Monday, November 29, 2010

A Classical Guitar

I had a weird dream last night. I think it’s brought about by guitar obsession.

I was having a conversation with my mom in the living room. We were chatting just like how we normally do. Then, we talked about, or rather, I talked about, guitars. Before this, I had been begging my mom to give me the green light to purchase an acoustic guitar. But, as you should know, I always fail as my mom is kind of, uh, relentless. So, this time, it was just like another trial.

Unexpectedly, my mom told me that she actually has a guitar, but a classical one. She walked into the room, with the confused me trailing her. She opened a wardrobe (See? A wardrobe...) and handed out the bizarrely designed guitar. For some reason unexplained, it was for lefties when I wasn't one apparently.

Told you, weird.

Sunday, November 21, 2010


Ouch but not here... =.="

My hand was hit by a jutted kettle when I dashed to the bathroom to pass my mom her facial cleanser. It hurt.

Mamishu - Yummy!

It was another Saturday morning. I walked into my dream one hour and forty-four minutes after midnight (That was only because my mom came into my room when I was sitting in front of the computer. She caught me red-handed and chased me to sleep with her threatening you’d-better-go-to-sleep-now look. Otherwise, I might go to bed at five in the morning.) and woke up at 10.43am which means I had slept for approximately nine hours. Okay, enough of being scientific. Yet, there are some sign of dark circles perched around my eyes, preserving my panda image.

I had mamishu, 马米酥 as my breakfast LOL… It’s a combination of fluffy sweet cake “tang gong” (糖恭), a famous Hainanese dessert made of rice, peanut and sesame consumed during the festivals to celebrate harvesting, and “sacima” (萨其马, which means yummy dessert), a Manchurian delicacy popular among the South-East-Asian Chinese community.

Equation: sacima (萨其马) + tang gong (糖恭) = mamishu (马米酥)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Speak Now

I went to the child care centre of Jaice’s mom again after the chemistry class at Perfection Training Academy (it sounds professional, but uhh, just a tuition centre LOL). We learnt about factors affecting rate of reaction today. =.=” Yap Xin, Jia Yeen, Vicky, Jaice, Amelia and I met up there. They had a whale of time making illogical story. Yap Xin lent me her Taylor Swift, Speak Now album. Wee…

Speak Now Deluxe Edition

Here's the Speak Now song track list:
1) Mine
2) Sparks Fly
5) Dear John
6) Mean
7) The Story Of Us
8) Never Grow Up
9) Enchanted
10) Better Than Revenge
11) Innocent
12) Haunted
13) Last Kiss
14) Long Live

All these songs are written by Taylor Swift herself.
Lady Gaga may have stolen the pop crown by doing everything in her power to mask herself under a veneer of shock fashion and shock statements, but Speak Now has Swift doing just what she does best: being herself, and Swift has come far enough as her own artist to make Speak Now the best pop record of the year.

I got this from a website. It’s very true indeed. Taylor Swift rocks!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Moment

When your loved ones left the world, how does it feel? You don’t know where they are heading. You just can’t see it. Some firm believers would say, ‘they will be going to live happily ever after in heaven with God.’ Yet, you feel helpless. You even feel it’s too early for their departure. There are so many things you have not done with them. There were so many chance that you forgot to grab. You forgot to say how much you want to thank them for every joy they brought you, every moment they had made special, everything they did that made a difference in your life. And suddenly, you realized that you missed so many things you shouldn’t have missed.

Just out of a sudden, the chance fled away, plunging to the dungeon of despair and hence, never to be seen again. They’re gone. You just lost the chance. Their soulless body lay there, not being able to say a word. You viewed the photograph of you and them again. Your memories with them flashed in your mind. They just couldn’t stop replaying. The happy moments, the sad moments, the exciting moments, the disappointing moments, and the list goes on. The tears sprang to your eyes. Even the strongest person on earth with a heart of stone couldn’t bear this bitter truth but let his tears stream down his cheeks alone in the corner. You would think, ‘what made you lose your mind?’ It is the mistake you made. You didn’t appreciate enough when they were still around.

You didn’t care. When problems came, you thought of you, only you yourself. People from all walks of life have done this. They just thought of how much they should matter to everyone. How important they should be and how things are horrible and unfair for them. But you forgot one thing; there is always someone behind, giving his effort to sort things out, trying to make everything alright again. When he failed to do so, you failed him. Your anger grew without rational reasons because you only thought of your own benefit.

When you realized their unrequited affection for you, it’s already too late. They’re gone, forever. The only thing I wanted to say is; appreciate the people around you while you’re still able to do so. They can be your friends, your partner for life or your family members. What if they’re gone in the next microsecond? Everything will change. You might not feel repentant and sorry all the time, but the regret will be etched on your heart for good, like some scars that can never heal.
The symbol for peace.

P/S: This ridiculous thing came to my mind out of the blue. Forgive me if I bored you. XD

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


“If I can’t have you, I don’t want anyone!”

Kelly Clarkson’s soul voice woke me up. Okay, I know she doesn’t want anyone else LOL.

After indulging myself with only a few bites of plum, I had to take some acrid Chinese medicine made up of herbs into tablet form. Well, they are to make sure flu doesn’t come back to me. The brownish color and smooth texture made me feel it was even harder to swallow the disk-shaped medicine. It was inflicting mental pain. LOL Pointless rejection couldn’t do a thing. Throwing the pills into my mouth, I imbibed some boiled water to drive the pills in. As luck would have it, I vomited everything out. =.=”
Well, mine doesn't look like this.


The medicine dissolved partly and left some bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Damn it. It was such a “terrific” start for the last day of my form life. But, never mind, I still have Michael Jackson music to cheer me up. Haha crap…

I just realized the free tote bag voucher from Perfection expired on November 15, 2010. Today is 16th. =.= And I found the class party invitation card for Puan Tan in my biology reference book. P/S: The class party was on November 11. Sorry, Puan Tan. But I don’t think she’d come to our class even if she received the invitation. Evil me.

I heard a Korean song in the radio this morning. It was quite nice to my liking. Here it is, Sweet Holiday by C.N. Blue

I shall introduce another song I heard today. Weeee... Hold My Hand, an Akon’s duet with Michael Jackson. I was listening to it at a stretch. ^^ Akon has actually more part because this song was finished and completed by Akon after Michael Jackson’s death.

I failed to embed the videos here because of my stupendous internet connection. =.="

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Well, this ain't me. Haha...

My brother was trying to awaken me. He did awaken me. It was 5.44am which was pretty late for a schooling morning. Well, it wasn’t late if I packed my bag and prepared everything the night before. XD I guess changing the alarm ringtone yesterday night is a wrong decision. I thought the alarm didn’t ring at 5.00am. =.=” You see, sleeping late disabled my ability to detect soft sweet music early in the fresh morning. Duh, I could barely open my eyes as if heaps of stone was pressuring them.

I sat on the floor, looking into emptiness. I saw nothing, felt nothing, just daydreaming… LOL haha… Waking myself from the aimless vision, I reached for my cell phone to have a glance at the time. It read 6.09am. My mom would crucify me upon seeing everything in a mess. I had better hurry up.

There she came, walking into my horribly untidy room. “Aren’t you going to school? Why aren’t you in your uniform yet?” said my mom in quite a serious tone. I nodded in answer, which didn’t make things very clear.

“Are you going to school or what?”

“Yeah, I’m going.”

“You had better hurry up now. How many times do I have to tell you? Pack your bag the night before…”

She started her same old story. I was going to spend the rest of my morning letting my mom to torment me with her superbly perfect nagging skill. Uhh…

She asked my brother if he wants her to buy him his breakfast when we were in the car, on our way to school. She didn’t ask me! *sobs* Duh, never mind, like I care. After that, I actually ate a plate of fried rice and a bowl of mihun soup at the school canteen to tranquilize the vexation. LOL Hunger didn’t strike until the end of school hours.

Speaking of school, we, the pathetic students were threatened by our teachers. We had to erase all the erasable pencil marks in the textbooks we borrowed from the school before returning them. Otherwise, our evil teachers would proudly present a very special gift to us --- DEMERITS! =.=” It’s already the end of the school term. Anyway, even if we didn’t care anymore, we were still forced to erase them, as if we were the only ones who should be responsible for those marks on our textbooks. I didn’t mind actually. I was erasing them with peace in my heart while everyone was mumbling about this unfair happening. =.=” But, the tips of my fingers are still a little pain resulting from over-erasing.

Yvonne’s sister is going to hand Yvonne’s textbooks to me on tomorrow morning. I have to help her to pass them to the respective teacher. Don’t tell me I have to erase the marks for her. Hell no. Please do pity my fingers...

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Happy Birthday Xin Xin!

Happy Birthday Xin!
Click on the photo to view in higher definition. XD

Hell Crap

Sick. Sick. Damn. Being sick is no fun at all. Everything comes in a sequence. Sore throat came first. I shall give him the crown LOL. He indeed succeeded to torture me by gifting me pain, making me to lose the ability to talk and sing without strained look for days. Uhh, I looked like I was having constipation when I talked. Well of course, it was because of the seemingly endless pain at the moment. Fuh, flu and cough came next and fever got last. Still, Mr. Fever got to torture me. Imagine releasing heat from your eyes and nostrils. Hell.

Tell me why should illness even exist? To punish human’s wrongs? LOL Did I do anything illegal? Well I actually recovered. I am just… just… finding something to crap about… =_=

He Shall Live In Our Hearts, In A Special Way

Warning: This is a post about Michael Jackson. Please do not carry on reading if you’re not interested, but I appreciate it if you do. Peace.

It has been months Michael Jackson died. Nevertheless forums, gossips, talks and rumors about him have never stopped. They continued the aimless act every single day as if it is a must. They discussed if Michael faked his death, if he hired a look-alike, or shall I say, a few look-alikes to lessen the burden of the upcoming world tour. Some even get mad, become depressed upon knowing the possibilities that Michael Jackson is still alive, hiding himself from media harassment and resting himself by telling a big fat lie: Oh I’m dead?

If you look into the mirror and ask yourself, do all these really matter now?

If it was truly him, Michael Jackson who made the choice, then we shall leave him alone. Why should we get agitated? Why should you waste your tears? I’m not saying Michael Jackson isn’t worth anything. He is the King of Pop. But can’t you see that the world will not get better no matter how much tears streamed down our cheeks? If it is for love, then do something right. Help the needy. Make somebody smiles. Do not sit crouching at the corner, crying and whining that it wasn’t fair at all.

We should appreciate the joy, the music he had brought to us, but not striking notes about the agony his departure has brought. If you truly are his fan, open your mind and see the truth. We have to get on with our life. Don’t get stuck in the limbo and say how much you wish to meet him up in heaven. Say how grateful and pleased that you are still in this world to help him to accomplish his mission: Heal the World.

P/S: This is only my very own opinion. Please do not crucify me for this.

Michael Jackson. You always rock. XD

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Is A Book An Animal?

Wasting time at a child care centre owned by Jaice’s mom, made my day LOL. Jia Yeen and I went there after accomplishing a mission (JY, this is cryptic, XD). We volunteered, or rather, were asked to guide one or two children to do some workbook exercises.

You know, children are just cute, in a way.

“Is a book an animal?” I questioned.

The cute little child said “yes” in answer with a naïve look, not knowing her answer was so wrong. =_= Seriously, we couldn’t help but laugh up our sleeves. Well, not so secretly.

Thank God, the four-year-old girl I was taking care of was quite cooperative and nice, not like those mischievous ones. What’s her name again? I forgot. =_=

But I didn’t forget to draw her some stars on her workbook to glorify her LOL hahaha…

You can learn many things from children.  How much patience you have, for instance.  ~Franklin P. Jones

Love lots~

Monday, November 1, 2010

Oh My Clarkson!

I was standing under a tree, waiting for my mom to come around
I ate a little snacks yet she wasn’t there, so I crouched on the ground

A silver Viva appeared from the junction and I got in
I reminded her about the classes I’ll be attending

She said “No, I ain’t taking you to the tuition centre”
“I have no time and I don’t care if you’ll be in hot water”

I was dumbfounded as she wants to cancel all the classes
My eyes were red, guess she couldn’t see, Oh My Clarkson


Giving you a big facepalm XD

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Dreams are Yours and Mine

I want no weapon or gunfire
Everyone to live without fear
No one to suffer in hunger
Smile shines on the youngsters
When his colour doesn't matter
And we live as sisters and brothers

Have you ever thought of
Seeing the world in one again
Have you ever thought of
The ones who live in vain?

Now we're just lost in there
Thinking there's no way out
But we must know someone cares
And they need us to clear our doubt

We can heal the dread and sorrow
Get to a place with brighter tomorrow
A start and a helping hand
Can save this ravaged land

The dreams are yours and mine
Of something so beautiful and divine
With our spirit we shall rise
And make everything alright

A magnanimous heart
Giving his bestest effort
If you just give your trust
You can heal pain with your love

No war and no fight
The dreams are yours and mine~

Thursday, September 2, 2010

The Questions Without Answers

I didn't act like I care. I didn't show that I hated this world so much because I thought that there is still something called hope. Why are they lying to me, breaking one promise after another? Hope sprouted and died. This has repeated over and over again. I am tired of it. I am so sick of it. It might be nothing to them, but they didn't realize how deep it could hurt. I can't take it anymore. But as I was saying this, the fact that I have to go on cannot be denied. A painful truth it is.

Puan Lim said that friends are not for forever. I totally disagreed with this. But now, it seems that slowly, I have accepted this fact. They didn't know how they have let me down. At the same time, the bible stated that a real friend is closer than a brother. I am confused. Why are they implanting different thoughts into my mind? Why do I feel like I am controlled by this awful world that was once beautiful? I've been shedding tears, crying more often than ever. But nobody knows, they just can't see it. Or they'll say that's because I'm keeping everything inside. And so, everyone thinks they have the point, and they win. They'd be right, I'd be wrong.

If I failed to hide from them when I cry, they would ask why. I didn't want to answer because I know that if I confess to them, they would say I am childish, that I am being upset for trivial matters. They didn't care how it exactly feels. They see things only through their eyes, and never try to see from another angle.

Nothing is real. Liars are everywhere. No one cares. Perhaps leaving is the best solution, but I have not the courage. God took it away. Will you please, with Your wisdom, and tell me that all these will end?

I hate injustice.
I hate fake promises.

Do me a favour. Don't let me hate you.

I miss Michael Jackson. Only he can heal my sorrow even though he's an angel that I've never met.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


After another week, we’ll have our two-week holiday for Hari Raya celebration. My mom was asking me where I would like to go to. I didn’t know what to answer. We haven’t been going places together as a family for a very long time. Nevertheless, this family is already broken. There are so many assignments to be done. What’s even more frustrating is that the final exam is coming. I need to revise. It’s my fault for not taking my study seriously.  Instead of cracking my head, thinking where to hang out, I answered:

“Don’t waste money travelling anywhere since we can’t capture our moment. Just buy me a camera.”

“Stop dreaming.”

“Oh fine, but I won’t. I’m a dreamer.”

She won't get me what I want even for once and rather spend money for things I don’t want. Meh...


I was figuring out how to use WordPress since some websites recommended it. I was really breaking my head, torturing myself because the buttons and settings aren’t made easy to users like me. They’re far too sophisticated compared to Blogger. And their templates aren’t eye-pampering enough in my opinion. I still prefer Blogger. They don’t have the sharing buttons too; the buttons the users can use to share our posts to different social networks. I’d need to install some plugins. Blogger can save me from these troubles. You can see I’m just lazy. However, I love WordPress’s dashboard. They have a good and systematic way of managing the blog, with everything displayed in order. I mean the posts, comments and so. In conclusion, I’ve wasted hours to explore WordPress and chose to stick with Blogger.

At least I know HOW to use WordPress.


I read back the poems I wrote ages ago. They sound not extremely wonderful, but good enough. But when I want to write a new poem, I feel that I’ve lost this talent. I've forgotten how. I haven’t been practicing enough. I forced myself to pen down something. It doesn’t feel right at all. I’ve wasted so much time. Sometimes I was thinking what the hell I am doing. Crushing my future? Whatever I do seems like a waste. Or am I making it a waste?


Beatboxing is a less common culture in Malaysia. However, it is very well known to us. I mean, to the Form 4 students in St Mary Secondary Girl School, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Should I be more precise? LOL… It first started this way, Pei Teng has seen the glory of Shaun, an acquaintance of hers, performing his talent of beatboxing. It attracted Pei Teng very much indeed. Then, she started exploring the secrets of the art, the art of producing drum beats, rhythm, and musical sounds.

She practices what she knows, in school every day or just anywhere that she finds comfortable. And so, it spreads to her friends, which is where I’m included too. Soon, the whole Form 4 students know about the existence of beatbox art although they don’t know how to produce wonderful sounds with their mouth, yet. That’s why some are trying hard to master it. However, some think beatboxing is equivalent to noise pollution. And do you know what we’ll do? We’ll deliberately keep beatboxing in front of them… Muahahaha… Well, we aren’t that annoying.

“One of the modern singers and musicians who started to add his own sounds to his music was Michael Jackson in songs like Billie Jean, Tabloid Junkie, and Who Is It. Most of the time, he admitted that he needed a tape recorder to record this sound that came to his mind just to not forget them and around that base built the rest of the tune.”
Sourced from Wikipedia

See? Isn’t it amazing? Even the King of Pop beatboxed in the production of his music.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

In loving memory of Xin Xin, 1994 - 2010

Gazing at the sparkling stars
Trying to heal the hurtful scar
Mourning for the one who left
The one who died a painful death

A cracked, broken wishbone
And her soul too had flown
We’d grieve for her misfortune
For the girl is gone, much too soon

Rest in peace, you shall live in the hearts of those who loved you and 
will thus never die or be forgotten...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Public Speaking

Now I've accomplished a task. I've done my so-called public speaking in school right this morning. Well, it wasn't really anything like a real public speaking because I only needed to talk through the PA system and read from my prepared script. Nobody was going to stare straight at me while I was trying my very best to pronounce every word clearly and fluently, other than the students and teachers in-charged to hold our morning assembly.

For God's sake, I felt like my heart was beating out of my body although I wasn't doing it in front of any crowd but a few students and teachers. Adilla was the first to start, I was second while Jaice was the last to present. The topic was...uhmm...nothing more than "Reasons Why Am I Proud to be A Malaysian", since this month, we're going to celebrate our National Day. We were supposed to show how patriotic we were...LOL. But I guess, while we were "preaching", not many people were paying attention. (Because even me myself doesn't pay attention to such talks.)

Almost everyone said my voice sounded like a baby through the microphone and my heavy breath sounded like I was beatboxing. That's...err...ridiculous? A baby doesn't do public speaking...LOL. Anyway, it was a good thing I wasn't badly criticized, or praised either.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Why Am I Proud To Be A Malaysian?

Here's my speech. I've finally prepared it. But, whether I am going to present it or not, that's another story. Have a peep. (Sorry, some are plagiarized from other sources, hehe...) Drum rolls please...

Our National Day is just around the corner. Have you ever asked yourself why should you be proud of being a Malaysian? Well, needless to say, I am here to share with you on reasons why I am proud to be a Malaysian. So, listen up.

First, we have our national language, Bahasa Malaysia. It is a language – a significant aspect of a nation – that we all learn. It is a language that, we all use to communicate in government offices, in the courts, in mamak shops, in classrooms, in the villages, on television and over radio airwaves. Most importantly, it is a language that ties all Malaysians together and makes us one big family.

Second, the Petronas Twin Towers. Once the tallest building in the world, the Petronas Twin Towers continues to look splendid every night. The skybridge, which is the highest point of the building that a tourist can go to (with a fee, of course) is wonderful to be in and there are indeed plenty of sights to see. Of course, since it has been featured in a movie, it gains extra points too. Also, it is probably one of the few famous buildings that have never been successfully scaled by our modern day spiderman, Alain Robert.

Third, I am proud of our cultural heritage as well. Diversity is beautiful. And if each culture had a distinct colour, Malaysia will be white. Not because it has only one colour, but it has all the colours mixed together that it becomes white. Yet, we can still dissect the ‘white’ and look at its colours. Each and every one of them, in their different shades and hues. We are rich in culture. And it is good.

Next, we have all the peace and stability we need in here, Malaysia. People might have been mugged right outside my house and tried to steal my shoes. Nevertheless, the country has been relatively peaceful. That’s one reason why I love staying here. True, we need to be careful. But we don’t have to tote guns along with us either.

However, the major reason is I am a Malaysian. This is where I was born. God put me here. For one aim: to serve and love this State. The fact that I am here is to love my home too. So I shall.

In short, we have a lot to be proud of. Remember, 1 Malaysia, Generates Transformation; 1 Malaysia, Menjana Transformasi.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


事情结束了。对方也不会再为对方流泪。可是这并不代表我们会和好如初,若无其事地做回好朋友。这样的事可以发生一次,也可以再发生第二次,或是第三次。现在并不是辩论谁对谁错,不愉快的事还是会再发生。我不会再信任任何人,因为这世上根本就没有人是可以一百巴仙信任的。一个人可能这一分钟和你说笑,下一分钟就讲你是非。我不会再好像从前,以为只要有爱,所有问题都能被解决。人根本就是现实的。她说当我毫不犹豫地在面子书分享那侮辱她的状态后 ,我们的友谊已经是被画上句点。我接受。如果现在她说是我一直在避开她,我也接受。是我的错,我决定了,我不会挽回。就算我多么违背自己的良心,我还是一样,不挽回。藐视我,歧视我,我是一个自私的人。说别的,我妈可以无数次地诬赖我,任何其他人也可以。当我哭泣时,她对我说:“别以为你很可怜!”我不会,我再也不会。就算是,我会尽力去隐藏。别误会,我并不是说SK诬赖我,没这个意思。现在,我只相信我自己,没有人会对我好,除了我自己,就我自己。

A Sketch Practice?

I have to stay back at school till 4 pm on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday until the performance on the Independence Day's celebration in our school because I'm involved in a sketch. You know, about the history of how we got the independence of the Federation of Malaya from British colonial rule.
We had fun on our very first practice. Well, it wasn't really a practise though, we just went through the script. I laughed so much that I even thought I was insane. Chang Sin entertained us by imitating our teachers by requests. She mimicked Puan Lee, Miss Wong and even our principal Miss Goh in speech, gesture and expression. She was meant for that, I must say. No one else could do that better. We were truly amused even though ridiculing teachers in such way was no good.

Nareen, the one who planned everything for us, kept making mistakes in her speech. Something like, "tak payah pakai apa-apa". We were overcome by laughter and were questioning "no need to wear anything?" as if we didn't know she made a mistake. She actually wanted to say there's no need to wear anything special and grand, a T-shirt and a track bottom will do. The ambiguity in that sentence. Haha...

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I whined...

She sputtered those harsh words wrathfully
While I played prophecies in my mind
Will she slap me? Will she beat me?
Then she gave me her foot and I whined


Sunday, July 4, 2010

Germany vs. Argentina 4-0!!!

Look at them. How funny. Haha...

I supported Germany. And Germany won! *evil laugh* Every time the Germans goaled, I could hear the guys next door cheer and scream. It's FIFA fever man! Haha... But I didn't yell out loud or I'd be in pieces now, broken into pieces by my mom for waking her up with noise. I was just jumping and bouncing here and there. Yvonne's boyfriend bet that Germany would win so he has got extra RM2000 in his pocket now, I guess. But gambling is really risky. I'd choose to stay away from it.

And guess what, when I was having my breakfast in my room this morning (well, I was having hot barley drink), somebody, I mean, a guy next door was playing and singing the disco version of Waka Waka by Shakira. I was like, "Is somebody singing? Oh, undoubtedly and obviously it is." I think he thought no one could hear him singing to himself but seriously I did. With his coarse and deep voice, I felt like shivering although I was imbibing hot drink. I wasn't eavesdropping, he just sang too loud. ^^

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Oh, Forgetful Me...

History class at Perfection was cancelled. I really forgot about that. I was still thinking of staying at Perfection's cafe until the class starts. Oh, forgetful me. Joey reminded me of this unintentionally when she wanted to get the monthly book from the reception a minute before the Chemistry lesson.

"Why are you in a hurry? Can't you get the book before History class starts?"

"The class is cancelled, dude."

"Oh okay. Let's go."

In my heart: Oh yeah, fine. I'll still stay here till 8pm. Anyway, Yvonne'd be coming to Perfection. I'd have someone to waste my time with. Haha...

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Results... T_T

It was staggering when Puan Johana, our soon-to-be ex form teacher asked us to check our marks on the paper. The paper where our results are written in position, in marks, in percentage, in statistics. The statistics could be surprising, relieving or just too horrifying. The beautifully narrated story that I was reading did blend into my mind perfectly while my breath went heavier. I just needed more ventilation to calm down myself. The feeling was so indescribable, not that I cared much what position I'd get, but the anxiety stole my air away while scenes of the story went flashing in my mind.

I walked to her table where she was resting herself, starting to collect money from the sales of coupon for Canteen Day (that's another long story). I shuffled slowly towards her. I was dragging my feet. I sensed no feeling at that moment. Yvonne and a few more classmates who couldn't wait any longer, gathered around Pei Teng, trying to have a peep on the paper. Suddenly, Yvonne jumped high and screamed in joy. This is what she always does - shocking people out of a sudden by laughing too loud or overreacting over trivial matters. She always wanted me to get number one in class. The reason why should not be revealed. *evil laugh*

So, did that mean I achieve the highest pride in class? Yes, it is. But, I felt no thrill. I handed Puan Johana three thirty ringgit notes. I was a little comforted but, very worried too. It actually meant I'd have to put in more effort for the final exam. More pressure. More stress. But, so far, I shall just enjoy! Mommy promised me RM20 if I get number one in class. Only RM20, yet it's better than nothing!

I haven't finish my homework. AHHH!!! I'm going to do it now. T_T

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Back To School???

After two weeks of not well-benifited holidays, finally we're back to school. And there we are, doomed to face our exam results, and possibly, face the music later. Going back to school is torturing, except for the geniuses. But we still couldn't deny that we miss our friends badly!

So, obviously, it's a catch-22. Meeting our friends to quench our thirst (when we actually can do this outside of our school but we don't want to play truant, right? So, nevertheless, we have to get back to that dungeon. ROAR!) while getting our results that make us whine and probably, getting a life-time babble from our parents. It's a paradox. Thank God my mom doesn't babble on me much.

However, mom tends to think that my results are getting worse because I spent too much time surfing the net ever since she got me internet. Guess all parents say the same thing.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Karate Kid

Guess what, I'll be meeting Jaden Smith and Jackie Chan tomorrow. *excited* Uh, in the cinema. 2 adult tickets for mommy and me + 1 children ticket my brother. Karate Kid, see you!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Dragon Boat Festival

It has been customary on Dragon Boat Festival to enjoy Zong Zi, glutinous rice dumplings as a memorial to Qu Yuan, a patriotic poet who committed suicide. Since this festival is around the corner, mommy made lots of Zong Zi from glutinous rice (obviously), pork (no offense to the Muslims), Chinese mushrooms and five-spice powder to name a few, having them wrapped in bamboo leaves, just this morning.

My Dragon Boat Festival routine all this while was eating dumplings. It's yummy, especially the one made by my mom. Hehe... But, sad to say, I have never seen even one dragon boat race. I really wish to watch one. Why isn't it on TV? I only know that this activity is actively held in Penang.

The world, there's much yet to discover...

Saturday, June 12, 2010

World Cup 2010

Shakira, performing Hips Don't Lie.

I was viewing through the videos of FIFA World Cup Kick-Off Concert, which took place on Thursday night, on Youtube. And all my favourite songs were performed! They had Hips Don't Lie by Shakira, I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas, Empire States Of Mind / No One by Alicia Keys and lots more. All the performers were dancing to traditional African beats. As I know, there will be 32 teams giving the best they have to shine on this sporting event and to become the next Soccer World Cup champion. Anyhow, I'm not interested in it after all. The only thing that catches my attention is their wonderful performance, my time-waster. Avid soccer fans from across the globe would probably made a trip to the country of South Africa to cheer their country, but this is not the case for Malaysia. After losing 4-1 to Bahrain, it looks like we've got to wait for another 4 years for our next chance. Or maybe we've got to wait forever... *Sigh*

Their overflowing spirit.

Awesome formation!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Sex Crimes

It's very saddening to read the news nowadays. Theft. Robbery. Drug abuse. Murder. Rape. Should I say more?

To our dismay, sex crimes whom most victims are women and children are on the rise. According to the staggering statistic, last year, that is the year 2009, there were 3626 cases of sex crimes in Malaysia. Every 15 minutes, one person is sexually abused. And you may be having fun, hanging around with friends or something. How horrible the world has became, huh?

I have to say here, it's very important for the victims to voice out. If they choose to pretend nothing happened and let it be the past, or continue being threatened by the sex offenders, the violators will only be more encouraged to continue their wrongdoings as they will not need to be responsible for any consequences in change for their immoral pleasure.

As Ho Yan said, reading my blog makes her feels like she's reading news article. That's how I write, and I can't help it, haha... May the world be free of sex offenders. Peace.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Holiday ^^

No more mental torture
And good-intentioned lecture
Gratified, pressure's out
Gonna jump, spring and bound


Saturday, June 5, 2010

Teachers' Day

Look at their big smile!

Do you know that World Teachers' Day is celebrated across the world on 5th October every year? I actually just found this out on Wikipedia. Well, as a Malaysian, we should know our teachers' endless effort is commemorated the most on 16th Mei because on the same day in 1956, the Federal Legislative Council of the Federation of Malaya endorsed the Razak Report, one of four reports of the Education Committee regarding education in Malaysia. Okay, I think I've said enough about history.

Today is a very noteworthy day indeed. Needless to say, Teachers' Day Celebration was held in my school, this morning. Nareen, Jocelyn and Baie were the emcees. We were high as if we were intoxicated from alcohol. Or shall I say, our love for our teachers overflowed in a sudden simply because we could enjoy, exams are over, and most importantly, the task after this celebration would be go back home and have our two weeks holiday!

Back to the celebration story. Teachers were welcomed to have their seat on the hall stage with music played by Shangita, Vinoshini and Sheng Ping. And the prefects lined, forming a pathway to the stage with candles or lanterns held in their hands. The illumination made the ambience even more romantic. Everyone stood up as a sign of respect, clapping and cheering. After everyone had their seat (we had to sit on the floor T_T) and sang the national anthem, as it was expected but never wanted, speeches came. Mr. Chew and Encik Khairuddin read the couriers from the ministers to us. Then, Miss Goh, the principal, started preaching. The only time I paid full attention to her speech was when they were playing a video of an amazing lady telling a story. She drew images by using only sand and the story was meaningful and conceived important lessons.

The teachers read out their pledge and sang Malaysia Teachers' song. They, especially Miss Goh, always say that we should project our voice and sing out loud. But they were not that good in singing either. *chuckles*

The song, The World's Greatest by R. Kelly was modified and made famous once more in St. Mary. We sang this song to our teachers. I supposed the moment was very touching to them. And guess what, we had lucky draw for teachers, eleven prizes were provided and Miss Goh was supposed to pick 11 names from a container. Seriously, an ugly container. Wouldn't they make a presentable one? Well, the center of attraction wasn't the container anyway. When the lucky stars' names were announced, their "fans" went wild and cheered to the maximum. Puan Parimalah was the last name announced. She looked so surprised and delighted that she had one too! But Puan Chang seemed a little disappointed. Haha...

Next, our eyes were fed with another video, "Lesson We Learn From Teachers" and a sketch performed by two students entitled "Hu's On First". The character in "Lesson We Learn From Teachers" were so cute! Joey Low wanted to watch the whole movie if there's one. But for "Hu's On First", I've known the story ages ago, either in video or essay. I think it was the time for the teachers to prepare for their performances. Hah! We were going to see how crazy our teachers could be. And there they were, on stage performing Malay dance, Sumazau dance, Chinese dance, Hindi dance and even the native dance! Their movements and gestures were so amusing and hilarious while some did it in grace. We laughed out our hearts throughout their performances. Even Miss Goh let her hair down, scenes we couldn't catch anywhere, anytime but on this celebration.

Finally, we had a few more wonderful performances by students. One of the groups pampered the Korean artists' fans because they used mostly Korean songs but I, the non-Korean-artists-fans enjoyed it just as much. Then, time for dismissal arrived. We sang The World's Greatest once more and it was ended with applause. I supposed teachers would go for their feast after this and we would have our little own one, in the canteen. Haha...

Yvonne, Jye Chyi, Yap Xin, Jia Yeen and Yen Kei said if we can do MJ dance next Teachers' Day with me. I'm gonna plan for it during the end year holiday. Hope they really mean it.

Holiday, I'm coming!

Sunday, May 30, 2010


It was scary. Mommy phoned. In a trembling voice, she told me an Indian guy from nowhere was tailgating her in a motorcycle. My mind was disturbed and I couldn't continue reading. Any sane being would feel worried in this condition, with her mom in so much probable danger. I really wished everything would be fine. Anyone, help her, save her, bring her home. That was what stayed in my thought for long. After a lengthy, silent moment of waiting, finally she was back home. She said he was a robber. First, he stopped at the left side of her car and he drove to the right instead. He knocked the window hard and cued for my mom to get off the car. My mom showed a "what" look and he lifted up a steel rod. It was obvious that he intended to break the window and rob! It was believed that he saw the gold bracelet worn around her wrist. She got so scared and drove off immediately without second thought, passing two red lights. Thankfully he was lost during her escape. He was really inhumane. I wish he would turn over a new leaf before it's too late. Life isn't meant to be lived like this.

You Are My Life

Michael Jackson

Once all alone
I was lost
In a world of strangers
No one to trust
On my own, I was lonely
You suddenly appeared
It was cloudy before but now it's clear
You took away the fear
You brought me back to life

You are the sun
You make me shine
Or more like the stars
That twinkle at night
You are the moon
That glows in my heart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You are my life

Now I wake up everyday
With this smile upon my face
No more tears, no more pain
Cause you love me
You help me understand
That love is the answer to all that I am
And I'm a better man
You taught me by sharing your life

You are the sun
You make me shine
Or more like the stars
That twinkle at night
You are the moon
That glows in my heart
You're my daytime my nighttime
My world
You are my life

You gave me strength
When I wasn't strong
You gave me hope when all hope is lost
You opened my eyes when I couldn't see
Love was always here waiting for me

P/S: Just wanna say how much I love this song for being so meaningful and sweet. I do not own this song.=D

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Reality

Sick of life of material
Where things must be imperial
People estranged
The sequence deranged

And life was beautiful
Incredibly wonderful
But now it's polluted
To evil, they're addicted

Hunger of satan
And monsters awakened
They stabbed straight through
The hearts of virtue

Bloodshed on the streets
No one cares, they went to sleep
Then, why did they hate the view
Of their same kind, with different hue

I just want to relax and lie down here
Enjoy the call of the wind, so clear
Just want to see the stars shine
And tell me, "everything will be fine"

I just want to touch the sparks of love
They keep us warm, like a glove
Just want to live in fantasy
There's no inhumanity

Will one day this fantasy
Become reality?

Friday, May 21, 2010


Beads of tears started streaming down her chubby cheeks. Mixed with a little bit of sweat. It was too much, too heavy for her to abide. Her despair fused with the paradoxically hot atmosphere. I could feel it as I approached her helpless body. Now that she lost everything, everything but me, I wished I could unbreak her heart that was encrusted with too much wounds and scars, nearly lacking space for hope to sprout. Her sprinkling brown eyes reflected her foul mood. I could not resist to look at her face. Almond eyes. Sharp nose. Pinkish lips. Freckled round face. Black straight hair. I studied her features again. It was so different with agony written on it. Seeing her sat crouched in a corner, reluctant to speak, was even more heart-paring to me.

Little Baby

Little baby went without knowing why
He was stuffed into a bottle and died
Who'd care enough to mourn for his soul
That went when his body wasn't whole
A gift, a blessing from Him
Disposed in cruelty and brutality

Little baby was killed by his own mother
Has she no mercy to love him harder
His deformed heart written with searing pain
Lying and smarting from sin so insane
Another seed of goodness, of purity
Vanished for the sake of inhumanity

Little baby died a bewildered death
He wasn't given a chance for a breath
An innocent soul free from evil
Left without knowing what is love
Of the reason why, he hasn't get a hint
He is now dead, and gone with the wind

A canine came by, dragged him to the side
Ate up his limb, he couldn't launch a cry
He was left there, bathed in blood of despair