The Band Perry-If I Die Young

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh oh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She'll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh well
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
ain't even grey, but she buries her baby


The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life,well
I’ve had just enough time

(music)

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I’m a goner

And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need 'em
oh

The sharp knife of a short life,
well I’ve had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls...

~~~~~~~~~

This song is awesome. I copied the lyrics, you should really hear this!

Dare To Reach Higher

Science fair...

Is OVER!!

No more risking money loss. No more stressing myself to the max and worrying whether we'll be able to finish this by when-and-when-and-when.

Well.

Not only we did it, but we got off with the first prize!

To my faithful team, to Derick and Karmen:

I know that I've stressed you guys out with my constant worries and me always freaking out. I know that I've gotten you on your nerves and set you on the edge by rushing you and telling you that we might not have enough time to finish up and this and that. And I know that maybe I was a bit hard on you at times.

But it was all for the best. You both were good sports. You tolerated it, you bore it all together till the end. You guys make one great team, loyal, awesome members.

Derick, although you-er- didn't exactly do much, you were still part of our team. You were part of our success, you contributed more than you think you did. You are a great team member, and an awesome friend.

You were always there, Karmen. You always were there to tell me to relax and to calm down when I was freaking out or in one of my worries. You just stuck with me through and through. You were my advisor, and I treasure your counsel. You helped me-us-to succeed.

I just want to tell you guys, that you were a great team, and I love you both.

And finally, to myself.

Yes. With help from my awesome teammates, I achieved my goal. I achieved the blue ribbon. I achieved the award.

But, you know what, I'm not that satisfied.

Next year, I'm going to aim for two.

Like my MSN profile says, I'll dare to reach higher, and then I'll touch the sky.

animals who don't seem to know which species they belong to

They are CUTE, though.

Click here and see what I mean!

screaming out my stress

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something just to piss you off

Ih.

I epoh uoy nac erugif tuo eht nrettap ot eth tsop. Fi uoy t'nac, oot dab rof uoy.

Ylsuoires. S'ti taht elpmis. Evah nuf!

Dna doog kcul.

:)

my resisting power

I could almost never stand temptation, nor resist any urge to do something which I knew I would pay for later.

THIS is no exception.

Go figure.

time passes fast

So many things has happened since I stopped writing in my blog, twenty-one days ago. ( Yup, I've been counting.)

First one was camp, which was burning, wet (because of the sea) and very, very, hectic. It seemed as though there was always a game to rush off to, people with their water balloons and buckets full of seawater to rush away from, and the big blue inviting sea to run screaming into. And of course, the sunburn.

But above all the screaming, splashing, getting whacked in the jaw by balls and in the leg with sticks, dashing away from water balloons and throwing them(and missing), I had fun.

Which was already good enough.

The second big (and last thing) that happened was my cough.

First I came up with sore throat, then a sniffly nose. But no cough.

Then I went to the doctor. I started coughing really badly after I left the clinic. It got so bad I couldn't sleep at night and I had to skip school for almost a whole week.

Then I took Chinese medicine, which helped a lot. I thank God for creating herbs.

All I can say that for last month, August was not nice to me.

I doubt September will treat me better.

I desperately do not want to be last

It passes.

Day by day by day by day.

Every time, someone gets chosen. It isn't me. When I'm ready, I don't get picked. When I'm not ready, I don't get picked anyway.

I desperately do not want to be the last presentor on stage.

math hates me

I just got a paper cut from my Maths L.I.F.E.P.A.C book today.

Math hates me.

what the heck

This was sent by someone to The Reader's Digest February 'o9.

"As another year rolls in," read an advertisement,"we would like to offer our best wishes to all who have given us reason to celebrate."

It was signed "Gunter's Funeral Home".

complaints

My eyes hurt.

I might not have put enough in my essay.

I feel like I'm doomed.

I don't like this.

I don't have this.

I can't stop.

Complaining.

:)

WOOHOO!

After days of procrastinating, I finally,finally finished my essay.

The "what's life about in your opinion" 5-page essay.

All in one day!


God. I hope I got the topic right. Or else Sher-Mayne will murder me. And I really don't want that to happen again.

So yeah. Happy Holidays!

egg (Click to enlarge)

aaaaaaaarrgh

I found something that really pissed me off.

AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!

still pissed.

But that was the second time I went there!

Ha.

If you want to find out, press this- xP

Have fun!

Darn annoying

I hate it when your blog posts don't turn out the way you want it to be.

It's just something you have to get used to or be pissed forever.

Which of the two do you think I take?

rotting my brain out

Sigh.

Ever since I made my new private blog, this blog's posts are steadily getting shorter.

The equilibrium is just not there.

And I am worrying about ****ing stupid matters that should not be worried about at all.

That is one part of myself that I hate and detest and loathe and would gladly fling into the fire to scorch there for eternity.

Wow.

Sher-Mayne was right, I am getting rough.

But...

That's OK.

Is it?

*sighs*

Grraaagh

I do not like making desicions.

Hello!

Hello!

I don't know what to write here.

I don't see any topic I can write at the moment.

I don't see the point, either, to put in the address of a blog that I have privated with the exception of only two people.

Want to try your luck?

Very well then.

It's http://rustlingsecrets.blogspot.com.

See you in there! (if you can)

=P

Lesson for the day

My lesson for the day...

Annoying Sam is fun but you have to face the consequences.

You Will When You Believe

You Will When You Believe.

This is such an awesome song.

This is the cartoon version:

It brings all sorts of memories into my head, for Claudia and Carmen sang this on Awards Night '08.

Sigh.

I wish I could go back in time.

Just Believe

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

-Philippians 4:13

It's so simple, yet it has such a deep meaning.

i'm a liar

Do you always mean it when you say, "Oh, I'm fine?"

when it happens

Don't you just hate it when your feeling get all mixed up?

boo hoo hoo

I am pissed.

I can't sign in to my MSN.

Boo hoo hoo.

T_T

Greyson Michael Chance

I went to Internet one day and I saw this kid performing Lady Gaga's song "Paparazzi"(or was it?) Truthfully, I don't really think much of him...but...to Justin Bieber's fans, THIS IS FOR YOU!

And Karmen, rate this.

my new little charge

Guess what.

I am the proud owner of a tiny little green baby red-eared turtle.

Mum and Dad went to some shop called Ga Hing near Midvalley today. I stayed home because I knew that if I went to Ga Hing, I would so totally die of boredom, for all they sold there were tiles, bathroom appliances, taps...etc.

So I stayed home.

Mum and Dad came back earlier than was expected. I looked up to see them place a glass bowl on the table. In it was a tiny green turtle.

"What the-"

"He's yours." grinned Dad.

Speechless with shock, I stared at Mum.

"What? He's yours. Go and take him!"

I stared, dumbstruck. And all those years ago when I was so young, when I had begged and begged and practically fell on my knees for a turtle, and they just laughed at me? What made them change their minds?

What what what what what?

Anyway.

I'm so worried now. I have a turtle now, and I'm sooo freaking worried that it will just die on me. It's so small and so delicate. How am I to take care of it?

How how how how how how?

Oh God my Lord, help me please.

Sports Day

Sports Day was fun!

But freaking hot.

I got sick from hypothermia too. Must be the water-throwing party we had after races. Mum was really pissed when she found out. But thanks to God's healing powers(and my strong immune system-haha!)I got better after one night.

It was worth it though.

There were many people at the event, including people from CLDR. Only one recognized me though. Hmph.

There were so many events at the Sports Day, and we got off with three medals-for running by Darren, badminton by Garrett, and table tennis by Daniel. Josh so owes him a hundred dollars.

GO VINEYARD GO!!!!!

astounding

Recently on my Facebook status:

I am so astounding I astound even myself.

Don't you agree?

har har har

I was looking up information for the group presentation in Encarta the other day and I found this:

None of the great discoveries was ever made by a "specialist" or a "researcher".

- Martin H. Fischer

What an awesome quotation!

I have to live life, even if I'm fed up with it

I wish I could only exist in my dreams.

My world, where everything goes just the way I want it to.

But, the truth is, I can't.

No matter how much I pray, no matter how much I cry, no matter how much I try, life never will turn for me.

It hardly ever does.

I sometimes think that God made a mistake, when He made me. I sometimes think that I'm just taking up space, that I'm just a burden to my own parents, that I just piss others off. I fail in almost everything I attempt, most of my goals and stuff that are too private to record here.

But since this is my life, I have to put up with it. I have to bend it in a way that it can useful to me, in which I have never really succeeded in doing.

So what do I do, to solve this problem?

I lie. I lie, saying that life is going well for me, that I'm doing just fine, that I'm happy. I paste on a smile, and when I laugh, I laugh like I'm truly happy.

But I'm not.

So I keep on lying, lying until it seems like my whole life is a lie itself.

I'm still trying to bend it, praying that the odds are, for once, in my favor.

It never always does.

I have to live life, even if I'm fed up with it.

A horrible day

This is one hot day.

I hate Malaysia's climate.

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......

I have no idea what to put in this post.

So why, why am I writing in?

Answer: There is no answer.

my definition of a normal day

Ah.

All this utter randomness at school must be affecting me. I'm becoming more random than I've ever been before.

Anyway.

I haven't come here to blab about my randomness. I've come to blab about today.

It started out normal today. Had chapel, sang songs... the like. After that I changed the answer keys for LA( I was the assistant monitor) and sat down to prepare for my LIFEPAC test.

Just like a normal day.

Things went on, with the brief interruption caused by Yu Shearn attempting to clean the toilet. I say "attempting" 'cause it took about three people to assist him in scrubbing the toilet. And no, I didn't mean to insult.

Well after I finished preparing I handed in my tattered book and wasted approximately five minutes asking the whole school whether they had a LIFEPAC Test 803 LA with them. Two minutes after asking Garrett for the test I handed it in to Sher-Mayne, who had to photocopy it. While I was hanging around and waiting Charis walked up to me and asked me what part of a rhubarb do we eat.

"Root." I answered.

"Aaaah...OK. What's an artichoke?"

"A sort of flower that we eat." I said. Then Charis asked a question I didn't know.

"What part of a cauliflower do we eat?"

"I don't know." I admitted. "Wait, I'll ask Karmen."

I turned to her, seeing that she was sitting just behind me. "What part of a cauliflower do we eat?"

"I don't know." she said.

"Then I'll ask Basil." I said. I turned to Basil. But before I could even ask the question, I had started to giggle. You see, I have a problem that just does not allow me to speak to some people without laughing first. Basil is one of them.

So while I was sniggering away, Karmen asked the question for me.

"How am I supposed to know? I hate cauliflower!" Basil said.

"Then I'll ask Jon." I said, having controlled myself. I walked up to him.

"What part of a cauliflower do we eat?"

He didn't answer.

"It's for Charis," I said, a bit uncomfortably. To prove my point, I waved a hand at her who was just standing behind me.

"I don't care." replied Jon. "I just throw it in my mouth and chew it and swallow it."

WHATTHEHECK!!!!

I burst out in giggles again. Of all witty questions, he chose this?

Lame.

We asked David. He gave the same answer as Basil: he hated cauliflower. At last we found out the long sought-after answer: it was the flower. It seemed pretty obvious after that.

Grrrrroooooooooaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn.

My hand is tired. Plus it's almost 12 pm. I have to stop now.

Good night.

The Fireflies Domination

Fireflies.

Fireflies.

Aaaannnnd more Fireflies.

It's been all over the radio, this Owl City song. I've been hearing it two to three times a day. As a result, it's now stuck in my head almost daily.

It's not that I'm complaining. I actually like the song. I'll put the lyrics in.

Fireflies Lyrics

You would not believe your eyes

If ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air

And leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude

But I would just stand and stare

(Chorus)

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake while I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs

From ten thousand lightning bugs

As they tried to teach me how to dance

A fox trot above my head

A sock hop beneath my bed

A disco ball just hanging by a thread

(Chorus)

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake while I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

Leave my door open just a crack

(Please take me away from here)

'Cause I feel such an insomaniac

(Please take me away from here)

Why do I tire of counting sheep

(Please take me away from here)

When I'm too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies

I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes

I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are

If my dreams get real bizarre

'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

(Chorus)

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I rather stay

Awake while I'm asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake as I fell asleep

'Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe

That planet Earth turns slowly

It's hard to say that I'd rather stay

Awake while I'm asleep

Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

YESSS!!!!!

I AM DONE WITH MY CEP!!!!

CELEBRATE WITH ME!!!!!

WOOHOO!!!!

Oh darn.

I just remembered my presentation.....

Anyways...

THANK GOD!!!!!!

How could it BE?

I'm so freaking shocked.

Someone died in a condominium last night, around 8 something.

You ask, how could I be so shocked? People die everyday. And some died in condos, too.

Well, let me tell you this: the poor man died in the very condominium I lived in.

It wasn't a murder or suicide act, if that's what you're thinking. It was more of an accident. This 64 year-old man was having a swim in the the calm serenity of the pool in the night when(no-one really knows what happened) he drowned. Mum thinks that he might have had a heart attack.

I should know. I saw his body.

It happened like this.

19th March, Friday, 9 p.m.

It started out pretty normal. Dad closed the shop, Mum decided where to go for nighttime tea, and I just followed along. We went to Penang Kopitiam's, in Parkson. After the last drop of coffee was glugged down, we went for home.

Little did we know what we would find there.

It was a normal drive home. Mum and Dad discussed the house they bought in Taman Skyline and I either sat in monotonous silence or tried to interrupt their endless discussions.

As the security guard at the gate let Dad in, I noticed flashing lights just opposite the kiddie playground. I looked closer and saw a bunch of policemen and the condo guards huddled closely together. They appeared to be talking.

"Mum, what's happening?" I asked.

"We'll find out later," she answered.

We went a little way in the parking lot to find the path we had to cross to park our car blocked by chairs.

"Want to find out what happened?" Dad asked.

"Yeah!" Mum and I answered together.

"Well, hop out. I'll join you later." said Dad, and he unlocked our doors. We were out like a streak of lightning.

As Mum and I hustled to the steps that led outdoors into the playground, I saw that the flashing lights belonged to an ambulance. People were clustered on the sidewalk. Moaning pierced the night air like claws. I could just see a stretcher with wheels lying on the ground, with someone draped in a white cloth lying on it.

Mum gasped. We caught up with a man dressed in green on the steps. Mum asked him what happened.

"Dead." the man answered grimly.

Dead?

"No way!" I whispered to myself. Then a woman kneeling next to the stretcher shifted, and I saw the dead man's face clearly.

He seemed to be sleeping. His aged face was pale, and he had a mane of grey hair. My shock and fear grew.

Dad's face popped out over the parking balcony.

'' What's happened?" he said.

"He's dead!" my mum replied. "Drowned!"

"What?!"

My mum explained as much as she knew, but I wasn't listening. I felt numbed, shocked, fearful.

We went back to our apartment. My parents were talking about the dead man, but I didn't say anything. There wasn't much to say anyway.

It's so weird. At first the day seems normal, if not boring. And then, out of the blue, it leaps at you. Someone drowns in the very place you stay. And you're numbed with shock.

It just tells me that life is unpredictable, a mystery. Who knows what you might find in the next corner?

*groans*

WHY DO I SUDDENLY HAVE THE UNCONTROLLABLE URGE TO PUNCH SOMEONE WHERE IT REALLY HURTS!!!!!!????????!!?

It's 1 'o' clock a.m.

It's 1' o' clock.

In the morning.

All my parents are asleep. I'm the only one awake now, doing my CEP. I just came here for a minute.

Mum says I'll start looking old and everything, complete with panda eyes.

Sigh.

I need some strong, black coffee.

*yawns*

CEP Links :)

Vet

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veterinary_medicine


• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veterinarian


• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veterinary_school


• http://www.a2zcolleges.com/veterinary_schools/


• http://www.careerwithanimals.co.uk/what-you-need-for-becoming-vet.html
• http://www.degrees.info/online/health-care/becoming_a_veterinarian.html

Author

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Author


• http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080822143353AARBYme
• http://www.studydiscussions.com/creative-writing-courses-in-australia/

Journalist

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journalism_school


• http://www.world-newspapers.com/schools.html


• http://www.ehow.com/how_4525204_get-journalism-school.html


• http://www.journalismjobs.com/journalism_schools.cfm


• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journalism


• http://www.hpu.edu/index.cfm?section=undergrad895


• http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090610131528AAiw612


• http://degreedirectory.org/articles/Journalism_Bachelor

Fashion Designer

• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fashion_design


• http://www.fashion-design-schools.net/


• http://www.fashioncareercenter.com/fashion_colleges.html


• http://www.fashion-design-schools-colleges-courses.com/


• http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070722123938AAefYH8

Book Illustrator

• http://www.apu.ac.uk/ruskin/en/home/prospectus/pgpt/children_s_book_illustration.html
• http://www.uclan.ac.uk/information/courses/ma_childrens_book_illustration.php
• http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_much_money_does_an_illustrator_earn

Mid-term Holiday Plans

1. Do CEP report.
2. Do CEP report.
3. Do CEP report.
4. Do CEP report.
5. Finish remainders.
6. Fast and pray.
7. Hope for the best, expect the worst.

This is my holiday plan and I'm sure all those who are doing it as well might have pretty much the same schedule, too.

Happy Holidays, guys!

CEP!!!!! NOOO!!!!

This might be the last time writing in my blog for a long time yet.

Why?

Because I've got my Career Exploration Project to do.

It's HARD!!! I don't know where to start and everything else....

I've been praying to God, asking for guidance and help...

Oh, God, answer my prayers please!

*sigh*

I am one of those unfortunate people with low self-esteem.

Not just low. I mean, really, the down-to-earth-lower-than-crap sort. Almost reaching the zero meter.

Today the Refresher CEPs presentations started. It was Karl's and Jon's turn. When I look at them, I think of my unfinished CEP, and I actually start hating myself for my unnecessary procrastination. I find a lot of reasons to despise myself nowadays. Slow work is one example.

That's how low I go.

Well, at least I(finally) figured out what five occupations I'm going to talk about this CEP. Now I don't feel that useless any more.

All I can say is don't be like me and good luck with your CEPs! ; )

one sad little bird

This is one sad and cranky little magpie.

Although it looks so moody, it's cute, too, in a way.

How can one thing look so unhappy and cute together?

It's so weird.

@_@

Critics Don't Really Matter

It is not the critic that counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

-Theodore Roosevelt

Hols Record

I'm back. FINALLY!!!!!!!!



It was sooooo hectic. And hot. And noisy.



This is a record summary of my 2010 CNY life in Kemayan, Pahang. Sit back and take your time in reading. :P



Day One



Woke up at home dreading the day. Mum and Dad was out in OUG, so I was alone in the house for a while. I made a run-through of what I was going to bring to Pahang.



We left at one. Dad brought Mum to Puchong to stay with Popo(it's grandma in Chinese) and off we went.



We arrived at six in the evening because of the blasted traffic jam. The three little rascals of my cousins were there(Sean, the oldest, Marcus, second to Sean, and Wilfred, the youngest) and another one called Jing Yen, who I'm ok with but hadn't seen in a few years.



We had a rather quick dinner(for me, that is, I was the first to leave the table), and so I had plenty of time later to muck around with my cousins.



Jing Yen and I stayed up really late that night, long after my dad and the trio were asleep. To kill time, I thought about Mishie and her flight to Australia and prayed a little.



I'm glad I stayed up after twelve. There was an awesome fireworks display. =D



Day Two



Woke up rather early considering the time I slept after Day One. I decided to have a walk in the morning air before breakfast.



The trio woke up before me. They messed around at the front of the house, shouting and yelling and throwing rocks. Then they went in to hog all the tidbits.



Jing Yen woke up a little while later. He went out to breathe in some fresh air. Wilfred followed him. He was carrying this big helium balloon with an iron ring fastened at the end of the string to keep it from flying away.



"I dare you to untie the ring!" Wilfred said to Jing Yen.*



So he untied it. He gave the balloon to Wilfred. You can guess what he did next. He let go his balloon in the open air.



We watched it float up and away in the fresh morning breeze.



"My balloon!" Wilfred said.



Wilfred shouted at Jing Yen for loosing the ring. Then he ran indoors to bawl out the story to Auntie Joyce and Uncle Steven. I beckoned to Jing Yen, and both of us ran onto the turning from the house and fled onto the road. We only stopped when we were seven houses away.

A few minutes later, we heard shouting. We turned to see Marcus and Wilfred running in our direction.

"Daddy wants you!" Wilfred yelled.

Jing Yen shrugged, and we retraced our steps back home.

I cannot really remember what happened next, only that Jing Yen had to buy a new balloon for Wilfred. We walked the short distance to the street with shops, Marcus tagging along.

We stopped at a shop to ask whether they sold balloons. The man didn't, but he knew a shop farther ahead that did. I thanked him and we went on.

The kids were getting really hyper when we bought the balloons. They raced throughout the shop, asking whether they could have this and that. We dragged them away from the toys and went back, thinking it was a mistake to bring them along. Apparently my dad didn't even know that I'd roamed the streets of Kemayan.

Nothing much happened after that, only we ran out of water and had to go to Grandma's old house to bathe. Jing Yen had already gone home, so I had nothing to do. I went to bed early, but I couldn't sleep with my dad snoring.


Day Three(today)

I woke up a bit later than yesterday, seeing that I didn't sleep for the best part of the night. After refreshing myself and changing, I sat on the bed to read the book I bought for myself as a Christmas present, The Candlestone, by Bryan Davis.

While I was reading, Dad walked in. He said that there was no water(again?!) and so he was going to the other house to refresh himself. I said ok. He left, with Marcus following.

A little while later, Marcus's family left for the house with the same reasons. They hadn't gone for a few minutes when Dad and Marcus came back on motorbike. Marcus ran straight into the house.

"Where are they?" Marcus asked me.

"They went to the old house." I replied.

"Take me there again!"Marcus begged my dad.

Of course, my dad disagreed, no matter how much Marcus pleaded. Finally he lost his temper. "Then I'm going there myself!" And before any of us could react, he ran off.

"Oi!" I ran after him, but Dad called me back.

We waited for a minute, thinking that Marcus was jesting. He wasn't.

Finally my dad got worried. He grabbed a motorbike and kicked it to life.

But before he could even turn out of the driveway, Marcus suddenly appeared, with this stupid grin on his face. "Are you looking for me?" he asked.

My dad was really pissed, but I was laughing. Finally my dad joined in. He told Marcus to never ever do that again. Pity he didn't tell Auntie Joyce, though. There would have been a spectacular show.

I waited anxiously for two 'o' clock to come. When it did, I nudged my dad and pointed at the clock. We packed our stuff, said our byes, and left.

We reached home slightly earlier than when we'd reachad Kemayan. There was still that stupid traffic jam, though.

I could hardly wait to get home. When my mom opened the door, I rushed in to greet her, and the old house. Thank God everything was over with my cousins.

This is a sssuuuupppeeerrr loonng post. Happy CNY, guys! =D

*The words spoken above were actually translated into English from Chinese. The writer apologizes for any translation errors above.

Yeah. It's Chinese New Year. Again.

I know I should feel happy, what with the ang pows and food and all, but I'm just not. I don't know why, but I just don't seem to enjoy CNY.

I'm leaving for Pahang, Kemayan, today. It's a rrreeeeeaaaaaallllyyy long 2-3 hour ride from KL to there. The sun's freaking hot. And I'm having cramps.

I have a feeling that it's going to be a really cranky CNY....>(

Happy Valentine's Day, guys!

<3

Work.

Homework.

Presentations.

Workworkworkworkwork.

Wish me luck.

; )

A totally gross post

(WARNING. This post contains seriously awful pictures that can gross you out. So if you do not like flies and hate horrendous art, this post is so NOT for you.)

My mum and I were on the comp the day before, searching for Jack Russells, when we, by chance, came across this.

There were seven more where these came from, but I only saved one more and I couldn't upload the other one in. This weird fly artist was nicknamed "Flychelangelo" and I'm not surprised. Pffffft.