M-E-R-R-Y C-H-R-I-S-M-A-S

Santa can you hear me...
i've been so good this year...                                                                                                                      all i want is one thing...
praying for healthy...
upon my family..
inside my truly heart...
Santa, that's my only wish...
this year...


i hope all of you a fulfilling CHRISMAS              -!'''!-
    this year.                                                            ( ' . ' )
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Hey! Just Learn to Let It Go Already!

Do you ever forgive someone or a thing that cause severe pain to you, or forget vengences that turn out to be a nightmares during the night?

My answer is YES, you should learn to let it go before you lost yourself. Why would i write this because i want to share the experience which i've gone through in a really hard-time. Three days before, nervous feeling ran vigorously in my body and finally my gross stood straight.

On twenty-third, PMR's result will be released, candidates can take their result from 10.oo morning, the ministry of education said.

On that faithful day, i came to school with my parent right at 10.00 morning. The journey to the school was rather short and i finished it with waving hands to my old friends. When i took a step into the hall where result's going to be given, my friends gathered at the one of a long bench calling at me.

ah...huh..here comes the organiser, ck are you going to post it on FACE BOOK?

Dong...we plodded heavily towards the U-shape table. Once i stared at the grades i was nearly dropped myself down the floor. GOSH...how could this be 6As and 2Bs(Chinese and Malay)....i ignore my friends questioned and straights ahead back home. I was sad. All my friends and my classmates got better result than me i felt like dying in an isolated one amongst other. Friends kept consoling me cause i looked awful that time. Friends advised me to draw a complaint as there perhaps mistaken markings. however i told myself they're nothing to blame to, no ones, or even the examiners.

Sadness occupied my thought. And every time i looked at the result, it pierced my heart without mercy. So i started to imagine how excellent my result was: straights As that's what i badly wanted. When i last took a deep breath glanced at the result again, i finally awoke, i finally accept the fact, the fate that fell upon me.

I at last learn to let it go, let it be what it is. Even though i cannot change the fact, i can gain from this mistake and transform this mistake to one of my life crucial experience in the coming challenges.

THE WINTER SOLSTICE

DONG ZHI's already passed for 3 days.Yet, i still remember it as a series of vivid pictures play in my fanciful mind.

GO ROUND AND ROUND...spinning by my thoughts...

I tried to catch some memories of last year ones which i been through with my family, it's awakening in my warmest blanket and joyous all over the corners and rather feeling sweet in my heart.But this year, everythings' different when my sister is not with us to celebrate.


One fact that i convince most is we're a family, no matter where we are, we'll never forget eachothers as bloodlines connect us as one soul. "sister, do you know we are looking at the same blue-sky where miss and nostalgias in contact to our lives.
                        

Every single balls of TANG YUAN are rounded with loves..     

PMR

countdown 5 more days to my destiny><

Nightmare

i dreamed a dream in time gone by...
when hope was high...
and life is meaningful...
i dreamed a dream over the night...
when night-mare comes by...
and i was young and unafraid...

What a awful dream i've dreamed today. In my dream, i was lining up and waiting for the result given. My nerve ran fast and my heartbeats was quickening when time went on. Looking around, my friends, classmates, people that i don't recognise jabbering all over the hall. It made me feel rather nervous by now.

Oh gosh...how i gonna face it...my result...

3 BAYAN form-teacher's face twisted every time she gave out a result. Finally, was my turn, i swaggered thorough and met her eyes. My teacher spoke up when her eye-brow twinkled:

Ck, result kamu lihat sendiri lah.

I tried not to expose it to my friends and my parents, i stood aside and unfolded it. Just then it showed a series of odd numbers printed by the side of all subjects. I couldn't find any of the A-B grades, just nombers.

What the hell do those nombers stand for?

Urggggggg..."DING DONG" "DING DONG" my heart ring keep on waking me up...

I sigh: it's all just a dream

Old Kithcen Equipment

"lesung batu" or "mortar and pestle"...have you ever heard this before in BM or BI (seldom being known). Nowadays, housewives are more exposed to brand new electrical mixing blender than a "lesung batu". Is a shame of not knowing what is it...(mom always emphasizes)

I thought i've missed a chance to see it in naked eyes. Surprisingly, our house has one, only one. Mom uses it to crush down the recipe till it gives out a mild aroma to the cook. It is better to learn how does it work because electrical mechanism spoils the original taste yet, lesung batu is a gift from our ancestor. We all should appreciate it.

If your mom still insisting using electrical blender, prove her with your "nenek moyang".

MAGNETOPHON

Erm... the title sounds weird...what do you know about the title of today. "Magnetophon"...

Early in the morning of 16th DEC 2010, dad drives mom to the morning market over a short distant from our house. I'm awoke by the slam door, it's must be my brother again. Why can't he treat the door with care? Errr...But my heart tells me that something is more important than grumbling at my brother. I've to deal with the house chores today...OMG...

I brush my teeth, cleanse up my face and start the chores. First, is mopping, it just a piece of cake to me as simply the fast. Next, sun-drying the clothes to the hangers. I'm getting mad when i find out all the hangers has gone nowhere. Scratching my hair and seek through the entire house.

Ah...huh...they're in the bracket sitting tilt in the store room.

I quicken my movement and grab them. After empty the space, i see some old cassettes which known as "Magnetophon". I drew them closer, realise that the cassettes have already aged for some years. The words on them has faded to nothing so i couldn't read. Mom says the cassettes played HOKKIAN SONGz. I think they're from my parent's generation. I tear up the tapes into a hundred pieces of cassttes hair......

FruitY to Fitness Week = Minggu Buah-Buahan

we love pineapple...
we love apple-orange...
we love mangoes...
is so much more to eat...

boom de ah na...

I hereby announce the very formal week of fruits week and minggu buah-buahan. In my house, inside the fridge, they're apples, green apples, oranges, mangoes, papayas, pomegranates, green seedless grapes and etc...

I wish all of you could join me but obviously you can't, so be ready to sneak a fruit from the pictures...

FruitY Month = Minggu Buah-Buahan

When a HOLI's DAY Goes No Time

Ya...ya...ya...i would like to apologise to the blogger CKz's logue for not updating blog daily. Things go rush whenever there's a family holiday, unlike the usual daily routine. One could be said is tired and rather exhausted.


On the passing holiday, family and i went to bargains, looked for some new stuffs which could make use in decorating our house before Christmas's eve. Early in the morning, we had nothing for our breakfast and then headed to consult a blood-checked analyser. Don't think was for me or.......but my elder brother who's gotten ill-feeling since plaguing headache and little dizziness.


We took our time eating breakfast...oppsZZZ....that's already a brunch. Later...my phone rang for a several times. So i picked  it up:   

Mr. young Gan, dun forget you've a appointment at 2.00p.m.at NEW YOUR SKIN SOLUTION, see you then..bye 

"Rot, i better gotta go now, if not i'm late for some jams"  Gavern(elder brother) drove me and mom to IOI shopping mall before any word went out from his mouth. Just in time, we waited patiently at the visitiors' sits. You must be curious about why would i be here. why? "because i'm here for my precious face, i want my face free from any kind of face-problems". There's a long story of my face since i diagnosed with pimples and black-heads that grew on my oily face. SAD...


I gave it a try when my parents, esp my brother told me about NEW YORK SKIN. At first i wanted to drop by DERMATOLOGICAL CENTER but i was attracted by the Christmas promo: 

RM38 for a trial section, isn't it cheap?... 

During the first trial treatment, i was given a steamed-cool mask applied on my face for contracting the face's pores, so that oily cells would appear easily. After 20 mins, the consultant helped me squeezed out the black-heads and oily acne. That sounded pain and yuckzzzz. It absolutely been a severe section for me. Then, we'd got antiseptics mask which last 25 mins, to ensure the germs was rid thoroughly, they provided antiseptic mechanism.

The last stage to the end totally drown me like icy cold. My face was done with mint mask as a under layer and another cold mixture on top to allow my skin's pore minimised. 25 mins in coldness, just like my entire body was chilling in GREENLAND. Muahahahahaha..........

To the payment of packages, i was shocked by the prices.

Oh...My...Gosh...my package was costed about RM4000...i think with this money i could buy a new laptop or even spend it on my next year tuition fees.

After negotiating with the branch manager, we signed up as a member at a affordable price. We also got a set of free-goodies (skin health-care-cleanser) and a cosmetic bag. Yea.......

Hey...sister, i think this is your next year present. How's it ? Cool? ya right...Yah, i could save my money and you got your present. It's just another win-win for me. YO...!!!

NOTHING BUT BORING

It's about half past ten, at night. I keep scrolling my social web-page, finding if they're something new to discover or update. Blah...Blah...Blah...everyone seems to disappear for a while. Staring up high at the sky, looking for the Polaris, searching it in the Unmeasurable universe, making as many wishes as i could by the constellation of stars.                       
                                                     

I fall asleep over the stars, counting from 1 till my eyes see blurs.....here i go my dream!!!

Unexpected Destination

 Dear Friday:
                     As normal, what i used to do is wake up, brush up, exercise, breakfast and etc...As i untie the plastic bag which hold CHAH KUEW TIAO+ extra pedas, a familiar voice strucks through my back:

hey, we're going to your auntie's house near IoI Mall, do you want to come with us?

said my father. My mom comfort me to come along as she would think that I'll rather get bored when no one is with me. But my mom would never know what is inside my thought. So I've no choice but to follow her reluctantly, and starting to grumble when i get into the car. After some classic hokkian music, i come up to accept my fate.

                   Suddenly, my mom's suggesting to visit my grandpa's youngest brother in the rural area I've never heard before, locate in Puchong Saljana. And that is the final decision. The route to my grand-uncle's housing area is bit winding luckily it has a smooth-tarred road.  

                   ...i take a first glance around every corner of my grand-uncle's 2-stories terrace. A couple of seconds, an unusual stuff comes to my eye-lid. Before i could figure it out what is it, it sparkles from where it sits. Oh...it's a MICKY-MOUSE TELEPHONE, made of million of tiny blinking and MINNIE is laid beside the phone-hold, glittering towards DISNEYLAND.

                   Time goes over chit-chatting, i feel a little boring lying at the hard-couch, no one is bothering me or even talk to me. SAD... you know why... because none of the people in the crowd a teen, just my grand-uncle and his wife. Tik Tok...Tik Tok...Tik Tok...i begin to take picture of myself for fun. As you know this is what a teenager will do to distract the time from being slow.

                   Finally...thx god...we end up the tour with HEAVY-HEARTED, of cause's not me, is my mom they all. For no reason to starve ourselves, mom and i led by dad drop by the nearest restaurant:

PUCHONG YONG TOU FU!!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                          

What Am I Thinking ?

The day after yesterday (WED) is today (THU). I take a few paces to the bathroom where i always be when i first wake up from bed. Intention swerves me into the mirror which hang still on the wall above the sink.

Ck, be yourself ! you are special than any others...you are born to be yourself........

A strange feeling drains up my entire body in just a momentary. I think hard of myself from the head till the toes, am i really so special ?. I ask myself. I look at the reflection of myself in the mirror, HE is tall and merely fits the body-size of a middle. HE owns a regular feature as normal but in HIS eyes, is a dark pupil casting a very attractive light. like there's a brilliant power of the great sun, for another beam of sunlight. He has a shaggy eyebrow that startles me. When do i look scary?


Opsszzzzz... all the descriptions above is me when i realise I've change after last summer, proceeding to adolescent stage. Before i got my lunch, i would like to admit the truth of being myself is awesome than everything. Let's say out lound:

i'm special!!!

IMAGINE

imagine all the people...

living life in peace...

you...hu.....

you may say i'm a dreamer...

but i'm not the only one...

and the world will be as one.......

Imagine i'm a soul-blogger throughout the words stream, comes up with the most sincerely article from my deep heart core. To many, writing blogs is just another spare time hobby but i take it as my very first career.                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Imagine *day *month *year 

As usual, I'm on my writing task. Transforming the scenes and every single details i gone through into a passage of words. My heart is pounding as the last word is typed to be completed. Small drops of sweats are gathering around my forehead, waiting to fall off. I could feel the satisfaction of today's before the first droplet brings the saltiness into sensation.

Feasting on Your Thoughts

For your information, students around Malaysian are having two and a half months Year's End Holidays. Therefore, no schools, no gossips, no new jabbering-stocks and finally no school life to be depicted or written here. Oh...i feel a bit dizzy, like words are spinning around my fancy brain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Ah..huh..Why don't we talk about FOOD? anything which is edible. May i ask myself what's my favourite food amongst the many? is everyone the enthusiasm for foods and has never change his/her mind for its?. Well...i think I'm a sort of not being crazy with food but a little picky at them. I'll not show too much liking towards the food l like nor with my every single nerve impulses  that connect my whole emotional.  ><                                                                                                                                                                                                        

However, i do have a favourite food, kind of confectionery. CHOCOLATE!!!...whatever kind of food blends to chocolate is my first choice. I don't know when i started to adore chocolate very much. All i could convince is i develop a great desire on chocolate, its smell is irresistible, its taste is classic yet its formations is genuine. l like the feeling of the chocolates melt and shroud my every inner- part of my month as every chews of sweetness represents hopes, happiness and cheering. like I'm in the land of ELYSIUM, growing chocolates trees upon the land of heaven. :)

I flinch open the fridge and snatch 2 bars of chocolate out from the cool air, starting munching with it. :D