12-Hours Hibernation of Little Dormouse

The end of October... Phew~time flies

I had been staying in a small corner in UEP(United Estate Projects) Subang Jaya for almost 4 months. Day after day, I saw and I learnt a lot of thing that I had never thought I would have to learn it. Things came to the climate in my Sem 1 when I discovered that I had went through my life and the things around me all alone in this foreign and distinct township in Klang Valley, Selangor, Malaysia. In great surprise, I found out I was growing up not physically but mentally indeed, I started to become self-dependent and more often I solved my problems with own hand and without the guidance, advices, and care from my parents and those who had consanguinity with me.

I started to realize that I was changing towards a social-adaptable girl..Ooh~should be lady now!
I started to realize that I had contemplated a lot of thing that I used to neglect it in the past.
I started to realize that I could hardly put my sincere smile up in front of my comrades now.
I started to realize that I didn't have so much of happy and sincere stuff to laugh about.
I started to realize that the world wasn't as perfect as I had imagine before.
I started to realize that my parents couldn't afford to protect me under their wings since I had flew out from the cage to further my potential and ability at a place so far from them.
I started to realize more and more things in my life...and the most significant "theory" I had discovered thus far is I have to work hard and try hard to find some happy, funny, interesting twaddles or events to get myself free from the overwhelming stress from the surrounding. Or at least, get myself some times to breath and to put on my smile that I wish to show all the time.

Well~12-hours of hibernation in my new room was totally a new experience for me. What I meant is I had never been in a state of dormant for so far in my new dorm. It made me awake,more conscious and too energetic till all my system down for a couple of hours due to excessive and explosive voltage that melt down my fuse. Haiz..haiz..I've to replace another one to allow my system to regain normal status.

Well~12-hours of hibernation in my verdant bed was utterly a newfangled experience for me. Usually, my "CRAP" system and "LAUGH" system operated within me once I woke up and regain my spirit from my utopia. I was used to smile and laugh after something humorous flashed through my mind, but today..aha~I was completely taken aback when I saw my sweetheart didn't nag me up with his sharp, shrieking "ring,ring" sound. I woke up instinctively, stared at his face and shocked. I knew I had woke up this morning especially when I heard the sound when the front door opened, and I knew my friends were ready to go for their battle, I wished them luck in my heart and I continued to have my sleep. My dream..and finally I ended up woke up extremely late in the afternoon and settle myself with my breakfast=lunch. Haha~and overwhelmed myself with my affection because my "LAUGH" system was out of function, and finally broke out sobbing in front of my laptop because I miss my family. Haiz~~='l

Started to realize a lot of things and started to realize......

~CHERISH~

#Dormouse regains its health, fuse changed.

当情绪遇上“认知失调”时

玲儿曰：

我很矛盾
当我觉得我不应该如此鲁莽、冲动行动时，
我却反其道而行，越做越夸张，越说越离谱，
越解释，谎话也变得越来越多。

我很讨厌
当我觉得应该对他人好的时候，
当我愿意把我会的东西拿出来和他人分享的时候，
当我把一切都传授出去的时候，
他们却对我摆个冷脸、来个莫不相识的表情。
冷酷得。。不再像我印象中所认识的人。

这算什么。。？！
算什么？！！

背叛的感觉掺杂着那酸涩的心。。。
而在孤独无助的感觉笼罩下。。
我觉得很辛苦。。很心酸。。
真的让人好想哭！！
好想好想大声大声地哭出来~~
哭个痛快！！！

飞鱼曰：

可恨呐~~也很可笑啊~~
欲哭无泪~~
就算想哭，也只能像小媳妇般，小小声地、压抑地、断断续续地哭得眼睛红肿，像个疯婆子般自爱自怜，自我安慰，这算什么？！算什么？？！
你干嘛要这样折磨自己，干嘛要为那些鸡皮琐碎的事情哭得死去活来。
真讽刺！！！一点都不值得这样做！！！！！！！！！

小女孩该长大了！！！
世界是现实的，继续活在美梦中只会让你跌得更快，更狠，更狼狈！！
世界一直在走，人也变得越来越浮夸、险恶、奸诈， 许许多多负面的情绪、经验、感想持续侵蚀着人类少得可怜的纯洁之心。
纯洁？！！？世界还有这样的人存在吗？

早该知道，早已见识过人类无情的一面；为何还学不乖？！
难道要等到摔得支离破碎、瓦不相全时，才会记住这个教训吗？？！

身边对你好的人不多，真心对你的人也曾提醒过你了。
为何你还那么地笨、那么地傻？！
醒醒吧~利益相辅的世界，没什么是全白或全黑，其中的灰色地带才是最危险的！！

事情显而易见呐~~
世界若是全白的，全世界就不需要警察、法官、律师的存在，也不需要他们的服务。
他们的存在只会是多余的。。
世界若是全黑的，全世界就不需要人类的存在了。。
男人、女人，小孩、少年、成人、老人，
个个都是阴狠凶险的，冷酷无情的，自私孤傲的，
全黑的一面影藏着无数腐败的心灵。
世界的存在还有何意义？？

干脆来个大爆炸，让一切回归于零，
重新出发，重新出现人类，达文西重新研究人类的演变，人类的成长。爱迪生重新发明灯泡，贝尔重新发明电话，马克波罗重新往汪洋探险去。。。
不！！！！不不不！！不要。。不要。。。不要。。。。

他们。。别再出现了！！！别重新再来过~
我们所受的苦还不够多吗？失去的还不够吗？所承受的压力还不够重吗？？

别了，别了，历史别再重演了！！
若重演，那重生就失去了意义！！！

了无意义~

算了~~

#心灵的抒发、情绪的纾解；想说的就说，想做的就做。##
多说无益，赶快睡觉去！！！

P/S： 第一次尝试如此的疯狂讽刺、抨击，虽然一点都不像我的作风，却超爽的！重读它，还真的很恐怖。
@___________@

UU

炸到！！Boom~~

Old Ghost

~Chapter One~

It is Jim Brennan's birthday. He wakens on this humid August morning, startled by birdsong echoing across the garden outside and, for a long time, he stares in confused remembrance towards where the swelling orange sun is burning the faded floral wallpaper across from his tumbled bed.

'It's my birthday,' he finally realises. 'I'm seventy-six today. Where did it go?'

Climbing painfully from a sore mattress, standing in striped pyjamas by the window, Jim stares gardenwards. There's much too be done. Later. Much later. These days it's all weed killing, backache and wishes. Outside in the sunrise garden roses are already awake, clematis climbs like a growing child and all the border marigolds are on fire.

'It's my birthday.'

Next door's dog barks. A cat scales a glass sharp wall and drops beside its shadow under an apple tree, stalking anxious sparrows with the first sun. Under the broken birdhouse a mouse plays with a nibble of yesterday's bread. Shadows shrink in bright shyness against all the garden fences and the last star melts into dawnrise. There's heat in the breathless August day already.

Jimmy Brennan, seventy-six, sitting in his kitchen. Silent. The house, holding its breath around him, the roof heavy and oven baked. Jim's thick veined hands brush toast crumbs from the plastic tabletop and when he moves his faded slippered feet dust dances giddily on the sun patched carpet. He listens to the awakening of the new day: the clock on the dresser ticks hurriedly and the letter box snaps awake.

Jim walks to the hall and picks up bills and ads that promise discounts and holidays abroad. Jim has never been out of Ireland, never crossed the sea. His tired eyes examine the envelopes at arm's length. There are no birthday cards to sigh over - these days who would know?

Returning to the familiar kitchen he slides a knife along his letters, slitting out their folded information. It's better than nothing. Even if the electricity is red and overdue. At least, they keep in touch. No longer absorbed in his letter opening task Jim looks at the sunlight shining blindly on his glazed, brown teapot and then, laying the bad news aside for later, he pours more lukewarm tea. He sits and thinks about birthdays back then. Cakes and ale, songs and celebrations and the long dead who cared. Back when.

~Chapter 2~

'Time flies,' he says.

He's talking to himself most days - who else will listen? Up in the still shadowed parlour a clock chimes the hour and Jim rises tiredly and prepares to face the day. When he turns on the wireless the news assaults his soul. The world is littered with dead children and pain. Bad news amuses while the ad men slip in a jingle. The world has gone mad with cruelty and nobody seems to have noticed. He turns a dial and foreign voices cackle urgently in the ether. Talking violence in tongues, telling of the rapes of children, no doubt. The media loves abusing the innocent with their excited updates and urgently breaking stories. It was different back then. It seemed quieter and children could play on the streets. Back when.

Ring- a- ring- a- rosy! Jim smiles and finds Mozart and the morning is saved by Cherubino. Then he dresses and walks, cane and cloth cap, to the front door and checks the windows and the bolts and all's secure. When the nighttime house creaks with its own age, Jim thinks of burglars and imagined violations and trembles in case they invade him.

What a world!

Jim swings open the front door and sees Ellen Kelly stands there, smiling like sunlight.

'Happy birthday, Jim.'

No longer astonished, Jim smiles back and sighs because Ellen isn't really there.

Ellen Kelly, fourteen last week. He's been seeing Ellen a lot lately. She walked behind him all the way to the hushed library yesterday and when he sat to rest in Carolyn Park she was standing under a tree, waiting in its shade.

'I didn't forget,' Ellen says.
'I know, I know.'
'Will you come out to play?'
'I can't Ellen. You're dead.'

The sun slides down the street and settles on Jim's house and Ellen fades like a startled shadow.

'Poor Ellen,' Jim whispers sadly. 'My poor dead darling.'

Jim avoids the supermarket. It's too complicated. Grim checkout people urgent to get home. Kids breathing asthma. Babes bawling immediate needs. Bald headed young men pushing forward, rings in their ears, rape in their shiftless eyes. Never stare back. Girls demanding more. Car parks cluttered with stress earned money. Housewives hurrying, car exhausts, liberated women with little freedom. The exhaustion of super markets and too much choice. Too big, too modern. Too lonely for Jim.

~Chapter 3~

He goes to smaller stores, chats with familiar people and gets milk and eggs and a small loaf of fresh bread. Further along, outside the charity shop, Mrs Barret from number twenty-nine nods an inquisitive greeting.

'How are you keeping?' she asks, looking past him at the bargains in the window.
'Grand, thank God. Yourself?'
'Couldn't be better.'

Life is strangled with polite lies.

Jim walks home through the heating streets towards sanctuary at seventy six.

In his armchair in the parlour looking out on the road. Hearing the parlour's ten time chime and the long day stretching ahead like a dreadful eternity. The terror of ten a.m. Nothing to do and outside bright girls hurry through the morning, sun on their heads, time on their hands. Feet clattering, black tights, skirts just short of sin. Making promises.

I'm glad I'm not young anymore.

Jim despises this time of day. Already too hot for the garden and nothing to fill the mind until making something at lunchtime. Light sustenance for the long afternoon lengthening drearily ahead like an empty road going nowhere. Jim tries to read but even in glasses the words are a blur.

'Ellen,' he whispers and her name rings in his head like a tolling bell.

Ellen Kelly, Kelly Ellen, Kellen Nelly.

Jim plays with her. His eyes close. He becomes delirious with dreaming and hears distantly the brass handle under the Brassoed letterbox clattering once. Jim shuffles down the hall and when he cautiously opens the wide door Ellen is there, fifteen and lovely, framed in the sun like a miracle. Ellen Kelly, budding with womanhood and childfresh happiness.

'Will you not come out to play, Jim?'

From behind, a different ghost in the dark hallway, Jim's mother, smiling.

'He's got to do some shopping for me, Ellen dear.'

Jim, sixteen, between women, inter Ellen's, adolescently happy.

'I'll come along with you, then,' Ellen, always agreeable.
'We'll go to the shops together. If that's all right?
Mother agrees, loving neighbour Ellen like the daughter her grey age longs for.
'Of course it's all right with me, darling.'

Jim and Ellen walking down the path with mama at the door, waving like a mother, waiting until they are beyond the gate, forever worrying about crossing roads and unsuspected illnesses. Tuberculosis, Pneumonia. Polio. Measles. Mumps. You name it. Young people often died young back then.

~Chapter 4~

Jim and Ellen, heads tilted, magnetic affection drawing them closer, talking, laughing, a pair apart from others. In love. Ellen's raven hair curling around her tiny, elfin ears. Ellen, quiet and reliable as the moon.

'Will you love me forever?' Jim asks.
'Forever and ever,' Ellen assures, squeezing his hand.

On the way back they short cut thorough the August woods. A long short cut. Still talking, their words tumbling like thistledown on the hot butterflied silence. In the deep green they settle in shade and kiss among fernleafs, innocently. They kissed like that for years.

Life, a summer holiday until seventeen. Then. Jim goes to Cork with his father. A business trip. Magnificent Cork and boat bobbing, cathedraled Cobh and then the Metropole Hotel. Swanky. Dinner and desserts. Black ties, brown cigars. Gin and tonic with a twist of lemon. Now Cork is always dry gin and a twist in Jim's fading memory. Bitter lemon.

Jim with father's friends. A party and the talcum smell of sex. Dad leaves early with a friend. Dad feels only half married. Winking a man's signal. Permission to sin. A bird in the bush.

Jim dancing until dawn with necklace and pearls. Back at her oak roomed upstairs house she says her parents are away and Jim is still not sober.

'Let me help you to bed,' he says, learning the rules of the game and when to cheat.

Sixteen Ellen smelled of love and roses. This girl is twenty and slick with gin. Pearls in her ears, stones in her heart. Bath naked she drips rich. Jim falls into her and is devoured. Ellen, sweetest sixteen, gave him everything except that. Her tended flesh is reserved for the marriage bed. Jim wanted more. Pearls before swine.

Mea culpa, Ellen -mea maxima culpa!

The blonde one came to Dublin with the snow, passion pursuing Jim all grown up and knowing. Blood on snow. Seventeen Ellen, discarded, like a toy wound down, broken and useless.

'Don't you want me anymore?'
'No.'

Tears on Ellen's bitten lips. Eyes red with pain. Soul seared. Ellen goodbye.

'No. I don't want you.'

Jim brave and final, cruel as winter. Abandoned Ellen, quietly waiting for him to mature. Next year he took the pearly girl away. Holidaying. Not even saying goodbye to pale Ellen, eighteen and alone with sickness teasing her young pink lungs, her heart dark with love. Ellen's innocence like petals blowing on grass, dancing redly away. Crowns of thorns for Ellen's virgin bridehood. Veils of tears.

~Chapter 5~

Ellen ill.

On Jim's return his mother greets him with rubbing, folded fingers. Wet cheeks.

'Poor Ellen,' mama whispers.

Respect for the dead.

Jim matures. Instantly.

Too late.

Ellen's black blood on her spitting lips. The flowers on her grave stiff in frost. Brown leaves tumbling, flying wildly in the frozen air, reburying her. No more warm kisses and a heart soaring with love. Ellen nineteen, never twenty. Mama behind the coffin, mama in her own maternal grave. And rain for fifty long years and more, after that.

My darling gone for evermore!

Clock chime. Ding. One. Ding. Two. Et Cetera.

Jim struggles from a dream speaking her name into the listening shadows.

'Ellen?

The pitch dark shadows silent as lovewords from dead mouths. Marble graveyard lips, cold as stone. Ivy and moss. Memories haunting his present. Jim shivers and steps into the window sun. Rubs his thick veined hands. Prays. Then he makes lunch. Tomatoes and ham. He dreams the evening away - half out of life. On the radio a woman sings Four Last Songs. You don't have to know the language.

Such sweet sorrow. Who said that?

Later, a seat in the garden looking towards the singing sunset. There is nothing to see except blackbirds and sparrows; nothing to hear except the noise of butterflies' wings.

Even later, the clock in the parlour chimes twelve heartbeats. Night comes hot and bothered.Climbing into an empty bed, Jim turns off the sidelight and watches the shadows huddling against the floral wallpaper. Stars look in at his greying face. A hot August moon in the open window. Soft as silence, quiet as apple blossoms falling, gentle as Ellen's dimpled smile. Ellen's same sad glad smile standing there by his bed. Faithful Ellen, waiting.

'Do you want me now?'
Yes! Dear sweet God - yes!
He says 'I can play now, Ellen, If you like. I'm finally, properly dead.'
'I'm glad. I've been waiting for such a long time!'

Jim rising from his bed, leaving his seventy-six years between the laundered sheets. Soaring through the moonlight with Ellen in his arms, the pair of them shooting like comets into Eternity while the clock in the parlour stops.

Forever and forever.

~~Sweet story from A.J.McKenna~~

What a Friday

Another Friday…

I flipped through my little calendar and was taken aback with the upcoming events that will surely squeeze off all my brain juice, energy, spirit and my little precious enthusiasm towards my college’s life. For the next three weeks, I will have to work hard for my Moral Quiz, Moral Presentation, Economics Presentation, IELTS Exam, and finally 4 days of Semester One Exam. Accounting Studies, English Studies, Economics Studies, Moral, Mathematics, and Psychology. Phew…by looking at those stacks of notes and homework, I feel it is not going to be so easy to pass through all the challenges that are awaiting me in the coming future. Work hard, work hard and work hard; I keep on ushering myself to put more and more efforts on SAM, a course that I had decided to accept at the end of May. From the moment my accepted JPA’s offer, I knew I will have to bear the responsibility of my future on my shoulder. Whether I can succeed or not, I knew it is depends on how much effort I had put in it. Studying at Taylor’s was like investing ourselves in the stock market which was full of uncertainty and quite often, it is always fluctuates. Every time a test comes, we have to study hard to get “satisfaction” marks which can help to reduce the burden we need to bear at the final year exam as the final marks of those subjects are accumulated from the tests, quizzes, assignments that we had done. Haiz...so sad~~T.T

~The very first time ice-skating with housemates(lack of one "kaki")~


Luckily~ those heavy loads didn’t oppress me too much as I still can find myself some beautiful scenes, funny stuffs, and a few entertainments to relax myself. Listening to music is one of the sources that I can use, and usually I would like to sing out loud in my little K-box, until all my stress was fully released~~It is a very good way of expressing my feeling..Woohoo~~fun!!!!!!!!!!I think one gulp of cold, fizzy soft drink would be the best enjoyment while singing!!

~HAPPY FRIDAY~=P

别是一般滋味在心头

曾经。。我很讨厌写作文。

 

文体、文笔、段落、章节、开头、结尾，老师都很讲究。只要稍微不谨慎些、懒惰些，粗心地遗漏了一个，那。。。等待我们的，就是一长篇烦躁枯萎的"唠叨"经，东念念~西评评~老师的"狮子吼"，有时还真的会使我们耳鸣。呜呜呜~~~

 

曾经。。我很喜欢踩着单车去踏青。

 

和哥儿们--成群结队跑到矿湖去垂钓，到水沟旁挖蝌蚪，到学校的篮球场打场漂亮的篮球，到草场踢踢没规则的足球。。呼啦呼啦地，一天就过了。

和姐妹们--这儿逛，那儿狂。在学校里玩跳绳，看看谁跳得高、而谁又翻筋斗翻得厉害。。玩得不亦乐乎。家家酒，我们不削；洋娃娃，凉在一边。姐妹们，嘻嘻哈哈玩整天。

 

现在。。哥儿们各飞他处，有些长高了、有些变帅了、有些发福了，有些甚至已断了音讯。姐妹们也各奔西东了，有些变美了、有些变瘦了、有些变白了，但也有些不见了。。不知所终。。。

 

庆幸的是，虽然已经很久很久没碰面了，偶然的碰面，我们还是认出了对方。还会送上真诚的微笑，细细地寒酸几句。若有空，还会互相联络联络，偶尔出来喝喝茶、品品茗。真好！！！

 

劳燕分飞，大家已往自己的方向发展。

东、南、西、北

都有各位朋友的足迹。。。

往事已成回忆。。。

现实的世界依然继续往前走，从未为任何人停留过。

生活还是持续着。。。枯燥乏味！！

 

现在。。。

 

你又想起某个夏天

热闹海岸线

记忆中的那个少年

骄傲的宣言

伸出双手就能拥抱全世界

相信所有的梦想一定会实现

一切看起来都不会太遥远

转眼之间过了几年

轻浮的语言都已经慢慢沉淀

即使难免会变得更加洗练

我们不曾妥协

那是我们都回不去的从前

幸好还可以坚持当时的信念

世界尝试改变

当初的那个少年

那是我们都回不去的从前

当你站在那个夏天的海岸线

我们还是心里面

那个偏执的少年

 

~~想念的心情持续不断，剪不断，理还乱；是离愁，别是一般滋味在心头。~~

Happy Journey For Deepavali~=)

This is my very first time sitting in The Web and doing my blog!! I never thought that one day, i would be sitting here and update my blog page as I used to spend quite a long time to write my lengthy and sometimes can be considered as redundant "essay".Haha~~ =P

What I want to leave at here for today is I will be going home today..hmmm..more specifically, I only have two and a half hours at Kuala Lumpur before I go back to my hometown to celebrate Deepavali festival with my Indian friends in Taiping!! Yoohoo~~~I love Deepavali as first, it allows me to have a few days holidays (even though it is not enough for us to fully celebrate the festival), secondly, I will have a chance to eat various kind of Indian food and dishes during this celebration!! Haha~~so nice and cool!!!!! Just imagine I will have a chance to swallow all my neighbours Muruku, biscuits, "Tosai", "Iddli" with chicken curry, plus a jug of orange juice!!Woohoo~~my salivary gland started to excrete the enzyme and I feel more hungry and excited now!!!!!!! Ahaha~~ I really fond of those kind of food in some way!!(^O^) YUmmy!! Yummy!!

However, I really wondered how could I caught a cold without any notice? What I mean is I didn't put myself in a condition where I can easily get a cold, such circumstances includes bathing for a long time with cold water especially during morning time, or I didn't get myself wet in rain! So I really hate this symptom came without any warning, and I had suffered from it started from yesterday night!! Arghhhh... I wish it will not get worse, or else I guarantee to you that it will affect my mood of having my holidays in the next few days~~I wish~~I wish~~

WEll~~well~~it's time for me to end this "essay"
as it is almost time for me to go out and have some food~as I really do not want to endure the pain of gastric all along the journey back to home, because the time required for the bus to bring me home consume around 4 hours~~T.T so sad, but by the mean time, I will have my nap to reduce the boredom of sitting in a still place for a long journey!! Okay, have to stop! See Ya~~

~HAPPY JOURNEY BACK TO TAIPING~HOME SWEET HOME~=)

Resonance in Affection

Yup, I found something that was interesting from the paper tsunami occurred early in this morning. Well..it was actually a poem, "Offerings" created by Hilary Tham. Let me show you this, because it somehow made me reflected back the incidents that happened on me and people around me.

~Offerings~

I came to you at sunrise
With silvery dew on sleeping lotus
Sparkling in my gay hands;
You put my flowers in the sun.

I danced to you at midday
With bright rain tree blooms
Flaming in my ardent arms;
You dropped my blossoms in the pond.

I crept to you at sunset
With pale lilac orchids
Trembling on my uncertain lips;
You shredded my petals in the sand.

I strode to you at midnight
With gravel hard and cold
Clenched in my bitter fists;
You offered me your hybrid orchids,
And I crushed them in my despair.

by Hilary Tham

I felt very pity of the guy who tried hard to confess his love to the girl he loved, yet his effort seems to be useless, especially when the girl treated him in someway that hurt him a lot. Well...I admitted that I was totally an outsider in the topic of any affection that bonded between a guy and a girl. But at least I know, it is not only girls can behave like that, somehow, guys also will act like that when they confront with girls. Haiz...a person like me should not touch on such topic, because..haha...a nerdy still remains as a nerdy wherever we go..haha!!

But, I really wonder, if one day when one side wants to achieve resonance with the other side, what will they do to accomplish that task?? How would they do to get closer and be so consonance? Aha~what a complicated topic!

Questions:
1) Do you think 1 sided love would be better than nothing at all?
2) How do you pursue someone that you like?

=) Happy day!! Nerdy is still working hard for her exam....

Paper Tsunami

Piles of papers were stacked aside by me since last few weeks and till now, it had accumulated like a huge and messy hillock beside my desk. The paper itself was fine, but if the whole stacks of paper were stuffed aside arbitrarily, it will cause lots of trouble to us. Let us imagine, if you put the stacks of paper beside your desk and without something that hold the paper while somehow you become so stupid and absent-minded, switch on the fan with the highest speed, what would you think will happen in the next few minutes? Yes!!It will really really piss you off to the peak of Mount.Himalaya when you see all your papers flinging ahead of you and scattering in every corner of your room. Argh....If the papers is properly arranged and put according to the subjects, it would not be a problem for me to search for the paper that i want. And if the papers were put nicely in the folders, it would not distract me when i see it as well.

Hence, I decided to sort out all the papers accordingly and put it nicely in the MOST....proper place for them. I had my expanding file with me, so I will use it as a medium to store all the papers that accumulated day by day since i started my college life. Well...usually, the work of arranging and sorting those papers is not a heavy task for me, nevertheless, after a strong blew from my fan, it became so..troublesome and complicated!! I spent extra time to rearrange that piles of paper, grouping them according to the subjects, sorting it by date and topics, and filing them in the most suitable file..Hoho..what a great task for me!!

Finally, the paper hill that distracted me for so long disappeared just in a couple of hours and the paper tsunami that caused me to search and recollect my paper from every single corner of my room subsided. Ha ha...=)

Fragment of memory code 280909031009

Albee's brain system, also known as the BL's system had undergone severe damage since last Monday due to an invasion of Alzheimer's virus which destroy the memory space and database of the system. The system is currently under construction and fragmentation of the memory remained in the system had been successfully extracted from the memory chip.

The report is as followed:

--280909, MONDAY--

"I feel very nervous, extremely worry about the oral test that is going to be held tomorrow. I didn't know that the test already brought forward and I didn't prepare myself for the test. Ooh gosh~what should I do now??arghhhh...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

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--290909, TUESDAY--

"Woohoo~I really admired Ms.Jess so much!!!! Love her!!!Haha...the story goes like this: Ms.Jess distributed our second class test paper to us, and glad to say, I scored full marks in the test!!!Yoohoo~~~my effort finally worked out!!So glad and sooooo..happy!!And I think most of our classmates also got very high marks, cheers for them. This is a good base for us to score a good grade in our final exam. I hope everything is fine and run smooth in the future,and yet I know, life is not a bed of roses, there might be something hidden waiting ahead for us to explore it and conquered it as well.

Secondly, the oral test that I afraid the most...ahha!!I was upset with this event, it had postponed!!!!What a great shock!!!!!!!!!!!I forced myself last night to digest all the material, and now, you said to me that it had postponed to next week~~Waaaaa.......lao...eh.....okay, i will make it clear! I am not blaming anyone, just I can't believe that it had postponed!I thought I can relax myself and celebrate the moon cake festival without worrying about the test..haiz...so sad....xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "

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--300909, WEDNESDAY--

"Almost all my housemates were tested for their speeches today. Even though all of us are not fluent English speakers, but I saw my friends spoke very well when they were tested by Ms.Nadia. I saw them went to the same place, sit on the same seat and tested by the same teacher, and at that moment, I saw the determination on their face and the strong support between us, I felt safe and no longer nervous or worry about the test, because I know, if my classmates can do it very well, why not me too? Was there any different between us??We are human, and we are also gals. We should have some same features between us in some way, right? So I can do it as well!!I believe I can!=)xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "

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--011009, THURSDAY --

"I was reflecting back the incident happened yesterday. Still having the shock from the natural disaster happened at overseas. Indonesia earthquake...Casa Subang experienced the aftershock from Sumatra. I was having my dinner during that time, and Hui Hui was busy watching TV beside me, while Shang Qi was fighting with her cooking utensils and raw materials for her dinner in the kitchen. Everyone was doing their own stuff peacefully until....'Dum''dum''dum',one of my housemate rushed out from her room and asked:"do you all feel that the unit is shaking??I felt dizzy." Everyone stared at her and silent.... then, sound broke out...and started from that moment, all of us bumped out from the seats and shouted for everyone to run to the ground floor. I felt like we were chasing by some kind of monster behind us when I saw people ran like mad, Woohoo~~you know what I was doing??Ahaha~sarcastically, I ran down the stairs for the first few minutes and then I started to walk with Hui Hui and Wan Yu when we were at the P1 floor. Jen asked us:"Are you all go for a stroll now?? So relax.."Haha~~I realized that I should run rather than walk, but then, I don't know why, we prefer to walk rather than run, maybe somehow in our mind, we knew that something bad was not going to happen...well..at least will not happen for now..how optimistic are we..xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

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--021009, FRIDAY--

"Yuuhuu~~I love Friday!!! But not this Friday, because we had our Malaysian Studies final exam today! Well~~we ended our class at 1pm, but we had to wait till 3pm in order to sit for the exam. And I used the time in between to swallow the content of the notes given by Mr.Ari. Long live, Mr Ari Om!! All your notes were simple and short, yet not detailed enough to know the exact events. However, I still managed to answer the questions given, even though some of the questions were quite...twisting...hahaha....anyhow, the exam had ended, and we need not to worry about it anymore. Lets put all the facts gazette in the books aside and have fun
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--031009, SATURDAY-- {memory low, system reconfigured.}

"Ahha~~my weekend!! I love to cook during weekends as I had my time with me. So, today I cooked for myself and Hui Hui a pot of porridge. Woohoo~~a successful porridge with nice fragrant and texture. I am not bluffing, it is true!! Hui Hui gave me a big clap for my masterpiece. Well, the materials needed for the porridge are easy to get. Carrots, Japanese cucumbers, potatoes, rice, 1 cube of chicken stock, salt, pepper, mono sodium glutamate or we usually known as gourmet powder and water. That's all for the ingredients and materials for the porridge. Hahahaha....I spent all the afternoon doing my financial statement and balance day adjustments, and finished all my homework straight away!!I felt relieved after that!!Then, at night, i didn't know what I was doing, but I knew that I chatted with one friend for the whole night and finally I realized that we were crapping for the whole night!!So cool, broke my record for chatting so long......xxxxxxxxxxxxx"

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