Life's Journey

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart"

It felt as if it was only yesterday when I had my very first experience setting foot into a school, my first actual lesson.

I remembered being six when I entered kindergarten. I entered a year later then the rest of them but nevertheless, I graduated that year and got second. Kindergarten was nothing but fun for an innocent, young child. Studies wasn’t much of a focus then, it was mainly colouring, tracing alphabets, singing, spelling and simple calculations such as two plus five. I knew a girl named Gabriellyn, who was my best friend that time. She gave me her phone number but I had lost it and I lost contact with her after I entered primary school.

Time in primary school flew once more. From primary one to primary six, everything was a blur, everything went so fast. When I was in primary three, I was selected to take the PTS examinations, which would enable me to skip primary four and pursue primary five instead. But, I had never been serious in the PTS examinations because I was not keen on skipping a year and not being with my friends whom I had already been with for three years. I even arrived late for the PTS examinations! After two pages of the test, I ended up talking to my friend who was sitting at the desk next to me. Due to that, both of us failed the test because we didn’t complete it. But it wasn’t a failure to us, we laughed at our results when we saw the notice board with our names and next to it, in capital letters, it says ‘fail’.

So in primary four, I had the best science teacher that I would never forget, Madam Johanna. Strict as she was with us and always punishing us with her unusual method of ‘angkat tangan’ for five excruciating minutes, she was an excellent class teacher who taught me science for three years. In fact, she was my favourite teacher in primary school.

In primary five, I was selected to be a prefect and my senior was Navena. From junior, I became a senior in primary six. As I said before, time really flies. I was going to sit for UPSR examinations that year. Everyone was preparing for the examinations, studying, revising all things we were taught from primary four to primary six. Hectic as it was, nevertheless, it was fun the way we spent our last year in St. Teresa’s Primary School. I remembered having Madam Fatimah as my English teacher, we used to make fun of the way she pronounced milk as ‘mulg’. I still laugh my head off when I recall about that. In primary five, I had supervised the school during 2002 UPSR and in primary six, it was my turn and then, before I knew it, UPSR was all over. I remembered my number was SK2321110 (the last four digits are my birth date) and my best friend, Grace, was SK2321111 and she sat in front of me during the examinations. Meanwhile, Esther was on my right. I remembered us shouting ‘monster’ when we discovered we were sitting next to each other because we had always enjoyed disturbing one another during lessons and even exams. After the examinations, we had fun gambling in class and sitting on cards when Mr. Sabri makes rounds. Gnome Toss was a favourite among all of us, slamming and banging on the table with all the cards. Mafia, too became a favourite. I still have my Gnome Toss deck…all mangled and crumpled from constant slamming and banging together with shouts of laughter.

From fun it became the day that the UPSR examination results came out. I had obtained 4A’s and B for my Bahasa Melayu objective paper. Disappointed as I was when I heard the news and even more disappointed when I realized that I was going to 1A2 in St. Teresa’s Secondary School. I just masked it up and put on a face that showed that I didn’t mind and lived my life like nothing had happened until the first day I went to secondary school.

The first day in St. Teresa’s Secondary school felt as if a bombshell had dropped out of the blues. It was the first time in my whole life when I had been in a B class. I completely didn’t enjoy my first day in secondary school. It wasn’t enjoyable knowing that I was in the second-best class. Well…sometimes, I do get what I want… The afternoon session assistant principal, Madam Sita came in and announced that some of us will be moved to 1A1 because there was space. And I was one of the lucky ones selected to be moved. So was Esther. I remembered Kristen and my friends who were in 1A1 sneaking over to see the announcement being made and cheering silently when my name was announced.

So, the next day I entered 1A1 and I finally felt as if I had found my place because I knew that I didn’t belong in 1A2. I discovered that a few of the students in 1A1 were stuck up because they had obtained 5A’s and in their narrow-minded opinions that they were better than me. Although that was an old story, I don’t really mind when I think about it now but still, it’s a part of my memory. One of the girls were saying audibly that I was bound to be thrown back to 1A2 because I had 4A’s and that I wasn’t as good as them. But I proved her wrong when she got thrown into 1A2 instead. Although I maintained in 1A1 but I wasn’t satisfied with my marks, I knew I had to work harder because I was slipping. I got somewhere around 10-15 for all four terms and I wasn’t very pleased. I was once again, selected to be a prefect and I passed the probation. Form 1 was also the year when I first got to know Rhema Basil Andrews and indeed I shall say, one very good and trustworthy friend found.

Then the year 2005 surfaced and I was now a senior prefect and in 2A1. I believe that I am slightly more pleased with my academics achievements that year as I think back about it. Perhaps except my second term exam when I got 11th but apart from that, 7th for the first term and 5th for the third and fourth term, I’m slightly more satisfied. I received my prefects appreciation plate and certificate during prize giving and also best student in Form2 plate and certificate. Also, I had the memory and feeling of the first debate and loosing it. There was also the feeling of the second debate when my team won and I was given best speaker, that time I was the third speaker. I was now halfway through my secondary school life and before I am knowing it, Form 3 will be surfacing, breaking through and I would be taking PMR examinations…and no more prefect’s uniform…

Time flies as I think back. It feels like the first day in school, the very first experience. Before I am knowing it, pretty soon PMR examinations comes and goes around the corner and Form 4 comes and then comes Form5 then SPM examinations comes and goes around the corner once more and I will be leaving St. Teresa’s Secondary school…

I wrote those paragraphs above three years ago in 2005, now at the age of seventeen, I shall add a few more paragraphs to this composition. Two years ago, Form 3 surfaced and I conclude that it was the best school year despite the fact that I had to study quite a lot for PMR examinations. I was selected as a prefect in Form 3 and Puan Tan was the best class teacher I ever had. For the first time in my whole life, I got first in one of the school exams that year, breaking Wendy Chan's never ending streak of getting first every exam. Quite a big personal achievement for me I must say. I got third the first exam, the next was second and then the next was first and I got second for the last term exam. I got the award for Best Student in Form 3 and Best Student in 3A1 this year. Time passed on and PMR finally arrived, I had lost every ounce of fear for it. Boo yeah when the results came out and I got straight A's just as I had hoped for. This was also the year when my friends and I created our own gang fight video. It was lame but nevertheless, humorous! One person I quite believe that Rhema and I would never forget would be Linda Soon. Loudspeaker. I also went for a shooting competition in Johor and managed to squeeze into the finals and got 9th. Not bad for a newbie like me.

In the year 2007, I was introduced to new subjects like Chemistry, Physics, Biology and Additional Mathematics. Thank God I managed to retain my streaks of being in the Top 3. Examinations in Form 4 are a lot different from the years before, they were longer and a whole lot more stressful. I managed to hijack a couple of awards this year, Best Student in Form 4, Best Student in 4 Science 1, Best Student in Physics, Straight A's for PMR award, sports award and a prefects' appreciation plague. I got selected as a prefect, yes I know, again. I went for the prefects' Leadership Camp and my group leader was Claire Chang. We spent quite a lot of time together there at Permai. Our group name was Loser but ironically, we were the best team throughout the whole camp. I was elected as Treasurer for the Red Crescent Youth Unit #8 and President for the Literary and Debating Society and the big surprise finally came when I was told that I was elected as the Head Prefect of SMK. St. Teresa. Quite a baggage.

I took part in my first Interschool Debate competition at Kolej Abdillah. What a gigantic school. Kristen was the first speaker, Azureen was the second speaker, I was the third speaker while Rhema and Nishanti were the reserves. We lost to Batu Lintang but nevertheless, it was one pack of a good experience. I recall calling Daniel Chong, the Batu Lintang first speaker, outdated. Then I joined the Bond University High School Mooting competition several months later together with Lilian, Zahira, Kristen, Demie and Azureen. My team lost but Kristen, Demie and Azureen made it to the finals and got second. Disappointing but yes, expected, mooting was never my forte. I hate speeches, I love impromptu and that's why I think I make a pretty average debater who usually does the rebuttals. I took part in a very amusing Health Quiz, which they asked me what causes J.E disease and I answered, Japanese mosquitoes. Quite a lot happened this year. Another great thing is that I met him, Perry Tan. A supportive and thoughtful fellow who makes both a good friend and more than that. It was one shot I took that turned out fine.

This year, it's the year 2008 and I am sitting for SPM in November. Just around the corner, now that's really fast. I'm not making conclusions about Form 5 year yet so I'll finish this composition off another day.

Virtuoso

Feeling like a phantom on stage,
A ghostly shadow of my human self,
That had traveled away from the labyrinth,
Released from the mausoleum,
Every move being watched by the world below,
Thousands of spectators gather to watch this materialization,
The story unfolds magnificently,
As I play my part in the story line,
Every mistake to be criticized,
To be marked and judged,
Every prodigy to be awed,
To be applause and spoken of,
It was all about being philosophical,
It was all about pretension,
They could never sequestrate my faith,
Take away things strongly believed in,
Strutting and walking on stage,
Embracing the time given,
A life liven behind the mask,
Hiding a veritable self behind,
Who had promenaded the stages as someone else,
As witnessed by spectators down below,
Someone to be venerated,
Whose name will live forever,
Whose facade that had been a face,
Will be remembered for sempiternity,
Whose torso will be a remembrance,
Preserved in minds for eternity,
When valediction is finally called for,
Lights dim and curtains fall,
A great maestro on stage was over,
An end to a great virtuoso.

Gabrielle Jee © 2005 & all rights reserved

Separate Ways

The car speeds down the boulevard,
Rushing back were the memories we shared,
I drown in my own sadness,
As your face forms before my eyes,
All the priceless moments we shared,
Makes me wonder why couldn't I be spared?
From a heart to broken,
As you departed without a single word spoken,
My melancholy was clearly portrayed,
Your depart left me feeling betrayed,
But then I slowly understood,
You would have stayed if only you could,
It happened on the 14th of August,
It rained bitterly that night,
The night we parted unwillingly,
The night I lost you unwillingly,
All the things I wanted to say before,
Something that had been so long inside,
Never got their chance,
As the walls crumble all around me,
I had stood at your funeral before,
Holding back all my tears within me,
As I released a single white rose,
That fell delicately on your face,
I knew it would be hard for us to part,
But lost was even harder to accept,
Something I treasured and had with me,
Now forever and ever gone,
Today I stand by your grave alone,
In my hands I held a rose,
In my eyes I had tears,
In my heart I had everything just for you,
As I release the rose once again,
I watch history unfold itself again,
I remember your words and I hear your voice,
The precious promises we made,
I watch as the rose falls slowly,
Onto the ground it rested peacefully,
Over your resting body,
I close my eyes as tears fell sadly,
I saw us laughing at the park together,
Having fun as if it would never end forever,
Never did I know that it would all end that day,
We would go our in separated ways,
Part of me wishes you could still be here,
I would do anything just to have,
You standing here by my side,
Just like how it had always been before,
To hear you laughter,
To feel your presence,
Just one more time,
And if only everything didn't need to end so fast,
I opened my eyes and looked around,
Cold and bitter wind accompanies the mood,
Sadly I turn around and walked away,
Once more going our separate ways...

I Wish

I wish that I could have,
A second chance to make a change.
Retrace every mistake I made,
Take back every word I spoke,
I wish that I could have,
Given things a second glance,
I would have seen what was in front of me,
What I had all the time,
I wish that I could have,
Known how everyone felt like,
With everything I had done,
With every single word I spoke,
I wish I could make,
Everything less complicated,
If this is all just a game,
Let's now just get everything done,
I wish that I could have,
Understood things more,
I wouldn't have been caught in the middle,
Of my own catastrophe,
I wish I could have,
Let the world know as far as one can see,
What I pretend to not be,
Something broken up inside.

~Gabrielle Jee~

Christmas Day

Merry Christmas. It's 25th today. Yesterday mass ended at ilke 1.45am. I decided to go for Mich's christmas party, maybe stay for a while la. Think I'll just folo aaron's idea to get chocolates since I had not gotten anything yet. Hm, let's see, think I saw Julie and Natalie at mass yesterday. Chatting with Julie, mich's little bro and another friend now. It's raining.....sighh...my maid is watching tv outside. Kk..thats allt oday...i wanna go chat..

Christmas

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!! Hey, it's Christmas Eve today. It's 6.20pm over here, I'm about to have my dinner soon with my family. Just showered. Later going to midnight mass at Blessed Sacrament Church. Yesterday, went to Lundu, the Sematan, to get fresh seafood to cook for today. On the way back, detour at Bau. So on and so on, think that was like a 4-5hour ride in the car, I read geo in the car while listening to music and I remember writing something but now I forgot what I wrote, think I threw it away. Neways, be right back after dinner. Back, just had dinner. I am soo soo full, probably gonna need like 7-8 hours to digest...lol...It's 7.45pm now. Hey everyone. I'm currently chatting with my insane cousin and my good so-call 'pretty, graceful..etc...etc' friend who is a he for your info. Si ai bin lorr. Been sending out e-cards. My parents are napping, later got to hit church at 11pm...until probably like 1 plus....*yawn beforehand*. Tomorrow Mich invited me to her house for Christmas but I got some stuff going on so shame i can't go. Too bad, merry christmas mich! Hope everyone has fun tomorrow. Ok...btw..I got 3 ecards from jason and tsktsk.....yellow...yellow...joking...

Romance Mathematics (Jason's rubbish)

Smart man + smart woman = romance

Smart man + dumb woman = affair

Dumb man + smart woman = marriage

Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy



OFFICE ARITHMETIC

Smart boss + smart employee = profit

Smart boss + dumb employee = production

Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion

Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime



SHOPPING MATH

A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.

A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.



GENERAL EQUATIONS & STATISTICS

A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.

A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.

A successful woman is one who can find such a man.



HAPPINESS

To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.

To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.



LONGEVITY

Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.



PROPENSITY TO CHANGE

A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.

A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.



DISCUSSION TECHNIQUE

A woman has the last word in any argument.

Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.



HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED

Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.



SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO THE DUMB GUYS YOU KNOW CAN HANDLE IT.

Magic of Christmas

Every morning I sit by the doorstep,
Wishing, hoping and praying,
As I wait for the postman,
To bring me a letter,
I heard that war was over,
They had won the battle,
Alex, dear brother, please come home,
I love you so much,
Mummy and daddy misses you,
Everyone misses you,
There's no news of you,
Please come home before Christmas,
Remember how much fun we once had,
When I was six,
You took me horseback riding,
I fell off and broke my arm,
When we got home from the hospital,
Mummy gave you such a scolding,
But I still stuck up for you,
You were the best brother anyone could ever ask for,
When I was ten,
We had such a fight,
That I didn't spoke to you for two weeks,
As giving as you always were,
You said you were sorry,
Although we both knew it was my fault,
Christmas is coming,
And all I want for Christmas is you,
To be home for dinner with us,
I don't ask for more,
Today is the 25th of December,
I hear the doorbell ring,
I run downstairs as fast as I could,
Flung open the door as I held my breath,
Standing there with a smile,
There was my beloved brother,
As we stood there hugging,
I thought to myself,
Christmas isn't Christmas if you weren't home,
This was the magic of Christmas,
My best Christmas present ever...

~Gab~ (2005 & copyrighted!)

I woke up at 3pm today! Horror! I can't believe I slept through all the renovation racket made downstairs...hibernating human like Clarence says. Oh well, going to watch Narnia tomorrow with some of my friends. So unbelievable, felt like last year I just sat for upsr, next year pmr!!! Fast...last year 13, this year 14, next year 15! And like some of my friends are 16 and it felt as if just yesterday they were 14! Oh well, what to do, this is the process!!! See ya, sayonara! Oh yeah, I'll be back tonight, approximately 11pm+ because I got violin lessons until 9pm. So bored now. Just came back from violin lessons. I didn't practice for a week because my strings all went out of tune....hahaha, Mr. Kon knows, cause I told him that when he told me I played that study quite good. Hahahaha. Next year tentatively, my lessons will be on a wednesday, 5.30pm. This Wednesday, i got extra piano lessons with Mrs.Ling at Rock Road, 9am! Then tuition later at 2pm! Will be doing Christmas shopping next week, plus school-stuff shopping (uniform, bag, black pants for RC...etc..etc..) Let me see..I didn't realise that school reopens on a Tuesday! Odd though, usually its a Monday. Gosh, wake up at 5.45am..reach school 6.15am...gosh...can't believe this routine is repeating again! Haiz..Theo went offline already...btw..my dad spoilt d drill for like the 2nd time! Kay, I'll go surf d net now, ciao.

God

When I fall, God’s hands are below to catch me,
Even if I fall off the highest peaks, He is there to catch me,
He will save me from drowning even in the deepest waters,
He is whom I can trust in and I know my trust in Him never withers.

When I take the furthest leap, it is a leap of faith,
God gives me wood to build my bridge and He steadies it forth,
He welcomes me with open arms at the other end,
He takes me in His arms and says “Trust in the Lord.”

When I am laid to rest, God’s hand holds mine tight,
He takes me home to His kingdom with a light shining so bright,
Just like He had promised his sons and daughters before,
He says to me, “Welcome home my dear daughter.”



Gabrielle Jee

Just a sheer mask

I thought I could hold the hurt in,
I thought I could put mask over,
Hold everything in,
Pretend to live my perfect life,
Till this day I still have,
Wounds that never healed,
Scars that remain etched,
Memories that could bring tears,
I learnt not to trust too much,
Maybe it’s the right thing to do?
Or maybe I’m just afraid of being hurt?
Maybe it’s betrayal I’m afraid of?
Sometimes I face disappointment
When I put too much hope in someone,
When failure seeks,
I feel the walls around me crumble,
Sometimes I would see myself,
Standing laughing in a crowd,
Other times I would see myself,
Standing alone and crying,
Do you see that girl there?
Is all you see a happy face?
Do you see the scarred insides?
Have you ever searched for it?
I feel it all and every single cut,
It hurts, it bleeds and it never fully heals,
I keep it all and never speak of it,
Words cannot express the pain I felt,
Tell me to forget it,
Tell me one ear in one ear out,
Tell me see and forget,
Easy for you to say,
But is it so hard for you,
Just to say three simple words,
That I wish to hear,
“I am sorry”
Everything just crumbles upon,
Buried under a pile of rubble,
There lies my scars,
Above, it’s just a sheer mask…



Gabrielle Jee

Read only if you have time for God

Read only if you have time for God

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom.

I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...

I don't have time for this... And ... this is really inappropriate during work.

Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is exactly what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.

We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...

Maybe, Sunday night...

And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.

We do like to have Him around during sickness...

And, of course, at funerals.

However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...

Because that's the part of our lives we think we can, and should, handle on our own.

May God forgive me for ever thinking...

That there is a time or place where...

HE is not to be FIRST in my life.

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.

If you aren't ashamed to do this...

Please follow the directions.

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!

Yes, I do Love God.

HE is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, He strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)

This is the simplest test.

If You Love God ... and, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things He has done for you...

Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!

I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?

THE POEM

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work for bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,

And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done.

My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry.

No time to give to souls in need ...

But, at last, the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord. I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find

I once was going to write it down ...

But never found the time."

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie?


Why are we so sleepy in church but right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?

Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?

Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this or delete it?

Just remember - God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one!

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you...

That's all you have to do...

There is nothing attached...

This is so powerful...

Do not stop the wheel, please...

Of all the free gifts we may receive, prayer is the very best one...

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards ...GOD BLESS!

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will ... This message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book,
they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that
indeed it was sent out to many more

New Begining

I believe every mistake I made,
Deserves a second chance,
A whole new start for changing,
A day where it’s a new beginning,
I learn to spread my wings,
Body and soul leaves the grounds,
Taking flight into the skies,
Leaving everything behind,
I seek for redemption,
Transformation beyond imagination,
Seeking for salvation,
I find it true in the Lord,
The day started changing,
First day of my new beginning,
A chance to walk a new road,
To live in the right lead,
In front of me was a light so bright,
Leading me through the night,
Guiding me all the way,
As I walked down my life’s road,
Below me was a hand,
To catch whenever I fell,
Never once I hit the grounds,
Not even from the highest mountains,
I believe in second chances,
I believe in changes,
I’ll chase my dream,
Make it something real to them,
Starting now I’ll embrace it,
One day true to be,
I’ll be the one to change the world,
The power is at hand…


Gabrielle Jee

Empire

Bright lights dazzling the skies,
Shining down from the heavens,
War cries were sound,
The ground shook and trembled,
Thousands of horses breaking the surface,
An army led by a general brought to battle,
United under one kingdom,
Lead by one soul ruler,
History was made to mankind,
Spoken of and often was heard,
As nations were conquered,
The largest empire as formed,
Across the east to the west,
From north to south,
An enemy so great that no one had known,
Until other nations were overthrown,
Battling out of only skills,
Riding from only horses,
Shooting with only arrows,
Dynasty by dynasty falls,
Greatest army ever known to mankind,
That rode across the land,
Fighting and winning many battles,
It was the greatest power ever.

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANNA READ THIS?!

Check out what Jason Chen sent...


If you treat him nicely, he says you are in love with him;

If you don't, he says you are proud.



If you dress nicely, he says you are trying to lure him;

If you don't, he says you are from kampong.



If you argue with him, he says you are stubborn;

If you keep quiet, he says you have no brain.



If you are smarter than him, he will lose face;

If he is smarter than you, he is great.



If you don't love him, he will try to possess you;

If you love him, he will try to leave you.



If you don't make love with him, he says you don't love him;

If you do, he says you are cheap.



If you tell him your problem, he says you are troublesome;

If you don't, he says that you don't trust him.



If you scold him, you are like a nanny to him;

If he scolds you, it is because he cares for you.



If you break your promise, you cannot be trusted;

If he breaks his, he is forced to do so.



If you smoke, you are a bad girl;

If he smokes, he is a gentleman.



If you do well in your exams, he says it's luck;

If he does well, it's brain.



If you hurt him, you are cruel;

If he hurts you, you are too sensitive.

And soon hard to please!!!



If you send this to guys, they will swear that it's not true!!!

If you don't, they say you are selfish.

Memories

My hands and soul release,
Together with a single red rose,
All the memories we share,
Gracefully it falls on your face…



I bow my head in prayer,
I know this God will hear,
Merciful He is whom we all fear,
To His kingdom I pray He takes…



It all began and ended on that night,
As I watched in fright,
I saw your face on the news,
A single tear falls…



A car accident at route eight,
Sharp at ten at night,
Putting your life to a halt,
God has taken your hand in His…


Always a part of me,
Embracing the moments of life,
I walked away,
Knowing it was time to start a new life…



Gabrielle Jee

A Single Rose

Ever heard of a happy ending? Not everything ends with a happy ending the way they do in fairytales. How the always end with the prince charming and the castle? Life isn’t like that. That is why they are called fairytales…



“Richard! Will you please hurry up? It’s a quarter to seven already and your father has already made reservations at The Pavilion at seven,” Richard’s mother said, walking briskly across the sandstone tiled floors of their driveway.

“You really didn’t need to shout. I can hear you perfectly well. You don’t have a deaf son, mother,” Richard brushed past his mother indecorously with an evident look of aggravation.

Richard’s mother felt a sharp pain of hurt in her chest; she instinctively covered her hurt up with a sharp tone. “Watch your language,” she looked at her son warningly and got into their black Jaguar.

“Rudeness is not tolerated in this household, Richard,” Richard’s father spoke up when his son got into the back seat of the car.

Richard’s mother observed from the rearview mirror that her son was cursing under his breath and glowering out of the window. She sighed inwardly; she always felt that her son was constantly distancing himself from her. As a mother, she wished her son would change for the better.

A single raindrop fell and hit the windshield. Then rain began to shower down, falling down vociferously on the cold, metal body of the car.

“Slow down, the roads are not safe in these weather conditions. Be careful,” Richard’s mother placed a hand on her husband’s arm as the veil of rain thickened.

Before her hand left her husband’s arm, a strong impact hit them from behind, causing their car to spin out of control. Tires screeched loudly and there was yelling. The last thing Richard remembered was his mother releasing a piercing scream of fear and panic before there was a sickening crash and everything went black.

He aroused several hours after the accident. His head felt heavy and there was a sharp pain throbbing in his head, it felt like white hot knives being slashed into his skull.

“You are awake,” a male voice said, somewhere above him.

Richard blinked, trying to focus as he looked up. A man with glasses was looking down at him. “Yeah,” he said tiredly, struggling to sit upright.

“You’ll be all right. You only suffered from cuts and bruises. We had the cut on your forehead stitched up and I am Dr. David,” the doctor said, placing his hands into the pockets of his coat. He gave a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Unfortunately, I have rather distressing news for you,” he continued to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Richard felt his blood run cold and his heart stop. He braced himself for the bad news that he was about to receive.

“Well, you father suffered from a broken tibia and several fractured ribs. He is a very lucky man to survive such a deplorable accident. Unfortunately, your mother did not make it. I am terribly sorry for your lost,” Dr. David said quietly.

Richard felt as if he had run into a brick wall. Everything felt hazy. He felt his jaw drop and he gaped at the doctor. “Wha—what?” he refused to believe the impossible piece of minutiae that he had just received.

“I’m very sorry,” Dr. David repeated and left the room, shutting the door behind him.



Richard looked forlornly at his mother’s open casket. His father had insisted for best for his deceased wife. A finely handcrafted polished mahogany casket with silver handles and lined with silk was purchased. Relatives and friends turned up to pay their last respects for the woman they had all loved and cherished.

His mother looked so peaceful in there. It was almost like she was smiling. Lying next to her casket was a six-foot deep pit, awaiting the burial. The weather was fine, windy and pleasant. It was almost hard to believe that he was at his mother’s funeral.

He watched sadly as they closed the lid of the casket. He had the last glimpse of his mother’s face before they moved it towards the pit and slowly began to lower it.

“Here, take this, give it to your mother,” Richard’s father handed him a single red rose.

Richard accepted the rose and slowly walked towards the pit. His hand was clenched tightly around the stem of the rose, thorns dug into the palm of his hand. He looked down at the casket and felt his heart break as he unwillingly set the rose free. It fell almost gracefully and slowly onto the top of the casket. He took a few steps back and looked down as they began to shovel dirt to fill up the pit.

He never had the chance to say sorry to his mother for all the things he had said before. He never expected her to be gone so fast. A single rose, a simple gift given with his true heart as an apology and as a wordless way to express his love for his mother, a gift that she couldn’t receive with her own hands anymore. Life wasn’t always a happy ending as it may seem…



Gabrielle Jee

Lifes' Story

Time and Tide Waits No Man



Watching the buildings and trees growing smaller and smaller until it became one fine piece of artwork down below me as the plane gained height. Everything was misted from my sight as the plane broke through the clouds. We were now flying above the clouds and I was leaving everything behind, I was starting a new life, a whole new world awaits me behind the curtains…it was like rebirth…



As I was in the plane, everything rushed back to me. It was like traveling through my history, my experiences, all my joyous moments that I shared all those that I knew and all my heartbreaking moments when I fail to achieve my goal. Who ever said that time passes slowly was making a false statement, time flies. Time and tide awaits no man. It felt as if it was only yesterday when I had my very first experience setting foot into a school, my first actual lesson.



I remembered being six when I entered kindergarten. I entered a year later then the rest of them but nevertheless, I graduated that year and got second. Kindergarten was nothing but fun for an innocent, young child. Studies wasn’t much of a focus then, it was mainly colouring, tracing alphabets, singing, spelling and simple calculations such as two plus five. I knew a girl named Gabriellyn, who was my best friend that time. She gave me her phone number but I had lost it and I lost contact with her after I entered primary school.



Time in primary school flew once more. From primary one to primary six, everything was a blur, everything went so fast. When I was in primary three, I was selected to take the PTS examinations, which would enable me to skip primary four and pursue primary five instead. But, I had never been serious in the PTS examinations because I was not keen on skipping a year and not being with my friends whom I had already been with for three years. I even arrived late for the PTS examinations! After two pages of the test, I ended up talking to my friend who was sitting at the desk next to me. Due to that, both of us failed the test because we didn’t complete it. But it wasn’t a failure to us, we laughed at our results when we saw the notice board with our names and next to it, in capital letters, it says ‘fail’.



So in primary four, I had the best science teacher that I would never forget, Madam Johanna. Strict as she was with us and always punishing us with her unusual method of ‘angkat tangan’ for five excruciating minutes, she was an excellent class teacher who taught me science for three years. In fact, she was my favourite teacher in primary school.



In primary five, I was selected to be a prefect and my senior was Navena. From junior, I became a senior in primary six. As I said before, time really flies. I was going to sit for UPSR examinations that year. Everyone was preparing for the examinations, studying, revising all things we were taught from primary four to primary six. Hectic as it was, nevertheless, it was fun the way we spent our last year in St. Teresa’s Primary School. I remembered having Madam Fatimah as my English teacher, we used to make fun of the way she pronounced milk as ‘mulg’. I still laugh my head off when I recall about that. In primary five, I had supervised the school during 2002 UPSR and in primary six, it was my turn and then, before I knew it, UPSR was all over. I remembered my number was SK2321110 (the last four digits are my birth date) and my best friend, Grace, was SK2321111 and she sat in front of me during the examinations. Meanwhile, Esther was on my right. I remembered us shouting ‘monster’ when we discovered we were sitting next to each other because we had always enjoyed disturbing one another during lessons and even exams. After the examinations, we had fun gambling in class and sitting on cards when Mr. Sabri makes rounds. Gnome Toss was a favourite among all of us, slamming and banging on the table with all the cards. Mafia, too became a favourite. I still have my Gnome Toss deck…all mangled and crumpled from constant slamming and banging together with shouts of laughter.



From fun it became the day that the UPSR examination results came out. I had obtained 4A’s and B for my Bahasa Melayu objective paper. Disappointed as I was when I heard the news and even more disappointed when I realized that I was going to 1A2 in St. Teresa’s Secondary School. I just masked it up and put on a face that showed that I didn’t mind and lived my life like nothing had happened until the first day I went to secondary school.

The first day in St. Teresa’s Secondary school felt as if a bombshell had dropped out of the blues. It was the first time in my whole life when I had been in a B class. I completely didn’t enjoy my first day in secondary school. It wasn’t enjoyable knowing that I was in the second-best class. Well…sometimes, I do get what I want… The afternoon session assistant principal, Madam Sita came in and announced that some of us will be moved to 1A1 because there was space. And I was one of the lucky ones selected to be moved. So was Esther. I remembered Kristen and my friends who were in 1A1 sneaking over to see the announcement being made and cheering silently when my name was announced.



So, the next day I entered 1A1 and I finally felt as if I had found my place because I knew that I didn’t belong in 1A2. I discovered that a few of the students in 1A1 were stuck up because they had obtained 5A’s and in their narrow-minded opinions that they were better than me. Although that was an old story, I don’t really mind when I think about it now but still, it’s a part of my memory. One of the girls were saying audibly that I was bound to be thrown back to 1A2 because I had 4A’s and that I wasn’t as good as them. But I proved her wrong when she got thrown into 1A2 instead. Although I maintained in 1A1 but I wasn’t satisfied with my marks, I knew I had to work harder because I was slipping. I got somewhere around 10-15 for all four terms and I wasn’t very pleased. I was once again, selected to be a prefect and I passed the probation.



Then the year 2005 surfaced and I was now a senior prefect and in 2A1. I believe that I am slightly more pleased with my academics achievements that year as I think back about it. Perhaps except my second term exam when I got 11th but apart from that, 7th for the first term and 5th for the third and fourth term, I’m slightly more satisfied. I received my prefects appreciation plate and certificate during prize giving and also best student in Form2 plate and certificate. Also, I had the memory and feeling of the first debate and loosing it. There was also the feeling of the second debate when my team won and I was given best speaker, that time I was the third speaker. I was now halfway through my secondary school life and before I am knowing it, Form 3 will be surfacing, breaking through and I would be taking PMR examinations…and no more prefect’s uniform…



Time flies as I think back. It feels like the first day in school, the very first experience. Before I am knowing it, pretty soon PMR examinations comes and goes around the corner and Form 4 comes and then comes Form5 then SPM examinations comes and goes around the corner once more and I will be leaving St. Teresa’s Secondary school…


Gabrielle Jee

2005

Awards

Hey! It's been ages since I've dropped by here...today's the last day of school but tomorrow I got to go to school for prize-giving day. I'm getting the prefects award and 'pelajar terbaik tingkatan'. So gotta wake up early tomorrow so I won't be online for long. Neways...gonna go for the Harry Potter movie (Goblet of Fire) with Elizabeth. Don't wanna go with 'them' anymore, sien nia...all the tom dick and harry going...sheesh...never once they can stick to a movie without those tom dick and harries.

Screwed art up

It's been ages...i mean seriously ages since I had dropped by. My exams are just over and I'm starting my F3 history...call me crazy...whatever. Puan Chen is starting F3 komsas and novel already. Hmm....I hope my St3 mag survives through so many hands who are going to borrow it. Danny la, Sweden la, Jason la..etc...etc...not to mention my Sjs mag...last year's...I had like absolutely no idea where it went to. Hmm.....can't wait for the real hols to start..think I'm getting my testpapers back on Monday. Neways...I screwed art up...din finish it on time...nearly cried...stressful but now...its over so its over just like jason says. Owh well...I'm so bored...so few ppl online now that I can actually crap with....cya! ciao.

Disc 'kosong'

Hiiiii! Owh, finally Danny burn Jolin and Jay cd for me...no lar not finally, he pass today. Burn during the holidays. Neways...tomorrow is a holiday...yeaaaah! Heard about mufti day for our school....horrible...muslims wear baju kurung whereas non-muslims must wear below-the-knee skirts, no sleeveless...blablbla...i dunno the rest yet...hmm...today's a really fun day, kinda stupid...I'll remember...'burn for me disc kosong'....hahahahahahaa. Lol, Danny ...keeps asking who and who again...

Shopping trip

Heeyy....came back from Parkson with my mom. My mom went for a haircut at Allan's then I read newspaper there...boring and sms Michelle. Hmm...then we went over to Parkson, I bought shorts from Oreef (pants actually...watever)...hmmmm, then my mom is dying her hair now and my dad is reading newspaper I guess. Oo yea, sent my sis off to the airport cos her summer hols ended so she's at Kuala Lumpur now then later transit to Hong Kong before to Moscow then to Volgograd (Russia.. larrrrr). Hmmm...then lets c...I'm bored now...yawn. Went to IMH open day, collect my privelledge card and then didn't go and meet Mrs. Ling or Mr.Kon either...hahahahaa (guilty guilty) and then....hmmm.....met Kristen there then hmm.....thats all lar. Now I'm so bored....nothing nice to do, can hear my kakak vacuming the floor upstairs....hmmm....wonder what to do tonite lerr...no tuition summore, no piano class/theory class/aural class either...aiyerr......hopefully got more people online to chat with lar if like that....oh well...ciao! sayonara......

A story of a friend of a friend of mine

My head was bent over my book; I was immersed in calculating an algebraic question when I head a funny muffled sound behind me. I turned around and saw Ryan sitting behind me, his nose almost touching his book and he was making a queer muffled, mumbling noise. He realized that I was looking at him, he looked up and caught my eye and he embarrassedly looked back at his book.

Several girls sitting near him started to giggle at him. Ryan had some sort of illness that left him with a speech problem and he had a tendency of making queer noises unintentionally. And when he did that, the girls would giggle and the boys would bully him. Ryan knew that the girls were giggling at him, he looked at them and looked back down sadly and with a hint of embarrassment. I felt sorry for him. The girls were just being mean. Ryan never picked the choice to have speech problems.

“Why do you have to be so mean to Ryan?” I asked Anna angrily. I heard Ryan dropped his calculator; obviously he was rather shocked that somebody would actually be on his side. I heard him clumsily bend over to pick it up.

Anna giggled stupidly. “I don’t know? Because he’s weird,” she giggled even louder. All her friends joined it.

I glared at them incredulously and gave Ryan a pitying look. He turned bright red in the face and looked away quickly.

It was during recess, I was on prefects’ school patrol duty when I saw Ryan surrounded by a group of boys who were pushing him around. One of the boys, Jonathan pushed Ryan so hard that Ryan fell onto the hard cement ground on his back. Ryan looked miserable and helpless in the middle of all of them. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“Retard, you’re no use at all. You can’t even talk properly without adding ‘err’ or mumbling in your sentence! Retarded boy!” Kevin was shouting and kicked Ryan hard below the belt.

I saw Ryan double over in pain. That was when I decided that the whole bullying Ryan thing has gone far too over. I rushed over to Ryan and helped him to get up. Ryan was shaking so badly and tears were streaming down his face and he buried his face in my shoulder. I put my arm around him protectively.

“Why do you people have to pick on him? Why can’t you leave him alone?” I shouted angrily at the group of boys.

“Ooh…Ryan got himself a girlfriend,” one of them said, smirking at me. Then all of them including the boys nearby wolf-whistled and the girls giggled and made stupid remarks.

“Grow up! Can’t you see that he is already miserable enough? How many friends does he have in school? Why can’t you people have pity on him? Why must you bully him just because he’s nice?” I demanded heatedly, glaring hard and still supporting Ryan who was shaking very hard.

“Hey, come on, he’s a total coward and he’s dumb. So who—“ Kevin began but jerked back in shock when I slapped him hard across the face angrily.

“Don’t you ever call him a coward or dumb! Don’t you ever lay a finger on Ryan anymore,” and with that, I guided Ryan up towards the classrooms.

In the classroom, Ryan sat down on his seat and looked at his shoes. He looked so sad and tears were in his eyes. I pressed a tissue into his hand and gave him a hug. I didn’t want to leave him alone in the classroom but I had to do my duty so I had to leave. Before I left, I touched him on the cheek and smiled. When I was near the door, I turned back and I saw Ryan holding his hand to his cheek where I had touched. I smiled, it was sweet to know that I was Ryan’s first ever friend in school.

The next day, I came to school and I saw Ryan standing at the gate, waiting for me with a shy smile on his face. He said hello to me and offered to help me carry my books. I smiled and said hello in return and told him that it was okay, he didn’t need to help me carry my books. He seemed very happy for the first time I had ever seen him and talked rather a lot about football although his speech wasn’t so fluent. He told me how much he loves football and Manchester United. I felt happy to hear him talk and that he was happy.

In class, I helped Ryan with his homework and everything. But, not everyone saw our relationship as a friendly thing.

“Ooh, look, Ryan and Lynn, getting cozy at the back there,” Jayne said loudly. The girls went ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ while the boys cheered, clapped and wolf-whistled. Ryan went deep red in the face and bowed his head. For the first time today, I saw him look sad and miserable again.

“Don’t listen to what they’re saying. They’re not talking sense, Ryan,” I said, ignoring them in attempt to cheer him up.

“Why do they always pick on me?” Ryan whispered sadly, looking down.

I patted him on the shoulder and told him that they were just being silly and immature and they just want to prove that they are tough by bullying those who are weaker. Ryan cheered up a little but I could tell that he was rather down because he talked less after that.

Everyday, Ryan would wait for me at the gate. One day, I saw that he wasn’t there. I went into a panic fit, because I knew that he would be there unless something bad had happen. I got really afraid. Horrible thoughts went through my head. Did he get beaten up? Did he get into an accident? What happened? I ran around school like some lunatic looking for him. Finally, I found him crouching near the boys’ toilets.

“Ryan, what are you doing here? What happened?” I asked frantically, squatting down in front of him and something caught my eye. I grabbed his wrists and he struggled to hide his hands from me. I felt a lump rising in my throat. There were slits on both of his wrists but thankfully, they were not deep enough to cut the main veins.

“Ryan…” I looked at him slowly, tears spilling down my face, I didn’t let go of his wrists. “How could you…?” I whispered, pained.

“They hate me. Everybody does,” he mumbled, not meeting my eyes.

“I don’t hate you. Ryan, you know that I don’t hate you. How can even think of doing this to me? I don’t want you to ever try to commit suicide again,” I pleaded desperately.

“It’s painful to know that no one cares about you and they hurt you everyday,” Ryan said quietly. “Except you, you’re my only friend. You’re the only one who cares about me and can you hear? I can actually speak better than last time,” he added with a shy smile. “When I was slitting my wrists, I wanted to cut deeper but then I thought of you and I know you’ll be upset if I am gone and you would be sad. I don’t want you to be sad so I didn’t do it,” he looked at me with a faint smile.

His words made my heart break into a million pieces, I pulled Ryan into a hug and cried. I nearly lost Ryan if he had slit his wrists deeper and if I did, I don’t think my life would ever be the same again.

Months passed and Ryan’s speech began to improve. Soon, he was speaking like any normal fourteen-year-old boy. He became a happier person although he was still rather quiet. We became the best of friends. It was something like a brother and sister relationship. Some things may have changed but the scars on Ryan’s wrists serves as a memory to all of us how sad Ryan’s life had once been until he even attempted suicide.

Gabrielle Jee

Prefect's Dinner 05

Heeyyy....just came back from the prefect's dinner. It was nice, fun, I took so many pictures with my friends. The food and performance was great. Lolz, Cheryl's keyboard so heavy, no one could carry it, in the end, lolz, got Keith to carry it, hahaa and my bag as well. Pity Michelle's bro. Lolz, then let's c, I went to toilet so many times, accompanying Mie and Michelle. Walked past that Delvin Goh guy so many times, who noes if people get perasan! Cos we walked past so many times!!! Eih! Some annoying anonymous girl/guy, i dunno who is pretending to b some Malay gal from KUCHING HEIGHT SCHOOL (it doesnt even exist for goodness sake!) and said, tell Kristen, Gabrielle and Zafira don't think they're so pretty and clever! Curses. Well, overall, I enjoyed today.

Another debate

Heyyy....just ate dinner believe it or not...i finished dinner at 9.15p.m. after I came back from church. I had crab, prawns, midin (i think that is how it is spelt) and some kind of soup and of course, rice. I went to Kristen's house for the debate just now in the afternoon with Nisha and Esther. Snowball (Krissie's dog) is soooooo cute, it was practically chewing on my toes (not chewing larrr). I had taekwondo in the morning, okay lar. Let's see.owh yea...my sis was back last week thursday (7th July), her flight was rather late, then the next day i skipped tuition cos I was sick and too tired. Well, I'm kinda bored now...ciaoz! mwaks!

At St. Thomas

Heeyyzz...Just came back from the St.Thomas fair. Nothing much there, just met a few of my friends there, couldn't spot a broken tooth that Ian and I bet on and returned RM9 back to Jason, went over to Medan Pelita with Demie, Ween and Wawa, wanted to get lunch there but nothing nice so Demie and I went over to Merdeka Palace first while Ween and Wawa stayed at Medan Pelita doing I dunno what. I had a mushroom 'quiche' (??? how to spell it liao? i noe it sounds like qish when pronounced!) and a fresh mint tea at Seattle Coffee House. Demie had mushroom chicken pie and some russian tea thingie.The pie crust was so hard to cut using the knife. Then my mum picked me up at almost 12 and now she's probably at the court now for that mooting competition with David, Shaun and Jia Wern. Hmmm...against IBMS i think. And let's see...I'm not going for taekwondo today...got to do my maths homework and seni homework. Gosh...I better get my books now! Ciaoz! Muaks!

Amateur photographers

I just came back from taekwondo training at St.Joseph. I was in school (my school, St.Teresa) from 10am until 12am. We had our STS taekwondo club phototaking there. Took Alston so long just to take two pictures! I had to stand at the back and balancing on some brick thingie. And hmm...then I had lunch at SB with my friends and then there was these 3 guys or as we called them 'gays' who were wrestling around in the middle of SB on the ground floor. Sheesh....! And then, we went over to St.Joseph for the training. Hmm...the stadium is kinda stuffy and the floor...man, it's green so it practically leaves green dust on your feet or white taekwondo pants! My sister is coming back from Russia this 7th July. And let's see what else...hmmm....I guess nothing left ler...tonight going to my grandmother's bday dinner and let's c...thats all.

An Angel

It was a cold and bitter winter's night. Last minute Christmas shoppers busied in and out of shops, searching for gifts to be bought while the carolers happily walked down the street merrily singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas".
Walking down the streets was an elderly and poor man who was carrying a rather beat-up black violin case. He stopped by the ten-foot tall Christmas tree and opened his violin case. He slowly and carefully pulled out a well-polished and well-maintained violin and a bow. Although the violin was very old, the elderly man never considered throwing it away or selling it. His father gave the violin to him when he was twelve and it carried all his childhood memories. He had vowed that he would carry this violin till his death.
He propped the violin on his left shoulder and began to play Christmas carols. He was a very skilled violinist but none of the passerby even bothered to give him money or even told him what a wonderful violinist he was. He stood there in the bitter cold, playing his violin, hoping to earn a few dollars so that he could buy his grandchildren Christmas presents.
After nearly and hour of playing, a woman in her late forties came up to the elderly man. She had a kind smile on her face. Clinging onto one of her hands was a young toddler carrying a paper bag.
"Merry Christmas," the woman said, smiling. "You are a wonderful violinist. I haven't heard one so talented as you are since my husband passed away. It's been a long time since I've heard beautiful music," she told the elderly man.
"Why, thank you, madam," the elderly man smiled, delighted at being praised.
"Here's a little something for you and Merry Christmas to you," the woman said, pressing a Christmas present and a fifty-dollar bill into the elderly man's trembling hands.
"Thank you so much," the elderly man's voice trembled in gratitude. "Now I can buy my grandchildren Christmas presents and I'll be able to see their happy little faces. Merry Christmas to you too," tears of joy spilt down the elderly man's wrinkled cheeks.
"You don't have to thank me. I should thank you, for the beautiful music," the woman smiled and walked away.
"Merry Christmas!" the toddler shouted with a happy beam on his face as his mother lead him down the streets.
"Merry Christmas," the elderly man whispered, waving, his hands still trembling as he did so. He dried his eyes with his torn handkerchief and packed up his violin. On his way down the streets to the nearest gift shop, he saw the Salvation Army standing next to a Christmas tree, where the homeless children wrote down what they wished for Christmas in small, square cards and hung them on the tree.
My grandchildren have me to love and care for them but those poor children have no one. The elderly man thought sadly. Those poor children need the gifts more than my grandchildren do. The elderly man went up to the Christmas tree and randomly selected a card. The card was written by a four-year-old who wanted nothing more but toy soldier. The elderly man took the card along with him into the gift shop. He spent thirty dollars on toys for four of his grandchildren and he spent the remaining on a magnificent handcrafted toy soldier carrying a gun that marched when was the key in the back was wound. He had the gifts wrapped up nicely and then, he left the gift shop.
He stuck the card onto the present containing the toy soldier and handed it over to the Salvation Army with a smile and a sincere Merry Christmas.
"Thank you sir and Merry Christmas," was the reply he got from the Salvation Army.
Deep down inside, the elderly man knew that the right person to thank was the woman that gave him the money. Without her, he wouldn't have the money to buy the toys for his grandchildren and the toy soldier for the four-year-old.
He reached home half an hour later. His wife was preparing the Christmas meal in the kitchen. His son and his family were sitting on the couch by the merrily crackling fire.
"Merry Christmas!" the elderly man smiled merrily, set his violin case down and gave his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren a hug each.
"I have a little something for the four of you," he turned to his grandchildren. There was fourteen-year-old Thomas, ten-year-old Mary, four-year-old Joseph and two-year-old Matthew. He gave them their Christmas presents and in return he got four happy faces, thank you and hugs.
"Dinner is ready!" his wife called from the dining room. They all went into the small but cozy dining room.
They sat down by the table and before they ate their meal, they said a grace before meal. The food was scrumptious and it was a pleasant, merry and happy dinner. The elderly man was so happy that he could be with his family for Christmas dinner.
The elderly man thought, 'I met an angel tonight. She was the kindest person I've ever met. Even though she had a toddler to take care of and she was now the breadwinner of the family, she still had the heart of gold to give me money and a Christmas present. She was an angel, an angel with a heart of gold. Her kindness was my Christmas present and she was an angel sent to me by God...'

Gabrielle Jee

An Angel

Heavens opened up today,
Music so sweet to hear,
Light so pure and golden showed the way,
I couldn't see a single tear.

An angel full of grace,
Appeared in front of me,
With a slow pace,
Made her way towards me.

Sent to me by God,
To rule and to guide me,
Chosen by the Lord,
I was the one.

To have an angel,
By my side,
I will never forget it all,
How I met an angel.

Gabrielle Jee

"Dead people don't talk so shut up and act like one."

Rain poured heavily from the darken heavens. Lightning flashed above the many black umbrellas., casting a ghostly ray of light on everyone. Thunder shook the muddy and wet grounds that they were standing on. The atmosphere was grave and so tense. Diminished sounds of crying and mourning could be heard over the sound of the raindrops falling onto the ground. Even though, the heavy rain took away nearly fifty percent of the visibility, nevertheless, the faces of those crying over their loved ones could be seen distinctively.
I looked around sadly. Death was a part of everyday life. Death must happen in order to keep the world balanced. Life and death must be equal. I saw a black hearse parked by the side of the cemetery and I saw that whoever the poor soul who died was, he or she must have had a big family or either, a famous person. I could hear and see the Roman Catholic priest praying together with those who attended the funeral.
Queerly though, I couldn't locate where the coffin was. Unless they had lowered it down into the six-foot deep grave that was already dug, I thought. But that was literally impossible because a coffin was only lowered at the end of the funeral, after the priest was done with the praying and readings. There must be some logical explanation why the coffin wasn't present. The sight of a coffin-less funeral was almost...macabre...I shivered, not because of the cold but because of the sight of the coffin-less funeral. No matter how macabre it was, I still had to pay respect at a funeral and not have all these improper thoughts. How offensive this would have been if the dead could actually read my thoughts. I laughed inwardly and continued to wonder where could the coffin be.
I began to let my mind wonder. What would it be like to be dead? To be able to leave this world and travel to another? Would it be like...starting a whole new life? Was there really life after death? Was there really eternal life? I slapped myself mentally at my doubt against eternal life. Who was I trying to kid? Hello! I'm a Roman Catholic, I believe in eternal life and life after death! How could I actually doubt my faith in eternal life and life after death with God in his kingdom! I slapped myself mentally again and made a reminder not to doubt my faith ever again.
Out of the blues, I realized something and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't standing up, neither was I sitting down but I was lying down. I was puzzled and almost interested why was I lying down on muddy grounds. That was when I realized that I was lying in something soft and it had a silky texture. I nearly screamed out loud. I was lying in a twenty thousand-dollar coffin lined with the finest silks. I could still see the sky because the lid wasn't closed yet. They are burying me alive! The thought crossed my head. I tried to scream but I couldn't and I couldn't even move any part of my body. Then, I felt a sharp and burning white-hot pain in my side and I winced in pain. I was frustrated and angry, who dares to drug me and try to bury me alive! Of all the nerve this psycho had! I tried to scream again but all I could manage was a barely audible whisper. I bet the ants couldn't even hear me let alone those fools who actually fell for the thought that I was dead can hear me. Then my sister's favorite sentence came into my head, "Dead people don't talk so shut up and act like one." When I remembered her words, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry or to scream.
"—may Evelyn rest in peace forever," those were the last words from the priest, indicating that it was time for me to be buried. They closed the lid of my coffin and that was the last time I ever saw the world anymore.
I groaned inwardly, I'm going to be buried alive??? I can't believe this. Then I felt a jolt of sadness, at least I know the feeling to be 'so-call' dead. I'll never see my parents again, my sister again or my friends anymore. This was starting to get plain ridiculous again. I tried screaming while they began to lower my coffin into the six-foot deep grave. At least this coffin is pretty comfortable, I found myself thinking then I slapped myself mentally again. Fool! What do you mean by at least this coffin is pretty comfortable! I thought sarcastically as my coffin hit the muddy bottom of the grave with a thud and a bump.
They began to shovel mounts of dirt onto my coffin. I could hear every single thud when the dirt hit the lid of my coffin. It's going to be a long wait down here, I thought irritably, counting every single thud. Perhaps the thud worked like the so-call theory of counting sheep make you sleepy. I started to feel my eyelids go heavy and I started to feel drowsy, before I last knew it, I was literally asleep.
When I woke up. I started to feel panic rising into my chest again. Then I blinked, it was bright and everything was this bright white light. I was confused, why is it bright now? Shouldn't it be dark like it was six feet under? Then, I slowly registered something in my mind, maybe the whole being-buried-alive-thing was just another absurd dream. While I was busy pondering, a voice called out to me.
"Welcome home Evelyn," the voice echoed.
I whirled around and saw nothing but bright, white light everywhere. I squinted at tried to search for the direction of the voice. I can move...I realized and then felt faint, what's going on now!
"I'm just being inquisitive," I voiced up uncertainly then I continued what I wanted to say, "am I dead? Or is this some sort of, uh...dream?"
"It's no dream. You are dead," the voice confirmed the worst on my mind.
"How did that happen to me?" I questioned curiously. "I thought I was drugged and buried alive," I muttered under my breath and then regretted saying that almost immediately.
"You were not drugged neither were you buried alive," the voice said and gave something that I was pretty certain, it was a laugh. "You were killed in a plane crash from during your flight back from Moscow."
I nodded, my mouth hanging open. I was standing here, listening to my own death story, I was very, very interested. "So that explains the burning white-hot pain in my side, was I impaled by anything?" I subconsciously rubbed my side, trying to feel for a hole or a scar or any wound.
"By a three-foot long piece of metal," the voice replied.
"Ouch, must have hurt lots," I winced and gingerly massaged my side.
"And you lost a great amount of blood and to the result of that, you died."
"Ah, ooh," came my reply.
"Any further questions?"
"No."
"Very, well, you should take a rest. And before that, that was very nice of you to do all those charity work in Moscow."
"Why, thank you!"
Then, everything became dark again but this time I wasn't afraid. I felt calm and at peace. It was all so tranquil and I fell back to sleep, eternal rest...

Gabrielle Jee
PS: This was my very first essay in Form 1. Although, this is the modified version but it's pretty similar. Too bad Mr. Tan never gave back my essay. The original one was entitled 'A Dream', so the original one ended with an 'it's-just-a-dream-and-nothing-more-than-that' sort of ending. I kind of prefer this version rather than the original one.

"Dead people don't talk, so shut up and act like one."

My sister used to tell me all the time,
Whenever I would get her mad,
It was her very favorite line that I would mime,
"Dead people don't talk, so shut up and act like one."

That is what she would tell me,
I used to laugh when I heard it,
Now I'm dead and I remember her telling me,
I just don't know whether to laugh or cry.

So much for being dead,
I have to shut up and act like one,
I never even had to chance to see her wed,
Not even an invitation though I was her number one.

I miss everyone down there,
But don't you ever cry for me,
I want to see you happy there,
Even though there'll never ever be another 'we'.

But I still want you to remember us,
Don't you ever worry,
You'll never ever have to say these words,
"Dead people don't talk, so shut up and act like one!"

I Believe

As a doctor, I had seen death pass in front of my face. Young and old lives taken in front of my very own eyes. Some willingly gave up their souls while some fought for their souls to keep. It was sad to watch someone go but I knew that the longer they stayed, they would only feel more pain and sufferings. I was happy that they were at peace now but sad that they had to leave all their loved ones behind. I knew I couldn't do anything to fight against it if it was their time to leave but sometimes, deep down inside, I feel as if I had let them down.
I was doing my rounds around the cancer when I heard laughter coming from the children's cancer wad. I decided to check on the children's cancer wad. I opened the door and I was instantly greeted by a young little girl. She had a happy smile on and it lit up her whole face. I felt sorry for her, she was so young and she had cancer but she was still so happy.
"Hello there," I smiled at her and reached out to pat her head.
"Hello doctor! Isn't it a beautiful day!" she beamed at me and pointed out of the window.
I nodded and felt sad that it was such a beautiful day and she couldn't be like the other kids, running around and playing with their friends on a day like this.
"What's your name?" I asked her while flipping at the clipboard by her bed. I saw that it was written there that she had acute lymphoblastic leukemia and was currently undergoing chemotherapy.
"My name is Cathy Reed and I am nine-years-old," she sat down on her bed and leaned towards me. "You are Doctor Lorraine Rivera?" she read off the plastic tag hanging on one of the pockets on my coat. "I like that name," she added, blinking her large brown eyes at me.
"Thank you, Cathy. That's very sweet of you," I sat down on the bed beside her to keep her company since it was 3p.m. now and my shift was over.
Cathy told me that she was in remission for two months already then when out of the blues, the doctors told her that she was out of remission. Cancer cells had been found in her blood stream. This was her third week in hospital. She also told me that her father had been involved in an accident that left him in a coma for three months before he passed away. Her mother was now a single-mother raising three children and worked as a clerk for a lawyer and was having a hard time paying for her medical bills.
"But, my mommy doesn't have to worry anymore about the bills!" Cathy said brightly, placing her hands on mine. "Because I'll be out soon! I know it! I pray day and night to God and I know that He will answer my prayers. I believe that He answers everyone's prayers, rich, poor, healthy or sick, I believe in God," she smiled.
Touched by her child-like grin, I tightened my grip on her hands and smiled at her. "Of course He'll answer your prayers. You've been a good girl," I told her kindly.
"Doctor, you know what?" she pulled her legs up on the bed and sat cross-legged. "I never cried or screamed when Doctor Matthew sticks those big scary needles into me or when he does the radiation thing!" she bragged and then giggled.
I knew that she was talking about the lumbar punctures and the gamma radiation. "I'm proud of you," I patted her on the head.
"Doctor Lorraine, do you think I'll leave here soon? I want to be with my mommy, my sister and my brother," she looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.
I felt my heart sink when I looked at her. Even though I knew that she would most likely be here for quite a while, I lied and told her that she will be leaving here soon, much sooner than she thought she will. I stayed with her until it was four, I told her to get some sleep before the nurse brings her lunch at six. I gave her a goodbye hug and went out of the wad. I was so touched by how much faith Cathy had. Once I left the wad, a nurse came up to me and told me that I was in need at the Intensive Care Unit wad, I hurriedly made my way towards the ICU, I didn't want to be late and cause a life to be lost forever.
*
For three months continuously, I visited Cathy during my off-shifts. Today, I decided to visit after I took my lunch. When I set a foot in the children's cancer wad, I realized that something was wrong. I wasn't greeted with Cathy's usual hug around my waist. I quickly made my way towards her bed and saw that she was lying down, staring out of the window.
She managed a weak hello for me. I said hello back in return and saw that her eyes were tired and looked shadowed. I took her wrist and checked for a pulse, there was a weak pulse. I patted her on the shoulder and told her to rest and that she'll feel better in a while. Then, I left the wad. Then I was at the door, I turned back to look at her. She looked very pale and tired and was motionless. I quietly shut the door and walked down the long corridor, breathing in the smell of antiseptic.
That night, I happened to be on night shift after treating a couple that had been in a horrifying accident. The husband had survived with a broken tibia, broken pelvis, several broken ribs and a slight concussion. Unfortunately, his wife passed exactly fifteen minutes after being brought to the hospital. She had suffered from severe loss of blood and her spinal chord was broken at four places.
I went into the children's cancer wad and quietly made my way towards Cathy. She was asleep. Suddenly, she sat upright like a jack knife. I was so startled by her sudden movement that my stethoscope clattered onto the floor. I was about to bend down to pick it up when her hand closed over my wrist.
"Goodbye Doctor Lorraine. Thank you for everything," she smiled, her eyes no longer shadowed but it was full of happiness. "God is here, do you see Him? He is waiting for me, it is time for me to go. He has answered my prayers, doctor, just like you promised He would. He's taking me home now with Him forever. Now my mommy won't have to pay for the bills. God is so wonderful, you know Him, don't you?" Cathy gave me one last smile and her grip on my wrist loosened. She had stopped breathing and her heart had stopped working. These were her last words to me and I will always remember them and she had a special place in my heart forever. Do I know Him? My answer is that I do. I believe.


Gabrielle Jee

I Believe

Have you watched death flown by?
Have you watched your loved ones go?
Ever so dearly without a goodbye?
Were you there to watch them go?

Have you seen God standing there,
With His arms wide open,
To welcome them home today?
Were you there to watch that happen?

Have you shed a single tear,
When He took them away,
Or did you fear?
That they were on their way?

I have seen it happen,
I saw God standing there,
With His arms wide open,
They will all go and heaven is where.

I'd start from this minute,
I believe that death is just nothing,
I'd start from this minute,
I believe in heaven.

I believe that my loved ones,
Are all safe and happy in God's kingdom,
I believe that my loved ones,
Are here for me though I can't see them.

by Gabrielle Jee

The Rose with No Thorns

Kindness if a language the dumb can speak and the deaf can hear and understand—Christian Nestell Bovee

A young man carrying a guitar case boarded the afternoon school bus at Maple Street. Obviously ill at ease, he found a seat, placed the guitar on end beside him in the aisle , and held it upright with his arm. He looked around anxiously, then hung his head and began shuffling his feet back and forth on the floor of the bus.

Melanie watched him. She didn't know who he was, but from his looks she decided he must be a real loser.

Melanie's friend, Kathy looked up from her book. "Wouldn't you know it? Crazy Carl again."

"Who's Crazy Carl?" Melanie asked, tossing her sunny hair.

"Don't you know your next-door neighbor?"

"Next-door neighbor? The Bells moved into that house. We met them the day we left on spring vacation."

"Well, that's his name, Carl Bell."

The bus rolled on under the big trees along Elm Street. Kathy and Melanie stared at the newcomer and his big guitar case.

When the driver called out "Sycamore," the new boy awkwardly picked up his case and got off. It was Melanie's stop, too, but she didn't budge. When the bus started again, she rang for the next corner. "See you, Kathy."

Melanie ran home, up the steps and through the front door. She called out, "Mom, does that weirdo live next door?"

Her mother came into the hall from the kitchen. "Melanie, you must not refer to anyone as a weirdo. Yes, the Bells have a handicapped son. This morning I called Mrs. bell, and she told me about Carl. He has never been able to speak. He has a congenital heart defect and a nervous disorder. They have found a private tutor for him, and he is taking guitar lessons to help improve his coordination."

"Just the pits! Right next door!" Melanie exclaimed.

"He's a shy boy. You must be neighborly. Just say hello when you see him."

"But he rides the school bus, and the other kids laugh at him."

"See that you don't," her mother advised.

It was week before Carl boarded the bus again. Melanie thought he recognized her. Grudgingly, she said hello. Some of the other kids started whispering and making jokes. Pretty soon spit wads where flying. "Settle down!" the driver yelled. Carl shuffled his feet. Each time a spit wad hit him he twitched. When his guitar clattered to the floor, the driver again admonished them to settle down—this time with a warning tone in his voice. The bus grew quiet but the fun didn't stop. The boys seated behind Carl started blowing on the back of his head, making his hair stand up. They thought it was funny.

When Sycamore Street came to into view Carl jumped up, rang the bell, put the guitar strap over his shoulder and headed for the door. The guitar case swung wide, hitting Chuck Wilson on the neck. Carl rushed toward the door with his case still crosswise in the aisle. When Chuck caught up and took a swing at him, the shoulder strap tore loose and the case slid down the steps into the gutter. Carl stumbled off the bus and ran down the street, leaving his guitar behind.

Melanie sat glued to her seat. "I'm never getting off there again," she said to Kathy. Once again she waited until the next corner before getting off, then retraced the block back to Sycamore. The open case still lay in the gutter. She walked past it and headed toward home. What a character! she thought. What did I ever do to deserve him for a neighbor?

But by the time Melanie had gone half a block, her conscience bothered her for leaving Carl's guitar where anyone could pick it up. She turned back to get it./ Both the handle and the strap on the case were broken, so she had to carry it in her arms with her books. Why am I doing this? she wondered. Then she remembered how terrible it had been when everybody laughed at him.

Mrs. Bell opened the door before Melanie could knock. "Melanie, I am so glad to see you! What happened? Carl was so upset he went straight to his room," she said, laying the case on a chair.

"It was just a little accident." Melanie didn't want to alarm her with the whole story. "Carl left his guitar. I thought I should bring it."

Carl didn't ride the bus after that. His parents drove him to and from guitar lessons. Melanie saw him only when he worked in his rose garden.

Life should have gone more smoothly, but the kids still pestered him. They hung around his yard, threw acorns at him and chanted, "Crazy Carl, the banjo king, takes music lessons and can't play a thing."

One hot day as Carl relaxed on the grass with a soft drink, the kids came and started their chant. Melanie glanced out her window just in time to see the soda bottle shatter on the sidewalk at their feet.

The next day at school Kathy said, "Did you hear about Crazy Carl cutting those kids with a broken bottle?"

"No wonder," Melanie said, "the way they keep after him."

"Whose side are you on?" Kathy fired back.

"I'm not choosing sides, but I heard them bugging him."

"Bet you two hold hands over the fence," Kathy said sarcastically.

At noon in the cafeteria line a classmate teased Melanie, "If you are asking Crazy Carl to go with you to the banquet, I'll be glad to take Jim off your hands."

Before the day was over, somebody wrote on the blackboard, "Melanie loves Crazy Carl."

Melanie managed to keep her poise just long enough to get home. She ran in the door and burst into tears. "Mom, I told you it was the pits having a weirdo next door. I hate him." She told her mother what happened at school.

"It hurts when your friends turn on you," Melanie said, "and for nothing!" Then she thought of something she hadn't considered before. "Carl must have cried lots of times."

"I'm sure," her mother agreed.

Why do I feel so mean about Carl? she wondered. Or maybe I don't. Maybe I just think I'm supposed to because everybody else does.

"Sometimes, Mom, I don't bother to do my own thinking." Melanie wiped her eyes. "Jim's coming over. I have to wash my hair." She ran upstairs.

On the last day of school, Melanie came home early. Carl was in his rose garden. When he saw her, he clipped a rose and went to the gate to wait. Melanie greeted him with her usual hello. He held out the rose. As she reached for it, he put up his other hand to delay her, and started breaking off the thorns. He pricked his finger, frowned a moment, wiped the blood on his shirtsleeve, and continued breaking off the thorns.

Tonight was the banquet, and Melanie wanted to get home and be sure her clothes were ready. But she stood and waited.

Carl handed her the rose with no thorns. "Thank you, Carl. Now I won't stick my fingers," she said, in an effort to interpret his thoughts. Toughed by his childlike grin, she patted his cheek, thanked him again and walked on home. At the door she looked back, Carl was still standing there, holding his hand against the cheek she had touched.

One week later Carl died of a congestive heart failure. After the funeral, the Bells went away for a while.

One day a latter came from Mrs. Bell. There was a special note for Melanie.

Dear Melanie,

I think Carl would like you to have this last page from his diary. We encouraged him to write at least one sentence a day. Most days there was little good to write.

Mr. Bell and I want to thank you for being his friend—the only youthful friend he ever had.

Our love,

Carla Bell

Carl's last words :Mlanee is a rose wit no torns.

Addapted from a 5th Portion of Chicken Soup, The Rose With No Thorns by Eva Harding

To Those I Love

To Those I Love

When I am gone, release me, let me go

I have so many things to see and do

You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears

Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love. You can only guess

How much you gave to me in happiness

I thank you for the love you have shown

But now it's time I traveled on alone.

So grieve awhile for me if grieve you must

Then let your grief be comforted by trust

It's only for a while that we must part

So bless the memories with your heart.

I won't be far away, life goes on

So if you need me, call and I will come

Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near

And if you listen with you heart, you'll hear

All of my love around you soft and clear.

And then, when you must come this way alone

I'll greet you with a smile, and welcome you home.

(Some poem from Chicken Soup)

Tic-tac-toe

Heeeyyyzzz! Whatsup? The weather is like sooooooo hot arr...I wanna go swimming or at least go to the beach or maybe some where cooler lar. Tonight going to celebrate my grandpa's birthday. Happy Birthday Grandpa! Let's c...errrr...I so totally wanna go watch movie again with my friends. So bored at home, plus my cousins go back to Miri liaooo...or was it Sibu? Hahhaaaa....I've got short term memory lost until I don't even remember where my cousins live in...chih! Yesterday I played tic-tac-toe with Ian, and lol, in the end he gave up cos he kept loosing! This is like the greatest ever movie (Phantom of the Opera) in the whole wide universe. Nah, I take that back. No! I don't! You just gotta watch it! I wanna watch One Miss Call2, Ghost Train, Premonition, Mr. & Mrs. Smith and Monster-In-Law! Who wanna go with me? Hehee, no lar, I don't go out with strangers. I'm going with my frens, wonder what's it all about anyway. Neways, anyone took my quiz on www.bebo.com? Hehehee, Sern Khuan got the highest so far, 80%! Can't believe my own best friends got less than that arrrr...chih! Hmmmmss...came back from dinner with my grandparents..as you know..it was my grandpa's b'day. Ooo...let's c...mmm.. when Demie coming back arrr? Demie arrrr...having fun in Bangkok hor... I'm only having fun in M'sia arrr... with frens and cousins and other people nia...chih! Mich lar....din chat much online. Eeee...both my best frens all away. Sighz....leave me and my other frens nia, those still stuck in M'Sia. Eee..Demie coming back this Sunday hor! Cool! Hehehee!

Bangkok

Heeeyz...Jaguar...my company. Sheesh, can you believe that the last match, Alonso from Renault came in first? Sheesh, Raikkonen from McLauren Mercedes din come in first because he had some car trouble and he drove through the sand! Whatever, I'm making a Jaguar screensaver for my notebook now, check it out...it has music and everything...like a real original screensaver...watever. Demie's in Bangkok now....sobsobs...my best friend so far away. Lol! Hey, anyway, holidays were pretty fun. I spent my day playing PS2 with my cousins, we played final fantasy x. Then, the rest of the day, it's online time and other photo editing stuff. Anyway...gotta go. Ciao.

Praise the Lord!

I spent the whole morning at taekwondo then I went to NIIT for some webteam thingie then I went over to my grandparents house and only at 11.30pm then i got to go online. Neways...HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Omg...exams are over....I feel so happy. I've waited a life time for that moment to arive...and now it has...JOY TO THE WORLD! PRAISE LORD JESUS CHRIST! Anyway, tomorrow I'll be busy at dinner, welcoming back dinner. Then Monday I'll be out to the movies, watching house of wax. Then Tuesday...ahhh..gtg, byeeee!

Boredome

I'm so bored now. I spent like 2 hours this morning studying History, tell me that I'm nuts. I put a picture of Mie & Shell & me in my wallet! I've spent my whole morning scanning pictures as well. My dad's baking some cake now, dunno what is it. Lazy to type today,

Loosers weepers, winners sweepers

Hi!!! I told you guys about the debate between Rhema (first speaker), Azureen (third speaker), Zahira (reserved) and me (2nd speaker) (we're the government) against the opposition, Kristen (first speaker), Esther (second speaker), Nisha (third speaker) and Amirah (reserved). Omg, it was sooooo scary, especialy against Kris! Kris was the best speaker! Congratulations Kris!!!!!! The opposition won. The topic was 'Co-Ed School is better than single-sex school'. We lost! Hahahahahaaaa, congratulations to Nisha, Esther & Kris! That was a fun & scary debate! I'm going for the taekwondo dinner this Sunday, anyone wanna go with me???? I'm going to be so alone there. Maybe with a few of my friends but I'm not so close with them. Go with me, please?????? Pretty please? Okay, that's enough of the pleases. I'm in LOVE! With who? With the best-looking car ever! the JAGUAR XJ! Omg, it's sooooooo damn nice....wow. Gtg, bye.

Wood carving bore

Hiiiii! Just came back from maths tuition. Reading my history textbook now. I'm not a nerd okay, just that exams are coming soon. SOON makes me feel fed up, why exams all the time??? Ah, whatever! I'm so bored now. Got nothing to do. I have not finished my art yet, haven't finish with the hole poking stuff on the wood. We're doing wood-carving. It's a waste of my time, to be honest. Owh well, ciao! Muakz!

One Way

Just came back from the One Way concert! So fun! I was like jumping up and down together with Demie and Michelle! It was at the cement area near the football field. The 3 of us had green hair gel on, we must have looked freaky. Michelle's mum sent us down to the concert. Well, I am too lazy to type today. Ciao.

Guess who?

I went to the movies with Michelle and Demie yesterday. From 11 until almost 5pm. We watched Guess Who. We met so many people and Kris's mom saw us. Tomorrow, I'm going for the One Way concert thing. Well, bye.

Debate practice

Hiiii! Tell me, what's going on? Anything interesting? Did I miss out on anything? This morning, Rhema and I we wanted to us the Avilla Room to practice for our debate but it was locked and the teacher in charge wasn't there. The libarary was being use for some librarian meeting and the bilik sumber was being use for some teacher's meeting.2a1 classroom was being used for bible quiz, so we ended up using the 5a4 classroom. Then, Siw Hua, Chong, Vanessa and Christine came in started to act as the 'audience', busy disagreeing with what we POI on. Owh, Michelle told Rhema and me some insane story of what she heard at Puan Tan maths tuition. Then, let me see. Tomorrow's Azureen's b'day party. I'll be going. Rhema will be coming over to my house and both of us will leave to Azureen's house. Well, guess that's all for today. Owh yeah, ciao. Muakz!

Prefect's Camp 05!!!

Hiiiiii! It's feels like years since had typed here! I know, I know. It's only been let me see...a week or less but it's still soooooo loooooong! Oh well, that's because I waas in camp Permai for the Prefects' Leadership Camp for 3 days 2 nights. But I left early this morning at roughly 8.30am because I had taekwondo upgrading at the Youth Sports Center. Janice and a few other people left earlier than me because they had some debate going on. Okay...let's start from what happened when on Friday until today, ok?
FRIDAY- I woke up at 5.45am at home, took a shower, ate a few biscuits and my dad drove me to school because all of us have to wait for the bus at school to take us all up to Camp Permai. My stuff were all in a blue handcarry luggage (medium size, not that big) and I had my sleeping bag (I didn't even used it, I had a whole bed to myself!!!) and my mineral water bottles, I put them in a plastic bag. So then, I am in Group 1 (under Amanda and my leader is Caroline) and I took bus 1 and I sat with Demie. So then, Demie and I spent like our whole journey to Camp Permai talking and eating Chezels (is that how you spell it???). When we reached Camp Permai, we were put into different longhouses (I'm in longhouse no4 together with Glenda (room leader), there's a form 4 girl but I dunno her name, Andrea, Agnes, Alicia, Davelyn, Pearl, Wendy and Sharen. We had to drag our heavy bags all the way to the room then we had had team formation (we@group 1[caroline chin, janice, jacqueline, caroline then and a few other people]. We were called Pinky because our name cards were pink and we made a flag & a cheer. Then we played some games (Willow in the Wind, Hot Potato and etc...). Then we had lunch at the Rainforest Cafe and then we had compass marching (treasure hunt). We had to find the jerry can for the treasure hunt and we had no idea what a jerry can was. Then we soaked our feet in the jungle pool. Then we had our shower, ate dinner at the jungle hall and then Demie, Melanie, Caroline, Priscilla, Sui Hui and I played Uno (actually Sui Hui played with her hp). Then we played games in the jungle hall. Then at 11.30pm, all of us had to go back to our rooms to sleep.
SATURDAY- I set my hp to ring at 5.20am because we had to be at the beach by 6.45am for the morning exercise but I didn't hear my hp ring so I woke up at 6.00am instead when Amanda walked around ringing some siren thing. Then we had breakfast at the jungle hall then we played the obstacle course thing, then lunch and then the low ropes, it was fun, very fun. Then we took our showers before dinner and then at night we had the night walk. The Night Walk is when they bring you trekking in the jungle or so-call foot of the mountain and then place one by one few feet away from one another in total darkness for roughly 15 minutes. Then we slept at 11.30 as we did on Friday. Oh yeah, we played ltos of Uno and Melanie finally won one game (hehehee!) and I took lots of pictures today with my cam.
SUNDAY- Woke up at 5.25am when my hp alarm rang but went back to sleep until at 6am when Amanda rang the siren thing again. Ate breakfast at the Rainforest Cafe then I went home at 8.30am+. Well, that's all about camp. Then I went for the tkd upgrading. I sparred with a guy for the upgrading and did paterns and kicks. Gtg, ciao.