Worst nightmare ever.

I just woke up a few minutes ago. I'm still really shock about my dream. You wouldn't believe what have I just dreamt of. It really makes me think. I'm starting to feel really insecure after that dream. I DIED (literally).

So, to make sure I haven't died, I just kinda walk around in my house. I see no one, but I can hear them cooking, pouring water etc. And then I decided to think of my dream. And I really don't wanna think of it. I feel like crying right now. I DIED. Few minutes ago. In my dream.

The Dream:

It started off with me in my school, in a random room that I've never seen before, with some of my friends. We were chatting about..something. Not sure what were we chatting about. But anyway, after that, we saw our old teacher, Teacher Lee. She just magically appeared and then told us something, keeping an evil face. There were a few guys behind her.

This is the part where I'm REALLY afraid of. Now there are butterfly in my stomach, and my tears just feel like running down. I wanna cry whenever I think of this part of the dream. The few guys took out some knives and started waving it around my friends. And then he just used the knives to do some cuts on my friends. I was really, really, really, really scared that time. I feel like hiding, and then... One of them saw me, and they also cut me using their knife. I was screaming in pain. And then I heard him say something, and my friends yelled at me, "RUN!!!!!!! FASTER!!!!! RUN!!!!!!!" I decided not to struggle. After that, I felt a little pain in my chest. And then it's just a piece of darkness.

That's not the end of the dream though. Few minutes later, I woke up, realizing that my friends are all with me. And their shirts are all blood-stained. I realized that I have cuts on my body but I feel no pain at all. I talked with them but they didn't reply me. Some of them replied me, some of them didn't. I shouted as loud as possible at those who didn't reply me. They still ignored me. I talked with those who replied me. They said they can't remember anything at all. We walked cautiously out of that room and I saw my dad. I shouted, "DAD!" he looked over me, but he acts like he can't see me. I think he can hear me. I continued shouting, "DAD! OVER HERE!" he looked around. He can't see me? HE CAN'T SEE ME.


Wait, my dad can hear me. And some of my friends can see + talk with me. VAS HAPPENIN'? I went up and gave my dad a hug. "Dad! I'm here!" but he's still like, "Why do I feel someone hugging me?" Me: "Dad. Can't you see me?" Dad: "Where are you?" At that moment, I'm really sure, I'M DEAD.

That's not the worst part though. The worst part is my mum. She walked into the room & got a nervous broke down. I walked into the room & yelled, "MUM!!" she didn't even hear me. Why can my dad hear me, but can't see me? Why can't my mum communicate with me? What? Am I dead or...? I'M DEAD.

I tried to talk with my friends. I think they're dead too. (You know, there were stories about a dead soul walking around, while their dead bodies were still lying there). But, there are more things that had happened, but I just can't remember, I just felt like crying when I couldn't talk with my mum & dad. I still remember when I met my teacher (the person who killed me) again, and both of us can communicate. Now that's really confusing. I don't think she's dead. But...

Then something happened and I went to the railway station to stop my teacher from killing the others. And...I could finally talk with my mum and....I woke up. When I woke up, I thought of everything that happened in my dream. I almost cried. For some reasons, I learnt something from my dreams.

After this HORRIBLE nightmare, I became kinda insecure. Maybe it'll only last for a few days. Or weeks. And I realized that I love my family & friends so much. I can't lose them. I can't leave them. Because it really hurts watching the person you love to cry in front of you, because of you, but you can't do anything about it. It's probably because I fell asleep last night, lying straight. If you don't get what I'm saying, it's 'D' in the picture below:

I remember reading an article about sleeping in that position. It says that this position will bring you nightmare because there are some nerves under your brain and if you sleep like this, your head will be pressing that nervous system that's under your brain and it'll make your brain functions weirdly. I swore to myself, I'm never gonna sleep in that position, ever, again.

NEVER.

Respect.

Saw this on 9GAG. Respect:

He's Nick Vujicic. LIKE HIS FAN PAGE HERE ---> http://www.facebook.com/NickVujicicFans

Such a good/inspiring man. :)

This Quote.

"There aren't any difficult problems in the world. It's difficult because you think it is."

- MY AWESOME DAD -

SHOUTOUT TO MYSELF & THE OTHERS WHO ARE HAVING EXAMS!

READ THAT QUOTE AGAIN & KEEP ON STUDYING. :)

WIN & LOSE

WINNING

LOSING

To WIN, is to receive the great result that you deserve after some hardcore practice/training/learning.
To LOSE, is to gain nothing but experience after everything you've done.

Few weeks ago, my friends went for a choral speaking competition (representing my school), and they lost to 3 schools. They got 3rd runner-up. But there isn't any honour/award for the 3rd runner-up.

And, I was like, "It's ok. Our school is still amazing." :)

But, THEY're like, "OMG THIS IS SO UNFAIR. WE'VE WASTED SO MUCH TIME TRAINING JUST TO GET THE CHAMPION. BUT THEY GAVE IT TO THAT STUPID SCHOOL. THEY'RE REALLY RACIST." BLAH BLAH BLAH EXCUSES.

*NO OFFENCE TO OTHER RACES, BUT THAT'S WHAT MY FRIENDS SAY

I was just thinking that, losing a racist competition is no big deal. Isn't it? There are so many competitions in this world. We can't stop for just ONE stupid competition. OK FINE. It's unfair. But, seriously? Crying for losing a competition?

Let me show you something:

What I want to say is that, winning something is GREAT. But, losing isn't that bad after all. Losing a competition can make us realize that there are so many more talented people out there who are much better than we are, and we should try harder next time.

We're not going to win EVERY SINGLE TIME. Well, if we are, then we're never going to learn any life lessons.

"When you play Bobby, it is not a question if you win or lose. It is a question if you survive." - Boris Spassky

An Inspiring Runner.

"Claire Lomas, a bionic British woman finishes marathon after 16 days."

I heard this on the radio today. I asked my parents what does "bionic" mean. They answered me with 'having artificial body parts'. So, I guess I understood what it means.. A paralysed woman finished a marathon after 16 days of 'running' or maybe 'walking'. I wondered: HOW did she make it? So, I web searched her. And this is what I've got:

NAME: Claire Lomas

AGE: 32

PHYSICAL PROBLEM: Left paralysed from the chest down

MARATHON DISTANCE: 42.2KM

TIME TAKEN TO FINISH THE RACE: 16 days

Claire Lomas celebrating after the marathon.

She completed her 42.2 kilometre course in her bionic ReWalk suit. And when she has finished her marathon, hundreds of people lined the streets and members of Household Cavalry gave her a guard of honour on The Mall in central London.

Claire said something that's sooo inspiring that I have to quote it:

"I just took each day as it came and every step got me a step closer." - Claire Lomas

I'm just wondering, how did she have the patience & determination to finish the 42.2KM marathon. I think it's probably the hardest task for me, an un-bionic person. And, yeah, I think life is just the same as what Claire says.

And here's a video of Claire finishing the marathon, crying with his husband & her adorable little children:

Clair crying with joy.

Whenever we take a step, we get closer to our target. And that's how life works. If Claire can make it, why can't you? Just asking.

Awesome Facts.

Just thought I should share some fun facts with you guys :)

Here are FIFTEEN amazing facts that you'll probably like to hear:

#1 CATS don't meow to communicate with cats, they meow to communicate with human.

#2 BIN LADEN's death: announced on May 1st, 2011. HITLER's death: announced on May 1st, 1945.

#3 In a year, over 10,000 birds die from smashing into windows.

#4 If we could shrink the world population to a village of 100 people, the ratio would be: 

57 ASIANS : 21 EUROPEANS : 14 AMERICANS : 8 AFRICANS

#5 No one knows Albert Einstein's last words, because his attendant nurse did not speak German.

#6 Butterflies taste with their feet.

#7 J. K. Rowling admitted that Dumbledore is gay. He was in love with a wizard named Grindelwald whom he later defeated in a duel. (this pic is them, younger)

#8 Astronomers suggest that 10 billion Earth-like planets may exist in our galaxy.

#9 A Rubik's cube has 43,252,003,274,489,856,000 possible configurations.

#10 President Barrack Obama's Yearbook picture looks like this:

#11 Koutaliaphobia is the fear of spoon.

#12 Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere in the world, there is a duck watching you.

#13 There are more stars in the sky than grains of sand on Earth. 

#14 In Caribbean, there are oysters that can climb trees.

#15 People born in 1994-1999 have lived in three decades, two centuries, and two millenniums, but they're not even 18 yet.

90S KIDS ARE AMAZING. :) Thanks for reading. The world is a weird, lovely place. Please live, and love your life.

"We spend too much time living in the 'what if' and need to learn to live in the 'what is'." - Rev. Leroy Allison -

Nayati Moodliar.

HE is Nayati Moodliar:

Isn't he lovely? He's a 12-year-old mixed. Indian + Dutch. I've always adored mixed people. He has British citizenship. 1.5M tall. And... OK. That's enough. But seriously, he's ridiculously good-looking. (AND NO. I'm not a pedophile.)

You're reading this, but you're probably NOT a Malaysian. So, if you do not know who he is, here it is ---> he was kidnapped on 27th April @ Mont Kiara (a random place in Malaysia). Then, his father tweeted about him. And then BOOOOOM. Facebook was full of pictures of him. I was like, "MAN. Who's this? He's cute." Then I just forgot about him.

It somehow gets annoying when everyone's like, "PRAY FOR NAYATI!!" when there are also children out there who are getting abused and all kinds of sad stuff. So I thought he's just one of those lucky good-looking dude who accidentally owns Malaysians' heart & got famous within these few days. I ignored ALL those posts about helping to find him. But then, I saw this picture:

"Free Hugs, anyone?" 

And then I was like, "Aww. That's cute. Not many children nowadays will do this." This picture really inspires me a lot. I mean, I've watched a video like this before... 

"Just Keep Going, You Got Nothing To Lose"

I like how that picture of Nayati holding the sign actually relates to the video above. :) The video is about people in railway doesn't talk to each other. They don't even make eye contact with each other. And if you smile at the others, they'll give you 'that look'. It's just a piece of dead silence. And that's NOT what we should do. We should befriend with each other, because LOVE is the most powerful magic in the world. It can totally change a person's point of view. (PS: when you watch the video, be patient. It's really nice. Listen to what they say. And most of all, listen to the dude with his iPod Shuffle & headphones on. I like the way he talks about life.)

Back to NAYATI.

So, I tweeted something about Nayati too. Like #FindNayatiMoodliar. (also, my AWESOME friend, Pinni Yoong, she's probably reading this now, told me that she likes to pronounce 'Moodliar' as 'MOOD LIAR'. I was like HAHAHA. But if you wanna pronounce it accurately, it's 'MOOD LEE-AR'.) I don't think tweeting something can help a person. I didn't tweet much. I just pray for him sometimes, hoping that the kidnappers will not torture him for his good look. :)

And YESTERDAY evening, I went back from school, logged into my Facebook, and I saw this post:

"12-year-old kid, Nayati Moodliar is now safe in his parents arm again."

HALLELUJAH! :D I felt so happy and this is how I felt that time:

 FAITH IN HUMANITY: RESTORED!

And TODAY morning, Pinni came to my house. WE STALKED NAYATI. Haha. He's like a superstar now. We searched for him on Facebook. We saw his profile picture. We were so excited. We added him. We're full of hope. We're really happy. And then, something came out saying, "Sorry, this user already has too many friend requests." FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU. We're late.

FINE. We searched for his dad (@ShamMoodliar) on Twitter. I retweeted some of his tweets including:

"I went to Nayati's bedroom this morning and he was there."

"Nayati is choosing to walk home right now." (with a link of this picture):

And also, he retweeted a video from this guy (@GeertSam):

"@ShamMoodliar, not sure if you had this one or not. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyUdRjSwL2s&feature=youtu.be Tears when watching it man. That he may be back soon!!"

Nayati's such a strong boy. I adore his personality. He made Malaysians understand what 'humanity' is. It's been a long time since we, Malaysians were so united at something. You've brought us together. Thank you Nayati. :)

Sham: "Nayati said to me, 'I WAS KIDNAPPED ON MY WAY TO SCHOOL, AND NOW I'M WALKING HOME FROM SCHOOL. THOSE KIDNAPPERS CAN'T BEAT ME.'

"Those kidnappers can't beat me." - Nayati Moodliar

My friends and I are planning to do the 'free hugs, anyone?' stuff someday. Let's see if people will give us that look. Or will they smile? We'll try out best.

If you're from America, thanks for reading & HAPPY FRIDAY! If you're from the other country, I'm happy that you've finished reading this and I hope this whole "Nayati Got Kidnapped" story inspired you-- doesn't matter if it's only a little, or A LOT. :) THANK YOU!

"INNOCENT & PURE."