It is time to continue the previous post. Darshie sweets, please don't thank me. I did not do anything at all to help and I could have so much more. I am just sorry I wasn't there as much as I wanted to.

Moving on to the other things that happened, Happy fun things, my good friend from Australia was down,, Yay.. Am.. We have been best of friends since we were 16, the year i shifted to Ipoh. And she was this prefect in school, very smart, kind and also funny, especially when it comes to doing silly things in school. I remember there was this time back in Form 4 when we were busy painting the classroom and picture this .....

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Alright alright.. the classroom walls had hieroglyphs (ancient egyptian writing) -gold on black walls,
And the front part of the class, we did graffiti (I know, How cool right?? :))
So anyways, the grafitti, we painted our class name (4 orchid,, n the year 200-something in blood red, with the bloody effect!! ( You know, the effect you get if you spray the paint too close to the wall and it drips- hence the blood effect??) Yeap thats the one...Nice right :)

So we finished painting the class, and we were so proud of our work, and we were the envy of the other classes and all... And came the Class Party Day..

As it fell on OCT 31, we decided the theme for the party should be Halloween, and dress up like ghost and ghouls and all. And so we came with rolls and rolls of toilet rolls, and started wrapping ourselves up to be mummies, Ameeta became a vampire (with the help of black garbage bag and fake teeth ??), another became vampire/devil.. some evil persona..

So anyway what happened then was, some teachers came over to the class to feast and all, and suddenly comes the Assistant Principle (PK HEM) and I think the disciplin teacher and they start screaming at us, asking how come we are dressed up as Ghosts and how come the class was so dark ( we had candles and the doors were covered with shreded black garbage bags and we even had a carved pumpkin in the middle... Nice right??) Nope they didnt think so. The teachers thought, they actually thought we were in a cult, we probably are in this Black Metal Cult group since it was a Hype at that time. To add to their believe, they saw the bloody effect of the graffiti and they were convinced that we are satanic, we did offering in blood and we probably run amok burning holy books!! Goodness.. We tried explaining and you can guess as much that she didnt believe us at all. It was ridiculous, we had to tear off the black plastic layering at the door, blow off the candles and the next day, repaint over the bloody effect :((

Its sad how teachers nowadays, or perhaps like 7 years ago (ok ok,, only some) they don't seem to understand the students they are teaching. I mean if you are teaching a bunch of 16 year olds, then it would do you good if you could at least find out somethings about their likes, whats in or not right?

But the worst of the lot, in my opinion would be primary school teachers, who forbid primary kids to run around. You won't believe the things they say during school assembly. How would I know? Oh boy, the apartment I am staying in, is right next to a primary school. The kids are actually shouted at every morning, without fail. And they are forbidden to runaround and play during Recess time. Can you imagine, study study till its recess, then you buy your food, eat in total silence n awe ( okay, exageration again.. :)) and then line up and back to class to study more. And once school is over, you got to rush back to the bus or parent's car and to the next destination (tuitions/piano class/ballet/taekwandoe/wushu?? haha... I don't know what this kids do anyway).

I would think, it is so much more stressful to be a primary school kid than being anything else... At least to a certain extend..

Agree, no??

Its 17 days pass the New Year,, and I still don't have any resolutions.. AH.. heck the resolutions.. Who need them anyway, its not like I will even remember them by June :)

Anyway, yep, been ages since the last post, and so many events took place. Happy events, sad events, events that tear your heart into pieces and other events that make you laugh till you have a stitch in your sides. As you all may or may not know (depending on if you read the news or not), there was a recent landslide in Bukit Antarabangsa in early Dec and it claimed the life of my very good friend's cousin, Dr. Yoges. I personally do not know her, haven't met her but her passing took me by surprise and it was so painful to see how much my friend and the rest of the family was suffering and dealing with the lost. It hurt to see the people you care about in so much of pain, and you cant do anyting about it. The landslide was a day before I left to India, and thus, I couldnt even visit her.

You know how when you read the papers or watch the news, and there are people dying almost every other day due to some calamity, you feel sorry for the person and their family, but the feeling just stops there. You don't spend weeks dwelling on the emotion and grieve, you don't mourne for them (probably not as much), and sooner or later, it goes out of your mind, somewhere in your subconcious domain. But this event, this death, shocked me to my core. I started wondering how would I deal if I lost my parents, or siblings, and I just couldn't do anything about it. I didnt want to go to India, and started having doubts and was very anxious on the safety of my family.

Though I wanted to go to India so badly, I started having hestitations, doubts.. You know death is just a part of life, you know you should detach yourself from everything that isn't permanent here in this world, and yet when it hits you, it hits you smack on your face. Yep, I do not have an answer to how I manage to overcome the feeling, or if i supressed it. Whatever happens, happens for a reason..

to be continued ....