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"egg sandwich.

my new best friend."

lonely.

it is a saturday and there was nothing to do.

no tv.

and the men of the family went of shopping.

my sister was sleeping.

i went to the kitchen

and made egg sandwich for myself.

i ate it alone in my father's air-conditioned room,

mulling on how lonely i was.

without family around, you do get a little sad.

i finished two out of three of my egg sandwich

(i can never seem to swallow the last one down)

and find myself lonely. once more.

should i really spend my saturday,

the last day of July like this?

no no no.

i'm going to watch some korean drama.

okay...not the real egg sandwich i made.

sure want to make one of those though.

the song, "Set You Free" by Danger Radio was in my head the whole day.

means anything?

Having The Last Laugh Part 1

Creative Works

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intervention : i was planning to post things up from my old documents and since July is ending, i would like to post like mad just because this is my favorite month. I will post more 'Having The Last Laugh' soon. Enjoy and drink some tea while you're at it :)

A Diner’s Guest Eats Waffles

I feel hungry :]

Waffles is what I want

It is nice, spongy

And maple syrup is nice

And thick like honey

SO SWEET

Sort of reminded me

Of you

No. I lied.

It reminded me of your lies

Waffles has unusual SQUARE²patterns

Boxy, like how rigid you are

Precise, like how your insults are

Shallow, like who you really are

And needs some sweet maple syrup

To hide it’s crusty and unimpressive

Taste

But in this diner

I might add

Perhaps, I’ll try something else

Eggs sound nice

Sunny side up

Yellow centre like the Giving Sun :)

Seems joyful don’t you agree?

Creamy egg whites all around

A lot of kindness I could see

Damn, that rhymed

What the freak?

(Gosh, don’t tell me that did too)

Thinking of eggs got me rhyming

That is a good sign, I hope

Don’t beg for my attention, waffles

No more, Eggs will stay in this plate

It is more natural than your mixtures

Of chemicals and glutton

And I repeat that it got me rhyming

I won’t mumble the perfect timing

So I say to you, waffles, I mustered:

Eggs really are better than waffles :)

Note: A Diner’s Guest Eats Waffles;

I Eat Eggs.

when i typed waffles and eggs in Google Images, this came up.

how it spoke this story :)

Secretarial Pages

How's Life : Update

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"I never really thought about it : I could get kicked out."

Probation.

No. Not like I was in jail.

Being a junior in the Editorial Board,

we are newbies and need to be...

well, "keep an eye on you" kind of thing

(I'm sorry, the verb escapes me at the moment...)

A meeting was held for this Thursday

and there were rumors that it was

Boot Day.

Some cuts in members.

Uh-oh.

When we attended the meeting,

My Boss started to write a list of jobs

on the whiteboard, and by the time

she wrote the last job 'Editor',

I knew what was in store.

Today's meeting is what we've been waiting for.

Our permanent jobs.

*jeng jeng jeng*

We assembled and were given a briefing

(yes, it really was our permanent jobs till next year).

Then, the whiteboard marker was raised.

We waited anxiously as our names are written on the board

next to our permanent jobs. Like teeth-gnashing.

To the brink that the tension could knock us out.

Being expelled from this would be highly humiliating.

(Am I a little over-exaggerating?

Perhaps.)

Finally :

It came to the last four jobs.

Treasurer, Secretary, Assistant Editor and Editor.

And so far, my name was not in the board.

Yet.

Or was not going to.

Gulp.

I frowned at the sight of Treasurer.

I'm bad with my money. I don't even trust myself with it.

If there were any money missing, I wouldn't notice.

I hope I'm not Treasurer. But then what lefts me...?

Oh man.

Is this how America's Next Top Model feels like???

Treasurer was given to The Kite Runner.

Simultaneously, we exhaled, relieved.

We were both nervous enough already.

That was when it came to my mind:

I might get kicked out.

Well.

I can't find anything optimistic about that.

My name was written

Next to Secretary.

We clapped.

I wanted to strangle my earlier-self for making me scared like that.

What was there to worry about?

But then again, you never know.

Assistant Editor and Editor was given out.

(Kudos to everybody that got the job.)

I feel really good that no one was discharged.

So I went over to the previous Secretary (now, my Sifu),

for some explanations and advices.

Thank you, Sifu :)

And that was that.

I am honest when I say this :

Never would I realize I would be The Secretary.

Let's not get it over our heads now.

No matter how important you are.

The role is never greater than Allah.

I try to carry this responsibility with elegant panache

And make a great name of the Franciscans' Editorial Board.

The torch is passed on.

just call me 'Secretary'

---

or better yet :

THIRD-IN-COMMAND

(muahahaha. talk about not going over your head.

allow me to enjoy this for one moment.)

we can go through this...if we're united as one :)

Small Sixteen

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"We have arrive. So what now?"

Speaking of arrival, my Small 16th Birthday is here

After waiting for...well, let's not compute now,

but after another year, I am officially sixteen years old.

No special parties.

None.

Trust me, I watched enough MTV's Super Sweet Sixteen

to get horribly traumatized by the wasteful and bratty

behaviours of some rich kids that was intentionally

not edited out (good TV material, I guess).

I rather not.

Prior to any "Beth Swanson with her Tha' Club Par-tay

and giant helicopter entrance with the escort of ten

male harem carrying her in a pedestal so she could

flaunt her new champagne dress designed by

Karl Lagerfeld 'himself' with special appearances from

P.Diddy and Nicole Kidman", I choose to have nothing special.

That didn't stop my Dad.

On Sunday, two days before the actual date of my birthday,

he asked me : Where you wanna go today?

Hmm. I'll think about it.

My List of Things I Wanna Get/Do Today:

1. Earphone Extension.

2. New Shoes.

3. Tablet PC (if possible)

4. Eat at Kak Nong Restaurant.

When I narrated the Table PC part, my Dad said:

Not going to happen.

Well, I did said 'if possible.'

We ate at Kak Nong Restaurant

(the only time when I didn't want to buy curry puff, what is WRONG WITH ME?),

and afterwards, we spent three hours finding for shoes.

I only wanted ankle boots but there are none in the store.

So I found very nice denim wedges and was happy to leave it right then and there.

My Dad announced : No. I would not leave until you have four pair of shoes.

What?

Well, he did persists.

So we went around the shop finding for three more.

And have to ask the shop attendant to change sizes millions of times.

Dang me and my big feet.

*Sighs* It's okay. At least I have them.

We were about to give up at the final shoe---there is always a final shoe,

when my youngest brother (the only one that did not get left at home. Haha.),

found a silver buckle emerald flats. Classy.

He slipped it in my right feet and well...what do you know?

It fits. Perfectly. I don't even have to change sizes.

Destiny or what?

"It's good that we didn't left you at home, huh?" my sister and I remarked.

Honestly, if I was a Girl with Emerald Shoes,

my brother was a Bona Fide Prince Charming.

We finished purchasing the goods and

my father sets off to find his own slippers.

(The one pair of shoes he bought for himself cost

more than double for two of my pairs.)

And my sister found a cream-coloured flats.

Total Shoe Recount/ in pairs : 6

I'm a little impressed myself.

My earphone extension was also found

so now I could hear the music in my phone

without readjusting the wires vainly.

Secret Recipe was in order next.

summer brown wedges. my sister's.

white gladiator flats. my sister's.

the denim wedges. mines.

the silver-buckled emerald green flats. MINES.

It was a very good day.

I thank my Dad for it.

And Allah too, of course.

With my 16th birthday in just one more sunrise,

I am so amazed I lived this long

and to be so blessed while I'm at it.

Allah truly is TOO GIVING.

But that's God for you.

Humble. A lot of people forgot to be that.

I wish not to.

So thank you.

Family, Friends & World.

the Journey is Still Ongoing

I wonder who would be there alongside me.

Algae Jungle

Gabbed and Gasped

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Noticed something while checking my Blog.

Ever since I put up my ChatBox upwards in my blog,

(it existed for a long time but only recently have I

put it near my profile) people are starting to

comment more.

I understand that it's a hassle to scroll waaaay down

to just tell me something

(a grammar mistake, wrong info...yadda yadda)

Though, that just makes it reserve that only my friends could read it.

Now when it's so near to the top

Other people are starting to comment on it.

People I don't know.

Well, I can see the thing that they're trying.

And I'm not going to rampage and mock them.

I see their stuffs, think 'Cool' in my head and comment.

Though I like to live a day

where I don't read 'Hi Please Read My Blog...'

Just a wish.

In order to solve this problem,

perhaps I'll put on a new ChatBox

where people can just flood tons of those in it.

Until I have that.

Not so sure when.

And to those who wants me to check their blog,

yeah, go ahead.

Keep sending me those URLs.

What possibly I could do with my spare time?

(Is that sarcasm I'm sensing over there?)

It makes me think though...(uh oh)

Why do people want to do that?

It would be fine if there was something beneficial from there.

Or are they doing that just for the popularity?

Does everything really need to be a popularity contest?

Sounds hurtful, I know, but as cliche goes: The Truth Hurts.

Perhaps I would like to review back on

why am I writing a blog myself.

Popularity?
I rather not.

Having a popular blog needs a lot of either

Shallow or Deep Thoughts.

I find I have a Mediocre Neither. Haha :D

Is this a Place To Vent?

It could play a part.
Somewhat.
Though I prefer venting by Photoshopping.

It keeps my mind of things.

Uncover my Dark Secrets & People I Hate To The World?
No. I have a firm belief in not doing that
even before I set up my blog.
I'm a harmony-seeking idealist.
Let's just put it at that.

Finally, I think I know:

The Purpose of My Blog:

To Remind Myself In The Future on What Happened To Me Now

It's like a memoir for myself :)

Now allow me to write some more.