That’s my name transliterated into Chinese characters.
You can actually call me as Ah Fei! Ngiahaha~
Stop living in a cocoon. Go broaden your mind. There are so many things in our country that we can learn to make our lives better. Embrace other people: their culture, religions, languages, way of living, and way of thinking. Nothing bad can happen by those kinds of learning and understanding.
Don’t be stupid, self-centred, and cast your hands to the others for a misunderstanding. Being volatile will not bring you anywhere. A little thought will be fine, but having a bigger picture of all the culture around us is a great thing.
I’m coming home to Terengganu tomorrow!
Bye Sabah!
Will miss you! Going to be back soon!
*RAYA MODE turned on*
‘Tis strange how he galumphs, galumphs
A foot hurt, marching in dog days.
The moor’s grasses slashes, skin-deep
Like saltwater to a cut
Agony he feels
And elephantine he goes
Galumph, galumph
He goes
Cape and hood, soot and dust
A bag, vacant
Weather-bitten
Prithee
Poor boy he is
A life vexes and perplexes
Him this much
Yet, still he shows
A young face,
Exudes
Fairest light of hope
“May thou live for a time so long thee live,
And end up with a life
Frabjous and exuberant”
Yes. When holiday is looming on the horizon, all bodily bones (have a lot of them) are getting lazier and lazier and lazier and lazier and… you get the idea. Important things that are important are turning insignificantly insignificant and pretty petty anymore. Sigh… sigh… and more sighs… and more more sighs here.
Yes.
Lazybumdoodle…
Prootle prootle prootle
Diddle diddle diddle
Plang plang plang
Skuttle skuttle skuttle
Shlack shlack shlack
And
Shazam
That’s a lazybum’s post
Right now, every brain in my cell… err… every cell in my brain wants Friday to come as fast as possible.
Okay! I’ll be my usual self soon… and I bet you too.
A young boy is on his way to a kindergarten with his mom. He hastily walks, and jumps, and laughs raucously. Two steps, ten steps, fifty steps, one hundred and twenty nine steps later, he trips and bleeds. It hurts, but the boy does not cry. He does not want to. The boy thinks that he needs to be a man. The boy just holds his tears, now forming thin pools in his eyes. Still, he tries to not let a single drop falls. The boy still thinks that he needs to be a man. Suddenly, he smells something, a sweet, satisfying aroma that floats like fish in the water, sweet vanilla ice cream. He looks up. The mother is holding it. She says, don’t stop… just cry. The boy can’t hold on any longer. In the end, he just sobs. It’s not because he wants that ice cream, but he knows somehow he needs to shed those tears. He sniffs and snorts. His mom embraces him tightly, knowing that tender moments of an innocent boy like this will end soon before she even realises it.
What do you want to die for? What do you want to lie for? What is the greatest thing that has ever happened to you? How about the darkest moment? Any regrets? Any gratitude? Do you have anything to change? Maybe not… or maybe it’s a yes. All this time, do you only exist… or live?
How tough we are in fighting the adversities that we have, the bad antics that we do? It looks as if that many of us slip right in the middle of solution, or maybe even during the early part. We might never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, even if we see it from afar. Some problems, some habits are too hard to be handled and erased. We sink deeper and deeper into the hole of despair. In the end all those difficulties are left, to only be seen again later in our lives.
A lot of times, we did try and try, but we will always do or come across all those good-for-nothing stuff again. It’s hard to be good, and it’s hard to have a good life, yet you can be as evil as a maniac easily. Not to mention, awful matters will come to you. We want to lead a great life. Our penchant to be good is there, but the action is none.
We hope that we’ll be better in the future, but a hope is just a hope.
The blue-dressed girl plummeted into the hole and landed on a tiled floor. She was in terror at first, but her mind got better when she saw a ladder. The girl was about to climb it when, at the very last moment, she turned her head towards her behind. There, her eyes came across a large door. It has a tiny keyhole, and thanks to it, at least a little bit of sunray could light up the dark room. Fascinated by it, the girl walked forward, bended her legs a bit, and peeped through the keyhole. Oh boy, what she saw amazed her. The place behind the door was colourful and bizarre, with so many magical things. She looked up again. She could hear people desperately calling her name. The upper world was less fascinating now since she had seen another kind of land. She did not want to be up there. She wanted to be free from the toughness and roughness of living a life. The girl finally decided that anything should be done for her to get into the new country. So, quickly she touched the door knob and she managed to get to the other side of it. Wind ruffled her hair. Her feet moved one step, two steps, three, and four. Her breaths were getting deeper. The soil was even more damp as further as she went. Her eyes were getting tired, colours were leaving from her. Greyer, blacker, darker her vision became. It seemed impossible, but the girl soon forgot the reason for her presence there. She even failed to remember her own name. She was getting too tired. The voices she heard earlier were fading.
At the last call, she succumbed to her weakness and fell to the ground. The spacious brown sky changed into a small dot of light. She thought she heard faint frantic, anxious voices upstairs, but the last of the sounds disappeared. The girl wanted to scream, but vines covered her mouth forcefully. She sank deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper she went, and soil coated her body. Her last sight was of earth covering her eyes, painfully.
