since its been awhile, I can't be bothered to look for my old beat up calendar to look at the dates, so lets assume this pathetic little entry will make up for the fact that I've been gone for so long...
Wow, its been awhile since I've written any of these "journal entries" I can virtually blow virtual cobwebs of my virtual desk where I write these virtual entries.
I have been uncharacteristically busy these past few weeks, preparing for my much awaited, Confirmation. It was a sunny Sunday morning when I reached the church of Jesus Caritas in Kepong to finalize my rite of Confirmation. As part of the dress code, I was (forced, threatened, pushed into) wearing a withe blouse and white skirt.Nothing much to say about the act of Confirming but the pizza party we had later was really fun.
My classmates (from Sunday school) and I congregated at the house of my Sunday school teacher as she had invited us over to commemorate our last day as the Form 5 class of 2012, and what a fantastic party it was. I will not bore my readers with details to the party (well, more of, after typing three essays, I am a little sick of looking at this blasted keyboard) so I will sign off early today (don't I always)
Have an amazing week people, ciao
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Childhood Fears
I was a simple child, lived in Klang for two years before I got my first asthma attack, forcing my family to move to my dad's hometown in Kota Bahru, Kelantan where i would be safe from contaminated air. There I spent my days lying on the floor or watching my grandmother expertly push a needle through pieces of fabric to create a beautiful garment or watch her talk to her friends in the unique Kelantanese slang that until today I can barely grasp. It was not like I feared many things besides the prospect of a cane coming into contact with my skin but seeing as I am unable to fill up a whole essay just typing about my hatred for those canes I have no choice but to reach deep down to access my fears, so I will tell a few tales of fear from my childhood.
One of my fears used to be of dolls, and no, not those overly superficial barbie dolls that are a girl's dream toy at Christmas, but those dolls that had babyish features, the ones with pale white skin, straight midnight black hair and giant eyes that close when you place them lying down. This fear began when I received one of these dolls from an aunt, it was a beautiful doll with ghostly white skin, shoulder length straight hair and big brown eyes, dressed in a plain blue kimono. Being the good girl I was, I accepted the doll gratefully and played with it till I had to sleep. I put the doll on a shelf opposite my bed and shut my eyes. I realized I couldn't sleep with the doll staring at me so I put it into a cupboard and shut my eyes again. Not long after that, I woke up with the creepy feeling of being watched and looked around in the dark room, only to see the moonlight casting a soft glow on the doll through the window. Perhaps it was just my over-imaginative mind playing tricks on me, because I saw the eyes of the doll staring straight at me, with its smile forever etched on its face, it looked really evil and the fact that it was out of the cupboard creeped me out a lot more. I threw a pillow at it so that it fell to the floor and went back to sleep. In the morning, I saw its overly happy face staring straight into my eyes. Needless to say, I screamed and jumped off my bed and ran straight into my parents' room crying about an evil doll that wanted to make me its slave.
Next, for awhile, I was very afraid of small holes, like the kind you find on sponges or rotting wood. I could not understand why, but one day, as I was helping my mother wash the dishes, I looked at the sponge, as I stared at the innocent looking holes, I felt goosebumps and felt a shiver run up my spine. It wasn't like I imagines little things in there that were waiting to take over the world, no it was more like, I was scared because I couldn't imagine anything. The little holes were like gateways to the unknown, things I'd never seen before or even thought about, all the endless possibilities that could emerge from the little holes, all because I could not thing of them.
Lastly, I was always afraid of the dark. It wasn't like I saw anything in the dark, but more like my mind would just come up with the worst scenario suddenly and I'd end up scaring myself. The fact that one could never be sure of what you would find in the dark made this situation even worse for me. It was normal to see me scurrying to my parent's room after scaring the soul out of myself and taking comfort in the warmth they provided me. I would put up a brave front for my siblings when they asked me to accompany them to the bathroom, but the wait that would last about 3 minutes or so, I would have imagined how a robber or murderer would break int the house at that very moment just to kill me, or how the creeping darkness would extend its claws to grab me and drag me past the point of no return.
As you can tell, I am quite a cowardly person, my over imaginative mind tends to cause a lot of problems for me, although many of my most creative stories stem from it, many of my fears tend to be caused by it as well.
One of my fears used to be of dolls, and no, not those overly superficial barbie dolls that are a girl's dream toy at Christmas, but those dolls that had babyish features, the ones with pale white skin, straight midnight black hair and giant eyes that close when you place them lying down. This fear began when I received one of these dolls from an aunt, it was a beautiful doll with ghostly white skin, shoulder length straight hair and big brown eyes, dressed in a plain blue kimono. Being the good girl I was, I accepted the doll gratefully and played with it till I had to sleep. I put the doll on a shelf opposite my bed and shut my eyes. I realized I couldn't sleep with the doll staring at me so I put it into a cupboard and shut my eyes again. Not long after that, I woke up with the creepy feeling of being watched and looked around in the dark room, only to see the moonlight casting a soft glow on the doll through the window. Perhaps it was just my over-imaginative mind playing tricks on me, because I saw the eyes of the doll staring straight at me, with its smile forever etched on its face, it looked really evil and the fact that it was out of the cupboard creeped me out a lot more. I threw a pillow at it so that it fell to the floor and went back to sleep. In the morning, I saw its overly happy face staring straight into my eyes. Needless to say, I screamed and jumped off my bed and ran straight into my parents' room crying about an evil doll that wanted to make me its slave.
Next, for awhile, I was very afraid of small holes, like the kind you find on sponges or rotting wood. I could not understand why, but one day, as I was helping my mother wash the dishes, I looked at the sponge, as I stared at the innocent looking holes, I felt goosebumps and felt a shiver run up my spine. It wasn't like I imagines little things in there that were waiting to take over the world, no it was more like, I was scared because I couldn't imagine anything. The little holes were like gateways to the unknown, things I'd never seen before or even thought about, all the endless possibilities that could emerge from the little holes, all because I could not thing of them.
Lastly, I was always afraid of the dark. It wasn't like I saw anything in the dark, but more like my mind would just come up with the worst scenario suddenly and I'd end up scaring myself. The fact that one could never be sure of what you would find in the dark made this situation even worse for me. It was normal to see me scurrying to my parent's room after scaring the soul out of myself and taking comfort in the warmth they provided me. I would put up a brave front for my siblings when they asked me to accompany them to the bathroom, but the wait that would last about 3 minutes or so, I would have imagined how a robber or murderer would break int the house at that very moment just to kill me, or how the creeping darkness would extend its claws to grab me and drag me past the point of no return.
As you can tell, I am quite a cowardly person, my over imaginative mind tends to cause a lot of problems for me, although many of my most creative stories stem from it, many of my fears tend to be caused by it as well.
Monday, 16 July 2012
Discrimination Lives Within Us
One may argue that, today's world is perfect, any able-thinking human being would be able to see, plain as daylight that our so called 'perfect' world is not, in fact without flaw. One of the most obvious social issue that is present in every society is, discrimination. No matter how much we would like to deny it, acts of discrimination are being performed unknowingly despite the belief that we are superior, without flaws and able to think above our Neanderthal ancestors. In spite of this, we are still unable to overlook our differences, this results in petty problems that benefits neither party. Discrimination has many forms, for example, discrimination can be done based on racial differences, skin colour, appearance, religion, sexual orientation, social status, economic background the list goes on.
Case in point, one of the most obvious forms of discriminations is the act of discriminating against other races. This form of discrimination is described as being prejudiced against others solely based on their race this can also be a form of discrimination based on skin colour. People are more prone to discriminate based on skin colour because, it is a daily occurrence in our lives, namely, since we were young, perhaps our parents told us to stay away from other races due to their overprotective nature. Even as we grow with age and our mind matures, we will still have that inkling at the back of our minds to stay away or avoid people of certain race or skin tone.
Next, we have religious discrimination. This seems to be one of the biggest controversies in our country where every individual has the right to practice his or her own faith and beliefs, as it says in our Constitution. However, with all this freedom there are certain consequences, namely differences in religious beliefs have caused a sort of divide between the people of this nation.
A rising problem of discrimination in today's modern world is the act of discriminating another individual based on their sexual orientation, namely the gays and lesbians. These individuals are constantly under the media's eyes and are usually persecuted by others. These people are judged to be unclean especially in the eyes of most religions. They are denied most human rights, such as the right to adopt a child, not because they are unfit to care for a child, others believe that just because a child grows up with two mother or two fathers instead of the usual white picket fence family with one father and a mother, they will grow up "wrong" in their society.
The next form of discrimination is the type that one may see in big corporations where an individual has to climb up the ladder to succeed. In most white collar jobs, the discrimination against women is somewhat prominent. This is because most employers believe that a woman is too troublesome to hire, because a woman has the ability to get pregnant, this causes productivity to suffer when said pregnant women take their maternity leave. People are also under the impression that a woman is unable to do most of the things that men can do, namely physical labour. This creates a glass barrier for women, as the most they can do is reach this barrier and stay under it because they are unfit to exceed it.
Therefore, our world is hardly perfect. We as human beings, thought to be the peak of evolution are unable to look past petty differences, instead we pick at those differences until it becomes an issue and cause difficulties for other, in short, we seem to enjoy making a mountain out of a molehill. We should instead be ready to embrace the fact that we are all unique, and not everybody can be like us, we must be prepared to love our fellow man for as William Gladstone once said, "We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know peace"
Case in point, one of the most obvious forms of discriminations is the act of discriminating against other races. This form of discrimination is described as being prejudiced against others solely based on their race this can also be a form of discrimination based on skin colour. People are more prone to discriminate based on skin colour because, it is a daily occurrence in our lives, namely, since we were young, perhaps our parents told us to stay away from other races due to their overprotective nature. Even as we grow with age and our mind matures, we will still have that inkling at the back of our minds to stay away or avoid people of certain race or skin tone.
Next, we have religious discrimination. This seems to be one of the biggest controversies in our country where every individual has the right to practice his or her own faith and beliefs, as it says in our Constitution. However, with all this freedom there are certain consequences, namely differences in religious beliefs have caused a sort of divide between the people of this nation.
A rising problem of discrimination in today's modern world is the act of discriminating another individual based on their sexual orientation, namely the gays and lesbians. These individuals are constantly under the media's eyes and are usually persecuted by others. These people are judged to be unclean especially in the eyes of most religions. They are denied most human rights, such as the right to adopt a child, not because they are unfit to care for a child, others believe that just because a child grows up with two mother or two fathers instead of the usual white picket fence family with one father and a mother, they will grow up "wrong" in their society.
The next form of discrimination is the type that one may see in big corporations where an individual has to climb up the ladder to succeed. In most white collar jobs, the discrimination against women is somewhat prominent. This is because most employers believe that a woman is too troublesome to hire, because a woman has the ability to get pregnant, this causes productivity to suffer when said pregnant women take their maternity leave. People are also under the impression that a woman is unable to do most of the things that men can do, namely physical labour. This creates a glass barrier for women, as the most they can do is reach this barrier and stay under it because they are unfit to exceed it.
Therefore, our world is hardly perfect. We as human beings, thought to be the peak of evolution are unable to look past petty differences, instead we pick at those differences until it becomes an issue and cause difficulties for other, in short, we seem to enjoy making a mountain out of a molehill. We should instead be ready to embrace the fact that we are all unique, and not everybody can be like us, we must be prepared to love our fellow man for as William Gladstone once said, "We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know peace"
Monday, 11 June 2012
journal entry 13
Entry for English Class - June - week 19
Well, my cyber pals, I am back from Penang!! And I have to say, all those people who talk about Penang being one of the best destinations for food lovers (i.e me) SPEAK NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH!!!! Although I wasn't able to try out the famous Char Kuey Teow from what I could smell, the aroma was nothing short of exquisite. The view in Penang was beautiful too, sunny beaches, various tourists, array of shops as far as the eye could see, a true paradise.
While my three day stay there was magnificent, I'm afraid I have nothing much to say, as my days were filled with mindless frolicking on the beach and deep sessions that touched my heart, so I'll end it here, Alla prossima volta (until next time) my wonderful friends
Well, my cyber pals, I am back from Penang!! And I have to say, all those people who talk about Penang being one of the best destinations for food lovers (i.e me) SPEAK NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH!!!! Although I wasn't able to try out the famous Char Kuey Teow from what I could smell, the aroma was nothing short of exquisite. The view in Penang was beautiful too, sunny beaches, various tourists, array of shops as far as the eye could see, a true paradise.
While my three day stay there was magnificent, I'm afraid I have nothing much to say, as my days were filled with mindless frolicking on the beach and deep sessions that touched my heart, so I'll end it here, Alla prossima volta (until next time) my wonderful friends
Journal entry 12
Entry for English class - June - week 18 & 19
Well, it's been so long since I've even visited this blog, with my exams for two weeks and my holidays, I am finally taking the initiative to write this post during the holidays...(holiday happiness is starting to get to my head, I'm almost becoming diligent...well, "almost")
Since this is an impromptu post, I really have nothing much to talk about besides my most recent trip to Malacca from the 1st of June till the 4th of June.
I joined this trip because it was held by my Church Youth Commitee, KAYM. It was a four day long trip with the theme 'Placing God First' and boy, was it an amazing trip.
It started in the afternoon, we were to gather at the church (well, more of a chapel actually) by 2:30 p.m. And took a 3 hour long bus ride to a well established Christian sanctuary appropriately named, 'El Sanctuary'.
The area was nothing short of breath-taking, nature all around, plenty of open space and many friendly dogs just waiting for a pat on the head and some playful marshmallow chasing, a true sanctuary. The sanctuary was managed by a kind family who have made it their lives to run the place. The sessions we attended were very informative and group sharing really made me think and look into my heart for the answers. The food, as was expected, was magnificent, being to many camps, most of my most dreaded experiences tend to happen because of the food, imagine my surprise when the most tantalizing of aromas wafted in to the hall when the facilitators opened the doors to inform us the food was ready.
I spent many nights in the air conditioned hall just sitting and talking to my friends about our lives and comparing jokes (some of which were a little...racist) haha, but nobody got offended.
It was an amazing trip filled with fun, merry-making, information, and many new friends well, my diligence has run out, hopefully the next time I update will be after my trip to penang for another camp, so till then, 'Arrivederci alla prossima volta' (goodbye, until next time (Italian (because it is one of my favorite languages)))
p.s. just a note, i actually wrote this entry beforehand but did not get a chance to post it xD
p.s. just a note, i actually wrote this entry beforehand but did not get a chance to post it xD
Sunday, 6 May 2012
journal entry 11
Entry for English Class - May - week 14 & 15
Exams are almost here!! As I type out this entry, I realise that this is my last stress free weekend for the next THREE weeks as I will be facing one of all teenagers' fiercest adversaries...MIDTERMS. Oh, just the thought of that word and the three weeks of torture that are sure to come with it makes my skin crawl. The shiver that runs up my spine is, discomforting to say the least...
Moreover, the moment I go home, I'm going to have to rush through my add math and moral projects. Now, we were given at least a month for this Add Math project (well, I think its more like a couple of weeks, but I'll round off the number to make my life easier) and more than a couple of months for the Moral project. Now, to any sensible homo sapien, this seems like plenty of time to finish these projects. However, keep in mind, I am still a teenager, meaning, I have mastered the skill of 'procrastinating' (I'm not saying all teenagers are like me, but you have to admit...most of us are like this...) so I have to rush through another project...again (One would think I would have learned my lesson after so many times, oh well...)
Well, seeing as I do not want to prolong this entry any longer, as I want to occupy the remaining time I have procrastinating till I have to stay up till very early in the morning finishing up my projects... Cheerio, my good people. Till next time.
Exams are almost here!! As I type out this entry, I realise that this is my last stress free weekend for the next THREE weeks as I will be facing one of all teenagers' fiercest adversaries...MIDTERMS. Oh, just the thought of that word and the three weeks of torture that are sure to come with it makes my skin crawl. The shiver that runs up my spine is, discomforting to say the least...
Moreover, the moment I go home, I'm going to have to rush through my add math and moral projects. Now, we were given at least a month for this Add Math project (well, I think its more like a couple of weeks, but I'll round off the number to make my life easier) and more than a couple of months for the Moral project. Now, to any sensible homo sapien, this seems like plenty of time to finish these projects. However, keep in mind, I am still a teenager, meaning, I have mastered the skill of 'procrastinating' (I'm not saying all teenagers are like me, but you have to admit...most of us are like this...) so I have to rush through another project...again (One would think I would have learned my lesson after so many times, oh well...)
Well, seeing as I do not want to prolong this entry any longer, as I want to occupy the remaining time I have procrastinating till I have to stay up till very early in the morning finishing up my projects... Cheerio, my good people. Till next time.
Dear Editor
Dear editor,
In this multicultural country that we live in, one will most definitely encounter many facets of our colourful society. Be that as it may, I am not addressing this letter to you so as to rave about our cultural differences. Instead, I wish to highlight on a few 'unique' Malaysian behaviors that have been practically indoctrinated here. While many advertise our beloved country as the perfect tropical getaway, by highlighting mostly on the good aspects of Malaysians, we must acknowledge that there are still many social problems that have yet to be established as well as a few unacceptable behaviours that are portrayed by some Malaysians.
One of the daily problems that I have encountered is the inability to obey the law when it comes to parking. Now, some may have to resort to illegal parking when they have no other choice, now although it is illegal, it can be acceptable if the driver parks his/her car in a fashion that does not disrupt traffic or causes any inconvenience to other road users. However, many cases of illegal parking i.e. especially double or triple parking, are mostly caused by the driver's inconsideration to others. For example, the roads outside most schools tend to get very congested when it is time for the students to be picked up. Normally, it is understandable if many parents come at once, however, the situation nowadays is that parents have become selfish, they are unwilling to drive a few inches in front so that they do not block the traffic, instead they want to be in front of the gate, going to the extent of double or triple parking just to be in front of the gate. This act of selfishness will be inculcated by their children, making this an endless cycle of selfish drivers who park where they want, when they want without considering others.
Next, many Malaysians have no problem with littering even if the next dustbin is only a few steps away. This paints a very unsightly picture for the eyes of visitors. While a few locals do not mind the overwhelming stench of garbage as they are used to it, visitors from other countries, especially Europe where hygiene is of the utmost priority, will be appalled by the amount of rubbish littered on sidewalks and other public places, where uncleared produces a foul odour. Many Malaysians also have no issue with spitting. Perhaps it is acceptable to spit on dirt roads or the like, but I have personally seen, a bunch of youngsters spitting on the floor of a cafe in an established shopping mall. This crude behaviour is to a point, disgusting and should not be done in public places as it is also quite a self-centered behaviour.
Furthermore, many youths today are quite self-centered. Just the other day, it was quite busy in the subway as I waited for my train. Many people were lining up to get onto the subway train when the person in front of me suddenly stopped to talk to her 'friend' causing the whole line to stop. When I tried to politely ask her and her friend to give way, they had the audacity to turn up their noses at me and continue talking in the middle of the road. As I was desperate to not miss the last train, I had to resort to 'inconspicuously' shove them aside, causing them to give me a dirty look, which I cared not about.
These issues that I have highlighted are only the tip of the iceberg of rude behaviour in our country. As a fellow human, I am aware that it is imposibble for anyone to be perfect, this does not mean we have an excuse to be inconsiderate to others. I do not ask others so force themselves to be perfect, I merely request that we display a basic level of courtesy in our daily lives.
In this multicultural country that we live in, one will most definitely encounter many facets of our colourful society. Be that as it may, I am not addressing this letter to you so as to rave about our cultural differences. Instead, I wish to highlight on a few 'unique' Malaysian behaviors that have been practically indoctrinated here. While many advertise our beloved country as the perfect tropical getaway, by highlighting mostly on the good aspects of Malaysians, we must acknowledge that there are still many social problems that have yet to be established as well as a few unacceptable behaviours that are portrayed by some Malaysians.
One of the daily problems that I have encountered is the inability to obey the law when it comes to parking. Now, some may have to resort to illegal parking when they have no other choice, now although it is illegal, it can be acceptable if the driver parks his/her car in a fashion that does not disrupt traffic or causes any inconvenience to other road users. However, many cases of illegal parking i.e. especially double or triple parking, are mostly caused by the driver's inconsideration to others. For example, the roads outside most schools tend to get very congested when it is time for the students to be picked up. Normally, it is understandable if many parents come at once, however, the situation nowadays is that parents have become selfish, they are unwilling to drive a few inches in front so that they do not block the traffic, instead they want to be in front of the gate, going to the extent of double or triple parking just to be in front of the gate. This act of selfishness will be inculcated by their children, making this an endless cycle of selfish drivers who park where they want, when they want without considering others.
Next, many Malaysians have no problem with littering even if the next dustbin is only a few steps away. This paints a very unsightly picture for the eyes of visitors. While a few locals do not mind the overwhelming stench of garbage as they are used to it, visitors from other countries, especially Europe where hygiene is of the utmost priority, will be appalled by the amount of rubbish littered on sidewalks and other public places, where uncleared produces a foul odour. Many Malaysians also have no issue with spitting. Perhaps it is acceptable to spit on dirt roads or the like, but I have personally seen, a bunch of youngsters spitting on the floor of a cafe in an established shopping mall. This crude behaviour is to a point, disgusting and should not be done in public places as it is also quite a self-centered behaviour.
Furthermore, many youths today are quite self-centered. Just the other day, it was quite busy in the subway as I waited for my train. Many people were lining up to get onto the subway train when the person in front of me suddenly stopped to talk to her 'friend' causing the whole line to stop. When I tried to politely ask her and her friend to give way, they had the audacity to turn up their noses at me and continue talking in the middle of the road. As I was desperate to not miss the last train, I had to resort to 'inconspicuously' shove them aside, causing them to give me a dirty look, which I cared not about.
These issues that I have highlighted are only the tip of the iceberg of rude behaviour in our country. As a fellow human, I am aware that it is imposibble for anyone to be perfect, this does not mean we have an excuse to be inconsiderate to others. I do not ask others so force themselves to be perfect, I merely request that we display a basic level of courtesy in our daily lives.
Sunday, 22 April 2012
journal entry 10
Entry for English Class - April - week 12 & 13
Hello my dear readers!!! (no matter how few you may be) another joint entry from me for last week and this week.
Last week pretty uneventful for me as nothing important happened...well I don't think anything happened...oh well.
Now *cracking fingers* allow me to type all about this slightly-more-eventful-week of my life. First things first, last Tuesday, i.e. 17th of April was my Dad's birthday, the special day was celebrated much like every other birthday in my family, i.e. spent the day together and had cake at night with all the other customers, this year, my dad had to blow out the candles of FIVE different cakes, four of which were brought in by some of our regulars.
On Wednesday, I spent my time making beaded turtles...boring, however, I couldn't allow this boring day to get me down as I realised that this Saturday, my friends from the Science and Maths club and I were going to spend half a day in FRIM (for those of you who may not be aware, this stands for Forest Research Institute of Malaysia) Let me cut the week short by retelling the events of the trip to you...well, the parts I can remember at least.
To cut the story short, I fell asleep on the bus ; breathed in a lungful of fresh air when I got out of the bus ; listened to our guide, Dino talk about wild boars and how cute they were...or something like that.
Saw giant fish, appropriately dubbed, Arapaima Gigas, with scales the colour of the midnight sky that were bordered by deep gold lines on a streamline body ; scared my friend by telling her if I pushed her in it would swallow her in one gulp, the usual.
During the jungle trek, I was busy scribbling notes to be written into an essay (because Pn Lim S.K. said so...) on a sorry excuse of paper, crumpled from being stuffed into my pocket so that I could whip out my camera (which I "borrowed") from my parents' shop...
Next came the canopy walk...I almost died on the path to the path towards the canopy walk...I thought the first part was Hell, till I reached the second part, a practically straight up path, 500 meters above ground, I wanted to give up halfway, but through sheer willpower (actually, I just wasn't able to go back down as it was a one way road) I made it to the top, and my, was it worth it, the fresh air blowing into my face and the wonderful view below me. It was funny really, I hate climbing but I love being high above ground. Getting down was a lot easier but it started to drizzle on our way down. We had lunch and I was a bit upset that we were not able to make it for a tour of FRIM's, Wood Museum. oh well, when we got back, I managed to do some of my school projects with a few friends. Then I went back to the shop, where I literally passed out on the couch.
Well, this entry is a bit rushed and somewhat vague, but since I'm going to type out my essay soon, I don't want to make myself redundant...to myself, oh well, till next time, ciao.
Hello my dear readers!!! (no matter how few you may be) another joint entry from me for last week and this week.
Last week pretty uneventful for me as nothing important happened...well I don't think anything happened...oh well.
Now *cracking fingers* allow me to type all about this slightly-more-eventful-week of my life. First things first, last Tuesday, i.e. 17th of April was my Dad's birthday, the special day was celebrated much like every other birthday in my family, i.e. spent the day together and had cake at night with all the other customers, this year, my dad had to blow out the candles of FIVE different cakes, four of which were brought in by some of our regulars.
On Wednesday, I spent my time making beaded turtles...boring, however, I couldn't allow this boring day to get me down as I realised that this Saturday, my friends from the Science and Maths club and I were going to spend half a day in FRIM (for those of you who may not be aware, this stands for Forest Research Institute of Malaysia) Let me cut the week short by retelling the events of the trip to you...well, the parts I can remember at least.
To cut the story short, I fell asleep on the bus ; breathed in a lungful of fresh air when I got out of the bus ; listened to our guide, Dino talk about wild boars and how cute they were...or something like that.
Saw giant fish, appropriately dubbed, Arapaima Gigas, with scales the colour of the midnight sky that were bordered by deep gold lines on a streamline body ; scared my friend by telling her if I pushed her in it would swallow her in one gulp, the usual.
During the jungle trek, I was busy scribbling notes to be written into an essay (because Pn Lim S.K. said so...) on a sorry excuse of paper, crumpled from being stuffed into my pocket so that I could whip out my camera (which I "borrowed") from my parents' shop...
Next came the canopy walk...I almost died on the path to the path towards the canopy walk...I thought the first part was Hell, till I reached the second part, a practically straight up path, 500 meters above ground, I wanted to give up halfway, but through sheer willpower (actually, I just wasn't able to go back down as it was a one way road) I made it to the top, and my, was it worth it, the fresh air blowing into my face and the wonderful view below me. It was funny really, I hate climbing but I love being high above ground. Getting down was a lot easier but it started to drizzle on our way down. We had lunch and I was a bit upset that we were not able to make it for a tour of FRIM's, Wood Museum. oh well, when we got back, I managed to do some of my school projects with a few friends. Then I went back to the shop, where I literally passed out on the couch.
Well, this entry is a bit rushed and somewhat vague, but since I'm going to type out my essay soon, I don't want to make myself redundant...to myself, oh well, till next time, ciao.
Friday, 6 April 2012
journal entry 09
Entry for English Class - March & April - week 9, 10, 11
Well, seeing as I am once again, LATE for another three entries, why don't I lump everything together for a post...I don't see the problem with it as all three will probably say the same things, i.e nothing eventful, my life is quite boring, and all that nonsense that will in the end lead up to another sorry excuse for a half-past-six blog post.
This week, I was faced with a huge problem, one that I really wish I could avoid, alas, my duty to my classmates has proven to be more important than my fear of 'hard-work'. Anyway, to elaborate on the statement as most reading this post are probably unaware of my plight, I have been assigned the "wondrous" duty of mass producing 3D bead animals to be sold. Before you get ahead of yourself and wonder if this is some sort of dreamy student's way of getting rich, well, it's not...I am bearing the weight of this responsibility as my way of contributing to the class, as all the proceeds will be used to pay for our class' spread in this year's NOSTALGIA (school magazine/yearbook thing...) issue.
Now, why would a student have to go to such great pains to earn money for a magazine? you ask, after all, one or two pages in the magazine couldn't possibly cost that much, right? Well, no...you must understand that my class is full of ambitious people, said people seem to think money grows on trees and requested, not one, not two or three but FOUR, FOUR pages in the magazine, not only that, but they want four COLOURED pages!!
I, for the life of me, am unable to comprehend why you even need or want to spend money on PAGES in a BOOK...nor can I understand the need for FOUR pages in said book!! Seeing as I am uncertain of who these 'ambitious' people are, I will refrain from pointing any fingers, but I do have my own thoughts about who they may be.
Now, after jobs were assigned to some people, I had to face yet another predicament, beads...Where was I going to get enough beads for the project ( I am not praising my creations, but I must admit, many people have already offered to buy the products of my blood and sweat, so I know they will be a hit) I was told that the beads were to be bought from Ipoh as one of the people in charge was going there on Saturday. I thought that everything was settled, all I had to do was organize meetings with the other helpers to make sure that the products could be ready on time. Life seemed to be having fun throwing stones on my path, that Saturday, I received a call from the person who was to buy the beads...They were expensive....well, I knew that beads were not easy to get and the price for them was quite high, which is why I told them that the cost of the beaded animals was quite high as well. With all the problems that emerged, today I am still deprived of the beads for the project. Not only that, these problems have screwed up my schedule for the Children's Labour Beading Camp ( the name some customers at my parent's shop have graciously bestowed on the meetings soon to be held there between my classmates and I to make the animals)
As I end this journal entry, I am quite glad to say that it is a whole lot longer than what I thought it was going to be. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, let's hope I get the beads quickly so I can start filling out the orders before a riot breaks out with student screaming, "Where is my PENGUIN?!!"
Cheers
Well, seeing as I am once again, LATE for another three entries, why don't I lump everything together for a post...I don't see the problem with it as all three will probably say the same things, i.e nothing eventful, my life is quite boring, and all that nonsense that will in the end lead up to another sorry excuse for a half-past-six blog post.
This week, I was faced with a huge problem, one that I really wish I could avoid, alas, my duty to my classmates has proven to be more important than my fear of 'hard-work'. Anyway, to elaborate on the statement as most reading this post are probably unaware of my plight, I have been assigned the "wondrous" duty of mass producing 3D bead animals to be sold. Before you get ahead of yourself and wonder if this is some sort of dreamy student's way of getting rich, well, it's not...I am bearing the weight of this responsibility as my way of contributing to the class, as all the proceeds will be used to pay for our class' spread in this year's NOSTALGIA (school magazine/yearbook thing...) issue.
Now, why would a student have to go to such great pains to earn money for a magazine? you ask, after all, one or two pages in the magazine couldn't possibly cost that much, right? Well, no...you must understand that my class is full of ambitious people, said people seem to think money grows on trees and requested, not one, not two or three but FOUR, FOUR pages in the magazine, not only that, but they want four COLOURED pages!!
I, for the life of me, am unable to comprehend why you even need or want to spend money on PAGES in a BOOK...nor can I understand the need for FOUR pages in said book!! Seeing as I am uncertain of who these 'ambitious' people are, I will refrain from pointing any fingers, but I do have my own thoughts about who they may be.
Now, after jobs were assigned to some people, I had to face yet another predicament, beads...Where was I going to get enough beads for the project ( I am not praising my creations, but I must admit, many people have already offered to buy the products of my blood and sweat, so I know they will be a hit) I was told that the beads were to be bought from Ipoh as one of the people in charge was going there on Saturday. I thought that everything was settled, all I had to do was organize meetings with the other helpers to make sure that the products could be ready on time. Life seemed to be having fun throwing stones on my path, that Saturday, I received a call from the person who was to buy the beads...They were expensive....well, I knew that beads were not easy to get and the price for them was quite high, which is why I told them that the cost of the beaded animals was quite high as well. With all the problems that emerged, today I am still deprived of the beads for the project. Not only that, these problems have screwed up my schedule for the Children's Labour Beading Camp ( the name some customers at my parent's shop have graciously bestowed on the meetings soon to be held there between my classmates and I to make the animals)
As I end this journal entry, I am quite glad to say that it is a whole lot longer than what I thought it was going to be. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, let's hope I get the beads quickly so I can start filling out the orders before a riot breaks out with student screaming, "Where is my PENGUIN?!!"
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Thursday, 22 March 2012
Journal entry 08
-Entry for English Class - March 2012 - week 8
Another overdue entry, sadly, my diligence in updating this blog has decreased greatly and I am now combating the symptoms of laziness. I will do my best to win the battle and maybe I can update this blog more frequently like I'm supposed to. It has been a dull week so far, nothing but the horrors of getting back my test scores. I'm happy that I managed to "pass" my add math test but overall, my results are nothing short of disappointing.
Well, I guess that's it for this post…till the next one I guess...
Another overdue entry, sadly, my diligence in updating this blog has decreased greatly and I am now combating the symptoms of laziness. I will do my best to win the battle and maybe I can update this blog more frequently like I'm supposed to. It has been a dull week so far, nothing but the horrors of getting back my test scores. I'm happy that I managed to "pass" my add math test but overall, my results are nothing short of disappointing.
Well, I guess that's it for this post…till the next one I guess...
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Journal entry 07
-Entry for English Class - March 2012 - week 7
Well, a late entry this week...First things first, exams, are....OVER!!!!!
Okay, now that I've successfully let out that exclamation of joy, lets get back to the events which happened this week. Well, this week, I'm free from having to lug my heavy backpack to school, so that's always a wonderful experience.
And this week, I was blessed with the opportunity to take part in a special event called, 'Compassion Walk'. For those of you who are unaware of this amazing event which is held annually in many parts of the world during the season of lent(which is 40 weekdays from Ash Wednesday until Easter observed by Christians as a season of fasting and penitence in preparation for Easter.) and this event made its first appearance on Malaysian soil in the year 2011. Last year's theme was 'Remember Me' it was held by ASAYO(Archdiocese Single Adult And Youth Office) the venue was St John's Cathedral near Bukit Bintang. Sadly, I was too young to take part in the event last year as the minimum age is 17 years old. So, as I am finally allowed to take part, I rushed to write down my name on that registration form.
Compassion Walk this year was different from last year, because, last year youths went around feeding the hungry and giving out hugs, this year however, the theme was to 'Listen to 'that' voice' so, instead of giving out hugs, we lent a listening ear for the residents around the Port Klang residential area for the people to tell us their stories. Although I was excited at the beginning of the event especially after getting into my group, E66, things weren't looking up for us, after getting turned away from at least 4 houses (Klang people aren't the most open of people...) Those of us in group E66 were starting to lose our enthusiasm. We walked around aimlessly, tired and hungry, just hoping to use up the remaining 2 hours of our time we happened upon a house with a simple sign on it, 'EDUCARE' we hesitated to call upon the owner of the house as there were already other participants in the house, helping to pack the things in the house, they welcomed our help happily and we met the 'owner of the, store house apparently, Sister Mary Therese. She informed us of the role Educare played in that small area, they(other sisters of the faith and several willing volunteers from Klang) teach underprivileged children to master the English language as well as teaching them good moral values. As she told us about the plight of these children from broken homes, I couldn't help but shed a tear or two, thinking about how lucky I really was, after all, our parents and teachers can only teach us so much, witnessing it ourselves how these people get by with their lives practically in shambles is a real eye-opener and it made me realize how petty all my complaints were. Sister Mary Therese told us something that I will treasure, "God doesn't count the amount of praises you get, God counts the amount of love you share with people"
After that, we gathered in the hall to hear testimonials from other groups about how their day went, and I was happy to note, mine wasn't the only group who had a rough start but everything turned out great for everyone in the end.
Well, I guess that's it from me this week, Happy Holidays everyone!!! Remember, always live life to the fullest!
Well, a late entry this week...First things first, exams, are....OVER!!!!!
Okay, now that I've successfully let out that exclamation of joy, lets get back to the events which happened this week. Well, this week, I'm free from having to lug my heavy backpack to school, so that's always a wonderful experience.
And this week, I was blessed with the opportunity to take part in a special event called, 'Compassion Walk'. For those of you who are unaware of this amazing event which is held annually in many parts of the world during the season of lent(which is 40 weekdays from Ash Wednesday until Easter observed by Christians as a season of fasting and penitence in preparation for Easter.) and this event made its first appearance on Malaysian soil in the year 2011. Last year's theme was 'Remember Me' it was held by ASAYO(Archdiocese Single Adult And Youth Office) the venue was St John's Cathedral near Bukit Bintang. Sadly, I was too young to take part in the event last year as the minimum age is 17 years old. So, as I am finally allowed to take part, I rushed to write down my name on that registration form.
Compassion Walk this year was different from last year, because, last year youths went around feeding the hungry and giving out hugs, this year however, the theme was to 'Listen to 'that' voice' so, instead of giving out hugs, we lent a listening ear for the residents around the Port Klang residential area for the people to tell us their stories. Although I was excited at the beginning of the event especially after getting into my group, E66, things weren't looking up for us, after getting turned away from at least 4 houses (Klang people aren't the most open of people...) Those of us in group E66 were starting to lose our enthusiasm. We walked around aimlessly, tired and hungry, just hoping to use up the remaining 2 hours of our time we happened upon a house with a simple sign on it, 'EDUCARE' we hesitated to call upon the owner of the house as there were already other participants in the house, helping to pack the things in the house, they welcomed our help happily and we met the 'owner of the, store house apparently, Sister Mary Therese. She informed us of the role Educare played in that small area, they(other sisters of the faith and several willing volunteers from Klang) teach underprivileged children to master the English language as well as teaching them good moral values. As she told us about the plight of these children from broken homes, I couldn't help but shed a tear or two, thinking about how lucky I really was, after all, our parents and teachers can only teach us so much, witnessing it ourselves how these people get by with their lives practically in shambles is a real eye-opener and it made me realize how petty all my complaints were. Sister Mary Therese told us something that I will treasure, "God doesn't count the amount of praises you get, God counts the amount of love you share with people"
After that, we gathered in the hall to hear testimonials from other groups about how their day went, and I was happy to note, mine wasn't the only group who had a rough start but everything turned out great for everyone in the end.
Well, I guess that's it from me this week, Happy Holidays everyone!!! Remember, always live life to the fullest!
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Journal entry 06
-Entry for English Class - February 2012 - February week 5
Oh my, what an early entry! There must be some life changing event or something that could make, ME of all people do my homework (in this case, my journal entry) EARLY...! Alas, no such event occurred in my otherwise humdrum existence, I'm merely posting this midweek entry as my way to commemorate this 29th of February that only happens every four years. No, i was not kidnapped, and no this is not my kidnappers weird way of demanding a ransom through a journal entry.
Again, this week has been just as eventful as watching the grass grow, i.e., NOT eventful at all.
The only somewhat exciting thing that is going to happen this week, is...well, my trip to Genting Highland later tonight, at about 1 in the morning. Here's keeping my fingers crossed in the hopes that I will not be like a walking corpse in school tomorrow, and here's keeping my toes crossed too that I will not fall asleep during any of my lessons tomorrow.
I'll probably be running on sugar and caffeine tomorrow *sigh* Better stock up on sweets and coffee before the trip!
Well, my exams are next week, so I might not post an entry, so, till next time my cyber-pals!
Oh my, what an early entry! There must be some life changing event or something that could make, ME of all people do my homework (in this case, my journal entry) EARLY...! Alas, no such event occurred in my otherwise humdrum existence, I'm merely posting this midweek entry as my way to commemorate this 29th of February that only happens every four years. No, i was not kidnapped, and no this is not my kidnappers weird way of demanding a ransom through a journal entry.
Again, this week has been just as eventful as watching the grass grow, i.e., NOT eventful at all.
The only somewhat exciting thing that is going to happen this week, is...well, my trip to Genting Highland later tonight, at about 1 in the morning. Here's keeping my fingers crossed in the hopes that I will not be like a walking corpse in school tomorrow, and here's keeping my toes crossed too that I will not fall asleep during any of my lessons tomorrow.
I'll probably be running on sugar and caffeine tomorrow *sigh* Better stock up on sweets and coffee before the trip!
Well, my exams are next week, so I might not post an entry, so, till next time my cyber-pals!
Friday, 24 February 2012
Journal entry 05
-Entry for English Class - February 2012 - week 4
In the blink of an eye, a new week has passed and I once again find myself in front of the computer screen typing in a new entry for this week. well, first things first, I was finally able to make a little progress on the second act of my short story. The second act is turning out a lot longer than I first expected. This week's entry is going to be longer as my teacher has requested we document our feelings on the recent drama competition that was held in school.
I was informed by Carmen that even if I did not want to act in the drama, I had to take part in it's preparations. I informed her that I would help in making the props in the hopes that I need not do much other than making a few ornaments. Imagine my surprise when I was told that us "props people" needed to be part of the play, well, if you consider scurrying on the stage while carting back and forth cardboard props as being "part of the play", we even had to practice carrying the blocks of taped cardboard back and forth. I have to admit that, when I read the script for the fist time, i was unsure of how it related to the theme...the theme, which at this moment I am unable to recall... Anyway, the people involved in the props department are, Yi Lin, Hui Qing, Edalene, Vin Sze, Rachel, Chai Lee, Jia Hui, Huey Xia, and me had to attend most of the rehearsals to practice, bringing out the right props on the narrators cue.
During these somewhat impromptu rehearsals, I witnessed many things i.e., Carmen's exceptional patience when dealing with obstinate people, the acting potential of a few people, and many others. I was also finally able to use the idiom, "every ass likes to hear himself bray" to describe a certain someone whose identity I will not disclose as to protect said person's identity.
Well, after all the frustrations that came with preparations, it was finally the day of the competition. I could see a few actors tingling with excitement, others seemed somewhat fidgety, for me, it was the feeling of a thousand butterflies flitting happily in my stomach. Finally, with all my strength, i pushed my anxiety down and stood up, it was our turn to put on a show.
Everyone did their parts exceptionally well, but in my opinion, the evil mastermind (Zhi Hao) and his loyal subordinate (Wee Han) did the best at portraying their characters, providing light comic relief for the otherwise wordy plot, I forgot my part and managed to rush out to get back a machine from the stage before the actors started their scene, phew...but we did it, the show went smoothly without a hitch, well, aside from my mistake, but I salute the actors who managed to get on with the show without making any sign of their surprise on the extra prop on stage.
After the play, we walked back to class, amidst the chatter of students conversing with each other, i could not help but feel somewhat happy that I was able to be part of our class' production.
When we arrived in class, we had a quick photo shoot session with our beloved English teacher, Pn. Monica.
Well, that's it from me, another accomplished entry, Yay! Until the next entry, Cheers.
In the blink of an eye, a new week has passed and I once again find myself in front of the computer screen typing in a new entry for this week. well, first things first, I was finally able to make a little progress on the second act of my short story. The second act is turning out a lot longer than I first expected. This week's entry is going to be longer as my teacher has requested we document our feelings on the recent drama competition that was held in school.
I was informed by Carmen that even if I did not want to act in the drama, I had to take part in it's preparations. I informed her that I would help in making the props in the hopes that I need not do much other than making a few ornaments. Imagine my surprise when I was told that us "props people" needed to be part of the play, well, if you consider scurrying on the stage while carting back and forth cardboard props as being "part of the play", we even had to practice carrying the blocks of taped cardboard back and forth. I have to admit that, when I read the script for the fist time, i was unsure of how it related to the theme...the theme, which at this moment I am unable to recall... Anyway, the people involved in the props department are, Yi Lin, Hui Qing, Edalene, Vin Sze, Rachel, Chai Lee, Jia Hui, Huey Xia, and me had to attend most of the rehearsals to practice, bringing out the right props on the narrators cue.
During these somewhat impromptu rehearsals, I witnessed many things i.e., Carmen's exceptional patience when dealing with obstinate people, the acting potential of a few people, and many others. I was also finally able to use the idiom, "every ass likes to hear himself bray" to describe a certain someone whose identity I will not disclose as to protect said person's identity.
Well, after all the frustrations that came with preparations, it was finally the day of the competition. I could see a few actors tingling with excitement, others seemed somewhat fidgety, for me, it was the feeling of a thousand butterflies flitting happily in my stomach. Finally, with all my strength, i pushed my anxiety down and stood up, it was our turn to put on a show.
Everyone did their parts exceptionally well, but in my opinion, the evil mastermind (Zhi Hao) and his loyal subordinate (Wee Han) did the best at portraying their characters, providing light comic relief for the otherwise wordy plot, I forgot my part and managed to rush out to get back a machine from the stage before the actors started their scene, phew...but we did it, the show went smoothly without a hitch, well, aside from my mistake, but I salute the actors who managed to get on with the show without making any sign of their surprise on the extra prop on stage.
After the play, we walked back to class, amidst the chatter of students conversing with each other, i could not help but feel somewhat happy that I was able to be part of our class' production.
When we arrived in class, we had a quick photo shoot session with our beloved English teacher, Pn. Monica.
Well, that's it from me, another accomplished entry, Yay! Until the next entry, Cheers.
Friday, 17 February 2012
Journal entry 04
-Entry for English Class - February 2012 - week 3
Okay, a new week means a new entry, I decided to post this entry a little earlier than usual because...well, I'll probably forget to do it by tomorrow...so yeah...well, nothing much has happened this week either, I'm starting to see the rut I'm making with my not-so-interesting life.
I have encountered another obstacle in my quest to finish my five-chaptered short story, I am once again, devoid of any ideas on how to continue the second chapter of the story. All my wonderful ideas, out the window, I am left with little to none as to how I'm going to continue the course of event in the story! The unmarked piece of paper, staring mockingly at me as I twitch my hand that is holding my pencil, frustrated at the lack of progress I'm making. The first chapter came so easily, the ideas flowing like a rushing river, I could see the events unfolding behind my eyes as I struggled to pen down all the ideas on a piece of paper. Now, all I see is the emptiness of the paper, begging to be filled with tales of Adventure! Fantasy! And perhaps a little bit of romance? But no, the paper is now like a wanderer in the desert, parched for water as the sun continues to beat down unforgivingly, thirsty for ideas, trying to find even the smallest trickle of imagination in a dry riverbed.
Well, that was a little angsty wasn't it...well, perhaps I need to look harder for that little jolt of inspiration to make my imagination start spewing ideas again... Again, not much for this week either, but it's better than nothing after all...Happy Weekend everyone!!!
Okay, a new week means a new entry, I decided to post this entry a little earlier than usual because...well, I'll probably forget to do it by tomorrow...so yeah...well, nothing much has happened this week either, I'm starting to see the rut I'm making with my not-so-interesting life.
I have encountered another obstacle in my quest to finish my five-chaptered short story, I am once again, devoid of any ideas on how to continue the second chapter of the story. All my wonderful ideas, out the window, I am left with little to none as to how I'm going to continue the course of event in the story! The unmarked piece of paper, staring mockingly at me as I twitch my hand that is holding my pencil, frustrated at the lack of progress I'm making. The first chapter came so easily, the ideas flowing like a rushing river, I could see the events unfolding behind my eyes as I struggled to pen down all the ideas on a piece of paper. Now, all I see is the emptiness of the paper, begging to be filled with tales of Adventure! Fantasy! And perhaps a little bit of romance? But no, the paper is now like a wanderer in the desert, parched for water as the sun continues to beat down unforgivingly, thirsty for ideas, trying to find even the smallest trickle of imagination in a dry riverbed.
Well, that was a little angsty wasn't it...well, perhaps I need to look harder for that little jolt of inspiration to make my imagination start spewing ideas again... Again, not much for this week either, but it's better than nothing after all...Happy Weekend everyone!!!
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Journal entry 03
-Entry for English Class - February 2012 - week 2
Yay! We're almost halfway through February!! For this week, nothing much has occurred, except my current obsession for the anime, Hetalia, this anime was faced with my skepticism as I did not like the quality of the art, so I only just recently checked it out as I had nothing to do, although i was asked to check it out 4 months ago.
Aside from that, I have finally gotten over my severe writer's block and have come up (with the help of a few close friends) a new plot for my latest short story. The story will be littered with references from both Greek mythology and Japanese folklore, ah all the research I'll have to do...let's hope it will be worth it in the end. I have so far only managed to write the first chapter of the story, but its an improvement, a slow and steady improvement.
Well, there isn't really much to say, so I'll just end this sad excuse for a journal post here...
Yay! We're almost halfway through February!! For this week, nothing much has occurred, except my current obsession for the anime, Hetalia, this anime was faced with my skepticism as I did not like the quality of the art, so I only just recently checked it out as I had nothing to do, although i was asked to check it out 4 months ago.
Aside from that, I have finally gotten over my severe writer's block and have come up (with the help of a few close friends) a new plot for my latest short story. The story will be littered with references from both Greek mythology and Japanese folklore, ah all the research I'll have to do...let's hope it will be worth it in the end. I have so far only managed to write the first chapter of the story, but its an improvement, a slow and steady improvement.
Well, there isn't really much to say, so I'll just end this sad excuse for a journal post here...
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Article : Night Without End
Bloodshed at Greenland
By Lim Susan
It was by obligation that I accepted the job of tailing the Marines to the somewhat deserted area off the coast of Greenland, I was not very hopeful of any event that could spark my interest in that cold unforgiving place where the most I did, was sit huddled up in the bitter cold. Imagine my surprise to be able to witness such an amazing event. Despite the harsh weather, what happened at the glacier that day, I will not soon forget. It was a bad day, even by normal standards, our vision blurred by the falling snow, the wind howling in our ears, as I tried my best to not lose the Marines as we trudged through the thick snow that blanketed the ground, the biting cold constantly reminding me where we were, when suddenly, a few voices, shouting, could be heard over the howling sound of the wind, though for the life of me I could not make out their muffled words as it mixed with the howls of the wind, it did sound however, that they were non too pleased with one another. The marines did not seem to be at a lost on what to do, they started moving with the type of stealth that would take years to acquire, so as to not alert the others on our position, for fear that they were enemies. I could feel the suspense thick in the air, as my heart started to beat quickly, adrenaline rushing through my veins. From the coast, we saw about six or seven men that came from fishing boats carefully close in on the loud group as well, their shouts becoming clearer with every careful step. As we drew closer, I saw the faint silhouette of a man, closer still, we managed to see, he was in fact, holding a hostage, a young girl at gunpoint.
For a short moment, I allowed my confusion to take hold of me, I was only vaguely aware of the marine's mission to retrieve some highly classified item that I was unable to get any information on. Anyway, as we neared the man, the marines held their weapons to their sides, ready to take aim should the need for it arise, the others with the man seemed to have seen us, as they tried to alert the man of our presence, perhaps in hopes that he would be frightened and give up easily. The man turned quickly, and when he saw us, his personality changed from that of a calculated killer to a crazed madman. He started waving his arms in the air wildly, all the while shouting furiously at another man. In a fit of frustration, he pushed the girl into a tractor and jumped into the driving cabin of said tractor that somehow escaped my notice. Another man tried to halt his getaway but was shot in the arm by the panic-stricken man as he fired up the tractor and sped away.
I watched in horror as the other two men chased the tractor as it started to spin madly out of control in circles. The tractor suddenly started to slide backwards toward some rocks at an alarming speed. Before I was able to register anything in my mind, the tractor hit an ice hill and crashed into one of the biggest rocks. The passengers of the tractor fell into a deep crevasse just as the sound of planes could be heard over the howling wind. The two men who were chasing the tractor threw themselves onto the icy ground, just as the planes from above started shooting at the enemies. One of them jumped into the crevasse and all was silent for a moment, I dared not hope for the best when I caught sight of the other man's grim expression.
By some miraculous stroke of luck, a crew of men rushed over to the crevasse, I noticed that they were the same men I saw that came from the fishing boats, they worked quickly and were able to haul up the girl, who seemed albeit shaken from her ordeal. They threw down two more ropes into the crevasse, My heart started to beat quickly again as the suspense almost drove me mad, and I almost leapt for joy as the man who earlier jumped into the crevasse climbed out with what seemed like a battered radio under his arm. I watched as he looked into the crevasse, his expression could only be described as contempt, as he threw down a whole coil of rope into the crevasse, as the ice began to move and the crevasse was sealed.
Whatever happened that caused that amazing event to unfold, I will probably never know, but one thing is for sure, good triumphed evil that day. And the villain, met his untimely death, swallowed by the unforgiving ice, his story to remain forever a mystery.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Journal entry 02
-Entry for English Class - February 2012 - week 1
Wow, its already February, the month of Valentines and what not. Nothing much has happened so far except that this is the first of many journal entries to come that will be added weekly, as per the request *cough*demand*cough* of my English teacher. Again, as it is only the first week, it has been pretty uneventful, other than most of my classmates gearing up to prepare for the class drama which i personally want no part of, but i will be lending a hand in regards to providing supplies for some of the props.
Now I'm having two more days of holidays, to be filled with homework from school, working for my parents and of course preparation for my Confirmation in May.
Nothing much to be said, but here is my entry for week 1 of February, week 2 is right around the corner.
Wow, its already February, the month of Valentines and what not. Nothing much has happened so far except that this is the first of many journal entries to come that will be added weekly, as per the request *cough*demand*cough* of my English teacher. Again, as it is only the first week, it has been pretty uneventful, other than most of my classmates gearing up to prepare for the class drama which i personally want no part of, but i will be lending a hand in regards to providing supplies for some of the props.
Now I'm having two more days of holidays, to be filled with homework from school, working for my parents and of course preparation for my Confirmation in May.
Nothing much to be said, but here is my entry for week 1 of February, week 2 is right around the corner.
Journal entry 01
-Entry for English class - January 2012
January was just another month for me, other than the end of my school holidays. The new years celebration was the same as every other year, spent in The Curve because my parents had to work. There were a lot of people in the mall so it was really busy. The fireworks were spectacular though, but trying to watch the display was difficult because there wasn't a lot of space and everyone was shoving here and there.
Getting back to school wasn't very exciting either, just meeting up with friends and telling stories to pass the time, realizing that during the holidays i didn't write much so when i came back to school, my words looked like squiggly lines and holding a pen became awkward for me, so yeah, nothing new there.
Then before I knew it, the Chinese New Year holidays were here. My parents decided to close the shop for two days s we could visit my grandparents. On the first day, we went back t Klang to visit the relatives on my mother's side, there was so much of food and quite a number of relatives, some i couldn't speak to because of my inability to speak Cantonese. The next day, we flew to Kelantan to visit my father's side of the family, it was so, so hot there and there was a lot of people, I got to see most of my relatives again, but as always, language barriers stopped me from speaking to most of them other than a few broken sentences in Hokkien, but we were rushing because we had to catch the flight back home that very night, the trip was very tiring and I collapsed on my bed the moment I got home.
Well, that about sums up my January...time for February!
January was just another month for me, other than the end of my school holidays. The new years celebration was the same as every other year, spent in The Curve because my parents had to work. There were a lot of people in the mall so it was really busy. The fireworks were spectacular though, but trying to watch the display was difficult because there wasn't a lot of space and everyone was shoving here and there.
Getting back to school wasn't very exciting either, just meeting up with friends and telling stories to pass the time, realizing that during the holidays i didn't write much so when i came back to school, my words looked like squiggly lines and holding a pen became awkward for me, so yeah, nothing new there.
Then before I knew it, the Chinese New Year holidays were here. My parents decided to close the shop for two days s we could visit my grandparents. On the first day, we went back t Klang to visit the relatives on my mother's side, there was so much of food and quite a number of relatives, some i couldn't speak to because of my inability to speak Cantonese. The next day, we flew to Kelantan to visit my father's side of the family, it was so, so hot there and there was a lot of people, I got to see most of my relatives again, but as always, language barriers stopped me from speaking to most of them other than a few broken sentences in Hokkien, but we were rushing because we had to catch the flight back home that very night, the trip was very tiring and I collapsed on my bed the moment I got home.
Well, that about sums up my January...time for February!
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