The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

Dance, lady Dance your sorrows away Smile and laugh Leap and twirl No one shall know your pain. Dance, lady Let the tear fall from your pretty face down your ruby lips Taste the salt and smile. Dance, lady Let the swishing skirts the ringing bells Hide the breaking heart No one shall know your pain. Dance, lady. Dance. (Note: this was spontaneously done...born from an observation and penned by a desire to ...comfort) As usual, no copy and paste. =)

Yeah, it’s been awhile. The makings of a perfect weekend have just begun. First off, I finally got to play around in the kitchen. I made jam-Mulberry jam. What berry? This: Yes, we grow that in our garden. In fact, it’s the only plant that’s really thriving in our place; which is rather ironic because it’s not a local plant. What, we kill out starfruits but the mulberries survive?? Strange world. Anyway, the tradition is, Arnan plants and trims the mulberry plants, I pick the berries and make the jam. The last time I made jam, it ended up in a very very sweet syrup, due to the lack of pectin. According to a recipe I found on the internet, we don’t need pectin, but somehow it just didn’t work out. Why didn’t I use pectin last time? Because we couldn’t find any. No one here seems to sell it. And we were having boxes upon boxes of mulberries in our fridge so….well we had to do something before they all grow rotten. But this time, I have pectin thanks to Uncle Chin Keong who came bac...

My shoes are officially...busted. The strap broke at church today. As you can see, i keep my shoes for a very very very very very long time...notice the uh, peeling of the soles. But i liked them lots cuz they weren't slippery, which is a very good thing for a clutz like me as i can fall down on an even floor. Also, i have such a difficult time finding shoes that i like, so i tend to keep them longer. I don't just pick the latest fashion and all that. It has to fulfill all sorts of criteria. Ask my family and they'd tell you how many shops it'd take to find me a proper shoe. I think i kept them for what, three years? Not bad for an RM10.00 pasar malam quality shoe. Rather good bargain actually. Though of course most ppl don't wear their shoes for this long. I'd miss it..i don't think they sell this style anymore..ha. Randomness abounds. Sorry. Back to homework. Oh, and i prefer my old blogskin. Unfortunately, i can't change it back. Some updating on ...

Frustrating is the word. Right now, I have three stories and of course, the blog posts you have been waiting for bouncing in my head. Yes, bouncing. For the past three weeks, they have been pestering me. “Write me! Write me!” and all that. And I can’t can’t can’t CAN’T write any of them because……….. PENGAJIAN AM ASSIGNMENT. I hate you….*snarls* Ok, no, I don’t. But I just turn the “evil eye” on anything that stops me writing. Which would include Maths, Chemistry and tuition homework. Or maybe I should turn the “evil eye” at myself. Because I’m the one making myself sit down and do homework right? But what do you expect me to do, NOT do my homework? *pauses to contemplate* Impossible. Ah, sweet discipline. Aren’t you all so PROUD of me? Ugh. And so the stories continue to bounce. ARGH. And the “evil eye” continues to glare at every annoying thing in sight. Maybe I should just give up, and my PA teacher would be oh so glad to know that he’s right about me. Oh you don’t know about that? Y...

hey. i can't write. yet. just busy now...suddenly so many things cropped up! Though i suppose you're wndering why i still hv time to go online...haha. this is more of a shoutout to gabrielle..........never saw a comment that was one sentence yet with wat...6 lines???? haha c ya.

so sorry i can't write abt the NZ trip. I'm sure most of you are wondering what happened and aren't too happy with my extremely "satisfactory" replies of ok, fine or great. hopefully i can type something out this weekend but currently i've got a lot (i think...a hundred plus) of math questions overdue, and i got pengajian am work, and i want to rewrite my chem and PA notes cuz they're so awful. And i want to study and catch up with what i've missed during the trip because i feel very very stupid now. I'm really really sorry. F6 is ok, getting used to it, but still a struggle. Write more later. Haih. Got to go. How's everyone else?

Wanted to write the way i felt about things...but it was somehow difficult. So I did the way i knew best-story form. It's a bit messy and..strange, and maybe a bit emotional, but i think it serves the purpose. i think. Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl dreamt dreams, read books, looked at the world around her and thought a very big-girl thought: “The world seems to be a very sad place. I wish I can change it.” One Sunday, her teacher taught her about the twelve Disciples, great men who served the King. The teacher told her that these men were all very ordinary people, just like her. “And do you know what they did?” the teacher asked. When no answer came, he took a miniature globe and turned it upside down. “That’s what they did.” The little girl’s eyes bulged. “They really did that?” “Yes, and you can too; if you believe and trust in the King.” The little girl thought of nothing but that, dreamt of nothing but that, and holding the globe that the teacher g...