To just be

Freedom, a fresh breath of air,
How I long to feel the lightness of the breeze on my skin.
The feeling of security it gives,
How I long for it...................
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Last week,
I went to teach a Sunday school class for the last time this year.
They were so cute. Note; everyone of them were only aged seven and all are equally cute.
They often ask the weirdest of questions. Mostly random actually.
exp: What is your favourite colour?
Anyway, I was just sitting down and talking to one of them when I saw one of my friends, Benjamin (not Ben Soo) struggling to get a kid into a classroom. And so I went out. And distracted the kid by talking to him about nothing in perculiar and asking him to show me his class. He showed me of course and went in quietly. Behind him, I saw Ben's face filled with relief.

Monday,
Went searching for Karyn. She went missing on me after school. And so I looked, and looked and looked. Knocked at a couple of doors searching for her supposedly friend's house. Turned out she was some where else but when I finally got there, it was raining and she had already left for tuition.
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Today........(skip Tuesday as it was mostly boring anyway)
I and my mates decided to make pigs of ourselves. And so they brought snacks from cookies and chips and etc. I forgot to bring my share of treats as usual. Honestly if mum did not remind me grab my cereal bars, I would have forgotten them.

Halfway through free period, Saranya could not get her pencil lead inside her mechanic. And so Mey yie decided to help her out with a set of compases (Do not ask how). The girl had actually cut a piece of her eraser and stuffed it into the mechanic pencil. Hence it was stuck. After that one would think they would have continued doing notes or just plain chatting. Well, they did talk but they had decided to make confetti out of the remaining eraser. And hence it snowed.

Went off to bowling after that. It was really fun. Although I did fail to hit most of the pins during my turns. Sometimes not at all.
Loved it really. It has definitely been a week. And it has not even ended yet.

Youth in a bottle.

Everyone has heard of plastic surgery, botox, implants and of course a huge range beauty products. Plastic surgery and implants were actually first introduced to assist those who needed reconstruction of body tissues especially those who had low self esteem after a huge accident like a car crash. Sometimes the human body is damaged so badly it requires it.

However being the money hungry population the world has become, it has of course became the backbone of a money making industry based on outer beauty.

Does it all really help us? In a way we are mutating ourselves. (well, those that are going under the scalpel that is.) Some would pay through their noses for even a gist of prolonged immortality. Prolonging youth? How is that even be possible? Do we help ourselves or do we poison our bodies instead?

Do we all look so much better?

Honestly, what is the point of all this? Injecting ourselves with goodness knows what and taking pills from who knows where. Going on diets and trying to look great. Would it change anything? Would you even feel better about yourselves? What is the point of skipping meals just so you can fit into an extra small size? You can hardly find clothes that small anyway.

Ask anyone. They might deny but it is the truth. Not everyone has a life filled with a bed of roses. So what is the point? If no one can accept who you are on the inside as well as the out, they are not even a worth a teaspoon of your attention.

Sides, do you really want to end up looking like gollum or something out of a grave? It is your choice really.

I rest my case.

old blog posting

Is it possible to steal a persons phone line. I think it is. Just because one doesn't know \how to doesn't mean such a thing is not rel nor can't it be taught or learnt for that matter. OK cut it short, say if I wanted to learn how to design computer from scratch. Without high tech equipment. Not impossible and it can be taught. It is just not so easy to do. Then again when has life or anything we do for that matter been easy.
Learning itself is hard. Imprinting an obedience personality in ourselves is hard. Attempting to climb the tallest building in the world without getting caught is another example. Raising kids are sure to put grey hairs into your head. My parents are living proof.
Point is, nothing is really at all impossible. Hard it maybe but never impossible. That does not mean that one goes off and tries to copy stuns from Mission impossible or Die Hard movies.
Think about it really, everyone has a wish... a secret dream. Most are huge while there are a few dreams which are ridiculous. Now I only said ridiculous I did not say impossible. Who knows someone out there wishes to be royalty however is born a regular Joe. Hey, he or she could actually if they marry royalty. See, a ridiculous dream has been deemed possible.
Say a man wishes to get buried in the Taj Mahal. Ridiculous dream yes but if he had great friends. They could burn his body into ashes after he passes of course and do a notorious scheme to put his ashes into one of the vases of the taj mahal(Assuming there are vases). Or bury the the ashes in the dead of night in the gardens. See its possible. Can't sing yet wish to be a singer. You can be one but in the choir and without a mike. But hey, you are a singer.

Rain

Rain. It causes paradox reactions. At times, you wish it would just go away. It is pretty much explainable from all the muck and messiness one always seems to acquire after a shower. And yet, one have to grateful for it after a hot humid day.
In fact as a kid, I use to love running amok in the rain. Strange, yes...but surprisingly when you are only but six or younger, you live in your own little world. Where in my case, running in the rain was considered great. The only downside was the fact that I got really dirty at times and stepped into puddles.
Honestly, one day someone would be on his or her knees, thanking that it poured. And yet the next, one would be spitting out every known profanity to man when it does.

And of course let us not forget the part about global warming. It is said to be affecting the weather. Hence, the heavy rain storms. The other day, my teacher was going on about that one day, plastic bags will be the only things roaming the streets once mankind is wiped off the face of the Earth.
Depressing really. Although it does make sense...but honestly do we really want to think about the end of the world? People are already going depress at the sound of exams. Some are more insightful, they live every step of their lives by careful and detailed planning (now that is just plain wrong).
Heck, if we were to take every after "man" theory into consideration...everything will just be plain confusing.

Theory

1. Cockroaches will be the last species on earth. They will then group together and mutate into more complex living organisms and find the secrets of time travel. (now that's a thought)
2. Plastic bags will flood the world. Imagine man is gone, but wait, what is that I see? It's plastic bag central! (use your own imagination)
3. Godzilla and King Kong will rule the existing planet.
4. The Earth will become a boiling marshmallow. And everything dies.
5. Voldemort lives!! (nah, you wish)
6. Aliens land on earth and they decide to populate.
7. Squids will become the next intelligent species. (hmm...think, smart sushi.)
8. Santa goes free every Christmas.
9. Mermaids and unicorns will continue world population. (couldn't resist)
10. Empty buildings everywhere. (Think "I am Legend" movie.)

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So please, it is fine and dandy that we are all trying to recycle and all that. But for goodness sake, do not send me emails or lectures about the world ending soon and start going into a panic. As just like my dear friend Achmed the dead terrorist (you tube) said, "I'll kill you!"

Talent

I think I can. I think I can.
Yes, I did it, I think I did it. Of course I did! I am sure of it. I signed up for the talent show. Now question, what is my talent?

"Oh great! This is brilliant! Why did you sign up in the first place?" yelled my friend who was in charge of the talent show. (Yes, I told him my dilemma. In other words, I tried to withdraw)
"Do you think you can replace me?" I asked.

"Are you insane? Of course not! You just have to find a talent by the next five days," he told me.
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So here I am, I have absolutely five days (yes, you heard me) to find a nonexistent talent. And so to help myself, I have decided to come up with an incredible list of talents, which I could try to do.

List

1) sing
2) dance
3) play a musical instrument / musician
4) get an amazing pet (exp: talking parrot)
5) comedian
6) gymnastics
7) karate / judo
8) public speaking
9) daredevil
10) acting
11) mime
12) do balloon animals
13) artist
14) athlete
15) juggle

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And so I wrote my list and being an idiot I just realized I am, I showed my list to my friends Emma and Tim.
Note to self: Friends are your worst critics.
The reason? They will tell you the cold hard truth even if it hurts. And man, did it hurt.

So let's begin.
Emma: sing? You can't do that!
Tim: Go on try it.
*some singing on my part*
Emma: Stop!
me: But I've not gotten to the chorus.
Tim: Believe her. Just don't ever sing in public again.

1) sing. (can't sing.)

All right, let's try no2.

Tim: Dance? You got to be kidding me.
Emma: Let's just see what you've got.
*Some dancing on my part*
Tim: You are joking. That isn't dancing.
Me: But I...
Emma: Don't bother. You did not dance.
Tim: You moved yes but you did not dance.
Emma: Don't ever do the sprinkler move ever again.

2) Dance. (burns people's eyes.)

Next one

Emma: Musician?
Tim: Wait you know how to play an instrument?
Me: Well I know how to play the triangle/
Emma: Stop! Next one please.

3) Play a musical instrument / musician (triangle does not count)

4) Get an amazing pet (does not own one)

Me: Aww...come on. I could get one.
Emma: How? Where?
Me: I could borrow one.
Tim: Idiot! It's a talent contest for yourself not a pet. Next!

Next

Emma: Hmm... Seems promising. Comedian.
Tim: Come on, let's here a joke.
Me: All right. What did the teacher say to the misbehaving student?
Tim: What?
Me: You are in trouble.
*Silence*
Me: Get it? It's funny.
Tim: You are hopeless.
Emma: Next!

Number 6
Emma: Gymnastics, do you even know what that is?
Me: Of course I do
Tim: I'm just surprised you could even spell it.
Me: I resent that.
Emma: Seriously, do you know what it is?
Me: Some girly thing. You wave ribbons about.
Emma: No, you do stunts. Like bone-breaking ones that you are an idiot if you try it at home.
Me: oh.

6) Gymnastics (idiotic)
7) Karate / judo

Me: I can do that!
Emma: Really what form of martial arts do you know?
Me: The one that's really good.
Emma: Okay, I'll say this simpler. What belt are you?
Me: I'm not wearing any belts.
Tim: What she means to say is, tell us what you know.
Me: Oh, I can poke someone in the eyes after knocking them in the unmentionables.
Emma: Just kill me now! Oh! Please just kill me now!
Me: Is she serious?
Tim: Just look at the next one.

8) Public speaking??

Emma: My dear naive little friend. This is a talent competition, not a public speaking one. If it was, then it's all right.

Number 9
9) Daredevil
Emma starts laughing uncontrollably earning a disgruntled stare from me. When I started to ask Tim, he stopped me by saying, "Don't ask. Just move on."

Number 10
Emma: You can act?
Me: Yea, I can do Shakespeare.
Emma: All right, carry on.
Me: To be or not to be, that is the question.
Tim: continue
Me: That's all I got.
Tim: Next!
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Emma: It's the third day. Can we just give up?
Me: No! I will get killed.
Tim: But it's your own fault anyway.
Me: I really resent that.
Emma: All right, how do we have left?
Me: Five. What too much?
Emma: Never mind.
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11) Mime

Emma: You can't mime.
Me: Of course I can.
Tim: Remember the time you tried that at a birthday party? And no one understood you. You tried to choke a kid.
Me: He hit me with a rubber ball.
Emma: You are so screwed.

12) Balloon animals

Emma: Do not say a word. It's best for mankind if you don't touch balloons.
Tim: Think back. You will recall that each time you tried to tie a balloon, it burst.
Me: I hate you.

13) Artist
Emma: I'm unsure about this.
Me: Come on, I know I can do this.
Tim: At least you are enthusiastic. I give you that.
Me: Now don't move. I'm going to draw the both of you.
*20 minutes later*

Emma: That's not a real drawing.
Me: It looks just like you.
Tim: I don't have a moustache.
Me: Oh, I added that for effect.
Emma: What I don't get is that you took twenty minutes to draw stick figures.
Me: Every one's a critic.

14) Athletic

Me: I always thought I could do that.
Emma: Correction, you always dreamt, you could. However this is reality.
Tim: Truth is, you and sports just don't mix.
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Tim: I'm afraid to look at the last one.
Emma: Hmm..juggling. Lame, but it's all you've got.
Me: Hey, juggling isn't lame. It's fun.
Tim: Wait. You know how to juggle?
Me: Not exactly.
Emma: Just try it.
Me: Hey I'm not that bad.
Tim: Yea, just do it faster.
Emma: Oh boy, I think he's found his talent.
Tim: Who would have thought it’d be this lame.
Me: I hate you.

The end.

Water!!

Tomorrow. Lets see, what am I up to again? Oh yea, I remember.
It's baptism day tomorrow. (Those who don't understand, look it up on wikipedia.)
It's at Joe's church. At least I think so. All I know is that, there's a huge pool and loads of people will be getting wet. Great! It will be an all out open water fight. But of course, I'll be there probably making the most noise and starting the first open fights. (you know me)
Of course before that, I will be heading off to art class. Ahh...sigh...art class. I love art.
I adore art. ART!!
Need I say more?

story , to be publish in school mag

Look

She looked at me. I am sure of it now.

To be honest, I thought I was imagining it. I had actually turned to my partner instead. Just to make certain if she was checking him out instead. But the truth was, she was looking at me.
I caught her. I know this now as when I turned to look back, she quickly glanced away. She suddenly seems so interested in her text book. And I know for a fact, she hates this class.
I know many things about her. It is not that I stalk her or that I stare at her constantly. It is just that everything she does is so noticeable to me. And I find everything she is fascinating. The way she laughs and the way she tucks her hair behind her ears. I find it all adorable.
But I could not help myself. Every time I see her face, I feel like smiling inside and out. I try to play it cool. However each time I see her eyes, I think she's reading my inner most thoughts and fears.
All this time, I always thought she would never see me in the same light. But I am certain of it now, she just looked at me.

There it is again! She stared again!

Wow, I still could not believe it. Inside I feel like shouting to the heavens. She looked at me! She knows I am real.

"rings" *class bell rings*
She gets up, she looks like she's trying to run. I am always the one trying to run but watching her gives me a strange sense of bravery. I think I will go talk to her. And for the first time in months, my body is listening. It is walking towards her. The only thing is, what do I say to her?

Change

It's time for a little change. And so this begins.
Just looking back to yesteryear's.. To the time where most of our guy friends were afraid of girls. In fact any contact with girls just scare them. You lean forward just a little..They lean back. You put your hand out for a handshake, they stare at it and give you a look wondering what is it.
They'll look at you and start speaking in their squeaky voices(ah, hilarious) and were so much shorter than you.
Now..Boom! They are so much more taller than you, and they are much more comfortable teasing you than they were back then.
Girl friends really do sometimes change in my case.. but I still have many who have been with me from the time I still had my baby teeth.
Heck if anyone tried to understand girl talk should not have even bothered. Why? Simple, it's unexplainable. What would have been considered insults are actually inside jokes. Strange, yes but quite understandable. There's just simply no explanations.

And yet then comes the time when you meet them today for example, and you wish to wring their neck. But hey, best friends are best friends because our parents would not be able to handle all of us as siblings.
Heck, I think I would freak if my best friends (especially a few notable ones) were living with me under the same roof.
End of the day, family and friends stick too you like glue. Sometimes when you do not want them to. However, I would not have it any other way.

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