frustrating week

Depressing, frustrating weeks

Much to their dismay, the exams are to come. The inevitable test to confirm their existence in the school next year. The teacher gave a bright reassuring smile with piles of notes and worksheets that were ever so encouraging. From the very time of intense studying and late night coffees, their time is to come the next few days.

Monday, a time to arrive in the fresh mood or with the Monday blues to school. Facing stern teachers who fire students down for not doing their homework, no matter how “valid” the excuses are. A little homework placed on the every desks while revision will be freshly gone through tonight.

Tuesday, the time to come with a little fresher look than normal. Books carried to school are ready to be tackled and attacked. However, a little later, the pile of homework gone a little higher and revision is on tonight.

Wednesday, a happy moment to know that the school ends early but boring classes rips the enthusiasm. Another late night of revision.

Thursday, a thin smile on the face and the ever thinning optimism, tackled the day with fiery tempers and multiple coffees. Glaring at teachers who ask questions where nobody can answer. The predictable headache coming up now and then. The midnight oil burns as the slogging through notes begins.

Friday, armed with little books and black eyes with the final strength of the spirit to complete the school week and back to the comfy beds where sleep is called the luxury of exam periods.

AND NOW, THE TESTS BEGIN!

mommy!!!!!

dedicated to my mom

You tore your hair out at me

and then you pester at me to study.

Keeping an eye on me while I am cooped up in my room

breathing the "really" fresh air that i need so much.

That is now.

I remembered last time,

16 years ago,

I wake you up regularly every hour at night,

in a very "polite" manner,

Just because I feel like it.

I know that I am a lucky person to have you.

And for the 17th time that I have to tell you....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

A memory gladly remembered

Madeleine, Xuan, Alvin and I went over to my two month old house. Yes, I just moved house. We really have fun, but we do miss our dear friend Sherie. Do you know, to see all of them smile is like giving me a thousand priceless gifts. I feel so happy and glad. Why such smiles matters to me so much is a reason of my own. We really have fun. Swimming, joking, laughing and making our own sandwiches. Then we watched INUYASHA!!!!! (I LIKE!!!!!!) And there's a lot of juicy stuff in between. (i think only they know) Anyway, I love this day. It's been a while since I have fun these two days. hahaha.... Yesterday, i went bowling with a another of my best friend. So yup, it's fun too! I like these two days a lot. So I am taking all those in and place them in the treasure chest in my mind and heart. Have fun people. I shall cherish these memories in my heart.

What can I do?

I care about you I really do.

How i really wish that I can be there physically to hold you when you start crying

or maybe just keep you busy for a while.

I really care about you.

Yet, you have taught me a lot of things

It's strange that you are the one who open my eyes and heart.

Everytime, I see you sad, or perhaps, depressed,

I worry for you.

But I can't do much.

Just place a listening year on the phone for you.

I want to cheer you up

or perhaps help you in your problems.

But the problems that you face are in yourself.

I can only give you a shoulder to lean and cry when you need it.

I care about you, I really do.

perhaps some love and care will help you get back and stand

Be strong my dear, I know you can.

Be open to your loved ones and they will understand you.

I will always give you whatever support I can give you.

And God is always there for you if you need him.

Take care my dear.

HAve faith in God and be better soon.

You are always my best friend.

God bless!

yeah sure

I have told them not to do this

but Noooo......

they just don't wish to listen to me


I have told this two to use this thing for safety

but Noooooooo....

they dun wish to listen to me.

I have TRIED to convince them to listen to me....

but NOOOooooo...

They told me toshut up. AND NOW......

Jim and Dim has pop corns all over the sofa because they don't wish to use the bowl.

frustrated

I am cranky, I am moody and I need some time. I need some time to find that will, to find that strength. I need to go stronger. What is with this pressure on me? I know I must study. I am going to get a clear mind. I need it. What is with this habit? What's with this dreaming. Why can't I concentrate?

My dreams
My goals
My hopes

Where are they to motivate me? How do I motivate myself?

Just give me sometime. I need some time. I will give myself a week.

two left in the world

When chaos and violence tears the world we knew apart and left the one world we knew to be lost forever. What do you do?

He grabbed her, hugging her sober sprit as she burst into tears. The pain can never be so great as the two held each other. Nothing was left, absolutely nothing but themselves. There’s no more chirping of birds, the running squirrels or anything alive. Except for the kind old sun that radiates warm energy to them and the four elements that managed to survive the crude world, earth, fire, wind and water. Everything else was silence except the sound of the wind whispering. Barren fields lay on the land with wasted soil. Why does it end that way? And why leave only these two to them.

He held the girl as her tears soaked into his worn shirt as he hugged her. Then, he whispered to her in hopes of comforting her and himself,

“Here I am, this is me,

There’s no one else other than you and me.

Here I am
Just me and you
There’s no one else I rather be……

It’s a new world,
It’s a new start,
It’s a life with the beating of your heart.
It’s a new day,
It’s a new way. I will always love you,
Here I am.”

The girl stopped and stared into his eyes. “Maybe heaven wanted us to do something. Something that is really important. To create a new life, to plant seeds into the ground and leave the rest of the other lives to appear once again. There will be a new world, a world where every living thing will live in harmony, where mistakes can be solved and where happiness and peace is known.”

He cupped his hands on her face,” There’s still hope. We can do this.”

Yes, there’s hope as long as you don’t give up. The girl stopped crying. She took his hands and the both went off, into the barren fields to create life, to carry on hoping.

Is there such a thing of falling in love with such an idiot?

I wonder is it my good fortune or bad luck when I come to know you. I don’t know how I even met you. I am guessing it is just by chance.

You are an insensible, selfish, and uncaring and you are certainly not really gentlemen-like (unlike me). You tease me beyond redemption and honestly, sometimes, I just want to sock you right in the face.

But tell me this, why, as time passes, do I find myself falling in love with you? Why each time you made an insult to me, I get hurt, and still love you? WHY?

I found myself admiring the silver shine in your hair, the sly little smile of yours and your almost childlike personality. Tell me why I am doing so.

I remember the time the mischievous and fidgety you fluffed my hair out of boredom in class. But why, oh why, did I smile after scolding you with all the colourful and shocking words available in the world?


Have I gone crazy? What is this love? I used to scoff at one-sided love but right now, I wonder…..

The thing is what do you feel about me? It will pain my heart not to have you by my side. I do not know why.

The logical and down to earth I falling with a person like you. I do not understand at all. However I have one thing to say, I do not know why, but I love you, truly I do.

my first poem.... deepful sleep

This is my first poem... So i am just testing this blog out.


I watched her lay in bed,
Her petite face pale and white,
shone in the darkest dim of night.

A smile that had been false all this life,
A cheer that bring false life to many,
Yet, in a mask that holds the sorrow and pain,
A sense of hollow appears never in vain.

And now, her sickness crutched her,
Dragging her into the dark deep depths.

But for many years,
After through many sufferings and pain,
After watching her parents die in the hands of brutal ones,
After being raped and beaten,
Finally, I saw her come to rest.


Peaceful and serene painted her face,
Making her beautiful all the more,
I took my love’s hand and kissed it,
Whispering, “sleep my dear, sleep.”
And with a loving look to me, she went to sleep,
Peaceful and serene and calm and all….