Today, we are given the opportunity to take control of our Future. Regardless of age, race, nationality or background, we get to vote, and to let our voices be heard.
For just one hour, we can make a whole lot of difference, and this would show how much we care for the people around us, the animals living with us, and most importantly, how much we care about Earth, the place we call HOME.
The fate of our Future lies in our hands and ours only.
In a modernized world like ours, one would think of not how much we are helping Earth, but how much we can do in that one hour. Essays could be completed in that hour, you could watch your favourite television series on one hour and even complete a level in your favourite computer game.
But is it all worth it?
Can we not care about ourselves for a moment? And care for others?
There are droughts in places that used to have water in abundance;
The sea level rises, obstructing paths for both pedestrians and vehicles.
"Several times each year the regular lunar cycle of tides, riding on the ever higher mean sea level, brings the Pacific sloshing over onto roads and into neighborhoods. In the center of the larger islands the sea floods out of old barrow pits and even squirts up out of the coral bedrock. Puddles bubble up that eventually cover part of the airport on the main island of Funafuti and inundate homes that are not along the ocean."
Even erosion occurs.
And all this is caused by us, humans. And who suffers? Not only us humans, but every single living creature on Earth. Why should they suffer the impact of Global Warming when we humans are the ones to be blamed?
Polar Bears are one of the animals that are on the 'Endangered' list. One of the main reason for this is because of Global Warming.
If you have studied Geography,you would know that Global Warming raises the average temperature of Earth or in other words, increasing the global temperature. This, causes the sea levels to rise(because by raising the global temperature, it causes the polar caps to melt. Thus, raising the sea level.), and would without a doubt, change the pattern of precipitation all over the world.
What has it got to do with animals like the Polar Bears? Well, with the rise in sea level, is causes the polar to swim twice the distance they usually swim in order to find food. Many die due to over-exhaustion from the hunting.
And there you have it. Innocent animals die because of us.
So what to do? Vote Earth.
And look at the beauty of our hearts combines in saving our Future.
When my family and I first shifted into this home a few years (more like 7 years ago), we thought we found the perfect house. It had the cozy, gloomy but comfy look. It was near the MRT station and bus-stop. There were fast food outlets nearby, and a food court too. There is a 7-11 and two supermarkets that were 24 hours open. And there is even a 24 hour clinic just a block away from my home, and two (or was it three?) clinics nearby. There is also a Cash Converter now.
It was like a dream come true. A perfect place for lazybums like my brothers and I.
But as soon as we shifted in, we realized that we were in for a roller coaster ride. To begin with, the previous family spilled their cat food all over the cabinets in the kitchen. It smelled like vomit, and to make it worst, there was cat pee all over. Such imbeciles I tell you.
But that wasn't the worst part.
After all tedious cleaning and shifting in was over, we had a 'House Warming' ceremony. It was pretty cool, and many of the neighbours popped by to welcome us. We thought we would pretty much blend in with the crowd.
But we were wrong. Because the next day, we got to meet our nightmare, the neighbours that were staying opposite my home (literally opposite. The 'open your door and you see nothing but their door' kind).
It was in the morning, and having parents that believe that 'opening windows and doors in the morning brings in 'Good Luck'', we had our door open. Only to be greeted with the neighbour doing the same thing. My mum was in a perky mood, and being a mannered person that she was, she greeted the neighbour, only to have the door slammed right in front of her face.
Oh, and did I mention that she's not alone? She's an elderly lady, with a husband and three kids, a son and two daughters. And she used to have a dog too, but I think she killed it. It used to be barking like mad, but one day, it just wasn't barking anymore...
My neighbour's ill manners doesn't stop here.
She covers her nose with her handkerchief or a piece of tissue whenever she passes by my home to head to the lift. At first we thought that it was the joss sticks that my dad puts whenever he does his prayers, but we soon realize that she does it even when she walks past us. It was really hurtful at first, but we can't really be bothered anymore. Her daughters and son used to be like that too.
They'd also leave the lifts if we happened to enter the same one as them. And splashing water near our door is liek an everyday thing already...
I thought their crazy psychotic evillness ran in the blood, but I was wrong, because one day, I met that old woman's husband. And man, was he normal and nice! He was actually sick and tired of his family for being such 'negative' people.
He was a pretty awesome man, compared to his rotten family. He always went for walks. And everytime he talked to my mum, the old lady would be standing at the window, "spying" on them. Then she'll start screaming and shouting at the poor old man.
But one day, he died. And no one actually knew what happened. Just like the dog they had.
Things after his death was pretty much, worst. There was this one time when they called monks (I have no idea whether the monks were 'Good or Bad'. Just read the later part). They had this ceremony at their home, and after it was all done, my dad saw the monks chanting at our door! It was pretty crazy and so we called the police.
Needless to say, the police told us that the police had received a number of complaints from this family. And adding that the old woman, had a history of mental illness.
What about her kids? We didn't really bother asking, but we were all quick on our feet, ready for anything that she might do to us.
Now, the hocus pocus chants and prayers didn't really stop. There were days when one of my kin wanted to commit suicide so badly. He was crying, and it was obvious that he was in pain. We did the "bomoh" stuff and actually found 'something' in one of my mum's potted plants. It was said that it was placed there by that old woman because she hated my dad so badly and wanted him dead.
After the ritual and seeing that we were all very much alive (that kin of mind was much better), the son surprisingly became a monk, and the daughters lightened up, sometimes even greeting us (depending on their mood).
But the nasty old lady has been even more bad mannered than she was back then. Then was a couple of times when surveyors/people asking for donations/random people who knocked on her home door. They had this really weird thing about opening their doors to strangers. But there was this time where this surveyor didn't stop knocking on the old woman's door. And boy was she frustrated!
She yelled at him, more like screamed at him for disturbing her. "Are you stupid? I didn't open my door means I don't want to entertain you right! Why you keep knocking? Are you blind? What if I'm not in, will you keep knocking till I come home? What if there is a baby inside (such a liar) ?!? You are disturbing us!"
And before the poor man could respond to any of her questions, she lashed out her arm before screeching a "GET LOST" at him.
The poor man was dumbfounded but luckily he managed to recover quickly, scurrying off before she could get a broom or something to throw at him.
And there was this other time, which happened last year, where a group of people, around her age, came knocking on her door. She was clearly at home, because I saw her at her door a few minutes ago. But she was indeed hiding from them.
After knocking on her door for a good 15 minutes, they decided to head home, only to see my curious mum watering her plants. Apparently, they were from this Buddhist association and the old woman only recently changed her religion to Christianity (I think). They came by to ask her for the reasons for the sudden change, but decided to ditch the idea since she was hiding from them. And they admitted that they didn't like her anyways, so no lost. Hahah!
And an older lady used to pop by her home every few days. She was, I found out, the old lady's mum. And it only happened recently, that the old lady decided to ditch her mum by locking her out of the house! Such a bitch. The older lady was in tears and begged us to allow her in so that she could call home. She seemed nice, and I seriously wonder how she got such a idiotic daughter. From that day, she never visited her daughter again.
Despite all these happening, and it being a few years already, the family still does slam their door at us sometimes. And it was only yesterday, when I was returning home from a trip out, that the old lady was on her way back too. So there I was, trying to fit the key into the lock, and there she was, walking towards my home (in order to reach her home). I decided to annoy her by taking my time, and I wanted to see what she'll do. And unsurprisingly, she waited a good 10 feet away from my home, till I entered my house, before rushing to hers. Wah lao!
I know that if you were me or my family, most of you would go find another home. But having to tolerate her for so many years already, I'm pretty used to it. In fact, I find it amusing that she does all this. And I find ways to annoy her even more.
It's crazy neighbours like her that make my Life so interesting. Hahah!
Just so you know, Day Out To Orchard has been updated, with pictures! So go read it again, and have the whole scenes replayed for you.
Anyway, I am exactly 30 hours awake, with no a single wink of sleep. I've not really turned into a zombie just yet, but I am slowly drifting off. It feels as though I was drugged or something.
But despite the sleepless marathon, today was a pretty eventful day, because I kicked lazyness aside to head to the Library and do some simple window shopping. And I brought my mum along with me.
Maybe it was because I hadn't sleep, but I could not find a single book that caught my eyes! Despite having tonnes of books there, the library sure seems to lack 'Good Books' to read.
But my mum sure did enjoy herself there! I even managed to psycho her into borrowing one of Dr. Phil's books about Life.
Okay, it wasn't this book. But I bet many would want to read this! Dr. Phil is simply... Awesome.
Met, or rather, saw some school mates there, but hardly anyone recognized me, and so I played pretend too. Hahaha. Yeah, I'm like that. Sue me...
After that, we had lunch and we pretty much talked about the stuff I like. You got it, tattoos and piercings.
Till today, my mum doesn't allow me to get a tongue piercing but she knows that I would get it sooner or later. She told me to get my nose pierced instead.
That was when I brought up my interest in getting inked. Since years ago, I wanted a peacock, just like how Hannah Aitchison(I love her style and choice of colours) once did on a girl's arm in LA ink.
I love how the vibrant colours blend in so smoothly.
It's pretty wasted to get it on my arm, since it's gonna' affect in my future jobs, and so I told her that I wanted it on my back.
And well, my mum pretty much told me to hold on to the thought first. Well, usually when someone gets a tattoo, it pretty much has to hold a certain meaning to it, and so she thinks I might regret it, since my only reason was that it looked beautiful.
I wasn't really disappointed though. Hey, at least my mum encourages, rather than just shut me out. She's the coolest, always open-minded.
Anyway, I recently told her that I liked the idea of having a gecko done. Gecko is actually a "Good luck Charm" in some countries. But after searching up the web for some pictures, I scratched that thought. Instead I found beautiful Poison Dart Frogs.
I like the idea of how gorgeous it looks to the eyes. But when handled, it is one deadly creature that isn't merciful at all.
And so I told my mum, that I wanna' get actual sized ones, done on my feet.
And surprisingly, my mum was all excited when I told her I wanted a Poison Dart Frog. She said she loooooves the colours, and mind you, she had those "dreamy sweet" voice going on.
The horror.. Hahaha.
But I'm pretty indecisive though, for I still have that "Angel & Devil" sparrows that I asked my brother to reserved for me. And he did stay true to his words.
So many to choose, so many years later, so many more ideas...
But all this aside, I'm pretty messed up because I'm going to order my laptop soon, and I've yet to decide on which one to get! Blimey!
I have two pickles, I have two pickles, I have two pickles today. Hey hey. (I'm addicted to the tune. And no more to Moldy Peaches!)
Oh, and I'm addicted to Jolly Ranchers' Apple and Watermelon lollies. And to this No Brainer Game!
I think this is going to be my second '24 hour: I'm awake' marathon.
Anyway, I caught 'The Little Rascals' at 5 am, on the television just now.
This show is actually a very "Old" movie, dating back to 1994. But till today, I still find this to be the most adorable kids show ever.
The synopsis (From http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110366/plotsummary) :
"The story begins with Spanky, who is the president of the "He-Man Woman Haters Club" with many school-aged boys from around the neighborhood as members.
His best friend, Alfalfa, has been chosen as the driver for the club's prize-winning go-kart, called "The Blur", in the annual Soap Box Derby style race. However, when the announcement is made, Alfalfa is nowhere to be found.
The boys catch Alfalfa in the company of Darla -- "a girl!" Alfalfa isn't like his friends because he's in love with Darla, and unfortunately threatens the very existence of their "boys only" club. The club's members try their hardest to break the two apart, eventually causing their beloved clubhouse to burn down.
Darla is mistakenly led to believe Alfalfa feels ashamed of her, so she turns her attentions to Waldo, the new rich kid whose father is an oil tycoon.
Further trouble ensures when their prized go-cart "The Blur" is stolen by local neighborhood bullies Butch and Woim. How can they win the big race and its prize trophy?!
In addition to having to rebuild the clubhouse, the boys now need a new set of wheels. They band together to build "Blur 2: The Sequel." Prior to race day, Spanky and Alfalfa reconcile and decide to ride in the two-seat go-kart together."
If you're bored and are up for some cutesy puppy love, a whole lot of mean words that make no sense, some 'mak nenek' and simply adorable kids that make you wanna' kidnap them because you can't stop smiling, then you should catch this movie!
He reminds me of Pee Wee Herman!
I have two pickles, I have two pickles, I have two pickles today. Hey hey.
No worries, this isn't a post about some confession of a drug addiction. Instead, it's my confession for candy addiction! Everyone has a kid in them, and when I see candies all around me, the kid in me is AWOKEN.
After visiting "Heaven" and spotting and 'feeling' all the "as my brother puts it: Antique Candies", I couldn't help but crave for another trip to "heaven". I can't really settle down till' I get myself a bag of Starburst.
(I don't really like Soda Slammers though. I LOVE the Sour Fruit Chews!)
They're my all time favourite candy. And when I got to meet those little suckers, I immediately got hooked to them (my Grand Aunt from Perth got them for me when she came back to Singapore for a visit).
Who can say no to a bag of sweet, sour and chewy delights?!?
I bet by the time you're done with that site, you'll be up and about to find some too.
The disappointing bit is that "Heaven" doesn't sell tht Sour Fruit Chews, instead they have Jelly Beans. And I know Candy Empire sells them, but heck, they're EXPENSIVE.
Maybe we should head down to the other "Heaven", eh Syuh?
Oh, and I miss Malaysia trips, because I love the Hubba Bubba bubble gum there!
Speaking of cravings and addiction, what's the one craziest thing you have done for any of your cravings?
For me, I had a "Green Tea Day". And that was on 13 April last year. Hahaha, I was that crazy for Green Tea.
Let me go into DETAIL (just so I can annoy you).
I woke up and got out of bed. I headed to the toilet with my green toothbrush. I took a bath with 'Ginvera Green Tea Shower Gel' (it was funny how this shower gel part totally fitted in for my "Green Tea Day") and got dressed in a green top with 'Dirty Green' Bermudas.
Of course I had to brush my teeth, and with what you say?
Darlie Green Tea toothpaste of course! I had to get myself a small tube of it, and it tasted Gooood...
I didn't really had my breakfast, but I made myself a cup of... Oh you know, Pokka Green Tea! (I managed to get some teabags of Pokka Green Tea from 'Giant', another great store)
Then out I went. To where?
To 'FortSiloso's Herb & Spice Garden! Well, it wasn't really about Green Tea, but Green Tea is part of a herb what..... Anyway, it was a really great place because being partly Peranakan and a food lover, I got to see the many lovely herbs and spices. It was really tempting to pluck a few to bring home, but I kept my hands to myself. When all was done, I was out of there as quick as I could.
It was still early, so I settled for some 'Green Tea Beancurd' or as how most put it, Tau Huay. It wasn't really good, but it sure had my tummy filled.
(Minus the Kiwis and the glamour bowl. Mine was in a Tupperware. Again, this was from the web).
Skipping lunch, I decided to wander around Singapore. (Fast forward...) And managed to get my hands on some Green Tea Ice Cream.
(That's not my hand by the way, I got all my pictures from the web. and I know it looks like Cow Dung.)
I didn't really like it at first, and the fact that it looked like that(above), it wasn't helping much. You know how light is an oxymoron of dark? And how good is any oxymoron to evil? Well, ice cream is pretty much an oxymoron to Green Tea.
I had to finish up the ice cream before I could move on, and something miraculous happened. As I gulped down the ice cream, my taste buds grew more and more in love with it. Maybe my taste buds were numb from the cold of the ice cream, but after I was done with the ice cream, I wanted more!
But I couldn't stay for another one, because I had to complete my 'Green Tea Day'! I then visited 'Farmart Centre'. Again, it wasn't about Green Tea, but at least it was still Green!
"Imagine walking through the plots, enjoying the growing lushness of green vegetables, smelling the flowers or admiring the trees with their bundles of fruits while experiencing the joy of harvesting the produce you have selected..."
The place was simply amazing. The organic section was pretty much fresh and clean. It was really alluring to get some of the stuff there, home. And true enough, I did! I made my way home with a few bags of veggies and potted plants.
While trying to stuff the bags of groceries into the fridge which was already so full that it could explode, I found myself a packet of Kit Kat.
What has it got to do with Green Tea? Well, it was Green Tea Kit Kat!
I think it was from someone who got it for us from overseas, but it sure wasn't good! Like the ice cream, it was an oxymoron to Green Tea, because it was too sweet, which eliminated the bitterness that Green Tea has.
I decided to ransack my fridge and found myself the piece of Green Tea cake that I wanted to try, but was saving it for "this moment". To make it more Geen Tea-ish, I bought a can of Green Tea from the vending machine that near the void deck of my home.
(The cake wasn't really shaped like that. Nor was the Green Tea. But this was the closest I could find in the web).
I was really bored because I couldn't find any Green Tea games or shows to watch, and so I left to wander around Causeway point.
Causeway point wasn't really a fan of Green Tea, so I ended up walking around in Cold Storage. I found some really nice smelling tea (I know, it's not supposed to be involved in "Green Tea Day", but it wouldn't hurt trying it out on another, would it?)
After spending quite a lot of time in Cold Storage, I checked out at the counter with the nice smelling tea. Hahha.
It was nearing to dinner, and my tummy was rumbling, so I settled down at Starbucks to try their Green Tea Frappucino. I was really scared of trying it at first because I thought that melon syrup with whipped cream would ruin the Green Tea taste. But curiousity got the better of me and I ordered one for myself.
I was actually surprized at how good it tasted! Well, the melon syrup and whipped cream did ruin the bitterness of it, by shocking you with the sweetness. The ice wasn't really blended properly but hey, it was still pretty okay for a first time. People around me thought I was some weirdo when they saw me drinking delightedly from the straw.
That was the first, and it pretty much wasn't the last time I will be trying it. I've not made any specifications to change the drink yet though.
Maybe next time, I'll try it without melon syrup and whipped cream. And maybe make sure that the ice is blended properly. (Whaaat? I paid the money, so I expect it to be done up to standard every time. Consumer's right. Hahah)
Dinner wasn't really "Green Tea" so let's skip that part shall we? But I did have Green Tea as my drink during dinner though.
Anyway, once home, I decided to wash up with my 'Ginvera Green Tea Shower Gel' before making myself a cup of all natural Green Tea. This was a bag specially bought by my mum's friend from Japan. I didn't realyl carry out with the pounding and stuff. It was paste, so all I had to do was to pour water, sift it, then pour water again.
It was Goooooood.
Before bed, I had my teeth brushed with my green toothbrush and 'Darlie Green Tea toothpaste' again.
And that was how I ended my "Green Tea Day"!
(Note: I was alone throughout the day because no one was crazy enough to have "Green Tea Day" with me. But my family didn't really care that I had been eating green tea stuff all day, because as how they put it "Kethlyn always beats the word 'weird' just by being herself".
The day started off pretty badly for me. I had accidentally swung my watch at the railing while making my way up from the carpark. It was really humiliating as the sound of my watch hitting the metal was really loud, and many drivers stopped to look at me (it was that hard).
I tried to feign ignorance but I couldn't help but chuckle to myself because there was this lad that terperanjat when he heard the sudden loud sound. And I swear, the little "jump" that he did, accompanied by the shocked and traumatized (why did you do that?!?) face was simply, priceless.
And I thought the humiliation would end there. But as I made my way to the MRT station, I didn't pay attention to this drain "cover" that was not really a perfect fit to the drain.
And I tripped on it.
As always, there were many patrons who had alighted from buses and MRTs and unfortunately, they saw my horrid moment of embarrassment. But like how I usually do it, I looked back at the drain, made a "tsk" sound to it (as though it was "it's" fault for being there and disrupting my path). Then I had a frown put on my face till I managed to hide in Prime supermarket to chuckle at my clumsiness today.
If only I hadn't threw my tantrum at home. Karma would have been much kinder to me.
After I blew off some steam, I waited as Jeanice and Syuh made their way slooooowlyyyy to our meeting point. It was funny how Jeanice got tricked by our term of winegums.
Thereafter, we headed to Orchard. What was supposed to be a job hunting day for Jeanice, ended up as a pretty awesome but childish day for us.
Off we went, to Paragon. Or as how some people put it, Pentagon.
Time spent in Muji was pretty much a bitter sweet experience because we had a chance to touch and try it out each and every one of the items there, but had to face the evil Tink monster who was super indecisive and whiney (hahah) on her items to buy. Her overrated enthusiasm for Muji items never fail to Amuse, Annoy, Amaze and Horrify me all at the same time (AAAH). Hahah.
Then I spotted some guy who was making balloon animals/swords/flowers/ whatever the kids wanted, and thinking that he was a clown (from his outfit, he seemed to be one), we decided to go closer to 'as termed by Jeanice : "See his face". '
We were disappointed because his face wasn't a tad bit near the word 'Clown'. But we were all happy again when we say adorable Caucasian kids with awesome hair.
Curiosity made us sidetrack on our journey and we ventured into the "Paradise For Kids". In simple words, we headed to Toys R' Us.
That was where we lost track of time as we happily pranced about (exaggerated). We were only at the entrance but we had already lost hours there. Why? Because we were busy pressing the "Try Me!" buttons for the creepy Chuckie-like dolls. I couldn't help it, the "Try Me" buttons were calling my name, begging me to press them. And true enough, I had mini heart attacks every now and then when the mouths, eyes or even hands started moving.
THEY ARE ALIVE!
We even had time to buckle Patrick the Starfish in a pram.
Okay, it was only me, and I sure was engrossed in "Safety first"!
But Syuh does look to be awesomely happy to have Patrick as her child. Hahah.
And the craziness did not end there, for when we shifted to the "Soft Toys" section, that was where we all went crazy.
No, it wasn't just me. Jeanice was just as crazy.
I decided to go on a "shopping spree" for Monkeys, hippos, elephants, Patrick, dogs and bears. I then decided to ditch all of them and reselect my "Chosen Ones" which were all Monkeys.
Syuh had this obsession over Master Monkey's puppet from Kung Fu Panda (the movie).
And I must say, it(the puppet) sure was one UGLY thang. The puppet did not do justice to Master Monkey AT ALL.
See what I mean?
One more time now.. And say it with me, UGLY!!
So there we were, walking around Toys R' Us, Jeanice with her Spongebob, Syuh with ugly puppet and me with an armful of monkeys.
Obviously, there were stares from lots' of people, but we were too thick skinned to even bother. When we all had enough with the soft toys, we put them back and wandered into the "Sports" section.
There Jeanice tried her talent and hula-hopping but got seriously burned. Better luck next time!And Syuh made a fool out of herself when she tried spinning her "weapon" round' her hand.
Speaking of weapons, Syuh, Jeanice and I got into a fight....
With one another.....
Apparently, we were such die hard fans of Spartans and fighting scenes that we had to make one there and then.
"Armed with an Axe, Jeanice attacked us with all her might. I swung at Syuh with my Giant Plastic Toy Hammer but it was making too much noise with the "honking" so I ditched it.
Syuh took Patrick's innocence as an advantage for she jabbed him continuously with her sword. While I seek cover from a swimming float as my shield, Syuh headed to the weaponry section to arm herself with a CARS bat. She swung, jabbed and poked Patrick till he was nothing more than Lifeless.
Raged by her vicious actions, I took a "long balancing beam which is for fights in the pool?" and swung it at Syuh. She too picked up the other beam and we began attacking one another with it. All this while, as the battle was on, Jeanice stood aside, cheering for both teams.
The battle only ended when both of us were out of breath, and my beam was "broken". Setting aside all the hatred for each other during the battle, we gave in to each other and called it a 'Tie'."
The battle was more of us laughing then really fighting, so we were pretty much breathless from all the giggling.
Then we headed off to the "Baby Section".
Babies have the bestt lives ever! They have awesome potties, cool toilet seats, chewy toys for teething, and sweet toys, be it electrical or plain cloth type.
How to not be jealous?
Anyway...
We visited our "Heaven" before ending the day. Our "Heaven" sold the old versions of kinder surprise!
Yes, this ones!
I got myself a bag of Jolly Rancher Lollies and a can of Dr. Pepper before leaving.
The day ended with us walking around aimlessly in Orchard, mainly due to Jeanice's misdirections. But it was all fun.
Have you ever been curious about Death? I know I have.
As a kid, I always wondered what happened to the goldfish that was flushed down the toilet bowl. Where did it go?
What happened to my dog when it was sent away to be incinerated? What happened to my grandmas and grandpas, aunt and even my pets mice?
Do they know that they are dead? Are their souls still lingering around? Or did they, like some religions say, went through reincarnation?
I used to think that death only happened to:
a) unfortunate people who were turned into sleeping beauty, only to never find their Prince/Princess to kiss them back to Life.
and b) actors in scenes where they were slayed by a Vampire/ eaten by a wolf/ shot by a cowboy while in the midst of a Cowboy Duel/ eaten by Anacondas,huge scary spiders and crocodiles / killed by Freddie Krueger and Jason.
But over the years, I realize how realistic Death is. It could happen to anyone. People overdosing on drugs, family and friends in car accidents, and even innocent ones dying from terrorist attacks.
Sometimes Death takes people, loved ones away from us without us being able to bid farewell, or even spend time with them. Death of one make Life for others bitter because of the unfairness that someone had to be taken away so soon.
And because of what this and what we learned from the History Classes, we become fearful of Death. As kids, we ate our veggies because mommy says it is good for us. We take extra precautions when crossing the road, looking right, left, then right again. We work out in the gym, swallow a vitamin pill or two, take jabs, and even turn away from alcohol and tobacco because we know that it is not good for our health, which brings us closer to Death.
But sooner or later, our bodies would give way, because we were not made to last forever. True enough, medicine, products of aesthetics and even exercise could delay the time Death comes knocking on our door. CPR, respirators, transplant and all sorts of scientific devices may bring us back to Life. But no one can ever escape Death.
It's pressurizing to not know when your time is up, because there's always things that you've not done before and wish to try it before you leave your body. No one is ready for Death because we don't know what Death is like. And we can never find out, because those that have been through it, are not around to share it with us.
So what exactly is Death? There are various tales about Death and the Afterlife from various religions. But which one is the truest one of all? Some say that afterlife depended on one's religion. I'm a free thinker, so where do I go after dying?
Only time will tell.
The curiosity about Death is apparently driving me nuts. There seem to be so much conspiracy (or so I thought) in it. I am actually curious to know what Death and the afterlife brings, but I fear that if I were to meet death in the eye, everything would end in a puff (too quick), with me not remembering a single thing of it.
So I guess, like everyone, I have to wait till the Grim Reaper chases after me.
Till then.
If you're just as curious as me about Death, Click Here!
Having to stay at home more frequently since school ended, I pretty much don't brush my hair. I actually prefer it that way, because first, I wouldn't be struggling with the knots in my hair. Can you imagine how irritating it is when you can't brush your hair through smoothly?
Second, I wouldn't be loosing so much hair, from all the pulling and brushing. It seems more of a torture than a benefit to my hair though.
And third, brushing my hair makes it flat, and I prefer it to be more puffy looking. No, don't say PUFF-Y. Say PU-FFY! Yeah...
And it didn't help much that back then, my hair was looooonng. It's not really long now, but with the curls, my hair still gets matted pretty easily.
Well, as usual, I had my hair combed through with my fingers. And after so many weeks of not brushing my hair, I found mini dreadlocks in my hair!
I panicked because dreadlocks were DREADFUL when it came to untangling them. And so I had to literally use a brush to get through all the mazes of the matted hair. It was a torturous 15 minutes of hell, with me all sweaty from the battle of the knots.
Speaking of hair and brushes, I used to be a paranoid my hair, before I had it chopped off, that is. And my hair seemed to be the magnet of every single thing.
Like all kids, I had my hairbrush stuck to my hair. Man, that wasn't fun at all! I had the brush so twirled up in my hair, that I had to chop some of it off to get my hair out.
Then I had bubblegum stuck to my hair too. And I had to put Peanut Butter on my hair just to remove the gum. Trust me, peanut butter works, but then your hair would be all greasy.
And from the many birthday bashes that I went to, I had flour, egg, cake, and even candle wax on my hair.
Things did not become any better when my brother flicked a lighted match into my hair. Fortunately, my hair did not burst into flames.
Oh, I also had my hair burnt when I flicked it without knowing that a candle was nearby (I was vain back then and candles were everywhere at home). Fortunately, only a little was burnt.
I got my hair stuck in the lift too. The doors hated me, and had to sandwich my hair.
And not to forget the ones in the MRT. Not only was my hair sandwich by the door, it was even sandwich by those "joints" in the middle of each cabins (This one hurt alot!).
I can't really remember what else I got my hair stuck into. Did you get your hair stuck into anything before?
Oh, and before I end, I'd like to show you this video. If you did not catch American Idol last night, then boo-hoo to you.
I love Johnny Cash. And Adam Lambert made the song all Gypsy, Vampire, underground type of music. I kinda' like it, and it seems that my brother LOVES it. Hahah.
Okay, so the trip down to my new school was not as bad as I thought it would be. It was pouring heavily and smart ass mum and I did not bring an umbrella, and we pretty much ended up pushing the blame to each other as we walked by the underpass to the Convention Centre.
The place was pretty neat, I guess. But while I was there, there were a pretty good number of screw ups (isn't there always screw ups here and there?). Fortunately, there were pretty nice people who fell victim to both my mum's and my interrogation.
When we started bombarding them with questions, many started scratching their heads. Some even had this expression smeared on their faces.
Clearly, they were not ready for our questions. And they even referred us to their "Consultant". So there we were, two figures walking about the Convention Centre, from level one to level two, then back to level one, then level two again, before ending off with level one.
Many who served us and saw that we being directed to the same counters over and over again (without having our questions answered), couldn't help but chuckle. I have no idea whether they were laughing at us, or with us, seeing that we, my mum especially, was moving about frantically, as though any second late in her steps would blow up the entire place.
Oh well, it's still better to ask everything to clear my doubts, than to walk about with no idea as to what is going on.
I was pretty frustrated because their "enquiry" section had little sections in it, there was one for laptops, one for school, one for scholarships, one for loans, one for forms, one for camps.
I'm not really complaining, but I thought it would be better if they knew more of the other little sections to ensure that we did not have to move about with misinformation. Finally, we managed to clear our doubts with someone at the place where we began with, at level one.
Both of us blamed no one but ourselves for being "kiasu" as to ask about when we could have simply walked up to the guy at the entrance who answered all our questions.
But despite answering my questions, I wasn't able to get my laptop there and then, which I am actually thankful, because it'll allow me more time to check out the laptops that I wanted to choose from.
Oh the dilemma...
The more I check on the reviews online and in person, the more I find things confusing.
Different people had different feedbacks on their laptops and to make things worst, a certain brand that I liked, had the most negative reviews.
But then again, it all depends on how well I look after the laptop.... Right?
What was memorable about the trip was not the gawky or paranoid faces from those who were questioned by us. What was memorable was the puzzled look on their faces when they tried answering my questions.
There I was, dressed in my "Lazy" outfit, with my monk bag. I had dyed hair, and a lip piercing. Many pictured me as a "rebellious Minah" but after seeing my ID and hearing the way I speak, they were confused. And to make matters more confusing for them, I had my mum introduced. And to make matters even worst, my mum spoke in Malay to some, Hokkien to some and English to the rest.
And some who were brave enough, spoke to me in Malay, and there I was, helpless, trying to tell them that I wasn't a Malay. Fortunately, my mum came to my rescue.
And to top the day off, I got to talk to a staff that was really helpful, and he labelled me as a "Malay looking girl who is actually Indian but speaks Chinese".
