I have not written the school's name and have not shown the school's logo. Plus this blog is really unpopular and I wouldn't promote it amongst my schoolmates so... any action taken from the school board will be again, highly unjustified. In addition, any commentary on this post during the school's weekly assembly will be ignored. That is all.

UPDATE: 17|08|2014 About the tags thing, before we were forced to wear our session tags, we already had coloured name tags stitched onto our clothers. For example: purple represents this age group, pink represents that age group etc. In other words, since 15-17 year olds were in the morning session, you'd be able to distinguish between them and the 13-14 year olds by simply looking at the colour of their name tags!  But no, people are too lazy to memorise which colours belong to which age group so they made us buy these useless session tags. That kind of defeats the purpose of the coloured name tags doesn't it? I mean wasn't the coloured name tag thing created so that we could be able to tell which age group belonged to which colour? IMO, as long as you know that which age group is in which session, which colour belongs to which age group, then you are good to go.
Might as well use black and white name tags if you're not going to make use of the colours am I right?

Friday, August 08, 2014

Alone at the cinema.

Guess what? I went to watch TFIOS last Sunday! ( 3/8/2014 )

Originally I was supposed to watch it with my friends but we had to cancel our plans at the last minute for reasons I would rather not bring up ever again. So, after days of debating, I finally made the decision to go watch it alone.

And it was 95% awesome instead of 100% had it not been for the fact that I kept worrying over how something awful was going to happen to me whilst watching the movie. 

Here's how it went!

The day before I was to watch the movie, my family and I went to book my tickets because I was afraid that they were gonna be sold out the next day. It cost RM14! FOURTEEN. THAT IS SO EXPENSIVE. Tickets usually cost RM6 ( students' price ) on weekdays but since I was going to the cinema on a weekend, it cost more. RM8 more. Pfft.

Moving on, my family and I went back to the shopping mall the next day at 3.30pm and my movie was supposed to start at 3.45pm. After bidding them farewell, I proceeded to hall 7 alone with popcorn in my hands. I walked to my seat which was at the end of the row and sat down. I had chosen to sit there because I didn't like to sit in the middle plus I was alone so that meant that I had no one to wait for once the movie ends so I could just leave the hall asap. And uh.. I also didn't want to sit next to strangers whilst I was alone.

So before the movie started, I noticed that the people who were sitting a seat to my left were a couple. They were being all lovey-dovey and kept "whispering" sweet-nothings to each other which disgusted me as I am an immature teenager who loves to read romance novels but can't stand it when the scenes you find in romance novels are re-enacted in real life. I dunno, it feels awkward to be around couples. I felt like I was invading on their privacy by sitting only a seat from them. 

Then I took out my iPhone and begun to text my friend in order to calm my nerves because at the moment they were spiralling out of control. After a few minutes of texting, the female of the couple suddenly sprang up and sat next to me which triggered me into panic mode. I kept thinking "what the f*ck woman, your seat is over THERE, NEXT TO YOUR BOYFRIEND," and "please go back to your seat, please go back to your seat". Eventually she did go back to her seat, much to my relief and I texted my friend about that unnerving experience.

Movie starts and half a bucket of popcorn later, it reaches its climax. I could feel myself desperately holding in my tears as I wanted to see how far I could go without crying buckets of tears which was kind of stupid now that I think about it. The tears kept threatening to pour out of my eye sockets(?) as I continued to pity the lives of the leads in the movie screen in front of me. I think the time I started to hold my tears was when SPOILER ALERT: gus tells hazel his cancer had relapsed. It was a WTF moment for me because I totally didn't expect that to happen. Like I knew he would eventually.. you-know-what but I didn't know the reason for it.

And I did cry in the end. The first tear slid when Hazel was reciting the eulogy she had written for Gus at his SPOILER ALERT: "pre-funeral". I've forgotten when the second tear slid but it was definitely near the end. That's it. Two, single tears, both from the right eye.

It's not that I'm heartless or anything, believe me when I say I cry at the slightest things but to me, rather than the movie being a "sad" one like everyone makes it out to be, it was a happy one. I found myself smiling a majority of the time instead of crying. I think the reason for me not crying- besides me forcing myself to hold my tears- is that I sort of focused on the happy parts. Sure the ending was abrupt and sad but during that time all I could think about was what a great life Gus had that it made the ending seem less sad than it was. 

Think about it. If the movie hadn't made me smile, if Gus had a terrible life instead of the amazing one he had gotten the privilege of experiencing after surviving his terrible fate for a period of time, I'm pretty sure I would have balled my eyes out at the end. But that's not what happened now isn't it?

In the end, both the movie and the book are about celebrating life. If they were only made for the sole purpose of making their viewers cry then I don't think The Fault In Our Stars would be as successful as it is today.

Getting off topic here, ahaha. So once the movie had finished, I quickly ran out of the cinema and went to find my mum. Problem is that I was quite shaken up at the end due to.. you-know-wha- oh who am I kidding, you've probably already figured it out by now, due to Gus's death and how abrupt it was. Yeah at the time all I could think about was positive stuff but once that phase was over, I was left feeling like a deflated balloon. My smile was gone and all I could think about was the ending and Gus's death of course. I continued to sniffle once I had found my mum but she didn't seem to take notice of it.

And that's it! That is my experience of me watching a movie alone at the cinema. It's been 2 years since I've done this and I must say- as refreshing as it is, I still prefer going to the movies with a companion or 2 just to lessen my anxiety of being alone and also because I like to have people to accompany me on fun activities like this. Yay companions~!

Till next time, bye!

P/s: No, I have yet to read the book yet. I have it in my possession but I wanted to read it after watching the movie so that I wouldn't criticise the movie for leaving out my favourite parts of the book when I watch it.