The Cloud of Loveliness

Because.

2012-01-31T10:35:00.000+08:00

My all time favourite nail-do!

just because.

Growing Old; Letting Go

2012-01-30T19:11:00.010+08:00

When I think about school now, I get this bittersweet kind of feeling. It's not yet too long a time for me to be feeling nostalgic and missing for the days with my friends-that-are-awesomer-than-yours-teehee but I don't know.

I keep wondering about what's happening in school, how's this junior, how's that teacher, how's this club doing, so forth. It sounds like what most school-leavers would think about but I somehow feel like mine are more...self-centered. I feel like it's just because I want to know, because I used to be able to know about it so fast and it made me feel...secured. Like at least I knew something. I don't really much care for gossip about other people, especially people I don't know, but when it was about my surroundings and especially my school environment with all my involvement in it...it was a nice feeling to know about it.

With no school starting here, in this entirely new environment until a week more, I feel like I'm wasting away, literally not doing much of anything. I don't know what to do with myself. It's like an in-between and I can't go anywhere yet.

I want to be back home, visiting school, helping out, chillin' about...in the staff room....and not in class...shh.

At least it felt like I was doing something productive.

I don't know whether it could be said I'm just longing for my past so-called "Glory Days" back in school, but--

I don't know if I'd be able to accomplish as much as I did back home. Which wasn't much to start with. Especially academically HAHAHHA.

--but I guess, in a way, I do.

This blog has become an emo blog. Yay me!

That aside, random picture of my favourite classy/pro/neutral nails to wear as to date!

More yays!

Thought of the Day #28

2012-01-27T22:27:00.004+08:00

i wish my family wasn't so suspectible to cancer. then maybe i'd be able to worry less when painting nails. or purchasing those beautifully coloured bottles of...colour.

I went onto google and typed in "totoro plushie"...

2012-01-06T12:24:00.001+08:00

WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.

Thought of the Day #27

2012-01-03T11:35:00.002+08:00

listening to stories of my dad's past makes me cry sometimes.

i'm so glad he remembers what it's like being a child and the promises he made to himself when he was young.

"when i grow up, i want to be rich enough to be able to afford a bowl of kolo mee every day."

because he couldn't afford that 20 cents bowl when he was young.

well, my dad has fulfilled that promise, so he's satisfied.

so no, people, my family is not filthy rich or anything of the sort. so stop talking rubbish and nonsense.

2011-12-08T11:21:00.001+08:00

Upon the lit late night blue sky,
Lay a queen cutting into her chocolate pie;
Dining astern in a wrecked ghostly ship,
Humming herself quietly the company she'd keep.

oops

2011-09-24T00:18:00.002+08:00

i've come to realise that i'm always one of the first few people in class to always have my head down on the table during exams. i've started feeling kinda guilty. i bet the teachers outside must always see me sleeping and go, 'tsk. that christine ling. always asleep wan. no wonder she doesn't do well for her exams. never check.'

oopsies.

Thought of the Day #26

2011-08-30T20:57:00.000+08:00

When did we decide that white skin was more beautiful? Or that tanned skin, brown skin, dark skin or pale skin was more beautiful or not? All skins are beautiful.

Thought of the Day #25

2011-08-29T19:54:00.001+08:00

Isn't it funny how some people are so different in real life to what they are on the internet?

Thought of the Day #24

2011-08-20T23:57:00.000+08:00

Death is not a sad thing.

Death is only sad for those who are left behind.

Thought of the Day #23

2011-08-14T13:42:00.000+08:00

i want to run away from spm.

Thought of the Day #22

2011-08-13T10:44:00.002+08:00

I WANT TO WRITE!!! but i don't know what to write about ):

Studio Ghibli movies inspire me :)

I Like It

2011-07-21T10:55:00.003+08:00

I have a new favourite drink! It's Bundaberg's PEACHEE :D Why?

I like it.
I like it.
It tastes nice.
I like it.
The bottle is pretty.
It's fizzy.
IT'S PEACH FLAVOURED.
I like it.
I like it.
IT'S PEEEEEEAAAAACHHHHHHH FLAAVOURED!!!!
...and i like it.

TEEHEE! :D

Dislike Buttons

2011-07-17T14:19:00.005+08:00

I can't see how shallow some people are, demanding for a dislike button on facebook.

Do they not truly realise how many people use facebook? How many of them who are less confident, more insecure and certainly more suicidal than the average human being? And how many more mean people exist on the same social networking website?

Imagine if facebook did have a Dislike button. And most of the people on someone's friends list did not like him/her and disliked nearly everything s/he did on facebook. Even the most confident of people would suffer a major drop in self-esteem.

It's not a nice feeling to know you're disliked.

A lot more people will become suicidal.

It's not a nice feeling to know you've helped someone kill oneself either.

The number of cons greatly outweigh the pros of having a dislike button which can be used on pages such as "WAR".

Don't let Facebook become a cyberbully website so easily.

Stay off the dislike button.

Tree

2011-06-20T00:53:00.005+08:00

sometime last year, near the end of school, Ms Susie walked into class and told us to think of a single word. Any word. After we had done so, she forced us to make it into a poem to be passed up the next day, a friday. I didn't make it xD so I negotiated for a monday. and she told me, "For that, your poem must be excellent. You must make it excellent. Heh heh this should teach you not to negotiate with me. >D"

i ended up writing it at 1am on monday. cough.

hope i met your...expectations xD;

TREE

There used to be a little girl,
Of age no more than nine.
She used to love her little tree,
With its branches and leaves just fine.

She'd climb its branches day by day,
And sing it mindless lullabies.
So when the wind doth blow
and rage and roar, the tree just sways and sighs.

She'd sit in its shade rain or shine,
Laughing at birds flying by;
Wishing she could climb her tree,
And take off to the sky, just as free.

But alas, for came a time,
Where she was too sick to even eat;
And so was taken to the hospital,
Where every second was measured by the clock's tick.

The tree, without her voice,
Started to wither, fade and die.
Till she came back one day, half-bald--
Saw her tree, and started to cry.

Her body as frail as her tree's smallest twig,
Her face as gaunt as her tree's withered branch,
Still she sat under its shade with her voice of magic
Singing, singing, till it filled the air, the ground and all around.

Her voice was like the sound of morn,
The triumphant call of victory.
It was like the first breath after a coma,
And the happy ending of a story.

It filled everything with hope,
And the tree started to grow.
But as the tree strengthened, her body weakened,
And around her settled a heavy sorrow.

And so came the day,
When a white van took her away.
The wind blew and raged and roared,
But the tree could only sigh and sway.

But she had given her voice to the tree,
Her magic voice, so full of hope.
And as she uttered her very last word,
She imagined herself, free as a bird.

Now as the wind doth blow,
And the leaves of the tree rustle and fall,
You might hear the sound of morn;
Or perhaps, the triumph of a victory call.

© Christine Ling, 2010.

reminder: must. stop. procrastinating. ...EVERYTHING.

Thought of the Day #21

2011-06-10T17:43:00.000+08:00

why my chin so sharp!!! D:

Honestly,

2011-06-09T02:14:00.004+08:00

I'm a not a fighter. I'm a coward. I give up a lot and I never try my best. I think the last time (and maybe the only time) I tried my best was when I was writing essays in Brother Albinus' English class. In 2009. Two years ago. Ever since then? hahahah lol.

I don't know why I never push myself. I don't know why when anyone else tries, I just nod but do nothing. Am I stubborn? I've never really thought of myself as stubborn, just more of a "yes, I hear you and I agree whole-heartedly, but I shall do that later teehee" kind of person. Is that being too complacent? I'm very laid-back.. And I procrastinate everything from waking up to going to sleep. But yeah, I'm starting to think yes, I'm stubborn and rebellious. ...in a quiet way.

Because whenever someone pushes me, I resist. ): I don't dare be pushed forward. The harder you push, the harder I dig my heels into the ground. And I do it unconsciously. It's so stupid. I can give great advice, I can see what's clearly wrong with me, I know what I should do...but I can't. And saying, "No, I can! Because nothing is impossible." hasn't changed me yet.

So I'm really scared. I don't think I can make it out there. I don't think it's fully hit me yet that, "Hey, Chris. You're 17. You're actually your seniors' age when you were form 1 and thought they were so grown-up and confident and ready for life and success. You're leaving this town soon. Your friends, your family, your shelter, comfort, childhood, your everything. You're growing up."

No. I look at myself in a mirror and still see a fifteen-year-old, at the very most. I don't know how the form 1s see me, but I'm pretty sure I don't carry that aura my senior form 5s of 2007 had. I cannot, I just can't.

And telling me things like, "No, Chris. I believe in you. I KNOW you can do it. I can just see it." makes me feel even worse. Because I can't see it and I can't even begin to imagine it. How can you see it, when I'm not even working for it? And when I don't understand myself how it...or anything else, really, could happen, I reject it completely.

Also what scares me the most is knowing I have a very high chance of getting cancer and dying because I'm not a fighter. I don't have the strength or will to persevere and force myself out of bed or to overcome such a disease. And me saying this already reduces the chance of surviving even more. I'm not like my dad, who never gives up and fights against cruel fate, who forced himself up every day during chemo when weak and shaking to exercise and sweat the toxins out to get healthy again, who told me, "I won't let myself die until I see you graduate."

I'm now even scared of having a family or getting into anything because if I do die, I'll cause so much trouble, pain, heartache and regrets among them. What more if I leave when my kids are barely toddlers (if I do get kids). I want to be able to fight to live for my kids, but..I don't think I can. Unless I change.

But I don't know how.

YAYYY

2011-06-08T23:16:00.000+08:00

My braddah's coming home this SUNDAYYYY! :D so excited can't wait. my sista was back here a week before band concert but she was only here for 5 days ): my bro will be here for 7! so short so short.

i can't remember the last time we had a full family reunion.. esp for grandma's birthday xD;

growing up sucks.

Thought of the Day #20

2011-05-15T14:57:00.002+08:00

ya i love my braddah :D

LOVE LIKE WOE :D

2011-05-10T15:35:00.003+08:00

i just like that song. HEHEHE.

bye bye exams!

hello sony vegas, my flute, my uke and long long hours on the computer. ehe!

btwwww i'm planning on switching to tumblr xD any new link-name recommendations?

What Science Has Taught Me

2011-05-06T15:39:00.004+08:00

Problem statement:
What are the effects of Christine's need for sleep on her will to finish her exam papers?

Aim:
To investigate the relationship between Christine's need for sleep and her will to finish her exam papers.

Hypothesis:
The greater Christine's need for sleep is, the greater her will to finish her exam papers.

Manipulated variable: Christine's need for sleep
Responding variable: Christine's will to finish her exam paper
Fixed variables: The pen used and the amount of brainpower supplied

Apparatus and Materials:
Christine, an exam paper, a clock, a Pilot 0.4 blue pen and a fan.

Procedure:

The exam begins.
Christine stares at the clock and calculates how much time she has left (to sleep).
She spends about 1-2 minutes per question. Any longer than that she moves on.
After finishing the whole paper, she returns to her unanswered questions. If she cannot figure out the answer even after 10 minutes, she randomly writes whatever she hopes the answer is.
Christine finishes her exam.
She stares at the clock.
She is usually left with 30 minutes to an hour, or more.
She sleeps the rest of the time away.
The exam ends.

Observation:

When Christine's need for sleep is stronger, she'll only spend 5 minutes on unanswered questions.
She writes faster and more desperately when more sleepy.
She is (usually) one of the first few persons with their heads on the table.

Conclusion:
The greater Christine's need for sleep is, the greater her will to finish her exam papers. The hypothesis is accepted.

Diagram:

TRALALALA :)

2011-04-28T14:03:00.001+08:00

I’m not clumsy. It’s just that the floor hates me, tables and chairs attack me, and the wall just gets in the way.

Thought of the Day #19

2011-04-23T19:30:00.002+08:00

NO act of kindness,
no matter how small,
is ever wasted.
:)

~AESOP

Thought of the Day #18

2011-04-21T22:15:00.002+08:00

If you mah friend, you be cared for :D always. ♥

Never Shout Never - Harmony

2011-04-14T14:50:00.000+08:00

:')

The Man He Killed

2011-04-13T21:44:00.003+08:00

"HAD he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.

I shot him dead because--
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough; although

He thought he'd 'list, perhaps,
Off-hand like--just as I--
Was out of work--had sold his traps--
No other reason why.

Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Of help to half a crown."

~Thomas Hardy

why must we fight and have wars? i wish people weren't so selfish. then freedom would come without the need of bloodshed. a happy, perfect eutopia.

...sounds funny. LOL. yehh not gonna happen, i guess.

Thought of the Day #17

2011-04-11T22:00:00.001+08:00

I wish I could be as courageous and kind as Mother Teresa.

Thought of the Day #16

2011-04-07T16:18:00.000+08:00

Never ever regret anything that has made you smile. (:

April 3

2011-04-03T09:08:00.001+08:00

The bluebird carries the sky on his back. ~Henry David Thoreau

Thought of the Day #15

2011-04-02T00:39:00.002+08:00

I think my blog is more like a tumblr now.

.....eheh.

Thought of the Day #14

2011-04-01T22:30:00.005+08:00

Thought of the Day #13

2011-03-29T18:59:00.001+08:00

“Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.”

Thought of the Day #12

2011-03-27T08:40:00.002+08:00

I love Kuching. :D

i realised it on the flight back, when they were playing this advertisement on the tiny screen about sarawak and kuching and they showed the sungai sarawak, those cat statues in town, india street, angmohs staring at these places... and i suddenly felt so proud because i knew these places and i actually wanted to cry.

(that may or may not have been due to the depressing music i was listening to.)

i'll definitely come back to this place one day.

me and my daddy

2011-03-26T22:50:00.000+08:00

I was such a self-sacrificial child.

Today at dinner, as I attacked my dad who was sitting down from the back, I realised his ears were super cold, and I suddenly remembered a memory of when I was a super young kid, when we went to China during Winter.

Dad had put me on his shoulders and I had taken off my gloves to eat those crystallised fruits on a stick and after I finished it and started messing with dad's head, I realised his ears were cold cos he didn't have ear mittens. I immediately covered his ears with my hands so that his ears would be warm cos I was scared if it gets too cold his ears would fall off. D:

So I let my hands freeze to warm my da's ears.

...I could star in some heroic drama. ahahahahah! xD

Lah

2011-03-24T00:40:00.008+08:00

Just Some Doodles on the Wall
© Christine Ling, 2011

“Zoe! Where are you? It’s time for dinner!” I heard my mother calling me. Startled, I dropped my Razzle Dazzle Rose Crayola crayon on the floor and looked around nervously to check that my mother wasn’t anywhere in vicinity. After making sure that yes, she was indeed in the kitchen downstairs, I quickly hopped over my fallen crayon and ran for the bathroom to wash my hands clean.

“I’m coming!” I called back, my voice a few notes higher than usual as I scrambled for the sink.

“I hope you weren’t drawing on the walls again, Zoe...”

I glanced over my shoulder to see some Burnt Orange stickman figures and Cotton Candy trees on my bedroom wall. Freshly bloomed Blizzard Blue flowers dotted the trees. I scrubbed a Fuzzy Wuzzy smudge off my cheek with some soap and toothpaste. “Of course not, mama!”

I could hear my mum sigh and her light footsteps as she ascended our parquet stairs. Oh no! I quickly scrubbed the remaining smudge (bad Fuzzy Wuzzy crayon!) off and ran out to meet her with my best and most innocent smile. I even tiptoed and fluttered my eyelashes at her. “Hi mama!”

“Oh my... Did you eat something sour?” my mother asked me, recoiling slightly from the sight of my bright smile. My smile faltered. I began to frown, thinking back. Did I eat something sour...? What had I been chewing on for the last few minutes? It wasn’t my Magic Mint crayon...was it? No, no, that’s not sour... I was so absorbed in my thinking that I didn’t notice my mother making her way towards my room until she was two steps away from the door.

I screamed in panic. My mother jumped. And then she whirled around. “What’s wrong?!” she asked, her voice filled with anxiety, probably thinking that I had been attacked by a wild bird. Then she looked at me and realised that her daughter was still quite alive and had not been devoured by some wild bird. She frowned at me.

“A wild bird that looked like a turkey just flew in and I screamed to scare it off,” I told her, giving her my best wide-eyed expression. “I think I should have gotten an award for that.”

My mother shook her head and sighed, as if wild birds that looked like turkeys and could fly didn’t exist.

“I can already see it in the newspaper! ‘Zoe Lin, aged 7, professional wild bird fighter’!” I yelled excitedly. My mother gazed at me sadly, her expression resigned. She sighed and made her way back down. “Come and eat, dear.”

“Okay!” I chirped, happy that my mother had forgotten about my room. I thundered down the stairs, past all my scribbles and interconnecting lines that ran down the wall of the stairs with me and barrelled into my sister, who was already in the kitchen. I grinned sheepishly at her and took my place, just like any other good 7-year-old girl would.

---

I stood with arms akimbo as I regarded my bedroom walls proudly. My drawings stretched from the corners at the bottom of the walls until the highest height my arm could reach (which was about the height of my bed!). I twiddled my Mountain Meadow crayon in my fingers happily and promptly snuggled into a giant floor pillow, surrounded by my Crayola crayons and some doodles on the walls.

---

When I woke up, the sky was purple. It had about 4 different shades of purple. Fuschia dominated most of it while it faded off into my Razzle Dazzle Rose crayon colour. I was confused. Usually skies were Sky Blue in colour. I stood up, and found myself on a long road which dipped down low and rose up high with multiple swirls and curves in it. The sides were a Screamin’ Green. Little Cotton Candy trees lined the right side, while Sunglow flowers were sprinkled in the Sunset Orange grass. Birds that looked like turkeys flew overhead, their feathers a Robin’s Egg Blue. A lone feather fluttered down and I swiped at it excitedly. As my fist closed around the feather, it suddenly lengthened and I found myself holding a Robin’s Egg Blue feather the size of a sword!

“I’M A NINJA!” I yelled and brandished my feather. I heard a soft cough. Turning to glare at the offending sound, I saw a Denim-coloured worm, looking at me strangely. It coughed again.

“You’re blue. Why aren’t you a caterpillar?” I asked the worm bluntly.

“The same reason why you’re not a ninja,” the worm replied, its voice sounding very weak yet cynical. I frowned.

“I am a ninja.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am you oversized blue not-caterpillar-worm!”

The worm sighed. “As you wish. But do beware of the flaming flamingos up ahead. It’s been a hot day; look at the sky.”

I looked. To my surprise, it was no longer purple. Instead, it was a light shade of green, almost like my Granny Smith Apple crayon. I turned to the worm, wanting to point out my amazing discovery of the changing skies, but the worm was gone. I scowled. “Bet I can beat his disappearing speed, ‘cos I’m a ninja,” I muttered. “Hmph.” I turned my nose up, and continued on my way.

I had just passed some Burnt Orange stick figures dancing around a Razzmatazz fire when I saw the flaming flamingos. They wore crowns of Blush dandelions on their heads, the dandelions seeds spiralling up into the air, only to catch on fire, fade into dust and ashes, and reform on the crown. It was a continuous, instant cycle. They had long flaming wings with swirling, delicate looking feathers the colour of Cerise, while the feathers on their bodies were a startling, burning White. The air shimmered before them as they took light, small steps with their long Tickle Me Pink legs.

I stood, transfixed, watching them leave trails of flames in their wake that flickered between orange and black. Suddenly feeling light-headed, I realised I had stopped breathing for the past few seconds and immediately drew in a deep breath. Instantly, all the heads of the flaming flamingos twisted towards me, their intelligent black eyes piercing my skull. I could see the reflection of their flames gleaming in their eyes. The heat emitting from them was beginning to sear my blue sword feather and I felt very, very scared.

Just as the flamingo right in front of the flock took a step towards me, I suddenly felt cool air blow around me and I smelled a familiar scent of fresh dew on grass in a green, green meadow. It was a scent I remembered since I was three. The flaming flamingos recoiled as a figure formed in front of me. They screeched and stretched out their wings abruptly, and I felt gushes of hot wind rush past me, scorching some of the Cotton Candy trees behind.

“Leave her,” said the voice in front of me. The flamingos reared their heads and I felt a consciousness tug at my mind. “Why?” it asked, “Why ssshould we?”

A chill ran down my spine as I realised this was how the flamingos communicated.

“She has done no harm and she will do no harm.” The man in front of me said. I titled my head sideways, certain that I had seen his figure somewhere before. I felt reassured, here behind him with the scent of the meadow drifting around and masking the smell of burning flames. He wore some kind of scarf, where the ends were constantly shifting and waving to an invisible breeze. Branches, flowers, birds, leaves… It looked magical.

“Howw can you be ssso sssure?” the voice inside my head hissed, and I felt a sharp pain through my head. I gave a cry and flinched.

“I said to leave her!” he yelled, and a gush of cold, icy wind blew past and into the flamingos, causing them to stumble back. They hissed and fumed, their feathers bristling and their fires disappearing as steam, but they retreated.

“We’ll remember thisss, Zachary… We do not forrget.”

He laughed heartily as he waved them goodbye, suddenly jovial. “Well, yeah, see you on my birthday!” The flamingos hissed one more time and they were gone. Zachary gave a single nod and turned around to face me. His brown eyes looked familiar, as did his shock of black hair. He kneeled down to my height and placed his hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay, Zoe?”

I nodded my head. “How do you know my name?”

He laughed. “Trade secret. I’ll tell you when you’re my age!”

“How old are you?” I asked him suspiciously.

“I’m seventeen,” he grinned, and ruffled my hair. A sense of nostalgia washed over me and I frowned at him.

“That’s my sister’s age!”

His smile stretched. “Oh, really now? That’s cool.”

He seemed really suspicious now. I rubbed my chin and told him so. He laughed and laughed, his scarf shifting into ribbons and feathers and roses. “Why do you have such a…a…a…weird scarf?” I asked him. “It’s so…”

“Flamboyant?” he asked, shrugging good-naturedly.

“Whassat word mean.”

“Um, loud, colourful, flashy, oh-look-at-me-I-want-attention, showy?”

“Yes! That’s the word,” I said haughtily. “I knew that. Yep.”

“Heh,” he snorted. “Of course you did.”

I sulked. It’s not fun being seven when no one took you seriously. I kicked his foot. “I did!” I grumbled.

“Okay, okay!” he laughed, holding his palms up. “I surrender! I wave my white flag.”

“Hmph,” I said, turning the other way and crossing my arms. But secretly I was very pleased. After a short while, I turned back to him. “You can be my big brother.”

He looked stunned. “What?”

“You can be my big brother,” I repeated. He stared at me.

“Why?”

I gave him my best you-are-an-idiot stare. “Because I say so. So now you must be my big brother!”

He smiled slowly. “I would like that, Zoe.”

I beamed at him, satisfied. He was already doing a great big brother job! “Okay, now you must bring me around and show me pretty things.”

“Okay, little one! Up you go!” He picked me up and placed me on his shoulders and jumped off the road. I screamed and swung my arms around his whole head while he laughed. We landed on something soft, and when I dared open my eyes, I saw that we were in the sky. Staring in wonder at the soft fluffy clouds we stood on, I reached out my hand to grasp a piece of cloud. It broke off easily, pulsing gently in my hand. He then coolly walked on, tendrils of cloud swirling lazily before him to form a new pathway and he led me to a crescent moon, where a little boy sat on its edge, holding a fishing rod. He wore boots like Puss in Boots and he was forever blurred. I couldn’t see how he really looked like—he and his surroundings were constantly shimmering, and I could only really see him from the corners of my eyes.

“Howdy, Zach,” the boy greeted my friend.

“Hallo, Dreamworks. Caught any new ideas?”

“Not yet, but I’m almost there. It’s been swimming around my bait for a while now. Something to do with a green ogre and a donkey…”

“Sounds crazy, but good luck! This is my little sister, by the way.”

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“She’s usually noisier than that,” Zachary said. “But we best be on our way! See you.”

And Zachary was on the move again. He took me to see the sun, where bubbles full of sunbeams floated around. He took me to see the stars, where I met more of his friends that glittered and sparkled whose hairs were dark green and blue and purple at the same time. He took me to see the machinery and clocks, where he told me all about the mechanism of time and I was filled with the lovely sound of the clinks and ticks and kerchunks as memories were recorded. He was showing me the forest full of rainbow trees, some green and yellow and blue while others were red and orange and purple when a bird screeched and he suddenly stopped.

He put me down on the ground and looked at me solemnly. “It’s time for you to go back home.”

I stared at him, aghast. “But why must I!”

He looked at me sadly. “Because you don’t belong here, Zoe. You won’t belong here for a very, very long time.”

I felt hurt. I started to cry.

“Ah, don’t cry. It’s good, not to belong here,” Zachary said, giving me a big brotherly hug. “When you go back, could you do me a favour please?”

Sobbing, I nodded my head, because mama always taught me that no matter what, we should always help others. He smiled and pressed something into my hand. It felt cold against my skin. “Please, when you get back, please pass it to your mum. And tell her it wasn’t her fault. Could you do that for me, Zoe?” I nodded, and rubbed my running nose against my sleeve. He ruffled my hair affectionately and took my hand as he walked me towards a river I hadn’t notice before. He placed me in a small boat, with ribbons on the front, and pushed the boat out.

“Zoe, I’ll always be here, watching over you, okay? So don’t cry anymore,” he said. “And remember, I will always—“

I strained to hear his last words, but it was no use. He was already disappearing from my sight. I started to cry again and I curled up into a ball in the boat, and I fell asleep.

---

“Zoe! Zoe, wake up!”

I opened my eyes groggily to see my mother staring at me crossly, her hands on her hips. “Zoe, what did I say about drawing on the walls?”

I looked at my walls and was surprised. I didn’t remember drawing that much. A Cerise flamingo flapping its wings was on a wavy, Electric Lime rollercoaster and a Denim worm reading a book was under the road. Gentle Periwinkle clouds dotted my walls, and the blue-green-yellow trees grew everywhere in a corner. But the one that stood out the most to me was a black scarf, its ends spiralling into branches and leaves of different colours. I smiled happily and turned back to my mother.

“Ma, I have a brother,” I told her dreamily. “I saw him.”

“What?” She looked stunned, and I was reminded of his first reaction.

“He looks just like you,” I said. My mother stared at me. Something cold was still in my hand, so I took my mother’s hand and placed it inside it. “He says that it’s not your fault. I love you, mummy.” I still felt so sleepy.

“I wish I had a big brother…” I whispered, my consciousness already fading as I snuggled back into my floor pillow. “His name would be Zachary.” I heard my mother gasp, and I fell asleep.

My mother stared at me snoring gently and slowly looked at her hand. In it was a locket, the locket, and engraved on it was three words. “Your son, always.”

She crumpled to the floor, and cried, as the scent of fresh dew on grass in a green, green meadow filled the room.

(2,588 words)

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Thought of the Day #11

2011-03-15T23:01:00.006+08:00

I'd be able to help everyone then. (:

My teacher called it entertainment

2011-03-13T18:40:00.001+08:00

She said my voice is like Minnie Mouse's and it amuses her when I speak. D:

*corner*

IT'S A MYSTERY

2011-03-12T22:38:00.001+08:00

I have this bruise on my right wrist and I don't know where it came from. No one grabbed me during prefects' camp, right...? O:

To You,

2011-03-09T23:14:00.004+08:00

Please don't ever be ashamed to be who you really are!

Thought of the Day #10

2011-03-07T13:28:00.000+08:00

When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"

- Sydney J. Harris

yes i'm still sick D:

2011-03-06T22:38:00.002+08:00

Thought of the Day #9

2011-03-05T17:15:00.001+08:00

I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDD

Thought of the Day #8

2011-03-05T05:57:00.001+08:00

Headaches really make your head ache. D:

FB LIKE

2011-03-04T20:30:00.001+08:00

I HAVE FB LIKES ON MY POSTS NOW! eheheeehehehehehheheheehee!! xD

Thought of the Day #7

2011-03-02T18:02:00.001+08:00

EYEBAGS!!!!! OOOO: wahahahahahhahaahahah! xD

A Young Me

2011-03-01T00:00:00.004+08:00

When I was a small girl, around maybe 6 years of age, I was addicted to Shandy.

I kid you not. At first my parents thought it was cute to see me sipping on a whole tin of Shandy by myself and hiccuping happily here and there, but as the weeks went by my parents began to worry, seeing me chugging down the whole can with a swagger like a pro. "Oh no," they thought. "Our little girl is going to grow up to be an alcoholic!!"

So they tried hiding it. They placed all the tins of Shandy on the very top compartment of the fridge, where I could see it if I tiptoed but could not reach it, even when I stood on a high chair and flailed my tiny arms at the tins. They never did budge.

I was completely devastated. I cried, I screamed, I kicked, I bit, I did everything to cause pain to my parents and their tormented souls. How could they do this to me! Finally, my parents decided to give me just one tin, just one, to pacify me.

I then proceeded to a small, dark corner where I huddled in, facing inwards, sipping on my Shandy like a very shady little 6-year-old. It was a happy day.

Look at me now though, the only alcohol I take is the red wine found in dishes like my Foochow mee sua!! Ah heaven♥ I can't even drink Shandy anymore. Hahaha!

Happy Birthday my cousin, Alex, who only started drinking Shandy what--4 years ago?? Hahaha u can finally buy ur own beer (: happy evenmorelegal day!

Thought of the Day #6

2011-02-27T09:46:00.001+08:00

I quote Father Jepi, "It is good to be good." c:

Thought of the Day #5

2011-02-26T01:31:00.000+08:00

I love smiling. But what I love even more is to see everyone else smiling back. C:

Thought of the Day #4

2011-02-25T00:07:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, I think about how cruel and somewhat twisted the world is with all these crimes and lies and pain going on and I get very sad. But then I think of all the goodness and love that exists in people's hearts and I get all warm and fuzzy again. (:

Say what you want and I call me a stupid optimist, but I choose to believe in the world. Everything will be alright in the end. Just you wait and see. ♥

Thought of the Day #3

2011-02-24T14:19:00.001+08:00

When one starts feeling super ugly, it probably means exams are next week.

Thought of the Day #2

2011-02-19T14:15:00.001+08:00

my friends are kinda more awesome than yours. ♥

Thought of the Day #1

2011-02-18T21:43:00.000+08:00

Isn't it funny how our parents can't imagine us old and we can't imagine them YOUNG? :D

The Reason Why

2011-02-15T13:21:00.007+08:00

Okay. So you ask, "Why can't I dye my hair to school? Why can't I paint my nails? Why can't I wear bracelets, big earrings, rings and super gorgeous necklaces? What does any of these have to do with me getting good marks in school?!"

Obviously, it has nothing to do with you or how much it affects your results.

The reason why we wear uniforms is because Malaysia has a code of uniformity. This code of uniformity is because we do have poor students, who cannot afford to spend money needed to LIVE on such super gorgeous necklaces.

How much is it to dye your hair? How much is it for all that nail polish or manicures? How much are those bling bracelets, bangles, leather straps adorning your wrists? How much are those big, shiny, beautiful earrings? How much did your eyeliner, blush, powder cost? How much are all of those things?

Other students who see you will be jealous. They will want some of what you have. Then what if their parents don't/can't let them buy these things?

Anger, disappointment, jealousy, sadness, inferiority complexes, dissatisfaction.

Do you think these are nice feelings to have? No.

So stop your stupid crap on "OMG stupid prefects ruining my LIFE cos I can't wear my oh-so-pretty-anklet!!!!!!"

How shallow can you get? The world doesn't revolve around you. Shut up and start thinking about how others feel.

Footprints in the Sand

2011-02-13T08:23:00.003+08:00

Write an original story ending with one of the following:
a) “…and all that remained were footprints in the sand.”

Footprints in the Sand

Ever since Maya was young, she had a friend who lived in the sea. Maya lived in a big house by the sea, where the seagulls cried every day and the sound of the waves were her lullaby every night. She was about seven years of age when Maya first snuck out to the beach late at night.

Once again, Maya had found difficulty in sleeping. It was nearing midnight when she was sure her parents were asleep, and so opening her bedroom door quietly, she tiptoed downstairs and out of her house with only the light of the moon to guide her.

Maya loved this beach. It was a serene, quiet place with golden brown sand when the sun was up and silver white foams that sparkled at night. Maya let the wind play with her long hair as she walked barefooted to her favourite spot on the beach. But when Maya reached it, she found that she was not alone.

A girl sat in Maya’s favourite spot, next to a big rock where the waves would lap right up to her waist during the high tides. She had long wavy hair that was tinted silver by the moonlight and her skin seemed to radiate a soft white glow. Maya stood entranced. Maya would have stayed that way for a long time had not the wind changed directions. Suddenly the girl turned and saw Maya. She gave a loud gasp and immediately dived into the waters, where she was instantly lost in the waves. Maya ran towards the waters, but the girl was gone. Maya climbed onto the rock and sat there until the first rays of the morning peaked through the clouds and a kind fisherman took her home.

Maya could not stop thinking about the girl with silver hair. Who was she, and what had she been doing there? Maya frequented the beach more often, especially at night, but she never saw her and Maya would spend countless nights just sitting upon that rock and gazing out across the sea, watching the waves.

About a month later, Maya snuck out again and as she made her way to the rock, she saw her. The girl whose hair resembled the waves and glinted silver in the moonlight. Maya’s breath stuck in her throat but she forced herself quietly onwards, towards the girl. Once again, the wind suddenly changed its direction but as the girl turned her head towards Maya, she didn’t run. She just stared calmly as Maya made her way across to the rock. Maya saw that her eyes were green in colour.

“Hi,” Maya said.

The girl tilted her head sideways, and replied with a soft, “Hi.” Her voice could be barely heard over the waves and she had an accent, but Maya couldn’t place it. It was almost like a mix between all the accents in the world.

Maya didn’t know what to do after that, so she sat down beside the girl. “My name is Maya.”

“Names are a powerful thing,” the girl said, and nothing else. After a while, Maya finally said, “You have seaweed in your hair.” The girl reached up and touched the seaweed that seemed to crown her head. Her hands closed on it tightly and after a slight pause, she threw it into the sea.

The girl turned slowly and regarded her with big, wise eyes. “Your name means illusion, does it not?” the girl asked softly.

Maya nodded her head.

“Why do you wander the seashore so late at night, young one?” the girl asked softly.

Maya shrugged. “I have trouble sleeping.”

“I see you, many nights, upon this rock. Do you ever sleep?”

“Only sometimes.”

“I do not sleep either. I am a nereid, a water spirit. I do not sleep.”

The way she said it sent a shiver up Maya’s spine. “A water spirit?” Maya asked. “Why are you here?” Maya never once doubted her. It was the only possible thing this girl could be. She was definitely not human.

The nereid turned her eyes sadly towards Maya. “My waters are being polluted. Can’t you sense it, young one? My sea is dying.”

Maya faced the sea, watching the waves lap across the sand, rising and falling. Sure, the sea didn’t look as blue as it used to, but dying? Maya couldn’t understand. “It’s still alive.”

“My sea is dying,” she repeated, hugging her knees to her chest. “It is dying.” And with that, she dived once more into the sea and disappeared among the waves, her words still ringing in Maya’s ears.

Over the next few weeks, whenever Maya couldn’t sleep, the nereid would quietly join her next to the rock. One minute it would be just Maya with the waves splashing against her rock, and the next the nereid would suddenly be there when the waves subsided. Most nights they didn’t talk, but Maya somehow felt the nereid knew her better than anyone else. Maya has never been close to her parents. She was an only child, and her parents worked late often. She went to an all-girls private school where only the rich frolicked and they all looked down upon Maya just because she wasn’t as interested in make-up and boys as they were. A lot of people ignored her. It was as if they never saw her. The nereid was the first and only friend Maya had. The only person, or thing, that truly saw her.

“Do your parents not worry about you?” the nereid asked one night.

Maya shrugged. “They never notice when I am gone.”

The nereid looked at her in a way that made Maya think she could read her mind. “Names are a powerful thing,” she said solemnly. Maya nodded. Though she did not understand, the nereid said this often. “What is your name, then?” Maya asked.

The nereid was silent. Maya realised she wouldn’t answer and rested her hand in the crook of her arm around her knees.

“My name is Galene of the Calm Seas.”

And the nereid was gone.

Five years passed, and nothing much changed between Maya and Galene of the Calm Seas. One day however, Maya found out she was to move countries. Her father had gotten a job overseas, and they were leaving in the next few days. She waited till night fell, and ran out to the sea. There was no one there. Maya sat upon her rock and called out to Galene. In a few minutes, the nereid was there.

“I’m moving.”

The nereid looked at her.

“Overseas.”

The nereid said nothing.

“It’s very far from here.”

The nereid ran five fingers through her long wavy hair.

Maya covered her face in her hands and cried.

“You do not have to follow them,” the nereid said softly.

“W-what do you mean?” Maya choked.

“Names are a powerful thing.”

“I know that.”

“But you do not understand it.”

Maya kept quiet.

“Names are powerful. They define a person. Do you not remember what yours mean, young one?”

“I’m confused.”

“You lived your life according to your name. You can choose to leave them. You are getting of age, young one. Think of your name. What does it mean?”

Something clicked in Maya’s mind. She thought of her life, where she hardly spoke to her parents. She thought of her school, where she didn’t speak at all. She thought of everyone, and how they always seemed to barely look at her. As if she wasn’t there. As if she was just an illusion.

She had never enjoyed her life here, in this world. She reckoned there wouldn’t be much of a difference if she were to leave.

“Come with me, Maya,” the nereid whispered, slowly disappearing into the waves. “Come with me, young illusion.” Her hand was reached out to Maya. It was the first time the nereid had ever said her name. Maya made her choice. She took the hand and without looking back, she walked into the waves.

Not far away, in a big house by the sea, a couple had a dream about a little girl, their daughter. She had the brightest smile anyone could ever have and the biggest, liveliest eyes in the world. Her laughter filled their dreams, but when they awoke, they found their house empty, just as it had been for the last twelve years.

Out on the beach, the sea was quiet, and as the waves retreated silently, all that remained were footprints in the sand.

2011-02-03T19:39:00.000+08:00

i don't remember how to write anymore.

Amateur Rhyming.

2010-07-28T21:38:00.005+08:00

Suddenly lost, and looking forlorn,

They ask time, "Where have you gone?

My first grandchild has just been born,

and I have a duty to make him belong.

Can't you see, it's not time yet to mourn?

"Could you not have waited a few more years?

A few more laughs, a few more tears?

How am I to live with this growing fear,

that my grandchild, a child so dear,

will never have, his grandpa near?"

Time replied, a little cool,

"You greedy man, you useless fool!

Do you take me for just a tool?

Don't be such a silly, stubborn mule.

It's your fault, just plain old you.

"I've given you time to laugh.

I've given you time to cry.

I've given you time to live.

Now it's time for you to die.

"You shouldn't have listened to Mr. Hare;

his head is big, but inside it's bare.

Have you not heard of that one such case,

where slow and steady won the race?

"It's much too late to fuss and pout.

Time doesn't wait, there is no doubt.

But if you would just think and stop,

and remember what Red has taught,

you'd walk with me to the finish line,

hand-in-hand, enjoying time."

I call it Nothing. Literally.

2010-06-28T16:52:00.008+08:00

I had to do corrections. Yep, I'm only doing it now. I'm sorry. And I know, it sucks. But too bad. Posting up for future memories when I can read back all my past writings and laugh at how lousy I was.

(First Term Examination March 2010, English | Section E: Question D, Write a story beginning with: "It was pitch dark. I saw a figure darting across the compound of the house..")

N O T H I N G .

It was pitch dark. I saw a figure darting across the compound of the house, barely making a sound. The little moonlight there was illuminated the soft grass that was flattened by the figure’s swift feet, making it easy to follow its movements. The figure pressed himself (or herself? I couldn’t tell) against the wall of that blue, silent house, looking furtively around. As I crept closer to get a better view, I saw that the figure was a girl.

I paused. I knew her, I thought to myself. She looked different with her hair cropped and cut short. She was also swathed in clothes as dark as the night. My head felt fuzzy as something nagged at me, telling me that she was not usually like that.

The last lighted window in the house flickered off, and at once she was on the move, taking a hairpin from her hair expertly and positioning herself by the door. Her hair fell to one side, obscuring her face from my view, but I could still hear her muttering to herself repeatedly the same words while she tried picking the lock. “Please, please, please…” she murmured, as soft as the breeze.

I heard the satisfying ‘click’ and the door swung open smoothly. She tensed. After a few hesitant moments, she peered into the darkness of the house. Nothing stirred; nothing moved; nothing was out of place. Her form visibly relaxed and she slowly stepped into the silent house. I stole in after her as the door swung shut due to the weight fastened to the top of the door. There was another soft ‘click’ as the door auto-locked itself. The only source of light now came from the windows, a weak silver glow that barely reached more than three feet. I felt safe; she couldn’t possibly see me.

She treaded delicately across the smooth floorboards, seeming to know her way around even in the darkness of the house. A sudden stumble made me conscious that she was fidgeting, and her hands were trembling. I wanted to stop her and ask, “What are you doing here?” but when I opened my mouth, not a sound came out. I could only follow her quietly, like a ghost.

The stairs creaked faintly even though her footsteps were light. I walked up by stepping on the very sides of the stairs and they didn’t make a sound as I ascended them after her. When I reached the corridor, I saw her standing in front of an open door, staring into a room with a forlorn expression on her face. I waited until she had turned from the room and hid her face in her hands before I left the safety of the empty stairs.

I snuck up behind her and peeped into the room. I saw two figures sleeping, with dark circles under their eyes. They were Dad and Mum, I realised. Why did they look so tired, so sad? I started making my way in but she abruptly walked off, down the corridor. I felt torn in between. I glanced at my parents, and the girl. Who was I to choose? I decided to follow the girl. After all, she was the intruder here, in my house. I’ll check on my parents, later.

She stopped in front of another door. Twisting the doorknob gently, she eased the door open. I saw a tiny silhouette, tangled up in the bed sheets. My little brother, Tommy. He was thrashing wildly, his breathing heavy and his face contorted in anguish. “Sis, sis!” he called out desperately.

My heart broke. I discarded the wisdom of hiding from the girl and rushed to my brother’s side. “I’m here, Tommy. Big sis is here. Calm down now, calm down…” I stroked his brow soothingly.

It made no difference; his arms still flailed about, almost striking me across the face. Suddenly he bolted upright with a gasp, wide awake. He was panting. He looked straight at me before covering his face with his hands. He started to sob, “Sis…”

“There, there. What is it, Tommy?”

“I miss you…”

“Aww, it’s okay, Tommy. It’s okay.”

“I wish you were here.”

“I’m here now, Tommy. I’m here now,” I smiled and leant in to give my eight-year-old brother a hug, but suddenly he ducked back under his blankets as his sobs filled the room. I felt helpless, powerless, weak, and suddenly very, very vulnerable. It was taking me all my strength to not just break down and cry with him. A muffled sniff escaped my lips as I tried to hold it in, my hands flying to my mouth in hopes of stifling it. I whirled away from my brother, and saw the empty doorway; the girl had vanished.

I cast one long last look at my brother, and choking back a sob, I hastily made my way out and headed down the corridor once more.

A door stood ajar at the end of the corridor. Light seeped out through the small gap. I slipped in and saw the back of the girl who was rummaging around the drawers. My drawers. This was my room.

“Hey!” I called out. “What are you doing here?” Finally the words were out. She made no motion that she had heard me. I stormed my way across my room and was about to wrench her around to face me when I saw her looking at a photograph in her hands. It was of me…and her. Back when she had long hair and colourful clothes. Back when we both wore bright smiles on our faces. An unexpected pang of nostalgia hit me, and I reached out to touch her now short hair. She hardly flinched. “Christine…” she whispered softly. A tear landed on the photograph.

“Lily…” I whispered, suddenly remembering her name. “What’s wrong? Why are you here?”

A short silence.

“Why did you have to leave?” she demanded harshly.

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst. “What…what do you mean?”

She groaned in frustration and stuffed the photograph into her back pocket, resuming her frenzied search.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, feeling very confused.

She made no reply. She searched through the boxes, the cupboards and even the bookshelves, replacing them neatly in their original places once she was done. Out of the blue, she gasped. She had found it finally. She held it up, letting it catch the light and send glittering patterns dancing across the room. It was a small bracelet, with a clover-shaped crystal charm. Something in my memory clicked, and I recognised that bracelet with a jolt. My hand flew to my wrist.

“Why did you take it off? Why…?” she asked quietly.

My hand felt nothing on my wrist; it was bare. I was flabbergasted. Why had I taken my lucky charm off? “I-I don’t know…” I started to reply, but she cut me off mid-way.

“And now you’re gone!” she hissed sharply. Her words crashed onto me like a tsunami.

“I-I’m not gone! I’m still here, Lily! Hey!” I yelled, trying to drown out her accusing voice, but it was too late. She was gone from the room, the room which was pitch black once more.

I yanked the door open and flew out of the house after her, calling her name desperately. Only the soft rustling of the trees answered me. Feeling at a loss, I turned back to the house…only to face a closed door. It came as a bad shock when I realised that I had just passed through that locked door. A sick feeling rose up in my throat. My heart was pounding.

“No…” I whispered, horrified. “No…!”

I placed a shaky hand against a tree. It stayed for a moment, then it sunk into the tree. A cold terror seized me and a sharp scream burst from my lips, piercing the dark and silent night. I wrenched my hand free from the tree and crumpled onto the silvery grass, screaming and weeping.

But no one heard a thing.

Nothing stirred; nothing moved; and nothing was out of place. Except for a photograph, a charm bracelet, and the girl who once used to live in that blue, silent house.

END.

(1,374 words)

Christine Ling

4 Science 1

But besides that, Karen Michelle Wong Leh Song (did i get it right?) is 15 years old today, Rebecca Gemma Su Xin-Fong is 16 years old today, Pamela Tan idunnowhat is 17 years old today, and Olivia iforgotwhat Lee ialsoFORGOTwhatbutithinkit'sHUIPINGbutinotsure is 18 years old today; that old woman :D hehe. I ♥ you guys. Happy birthday.

walau-eh

2010-06-27T19:52:00.004+08:00

to my DEAREST MUMMYKINS THE CUTEST MUMMYKINS IN THE WORLD.

happy birthday! :D she be too cute.

and also my dear cute classmate, annie ng! happy birthday! she's so cute xD

and also, there was one more.........

i think it started with an a, too. A......a...................

oh, i give up! He's known as GUMIS anyway ;DDDD whoopsie da! TEEHEHEE!

happy birthday to u too buddy! but he's not as cute as mummykins or annie x)

heheheheheheheheh.

there u go u bimbo. yay for birthday posts!

Sore Feet

2010-06-27T12:15:00.007+08:00

just for the hell of it and for the sake of an update.

TOPICS from Ms Susie:

Books
Storm
Songs
Fruits
Shoes

FRUITS.

I think I was a fruit in my past life.

I am a strict non-fruitatarian. It’s something like a vegetarian, except it’s fruits and I eat everything but fruits. I’m not too sure about a humanitarian and what they eat, though.

But moving on, I really think I was a fruit in my past life. I have random urges to hunch over like a banana and just crouch in a lovely, beautiful fruit bowl, looking all yellow and pale.

I try especially hard to look pale. I’d squeeze my eyes shut, hold my breath and not move. On more than one occasion I have opened my eyes to catch my mother looking at me strangely. Upon being asked whether I look pale and yellow, she’d tell me that I look blue and crazy.

I never show my disappointment though. I’d just go up to my room, take a book down from my shelf, jump onto my bed and bawl my eyes out. I tell people that I’m reading a sad, sad story.

But anyway, I’m considering asking that Edward Cullen guy to teach me his pale and glittery trick. I hear he’s so good at it, he does it unconsciously! That’s so cool. It’s almost like he’s a shiny fruit by nature.

Moving on! On certain days, I’d go out to the garden and sing songs to our fruit trees. According to the grapevine, it makes them grow faster. But I just like making them feel the love.

“Hush-a-bye fruitzy, on the tree branch,” I’d sing, and then when I reached “and down will go fruitzy, stalk, leaves and all!” a fruit normally drops down immediately! Although by then you’d hear a voice from somewhere inside the house (or a nearby neighbour) screaming, “Whoever you are, stop singing! The clothes are out drying! Dude, PLEASE.” And then, as if on cue, thunder will suddenly resound across the neighbourhood and rain will come pouring down.

“It’s a storm!” I’d cry out dramatically and picking up the fallen fruit, I’d huddle over it protectively and run back into the house.

But that’s that. Let’s move on, shall we?

I simply cannot stand the sight of someone eating a fruit. Especially apples. When those teeth sink into a particularly juicy apple and I hear the loud crunch that echoes in my ears and head… I can just feel my heart twisting in turmoil. There goes my beloved red friend! Gone forever, on a journey down through someone’s gullet. Goodbye, goodbye. I hope he finds his soul mate down there.

Speaking of soles… I think I can hear my shoe squelching with each step I take. It must have been all those storms! Oh, fiddlesticks. There goes my school shoes. I can hear its cry of anguish and its pleas to be released from this misery! Oh how my heart writhes in agony! I wish I could help you, my friend. I really do.

But it’s okay. I shall move on. I heard it’s good for keeping people sane. Haven’t you?

Oh, hey! Hey there. You know what?

I think I was a shoe in my past life.

END.

i don't think i know how to write anymore. and did you notice anything about the topics in what i wrote?

Being moral-ized. or moralistic?

2010-05-10T14:08:00.007+08:00

seriously. pendidikan moral. i bet u if u've gone through it in secondary school u'd ask, "What kind of stupid subject is this?"

do they seriously think that by memorising the definitions of moral values we'd all become Good and Loyal and Hardworking and Believing-in-God citizens? seriously? do they think we'd apply it in our daily lives?

hell to the no.

i mean, will it be like--

RANDOM DOOD: *commits gejala sosial*
PM STUDENT: Oh my! You should believe in God.
RANDOM DOOD: ...what's that?
PM STUDENT: Oh why it's just keyakinan wujudnya Tuhan sebagai pencipta alam dan mematuhi segala suruhanNya berlandaskan pegangan agama masing-masing selaras dengan prinsip Rukun Negara!!!!! :D
RANDOM DOOD: OMG..!

yeah. i'm sure that'll convert THOUSANDS. totally.

and what's with the FORMAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT? dun write the word 'nilai' whole thing gone 3 marks gone. the hell. too much KEADILAN must be. cannot be BERAT SEBELAH.

where's the Rasional and Kesederhanaan in this subject anyway?

pls la. what's the difference between dan and serta?

Don't be so sad

2010-03-19T15:54:00.004+08:00

quite frankly she's changed all of us in some way.

her first lesson she bombed all of us. every science class after that you would see us with our books are readied at the side and all of us silent as she walks menacingly and slowly to our class with this imgonnaeatu face. (never happens for other teachers back in primary school)

her "FIRST CLASS" seats.

her teeth.

BESAR KECIL, SIT DOWN STAND UP GAMES!!

she used to offer allybean gastric stuff too.

that fluff of hair that always used to pop up when wind blew.

we always loved it when she went to other classes to bomb them instead x)

we were excited to learn in form one our teacher's initials were CJ too (Cecelia John)

we never really knew whether her name was johana or johanna.

when she got us paranoid about rust until we started using tissues while holding the tongs.

"SLOW SUICIDE."

when she pulled the ears, "eeeeeeeeek-PIANG!"

kueh tiaw ruler.

her clothes that were from the roadside.

her hut on a hill that could only fit her head.

....her mercedes.

and many many other things. btw go look at nana's drawings on ally's blog :)

we'll always remember you, Cikgu Johanna. rest in peace

blame jesslyn kho x)

2010-03-07T21:36:00.003+08:00

1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the game the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and ask them to play and read your blog.

Starting time : 22:06
Name : Christine Ling
Sisters : 1
Brothers : 1
Shoe size : um. 6? 5, 6, 7. around there.
Height : 1..............5...............................6..................................cm.

Where do you live : Kuching
Favourite drinks : CHINCHIN PEACH WATER DRINK!!!! xD
Favourite breakfast : Cha zhu mee, hungan, porridge, pancake, sandwich........... :)~~~~~~

Have you ever been on a plane : yepyep. i hate turbulences! always makes me think we're gonna crash ;____;
Swam in the ocean : OCEAN! .......dun think so
Fallen asleep in school : aaaall the time :D
Broken someone's heart : well no one has died by my hands yet xD
Fell off your chair : *shifty eyes* uh.........of course not.............HEHEHEHEH
Sat by the phone and waiting for someone to call : .......nt rly.........i think..............
What is your room like : MESSY! xD
What's right beside you : my pillowwww
What is the last thing you ate : BEEF! xD mirah UMAMI! HEHEHEHE

Ever had ;
Chicken pox : think so!
Sore throat : aaaall the tiimeeee ;O;
Stitches : .........from laughing YES xD
Broken nose : HAHAHHAAHA no

Do you ;
Believe in love at first sight : YES. cos right. i see manga/anime character. "OMG HE SO COOL I'M IN LOVE!!!!!!!"
Like picnics : as long as no ants and mosquitoes! xD
Who was, were the last person;you danced with : Dancing with Myself! Glee! xD
Last made you smile : the word "Glee"
You last yelled at : i............dun remember xD

Today did you ;
Talk to someone you like : NOOOOOOOO T________T i shall go read one piece and scream/squeal at luffy now.
Kissed anyone : on the cheek yes! :D
Get sick : nope not todaaaii
To to an ex : dun haaaaaaaave oneee!
Miss someone : YES!
Eat : duuuuuuuurrrrrrrr

Best feeling in the world : A comfy bed :)
Do you sleep with stuffed animals : they're scattered all over the place when i sleep xD
What's under your bed : DUST! and and and DARKNESS! xD
Who do you really hate : ............DANZO D<
What time is it now : 22:15!

5 things i was doing 10 years ago
1. when i was 6....................i was drawing on walls :D
2. i was pulling nana's ponytail whenever i passed her........ :D
3. i was dancing ballet...........
4. insulting aaron gumis about his height............ :D
5. playing jadi a lot.

5 things on my to-do list today
1. SLEEP!
2. fail chem tomorrow
3. write that essay!
4. find new themes for my phoneee
5. /sparkl @ nana.

5 snacks i enjoy
1. KEROPOK. fullstop x)
2. French frieeess.
3. CHICKIES! OMG CHICKIES
4. popcorn chicken!
5. nuggets :)

5 things i would do if i were a billionaire
1. buy every single book i've ever wanted!!!
2. um. not work?
3. charity...?
4. get nana off her butt and start her own company!
5. ........write a book.........?

5 of my bad habits
1. iProcrastinate
2. never sleep early
3. think too much
4. hug ppl too much
5. i very lazy person :D

5 places i have lived in
1. kuching
2. sarawak
3. malaysia
4. christchurch
5. the world

5 people i'm tagging is
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

what? :)

HEHEHEHE

you make me smile :)

2010-02-20T23:59:00.002+08:00

I love you guys. ♥

Thanks so much for today :)

According to Me,

2010-02-19T15:30:00.001+08:00

In a few decades from now, we will not live in the sky nor in space. We will live underwater.

Face it, we are progressing fast, but not fast enough to be able to stay airborne unless we have plenty of fuel to keep on going. Or unless we find / create a mineral that can hover in midair, and enough of that to sustain the population. But even in the sky, our troubles are still--we are running out of oxygen. However if we went underwater, we can remain in the buildings that have sunk and rely on trapped air pockets for air supply. And oxygen is still found in water.

Through evolution, perhaps we may be able to hold our breaths for a longer period of time, like whales. Blubbery blubber whales! I won't go so far as to say we will develope gills to filter oxygen from the water, although that would be srsly cool.

So perhaps mermaids did exist, but throughout the years they have become extinct and history is just repeating itself when we ourselves do become somewhat like the merpeople.

Or not where do all the legends originate from? There must be some truth in them, no matter how small it is.

Unless the people back in the days could really reeaally think far ahead, or they were just too bored and were way more creative and imaginative than we are since they had no tvs or computers.

. . . . . .

But anyways, if we were to live underwater, we will eventually develope webbed feet and hands through evolution. This is a must in order to be able to swim faster, with more powerful kicks to ensure safety, preservation and of course, to catch food.

Our eyes might also develope a layer over them to protect them from the salty waters. Ears, too, so that we can withstand the pressure. And our skin will take on a greenish hue to camouflage.

.........i see now why merpeople have big yellow eyes and green scaly skin.

Except the ones in Disney.

Or perhaps our humanity will split in half--one underwater, and one in the sky.

Those living in the skies will rely on high terrains and mountains. Our bones will become more hollow and lighter. Our eyes will have to be more keen and ears must be able to withstand THAt pressure up there too.

I don't think we'd develope feathers for wings, but perhaps the bones will elongate and skin will be stretched over the area........

Ah, like pterodactyls. Back to the Dinosaur era. Nature's ironic way of bringing them back through evolution. History history.

So fish and birds. ~~flyingfish!!!~~ Myths and Dinosaurs. Water and Air.

Pollution has both in its grasp. The waters are polluted. The air is polluted.

So even if we can no longer exist on earth and are forced to retreat into the waters/air, we'd still die because they both are being polluted as we speak. So unless we stop polluting and start conserving, we're doomed either way.

We're back at Square One.

Save the Earth.

postscript!

2010-02-19T00:00:00.003+08:00

Happy Birthday, myalmosttwin, Christine Ding! :D

u're awesome♥

wahahahahhahahah!!

peek-a-boo!

2010-02-15T16:45:00.009+08:00

i see you! :D

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

i lied. i don't see you. i'm sorry.

anyway, two updates in two days! homg! zomg! comg! tomg! gomg! momg!

yesyes, i know, i am amazing. sigh :)

LOL!jkjk xD

well anyways. Miss Susie made us write an essay the other day. It went something like this.

MISS SUSIE: And so, let's WRITE TODAY!
CLASS OF 4SC1: groans in loud despair!!!!!!
MISS SUSIE: I know! I am SO excited! :D
CLASS OF 4SC1: thinking, OMGNO
MISS SUSIE: It's GREAT to see such ENTHUSIASTIC students!!
CLASS OF 4SC1: noooooo teacher noooooooooooo!
MISS SUSIE: Look at all the ENTHUSIASM! I can't wait! :D
CLASS OF 4SC1: why can't we wait for after the holidays!?
MISS SUSIE: I LOVE seeing ENTHUSIASTIC students! LET'S WRITE!
CLASS OF 4SC1: Noooooooooooooooo!!

...yeah. something like that.

so, our topics.

Friends

Ends with, "If only I had listened to his/her advice."

Describe the biggest challenge in your life.

If you were given a chance to be anybody, who would you be and why?

My early years.

Alicia picked #1. I was in her first story of that. I am honoured. She loves me, I know she does :'D hehehehee♥

Josephine wants to do #2. I have no idea why :D

I picked #3! Cos it sounded fun, i have no idea why either :D

my thoughts on #4 and #5.

If I were given a chance to be anybody, I would be me because I am awesome. Duh.

AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH--

cough.

My early years. When maths was actually still numbers.

Good ol' days.

Then this happened for #4.

MICHGOH: OMG! We should pick #4 and write, if i were given a chance to be anybody, i would be Miss Susie!
ALICIA: OOOH....!
(cos that would mean mich gets extra marks LOLhahajkjk)
CHRISTINE: OMG! Then you can write, and if i were miss susie, i would give this essay 50/50!! AHAHAHAHAA
MICHGOH: YEAH!!!! we should so totally write that!!

conclusion: we are genius.

but in the end michgoh decided to write a tragic love story. she's determined to make miss susie cry. i salute her. hahahahaa.

but anyways, this is mine.

CHALLENGE 3: Describe the biggest challenge in your life.

And Another Day Goes By

The sun sets. The sun rises. Another day goes by. The wind blows. The trees sway. Another day goes by. The branches move. My window gets hit. Another day goes by. The sunlight streams in. The birds chirp. Another day goes by. I open my eyes. I cover my head with my pillow. Another day goes by. A knock on my door. My mother’s voice,

“CHRISTINE! WAKE UP! It’s 10 o’clock in the morning!”

…another day goes by.

How many days have gone by?

Not many. I think.

“Christine, wake up now! Dad wants to go out for brunch!”

Why, hello to you too mum!

“Open the door!”

How am I doing? Well, fine of course! Thanks for asking.

“I’m warning you…”

“Yes mum, I’m awake, I’m awake! I’m on my way to the bathroom as you speak! Watch me go, quick as a cat!”

The noise stops. I turn over, and go back to sleep.

---

People face many challenges every day of their lives. From tackling that pesky additional mathematics question, to feeding their vicious fish. It is tragic, I know. Even I, as unbelievably astounding as I am, am faced with challenges all the time! But I, being as unbelievably astounding as I am, can normally overcome them with triumph held high in my fist, standing on the mountain of victory, with waves of success splashing behind me as songs of achievement fill the air.

Except for one.

Just one tiny one. Okay, maybe not so tiny. Maybe just a small one. Slightly bigger than that. Considerably bigger. Bigger. Huge. Massive. Gargantuan.

All except that just one tiny-small-big-huge-massive-gargantuan challenge I have to face each and every morning. And no, it’s not my mother. It’s not something quite as simple as that, you see. But it’s alright, as I have realised everything in this world eventually comes to face a challenge. A very challenging challenge. Even animals! Although I would have to add in the fact that my dog’s biggest and most challenging challenge in his life is probably trying to find the cosiest spot to sleep in every day. He is a German Shepherd and his name is Fluff. He’s a dog, not a cat. But I digress.

This one hindrance crumbles my Mountain of Victory! The Waves of Success die down. The Songs of Achievement crackle, fade and is heard no more. And that Triumph held high in my Fist? Gone. Like the wind.

How can this be? It cannot be so! But I must admit, it is by far, the most Challenging Challenge of my Life. Really. It prevents me from accomplishing things. It prevents me from being a good daughter. It prevents me from being early. It prevents me from LIVING MY LIFE. It is that bad. Truly and really. Really and truly.

You must all be wondering right about now…what is this challenge? What is this tiny-small-big-huge-massive-gargantuan challenge? What is this most challenging challenge that prevents me from living my life as it ought to be lived? What is this monstrosity of a challenge?

I am sorry, I do not know how to tell you. My hand cannot write any further. I am trembling as I write. It is too traumatising. But, no! I must persevere. I can do this. I will do this.

“CHRISTINE! It’s already 11:30 a.m.! WHY ARE YOU STILL NOT READY?”

I groan and blearily rub my eyes.

“Christine Ling Jern Sze! Don’t make me go in there!”

I have a confession to make. My biggest and most challenging challenge of my life… is waking up in the morning.

“I’m coming in right now!”

“Nooo, mum! I’m ready, I’m ready!”

And another day goes by.

END

i know. it's boring. and strangely, SHORT! hahahahaa i'm sorry. i got lazy. too bad :p hahaha!

wah! 125th post!

2010-02-14T18:02:00.010+08:00

my school's age this year! wahwahwah.

anyways i'm just posting cos i'm bored and i feel bad. blog's so dead. this reminds me of my very first post.

as in, why do i even HAVE a blog?

school these days aren't so interesting anymo. i miss my lardy nana and my crazy cow betsy. somehow the class ain't so noisy anymo.

altho i love allybean's green notebook. i agree when she said it's the best thing she's started all year.

durr ally, durrr. smartest thing, too.

dun worry i ♥ u still!

i shall write that in it next time.

i like taking it and filling it with random nonsense (that are all facts, btw. eg, Christine Ling is a genius--fact of life).

and now since i've just recently bought neon stickynotepapers i like writing my initials on them and sticking them everywhere.

i am not an egotist.

that's Miss Susie.

alicia taught us a new thing which her cousin taught her.

her cousin is so cool, btw. ~~unlikealicia~~

it's called........

The Awkward Turtle.

well this is awkward.

ANYWAY.

oh ya. last thursday we had a bible test. all of us came early that day for some reason, but the doors were still locked so we had to stand out there.

the boys gathered around one spot and studied.

Studied.

STUDIED.

STUDIEDD.

while me and mich leaned on each other a few steps away, thinking, "There is something wrong with this picture."

and we always thought girls were more studious x)

well truthfully when me and mich first came we were like OMG study! but after a while we just went aaaahh screw this. bro loves us more anyway ;)

LOL!

then after a while, i asked,

CHRISTINE: ...is this how you guys study for exams?
GUMIS: ...nah. we don't study for normal exams.

proof that bro albi is scary.

really scary.

yeahhhh.

then we went in and bro albi was like, "This test will determine whether you stay....or not." And he smiled.

HE SMILED.

SMILEEDDDDDD.

and me and mich were like shitwe'rescrewed

aaaaaaaahahahhahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahhaaha.

but it was.......ok.

i hope.

oh yes! btw, Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day! :D

and it shall be PINK!!

2010-01-26T00:01:00.003+08:00

oh yes. hot bright pink. soft baby pink. PINK. cos right. cos......well. it's exactly 12:00am and suddenly i feel like writing one of those overly bimbo girly girl posts.

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO ONE OK!?!?!? xD

so let's starttttt.

but bout what.

ha............

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~

omg lyke HAI dere. 2day was lyke SOoOOOOoOOoOoO totally radically awesomely FANTABULOUSLY FUN!

bcoz lyke we gt our new lyke tymetabel 4 the form 4s! lucky me, i dropped est and accounts so i don haf 2 stay bak!!!!!! I NOE RITE. it's so dizzying!

den rite, we started our lyke PREFECT DUTIES 2dai! omg! i noe!! lyke, omg! i'm in lyke, class supervision! it has lyke SoOoooOOOOoOooOo many other prefectssss! i bet all the other units must be lyke, jealous or something. L. O. L.

nah i'm just lyke, kidding! HEEHEE.

bt at d same tyme it wasn't all that fun cos we got lyke SooOOOoOOoOo much hw 2dey! i mean lyke, who gives us karangan, maths (MATHS OK MATHS! LYKE, WHATEVER!), sejarah (ewwwwww), and biology on the same dei!? ugh! was SO not fantabulous.

i want pink headphones. like xia xue's pink room. it's SO fantabulous, i can't even use fantabulous to describe it cos it's just WAY too fantabulous. i mean. lyke, fantabulous, much? she's so fantabulous it's not even fantabulously funny.

well dat's all 4rm me tooodaiii. BABAAI! XOXO BABY CHRISSY LOVES U! MUAKS! XOXO! HUGS AND KISSES! SMOOCH! TOODLES! lipglossing off,

~*~(fantabulously cute-sified version of christine)~*~

ok i give up it sucks writing that way SAVE ME.

..........no offense to anyone who DOES write that way. not trying to start anythin'. honestly thought it'd be fun to just try it :D HEHEH.

but srsly. i want pink headphones. aaaahahahahahhaa!

and i like maths. eheh.

i'm taking bible and literature, not est and accounts. oh yeahh. 12:45 everyday is a good thing.

i think one of my nails is chipped.

.........i shud have written something like, "OMG I LIKE BROKE A NAIL LIKE OMG I'M NEVER TYPING EVER AGAIN OMG!"

i wan more books. bring me to bookstore somebody.

and no amyvoon, i don't mean ur calculator when i say "somebody" :p

just some memories

2010-01-07T00:09:00.010+08:00

sometime last year, we decided to have a...whatdyucallit. an...undead family. oh yes.

ALICIA ENG: mutated (radioactive) gigantic worm

AMY VOON: troll! xD

AUDREY JONG: skeleton --> The Grim Reaper *scary music*

CHOO MEI YUIN: PHANTOM! / shadow ;)

CHRISTINE LING: Zombie(QUEEN) heheheh

CLARISSA CHAI: The Mummy. The wrapped up in bandages one.

ELEENA BAKRIE: ...ghost. she so white. lol! xD

EMMELINE CHIEW: the DEMONESS! xDDD

EVELYN EU: werewolf!

MICHELLE GOH: vampire --> CountESS Dracula

MICHELLE TING: Haunted Scarecrow

PAN EU FERN: the BLOB (......our vacuum ;D)

REBECCA SU: BANSHEE!

and we aren't ALL that scary...

SABRINA KU: leprechaun! xD lol!

VALERIE NG: .......our garden gnome :D

and last but not least, our madcrazyinsane cow bent on world domination.........

MIRAH AMIN

yeah we have a cow. got a problem with it?! she mows our lawn ok (eats it). HAHHAAHA xD

i know i know it's like we're this supercooldeadly family of the Undead and suddenly...

we have a cow. and a garden gnome. and a leprechaun.

.................................

IT JUST HAPPENED OK!? xD

US: What should mirah be hor..
MIRAH: busy doing something else [mumble] moomoonmmm [mumble]
US: OMG! MIRAH DO U WANNA BE OUR COW?
MIRAH: OKAY!!!!! :DDDD
MIRAH: ...........
MIRAH: Wait, what?
US: WAHAHAHAHAH she said okay she said okay!!
MIRAH: ....umm....moo?

'twas meant to be.

then she went into denial mode.

MIRAH: I am the magnificent! I am the all-powerful! I will rule the world!
NANA: I am SO scared!
NANA: And she produces dairy products.
NANA: I am EVEN MORE scared!!
MIRAH: Do not insult the magnificent!

not too long later,

MIRAH: walks past
NANA: omg, what is that THING!?
MIRAH: turns sharply MOO. stalks off

and just LOOK at vallyboo and sabku.

...........AWWWWW.

'nuff said.

so well anyway. We, the superlycoolundeadly Undead Family live in this huuuuuge mansion with 8 wings, 1 for each of us (the mummy the werewolf the banshee the vampire the grimreaper the zombie the ghost the hauntedscarecrow) as,

the troll guards the bridge over our moat leading to the castlemansion,

the leprechaun likes to dance over that (eerie) rainbow over our castlemansion (think waltz disney kids!),

the blob blobs around the whole mansion (including the walls),

the shadow stalks the whole house too,

the mutated worm hides in the earth in our massive gigantic garden,

the garden gnome DECORATES our otherwise dull massive gigantic garden,

and our cow mows our lawn.

...i know, it's perfect, isn't it? :'D

we even have this little ~~kitty~~ gnome door installed in our big gigantic door so that the gnome can come in (sometimes!) :DDD

we care, u see. oh yes.

oh, oh! and we have a deal about killin' humans u see!

First they are drawn by the ~~eerie~~ rainbow and gold from the leprechaun and will cross over the bridge, only to be confronted by our troll! she'll grab one for herself as the rest quickly run over to the safety of our massive gigantic garden cos they would feel reassured by the little garden gnome in our otherwise dull massive gigantic garden.

they would trust the gnome as they would ignore the cow with the mad evil glint in its eye, chewing on grass maniacally.

then our little garden gnome will crawl through her little door, making the humans follow her into our ~~lair~~ castlemansion.

the shadow locks the door.

the ghost starts haunting.

the haunted scarecrow starts moving.

the mummy stumbles and trips the humans.

the humans scream, attracting........the banshee.

the banshee then enters, smiles, and screams.

the humans die, obviously.

the zombie gets the brains.

the vampire gets the blood.

the werewolf gets the meat.

the grim reaper gets the soul.

the demoness gets another slave.

the mutated worm gets the cadaver.

& the blob gets the remains.

everyone plays a part of our deadly Haunted House.

...............ooh. (;

anyway, that was all last year.

this year, it's...............heheh.

so today marks the start of new titles to our names,

Cool Blue Sky! Mirah Amin

Fresh Green Tree! Christine Ling

Hot Red Fire! Nana Bakrie

Dirty Black Hole! Mich Goh

Bright Yellow Sun! Al Eng

Silent Brown Wood! Chooey...Choo?

Pure White Snow! Fern Pan

Shiny Silver Spoon! Drey Jong

less scary!

i know, i know. u wish u were us ;)

............so sue us. we were BORED OK x) heheeee

and SO FAR, the story goes SOMETHING LIKE THIS:

the pure white snow falls from the cool blue sky and onto the fresh green tree in the silent brown wood(s) but is soon melted by the bright yellow sun as it wishes it could be like the shiny silver spoon in the distance, not melting, but then it catches a spark and sets off the hot red fire and soon all that's left is the dirty black hole, an empty vacuum.

sounds depressing.

sorry.

LOL.

and as they say, the pen is mightier than the sword.

2009-12-07T23:59:00.002+08:00

i just realised something..

u can actually really gauge a person's character just by how they write, or by how they phrase things.

words are a powerful thing.

mission accomplished.

2009-12-03T00:39:00.004+08:00

*points to posts below*

it's like i was never really gone in the first place ;)

TEEHEHEE!

all my posts even extend to the NEXT page!!!

oh i'm awesome ;) LOLjkjk!!! xD

so. mission accomplished ;D

iUpdated.

SHOW THOSE PEARLY WHITES

2009-11-26T15:45:00.002+08:00

TODAY,

MY BRACES CAME OFF.

after 2 whole years and 7 months,

THEY'RE TRULY AND REALLY OFF!

i am metal mouth no longer!!

Goodbye, Braces Club and Hel-lo Retainers Club! ;D

i'm finally joining allybean and chooey!

ditching u mich :p BWAHAHAHAHHAHAAA!

aaaaaaaahh.

it feels so easy to smile now x)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

....omggggg they're really off!!! xD

i think. i'm actually gonna kinda miss them :')

...kinda.

& the train goes "CHOO CHOO"!

2009-11-01T00:00:00.002+08:00

to the girl who planned ALL our birthday cards.

to the girl who jumps everytime someone calls her name.

to the girl who willingly helps when asked a question.

to the girl who rocks at jazz.

to the girl who everybody loves.

to the girl who is absolutely ADORABLE♥

to the girl who NEEDS TO JOIN BAND ALREADY xD lol!

to the girl whose smartassness is known throughout the whole school

to the girl whose hippobearthing is still so cute eventho we can't tell what species it is x)

to the girl who we use her name in vain to convince our parents to let us go out *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge* ;D LOL! xD

to the girl with the nickname CHOOEY CHEWY CHOCO CHEWING GUM,

this is for you :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOOEY.

there's nothing else more to say, except for the fact that

WE. LOVE. YOU.

but you probably already knew that x)

now doesn't that just MELT your heart?? :'D

i will not take advantage of chooey i will not take advantage of chooey i will not take advantage of chooey i will not take advantage of chooey i will not take advantage of chooey i will not take advantage..........

meh.

I LOVE YOU CHOOMON! xD

the bells are ringing!

2009-10-20T00:00:00.001+08:00

ring-a-ring-ring!

ahhhhh tiiiiiiiing! AH TING AH! xD know what special day it is todaaaaaaaay? EHEHEHEHH.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE *TING!* aka our STEPMUMMYKINS! xD

i know i've said this like a 2183r49023gazillion times but imma just gonna say it AGAIN!

UR NAME SO FUN TO SAY LAH!

it's like michelleTING! so SATISFYING! xD LOL!

♥you! you're awesome!

& I'M GONNA DUMP U ON THE STAGE ON PURPOSE MORE SO THAT U CAN DANCE MORE! xD

HEHE.

and so marks the end

2009-10-13T13:30:00.001+08:00

MY ~~permanent~~ MENTAL RETARDATION PERIOD IS OVERRRRR

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA--

the sky seems so blue! the grass seems so green! look at the shining sun! listen to the birds chirping! hear the students scream with joy!

WATCH THE FIREWORKS LIGHT UP THE SKY ACROSS THE STREET IN ST JO!

AHAHAHAHAHAAA the BEST part of the day! xD

the world seems a brighter place, now that we can fling our textbooks off a cliff :)

i'm gonna shout, "GOOD RIDDANCE!" and hear it echo with a satisfied smirk

to be online is my form of relaxation

2009-10-09T23:39:00.005+08:00

so that i can concentrate for the next day's paper, of course ;D

if any of you guys were as lousy students as i am, that probably means you guys have been on facebook too, instead of studying summore, and that means you probably know about my day's paper from facebook aaaaaalready so why should i repost it here? ;)

see you guys online again on Monday! xD

we can do this thing! woo!

it's finally here

2009-10-07T00:00:00.001+08:00

after 1095 days of slogging slothing studying slugging through school.....it's finally here.

the dreaded doomsday.

"OMG!!!!! LYKE, *TEH* DOOMSDAY DOOMSDAY!?!!?!" I hear you ask.

well it's certainly not 2012, but it comes quite close.

yes. it's none other than the dreaded...

P. M. R.

permanent mental retardation.

Oh Yes. It's Here.

goodbye, world.

but she's my mei-mei

2009-10-05T00:00:00.003+08:00

she's creepy and weird and moody and snappy and temperamental and noisy and loud and sarcastic and idiotic and smart and sing-y and mean and caring and whiny and kintio and pinnochio and cool and lame and very lame and very very lame but you know what?

she's still my mei mei.

and i love her :)

so

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALICIA ENG HUI CHING aka worm allybean ahleng meimei!!!

that card chooey arranged was so superly cool cos she's another kickass person ;)

God loves you too. But u probably already knew that x)

booo hannah montanaaaa

2009-09-18T17:23:00.001+08:00

i am now officially Christine Hannah Ling :)

♥

oh blahderdash

2009-09-15T00:00:00.003+08:00

..................................

.....................................................

my brain's all muddled up now so i can no longer think BLAME SCHOOL TOO OK xD

BLAH. FIDDLESTICKS. I GIVE UP THINKING.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVELYN EU SZE LIN!!!!!!!!!! + ALL UR OTHER NAMES xD

i am PROUD to say that this girl here is. MY. COUSIN! :DDDD

so i don't care what you think cos she's awesome and i love her ANYWAY!

GO EVEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xD

...need i say anymore? (x

illegal growth hormones are illegal for a reason

2009-08-09T00:00:00.010+08:00

because if they weren't illegal they'd be more people like Amy Voon and that'd be terrible, wouldn't it? ;) HEE.

don't worry amy voon!!! i know u ♥ me lots lots!!! i got PROOF! xD

WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.

HEHEEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEH.

i ♥ you too la dun worry!!! xD

.........................

....................but sometimes, i absolutely haaaaaaaaate u too :p

LOL!

Happy Birthday, Amy Emaii AhMe EhMee Pamy Annabelle Bamboo Knight Voon isuddenlyforgoturchinesename! xD

u 174 cm girl.

better stop taking illegal growth hormones ah.

got side effect later on then u know ;D TEEHEE!

u see we CARE for u. WAHAHAHHAAHAHAH--!!

if u become 175 cm next year, i cry liau
;________________;

lol! xD

omgomgomg it's YU CHEN!!!!!!!!! i remember it liau!!! xDD LOLLLL!!!! PRAISE ME xD

i see cow.

2009-08-02T00:00:00.000+08:00

ohh yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.

there was way more. like i mean really WAAAYY more. on MY own wall too! i clicked that Older Posts button SO MANY times until i reached like my very first facebook existance.

yeah. i went *THAT* far (for youuuuuuuu). but u know what. i found out facebook deleted it ): i am so upset.

BUT!

u see how much we love you? ;D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIRAH AMIN aka BETSY ~~THE~~ OUR COW/LAWNMOWER♥!!!!

we'd go to war for you :D
FFS war, but STILL! WAR xD

and don't worry about them hun. u still got us :)

the super long card

2009-07-26T00:00:00.000+08:00

so who IS it THIS time?

HAHAHAHAHA!

SO. do you know who this post is about yet? ;D

so smile, cos...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUFFIE HAYLEY INSERTDESIREDNAMEHERE PAN EU FERN!!!

YES, it's HER birthday!!! :D

we got her this superkickasslong card thanks to VAL! cos she's superkickass too xD hahahaa!

and of course we all still remember her euffie board (:

you see fern. THAT's how much we love you ;)

welcome to the club!

2009-07-06T00:00:00.004+08:00

this post is dedicated to none other than our very own (first) mummykins of our class! x)

we aaaaaaall know who THAT is, right? ;)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
VALERIE NG HUI SZE!
I don't know if you even read my blog or not, but this is to you, because we love you TOO! :D

you never really could control us tho ;) LOL!jkjk xD

welcome to the Land of the (even) Older, sweetheart! You're officially in the club now ;) haha!

THE Food & Fun Fair 09

2009-07-04T22:56:00.002+08:00

well, first it started off with the PREPARATIONS ;)

inside our class,

outside,

faces, faces,

then up in the hall,

(i know, i know, this one has issues, but i'm too lazy to reedit and reupload so too bad :p hehe!)

then back in our class,

THEN THE NEXT DAY, the real Food and Fun Fair!

presenting, the FOOOOOD :D
(but obviously not AAALL xD)

getting ready,

then more people start comin in,

we're workin' hard x)

all in all, we had work shifts, lots of coupons, laughter, sweat, games, friends, flowers, cameras, picnics and many memories this day. (:

you know you wished you were there x)

SEE YOU IN 2011!

p/s: i know some of the slideshows of the pics are like pixelized and smaller than some, but blame photobucket. they resized it ):

and today was super special as well, cos it's was SOMEONE'S birthday! ;)

Happy Birthday, SHARON DADDYKINS MELISSA!!!!!!!!!!!!
we love you lots lots lots lots lotsl sltsokfoawksldkawojdv c---
...........LOTS x)

today is a super special day (:

2009-06-28T17:43:00.002+08:00

it is it is as FOUR people were born today!

Happy 14th Birthday, Karen Wong!

Happy 15th Birthday, Rebecca Su!

*IMAGE OF PAM*
Happy 16th Birthday, Pamela Tan!

Happy 17th Birthday, Olivia Lee!

seeeeeeeee so cool right!! :D

got 14 got 15 got 16 and got 17!

so it's a super special day.

so go give them presents and hugs already!

hehehehee♥

Hallos to the guy whose BLOG SOMEHOW DISAPPEARED.

2009-06-27T21:38:00.000+08:00

I DO WONDERS HOW. *SCRUTINIZING EYES OF PURE AND UTTER DOOM*

well since i din know what else to do, and since you thought i wouldn't fix it up, here's what i did to that gundam you gave me! shocker.

tada! teh box

tada! posing

tada! just missing the sparkles ):

rarr!!

the back thingy that can go round and round and round and saakaaaaii

ooh lookie! i got dagger.

ooh lookie! i got SWORD.

muahahaha!

i am armed to the thighs!

look how masterful i can glint one eye.

oh! i fell ):

oh! the head came off ):

terrible body!

like a barbeque

waahh!

i conquered thee!

oh what's the sword doing all the way over there! D:

fling the head and die!

'tis already decapitated. why the uber badass sword still!

an garde!

march!

oh the poor thing ):

see! this is why you do not give people like ME gundams! :D

Happy Birthday, Aaron Gumis my ickle apprentice!

u're finally old.

but i'm still older.

wahah!

waitthat'snotsomethingtolaughaboutohi'mdepressednow.

...i feel so OLD.

and also to the cutest mummy in the Whole Wide World,

Happy Birthday Mummy HengLING! :D

my mummy is da CUTEST.

EVER.

EVER.

EVERRRRR.

u know you're mummy ain't as cute ♥

oh...his blog came back ):

the reason

2009-06-11T17:11:00.002+08:00

why my blog loays dead.

loo[k, 6i shall type a long sentence!

6if 6i plo[ked ylou 6in the eye, what wloulod happen? ylou wloulod shlolot me 6in the head, lor just grlow mad? loloh 6i can rhyme.

ANYWAYS. Slo can YLOU telolo why my blolog loays dead?

HAHA.

[keybloard malofunct6ilon6ing. 6i';lolo reploy everylone loater. hahaahaahahahhs.

Chr6ist6ine LO6ing! wloulodya lololo[k at that! my name lololo[ks hlorrendlous!

I know it's late.

2009-05-29T14:37:00.007+08:00

Yes yes. I procrastinate. So what.

I had meant to post this few weeks ago. Liiiike, what, around the 6th? Yep. During exams.

BUT That was before my 100th post! And I wanted the icons for my hundredth post, not this. Then more and more people found out about it so I was like aaaaaaaiya nevermind la! But I guess I changed my mind (: It becomes an easy link when I post it here anyway. SPREAD THE JOY.

Love Story meets Viva La Vida

who knew the cello could be so COOL?
I AM A CONVERT.
CELLO COOLER THAN VIOLIN. woo.

didn't your jaw just DROP?

IT DROPPED RIGHT.

I KNOW RIGHT.

SO LIDDAT ONE RIGHT.

HE UNSIGNED ARTIST SUMMORE.

HOW CAN RIGHT.

THIS CHANGED YOUR LIFE RIGHT.

inspiring. i wish my talent was a quarter of his.

so they cheated in the middle but since the arrangement, the idea and even the motive were simply beautiful, won't you forgive them? (:

i like this arrangement so much better than the original. so. much. better.

I quote the SU (Claire and Bex and Laura? ~~we're missing Eli!~~) family,

"It's like falling in love♥!"

so go forth and spread the LOVE♥. Shoo.

my brother wants to learn the cello now.
eventho it's supa cool, i remain faithful to learning the harp. (:

it's called CHEATING. gasp.

2009-05-24T00:38:00.001+08:00

Yes. I cheated. Her birthday was actually 4 days ago, but the date still says 24th.

IT'S COS I'M SPECIAL. HAH.

Yesyes.

...I'm horrible. I've known her the longest, and my post is probably the latest (but you won't know that).

I love Nana (: We all do! I don't know one person who didn't like her after the first few minutes of meeting her! Everyone loves her the first few minutes. Or days. Then uh. ...shhh. SO she's utterly lovable! Yes. We all love the Nana ala Banana. But most of the times she's just too insecure about it ): so we must give her hugs all the time! :D even tho she tells me getawayfromme whenever i try ):

...nana loves me lots (:

our very first moment in kindi, when i first realised what race you were.

and i never did stop playing with your hair, did i?

So as I promised, her icons, finally released (:

This is to another year of friendship! 12 years and counting! I've known her more than half of my life. Can you imagine that? I had to live with *that* for 12 years?? I'm amazing. I know ;D ahahahahahhaahajkjk.

Eleena binti Bakrie Fan Huo Ping Barkie Scrappy Coco Paus Wiper Molly Pocca Porky Sape pieceofLard Nana Banana Ghost Nanamon!

Happy 15th!

i shall begin to look for your white hair now.

What Nana Is.
...kinda.

she'll be famous.
"OMG I TOUCH NANA BAKRIE I'LL NEVER EVER WASH MY HAND EVER AGAIN!"

she's a feminist.

she likes those cats. and kinda resembles that one too.

she kicks a lot ):
especially me

she is a GANGSTA! :D
yeah she's scary

that's what she wants to do before she dies.

she pork. she lard. she unhalal!!!!!!! AHAHAHHAjkjk. in case your uztazah see :D

she very viscious drummer. vicious.

Things Nana Might Say.

she always says yesssssssss. with that evil accent.

she says "NOH" more often though. but no way fits.

...she asks that a lot.

D: when she told me monkeys raped monkeys.

ta da! is what she does.

she says that to a lot of people.
mainly me D:

MIMI: I am (fill in what i've forgotten here)!!!
LILI: Well, I'M (fill in what i've forgotten here)! HAH.
NANA: GUESS WHAT. I'M....me. GASP!
MIMI: stares
LILI: stares
NANA: So whut huh. I don't care.

...hahahahhahahaaha no is something she'd say too.

especially when she's doing them bookmarks. so she ditches me online and goes to sleep D:

...something she'd say to me D:

something she DID say to me D:

oh yes. she does. especially me. D:

coffee for coffee paper! not for me D:

she is. she's in denial :D

she thinks we're all racist D:

she'd rather be cycling than riding horses, going hang gliding and learning archery with us D:

khalil fong is more love to her though.

first three → aaaaaaahahahahhahhahaaa.

nerd. you nerd. dun deny. nerd. ahah!

TOFU.

nana was always broke. until recently.
now we know who to rob.

her tablet boo!

not her dog, but her sister! :D

she sings that lots! :DDD ahah!

IS THAT A BANANA PEEL? I couldn't tell :D

yes. dangerous words.

how dare you!

she dun like maths :)

she likes her nerd glasses! :D but i think she lost them.

nana's so special!

nana and i say that a lot. (:
oh, really
except i say the oh really NOW.

nana likes money too.

oh. she might say that. except hers is go shrivel in that corner. she says that to me.
oh yes. nana cares about me a lot.

Things Nana Likes. I think.

i don't think i need to say much (: it's meant for nana anyways.
turtle on the run!

PEACE HOMIES!

and, finally...

nana, look at the one in the middle

do you like it?

thank you for all the times you said, "They bully you? I beat them up!"

it's finally here!

2009-05-10T23:55:00.003+08:00

END.

i din press 'publish'

2009-04-18T23:20:00.006+08:00

What day is it today?

I'm certain there was something important I had to tell you guys...

It's at the tip of my tongue.

Just wait for it...

Wait for it...

...ah!!

wait no...

my toenails are pretty?

not quite what i had planned to say...

AHAH! I GOT IT!

It's Cat's birthday today! :D

i'm sorry i forgot to buy some dog food for you ): it's just so difficult you being allergic to cat food, you know?

what that's not it?

psh. how would YOU know anyway? hmph.

TO ALEXIS CARA CHONG LIP YI.

it's finally *YOUR* day!

after 17 days (okay not that many days for me) of enduring your songs and blatantly obvious hints!

IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY.

not that you needed me to say that, since i'm sure everyone already knows with your I am sixteen going on seventeen and PEACE! signs and TOMORROW, TOMORROWs. ~~i srsly think you should've sang ONE DAY MORE! oh wells. next year, eh?~~

i should've recorded Mr Marvin playing that song for you (: why din you shed a tear?

i hope you remember all of us once you leave!

i'm sure you'll remember all our debts tho :D

so, just to make it official,

HAPPY 17^th BIRTHDAY HULA-HULALA DANCER/SINGER!

you are *SO* old now (:

and my glasses are nicer than yours. d'oh. (;

extra random interesting fact: this is the 17th birthday post on me blog!
oooohhh, sakai-ness!

it's the CHERRY.

2009-04-16T23:24:00.010+08:00

OMG WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?
well it's about none other thaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

yesyes. the clarbear the clarfairy the andria the twin the mathsupergenius the ~~verymanjakid~~ the mypreciousGOLDsaxophonekid the mysaxophoneskillpwnzyoukid the IHATEHUGSkid the getawayfrommekid the iamawesomekid the bowbeforemysuperioritykid the ihatezpink!kid the ifalldownallthetimekid the stabilityandgravitationallychallengedkid the kittyclar the *cherry* chai the everyonecannotpronounceherchinesenamekid the everything!
:D

the clarbear who is so utterly good at saxophone. look at her gold one! she so rich.
the mypreciousGOLDsaxophonekid and the mysaxophoneskillpwnzyoukid

the andria the twin

the ~~verymanjakid~~ (:

but eventhough she's all the mathsupergenius the ~~verymanjakid~~ the mypreciousGOLDsaxophonekid the mysaxophoneskillpwnzyoukid the IHATEHUGSkid the getawayfrommekid the iamawesomekid the bowbeforemysuperioritykid too, we still love her and try to give her hugs she hates.

That's why she's also the ifalldownallthetimekid the stabilityandgravitationallychallengedkid. It's really sad ):

wells.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARISSA SHERRI CHAI everyonecannotpronounceherchinesenamekid ZISHAN!
this is your 15th year of life of falling down whenever someone hugs you.
or running away when they try.

CHRISTINE: Clarbear! ♥
CLARISSA: suddenly tenses
CHRISTINE: ooh. stretches arms out
CLARISSA: leans away despite being a whole five feet away
CHRISTINE: takes sudden step forward
CLARISSA: breaks into full-fledged run

well sorryla but she's just so HUGABLE. You can't resist it ;D

we are the Three Squirrels, forever there to steal both sides' weapons MUHAHAHAHAHA

we love you!

*MEGA HUG 4EVER AND EVERRRR!*

*extra: I shall add the cartoons

JOHNNY BRAVO. OOHHH Johnny Bravo!

Dexter's Laboratory!
"Ooooh what does this button do~~~?"
"DEEDEE, NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"

and..

I AM WEASEL.
*sniffs finger*
i r baboon.

to the post down below! (:

Reminiscing of days gone past

2009-04-12T01:39:00.002+08:00

Hey, do you guys know about that MPH Writing Competition that ended last month?

Yeah, that one. The one where the Top 6 got a subnotebook among other things for the teenagers category.

Yep. The very same.

Did you know I really wanted to join that competition? Not because I liked the topic, but because of the prizes. C'mon. A subnotebook! That would have been perfect for my mum to bring to school instead of lugging her heavy one which she doesn't have the strength to carry. The limit of 4,000 (4k! I was so happy) words is a small price to pay for a chance of getting a subnotebook. Miniscule. We can't afford to just buy one even if my mum needed it. So I really wanted to try and win it.

That's the thing.

Because I was actually aiming to win, every idea I had was verbally abused, spat on, torn up, trampled on and burnt to crisp by my worst--and best--critic.

And so 31^st March came and gone. Just like that. Without me ever once sitting down and typing more than two sentences for the topic.

"Staying or Leaving". It was either one. You either write about staying, or you write about leaving. They weren't picky. You could even write about both!

It was all usual, normal ideas. Leaving the country. Staying in the country. Both my siblings had decided to "leave" to further their studies overseas; I had first-class information.

Even IF I could have made it interesting (which I sorely doubt), who'd want to read about that? I'd have felt disloyal to Malaysia, anyway.

I never stopped long enough to think. Every first thought, as I had said, was taken, verbally abused (though only in my head), spat on, torn up, yada yada the whole thing.

“What is it like to leave everything you are familiar with behind? So many young people are moving from kampongs to towns, leaving to study overseas, travelling, or even migrating. If not us, we may have older siblings, relatives, or friends who have left. Is the idea of leaving an exciting or daunting prospect for you? Even if it’s only for a little while?

“What about those who are left behind? They stay in places because they want to, or maybe because they can’t afford to go far. Do they feel lucky that they are staying in their comfortable and familiar homes?

“Think about families and friends: staying in a long-term marriage or a relationship with a first love; children staying with one parent when the other leaves; someone who considers leaving a friendship. And think metaphorically also: when someone excels in their studies or work, they leave their old status and find themselves in a “new world”.

“This year’s theme is Staying and Leaving. We want you to capture the idea, or even the moment, of what it means to leave or remain in a place. It can be set in your home, a meeting spot, perhaps a strange place for the first time, or anywhere that evokes some significance.
We want you to capture the thoughts and emotions that are experienced, smiles and words that are exchanged, the looks on everyone’s faces, and the sense of belonging or not belonging.

“You may write from the viewpoint of staying or leaving. Or, if you’re really ambitious, on both the concept of staying and leaving—like the moment when the door closes, and one person is left standing inside while on the other side the other person walks away, quietly.”

You have no idea how much the two last paragraphs called out to me. I wanted to capture it. The emotions, the smiles that were exchanged, the words that were not. The beauty of language lies in the fact you need not use so many words, to capture that one moment. It is your skill with words, that enables you to.

It was a challenge. Even if I wasn't ready, I wanted to take it.

Some may laugh. A fifteen year old going up against other fifteen year olds, sixteen and seventeen. I know a few--okay, a lot--of sixteen and seventeen year olds around the world that can wipe my English on the floor anytime with theirs. My vocabulary and grammar can't hold a candlelight to theirs. I never knew what asphyxiated meant before I met them. I never knew a word like sporadic existed. And digress? Even my sister didn't know what that meant. And they were only fourteen and fifteen at that time.

But I still wanted to try.

But as Fate seemed to have it, I never had an idea good enough. Until today. Maybe this was Karma getting back at me for all the wrong I've done. Seems like it.

Leaving. Subconsciously, I knew that that was what I had meant to do all along. Just reading the short phrase, imaginary friend, made me think, isn't it sad to leave behind an imaginary friend? How the child slowly loses interest in him/her? How they stop pestering their parents they needed an extra set of cutlery for their imaginary friend? Isn't it sad?

It struck me then. What I would have liked, no, loved to have written for the competition, had I been in time.

Leaving Behind Your Childhood. Leaving to Enter the Teenage World. The world of raging hormones and drama.

The innocence of childhood. I don't know about you, but I was struck by its simplicity. The child-like curiosity. Just the pure, pure, untainted innocence.

Imaginary friends.
Eating toothpaste.
Always saying, "My dad's better/stronger/smarter than yours."
Girls saying, "Boys have cooties. Ew."
Boys saying, "Don't touch girls. They have Girl Germs."
Believing in Santa Claus.
The Toothfairy.
Fairies.

Have you noticed, almost all the books with fairies in them happen to have main characters aged 12 and below? Or maybe the occasional 13. Not the gory sly tricky green-skinned fairies thing--but the sweet, inviting, sparkly world of fairies.

Enid Blyton. Definitely in.

Ever wondered why these fairies never seem to appear to adults?

Because they've lost their pure innocence. They've been exposed to all the hurt and pain in the world, and they hated it. Hate. They weren't pure any longer. They nurtured the feeling of hate, of fear. They stopped believing in fairytales. Happy endings. All things bright and beautiful. They didn't have a child's trust. A child's naivety. A child's belief. A child's patience and eagerness to learn.

They were amused so easily. Imagine these,

A little toddler, blowing a lone feather from her fingertips only to recapture it in her hands, giggling as she did so, as it drifts slowly downwards, only to bring it up once more and repeat the action.

A butterfly alighting softly upon a child's nose as it playfully swipes at it and runs after it as it flutters away.

Someone closing their eyes and opening them with a small, "Boo!" in front of their faces.

Tickling them. Stretching out a finger and watching them tug at it, or bite it.

Their first words.

Their inability to pronounce correctly.

Running around and getting dizzy and ending up hugging a random stranger's leg instead of their own parent's leg.

Being able to point at people and laugh without said person getting offended. Much.

Plucking a dandelion to blow its seeds.

Sneezing as pollen gets into his/her nose.

Having tea parties. Pretending that the dolls drank the tea poured out for them.

Bringing toys around to show off to their friends.

Having security blankets that they never allowed you to wash.

Claiming to hate their older siblings in front of them, only to secretly admit adoration for said sibling once alone.

How you sing lullabies to them and they remember it for the rest of their lives.

How they can sense something is wrong even if you were positive you weren't acting any different.

How they imitate you, because they want to be just like you.

How they repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.

How they always seemed to be having fun.

These children never stopped to think if they were happy or not. They just were. And that, is true happiness.

Children subconsciously want to stay happy all the time. If something upsets them, they won't think long about it. Like if a parent was missing; they won't ask about it. They'll just accept it, lock away the sadness and go about life just so they can remain happy. Once you turn into a teenager that's no longer the case. They'll always ask.

I remember whenever my father left for business trips, all three of us won't speak to him for a minimum of 10 days when he returned. We would ask mum for the first few days and when we realised daddy really wasn't around, we would stop. We won't bother with him. And when he came back, he couldn't scold us. Only my mother could scold us during those times. He always had to be nice. If he wasn't, well. All hell would break lose.

Needless to say, daddy learned his lesson. He never went on business trips ever again unless he really, urgently, had to. He always came back with gifts ~~to bribe us with~~ for us though.

I also remember I threw a tantrum whenever he didn't tell me where he was going. He had to ask permission to go play golf each day. Or else I wouldn't speak to him. I believe he had to tell me he was going to the office to work each day, too. Or I wouldn't have let him leave.

Imagine if you were a husband and your wife treated you like this. You wouldn't like it. Nope. Only children could get away with doing this and getting presents at the end of it. Because when children did it, they were cute. When full-grown adults did it, they were controlling.

I was a very controlling baby. My parents told me they couldn't eat a decent meal whenever I was around. When I was in their lap, I never let a spoonful of food go past. My parents said whenever they brought the spoon towards their mouth, my hand would shoot out, grab their wrist and redirect it to my mouth.

They complained I was so greedy. I agreed. But I also think I was one smart baby ;D

Why did we have to leave it all behind?

If I could, I would love to relive my childhood. Playing jadi, watching cartoons, studying for spelling tests (yes, i was such a studious girl back then! no wonder it died off; i started so young), climbing window grills, eating porridge with bovril every morning before heading to JLH, playing treasure hunts and pretending gates were large forests.

I want to rewatch fairytales.

I love Mulan. Asian pride and all that. I always, always watched this whenever there was a storm and Astro couldn't get a signal.

The next show I watched during storms was Hercules. I had Megara's song "I won't say I'm in love" off by heart. And The Muse! Oh they were hilarious.

I want to watch Beauty and the Beast. Belle is my favourite Disney Princess. The only true bookworm.

I want to watch the Mickey Mouse classics, the black and white ones.

I want to watch Alice in Wonderland and see the Blue Caterpillar and the Queen of Hearts, even if Alice is my least favourite Disney Princess.

I miss Aladdin. I miss his flying carpet more, though. It was adorable.

Pocahontas. Meeko = Love. End of story.

Does anyone remember Fantasia? I used to hate it, because it scared me. Now I love it.

Peter Pan. Teddy and me!

Lady and the Tramp. The spaghetti scene. Oh the spaghetti scene..! /wall.

101 Dalmatians with Cruella Deville.

The Jungle Book and the bare necessities?

The Aristocats! From then on I always thought aristocrats were actually spelt aristocats and everyone else who spelt it as aristocrats were retardically challenged when it came to spelling.

ROBIN HOOD. Oh, I really can't remember it at all! So I wanna watch it.

WINNIE THE POOH and his hundred-acre wood! Oh chubby little tubby all stuffed with fluff he's Winnie the Pooh, ooh! Winnie the Pooh, little silly willy old bear! Roo was really my favourite character.

The Little Mermaid. She's got twenty thingamabobs.

The Lion King! TIMON AND PUMBA. Pumba = Love. End of story too.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame was beautiful.. I love "Someday". I love singing it.

TARZAN. OMG I LOVE TARZAN. It made me cry over and over again.

I remember Dinosaurs. Okay, maybe not, but still a little.

I remember the Emperor's New Groove. The TV series is lame.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire! I had laughed at his name: Milo. I'm sorry, I was young!

I want to watch The Powerpuff Girls and sing their theme song.

The Adams Family! dumdumdumDUM!

SHEEP IN THE BIG CITY with their OXYMORON products! I LOVE THIS.

Wow. This was one long post.

Who knew I could type so much?

Does anyone remember Corncurls?