Was I dying again, then? I didn’t like it—this wasn’t as good as the last time.
I think I have a female-paunch. I feel so full from all the junk I’ve just had.
Normally, I wouldn’t eat a lot. But I become gluttonous whenever I’m depressed or feeling low.
But I don’t know where -or how- the gloom came from. My exam is already over, so I should be happy, instead of pulling a long face.
So what is wrong with me?
My last night as Isabella Swan. Tomorrow night, I would be Bella Cullen. Though the whole marriage ordeal was a thorn in my side, I had to admit that I liked the sound of that.
Freedom!
Today is the last day of exam! Two tormenting days are finally over! No more staying up till the wee hours of the morning; no more anti-tv; no more anti-com, and most importantly, no more BOOKS!!! Yipee!!
Of course, the end of an exam is something worth rejoicing for, but there are also drawbacks. For instance, overloaded homework and having to attend classes which are exceptionally bo0o0o0o0o0o0ring. I’d prefer to be stuck in my own room, revising, than attend BM class. Yeah, it shows how much I hate school.
And then, it’s incredibly…wrong to let us have out test two weeks before the March holidays, cuz now I’ll have to wait for two more dragging weeks till the hols.
What a pessimist I am.
Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they’re likely to fall on their face.
MY SATURDAY
I woke up early in the morning
Took a quick shower and grabbed
My violin and music sheets
Heading for my dad’s car in the driveway
When I noticed my dog just poo-ed on it
Oh…..
What a typical Saturday
And so I continued my way to class
And got reprimanded by my teacher
For not practising
Again
Oh……
What a typical Saturday
Coming back from class
I changed into my sports attire
And headed for school
For Sports Day
It was so incredibly hot
And I was so exhausted by the time I got back
Oh…….
What a typical Saturday
Changing into a fresh new tee
And a clean jeans shorts
I barely gulped down two mouthfuls of rice
And a horn was already blasting outside my house
Signaling tuition
Oh……
What a typical Saturday
Oh, Saturday
Do I love thee?
His voice was like honey and velvet.
Okay, the school would probably kill me if they found me writing this, but they had totally went over the top. Totally ABSURD.
Last Sunday, during assembly, Pn. Norlela showed us a Gaza War Powerpoint and video. I never knew she was an emotional person (well, she isn’t, I think, since she’s so garang all the time) until she cried. She REALLY cried. That was when she reached the “Manakah saudara-saudara kita? Manakah mereka apabila kita perlu pertolongan mereka?” And then her voice broke and she had to stop between words to speak coherently.
I was like, oh no, and felt quite sorry for her and the victims of the war -because it was a cruel and gruesome war, what with the beheading of the Palestinian children- but then it all evaporated into thin air together with her last sentence.
“Marilah kita boikot produk-produk Amerika Syarikat untuk mengakhiri peperangan ini!“
Aku ternganga.
Boycott America products???
And then the school started giving out flyers listing out the things or places that we are not supposed to use or go.
Eg.
Things: Milo, Nokia, Sony Ericsson, Dutch Lady, Dell…
Places: McDonald’s, Tesco, KFC, Pizza Hut…
You might as well ask me to strip my whole house bare.
Huh. I thought boycotting was, like, haram.
Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
I’ve just viewed Jasmine’s blog and I can’t help admiring her writing. It really amazed me how fluent her sentences are, flawless, even. If only I could be like her. I feel so self-abased right now. T_T
Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck in a dark cloud, with the absence of my silver lining. Watching everyone float past me, on dazzling white clouds, towards success, leaving me stranded on the dark cloud, licking my own wounds. Somehow, I know I will never succeed, never achieve what I’ve always dreamt of, what with Life’s unhelpful interfering and my indifference towards my surroundings.
I want to escape, to my very own paradise, my haven, where nothing will ever bug me again. I want to lie down on the beach, bathing in the sun rays, feel the waves beat against my body; drifting towards Dreamland. I want to lost myself in my own sweet thoughts, tasting the sweetness, cancelling out all the bitter memories…
But no. I can’t even escape to Australia yet, so forget about Dreamland.
Lucky Natalie. I wish I could go with her to Melbourne, be it sooner or later, as long as I am going, to escape from all the complications here. Another privilege I get to enjoy at Australia: dropping BM. I find myself giving up on that subject already, hanging on a cobweb, dangling precariously, awaiting its inevitable fall.
Ciau, buds.
It was bad enough that my best friend was a werewolf. Did he have to be a monster, too?
(—–> Photos might come later. Sorry. 😉 <—–)
On the first day of Chinese New Year, my si pek (fourth uncle) brought us to his farm at Pokok Sena.
We gathered at his house at 6. Then, we -my si pek, Soo May, Hoon Jie Jie, Sean Jie Jie, Kevin Ko Ko and his wife -Wati, my mum, my si em (fourth aunt), my ta ku (first aunt) and I- set off in two cars, si pek’s jeep and Kevin Ko Ko’s BMW.
The journey took up 20 minutes. We had to drive through a small kampung in order to reach si pek’s farm.
Si pek’s farm consists of dragonfruit, papaya, mango, cempedak and jackfruit trees. He began this orchard business last year. I think.
We only got beyond the dragonfruit and papaya trees, as twilight (ironic, huh?) was approaching.
That’s si pek in the white shirt, standing in front of his dragonfruit orchard.
Dragonfruit orchard.
Dragonfruit tree.
Hoon Jie Jie and a dragonfruit tree.
First stage of the dragonfruit.
Second stage.
Third stage: nearly riped.
After that, we proceeded to the papaya orchard, quite difficultly as the grass there was knee-length high and unkept.
“The Long and Winding Road” -David Archuleta. ^^
Papaya orchard.
A papaya tree.
The tree with the most papayas.
I was really surprised when I saw the papaya trees in si pek’s orchard. They were exploding with papayas! Si pek explained that an average papaya tree is supposed to be like that, its fruits are bore from the top till the bottom. That really sent me WOW-ing.
Besides, si pek also plans to plant his trees 100% organic. Kudos!
Si pek handing freshly plucked papayas.
Papaya plucked by si pek.
Owh, bitten by birds.
Me plucking a papaya! Yay!
After that, we headed to si pek’s mini house not far from the orchard.
Lovely house on the hill.
Exterior of the house.
Si pek plans to set up a homestay somewhere near his farm. I couldn’t help but agree that this would be a lucrative business as the surroundings there are calm and peaceful, far from urbanity.
All in all, it was a pretty great visit, and I gained a bountiful of experiences. I plan to come back to this haven someday, when I get the opportunity.
p/s. The papayas are sooooo sweet! Boo to pesticides and whatever chemicals injected into the fruits.
michelle teoh 