Sports day 2011

A little too late for a sports day blog don't ya think?

This year we went the extra mile, by having our sports day at the one and only, Stadium Shah Alam.
weeee :)

Mars

Leader: Marsians! Marsians! marsians!

Us: Oi! Oi! Oi!



Ust.Basri (Marsian teaher) with Jupiter's mascot



 Mercury

Leader: Mercury!

followers: Victory!

 Their theme: wolverine, x-men something :)

Jupiter

Leader: Jupiter!

 followers: Power!

 Their theme: witches and wizards

Earth

*krik krik krik*

Oveall, it was an anticipating day. Hot, sweaty and colourful.

Sprits were running high, I didn't get tired of screaming

 "GO MARSIANS".

For most, especially the sprinters, I'm petty sure adrenaline was running through their blood and 80% of us got darker.

It was all good fun though :)

Tales of mere existence

Egg?
Egg?
Egg?

yes, egg. something we all know and love.

This is a story of an egg and a girl.

I was over at Mimi's farm for a barbeque
we were excitedly looking at the goats.
 As I turned to give some pallets to a goat, I found a chicken egg!
I then asked Mimi if I could have it, she asked her dad and he said yes!

So, now you have a 14 year old girl that didn't know that she had a fertile chicken egg in her hands.

When I got back home, I put the egg under a table lamp.
yes, lamp! Well, what did you expect? an incubator?
I took two 60W lamps (Credits to IKEA) and put the egg in a container (again, Ikea)
I was obsessed on hatching my egg. Everyday, I would write the report down in a book, to record my findings.

DAY 7
exactly one week after, I started noticing veins.
now you must be thinking, how the heck could I have seen veins in a chicken egg?

simple, a homemade candle light made from a piece of cardboard. smart eh? haha

Day after day, it began to grow.
The network of veins developed.
Such a beautiful sight, knowing you are bringing up a new life form.
I turned the egg a few times a day so that the veins can be fairly distributed on each side.
I remember coming back home from school and being all excited to see my egg.
(This is how expecting mothers must feel like)

DAY 20
after a few days, it died :(
I didn't cry but the disappointment and guilt was certainly present.
He developed a blood ring due to bacteria. The embryo was clearly seen floating in the egg,aimlessly.
Before saying goodbye, I cracked the egg open to see him.
I slowly laid him to rest in a flower pot
In the end, what was left was his cracked shell and my broken heart

A song

I composed a song for someone.
someone that I don't think I want to meet. Atleast not now.
I want to meet him later in life though.... When I've changed.
But right now, I want to concentrate on my studies.
Because the thought of not having a future really scares me.

InsyaAllah, I will have a good job and a wonderful life.
wait, what was I talking about?

oh yes, the song

well, the song I composed is called 'Undefined'
Unsure or uncertain of the definition of something to the extent of composing a song with hope it can answer the questions that are kept mystified in my head.
(pfft, emo -.-')


At first it was just a tune I thought was actually quite nice.
F G A G F C# D and then the end is two D's on different keys.
simple aite? I know, so I added on and on to it
wow, I'm boasting about a stupid lame song on my blog, how low can you get?

I admit, I'll never be as great as my all time favourite composer Chopin,

but hey, I'm taking baby steps :)

Life stories no.1

Goats

My mom is the Director of Veterinar Research Institute so we lived in a 6 room bungalowe beside a river with a tennis court, a foot ball field, Cows, rabbits and goats.

At that time I was 8-11 years old. so, I followed mom to work ( across the football field ) she went on car, I went on bike. when we got there, we saw that the goats were out of their pen and just staring at us. They weren't afraid of us because they were tame. So my mom told me and my sister to put them back. so I rode my bike to the other side to kind of "scare" them back into their pen.

So I mounted my bike and moved forward. They followed me, I got scared and cycled faster.

I looked back and they were chasing me! Imagine cycling on your bike, you look back and a herd of goats were chasing you! But then there was a gutter, I didn't hit the breaks on time and just ran into it ( without falling though) when I looked back to see the goats, afraid they were going to attack me but suprisingly they were just standing there staring at me.. I soon figured out that those goats had the follow the leader instict. but my "you know where" was still aching.

Mesto

I cannot bear to think of it.
Every wasted second of pressing the keys, finding the notes.
A song, composed by me, just for him.
The perfection of his face gets my heart racing.
Everytime he walks by, I stop breathing.
How his eyes glistens as he looks around to find that other girl...
Oh, how I regret liking him, but I cannot seem to stop thinking of him.
Why is it so easy to fall in love, but not fall out?
I hoped that someday I could play this song for him,
But I see now,
That day will never come...

well, that was cheesy, corny and mushy.
But hey, that's how I'm feeling at the moment.
yeah...... awkward....