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.

you decide.

just came back from an ojt. finally filling up those empty slots! hehe..it’s kinda fast that it’s now april already. been pondering about what have i really done these past four months. studying hard is surely not one of them =( sigh… hello tiffany!!!! april ady lar!! wake up!

moving on,

april also means that we’ll be completing our y.e.e soon!

^^

=D

the happy faces of pear and nat after getting their results for y.e.e!

thought of the day: how long has it been since you last scored a 100/100 huh? for me i think it’s been one decade.

ps:

i assume SUBWAY MIGHT be opening in our humble little town of sitiawan!!! since they’re giving out their leaflets around here ma. slurps.

off to some afternoon nap now! g’day y’all!