Does anyone remember this popular form 3 valentine's day gift?
It's a heart shaped candle with scents. It was given as a gift by a very special friend two years ago with the message "Just to give you back something for once =p", along with a single rose.
You can find it pitiful, but I really cherish it. Like I've said before, it doesn't take much to make me happy. I've been using this candle as a way of measuring my strength to be calm ever since it was given to me.
Each time I brokedown, or was frustrated, or angry, or maybe just jealous, because of this special friend, I'd light the candle for a second, and then put it out. I promised myself that when the time comes in which I'd never see her ever again, the fire would never reach the wax and this candle would not melt a single drop, because I refused to give in to my inner demons. She's leaving in 2 days...
Guess I made it.
There was never any closeness between us, or much interaction. I wanted to get to know her more, because she really was that special of a person inside me. Nothing much happened, in the end...but then again...
S-M-S-UUUUUUUUUUU HERE WE COMMMMMMMMMMMME~(sing to California tune)
I've been thinking.
Throughout my entire time in this school, I listen, and hear about, alot of interesting things. From a girl being molested by a guy recently, to Messiah's proclaiming that God decided a metrimony between him and a classmate.
I try and fit it all into one globe around me. The voice, the rants, the angst, the jokes, the moments... It's all so interesting.
My passion for 'her' for 5 years. How Sufern met Nabilah. The squabble between two classmates. A boy getting banned because of what he blogged about, and teacher vs student scenes. And there are an abundance of interesting characters just waiting to be handpicked to write about. To explain, to describe, to tease, to curse at.
If you put me inside a room by myself, and made me write a script for a tv-series, I'd use SU as a base, and inspiration. There's just so much scandals, love, fights, and humour going around. I can guarantee, we'd enjoy it more than shows like The OC or whatever teen hit series is out there.
I've also realized that recently my posts are just to voice out my thoughts on an impulse, rather than wanting comments.
But seriously, if you go about...listening to how all these gossips intertwine around one another like a web... it's like a beautiful masterpiece.
Okay, so I've never had a single accident since I got my license about a month back, besides the time when I parked into my house for the first time and scraped a chunk of cement off the pillar.
But it's bound to happen, isn't it? =(
It was my first time fetching schoolmates. Easy, just drop them off at school after tuitun. But there's something about fetching people for the first time that gives you the shivers. What if you crash halfway o.0? Wouldn't that be so embarrasing? I mean, like "Oh yay! Wei Shiung is driving!"
*crash*
....
Anyway, it was smooth sailing, except the beginning when they were boarding the car. Once the front seat passenger was in, I kinda forgot about the ones behind(who only had one foot inside yet,) and stepped on the pedal abit. They screamed, and I apologized like the shamed driver that I was. Sigh, at least the entire ride was smooth after that.
I've fetched my first batch of people! Woot! *does happy dance*
I told Xiao Yu about it, relating it to her scaring her friends. Which she replied,
"Oh no, at least mine was safe. You could have broken their legs o.o"
Ish.
Anyway, here's a shout out:
Happy Birthday Cass!
So...something white, size S, and preferably a top, right?
I'm currently kinda like a happy fool, jumping with joy. As some of you know, a certain friend(who I shall refer to as S) and I haven't been talking much to each other, followed by spats. But after a few months, I've finally started make things better with S, and I think there's hope just yet.
It's just nice, getting back together with a friend after barely losing touch.
In fact, I've had countless best friends.
In std1, I remember that I met my first friend while sharpening my pencil at the back of the class. He had a cocky attitude, liked expensive things, had some sort of command(respected, you could say) aura around him. It was kinda a dont like but like relationship, that way la you could say. The friendship kinda ranged from going over to his house to play with his Power Ranger robots to punching him till a tooth came out(he later told me it was a milk tooth, since a standard 1 couldnt possibly dish out a knuckle sandwich THAT hard). I'll give you a hint who this is: his surname sounds like the male chicken.
In std 2, I made friends with a boy who was just as crazy about MIB as I was. We shared a passion about sci fi games, from Star Wars to MIB: The Game. I remember our kinda weird friendship shoutline was "I don't know if they're out there, but I DEFINITELY know that they're out there!" This was, of course, referring to aliens and MIB. When he jumped to standard 5 as a PTS student, we kinda lost contact. This boy, is Jonathan Wang.
In std3, it was with Purithat Lee. We used to call him pussytart just because it sounded funny. I think it was him that introduced me to the wonders of porn, showing me pictures on his computer, gasping my then innocent little mind. My grandfather had quite a good friendship with him, and I remember once Purithat gave him coconuts from the tree outside his house. I wonder if he knows said grandpa has now passed away.
An interesting note; Purithat, Ian, Jonathan and I were kinda like an inseparable 4 back in the old days. It was my security blanket from bullies. But after the group broke off I was left vulnerable to the torture from the likes of people like Erik Tan.
And then, in std 4, it was Zakhren. Ah, Zakhren, Zakhren, Zakhren. Thinking of the difference between Zakhren now and the Zakhren back then brings a tear to my eye seeing how much he has grown, and changed. I met Zakhren as one of Anand kumar's posse, consisting of him, Zakhren, and Shahir. I used to call Zak funny english boy because I've never exactly heard a clear British accent before(with the exception of my Irish uncle, though I can't really think of that as British, having heard his voice since young). We sat at the back of class together going crazy over pokemon, Harry Potter, and making up games to play with classmates. Zak was, or maybe still abit now, a very, very shy person. It was abit hard to get him to make new friends, hard as I tried(till even form 1), but he was happy as he was. I was the other half who wanted to meet as many people as I could. Strange to think that we now kinda switched places, him being liked by alot and me being an anti social. Hm.
Anyway, a clear memory of my time with Zakhren was on the last day of std 6. We decided that if we're going to finish with this school, we had to at least "play the bad boy" once, and ponteng. Haha, it's lame, I know, but it was fond memories. We pretended we were ninjas and took turns to climb over the back gate, and then cut through the neighborhood so "that we wont be seen" and headed for his house. What a way to end our final day in primary school. We were still close friends all the way till form3, but I think now we drifted away after intro'ing him to Nab and Fern(and Jonathan), as he found a gruop of peepz he clicked with. Then he coupled with Nab, yada yada, the slap, friends broke apart and some tears, and now we have Zak as he is today.
In form 3, my best friend was Cass, which I strangely had a small crush on back in the early days of Form 1. This isn't a confession, since she already knows(and still laughs about). She knew who I was before, but we were just "hi and byes" friends. In form3, I sat next to her and she started telling me her thoughts, from sometimes boyfriend troubles to "annoying people". Cass thought me how to treat a girl as a friend, and listen to them when they had troubles. I had SOME trouble being a close peer of hers back then, with a friend mistaking me as 'trying to take her for my own'(seriously, me? I'm flattered) and gotten angry and now doesnt talk to me. Though Cass and I drifted apart in Form 4 when we were in different streams, it's still nice to talk to her once in awhile. Possibly the hottest best friend I ever had ;)
In Form4, a bubbly girl who would always give me hugs back in Form 3 whenever I felt down about a certain girl became my best friend. I'm not sure if Su Fern thought of me as a best friend(well, quite sure a good friend, at least), but she was the closest person I could lean on back then, and possibly the nicest. We got closer from...I can't really remember. Was it playing basketball? I can remember her laughing at me when I couldn't keep up with her while we jogged around the edges of the school. We frequented cyber cafe's together, and I STILL remember Leon asking me to come cyber with him and to "ask Sufern to come along". Now we know why ;p I regret lots of times when I snap at her because she was the easiest person next to me to vent my anger on, but she's always been someone I could lean on, from the death of my grandma, to more lesser probs. I liked being friends with SuFern alot, as she's got this kinda "homeliness" aura about her. Anyone could be friends with her without feeling awkward, and she's very nice and understanding to boys that like her, even if she wasn't interested in her. Kudos to her for that ;)
In the beginning of Form 5, I had a best friend, but we kind of stopped talking to each other, argued abit(which...was my fault), and now I'm trying my best to patch things up again. It's working, and I'm happy for that.
I told Sandy that I was impatient for school to end, and for me to go to college and get out of Form5 a few nights ago. She told me this:
"Why? You won't be seeing half of your friends anymore.."
And also, I'm not going to the prom, since I have no friends to sit with at the moment. It's funny, cos all the best friends I mentioned, are now just people who I pass by with just a smile, or a nod, or maybe just walking past each other, unable to accept the past, and pretending that there was never a bond between us. It's sad, but it's true.
"No..." I told Sandy, "I won't see them again. But like they say, the end is just a beginning for another adventure."
I've had some anime fetish's realistically fulfilled by some of my schoolmates recently.
Hui Yin wearing glasses becomes the cute stereotype librarian.
Jo Lynn putting on a bell around her collar makes her a Neko.
And Xiao Yu just showed me a pic of herself wearing the typical japanese schoolgirl type uniform, above the ankle socks, checkered skirt and all.(not allowed to show, sorry =p)
I can now die happy.
Hehe.
Now, on with the predictions:
Fern - Su Fern became a young widow in 2013 when her late husband got involved in food poisoning(by a cook who was never found). She conveniantly inherited all his money, and moved to Rome in 2015 in search of a more jet set life. In less than 4 years of her staying there, 5 men widowed her. Police started to suspect a link in between all these deaths, but never took Fern as a suspect with the reason: "How could a face like that commit any crime? It's just not evil enough." 2024 was a supposed turning point for Fern when she landed a job as an anchor woman for KNN to cover a live report on the war between Canada and New Zealand. Sadly, on the first month of her job, a stray sheep was catapulted at her direction. Her funeral was held back in Malaysia. Her cameraman(who never released the gruesome footage of her being struck down by sheep) said that her last words moments before being hit were "damn these period pains!".
Trivia: Though many say it was random fire that killed Fern, the usual deduce is that stray sheeps are NEVER coincidental, and that it was karma.
Jonathan Poon - Jonathan turned gay on December 2006. He announced this after finishing his SPM, shocking parents and friends alike. It seemed that it was a secret kept for 3 years, and he only realized his sexuality when Rent Kent accidentally brushed against his ****. He took up designing in 2009 at LimKoKWing, and took up a job as an interior designer for Indah Homes after graduating. He then dropped the job after 4 years, and moved to Brazil where being gay was as legal as bending down to pick up a soap. On 2015 he contracted STD, prior to ignoring peer's advice on safe sex. Fortunately, Aids was a cured disease by 2007, so Poon survived. Though medical bills were high, his high paying job as a designer there ensured him a non-financially worried life. He is now living with his partner(an international body-builder) Sven in Poland. They have 2 children, and it is suspected that Poon is now carrying a third.
Trivia: Jonathan had a vagina and all the female body parts implanted in 2017.
Jade- It was the world of fast cars, fast drugs, and fast men for Jade after watching 3 Fast 3 Furious on 2009. She started off with a pimped up Savvy in the streets of Subang between 2010 to 2012. Jade constantly beat underground racer kings like "Mamak Daddy" and the leader of the racing gang "Satu Kaki Kat Keranda". Her big chance was after being featured on an auto magazine, when offers came from all over Europe and Eastern Asia where underground racing syndicates were searching for talent like her. Jade's second car was a big leap from the old Savvy, a Bugatti Veyron 3(with a top speed of 440kmph) given by her sponsors. An interesting style of Jade was her chic way of wearing the chinese precious stones that share her name. Though jades were labelled as "old lady-ish" and "tacky" before, Jade's way of wearing custom carved ones like having a spiraling dragon shape over her middle finger, a cross made of Jade dangling from her right ear, and two little jade studs on above and next to her left eye brought back the gem into fashion with a whole new outlook. Wearing customized jades are now the "in" fashion with young girls around the world, booming sales of once dropping chinese companies. In 2018 Jade had a narrow brush with death after crashing into an oncoming truck. She denounced underground racing since then but was still famous after becoming a spokeswoman and ambassador for jade companies around the world.
Trivia: Jade was offered a centerfold pose(possibly nude) by Ben's Bitches magazine in 2020 after being voted the sexiest asian underground female racer, but she humbly rejected the offer.
Harvey - Was hit by a car in 2013, and died. Haha.
Nevermind that, I'll do Poh Nee's tag of the impossibilities in 20 years time. Scratch that, I'll do the possibilities. WITH a twist. You know I'm joking ;)
Benjamin - Will be the owner of Malaysia's first Pornography Company, named Ben's Bitches. Found in 2012 after he flunked Architecture college, Ben's Bitches is the fastest growing porn industry in the region, with an average of at least 10 pictures taken every second, 5 studios, 300++ "Ben's Bitch's" stars. He is predicted to be the next Hugh Hefner(of Playboy). Ben is reported to hold the highest record of spending a single night with most women. Charted at 115, he is still the defending champion. In 2020, he was honored a Tun-ship, Doctor-ship, Datuk-ship and the new Yang Dipertuan for being the biggest contributor to the Malaysian community. Pornography was legalized thanks to a certain capable lawyer.
Trivia: With a small and humble beginning, Ben's Bitches started off with only his own room as a set, and him and his girlfriend with a remote recorded video camera.
Nabilah - After being left by Zakhren in 2017, and suddenly finding herself a single mother of 5, Nur Nabilah Yada Yada founded the "DENG" welfare body. DENG, an abbreviattion of Dont Ever Need Guys, helps women that have been left by their hubbies, both financially and in morale. They are encouraged to beat their ex-husbands and take full vengeance on the pain and hardship they'd been put through. Cats are a reccomended form of therapy in this body. Unlike most welfare bodies, DENG also teaches Ninjutsu, Karate, and a business card to contact a certain capable lawyer, if they ever feel like sueing, say, a few million bucks.
Trivia: Nabilah's kids are, strangely, named Doh, Deh, Bong, Ding and Deng(bin Zakhren).
Xiao Yu- Teaching English in Cambridge turned out to be a bore for Prof. Lim, so the PhD holder in English Lit decided to author a controversial novel and make big bucks. In 2023, she published her first novel, "Sheeps = More than just fur". The novel sparked such a cult and debate that it started a war between New Zealand and Canada, both wanting to hold the most amount of sheep in the world. In the end, the Pope and the President of The Colin Wong States(more on that later), namely Colin Wong, had to step in and settle a thruce. Both countries decided to ceasefire, and reached an agreement, where the author(who was blamely responsible for the war), was put to trial for crimes against humanity, and sheep. She has been sentenced to a lifetime inprisonment, and is now writing behind bars her second novel. She is constantly appealing to be released, and has a certain capable lawyer as her attourney.
Trivia: Paparazzi's have often reported of Xiao Yu frequenting a sheep farm late in the middle of the night. It is unknown what she does there. Sheep = More than just fur, is also banned in 32 countries.
Colin Wong - After studying Engineering and graduating with a bachelors, Colin took a course in Israel. In 2013, he was captured by terrorist's and brought to their camps. There, he was brainwashed(though many say he voluntarily joined them), and joined their militant struggle against America(now non existant). He rose quickly to the ranks of a top General in 2017, with a notably bold strike in LA which involved sacrificing his right hand man, Hon Kit on the plane. It was a poor attempt at suicide crashing, missing the newly construced WTC and whizzing down towards a McD's next to it, which unfortunately where the then President of The USA was having his lunch. In 2019 he overthrew a certain bearded and turbaned leader of the terrorists(to wear as his own, yes, even the beard, with glue), and managed to invade and occupy the USA). He is now the Premier/President of the newly named Colin Wong States, with a reconstruced Cyborg Hon Kit as his vice president. A certain capable lawyer was offered a job as a Law advisor, but wisely rejected.
Trivia: On 2023, Colin Wong decided he needed to expand his country, and tried to invade Canada. Unfortunately, The USoCW was unprepared for catapulted sheep.
Albert - In 2010, Albert dropped out of University, and became the then aging Eminem's apprentice. Before Albert released his first album in 2016, Eminem mysteriously dissapeared, and was presumed dead. He left behind in his will the entire Shady Empire to Albert, making Albert Chak, or preferably known as "The Albert", the 4th richest man in the world. With the Shady Empire, which he aptly named into the Chak Empire, then renamed again to the Bert empire, The Albert created a whole new genre of sound. In 2022, Albert was awarded humanitarian of the year, finding a cure for cancer through his new found music, which mainly involves squeaking a towel on a clean shaven head. He has numerously been sued for child molestation(he hung out with MJ for awhile), stalking a certain pop diva named E.Kok, and reckless driving. All charges have been cleared with the ingenuity of a certain capable lawyer.
Trivia: The Albert is an English term for The Penis, though no one points it out to The Albert, preferring to joke about it behind his back.
Pei Yi - Pei Yi married Datuk B in 2014, and was the bride of the most expensive wedding in Malaysian history, worth RM24m. In 2016, Datuk B divorced her and with the help of a certain lawyer, did not need to pay her any sum of money. Homeless, she was taken into the arms of DENG, and remained hidden from the world for 5 years. Pei Yi made a comeback on 2021, sueing Datuk B for 20million. Her lawyer, was, ironically, the same one that helped Datuk B 5 years ago. Insiders report that the lawyer decided to go over to Pei Yi's side because he was pmsing from a certain comment from Datuk B about his neck. She won the case, but ended with a broken heart. She realized that money could not mend her feelings, and decided to donate it all to DENG, handing the wads of cash to Nur Nabilah Yada Yada, and now fully dedicating her life to DENG.
Trivia: Pei Yi recently adopted 10 children from Vietnam, and lives happily ever after.
Su Lynn - Su Lynn was mistaken for a Malay during the M vs C racial war in Malaysia during 2015. She was dragged into their war camps, and was heard of no more. Some people have hinted that she could be the real person behind Cyborg Hon Kit, since the original Hon Kit was white in color, and the now Cybong HK is brown, though some say it was caused by machine heatburns.
Trivia: Jake Leong is constantly searching for his long lost cousin, and has a few Su's friends with him.
I tag: Xiao, Jiale, Nabilah and Albert.
See? Everyone needs a lawyer. Hehehe, who wants to be predicted next?
Originally I didn't plan on posting this up since people MIGHT take it as their own and send it into the MPH competition. However, since I've already sent in my submition and the dateline has passed, don't think anyone can sort of, urm, use it.
So here goes. 4 pages long. The Theme, incase u didn't know: is Time.
Time Left
2026
“How long more do we have left?” I ask my wife Jean. She looks confused, her slightly wrinkled face squinting. “What?” she asks. We’re inside our house, watching TV. Our last house, till the day we die.
“How long more do we have left of what?” she says, turning off the television.
I close my eyes, and think. How should I say this? It’s a fact, but almost everyone our age is in denial of it. We think we have an abundance, and that there’s always tomorrow, and another tomorrow after that. “Time,” I tell her, “time left in our lives.”
1985
We’d been given a blessing. I sat on a chair next to Jean’s bed. She’s sleeping soundly, tired from the ordeal. My darling wife.
A nurse came into the room, “How’s the mother?” she asked with a smile.
I brushed a hand against Jean’s hair and turned to the nurse. “Resting after the happiest moment of our life,” I replied. I then turned to the little baby sleeping in her cradle, just to my left. My baby girl looked different from a few hours before, now powdered, bathed, and like her mom, was sleeping peacefully. But even when she first arrived, red skinned, wailing and bloody, I had already known. I was the father of the most beautiful daughter in the world.
1990
“But I don’t want to go!” Samantha pouted. She looked up to me sadly, hoping to penetrate the strict defenses of her father. But I knew her all too well. The other children ran past us into the school as I squatted down in front of my daughter, convincing her that school wasn’t all that bad, though I hated it.
“But honey, it’s a wonderful place!” Jean tried to persuade, as our little daughter continued her attempt at me with the puppy dog eyes.
In the end, Samantha did enter the school, though teary eyed and 20 minutes late. The next 5 hours for me were spent worrying, nail biting, and filled with paranoia. My baby girl was in a strange new place, without us to guide her. Was the teacher competent? Would the kids there pick on her?
We waited outside the school an hour before it finished.
“I hope she didn’t cry through the entire class, at least.” Jean said.
“I’m more worried that she’d not want to go again,” I added. Jean nodded in agreement.
The school bell rang, and we both entered, expecting the worst. And there Samantha was, still in class, coloring with her little friends. She wasn’t crying or even teary eyed for that matter. We didn’t call her, but just stood there watching, putting a finger to our lips to hush when the teacher spotted us. And Samantha continued to color, oblivious of her two paranoid parents watching with teary eyes.
1999
Because of my job, we moved to Westchester. One of the most exciting things about moving is the new house, and the epitome of fun about the new house, was that unlike buying the old one where we were still financially weak, we could now afford our dream home.
“I’m going to check out the local scene, alright?” Samantha asked. Or rather, just to inform us. She was chewing on a bubble gum, twirling her red streaked hair (dyed, of course) with a finger. Samantha recently went into that rebellious phase, with dark eyeliners, rapper music, boys, and the sort of stuff any 14 year old teenager was into. Mainly, anything that didn’t have to do with her parents.
Jean shook her head, “Sam, you’ve not even been into the house. Don’t you want to see your room, at least? It’s got a balcony,” the last word in her sentence had a melodious tone to it, trying to sound alluring.
“Nah, I’ve seen the pictures already. Just drop my stuff in there, and I’ll sort it out when I’m back,” and with that, she jogged towards the bus-stop down the road. I shrugged when Jean looked back to me, slight disappointment evident in her expression. We sighed, bent our backs to pick up the bags, and entered our new home.
2002
A young man by the name of Hendrix Kayse stood at my doorstep. He was wearing a neat suit, a bouquet of roses in hand, and smelled of Polo. Hendrix stuttered as he asked me whether Samantha was ready. It must be tough standing alone with your prom date’s father. I called for Sam, and turned back to him.
“So… Hendrix, as in Jimi Hendrix? The dead rocker?” I question him, arms crossed.
He shifted nervously, “Yes, sir. My grandpa was a fan of him,” Hendrix was unaware of his free hand plucking the petals, making the flowers look quite bald.
“Alright then, I want Samantha back by midnight. No funny business. Dance, maybe a peck on the cheek, but that’s it. Keep your hands to yourself, you hear me?” a little dash of sternness should be fun.
“Y-yes, sir. I will. Keep my hands to myself.” He gulped.
“Dad, don’t scare him. I really like this one,” Samantha voiced from behind.
And there my girl was, dressed in a pearly white floor length gown, and some drops of glitter poured around her eyes. There was a look of annoyance on them.
“Well, Hendrix?”
Her date acted promptly, sidestepping away from the door for her to walk through. He presented the bald bouquet, much to her confusion and my amusement, “Bye daddy,” Samantha waddled her fingers towards me as Hendrix opened the car door for her to step in. I waved back.
“Oh Hendrix, one more thing,” I manage to say before he drove off. The boy looked nervous again.
“Erm…yes?”
“My baby girl’s in your hands tonight. Take care of her for me, will you?” I wink. A smile crosses his face, and he nods. It was as if some father and son in law bond just sparked between us, breaking down the hierarchy walls of prey and predator. Obviously, he was the prey.
As they drove off, I had a funny feeling I wouldn’t be seeing the last of him.
2008
Yes. Definitely not the last.
I sat with Jean on the bench furthest in front. I’m not much of a Church person, and the white walls with the colored windows just scare me for some reason. I’m a God fearing man, don’t you doubt that. But there’s just something about the building that I’m not comfortable with. Of course, all that was tucked away that day. It IS Samantha’s wedding after all.
As Hendrix and my daughter exchanged vows, I couldn’t help but stifle a tear. My baby girl was all grown up. “Oh, be a man why don’t you,” Jean joked, and hit a hand on my shoulder.
But I wasn’t a man anymore. I was more than a man. I was a father.
2026
Jean looks at me, baffled by my sudden question. “Why are you saying this?”
I get my walking stick, pull myself up, and try to stand as tall as my weak bones would allow. Her solemn face hurts my heart, but I need to do something before it’s too late. “Jean, look at us. We’re not young anymore, we’re old. Like it or not, we’re running out of time; Time to live, time to enjoy, time to see the entire world. Instead, we’re just sitting in this little home, doing nothing but watch TV everyday, and letting Time pass us by. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She shakes her head.
“I want to live, Jean.”
“But you’re alive, are you not!?”
“Breathing and pumping, yes, in that way, I am alive. But for how long? I don’t plan to idle my life away, waiting for the end. It is to come, sooner or later, yes. But I would like to die knowing that our lives had not been a wasteful end.”
She still does not know what to say. Sighing, I sit next to her. “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Jean. We’ve had a wonderful daughter, and now lovely grandchildren. I think most credit of Samantha’s upbringing would go to you.” Jean smiles, but looks down. “It’s been a beautiful 50 years of marriage, my dear.”
“So what are you saying?” she asks. Her eyes are watery, not sad, but filled with so much emotion.
“I’m saying we’ve done our job. We’ve raised Sam. Now, why don’t we let go, and search the world? See all there is to see. Before… before it happens. Before Time decides that we have had enough. As I grow older and my bones weaken, so do I gain a bigger appreciation for it’s importance. Each morning waking up is an assurance that I’ll live another day, to see you. But I don’t feel that it’s enough. Travel the world with me. I can’t be certain we’d live long enough to see every inch of land there is on Earth, but at least we’d have a purpose. Not dying on a deathbed, with tubes sticking out of us.”
“We’ll have to prepare,” she says softly. “I’ll have to call Samantha, inform her about our plans. Pack all our stuff, book a ticket-”
I place a finger on her lips, and shushed. “No, we leave with only a letter on our door informing them of our adventure. We travel light, no need for anything to burden us down. The road it is, for us. Whatever flight they have, to whatever country, we’ll take it.”
It was the last time I ever saw Westchester, Samantha or her family. We’d done our job, and now it was time to enjoy what was left of our lives, together. Whenever we sat on a plane towards a new country I’d never imagine visiting, I’d hug Jean tightly as she slept. After all these years, her beauty and my love for her were the only things Time could not take away.
I don’t recall how it happened, but the last thing I remembered, was closing my eyes with my arms around her as we watched the sunset from some distant country. And we never woke up.
‘It’s funny how Time seems like an eternity when we have just begun. How slow it passes our young lives. Yet the more we age, and the shorter our Time left seems to become, so does the appreciation and respect for it grow. Time itself then becomes not just a fact, but something we have little of. And it’s then up to us to either waste away what’s left of it, or grab chance by the hand and live without regrets, till the very last grain of sand drops to the bottom.’
My dad decided to shock us all one day, and came home with this:
It's a friggin Canon 350D! In other words, an f-ing DSLR camera! 8.0mgpx, and alot of features I hope to be able to learn (once my dad trusts me with it). It was bought in a set kit, with an extraTelephoto (not sure how to spell) lense, a tripod, 2 batteries, 1gb memory card, and this small lense to cut off reflection.
Like it says, this camera makes me cum on the spot from excitement.
The Canon 350D is sort of an upgrade of the old Canon 300D, with enhancements being smaller dimensions and lighter weight, 2mgpx upgrade on resolution, and something about being able to cut off noise more effectively.
Sorry for being jakun lah, but the feeling of holding a DSLR camera is just damn syong.
XD *jumps around happily*
We took some pictures with the cam, but havent uploaded it to the computer yet.
