Eight Anniversary To Be With YOU

8 Years
96 Months
417 Weeks
2,922 Days
70,128 Hours
4,207,680 Minuites
252,460,800 Seconds

Dear,

The time was counting.
We have been dating for eight years.
Really glad and appreciate to be with you.
Yeap...lets work hard and achive our dream together.
A dream which is neither yours nor mine.
But Ours.

愚人节

每年的这一天，身旁的朋友们都会绞尽脑汁来互相愚弄一番。被愚弄的也不许生气，必须忍气吞声。然而，若往好的方面想，朋友也是在乎你才会愚弄你啊! 哈!什么道理?

"你的鞋带松了!" 当往下看时，APRIL FOOL! 中招!自己的双鞋也根本没有鞋带的。真该死!

班上的问题同学与班长往往会被朋友们欺骗到办公室见老师。当然，这一招必定万事万灵的。到底是真是假?去还是不去? 有谁敢违反"师"令呢? 哈哈!

好可怜噢!别以为我们不敢作弄老师。只不过是演技太差点。失败了!竟然全班在女老师进班时，纷纷吃惊的用手盖嘴巴。然后说，"老师，你的裙脏了!" ALAMAK!现在回想起都觉得愚蠢、白痴的才是我们。

印象中，最愚蠢的还是自己被骗了一天才发现的那种。中一时，曾经对班上一位杰出的男生有好感。他学业与运动都很好。我欣赏他。我的五位死党知道的。可是，我没想到他们会抓住我的死穴。让我彻底的堕入陷阱。

其实，是我笨。当死党把它交给我时，我竟然相信。也许，我是很渴望收到他的情书，所以我相信。看见是他的字体时，我更相信。死党们不忍心向我说"愚人节快乐!" 我真的陷下去了!

在班上，邻座的同学看见了那封信。死党心急，怕东窗事发，赶忙抢去。结果给撕烂了。邻座的同学连忙:"噢!我今早看见他们写的!" 我沉默。我不相信。相反的，回到家后，我还想回信呢!

信，我倒写了。我认。可是，我没交给他。我不敢。幸好死党及时告诉我那只不过是一场愚弄而已。要不，羞死了。

现在回想起也觉得奇怪为何会对他有好感?就只因为他的学业与运动?他常常在班上打喷嚏的喔!蛮呃心的!

别说吃不到的葡萄是酸的。只能说我爱吃的还是果王。

致:右铭

亲爱的右铭，

感谢您，
在我面对困境时出现。
好让我鼓起勇气去面。

我不介意你不能说话，
也不介意你帮不上任何的忙，
有你陪伴在我身旁经已足够。

关关难过关关过
将会是咱俩的盟誓

我的名字你的姓氏的--座苹果(上)

Apple's Idol

Tell me why 美丽的眼睛 为什么 闪烁摇摆
一颗心安静不下来 Oh baby 为什么 Tell me why

It has been quite a long time since my last heard the song. Tell Me Why by Aaron Kwok. He wasn’t my idol actually. But it was the first hit song that I learnt from my friend. Feeling so proud of singing the whole song, I taught my English-educated youngest sister in the night on the bed. Yeahhh….I success!!

I started to do my newspaper cutting on hit songs and pasted on exercise books. I can recall most the girls in the class own a collection of song books. We sing whenever the teacher do not enter the classroom. Sometimes, we even exchange our song books for copy too.Really enjoy ourselves very much that time.

Idol….Happened to appear in my life. But silly to say here. Haha….

My First Time: Boarding Public Bus ALONE

I was in Form One that time. A gang of five including me went for tuition at my Class teacher’s house. We usually reach school early and board public bus together to the teacher’s house at Cheras.

My friend normally guided us to stop at Pasar Pudu Station and we need to walk quite a distance to a place where we can take 375 Intrakota to Cheras.

My parents suggested me to stop at Majestic bus station which is only one station distance from Pasar Pudu station and need not to walk so far to board a bus. I was so delighted and proud of the suggestion.

The next day, I suggested my friends to try that Majestic Station. But they insist of going their way. Being so disappointed, I decided to try the alternative way by myself.

Yeap…I managed to stop at Majectic Station. Managed to board 375 Intrakota too. But, I wasn’t lucky. The bus was not going the same route. Why? How come? I was shocked. I asked the passenger sitting next to me. She told me that the bus was heading to town. OMG! What have I done? I was damn panic. Luckily the woman brought me the right place to board a 375 Intrakota bus. I reached to the teacher’s house finally. Was quiet on why I was late.

I learnt a lesson. Bus with same number differs by the road heading updown or downtown. Thinking back…..it was indeed a silly mistake that I did last time. Anyway, I learnt how to board a public bus since then. Not bad!!

My youngest sister’s Stall

Little sister owns a stall
Selling lots of goods
Pencils, rubbers, books
Shrimps, crabs and others

Little sister was so rich
She earns a lot of money
Pencils RM 5, Crabs RM10
These RM 20, Those RM 50

I wish I could be like her
But I own no stall
I only own pieces of notes
That could only buy her goods

I own nothing in the end
No notes, no goods
Only small pieces of cloths
Wrapped using yellow pages

Little sister was so kind
She gave me lots of notes
I remained her goods
We played all over again

Bride and Bridegroom

It was one of a childhood play when I was small with my sisters.

Firstly, we tied up the two edges of a towel using rubber band. It will look like a bunch of flower and manage to fit nicely on our head. Then, the wedding ceremony begins. Since I was the director for the whole game, I sang wedding songs and planned the whole story.

It comes to pregnant period after married. I hide a small cushion inside my sister’s cloth right in front of the stomach. Hmmm….pretty similar to mom’s stomach that time. After all, I let her lay on the bed.

Oh…..the stomach was getting painful and time to give birth! Never mind, doctor has come (I was the doctor and my other sis turns to be a nurse). Take a deep breath…..1….2…..3….push!

“ngahhh….ngahhhh….naghhhh…….!!!”
“Congratulations! You have give birth to a baby girl.”

I took out the small cushion from my sister’s stomach. Immediately, I wrapped a play doll using a bed sheet and hand it to my sister.

CUT! GOOD TAKE…….Thanks everybody.

My gift

Dear Dad,

You were so romantic. For the first time I received a gift wrapped nicely from you. Remember the 24 pcs colouring pencils? It was a gift for my achivement in the class during standard two.I love it very much.

Thanks.

Your Eldest Daughter

梦境

有人说，日有所思， 夜有所梦。
也有人说，梦境的含义往往与真实相反。

从小，我都常常做梦。我爱梦。 当然， 也爱发白日梦。
我知道，睡觉时常常做梦， 意味着头脑还未能真正休息， 会影响健康。
可是，我可控制不了啊!

在梦境中的我，往往都会扮演着许许多多不同的角色。
我爱它那意想不到的刺激。
我爱它那不必负责任的后果。
我更爱它给我的一些真实感。

曾经，我在梦中被杀了。
我发现自己的呼吸逐渐虚弱。
当来到了最后一口气时，我醒来了。
好险! 仿佛就像真的一样。

我相信，梦境必定有它的含义。

Youth Recreation Activity Centre (yrac)

I received a mail from yrac. It was an update of the yrac's activity. Oh.... that was what I am waiting for.

I used to join this organisation to Mini Malaysia which located at Johor after STPM examination. It was a nice trip and I manage to know a lot of new friends there. I was considered too young to join that time because there were quite a number of single youth who are in the age of 25-30's. We enjoyed ourselves very much. There were grouping competition, Knowing you and me, Singing presentation by local singer-"Deng Zhi Zang" and "Chen Yik Wen", we even compete singing folks songs in the bus (Compete among the front, middle and back group of passengers). Hehe.....

My group has 13 members, we were so cooperative that we won the first prize for the trip. We did gather a few times after the trip. But now, I seems lost contact with them.

Haha....luckily I received the mail after so many years. I am thinking of joining it. Hopefully can meet them again.

Ugly Duck

I am an Ugly Duck
I own no white skin,
I own no sweetie voice,
I own no pretty outlook.

I am an Ugly Duck
I own lots of tease,
I own no confident,
I felt lonely.

I am a Swan
He loves to see tropical skin,
He loves to hear my voice,
He loves my inner beauty.

I am a Swan
He protects me,
He encourages me,
He is my Mr. Right.

?????

I am afraid that I might have forget my childhood, my happy moments, sad memories, love jorney, etc...one day when I am old.

I am gonna blog all my memories, print or save into a disk. Then, read when I am free after retirement. It might also be my night story telling to my grandchildren too......hehe.....

Green Apple......evokes your childhood memories.

Colouring Books

I like colouring when I was small. My dad used to bring we sisters to a nearby "Indian Shop"(mini market that owned by Indian) daily. We are entittled to buy an item each. Two of my sisters choosed sugars but I choosed colouring books, which was only 20 cents. And, my choice will always be the colouring books with pretty cartoon lady.

Cartoon lady was nicely drawn. How I wish I could be as pretty as they are! Owning big round eye, having curly hair, well dressed....I coloured them nicely and collected quite a number of colouring books. Each evening, I shall enjoy myself going through the colouring books again and again. I even requested mom to draw me some pretty lady for colouring purpose too.

There was a float one day which destroyed my collection of colouring books. I was so angry, sad and stubborn. "I don't care. I want you to buy me a set of colouring books, which is the same as mine and coloured the same as how I coloured!!!" That was what I said to my mom although it wasn't my mom's fault. Sorry mom......But.....I hate the float very much!!!!

I do not buy any colouring books since then. Really give up. It's enough as long as I owned it before.

MiSs CatWALK

I am weak in observation. But, i believe people will observe me wherever I go. Wierd thinking. Right?

I was 14 that time. Everyday when we row up and get into the classroom, I was always the 'clown' among my classmates. According to them, my walking style was so funny. Is it really funny? I am very comfortable with my walking style since small.

I started to suffer. I wonder why people likes to observe on my movements...my walking style. I was also given a nickname as "Ms. Catwalk". "Ms. Catwalk" makes me feel fear to walk normally among my friends. I used to try my very best to change my walking style but I failed. The more I change, the worse it was. I was indeed dissappointed and started to loose my confident.

Things worst when I became the topic of my classmate. I was informed by one of my best friend that XXX said, " If I were her, with a walking style like that, I would rather jump down from Maybank Kuala Lumpur." I wonder why it has to be Maybank Kuala Lumpur. Then, my this best friend told me that it was the highest building at Kuala Lumpur that time. What a big shock! Is it that terrible??? How can she say like that? Is it true from her mouth? Why my best friend want to tell me all this? It was damn hurt.

I admit "Ms. Catwalk" changed my thaughts negatively. I loss my confident in making decision, driving, facing the society... Anyway, I wish i could overcome it one day.

Just leave me alone.

Scary Injured

Not me. It was my younger brother!

He was a naughty boy and likes to loiter at the front yard instead of back yard. Daddy has a lot of construction stuffs such as sand, zincs, woods and etc at the front yard. He enjoyed himself by playing near the zinc.

No one knows how it happened. Really....

He went into the toilet for quite a long time. Not bathing....so silent. Mom started to urge him out from the toilet. He acted commonly like nothing happened until we discovered there was a few blood drops on the floor. His leg was injured by the zinc. OMG! It was not just a cut. But a cut off of the flesh. We manage to find his flesh of 4cm(L) x 2cm(W) x 2cm(D) on the ground near the zinc.

He knew that it was his fault. So, he disclosed the injured leg from us. He poured a lot of dettol onto his leg in the toilet. I really wonder how he can sustain from the pain. It must be damn hurt to have dettol onto the cut flesh....

Mom was shocked to see the cut. She quickily rush him to the clinic near by. My brother shouted loudly when the doctor used a cotton to wash his cut. Luckily, no operation done. We put some chinese medichine powder onto the cut and it managed to cover the flesh so soon.

Whenever we see the scar on his leg, there is always a scar deep in our heart. It was so hurt ....

LoSt iN The ZOO....

My younger brother was 5 years old when I was 11.

Daddy brought the whole family to local zoo one day. We were so excited. My younger brother likes to run here and there. So, I really have to keep an eye on him so that he won't get lost in the crowd.

We followed the back of our mom. Mom was busy taking care of my little brother who was 3 years old that time. All of a sudden, we just reallised that he was not in our eyesight. We were so shock. Mom started to cry and ran everywhere to locate him. She was afraid that my brother was being kidnapped or ......dropped into the cage and became the meal of lions/tigers.....

Luckily, we found him finally. He was crying seriously. Poor brother....A chinese woman brought him to locate us. She was really kind and pampered him with an apple. We really appreciate her help.

Dear brother,
do you ever know how we feel by the time you were lost?
and how we feel when we manage to locate you?

LOVE makes us to worry by the time you were lost,
LOVE makes us to smile and appreciate when we manage to locate you.
That's the answer..

Lipstick on my LIPS

Lipstick...how miracle. Every woman who make up will look pretty and nice. Hmm.....I wish I could try it one day.

The day has come. It was a Friday evening. The barber shop next door was close. Mom was having a nap. I tip toed to mom's cabinet and grabed a lipstick applied on my lips quickily. Wow....so nice...how pretty. Then, I decided to show it to others. Before that, I cleverly changed into the most beautiful dress that I have.

This "Dai Guai Tao" really brought the attention of other sisters. They followed. It was not proud to show off inside the house. Why don't we do like the singers and have an open air concert? Good idea!!!!

We opened the grille door and stood at the waiting stool belongs to the barber shop. Each of us demonstrated a song and enjoyed ourselves very much. It was quite dangerous when I recall back the scenario. What if we were kidnapped that time?

Luckily a chinese woman passed by. She told a lie that our mom was calling and urged us to get into the house immediately. We were shocked by the stranger and get into the house quickily. Ei....Mom was still sleeping.....We cleaned up ourselves and continue with our homework then.

Ha....What a wonderful day....Mom would never believe what was happened that day.....

Little Bees & "Yum Yum"

There was a song that I learnt in the primary school called "Xiao Mi Feng"- Little bees. Quite a nice song.

I am the one who help taking care of my youngest brother while he was small and still sleep in the "sarong". It was irritating while he cries. Then, I started to sing whatever songs that I learnt from school just to pamper him. "Xiao Mi Feng" was the song that makes him stop crying and turns to smile.

My little brother was so cute by that time which cause me felt like wanna 'cubit' him. Haha.... "Yum Yum" is the normal harassment that i used onto him. Whenever I want to wake him up, I will grab on his butt and say "YUM YUM". He turns undelighted every time I did this. So cute....

Haha.....Of course I am not doing this now since he is already 19 year old.

Fear Factor : WoRMs

We sisters heard Mom saying that chicks if given worms to eat, will get much healthier and grow up soon. So, we decided to help up the chicks.

One evening, the three of us were loitering at the back yard again. After we completed our mission (as mentioned before - collecting kampung eggs), we get ready with a bowl (borrow from Ah Wong's plate bowl) and started our challenging FEAR FACTOR.

Worms can be easily found under the rocks and woods behind our back yard. So, we sisters split and competed among each others on the amount of worms caught.

"Ah! Found one. It's so big and juicy!" I was so happy. But.... I wonder how I am gonna get it out from the sand. Using my HANDS??? Yuccccck! No way! I decided to give up. I don't even dare to hold it. Just imagine when you are holding a long worm with your fingers when it started to struggle......OMG...

"Sisters!!!! Come over....I found one here." Without wasting time, the worm that I found was thrown into the bowl by my younger sister. What a shame on me..... >"<

"I locate the worms and you guys catch. Ok? So geli."

My sisters managed to catch so many worms after an hour. We started to chop the worms using rocks to make it shorter since we understand that "cacing" has a lot of segments The worms seem so yummy for the hens and were standing so close to us. Anyway, we just chase them away. It's for the chicks! We caught some chicks and served them with worms. Of course the mother of the chicks were served too. Otherwise....it will be so fierce.

The chicks were delighted to have such a delicious food and their stomach seems full. I wonder if the worms were still "moving" in their stomach......hmnn......?!?

That's the Fear Factor happened behind my back yard. I lose in the game :(

Nights of "3 in 1"

Last time when we sisters were small, we used to stay in a room on the same king size bed. We likes to chit chat before sleep.

One night, we enjoyed ourselves very much chatting on the bed again. Chatting on the sounds from the ceiling, the staring eyes of Maggie Cheung's picture (that I sticked on the wall)......We were so excited and laugh with joy.

"Bukk!"

(OMG! The three of us started to standby with our tools and stop chatting.)

"What's the time now? No need to sleep?"Dad came and scold. We were so quite and pretend to sleep. Then, dad back to his room.

Again, we started to laugh each other and continue chit chatting.

"Bukk!" Again, Dad came but this time along with a cane. We were ready in the standby mode again. This time, dad punished each of us with a cane on the leg and gone.

After dad closed his master bedroom's door, we started to share the feeling of our punishment. My eldest sis and my punishment were moderate, not so painful, my youngest sis was not even painful.

Know why? Our tools does matter. My youngest sis owns the longest and thickess matress of all.

Like Cats N Dogs

"OMG! The water is coming in!!"
"Close the door and bring some cloths! Fasterrrr!"

This scenario always happened when it rains. Since my wooden house was located below road level, it turns to be a "drain" when cars pass by. We usually close the door and get some cloths to block the holes.

It was quite lucky for me if it was a small rain. But, when it rains like cats and dogs, it was indeed TERRIBLE!!

Waters come in from front and back. We started to move things to a higher place. Dad will always order us to go to the dining area (it was about 3' higher then the Living Area, Master Bedroom, Our Room and Kitchen). After few minuites, the water level increased. My brothers started to play paper boats. I simply go down and walk around but not forget to ask my siblings to stay there. Seeing me enjoyed walking in the float, my other sis also joined without my conscious. Later, my brother also joined. But he was a bit clever and used two chairs to walk step by step.

Burggggg.......so hungry. But mom can't cook in the float. Have to wait till the rains turn small then only daddy will pack some food for our dinner.

We prayed and prayed. Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.

I hate float. There's once that the retaurant nearby pour out their curry and when it rains, the float was so dirty, oilly and smelly. Yeakkkkk! After all, we have to wait till the water subsided then only can wash the house. Muds, Dirts, Rubbish everywhere. What a waste of time, water, and money!

Ho Bao Dan

My youngest sis likes to lend a hand to my mom everytime when my mom was cooking.

One fine day, my six year old little sister was helping my mom again.

"Mom, what would you cook next? I help to take for you."
"Ok. Bring me the eggs on the table. I'm gonna cook some Ho Bao Dan."
"Mom, do you want me to bring along your Ho Bao also?"
"For what you bring me my Ho Bao?"
"Don't you said that you want to cook Ho Bao Dan just now?"

"........."

Note:
Ho Bao Dan=Hard Fried Egg
Ho Bao= Purse
Dan= Egg

My past time at back yard

The back yard of my wooden house was quite spacious with a Maggo Tree and COCO Tree. Anyway, that was not the reason why my sis and I spend most of the time loitering there in the evening.

Kampung Chicken! That's the attraction. ha.....know how many of them? I used to count before. But it won't be accurate since they were not locked in cage. Almost 40 I guess. We like to loiter here and there, chasing the hens, catching their little chicks.... Anyway, beware of the hens when u do so, coz she shall follow u until u return her chicks.

We named some of the good looking chicken as batman, butterfly and tiger. I can still recall one "Mad" hen. We called it "So Gai". It's not nice and looks so "kusut masai". It's head was always senget one. But, she was so kind enough to help hatching other hens' eggs.

Kampung Eggs, was our mission. We did found lots of fresh eggs for our meals. Yummy.....There's also some hen who simply lay on a bundle of half way-hatched eggs. Causing us to become a "Chicks to be" killer.

Sometimes, instead of giving mom all the fresh eggs, we played masak-masak at the back yard. Firstly, we get two bricks to form as a stand for a steel bowl (Our doggie - Ah Wong's plate bowl). Then, I tooked some newspapers and a box of mancis from the house. We started to cook the eggs after all. In order to enhance the taste and more presentable, we add in different kinds of leaves and little flowers onto the eggs. That's all....our first dish. Not so bad.

"Ah Wong, you better finish all this o...... :P"

"Stopppppp!"

It was at a wooden house where me n my siblings share our childhoods together.

We guys are quite small that time. My youngest brother was about 3 years old already. There's always a "chasing competition" between my two little brothers. Guess what they did? They used the kind of plastic chairs and let them lay on the floor. With their hands holding the front leg of the plastic chair, they assumed it a trolley. "Ready, Get set, GO!!". OMG! The whole place turns to be so noisy. So much of scratches on the floor. Luckily it was just a cement rendered floor.

Being the eldest, I keep on shouting and shouting.

"STOPPPPPP!!"

" U guys don't be so naughty, ok?"

"Why can't understand my words?"

"Stopppppp! It's very noisy!!!"

But of course, there's no use at all....I don't even realise that I worsen the whole scenario and caused the house damn noisy.

Where's my sisters then? See, they are at the corridor with their hands holding some chalks. Teaching time!!! Each of them holding a book, pretend as a teacher, and wrote some questions on the plywood along the corridor. Toilet tissue paper will act as an eraser.

Wonder how we got so much of chalks? Some of them we get from the school, and some we bought from mamak market secretly. Not only for the purpose of "conteng" but also colouring it on the .......school shoes. Hhehe....Lazy washing school shoes weekly ma..... ;p

Stupid Standard 2

While I was in standard two, my younger sister was in standard one. For the first time in my life that I help her doing homework since she cries for help.

It was a Chinese short essay so called daily news. I was so clever that time and proud of writing a two pages essay. (in fact, the exercise book is the type of half blank n the other half in square size). Of course! I did draw nice picture on the half blank column.

“Kookokok….. Teacher, may I see this student?” My name was then called. I was called out by the class teacher of my sister! Oh dear! Again, for the first time in my life, that I was being scold by a teacher, who never taught me before. I swear not to help her doing homework again.

Burden as the ELDEST

I was the eldest among 5. Daddy n mummy always called me “Dai Guai Tau”, which means the head of others. But….that’s not what I want! If I were to choose, I surely dun want to be the eldest. You know, eldest means older. I dun wanna get old so fast!!!

I was trained to take care of my little brothers and sisters and do house chores. But, how come I m still handling the same role? Why me? How come I never handover my job?

Who am I?

Who am I? What can I write about me? I always caught by this type of title. I can still recall back my primary school hood. That’s the title for every first essay of each language subject. From Chinese, to English and Malay. Guess what I did? I just translate the same content into different languages. Haha…

Typical essay content that I (and I believe every primary students) used to wrote about me is my name, age, studying at which school, standard what, how to reach school, family members, parents’ occupation, and finally goes to my ambition.

Time passes by; I turned to be a 28 year old girl today. There’s so much of things about me that couldn’t be wrote in a simple essay. It should be infinity….that’s why I start up with this blog. Just to compile every joyful, sad, memorable thing deep in my heart…..
Here I come……