"Ladies and gentlemen...

...Flight CX 0143 is now boarding. Passengers please proceed to Gate C3 for boarding. Flight CX 0143 is now boarding. Passengers please proceed to Gate C3 for boarding. Thank you."

"Here you go miss, your one-way ticket to Hong Kong. Your flight number is CX 0143 , seat number 23D. You might want to hurry a bit, miss. ... Miss...?"

CX 0143... CX 0143... I'm really leaving?

My heart started pounding at the thought of leaving my 'home'.

No...that must be something here that can make me stay...there must be....

I opened my private memory box, and allowed myself to re-enter, and once more, walk down my memory lane. Images flitted through my mind, situations replayed themselves. Old memories, like my dad hiting me when he was drunk(which was nearly every night), my mum crying all the time in the same corner.

Then came the newer ones, like when mum died, and dad left. And i was transfered from orphanage to orphanage, because none of them would keep me. Not because i was naughty or violent; just the opposite: I couldn't blend in with the other children.

Finally, I turned 18, the age of freedom. For the first time in my life, I actually smiled. I left the orphanage, found a small apartment and a job. It was a boring clerk job, but I was content. No, I was happy. Then, my dad appeared in front of my apartment one day, and asked for five thousand dollars. My dad. The dad who gave me to the orphanage, the dad who hasn't visited me in more than 10 years. My dad.

"Trace dear, I wrote your name as my guarantor, so if you don't give it to me now, they're gonna come and collect it anyway. I'm just saving 'ye the trouble."

I gave him the money, to settle his gambling debts. He come once every few months, becoming frequent within the last few years, with growing amounts. I couldn't take it anymore. I packed my bags, left a note on my door, and took a cab to the airport.

Will they kill him? Maybe I should stay......

No! He deserves it. It's his debt, not yours. After all this years, he never came for you, and never will. Do you really think he'll came back if you pay his debt for him?

......

"Err...Miss? Your tickets?"

"Oh..I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Enjoy your flight, miss."

"Thank you."

* * * * * *
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are getting ready to fly, so please fasten your seatbelts..."

No turning back now. The decision has been made.

I sank into the cushion seats, and let my tears silently roll down my cheeks. I may not have had the happiest time of my life there, but it was my home, sort of. It has made me who I am today. No, I will not miss him, but I will miss my work, my office, even the trees outside the orphanages.

"Are you all right miss?"

"I'm...fine. I will be."


Hmm... a bit weird? i dunno...the idea just came... but i kinda like the whole idea...maybe next time i'll concentrate more on the internal struggle...that'll be an interesting one...XD

i HATE motocyclists.i Really Do.

Not all of them, but this one in particular.

There i was, driving along, minding my own business. I signalled to turn, there he was, on my right...so i slowed.

Careful driver i am. Really. Then he slowed. Thinking he was letting me go past first, i turned, slowly. That's when he sped up, and 'BANG'.

He had the nerve to say I didn't signal, and asked me to pay him RM30. THE NERVE!!!!!!! My friends were nearby, and yes, we ALL know he banged into me on purpose. Just for the money.

FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, i didn't pay him 30, i payed him 10. What else can a student like me do? And he F***king asked for 20 after i told him i did'nt have 30.

FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now, no thnx to him, my parents are not letting me drive, just in case i meet another FREAK like him....


i HATE u. i'm not joking. u better not let me see u again. or else.

Yes, i'm mad. Very mad. Very very mad.

Confused... =s

Books, papers and small printings
When will this all end?
Is this what life is all about
To stare at pages of pages of stuff?
I don't get what I’m doing
I'm don't understand why.
Education is everything, they say
But what is education about?
Not the knowledge that you know
Not that of you understand,
But those which they think is important
And those which can get you a piece of printed paper.
People look up to those wearing white,
Dark blue ties and coal-black coats.
But do they see those who dress plainly
Living life the way they want it to be?
Rushing around every minute every second
Trying to beat the tickings of Father Time's clock.
Is this what we are intended to do?
Is this the way life should be?
The rule of the jungle
Survivor of the fittest.
What happened to human civilization?
Correction:
What have civilization done to us?

I am but a teenager
With all my fantasies and 'big' ideas
With my thoughts of freedom
With my hope of an ideal life.
Yet, naive as I am
I do understand what is going on
And regretfully, there is nothing I can do to change it...

Good trip.

The trip to KL was good, the meeting: fruitful. We had a lot of fun travelling via Lrt's, KMT's...in short: trains. They were efficient, quite cheap, plus, u can't get them here in Penang ^^ which makes it twice as enjoyable. Even when it was packed with people, i didn't really mind.

Busy week coming up, with the AFS Roadshow heading to Penang. Looking forward to it...

Haih... a stack of homework left undone... should i leave them as they are?

I doubt. Better start working then. >.<

The wind was harsh.

Her hair was whipped around her bare shoulders, as she stared motionless at the dark ocean and its calm surface.

Strange, she thought. She expected crashing waves and roaring thunderstorms that would match her feelings, like what she saw in movies.

Nothing ever goes my way... Nothing. Why should this time be different? Maybe calm waves are better. They are prettier to look at, and I'm not half as scared as I thought I would be.

She proof-read the letter in her hand one last time, checking for grammatical errors, not wanting to be laughed or critisized. Finally satisfied, she let her eyes sweep the ocean once more before raising her left hand, holding a short dagger.

They ran towards the beach, knowing it was her favourite hiding spot. The one place she always goes to whenever she felt lonely or sad. Weird that none of them remembered this place until the photograph slipped from her notebook to the floor. Maybe it was her sanctuary after all, and they were not welcome there.

They ran. But it was too late. All that was left was a dagger, a blood-stained letter and a lost soul, seeking a happier place.

Actually, i kinda think this is a beginning of a story...just a random idea... if I'm free, I'll continue with it. My friend David always wanted a sad story...maybe this might finally be my first.

HYPER!!!!! ^.^

Going down to KL tomorrow, with Julie!! =D so excited...haven't seen so many ppl for months and now, we're finally meeting again... I'm expecting lots of talking, laughing; lots of 'Hi!!!'s and 'OMG!!!'s...

^^ not expecting. i KNOW there'll be.

AND i'm not gonna miss out! XD

My first post ^^

Welcome to my blog...

Please make yourself comfortable...do sit... cup of tea?

I do hope I can keep THIS blog...

More updates next blog... meantime...

~Cheerio~

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