On PLKN suspense

"If I see my name on the list, you'll hear my
scream from miles away..."

That I told Charmaine.

Do you know those shows, the ones with the catchy lines, that ironically becomes apparent in the future? The words now ring in my ear like a ghoul back from the dead. Somehow, I knew that these words would come back to haunt me.

When Wen Lian told me that the PLKN (National Service) list is out, I could vaguely hear my heart throbbing in my mouth. I thought that it was a false alarm when I couldn't find the list online! Then the news started spreading to tuition. It is true, they say, it is here, it is now.

The Internet showed no sign of that list. So clear yet so invisible. Where is it? Might as well get it over with than to let that stomach-curdling suspense rapture what's left of my guts. But I suppose it'll spill sooner or later. So now I shall think not of it.

It isn't possible not to. It is everywhere. Everyone asking anyone if they had seen the list. For those who had seen it, it made the world seem so small. Everywhere, they would rant, "Kena! Kena! Kena!" (Got it!) and start asking the same question day in and day out.

The final list will be made by tomorrow. The intensity can but heighten as the day slowly drifts by. Paranoia is the word.

Keying in my IC number into that website, I hesitated a little, but still clicked the button...

I am not screaming.

SPBT Party

Random flashback: It was last year that, all of a sudden, most people wanted to join two clubs. Well, you can say I was no different. Though all I wanted was something else to work on, more activities to do, with hopes that there would be friends with me this time.

Aha! I shall thank Melissa for suggesting that a bunch of us joined the SPBT club, which includes Joanne, Kar Chee etc. If the name doesn't ring a bell, its because it was a rather small club with few members to begin with. 'Skim Pinjaman Buku Teks' in translation means 'Text Book Loan Scheme'. There was nothing much to do except the filings of the paperwork...until...

BOOM! Free text books were to be given out this year! In that very instance, we had big jobs to deal with, and very few hands. Having to go back to school during the school holidays processing all the text books was actually really fun. And it isn't just because there was a bunch of us friends with random chitchat while piling up stack after stack of books, but the evolution that was taking place before our very eyes. Soon the number of members increased dramatically, like a trickling dam that had finally crumbled and flooded the empty dry lands.

As of today, the SPBT club is very proud to say that they've emerged from the ashes and is the best in the district. It's a huge one now, with loads of members at its feet. The room that once caught dust and old books is now fresh, charming, with new computers supposedly on its way.

Back to reality: Today marked the stepping down of all the 'seniors' of the club. A group of us gathered at the KH (home science) room, where we started preparing sandwiches. And I tell you, don't underestimate this seemingly easy task! We aren't really sure what was the problem, still, I thought we did a great job.

Right after school, the table, laden with food enough for fifty hungry soldiers, was attacked by the members. I could barely hear the speeches; we were sorting out the gifts for the lucky draw. The event sprang into life with the our blissful camaraderie, the moment we were waiting for passing by with such glee that smiles came by so easily. More on the food, of course, they were scrumptiously belly-filling. SLURP!

And yes, I was really sad it had to end so soon.

Quote of the day: "Please, it's not like its our last day of school!"

PS. I'll try to post some photos as soon as possible.

08.08.08.08.08

08.08.08

All over world, it's all about this combination of numbers. Lucky day for auspicious events, they say. Especially if it involves the Beijing Olympics 2008! It's everywhere! All over the news and even through Mc Donalds' little Happy Meal toys. Found this really sweet graphic from Flickr, that I feel conveys the message behind the Olympics.

Awww...and such a sweet slogan too---"同一个世界同一个梦想" (One World, One Dream)

I've even heard that more events are to be added, perhaps not this year, but probably by the next cycle of four years. I do hope they put in squash, but I heard they're considering ballroom dancing. That will be absolutely brilliant to watch!

Sorry to say, I'm going to miss the grand opening!! But given the prosperous date, with 8 symbolizing 'fortune', I've taken the liberty to make this a scheduled post, such that if you notice the time, it's 08.08.08.08.08.

So anyway, enjoy the fun-filled excitement! I know I will.

Quote of the day: The breaking of drowsiness during a History class.

"What wall separated West and East Germany, do you know?"

I think it was sleepiness.

Harendran: "The Great Wall of China!"

First Class Trip Ever

"Where are you going?" Someone called as the 5 Angsanians trotted out of the school.

"Ponteng (Playing truant)!" Our classmate yelled back. Sharing giggles, we clambered into a bus and was on our way to the Pusat Sains Negara (National Science Centre).

You may find it amazing to know that while we have been in the same class for almost two years, this is the first class trip we have ever had. Aching deeply, I hope this isn't the last. We really should organise class trips of our own too...one day.

Even on the way, there was much to remember, especially the 'he-says-she-says' sessions a group of us have decided to commence, and carry out when there is time to kill.

So we weren't exactly there to pay the place a visit. For the first few hours, along with students from several schools, we clustered in a lecture hall for a talk in Pharmacy. "Either our school have really serious students," I whispered to Wen Lian, as the hall roared with laughter at a joke and our class didn't, "Or we're bored and half-asleep". That's when I noticed some staring into space. It's good, no doubt, but not something I'd consider going for.

After the talk, we had some refreshments (the noodles was fantastic), then we were allowed to tour on our own.

A spiral stairway led to a balcony above the centre, and for a first place to start exploring, it was worth the memories. Next thing we knew, we were speeding around the centre, awed by anything and everything, as if we were spun back ten years into the realm of childhood. There were countless 'huge red' buttons to press, rooms to check out and loads of objects tempting fingers to fiddle with. You can see the glow on our faces as we started experimenting with every gadget, knowing that given a choice, we would want to stay for the entire day, that time should probably just stop at its tracks.

I think time was jealous of us; it rushed by so fast. And to think that waiting for me back there is but the Chinese class and Chemistry tuition. And to think that the day had latched itself onto my mind so tightly--- every piece of conversation, joke, and laughter--- that I can but wonder if there will be next times.

"I think we should go on a class trip after SPM." Someone mentioned while we walked back into the school.

Well, I guess we will.

To Write a Childrens' Book

The 'Sierra-theraphy' seems to have done its job well, as well as the trip to 1 Utama with my fellow aunts, uncles and cousins.

Watched Batman, and it was the kind of movie which will clench at your soul, shake your spirits like a ragdoll, and throw you back onto the cinema chair. The violence makes you writhe in your seat, your hands desperate to close the eyes of your little cousins who are watching a supposedly 'U-rated' film, yet it was thought-provoking, all the suspence building up to one emotional roller-coaster. Recommendations? Worth the watch, but prepare to squirm.

Then a late lunch at TGIF brought all of us together, where eyes brighten at the sight of the large portions on the plate, where lips smack with felicity. Maybe I should organise the Standard Six reunion here, my mind wondered, though how I can persuade some of them to come along would be a problem. Hmm... made a mental note to discuss with Yen Ni. Btw, Happy Belated Birthday to you...my Standard Six pal whose friendship I truly cherish!!!

So what exactly is on my list now, you ask?

I've just stumbled across a writing competition, and my heart immediately sprung to joy. It's calling out for teens to write a childrens' story, complete with illustrations, and I suppose, made to look like a book. Insisting myself to discard my fickleness, my pen is ready to scribble once my imagination runs its course...and it better does soon because the deadline is by the end of the month or so.

The story isn't what I'm worried about, though. Who can I turn to for illustrations? It isn't that I don't know anyone who could do so. Trust me, a long list lies in my pocket. There's just a large number of setbacks to this.

1. The battle is to dawn. The word studying really is getting to me.

2. Some are already busy with Editorial Board drawings or graphic works.

3. Reluctancy expected.

4. It's a tough job trying to convince someone I can really trust to give me a hand.

At the moment, though, I'll still be rummaging through my thoughts and ideas for a moralistic story for children. Someone will come to mind for the pictures. I hope.

To the End of Two Ends

First things first: Happy Belated Birthday to Hsu-Cherng. May your year be filled with the best of luck!
Second thing: I'm on a stress-free vacation at Sierramas.

Random flashback: Young and unsure of what was to come, I placed my name under PBSM also known as theRed Cross Society during Form One. The crowds were massive, its members were abundant. Throughout the years, despite the torturous rounds of push-ups, there was something that lured me into the meetings twice a week. That was then, I suppose, now that passion toned down to bits of amber.

Nonetheless, I will never forget those heart-warming moments when being clad in white seemed to flow blood of pride through our veins. Not forgetting the PCK camp(it's an intensive first aid course) in Form Two which opened my eyes. Then there are those friendships tied closer with every meeting, and even after some of them decided to quit, it's nice to have these friendships still, first started by that twice a week routine.

Back to reality: This was my last time ever going to a PBSM meeting. I left with alcohol swap lingering on the tip of my tongue. Yes, my last time doing CPR on a plastic figure. To leave was a blissful moment of sugar-coated freedom.



Another random flashback: The Form Three me entered the Interact club. Quite sorry to say, I wasn't such an active one. Though at times my mind would wonder what it was that compelled me to enter this society, I can't say that it hasn't change me.

To say that 'it's helped me interact with others' would be rather cliche, but with all due respect it is true. Perhaps, you can say, it has given me a different perspective of life and the way things go round, as well as a tinge of courage to speak my mind in confidence. And yes, of course, friendship played an important part in it.

Back yet again to reality: With the passing of the Interact Installation, we left as outgoing members. The performances were truely amazing, or at least, they would have been had there been no technical difficulties, added by the fact that we had to wait in between performances. 4.10pm, and I was like a Cinderella on a curfew, having to leave for Chinese tuition.



The rush of the day blurred across my mind. From 9.30 am to 5.30pm, my feet had to scramble to so many places for the sake of wanting to see how things end. A paradoxical feeling shadowed my mind(not to mention an ache upon my feet, but that's a separate matter). Somehow, it's quite good to have some load of your back, yet not so.

I suppose, it's a bittersweet thing.

Happy Birthday, May Hsim! '08

Happy 14th Birthday, May Hsim!!

Your bubbly personality says it all...

From the jokes and secrets that you share,

to those ghost stories that you spill to entertain us.

Your cheeky personality says it all...

From the way you hang that huge smile upon your face,

to lift spirits up, and in utmost authenticity.

Your personality says it all...

From the way you seem to always be the same 'old' you,

no matter how much time will change.

And that's what makes a cousin like you irresistible!

May all your wishes come true!