Carefree. (not the pads)

A Breezy Day

In reality, we can’t afford to be carefree, we have to be the total opposite. Careful that we don’t misspeak, careful that we don’t fall into traps that would get us into an awful truckload of trouble, careful that we know the right time to act, careful that hopefully this decision we make would be the right one, careful so that we can avoid the big fall. But then again, who are we kidding exactly to be so careful, to be so rigid with life, to be so worrisome and anxious, when 1 Peter 5:7 says, ” Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you” ?

I’m learning, God.

11/7

Remember those old autograph books that were apparently all the rage during those primary school years? As for most cases now, they’re most likely tucked in some corner and left there solemnly with every inch of their surface covered with dust. Excavate them from the corner, wipe away the thick layer of dust, and you’ll most probably find little cartoons dancing around the cover. (Mine were two very tattered Bon Bon Cat and Snoopy notebooks.) Flip through the pages, and you might want to burn the book because the stuff you wrote is so stupid that it’s an embarrassment.

WHAT I WROTE WAS SO STUPID!

LOOK:

“Evernessence”????!!!!! Wonderful spelling. And ”pur-lease” ????? Goodness. The thing circled in black WASN’T EVEN MY EMAIL ADDRESS. What the hell was I thinking? It was my bro’s and it’s not even correct. “I’m quite a forgetful person. example: what did i eat for breakfast just now?” DRY.

No wonder when my brother used to read my then highly prized (at that time) ‘ge ren zi liao’, he would burst in laughter and many a times close to tears which in turn made me feel very offended and angry at him. But, now I get it.

And here’re some extras contributed by my old mates :

Kristine. actually. designed. clothes. for. Barbie. and. asked. me. to. rank. HAHAHA.(lucky she doesn’t come by here. or else…….)

This one’s from Jyh Jiunn a.k.a. the genius who in std 6 picked his nose in class quite frequently and threw tantrums whenever he was caught in action. From what I heard, still insanely smart now.

Keep touching. Right.

And then this one….from Yee Hong. I shall not elaborate any further.

Just the matter of fact-ness of it all makes it hilarious. I remember laughing like mad the other day when I read it. And then there’s always the customary ending where you can find key words such as midnight already - have to sleep now - mother scold. Oh and I remember primary school years being the TOTAL FANS OF MARY-KATE AND ASHLEY phase. Everyone, literally . Everything about them seemed so wonderful to us at that time. If you were to ask me what is The Perfect Gift for me during primary school, it’s Mary-kate and Ashley’s merchandise. I have to admit now, it’s pretty sick.

I bet if all of us were to look back at the stuff we wrote, memories will come flooding back, whether embarrassing ones, funny ones, or feel good ones. That’s what would made us feel that we had come quite a long way since those years . That we’ve traveled with Time and picked up a few things along the way. From small little things like not spelling Evanescence as Evernesscence, from no longer caring about designing Barbie’s clothes, from learning that wishes are not constrained to general categories like good marks in exam, aces in UPSR, happiness every day… that our wishes, if listed down, would take a fairly long scroll of paper, i think., to big things like -

I should really be digesting that Sejarah textbook. Bye!

Jour ordinaire

Ordinary sunday. Yet, inexplicable. I think God intervened.

It’s 7 days to go till the “palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy” (remember eminem’s Lose Yourself?) moment. But it’s less than 24/48 hours for Natalie, Ruth, Chuan Sheng, Praise and some others. I hereby wish you guys - don’t sweat it.

(Unlike what I did every passed years and slipped all my running notes due to the slippery surface of the piano notes courtesy of my sweaty palms)

God, help me!!!

Let me be a Scarlatti, Mozart, Prokofiev for once on that day. Hehe.

Back to school and it certainly is very exciting

Well…

our temporary freedom has ended, and now we have to go back… back again… to the place where we belong. NOT! anyway, here’s

A poem about ………………..uh… tomorrow? and to be precise it’s the time we get our fruits of hardwork or either laziness back ( which i’m pretty sad to admit mine’s the latter). Anyhow:

It will be a dreary day tomorrow;

where one by one we’ll find and gather our sorrow.

Yes, tomorrow brings a sad affair, I know;

which sure is going to knock our minds ablow,

in the end we’ll just feel hollow.

Tho’ due time, we hope there will be a counterblow,

But in the meantime, just remember “you reap what you sow”.

Bad bad feeling i’m having. Okay, au revoir.

Editted : My bad feelings proved itself right when I failed my moral test… terribly.

Just so my blog won’t stink or rot

Holidays are coming to an end and pretty much what I did all holiday was lying around, going to workshops, catch a movie [ says this in a very pseudoindifferent way, as if this has been a norm around sitiawan since years, when in fact am extremely delighted at the opening of a decent cinema ], went on a heavy dose of novels thus failing to read even a chapter of any book that might actually help you to score an A in SPM, practiced a little of piano and am not ready for The June 30th Thing, watched My Name Is Earl and Scrubs all day long.

There you go, two weeks up.

And lastly, a tribute to Iron Man. so at least my post won’t be so dull . it still is. shut up. ( managed to watch this flick in kl and i wanna watch again!)

awesome shite, literally a gadget porn.

Okay. Au revoir.

lub dub deeb dub.

After this, I’ll be studying. I will.

I came across these two in yasmin ahmad’s blog. Tres cute. Leaves you laughing in stitches.

Watch and be merry ! =)

He’s gonna kick my ass

Charlie bit me

HEHEHEHE

Love Birds

Ah-ha! Busted!

Making out in public. Body slanting some more. Until…

After a while…

And they continued making out till i don’t know when.

*

i’m so bored with text books.

[pretend to be very busy with computer while mum walks by]

[scratch hair]

[pick nose]

Okay okay! I know! Study ma, right? Bye! G’day y’all!

Dread

It is that much dreaded time of the year again…..

where your world would temporarily drain out of its colours…

one..

by…

one…….

where there’s this unspoken rule of studying into the wee hours of the morning because Mr. Guilty Conscience always ALWAYS decides to drop by for a visit only during this time and I wonder why..(but mostly, the hostile sleepiness in me bashes that Mr. guilty conscience up…and I would doze off), of not idling time away, of not touching the computer, of not blogging either. Not doing this. Not doing that.

But amidst all that, I do them just the same. That’s why I’m in big trouble this time.

And I have this one thing to say about exam that everyone would agree,

but an imaginary voice tells me, “friend, it’s the other away round.”

Diary of A Yellow Ladybird

Dear diary, (23rd April)

(11.55a.m.)

It had been quite a long time since I went out of my nest. That, of course, is because of the flood a week ago that took my dearly beloved Angela away from me. I wonder where she is now?

I decided to go out in search of food and also to stretch my wings. I flew along without being aware that I’ve entered a room full of the giants. They were hideous creatures, and awful too. I must get away from them. But just as I wanted to flee, I felt dizzy when the thing I was resting on started to tremble. Why, it is a giantess! And she’s caught hold of me!

I see the menacing smile of her and a few other giantesses. They were speaking in a foreign language that I couldn’t comprehend but they were all babbling in a rather loud voice.

For the first time in my life, I felt doomed.

I crawled away as fast as I could. But what help can my tiny legs give in this time of trouble? I tried flying but the wind is too strong.

Then, I was tranferred from the giantess’ hand to another giantess’ hand. They were laughing as if I just did a clown show. I was a tad angry and confused. But I was also helpless.

I circled on the surface round and round. But then, the giantess managed to trap me inside a long transparent tube. I looked out through the tube and saw them chatting amiably to one another while pointing at me. I guess they must have thought I was special. But, hello, there are thousands of ladybirds like me back where I came from. You should go get them instead. I just wanted to go home… I just wanted to go home… I just wanted to go home…. Then, I dozed off in the tube.

(2.30 p.m.)

It is so narrow in here, I just long to be home, but that’s totally impossible. I feel so trapped and so small. Even as I tried to stretch my wings, I couldn’t do it. It’s so stuffy in here, I think I’m dying soon. I dozed off again.

(5.00 p.m.)

I was awoken by the clattering sound of the tube and I saw that the cover of the tube was opened! I tried to move but I guessed the long hours of lying down and doing nothing results in me not being able to flex a single muscle. So I just stared at the giantess, who was holding something in her hands. I think she was taking a picture of me. ‘Can you please let me out now?’ I asked. She didn’t. I guessed she couldn’t hear me. I dozed off.

(10.00 p.m.)

I am so weak now and hungry too. I noticed a dead ant at the other end of the tube. It stinks. I think the giantess must have left it there for a long time. I couldn’t eat because I couldn’t even move. I am on my deathbed, with no one by my side.

(11.55p.m.)

This is it. It’s now. I can feel it. I see a faint bright light… Angela, I’m coming now to wherever you may be. I’ll be seeing you soon.

Hello.

R.I.P.

The Tale of Barbara

(Somewhere in the wilderness of Sumatera)

It all started with Barbara…

She was a very lonely monkey ever since she was born. Her Papa left her mother after knowing that his then girlfriend had his child, and her mother died while giving birth to her.

Every day was tough as she had to fend for herself.

She was an outcast in the society of monkeys, never having a turn during Lice-picking Time, playtime, swinging time, mealtime, and any other time.

The others were always ogling and laughing at her.

Barbara was sad, she didn’t had anyone…

Then, along came Peter one day. He noticed Barbara and was entranced by the mere sight of her. He got to know her and they became friends.

To Peter, what the others said and gossiped about them didn’t matter. He loved Barbara regardless of what. Barbara was moved.

One day, after getting the emerald wedding ring that once belonged to his great-great-great-great-grandmother Etta from his father, he proposed to Barbara and Barbara accepted. They were married happily and Roland was born not long after that. But the story doesn’t end here.

A war broke out and everything was plunged into chaos.

One night, just as Peter and his family were going on board a cargo ship to escape to Teluk Batik, Sitiawan, Peter was shot directly in the chest by a soldier who thought it was an enemy.

He died in the arms of a very devastated Barbara. She wept and howled. But it was no use.

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(A new beginning, Teluk Batik)

Barbara and Roland arrived in Teluk Batik after 3 days and 3 nights.

As she tread on the grounds of Teluk Batik, she thought of Peterand the good ol’ times. And that made her tears welled up.

She vowed to take good care of Roland, which was the only thing Peter left for her, and the only thing now that mattered to her.

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So if you happen to visit Teluk Batik one day and come across this great old monkey with a ring on her fingers and a young one following her around, say hi to her or give her a banana or two for she is the once young and beautiful Barbara which was once a heartbroken soul and still is.