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