On Eagles' Wings

We'd been planning this for a long time now. We'd been preparing for it -- mentally, physically, emotionally. We'd brought our weapons: Armour, sturdy shield and sharp pointy spears. We were ready to conquer the world ! Okay, not really. We were just going for a short hike up Broga Hills, in Semenyih. We'd been planning it for about a week, set the date for the 28th, a Monday. We were not really prepared for the tough trail and steep slopes. We were all pretty out of shape, panting even as we had just begun. =.= There were no armours, shields or spears. Just track bottoms, shoes, small towels and snacks. Broga Hills Everywhere (well, at least on FB) everyone was hyping about Broga Hills, known for its spectacular view of the sunset at the peak. So many of my friends had gone there and back with no problem at all. All girls, for that matter. So, it should be no big deal, right? I mean, I've even gone jungle trekking up Gunung Datuk

I am not a football fan. Never was. I never did get what all the fuss was about, 11 men streaking across a field, fighting for possession of a rather small, insignificant ball. I never did get all the loud, crazy shouting and the cheering (and the swearing) that more often than not, disturbed my beauty sleep. (Even if I were not asleep by that time, it annoyed me all the same >.<) I would declare: "I don't like football." And my brother would challenge me: "Have you even watched football?" *pause* Then he'd tell me: "How can you say you hate something you don't know anything about?" He was right. I knew zilch about football, yet I claim to hate it. Why? And so I made a new resolution. With the World Cup this year (and during my 2 months holiday at that), I thought I would make an effort to, well, get it . I followed the qualifying rounds, watched as many matches as I could (which is a limited precious few since I don't have Astro an

I could NOT believe that we had been college mates and friends for like two years now, and we have NOT crashed May Lee's place ! How unfathomable ! *gasps* We've crashed Chrissy's place in PJ for her 21st birthday, but not May Lee's new house in Subang Jaya. The injustice , right? I know ! So of course we invited ourselves over to May Lee's house for a sleepover. :) "Hey babe, let's have a sleepover at your place ! How's 23rd for you?" "Oh-kay babe, let me ask ma mummeh first !" After a week of "Oopsie, I forgot !" and "I'll ask her at dinner, I promise !" we were set for the Invasion-of-SJ@MayLee's-place on the 23rd of June. :) I was excited . Like, really excited. It was so exciting ! Wouldn't you be excited ? :D Not exactly my first time in SJ - my cousins stay in USJ 14 (I think.) (Or was it SS14? These names are so confusing ! I give up *throws hands up in air* >.<), nor is th

My first home-cooked dinner ! On the menu: Dish #1 Mixed vegetables consisting of cauliflower, capsicum, corn, carrots and chicken gizzard, with garlic seasoning :) Dish #2 Onion omelette (one of my most favourite omelettes !) It doesn't look aesthetically nice, but it tasted fineeee (really !) :P Dish #3 Prawn fritters - fresh prawns dipped in batter and deep-fried. I had a craving for these for a long time, which actually gave me the motivation to cook dinner myself ! So thanks to these babies, my family had the privilege of tasting wonderful dishes cooked by my hand ! What an honour ! :D Comments: Everybody (read: my immediate family) said it was pretty good :) Overall, I think it was a success ! :D Nobody had stomach trouble after dinner that day, or the next. So I would say that proves that my cooking is safe for consumption ! *teehee* On another attempt : I cooked meatloaf. What is that , you ask? Well, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure. I got the idea from watching

I know what I am thinking is just plain silly. I know that I should not be feeling this way. But I've come to realize that the heart is one hell of a stubborn kid, ain't it? >.< It just won't do what I know should be done ! So I suppress it. Ignore it. I tell myself, "Stop it, you idiot. Why make yourself suffer more?" "Stop being such a petty freak !" "You're acting like 4-year-old !" What on Earth is the matter with me? It's so tough. It's so tough. It's so tough. It's so tough. It's so tough. It's so tough. It's so tough. Some days are good days. Some days are just, bad . On the bad days, it's really hard. On the good days, I worry about how long this will actually last. Sometimes I just feel like I want to lock myself in my room. Lock myself in my room, and then cry. Just cry an

My heart is thumping in my ears, hard. I can hear it in my head - dup, dup, dup . It's strange that the beating of your heart can be so distracting. I think of something. Thumping again . I lose my train of thought. I ball my fists tight in frustration. I squeeze my eyes shut, rock myself back and forth, as if the rhythm would somehow bring inspiration. Come on, come on !!! I scribble furiously, my right hand flying across the paper, left to right, left to right. My handwriting has turned from acceptable to hardly legible . Even I had trouble deciphering my own handwriting. But I could not afford to bother about that now. Every few minutes I glance up in front of me. The large silver clock looked ominous, intimidating, with its second hand ticking diligently, indifferent to my suffering. It taunted me, You are running out of time ! You'll never make it ! My hand starts shivering. My writing goes out of alignment. But I do not care. My urgent aim is to write as