Happiest memory(so far) in my Diary

I showed my teacher the drama script I wrote for the club and well, it was great! She even mentioned me being the director for next year's drama program since we're doing chorus speaking this year.
...it was one of the happiest feelings I've ever experienced and I wanted to tell someone, just anyone. But no one can listen. If I tell my best friend, she might find me to be boasting and that's just gonna be awkward at the end. My aunt? I thought of it but she shot my chance to tell her straight down the drain right after school, when she came to pick me up. Well, actually...that's all, I suppose. I haven't considered anyone else. I'm..just going to have write this down in my diary....~sigh~

Selfish Me

I always get grumpy during classes and that makes me very, very short-tempered. I'm blaming it on the fact that I'm an attention-seeker. In other words, I'm selfish so I don't want to share my teachers' attention with anyone. I think that I should be able to understand my lessons better if the teacher focuses on me only. I hate crowd. But then there's the other theory, it could be the lack of sleep that I'm having 4 days a week. Oh, I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I am just that selfish.

Festivities around The block

I'm not sure about when I was little, but as far as I can remember, I've never really celebrated any festivities other than CNY. I suppose you can say it's my sole celebration moments. My birthdays always been as simple as a cake over in 15 minutes. There were some times I forgot about it. But so did my friends.....not that I'm actually upset-honest, I don't really care about birthdays. As for other popular festivities, I'm happy with its coming but as I have said, I don't really celebrate it much. Although, I have to admit, I did wished that I could celebrate it more enthusiastically once before. I mean, Christmas should be fun, right? Sigh.....but its over now. At least CNY is just around the corner. My family is going to gather this year in Penang; we'll have a barbecue too.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!!

Books...Sigh...

Books nowadays aren't how I imagined them to be any longer...
I've always found paperbacks a little saddening..never thought I'd sigh this much more often than I'm supposed to.
Don't anyone value the quality of original hard-covers anymore? I'm quite sure some people out there still do. I mean, I can't be the only one. Paperbacks are convenient from time to time but I just wish that there'll be more hard-covers around more often than I can sigh.

Sea of Blood

I can't believe it. It wasn't new news to me but when I saw again the images of that horrifying sea of blood(LITERALLY!!!).......I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
How can anyone even call that tradition?! Maturity, are you serious? That sea is red in color as if a million gigantic tank of red dye was spilled into the ocean which would have been better...but unfortunately, it's not. It's a sea of blood of the innocents. Red through and through. Innocents slaughtered with deep slashes around their neck while they're still alive enough to stare at you with their big black eyes, moist with flowing tears. I only have one thing to say....-I am very, very disappointed.

Pet Names can get out of hand

Doesn't anyone find it funny that some people name their beloved pets after products and brands? Surely I can't be the only one that agrees. I mean, there's nothing wrong with it but it gets pretty awkward for me at times 'cause I used to have this two dalmatians named Leng Zhai and Leng Lui, which meant handsome and pretty respectively in cantonese. And whenever these two got out into the park in front of our former house, you can expect a few head-turns. My brothers and sisters used to shout their names to get them to come back home and, to be expected, some people DO reply to the calls. It was hilarious!! However, some names after products and brands don't sound that bad at all. Chanel, for example, or even Gatsby as long as no one thinks of the actual product. Yeah, they're pretty good. Oh, and one more thing, don't take after me and name your darlings names other people would misheard.....unless, you're humour-proof.

one pair of He'lls for the occasion

The pair of heels I bought for the wedding is impossibly sky-high(for the likes of me anyway). But, I mean, its for a wedding so it's fine, right? I'm just afraid I'm going to topple over in them and embarrass myself on such a huge day. And my aunt wouldn't let me practice in them first-saying that I'll be fine on that day and blah blah blah..I can't even listen to her. Anyhow, my fingers are crossed and wishing upon my blue night star that all goes well and I can just break down and hibernate for like a million years. Good grief.

a Girl's Best Friend

Did I ever mention that I once had 8 dogs? I don't think so.....so I'll tell you guys now.
My oldest one is a mixed-I don't really know what mix-and he's so totally loveable. Everyone just calls him Old Man because when my father found him, he was already past his peak of age and we weren't all that into names so a name that literally refers to who really sets in once you start using it. And he already got used to it before we could do anything about it...well, yeah..that was kinda our fault. But I'll swear, he's the smartest dog I'll ever have. You see, one time, the gate wasn't actually closed so Old Man and this one other bulldog got loosed and of course, they were gone before you could shout No!
For God knows how long my family searched for the both of them to no avail(I was too young that time), until one day, Old Man came walking back home like he never left and sat obediently at the gate, waiting for someone to open it for him and greet him. No one knows what happened to the other one..he never came back.
And anyway, since that day, someone would always leave the gate unlocked(as long as the gate's ain't locked, Old Man'd open it by himself)and Old Man always went out to answer nature's call, see a little scenery and get some exercise and come back home...all by himself. If the gates locked when he came back, he would just sit there loyally till someone comes to unlock it. Quite the smart guy. He lived till a very, very old age.
This is dedicated to my loveable friend, Old Man. I love you no matter where you are.