Sometimes we start off our day jumping energetically out of bed even if class is at an ungodly hour, skip to campus, answer questions bersemagatly in class and make friends laugh.
Then suddenly, as if someone pulled out the plug of a filled-with-water-bathtub, all you energy goes draining out like the water into the drain.
That is when you sleep at the time where the sun is highest in the sky, drag your feet around campus, ignore the lecturer even when he or she is looking at you and make your friends stare at you, wondering where the hyperactive creature of the morning went to.
Life, is sometimes like a bathtub full of water...
Oh ya, and check how much water can your bathtub hold before filling it with water. It might just overflow.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
What I Learned
Happy Birthday Florence!
19th already lo girl! It's the last year you can call yourself a "teen". Hope that you had a great day being kacaued by us and going for the mini movie marathon! May God continue to bless you ya!
2012
In times of disaster, that's when you see the best and worst of people. That when you know who are the people that really matter to you.
And don't wait till the end of the world to "I love you" to the people you love. Do it now! The chance might never come again!
Money does not buy everything.
McD
Is very nice. It's even nicer when you're hungry.
And a spot for you to bump into secondary school friends.
Christmas Carol
Jim Carrey is still awesome.
Christmas is a time where we should give and receive, it works both ways.
Hmm.... I wonder what the Ghosts of my Christmas Past, Present and Future will show...
Make sure none of us grow up to be old and grumpy creatures that die alone! It's freaky!
Nga Choi Kai
Nga Choi! And Kai! And Hor Fun!
19th already lo girl! It's the last year you can call yourself a "teen". Hope that you had a great day being kacaued by us and going for the mini movie marathon! May God continue to bless you ya!
2012
In times of disaster, that's when you see the best and worst of people. That when you know who are the people that really matter to you.
And don't wait till the end of the world to "I love you" to the people you love. Do it now! The chance might never come again!
Money does not buy everything.
McD
Is very nice. It's even nicer when you're hungry.
And a spot for you to bump into secondary school friends.
Christmas Carol
Jim Carrey is still awesome.
Christmas is a time where we should give and receive, it works both ways.
Hmm.... I wonder what the Ghosts of my Christmas Past, Present and Future will show...
Make sure none of us grow up to be old and grumpy creatures that die alone! It's freaky!
Nga Choi Kai
Nga Choi! And Kai! And Hor Fun!
Friday, November 20, 2009
5 A's? 7 A's?
The UPSR results came out recently. My brothers called and told me their results in the afternoon. Brings my memory back to the time where I had to take the UPSR.
They told me how some of their classmates were disappointed and cried for not getting full A's and how the schools' target was not reached. And I was reminded again result-minded Malaysians are, and how miserable they make their children's lives to be.
And some people have commented that national school students who scored the straight 5 A's are not as smart as Chinese school students who scored their 7 A's. Hello? Just because those kids didn't take Chinese doesn't mean that they're dumber their Chinese peers ok....
But for my brothers, they know when they have done their best and when to not feel disappointed. Their results were very good, and I am damn proud of them. As long as they keep to the mindset of trying their best in their studies, that will be good enough for my parents and me.
They told me how some of their classmates were disappointed and cried for not getting full A's and how the schools' target was not reached. And I was reminded again result-minded Malaysians are, and how miserable they make their children's lives to be.
And some people have commented that national school students who scored the straight 5 A's are not as smart as Chinese school students who scored their 7 A's. Hello? Just because those kids didn't take Chinese doesn't mean that they're dumber their Chinese peers ok....
But for my brothers, they know when they have done their best and when to not feel disappointed. Their results were very good, and I am damn proud of them. As long as they keep to the mindset of trying their best in their studies, that will be good enough for my parents and me.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
One of those Weeks...
Yeap, this is one of those weeks where you scurry up and down doing your seemingly unending stuff.
Those weeks where you know a hundred and one things are due and you hafta spend your waking hours typing, drafting, planning and executing. And then you spend your sleeping hours snoozing in the class (well, for me at least)
Those weeks where you also realised the awesome people that God has put around you. The people that help you get along the week. The people that laugh and grumble about the week with you. The people who make you feel less lonely about living the life as a student.
God has given me...
an understanding roomate that did not lock me out of the room when I left her alone too many times during the week and still allowed me to go mad at certain times
super-studies-keng cousins who set the pace for our assignments (if me, the assignments will never get started...) and for putting up with my whining when lectures get too unbearable
a group of mad Christian friends who bring me to berGhany, crap with (or at) me, back me up when organizing stuff and ask if I am ok when I suddenly go into shut-down mode and don't talk
Yeah, I have awesome people around me...
Thank you!
By the way, short sems are killers. They should be abolished!!
Those weeks where you know a hundred and one things are due and you hafta spend your waking hours typing, drafting, planning and executing. And then you spend your sleeping hours snoozing in the class (well, for me at least)
Those weeks where you also realised the awesome people that God has put around you. The people that help you get along the week. The people that laugh and grumble about the week with you. The people who make you feel less lonely about living the life as a student.
God has given me...
an understanding roomate that did not lock me out of the room when I left her alone too many times during the week and still allowed me to go mad at certain times
super-studies-keng cousins who set the pace for our assignments (if me, the assignments will never get started...) and for putting up with my whining when lectures get too unbearable
a group of mad Christian friends who bring me to berGhany, crap with (or at) me, back me up when organizing stuff and ask if I am ok when I suddenly go into shut-down mode and don't talk
Yeah, I have awesome people around me...
Thank you!
By the way, short sems are killers. They should be abolished!!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Confession III
Hehe... Pardon the current story that I just finished. It's my first attempt of writing that genre, so it's a bit pathetic. Wrote it out of fun. Thought it'll be nice to kacau around with idea. Hehehehe....
Anyway, "Write me a letter..." is officially finished! I had fun writing it with Shu and feeling the gan jiongness whenever he finished a chapter. It was a whole new experience for me.
Thanks to those of you who have read it, and your comments! It was warming to know that you all read and are gan jionging about the characters together with us.
*dances a jig*
Anyway, "Write me a letter..." is officially finished! I had fun writing it with Shu and feeling the gan jiongness whenever he finished a chapter. It was a whole new experience for me.
Thanks to those of you who have read it, and your comments! It was warming to know that you all read and are gan jionging about the characters together with us.
*dances a jig*
Benjy
Part 4
Throughout the next few weeks, Benjy was a frequent visitor in Joanne's house. He would come after Josh had come back from school and the two of them would hang out in the house, either reading or drawing, or heading out for walks in the beautiful countryside surrounding them. Sometimes Joanne would join them, reading her own books or giving them tips on their painting. If she went for walks with them, she would hold their hands, each on one side and tell them about the birds, small animals and the plants that they see on the way.
Josh, being the more bouncy and noisy one, would scurry over to the plant, maybe pluck off a twig or leaf to keep in his newly formed "Nature Scrapbook". He would try (and usually fail) to sneak on the animals to get a closer look at them. Benjy on the other hand, was contented holding Joanne's hand and listening earnestly to her explaining about the birds and animals. He had an adoring look on his face each time she talked to him.
Joanne never asked anything about Benjy to Josh anymore, nor did she ask Benjy herself. She knew when the time was right, Benjy would tell her. For now, she was happy with the companionship that he and her son shared. She grew to be very fond of him, the quiet, shy little boy who contrasted so much with her son, but was such good friends with him.
She could sense that he was a lonely child, and did not have the love of his parents. She begun to treat him as her own son, hugging and kissing him on the cheek like she did with Josh. She knitted the same woollen caps for them. He came over for meals and even stayed over once at her house, swearing with Josh to talk till morning, but Joanne found both of them asleep when the clock was at 12.45pm. She smiled serenely, and tucked them both into bed snugly.
_
One day, Benjy came the house in the morning, and peeked through windows at Joanne. She was just putting a cake into the oven when she looked up and saw him.
"Oh hi Benjy! Come in! What are you doing outside?"
Benjy smiled shyly and came in through the back door.
"Hi Mrs Harrison..."
"Josh is still in school. You wanna sit awhile before he comes back? I'll cut you a piece of chocolate cake that I made yesterday."
"It's ok... Erm..."
He tweaked his fingers and dragged the toe of his shoe along the carpet.
"Yes?"
"Erm... I never had a mommy like you, Mrs Harisson. You're so nice. My mommy and daddy just fought and threw things at each other everyday."
Joanne's breath caught in her throat. No wonder.... She of all people would understand how lost the little boy was feeling. And it explained the camaraderie that he had with Josh. They understood each other, in their childlike way. What a love starved life he must have had. She drew him into her arms and hugged him.
"Oh Benjy, I know how you feel..." she said soothingly to him, as she hugged him to her.
"I want to say thank you for everything, Mrs Harrison. Your're all I've ever wanted my mommy to be," he mumbled into her skirt.
"You're always welcomed here you know. Josh loves having you here, as well as me," she said, smiling at him.
"I.... I.... can't come here anymore....", he said haltingly, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
"Huh? Why? What do you mean?"
"I...." with a sob, he broke away from her embrace and ran out through the door out into the woods at the back of the house.
"Benjy!!"
Joanne ran out after him, worried at what the little boy might do in the woods alone.
_
"Benjy?"
Joanne had ran into the woods, trying to follow Benjy. She lost sight of him, but found herself in a clearing in the woods where she had not been before.
It was a tranquil little place, small and peaceful, where the birds were singing, flowers growing and the rays of the sun shone down, partially blocked by the leaves on a strange looking stone.
Joanne felt herself go weak at the knees.
It was a tombstone.
Gathering her courage and going closer, she saw the words carved upon the simple stone slab.
Benjamin Taylor Thomas
11/11/1988-21/12/1995
She felt herself shiver, as the reality of everything came crashing down upon her. On top corner of the tombstone, she saw a woollen cap hanging limply.
Then it struck her, the date today was the 21st of December. She and Josh had been looking forward to spending Christmas together with him. Now, she knew that she would never see him again.
She broke down and knelt by the tombstone and wept. She wept for Josh for losing his friend. She wept for herself for losing a son. She wept for the lonely little boy named Benjy.
Throughout the next few weeks, Benjy was a frequent visitor in Joanne's house. He would come after Josh had come back from school and the two of them would hang out in the house, either reading or drawing, or heading out for walks in the beautiful countryside surrounding them. Sometimes Joanne would join them, reading her own books or giving them tips on their painting. If she went for walks with them, she would hold their hands, each on one side and tell them about the birds, small animals and the plants that they see on the way.
Josh, being the more bouncy and noisy one, would scurry over to the plant, maybe pluck off a twig or leaf to keep in his newly formed "Nature Scrapbook". He would try (and usually fail) to sneak on the animals to get a closer look at them. Benjy on the other hand, was contented holding Joanne's hand and listening earnestly to her explaining about the birds and animals. He had an adoring look on his face each time she talked to him.
Joanne never asked anything about Benjy to Josh anymore, nor did she ask Benjy herself. She knew when the time was right, Benjy would tell her. For now, she was happy with the companionship that he and her son shared. She grew to be very fond of him, the quiet, shy little boy who contrasted so much with her son, but was such good friends with him.
She could sense that he was a lonely child, and did not have the love of his parents. She begun to treat him as her own son, hugging and kissing him on the cheek like she did with Josh. She knitted the same woollen caps for them. He came over for meals and even stayed over once at her house, swearing with Josh to talk till morning, but Joanne found both of them asleep when the clock was at 12.45pm. She smiled serenely, and tucked them both into bed snugly.
_
One day, Benjy came the house in the morning, and peeked through windows at Joanne. She was just putting a cake into the oven when she looked up and saw him.
"Oh hi Benjy! Come in! What are you doing outside?"
Benjy smiled shyly and came in through the back door.
"Hi Mrs Harrison..."
"Josh is still in school. You wanna sit awhile before he comes back? I'll cut you a piece of chocolate cake that I made yesterday."
"It's ok... Erm..."
He tweaked his fingers and dragged the toe of his shoe along the carpet.
"Yes?"
"Erm... I never had a mommy like you, Mrs Harisson. You're so nice. My mommy and daddy just fought and threw things at each other everyday."
Joanne's breath caught in her throat. No wonder.... She of all people would understand how lost the little boy was feeling. And it explained the camaraderie that he had with Josh. They understood each other, in their childlike way. What a love starved life he must have had. She drew him into her arms and hugged him.
"Oh Benjy, I know how you feel..." she said soothingly to him, as she hugged him to her.
"I want to say thank you for everything, Mrs Harrison. Your're all I've ever wanted my mommy to be," he mumbled into her skirt.
"You're always welcomed here you know. Josh loves having you here, as well as me," she said, smiling at him.
"I.... I.... can't come here anymore....", he said haltingly, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
"Huh? Why? What do you mean?"
"I...." with a sob, he broke away from her embrace and ran out through the door out into the woods at the back of the house.
"Benjy!!"
Joanne ran out after him, worried at what the little boy might do in the woods alone.
_
"Benjy?"
Joanne had ran into the woods, trying to follow Benjy. She lost sight of him, but found herself in a clearing in the woods where she had not been before.
It was a tranquil little place, small and peaceful, where the birds were singing, flowers growing and the rays of the sun shone down, partially blocked by the leaves on a strange looking stone.
Joanne felt herself go weak at the knees.
It was a tombstone.
Gathering her courage and going closer, she saw the words carved upon the simple stone slab.
Benjamin Taylor Thomas
11/11/1988-21/12/1995
She felt herself shiver, as the reality of everything came crashing down upon her. On top corner of the tombstone, she saw a woollen cap hanging limply.
Then it struck her, the date today was the 21st of December. She and Josh had been looking forward to spending Christmas together with him. Now, she knew that she would never see him again.
She broke down and knelt by the tombstone and wept. She wept for Josh for losing his friend. She wept for herself for losing a son. She wept for the lonely little boy named Benjy.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Benjy
Part 3
So far everything had been going well for Joanne and Josh. Her baking business was picking up as people got to know about her delicious homemade cakes and pastries. Josh was fitting in well in his new school and had made a number of friends. In fact, one of them, Benjy, was coming over fo tea this evening.
Joanne smiled as she mixed the batter for the chocolate cookies that she made for the two little boys. She knew Josh's sweet tooth and had added in extra chocolate chips in the batter for him. She was sure that Benjy would like it as well.
She wondered what type of a boy Benjy was. According to Josh, he did not attend the school which Josh did. Which was a little weird, since that was the only primary school in the area. Josh seemed to be very fond of Benjy and talked about how he had a lot in common with him. Apparently, Benjy liked reading and drawing as well.
"Mommy! I'm home!"
Joanne took out the cookies from the oven and put them on the counter top to cool. She smiled and went out to the hall to greet her little guest.
"Hi Benjy!"
"Hi Mrs Harrison."
Benjy was a little blonde headed boy with the clearest green eyes Joannne had ever seen. He glanced and smiled shyly at her and Joanne felt her heart warm out to him. He was dressed in a faded pair of jeans and a pale red t-shirt. His coat, which was hung on the coat hanger by the door, was a dusty blue and black. His clothes looked slightly old and off color.
Did he come from a poor family? wondered Joanne.
"Mommy! Did you bake chocolate cookies?!" squeaked Josh happily as he sniffed the air where the smell of the cookies wafted in from the kitchen.
"Yes dear. And when you've washed your hands you and Benjy can have some of them."
"Yay! Mommy bakes the best cookies you've ever tasted," boasted Josh as he dragged Benjy to wash up at the stone sink in the kitchen.
When they came back, Joanne had set the dining table with the yummiest tea Benjy had ever seen.
There was ice cold milk, fruit cake cut into mouth watering chunks, warm scones with creamy butter and the biggest plate of chocolate cookies that he had ever seen. He stared at the table with wide opened eyes and mouth.
"There's ice cream after you boys have finished," Joanne told them when they were muching on the food.
After tea, Josh showed Benjy his collection of books and drawings as Joanne washed up. The house was filled with the chattering and laughter of the two boys as they talked about anything and everything.
When it was time for Benjy to go, he hugged Joanne tightly.
"Thanks a lot for the tea Mrs Harrison. It was smashing! And you're really nice!" he said with shining eyes.
"You're welcome. It was nice having you here too!" she answered, looking down at the cute fellow.
"My mommy never bakes cookies for me before. In fact, we don't have tea at all in our house," he said softly.
Joanne looked at him. Poor kid... She wondered what type of household he came from. She made up her mind to ask Josh that night.
"I don't know," he answered. "I've never seen his house nor his parents before."
So far everything had been going well for Joanne and Josh. Her baking business was picking up as people got to know about her delicious homemade cakes and pastries. Josh was fitting in well in his new school and had made a number of friends. In fact, one of them, Benjy, was coming over fo tea this evening.
Joanne smiled as she mixed the batter for the chocolate cookies that she made for the two little boys. She knew Josh's sweet tooth and had added in extra chocolate chips in the batter for him. She was sure that Benjy would like it as well.
She wondered what type of a boy Benjy was. According to Josh, he did not attend the school which Josh did. Which was a little weird, since that was the only primary school in the area. Josh seemed to be very fond of Benjy and talked about how he had a lot in common with him. Apparently, Benjy liked reading and drawing as well.
"Mommy! I'm home!"
Joanne took out the cookies from the oven and put them on the counter top to cool. She smiled and went out to the hall to greet her little guest.
"Hi Benjy!"
"Hi Mrs Harrison."
Benjy was a little blonde headed boy with the clearest green eyes Joannne had ever seen. He glanced and smiled shyly at her and Joanne felt her heart warm out to him. He was dressed in a faded pair of jeans and a pale red t-shirt. His coat, which was hung on the coat hanger by the door, was a dusty blue and black. His clothes looked slightly old and off color.
Did he come from a poor family? wondered Joanne.
"Mommy! Did you bake chocolate cookies?!" squeaked Josh happily as he sniffed the air where the smell of the cookies wafted in from the kitchen.
"Yes dear. And when you've washed your hands you and Benjy can have some of them."
"Yay! Mommy bakes the best cookies you've ever tasted," boasted Josh as he dragged Benjy to wash up at the stone sink in the kitchen.
When they came back, Joanne had set the dining table with the yummiest tea Benjy had ever seen.
There was ice cold milk, fruit cake cut into mouth watering chunks, warm scones with creamy butter and the biggest plate of chocolate cookies that he had ever seen. He stared at the table with wide opened eyes and mouth.
"There's ice cream after you boys have finished," Joanne told them when they were muching on the food.
After tea, Josh showed Benjy his collection of books and drawings as Joanne washed up. The house was filled with the chattering and laughter of the two boys as they talked about anything and everything.
When it was time for Benjy to go, he hugged Joanne tightly.
"Thanks a lot for the tea Mrs Harrison. It was smashing! And you're really nice!" he said with shining eyes.
"You're welcome. It was nice having you here too!" she answered, looking down at the cute fellow.
"My mommy never bakes cookies for me before. In fact, we don't have tea at all in our house," he said softly.
Joanne looked at him. Poor kid... She wondered what type of household he came from. She made up her mind to ask Josh that night.
"I don't know," he answered. "I've never seen his house nor his parents before."
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