Saturday, November 17, 2012

Hard to make a deicison

Alice : Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?
The Cheshire Cat : That depends a good deal on where you want to go
Alice : I don't much care where
The Cheshire Cat : Then it doesn't matter which way you go
Alice : So long as I get somewhere
The Cheshire Cat : Oh you're sure to do that as long as you walk long enough

I like this quote. I think this quote kinda symbolizes how I feel right now. I feel like Alice. And the Cheshire Cat represent people around me. I mean this obviously which no contempt but only as a symbol of representation.

Its not that I don't know where I want to go. Its just I don't know what I want to do. Its as simple as that. 
I find that making us choose and decide at this young immature age is hardly fair. How will I know what I want to do in the future? How am I supposed to know what I wanna study or be? There isn't a list of all the occupations in the world where we can pick from. We only know what we've been exposed to. And so what happens if after I have been so thoroughly exposed, I still don't know what I wanna do? What happens then?

The fear of choosing the wrong thing. The fear of choosing the wrong profession or the wrong course. The fear of not being sufficiently qualified for something. The fear of not getting a place in the institute of your choice or the country of your choice. The fear of not getting where you want to be. The fear of disappointing your parents. The fear of disappointing yourself. The fear that your parents cannot support you. The fear of disappointment. The word fear is fear itself. There is so much fear and uncertainty around the future yet we are supposed to put all these fears aside and choose? Haven't people ever heard of the saying 'fear governs your mind and soul, rendering us useless'?

The raw feeling of being lost. It eats the insides of you and you feel utterly lost. The feeling of restlessness of not knowing what to do. No level of distraction can fully rid you of this feeling. Not knowing where you are going or which direction you are heading to is frustrating. Its not that I don't wanna decide. Its not that I am not listening to my heart or not using my head. Its merely as simple as I don't know what I wanna do. People have this misconception that I will wake up tomorrow and just tell them what I wanna do and what my decision is. Had I known the answer and gotten the enlightenment and inspiration, I would hardly be here writing this, instead I would be researching and finding out more information about my decision, no?

I feel like the man in the picture. I feel like I am being put in the middle of a cross road. And the signboard towering behind me is of no help. All around me I see roads, but to where? I cannot see the destination nor the end of the road from where I am standing no matter how much I squint my eyes. So how exactly can I choose which road to go to if I don't know where it leads to? Its not as simply as walking down and road and then realizing I took the wrong turn and start from this point again. As much as I wished it was, there is no such thing in reality.

Whichever road I choose, it will be path I traverse. No matter how hard or how difficult, how far or how bumpy, if it crosses oceans and river, jungles, hills and mountains, it is the path I choose therefore I will have to travel it till I reach the end of the road to my destination. I am not saying I cannot brace hardship, I believe hard times makes us stronger. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger no? I guess its the fact that I want to know, after travelling and suffering, falling, stumbling, picking myself up, having fun, laughing, crying and doing all that I can to reach my destination, I want to feel that my journey was worth it. That where I am is worth every single tear and laughter and sweat. That when I arrive and look around me, I feel is pride and satisfaction. I think these 2 feelings would be sufficient. I don't want any bit of regret. Its as simple as that.

'You need to decide what you wanna do'. Gosh. How ruthlessly these words have been thrown to me. I know I need to decide but there isn't a guidebook out there that tells you how to decide. We humans have guidebooks for everything. We have maps for foreign countries, lessons for foreign languages, sign boards of how to wash one hands, pamphlets to teach us how to use new gadgets, websites that show recipes, articles that offers instructions, guidance counsellors that tell us what to do, books that hold endless information, but there isn't anything out there that shows us how to find our way when we are lost or how to decide on the future for that matter. 

What happens then if we give in to expectations of others? Its not that I am forced to do anything. Its just when I don't know what I want to do, I turn to those closest to me for help. And everyone has their own views and perception and what happens if i give into these? If i choose to do what my parents want me to, how is that so wrong? Yes its not something I wanna do, but I don't have any other idea apart from what they have suggested, so why is it so wrong for me to do what they want me to?

'Do what you want to do'. Of course I will do what I wanna do. First and foremost I have to figure out what it is no? Gosh. Sometimes I feel like I am speaking and no one is listening. I tell them I don't know what I wanna do. So they try to help by giving me a lot of suggestions. Then I say I need to think. And I think and think and think and think but I come up with no conclusion. So I go back and say I don't know. See its not like I didn't make an effort, I did think, but I just can't decide. Its not that I am being indecisive but its a really important decision and many factors come into play. Then they start offering their opinions and views and ideas, so I accept them. Part of me has this perception, since I don't know what I wanna do, why not do something they have suggested? They here refers to those I am closest to like family. But part of me knows I don't wanna do what they are suggesting, but when I voice this out, the next question directed to me is, " So, what do you wanna do?" Gosh. I can list a lot of things I don't wanna do, but not what I wanna do. They say knowing if half the battle. Well I know a lot but it doesn't seem to help in any way.

Making a decision is hard. Its hard cause all these factors come into play. 
1. The cost. Can my parents pay for it? Is it right to accept their money? They work their whole lives to save up that sum of money and here I am going off to spend it. It hardly seems right. And what happens if some mishaps occur along the way? Will they have enough to pull through after setting aside such a vast sum of money for me? What about my siblings? They need the money too. And its really really really expensive to study. 

2. My results. Now its not that I am not smart or brilliant, its just I am an average student. I am not the type that comes out top of the year but I am near the top. But that comes with a lot of hard work. But then again its always hard no? I am not the type that breezes through my education cause I have photographic memory or cause I am super disciplined that I study 4 to 8 hours a day, I am like everyone else, I study when I have exams, play when I don't, rush to cram everything when exams dawn upon me. Basically I am worried my results don't qualify for where and what I choose to ( Note : I haven't made a decision but I am basing this on the suggestion my parents have given me instead ) cause they want all A's and there are about 100,000 people out there who will be applying for the same thing. If based on academic performance only, I have doubts as to where I stand in that 100,000.

3. Interests. My interests cover a very wide range. I like both arts and science. But there isn't a profession that allows me to combine these 2, well at least I haven't found one that interests me. I wanna do something I love. But I am also the kind of person who will learn to love my job even if I might hate it at first. It is this character of mine, that makes me more open to suggestions from others but also makes me more easily swayed cause I am not rooted to the ground. 

Here I am rambling about how hard it is to decide but at the end of the day a decision still needs to be made. A decision about where I wanna go, what I wanna do, when I wanna start, still needs to made. I read books about finding one's self, about the struggles of growing up, about the lives of other people in hope to get an insight of how people choose but so far I've no success. I listen to music, to songs about love, joy, success, disappointment, heart breaks, friends, family and hope but none of these seem to get through to me and give me the sense of inspiration I need. 

I even made a picture with my favourite quote yet it doesn't seem to have the inspiring effect it used to on me. 

I've talked to my peers, my seniors, my teachers, my parents, my family and yet here I am at a loss of what to do. Maybe I fear I will make the wrong decision but who doesn't? Maybe I already know the answer but I am too afraid to voice it out. Gosh. I turn to God with prayer in hope God will show me the way. I believe in God's will and I am honestly hoping for the best. But the funniest thing is I don't know what I am hoping for. I need something but I don't know what I need. I need help I know, but when I ask for it, I don't know what kind of help I need.

I need a purpose, a sense of direction. I need to know where I am going. I need to know which road to take. I guess I don't really need to know what happens at the end of the road cause that takes out the fun in everything. I just want to know that when I do arrive at the end of the road, I am happy and pleased with myself and satisfied. No matter how hard the journey, I will look around, breathe in the fresh air and thank God and all those who've helped me through the journey. I just need a head start, maybe a llittle wind to show me the way, or a light that lights my way or a trail for me to follow. I just need that first step, which is ultimately my decision of what I wanna do. Just need to overcome this, find out what I wanna do and I know deep down I am on my pathway to success. 

All I need to do now is find the first stone. Take my first step and begin my journey. But I need to first DECIDE what I wanna do

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


The sight of a book always warms the heart. The sight of a book just sitting there teasing you until you open it and read it. Oh the temptation! The book just lying there waiting to share its knowledge with you, threatening to swallow you into a world of fantasy where your only worries are who will save the princess and what will happen next? The book with all its printed words smiling back at you makes you itch to read it and to discover the depth of the issue discussed and how well written the story is. 

A book that has not yet been read whispers to you, tickles your ears, makes you feel restless until you have read it and delve into the contents of the book. It sparks your curiosity, desire and creates a unsatisfiable hunger for information. 

The sound of rustling papers as you turn each page in a book is usually accompanied by the absolute feeling of desire to know what happens next as it chokes you, leading you on with each turning page. 

The smell of a brand new book has the smell of the bookshop it was stored it. The smell of an old book has the smell of the house and shelve it has sat on. Either way these smells makes the book more pleasurable to read. Nothing beats the smell of books as it heightens your senses and creates this feeling of pure happiness within you. 

The tingling feeling you get when you touch a book, whether old or new makes the heart soar. The smooth, glossy paper to be stroked softly and the paper quality to be enjoyed while the old yellowing coarse paper to be handled with love, care and much tenderness. The spine of the book to be stroked and not to be decorated with bent lines, the pages to be turned softly and not to be dog-eared. The cover of the book to make you smile as you look at it and to think of the joy and wonders the book holds, just waiting for you to be drawn into the realm created by the author. 

A book is like a person. It smiles with you, weeps with you, laughs with you, go through happy and sad moments and yet it does not judge you nor your actions. A book only holds advises and words of wisdom but not a single shred of criticism. It teaches you to love, to give second chances, and to believe in miracles and in God. It teaches you to be weary, to be cautious, to be firm, to be strict and to be flexible. It teaches the beholder many many things and projects the ideal characteristics of man. The books shows us where greed will leads us, how we must never give in to the dark side and to stay true to our principles in life.  It welcomes you even when no one else does. It never deserts you and always remains by your side. A book is as though when you turn the last page, you feel a little as if you have lost a friend ~ Paul Sweeney

Books hold memories. When you look at a book, a million things rushes through your mind. You remember where you read it last, who you were with, where it went with you, what you were doing, how life was then, the smell of the air around you, the sounds, the feeling of the wind blowing on your face and the list goes on. To think something as insignificant as a stack of papers with printed words bind together can hold so much memories, some of which we have forgotten and some of which we choose to forget. Oh the wonder!

A book keeps your secrets. It tells no one. A book can be read anywhere and be taken everywhere. But every time it journeys with you, it collects a little bit more of you and stores it, just waiting for the moment when you wish to relive them. A book is your most loyal friend and companion. It is always there to listen to you, to guide you and it will never steer you wrong nor will it ever back stab you. As Charles W. Eloit puts it ,' Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.'

A book can teach us so many things. It has great words of wisdom, lessons from other people,   and different perspectives from people from all walks of life. It is a collection of the knowledge of people out there and their desire to spread awareness and share this wonderful discovery they have made about life and its simplicity. 

The intimacy shared with the book, the quiet moments and the calming effect of the book are moments that can hardly be shared with any other being. The book understand you, challenges you, guides you and opens your heart and mind to the possibilities that we have yet seen with our own eyes and experience with our heart. It instills hope and faith to those who need it most. 

The wonders of a book cannot be describe in a few measly words. It is a feeling that stirs within one's soul when he or she connects with a book and finds inspiration and healing. A book plays many roles, subjected to each individual, but for me I find that this quote by Kenko Yoshida says it best, 'To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.'

Thursday, July 9, 2009

In your arms

She dried her tears with her sleeve as she heard the door shut silently behind her. Explanations filled her head as she wondered what she was gonna say to those who caught her crying. She felt dread fill her heart for she did not want to meet anyone, especially not now. She refused to turn around even when she heard the set of shuffling feet settle right behind her. She was stunned with surprised as a finger lifted her tear-stained face bringing her face to face with his baby blue eyes. His eyebrows knitted with concern while his eyes gave her a long searching look before giving her a warm smile and pulling her to her feet. He looked at her intently before firmly planting his lips onto hers and hugging her so tightly that he squeezed all the breath out of her. He stroked her silky and soft dark hazel hair while telling her that everything will be alright. She buried her face into his chest breathing his perfume and his sweaty and spicy aroma. He smells lovely as always. A shiver ran down her spine as his hands descended down to her neck. He bent forward to kiss her neck mumbling wonder how you would taste like but you're sweaty but none-the-less 'bon apetite'. She laughed silently, smiling at that thought. His face lit with happiness as she laughed. He wiped her tear-stained face telling her how beautiful she still looked even after she had cried, her watery eyes, her very red nose and her teary face. He received a sharp smack on his right arm for that remark. He laughed loudly, his eyes full of amusement. She loved hearing his laugh as it was a laughter of pure happiness and love, devotion and carefreeness.

Tugging her along, he walked out of the building towards the beach. He held her hand tight as he strolled in the evening sun towards a rock he had set a surprise dinner date for her. He caught her looking straight at him with a mischievous look upon her face that he grinned back. His hazel brown hair looked golden brown with the evening sun shining down on it. A light breeze ruffled his hair making it look messy and cute both at the same time. She loved him with all her heart and she knew that he did too even before he said, " I love you. You do know that don't you?" he said before kissing her again. He left her breathless as he sprinted ahead. "Catch me if you can," he taunted her poking out his tongue just to annoy her. "You are so dead," she answered laughing as she chased him.

She saw him stop just before a bend and sprinted ahead. He caught her in his open arms, carrying and swinging her around laughing as he did so. She gasped in surprise as he revealed the surprise dinner specially prepared for her. "Oh my, its lovely. Thank you," she said. "You haven't even eaten anything and you said its lovely. What a joke! Wonder whether you get your sense of humour," he teased, planting her down beside him. Looking at his watch he saw it was half past six. He put his ear to her stomach and said aloud, " Is your stomach hungry for we are not eating till the sun has set in the evening sky casting the sky with stunning shades of purple, pink, orange and red,". "So philosophical! Writing poetry?" he heard her taunt from his left. As he turned his head, he shouted in surprise for ice cold water was splashed onto his face. Drying his face, he saw that she was holding his water bottle and he wrestled it from her till it was within his hands. A smug satisfaction had settled on his face that she climbed onto his laps and snatched the water bottle out of his hands before he was well aware of it. Hugging the bottle she looked up towards his face. He poked his tongue out, pouting like a five-year-old. She giggled as he did that. Taking her camera she snapped a picture of his facial expression. She laughed at his expression of shock and horror that she had caught a picture of him sulking like a five-year-old. He wound his arms around her, holding her in his arms. She smiled widely from ear-to-ear for this was what she had missed most, he holding her in his arms. "I love it when you do this, when you hold me in your arms," she whispered. "I'll hold on to you forever," was he soft and silent reply. " I love you," she said looking towards the setting horizon. "I know you do. I love you too," he said kissing her hair before pulling her close to him as they both sat in the evening sun enjoying each others company.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Hmm.. Love?

This is such a random post but then again she challenged me to do it so here it is..
On labour day, 1st May my wonderful and most dedicated school organised a ' Student Excellence Camp' to improve and increase our knowledge about PMR and SPM subjects. Being a student who falls under one of these categorises, I attended this camp and sadly found it to be very boring. However the only thing I learnt that was of use to me is this.

The English instructor whose name i fail to remember said this:-
"To write a good English essay, one must use all your senses. Write about how that person feels, sees, smells, tastes and also hears"

So here it is..
My first attempt to use what he taught us. Someone gave me this title..

"My Lover"

The sight of him in his short khaki surf pants and Hawaiian shirt brought my heart racing. The bright coloured shirt he wore made him look stunningly handsome. He shook his wet hazel-brown hair and ruffled it as he stepped into the room. His baby blue eyes twinkled with happiness as he stared straight at me making my heart melt. "Hey, miss me?" he murmured as he embraced me in a bear-like hug. I failed to answer as his masculine cologne wafted to my nose making it impossible to think of anything else. His slighty sweaty yet spicy aroma made me desire his touch. He smiled mischieviously as I stroked his hair and slowly caress his face. He stared at me for a moment before bending forward to plant his beautifully shaped lips on mine. My mind when blank and all questions were forgotton as his warm skin made contact with me for all I could think about was the absolutely perfect man that was holding me in his arms.

* I hope it's not too much. I kind of wrote it in school but edited it a lil here and there*

Saturday, May 9, 2009


I can't believe it..
I can't accept it..
I refuse to comprehend it..
I will not listen to what people around me are saying..

I will not leave..

Haven't we always been told that we get to make decision in our lives?

Well i want mine. Mine is to not leave. But will they accept my choice? How can u expect me to leave when I've enjoyed myself, suffered, went thorough up and downs and found the very best friend in the world there?

The choices u all have given me is only 2 options. Have u guys ever stop to think that i want neither choices? One to go to Singapore and the other to Bj..? Can I not stay where i am? Why is where i am not not good enough?

The reason no one can fetch you or you've got no transportation back is not enough for me.. I cannot understand and i refuse to take that as your reason. How can u all have the heart to tear me away from my 2nd home? One i've already spent 3 years in.. One i love more than anything right now..

Do u all know how much it hurts for me to know my time is limited with the people i never wanna ever lose? How hard it is to spend time with them everyday thinking this may be the last time we ever do something like this? To talk to seniors who I may not even see anymore after this? To hold high posts that people congratulate me about only to lose it when i leave? How difficult it is for me to spend time with them and get closer to them and to feel so attached to them only to be torn away to be in a whole new alien-ish world?

I wonder deep inside me how you all can have the heart to do so.. "Its for your own good," they say.. How can it be for my own good when it hurts so much and causes me so much pain? My time is so limited yet I never wanna leave..

I pray day and night that you will not take me away...
I hope..

The night is always darker before dawn..
Let's just hope for this time its the same..

Please please please I beg you..
Don't take me away..

* I will not take any questions/comments or anything about this post*

Sunday, April 12, 2009



Time is something we need yet we lack so much. I am starting to really understand the meaning of "I've got no time". When i was younger, I never really understood the significance of this. I always thought this was adults' way of not doing what you wanted or just their excuse of not playing with you or not taking you out. But someone once told me we all have 24 hours a day. If people can do wonders with this time how come you can't?

I want to learn and do so much more than what I am doing now but I can't. "No Time?" I hate to hear myself say this. It makes me so uncare-ish if i say this to friends. It makes me sound like "I've got better stuff to do than to spend time with you". But that aint the case. I really do have a lot of things to do with my extremely jam packed schedule. I don't mean to keep turing you guys down on your offers. I would love to go and join you guys. But I just can't. And so i wonder deep inside how people with those excellent results and sky high kokurikulm marks do it all.. The popular, smart, and active in kokurikulum students..

Haven't u?

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Will God answer the lone prayer?

What do you think?

Would God answer the lone prayer of a person against a whole class?

This is so totally random but then i will know whether God answers my prayer within the next week. This or next. Latest by next week. My prayer that i am sending to God is that i get a good teacher for a certain subject and not THAT teacher. I mean i am happy with the teacher i have now and i wish we do not need to have a change of teachers. Why???? THAT teacher is the last person i ever want to have teaching me. I mean 1 whole year (11 months) of experience was bad and horrible enough. I do not mind who we get as long as its not THAT teacher. I mean the subject is not even that important, right? Sadly my friends would highly disagree. They think that THAT teacher is a good teacher and it will a stress-relieving class during that subject. Thus they want THAT teacher.

So please please please God I beg of you, Please answer my prayer and not give me THAT teacher...

So now i wonder aloud whether God will answer my prayer or the majority??

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The past...

That night the moon was shining brightly, the beams of the moon casting an eerie glow on everything in that small quiet town. The cool breeze blowing, ruffled his long unkempt hair as he made his way briskly down the sidewalk, his footsteps muffled by his rubber soled shoe. He stuffed his cold hands into his pockets for warmth, pulling up his collar as rain started to pelt down. Staring at the dark cloudy sky, he continued on slowing his pace as he rounded a corner.

Upon reaching the corner, he turned his head and stared straight at the large 3 storey building. The mansion looked pearly white in the moonlight. The building was one of the most admired houses in that town. People would stare at it during any time of the day admiring its beauty. The building's reflective windows, the well-kept garden, the neatly trimmed hedges, the pure white fence, the gravel pathway, the lovely colorful flowers bending in the breeze, and the way the house was renovated. Even the position of the house was perfect for this house was backed by mountains and had breath-taking views from each and every window. Regardless of the mansion's monstrous size it gave everyone this comfortable fuzzy feeling of peace, serenity and safety. The warm glow emitting from the house reminded him of the lateness of the hour. The mansion had a cottage look about it and followed the style of most houses one could see in the countryside. He smiled to himself as he passed the mansion, his pride and joy for he had been told many a times that his house looked like a picture that only the most artistic artist can paint.

He continued walking on, not entirely sure nor aware of where he was heading. He continued walking without a direction for quite some time. Stumbling on a stone he then lifted his head and realized that he had walked all the way to the end of the town. A rather remote area but filled with night time activity. A place he had not visited for quite some time. To his left and his right there were nightclubs with music so loud he could feel his heart thumping to the bass beat of the music. So loud that he could fell the vibration of the glass door muffling the music from the outside world. He walked on looking for a more silent place where he could sit and think. Near the end of the road, he saw this pub that he had not visited for a few years. The pouring rain gave him no hesitation as he made his way into the pub.

The clinking of bells reached his ears as pushed the door open. A sense of deja vu overwhelmed him as he entered the door. He glanced around and saw that everything was exactly the same. Nothing had changed nor been moved after all these years. He walked towards the bar taking note of every detail of the pub. The pub was not sparkly clean nor was it filthy. He saw that the white grand piano still sat in the centre of the room. He could never understand why the piano sat in the middle of the room when it would have looked better in a corner. The tables were made of black marble. Black wooden chairs were propped against these tables. The walls were black to match the ceiling. All in the entire pub has this cozy feeling about it despite the black and dull color.

He could feel all his tension and stress leaving him even as he made his way towards the bar. He sat down in a high chair, the same position he used to sit years ago. He loved this pub for this pub always helped him think. He ordered a vodka martini, shaken not stirred. He paid the bartender handsomely giving him a large tip. While he sipped his delicious drink, he observed the pub and the people in it. Before he had even registered any details of his surroundings, this young lady sitting alone in the corner reading a book caught his attention. This young lady was slim, beautiful and had sharp face features. She wore reading glasses and sat straight with her legs folded gracefully that it showed off her beautifully ladylike and slender legs. Her hair was let down and it covered parts of her face. Her familiarity invoked an emotion deep in him that he cast aside with another sip of his drink. She seemed familiar but he could not place where he had seen her. He looked away for he knew it was rude to stare. And without knowing the reason why, he blushed red, feeling foolish.

As he shifted his gaze from the lady, his gaze fell on the piano. He has never understood why this all black pub had a white grand piano. The weird position of the piano which was in the middle of the room intrigued him. A sudden desire urged him forward and he found himself in front of the piano. He seated himself, adjusting the position of the piano chair till he was at a comfortable distance from the piano. He looked at the pure white piano with gold pedals admiring the beauty of the grand piano. He himself had never yet been able to find a piano with such beauty despite all the richness he had offered for it. Memories of his past rushed through his head even as he flexed his finger and got ready to start playing.

All out of the sudden, the dim lights of the pub were shut off. Leaving only the light above the piano on. He could not see anyone now for his surrounding was dark as the night without a moon. He did not feel bothered instead this sense of calmness came upon him. He looked at the piano running through in his mind all the songs he has learnt how to play. The low murmur of the pub had now disappeared and leaving this silence so intense that if someone dropped a pin it would very clearly heard. He finally decided on playing this song that he had once learned and dedicated to his best friend and his true love. He closed his eyes for a moment letting the memories of the past crashed on him. The tune and melody of the song took him from where he was and into the past as he remembered her features and expression when he told her as he played the song that this song was specially written to show his love and devotion for her. He placed his hands on the piano, feeling all the keys with such softness it was as though he was touching something extremely fragile and breakable.

As he hit the first note on the piano, he smiled to himself. Every single note was engraved into his mind. He let his thoughts wander back to the past as he played the song. He thought of all the weeks and sleepless night he had spent writing this song for her. He played so gracefully with expression and pure love. He could hear the people in the pub gasp as he played his song so smoothly for he know that he had surprised them all for no one knew that he could play the piano, no one except his best friend. His finger flowed smoothly across the piano never once making a mistake. As he played his final note, everyone stood up and clapped loudly. Some were even thumping on the tables. They cheered for him and he just smiled back. As the lights were turned on once more, he walked back to the bar and drowned his vodka martini in one large gulp. He then made to leave thanking everyone who told him how awesome and beautiful his song was.

He stepped out of the pub, feeling exhilarated that he had came. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled feeling calm, relaxed and peaceful. He saw that it was now pouring with rain. Squaring his shoulders and stuffing his hands once again in his pocket, he walked back towards his house. The heavy rain pelted down on him drenching him from head-to-toe. Nothing not even this horrible weather could dampen his feelings. His spirit had somehow been lifted and was now soaring high in the skies. He ruffled his wet hair making him look handsome and stunning acknowledging the fact that no one was around to see. He laughed silently to himself remembering how his friends always teased him whenever he ruffled his hair. He continued humming the song he had just played, smiling to himself whenever sweet memories ran through his mind, his troubles and jumbled thoughts long forgotten.

Suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was nearly four in the morning. Wondering who could be calling him at a time like this he looked at his phone. The number shown on the screen was not one he had ever recalled seeing. Despite that fact, he picked up the phone curious to know who was at the other end of the line.

"Hello?" he said in a velvety smooth voice with a strong British accent. "The song you played just now was once dedicated to me. It seemed time has not changed your looks for you look as handsome as ever. And your playing has not changed one bit. The song still sound as beautiful as it did when you played it for me 5 years ago... If it is even possible, it sounded even better, so full of love and devotion, "answered a lady's voice. The lady's voice was rich and pure, sweet and had a barely distinguishable American accent. "Jen??" he asked in disbelieve as his heart filled with hope and he recognize the voice of his best friend and true love.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

' How can a student pass ?????'

Found this online.. Really amusing!!!

It's not the fault of student if
he/she fails because the year ONLY
has 365 days...
typical academic year for a student:

1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.
Days left 313.

2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.
Days left 263.

3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.
Days left 141.

4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days.
Days left 126.

5. 2 hours daily for food & other delicacies (chewing properly & swallowing) - means 30 days.
Days left 96.

6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days.
Days left 81.

7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.
Days left 46.

8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days.
Days left 6.

9. For sickness - at least 3 days.
Days left 3.

10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.
1 day left.

11. That 1 day is your birthday.
How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!

Balance = 0

' How can a student pass ?????'

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

The Long Waited Holidays

Like my titled stated..

"The long waited holidays.."

Ever realized that we, every single one of us wait for the holidays to arrive?? We countdown every single day till the arrival of the holidays.. " 1 more week, 5 more days, 4 more days.." We prepare to shout "School's out" on the last day. Plan out all the long list of activities that we would do the minute school is over. Turn nocturnal..(like me). Play all day, all night long.. No need to study.. Just paaarty...

At least that is what most people would do till...... maybe the end of November??

The funny part is that once the holidays arrive, we long to go back to school. "Bored la" or "Nothing to do la".. These are amongst one of the things people say once the hols are here. People's mind and perspective start to change. They dream of going back to school to see and have fun with their friends/classmates. They long to walk the halls of the school corridor, scurry around doing things for teachers', ponteng class, eat in the school canteen with their friends.. Ahh..those were the times..

Isn't it funny that is how most people think??