The Tall Glass of Water

A tall, beautiful cylindrical glass
made by the finest craftsman,
filled with
lucid water
from the faraway Alps,
is sitting precariously
on the edge of
a big, brown round
oak table.

A perilous position;
that a gentle but startling shake
is capable
of leading it to its fall.

Water will spill
drop by drop
like tears
rolling down
from a rosy cheek
and the glass
shattered into million pieces.

Oh!
How terrible is that!
I wonder what I can do
as I do not want
the work of the great craftsman
to come
to a horrendous end
because this is not its telo;
and the water
not a single drop
should be wasted.

Zhat iz Zo Zat...and Zad

October 4 was supposed to be an auspicious day...and it was...only for the later half of the day.

In the morning, I took my first official ZAT test and to be frank, I think I kinda screwed it...
*muka sad*

Ah well...I'll just have to say bye bye and kiss my ZAT selamat tinggal...now, I'm pondering whether should I retake the ZAT in December...*hmmphh*

So, I am currently at my aunt's place...haha...it's just so good to find an escapade after the torment which I had gone through for the past few months. Yeah, I know...TOEFL is up next but...

haih...

I really wanna go shopping!!!

Zhi Zhu

Humans are greedy.

They are never satisfied with whatever they possessed - money, fame, power, talents, abilities et cetera. All that their eyes could see is what other people possessed, what others have. They are sometimes, jealous at the sight of what others have and start questioning God why they can't have that.

They are always envious of others.

"Oh, why can't I just draw as well as her?"
"Oh, why can't I just be as smart as him?"
"Oh, why can't I just cook as well as her?"
"Oh, why can't I just be as handsome as him?"
"Oh, why can't I just be as rich as Bill Gates?"

I believe wholeheartedly that this series of why can continue running till the next century. Wanna know why?

That's because humans never learn how to be zhi zhu....

What happened?

I could still recall vividly the perplexed look on my teacher's lightly tanned face.

When I went up to her with a small smile on my face, she was, well, quite delighted to see me. "Don't worry Keat Yee. I'm sure your result is fine," she said as her hands quickly ran through the stack of result slips on the table. I was prepared for the worst.

Then, all of a sudden, the initial delighted face was morphed into a face confused with questions. Lots of them, in fact.

"Oh...Here is your slip. Er...still very good result..." Puan Elizabeth thought she could have hidden her distraught but her tone gave her away.

A2...for English GCE 'O'...

I couldn't believe what my eyes told me. The pretty alphabet of A and the ugly number of 2.

Thoughts of "This couldn't be it...A2???" kept flowing into my mind. Tears were definitely building up but I remembered trying very hard to swallow them back bitterly. I did not want my Mummy to see my cry because it had been a long time since I last cried in front of her. Besides, two of my classmates, Mirosha and SukNing were around and I surely did not want them to see me cry either because the KeatYee that they knew was a strong girl who could never be dropping pearls of tears.

I also remembered how I kept telling my Mummy, "Yea...I'm pretty pleased...haha, not bad after all...but my English GCE'O'...A2 wor...A2 wor..."

The journey home felt longer than usual. I called my Dad on his cell to tell him about my result and I attempted not to grumble to him regarding that miserable A2 on my slip.

Thankfully, I succeeded in doing so. But upon returning home, I simply could not get that out of my mind. I contemplated about it when I went to the loo. I contemplated about it too when I was helping my Mummy in the kitchen, which almost resulted in scalded fingers (I was about to fried some fish and the oil was boiling hot, ok?). Even before dozing off, I continued thinking about it.

Conclusion?

Either I screwed up my Section 2 essay (I actually chose to write a narrative about my childhood memory , instead of my usual cup of tea, to write argumentatively on some fun topic) or someone had keyed in the score wrongly. Maybe even a couple of silly grammar errors too (I was well-known for my ability to meddle up my grammars when I was nervous...but, most of the time, I only had an average of 4 to 5 grammar errors per essay).

Albeit profoundly intended to waste 50 bucks to recheck my result for English GCE 'O', I did not end up doing so because I did not people going around calling me kiasu. I kept repeating to myself that it's equally hard to score an A2 for GCE 'O' and that there's probably another bunch of kids who were deeply saddened because they did not manage to score even an A for it (read: Be grateful and thankful-lah).

A few days ago, I was chatting with a friend about our SPM results. She did not believe me too when I told her I got an A2 for my GCE 'O'.

Friend: You kiddin' me izit?
Me : No lah. I really got that-lah...
Friend: Wei, how come like that one...my classmate ar also got A1 for her GCE 'O' but she can't
even write properly leh and her English worse than mine some more ar...
Me : O_o

And that's when fury got the better of me. I started asking myself questions. If my friend really meant what she said, then why did I ever got that grade? How come she (my friend's friend) got A1 but not me? What have I done to deserve that A2? Why did it happen? Why didn't I just waste that 50 bucks to check back my scores?

I may sound arrogant (and sour) if I say this out but...how come someone who can write better in English did not receive a much deserving A1 than someone who can not write properly in English? Isn't it obvious that there is something wrong here? (read: HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOO)

I am confused. Although the A2 did not affect much of my scholarship chances (thank god I managed to secure that), but I was actually troubled by it. For the past couple of months after knowing the results, I could not help it but to question my proficiency in English, especially in writing. I started doubting myself and experiencing this tinge of regret in me (for not choosing to write an argumentative essay, for not paying the National Accreditation Board 50 bucks to check my results and for not going to paid English tutorials during my secondary school life).

I can only hope that I could gain back my confidence in English and also to prove that, hey, my English is superb too!!!

English English

Aigoo...I feel like jumping out of the window-lah now...
I never knew writing could be such physically and mentally draining.
It's as if my brains sap are being sucked out dry by one of those brain-sapping monsters while some cannibals are skinning me alive with cleavers or huge scissors.

Sigh...

I thought English was fun...*sob sob*

The Most Anticipated Drama of the Year

As Hong Kong's people are catching "Jia Hao Yue Yuan" (known in Cantonese as Ga Hou Yuet Yoon), the latest TVB series in town, Malaysians are given the treat of watching Malaysianised version of it.

So many conspiracies are involved, so much dramas...*plot cerita yang amat mendebarkan*

Malaysians should really be catching up with the show everyday as each episodes promises more fury, more actions and definitely more dramas... By the way, according to a reliable source, DSAI, the drama will be peaking soon.
















To be honest with you, if you're a true blue Malaysian, you should really watch it-lah.
Don't play play ar.

So folks, have you bought enough pop corns and other TV snacks?

I should seriously contemplate before posting any foolish or ninny post here.

I seriously do not want to end up like RPK or Jeff Ooi.

But...

This is MY BLOG!!!

MINE!!!

Couldn't I be having the ultimate command of it? Couldn't I write what I wanted? Couldn't I just lament on my own blog?

What-lah!??

No speech freedom at all...
Haih...