A test of patience...and wisdom

Yesterday (12.2.2011) was supposed to be a normal teenage outing. Well, my first ever outing to Ipoh from Seri Iskandar- by bus. It was fun. At least, I thought so. I met a few interesting characters on the way to Ipoh. I met an old Indian lady, and  a hospital operator who's age is 55. (she wanted to retire next year, but her request was rejected. Should she wish to carry on with her request, her pension will not be given to her, and she will only get 10% of duit sagu hati.) Kind of sad to hear that, right?

Well, the rest of the journey was normal.  

And we ate at the food court, watched a movie and then something happened.

A friend of mine was going to pass out. Well, perhaps she did passed out for a few moments.
It was a time of preservation,a test of skills and knowledge. I know not of her medical history. 
Hey, what should we do to someone who'd just suddenly pass out?
The others are counting on me to solve this. 
I called my mother. She used to work in a hospital, perhaps she knows what to do.
Meanwhile, we...drenched her face, her neck...massaged her shoulders, hands and feet.
I gave them an ointment as I talked to my mother. She was having a headache, but she still gave us a few ideas.
Some passersby gave us other tips.


We tried them all. 
I was on the verge of calling the ambulance when she revived...a bit...and told us to call her mother. 
I talked to her. It seems that my friend has a low blood pressure. She didn't quite slept well a few days past. That's why she passed out. 


Anyways, her mother gave the permission for us to bring her to the hospital. GREAT. Thank you, makcik. We'll take care of your daughter. Don't worry.She'll be fine.


I called my mother again. She said, " I'll ask your uncle to drive all of you to the hospital. Wait, how many are there? Oh, maybe the four of you could squeeze in but the other five would have to go back on their own."


"Don't worry. They'll be fine on their own."


So we went to the hospital after waiting for a half an hour. She still can't stand on her own. We took the wheel chair- feels like F1 !!! 


I looked up at the tall white building when we first arrived and said, "Hey, I kind of miss this hospital. We used to come here every year when my grandfather was still alive. We celebrated every celebration Malaysians celebrate at home- Raya 3 times, Chinese New Year, Christmas, Thaipussam, Deepavali, Gawai Dayak- man, it used to be like, our second home!"


Much to my friend's relieve, she wasn't admitted to the hospital. But we went back to our college late, (well...we dropped by at Mc Donalds and my house..><) the guards were a bit...well, fussy that night- like any other day.


Well, we managed to get in after a few minutes of ceramah perdana.


Hey, I feel like going outing with you guys again.
Seriously, it was fun. ><

Apology + Poem

No worries, the story of the golden earth and the silver skies will be continued...some other time. 

I have been a bit...arrogant. Maybe I've been VERY arrogant. But hey, I decided to...say...yeah...umm..be a little nicer. Well then, first, an apology. Maybe apologies.Hmm...let's just start things slowly. An apology, then. Uh...umm...well...sorry...umm...to let's see...umm...my..uh...classmates...?


OK. Done. Poem now.

 APOLOGIES  I mean, AN APOLOGY

 Forgive me if I'm ever so wrong, ever so harsh,
 For I did not know that it hurts,
 I know not these differences between us is a rift

That tend to get further as my mistakes grew. 

Forgive my ignorance, which I had always thought was a bliss,
For I always would pretend that I do not know,
Although always, at times it was so clear.


Forgive me if my ways irk you, 
If my advices and 'lectures' bore you to death,
For I always thought it was out of good will,
And though I know teenagers hate it,
I still do so (sometimes just for fun!! >< )

Now I can only pray, 
That my apologies you will accept,
Even if you find this poem...um...yeah..uh...irking you more?


So God help me, I am a person of much arrogance,
Not to say that apologising is impossible or hard,
But it is just that I find myself rarely with mistakes.




*Great. I think I do still sound arrogant.
 Well. Seems that there's nothing that I can do about it, then.

 Phew. Finally got that out of the system.

Of the Golden Earth and the Silver Skies

I'm kind of envious of the others who writes and publishes their work on their blogs.

Well, I have a blog of my own...why don't I do the same?
Fine. I'll do it. I'm doing it now.


CHAPTER 1- The Young King and The Princess

  "You're still trying to learn that language, brother?"

  Cristoph Lonis glanced at the voice. It was only Scarttle, his young sister. Her visage was wrinkled with a frown.

  He gave her a sly smile and said, "Of course, dear sister. It is one of my duties-a must. That is, if I wish to restore our ties with the land of Bentala Kencana."

 

  She grumbled, "That dirt bag of a country is of no place or ranks to have any diplomatic connection with us. You know that the people there are savages!"

  The young king gave out a laugh. "Nonsense. This knowledge, this relationship- it is all of future use. A benefit, no doubt."

  "This won't do, brother. Think of our dearly departed father! Surely you know that he loathes this idea of diplomacy with that particular land!"

  Upon hearing those words, the smile etched across Cristoph Lonis's face turned to a frown. Words were absent from his mind. He looked away from Scarttle and sent his gaze upon the book in front of him. With delicate care he caressed the book. The leather cover was soft, dull and in tatters, giving it an ancient feel. Sastera Bentala Kencana was written in gold. He closed his eyes and sighed," I know." Scarttle gave a smile. "But it has been decided. We will have ties with Bentala Kencana, whether you like it or not."

   The princess was dismayed with her brother's answer. But she uttered nothing about it. Instead she said," I must retire now. It is becoming late. Good night, brother." The door slammed shut. Cristoph sighs. His young sister has the ideals of her father. They both believed that any country under the wings of Sylph is of no ranks to have any connection with those of the upper wings. He disagrees. And at the same time wonders why his father hates them so. The old king had been there with him- and lived there once. What changed his mind?

   The young king remembers, and treasures his memories about the land of Bentala Kencana. The warm breeze, the humid jungle, its rich culture, the lovely, friendly people, and...Cita Nilam Sari, his old friend. He heard news that a few years ago, she was crowned as the new ruler of Bentala Kencana, in place of her mother who passed away- succumbed to the flames of war.

   The Ratu, as they call her, brought her nation towards victory. Deep inside, Cristoph Lonis adores her confidence, her strength, her leadership. While his, he thought, was of pale comparison than that of hers. He gave a heavy sigh and put his head unto the thick, ancient book of Sastera Bentala Kencana.

  A knight steps out from the shadows that enshroud him. "What ails you so, My Lord?" He closes to the young king. Cristoph Lonis lifts his head and gave a reassuring smile.

  "Nothing, Pawaka. And must I remind you to call me by my name every time we speak? You are - as always, have been my best friend." The fox demi-mortal apologised profusely.

   "You look forlorn, Cristoph. May I ask, you have problems with Scarttle?" He looked at the young king, who was muffling his laughter.

   "You have no qualms on calling Scarttle by her name, do you? I wonder why it is so hard for 

you to do the same for me?"

    Pawaka, with a wicked grin etched across his face replied, “The princess has things under her sleeves. Apologies, but I dare say it is of no good. Thus, she deserves naught of my respect. I am but a lowly vassal for the King of Silver Skies. Why should I respect her?"

    "I know my sister. She's not the kind of a person who'll do stupid things. Evil behind my back? I...honestly I do not think so. Perhaps, my friend, you're just being paranoid. One day, you might even say that Mega is trying to betray the king!" Cristoph laughed heartily.

    "I am not joking, Cristoph! Arg...But if you say so, then I will hold on to your words. Pawaka sighed. "Still, I dare say Scarttle asked you to abandon your plans of Bentala Kencana, yes?"

  

  "True. But I will not back down from my plan." The young king's voice fills with determination.

    "Great. Nicely done, My King." The knight looks at Cristoph's table and spots something. He 

 then picked up a book and said," Uh...Cristoph? May I borrow this?"

    The young king gave a grin," I knew you'd be interested in that text. I want it back in two days’ time."

   The knight bowed in appreciation and disappeared into the darkness. "I'll see you at the morrow, Highness."

    

Cristoph smiled. Pawaka was always more of a bard than a knight, he thought. Why he chose to be the latter, he never knew. He never dared to ask.

Amused

I've been doing things I normally won't do~
That is...well...I procrastinate, I flirt....I erase more than I draw, I hold books...rather than reading them...*sigh*

Whatever is happening to me..?

Boooook...and writing and stopping

I read. 

I write.

But I never get it done. 

*sigh*

Procrastinate

Argh...my mind is swirling all around...I've been doing things I'm not supposed to. Yeah, and my holidays are numbered...my work is not done. None is finished. 

Nice.


Thank you very much, Procrastinate!!

Me and my big mouth

"Stop asking questions!!" said my classmate. I've been asking tonnes of questions for their presentations...clearly I've asked logical, yet diabolical questions.

Yeah. I do that a lot. 

"Don't you know they feel like an idiot - unable to answer your damn questions, and standing there at the front for everyone to watch?"
I gave him a taunting look.

"You'll see. When tomorrow comes, and your turn for the logo presentation, I'll ask you questions. Real hard questions."

"Do as you wish. I'll keep asking. And there's no question about my presentation that I can't answer."  Wow. I said to myself. I sound arrogant.

He looks unsatisfied. Who cares?

I know I don't.