She's seventeen!

When ISA can't catch you.

Japanese Ahoy!

So, the Japanese came from Yamato Nishi High School.

The truckload of them.
Edwin at his best. :)
The Performance.
Funky masks.
Genius at work.
Despite the fun stuff going about, some preferred to play basketball.
The pit, of which food cooked was spit.
Sin Ran and his kawaii.
These two were a cute couple.
MASAYA IS SOOOO HOT. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
The Indian boys show off their Japanese hunks.
Ee Teng and her partner.
Playing with sticks.
"Shall we-o try-o it- o too-o?"
It's a lomo you Lame-o!
Captain Ball decided not to join us for medical reasons.
So, the remaining oddballs continued.
Gangsters! (Kononnya...)
The Next Ford Pin-up Girls...
"Hey look! I found my curves!"

The LRT, KLCC, Taman Bahagia Experience.

As some of you all know, Pav, Rishi-kutti, Radiya and I have joined this NSTP workshop. It runs for 6 months and transportation has been a jolly good experience. Radiya, (with all the wisdom in the world) has so carefully engineered her travels with her mum. Which leaves us three to venture the roads of KL, two bumbling idiots and I, their silent and composed navigator.

A quick summary to and fro KLCC, in search for Literature books, (which is becoming such a bummer).

• We pushed against the winds (literally) and stopped Rishen from mailing a juice box.
• Then, we left him stranded in the middle of KL roads, (who knew he could be such a dingdong to stop in the MIDDLE of the road to check for passing cars?)
• Then, we decided to call him 'chetta' due to his height, which only lead to the "Moaning Pandemic' upon escalating the stairs.
• In the train the other two chatted away while I was to keep track of the stations, they would have been in Sentul if it wasn't for me. :) I am responsible, that's why, I keep the tickets. :)
  
• We walked fast to get the books, raced to escalators, entered Kinokuniya, (no help there), raced back and Rishi-kutti felt insecure to find a white guy taller than him. Sheesh, kiddo!
• To the station, and we had to go to Taman Jaya( which I ACCIDENTALLY called Taman Bahagia, which is where we I should have just chucked the other two).
• We were shushed in the train. Sleeping baby.
• Then driven home by Rishi's mum. We made a pact with Rishi-kutti's little brother. He's SO CUTE.
• And he hates it. :P

Pav then spent a few minutes in my house before her Dada took her home. It was a fun experience full of jokes and all sorts. Hope to do it again, real soon.

Updates again!

• I'm on the edge of a mountain named Anticipation, to upload my pictures of all events. Dang it you annoying C-Drive.
• My brother waxed my leg with a piece of cellophane tape. I love him. :)
• EXAMS ARE OVER! Bring out the holidays!
• I can't swim.
• :D :P :) :| :( :'(
• School's nearing to nil. :'(

A Letter to a Red Rose

As if to climb stairs, your plight weaves itself. One must keep going up but is forced back by the resistance and gravity too, is not subtle with his grip. Never mind, thrust it to the back of your mind, red rose, you are moving up.

The slice of the pull does bring about weight, your cry escapes into thin air. One does hear it, does he not? One doesn't know. What could he do, but linger and add another force. Oppression? One can't tell. The other wants stability, one can't throw blame. After all she weeded and watered you. She fertilized you. It is best you look at the robin and do not play.

Hence forth, there will be no more of homing pigeons. Let glorious sun just shine. It is best you look at the robin and do not play.

One has to grow one's leaves and petals to bloom and fall. She does not dilly dally with the watering can and is quick to throw fertilizer. But her eyes may fail, do they not? You told her it was a robin, outside the fence, yet she said, "No, it is a weed."Alas, it is best you look at the robin and do not play.

Ah, look! Thy thorns have arisen. What is this raised ire I see? Who lay on you such wants for emotion that shouldn't be stirred. The robin? No? I say, do not play.

My red rose, sweet red rose. I beseech thee, the gardener loves the rose and fears the robin's wants. Thus, it is best you look at the robin and do not play.

A quickie for the uneasy.

Posts I owe my blog, not you.

1. The KLCC experience with Pav and Rishi kutty.
2. NSTP workshops and how cool they are.
3. Lower 6 in a nutshell.
4. Swimming in sweet stuff. (Nah!)
5. All the events like Prefect Annual Dinner and Penang trip and whatever else I missed out.
6. My new story. Mass marriage.
7. And whatever that follows....

Till then, I am off to polish MUET essays... hopefully.