Home

It is an irresistible thought,
Keep occupying my mind,
A thought of going back to home,
A place where love and affection is overflowing.

I wish I was home,
The place where I belong,
The place where
Treachery, hatred and jealousy are not seen.

I wish I was home,
It cleanses me with raindrops, be nurtured,
Washing all the negative qualities built up within me
By this insanely decadent modern world;
It cleanses me with wind, be humble,
Making me bend into leaning,
Like it does to the tall grass.

I wish I was home,
I am not running away from home,
Just that I have
Goals to pursue in my life,
An opportunity to learn to grow up independently.

I wish I was home,
I am engaged in the middle of crossroad,
Between hope and despair,
All I need is a direction,
A direction where the home can guide me to,
A direction of going home.

I wish I was home,
The miles are getting longer it seems,
The closer I get to my home;
The shorter the distance heading to my home,
The higher the joys hopping in my heart.

Personal Experience- Drrrrrrrum

Our opening pose

Our ending pose

‘Pom… Pom… Pom…Pom…’ is the thunderous sound that we can often hear at the time from 5pm to 7pm, almost for everyday when the annual Chinese New Year Night is looming around the corner. Some people may find this sound is irritating or even see it as a kind of sound pollution. But for me, it is a very rhythmic sound that invigorates me after attending the class for whole day.

I am a 24 seasons drum team member who is passionate about playing drum. Initially, I went to play drum was merely for the sake of fun. After the practice, I was physically exhausted, my limbs like almost being torn apart. So, I have decided to not going ever since.

Few months later, after the audition for CNY night performers, someone has dropped the bomb shell to me, informing me that I was chosen to be in the drum team. I was miserable that I got chosen and thought of quitting it as I know that this is not an easy performance. It is a very time and energy consuming practice.  I went to the first practice.  After that, I felt that it was quite fun playing drum. I had watched the amazing drum performances before in my secondary school, played by my school drum team girls (as my secondary school is a girl school with zero boy students), I enjoy watching it and I wish I could be one of them too.  In the end, I have decided to give myself an opportunity to try this new thing in my life. I believe in myself that I am able to play the drum well although it seemed like a mission impossible for me. After all I still got the chance to perform on the stage without being alone. 

Until now, I have no regret of joining drum team as I really find that there is loads of fun in playing drum. I thought i could not play well because I feel like my body and limbs are really not able to coordinate very well and some of the steps are really hard to be memorized. The saying ‘practice makes perfect’ is very apt. I did practice very hard even in my room. Finally I was able to play the whole sequence with the minimal mistakes during the performance. It was extremely tiring and I have spent a lot of precious time on practicing it, yet my final result for that semester is better than the previous semester. :) I think that those sacrifice is worthy because I do enjoyed every moment when all the drum team members gathered around, together we cracked jokes, crapped a lot and laughed like a lunatic after the exhausting practises. The whole practice is full of bruises, injuries, wounds, depresses, laughter, joys and happiness which make it very unforgettable.

me and my drum

my drum

Listen, the sea is breathing….

Everything is quiet at the seashore, except the endless silvery waves lapping hungrily at the sand, and then receding like an ever-swinging pendulum, perpetually.  The sea is indistinguishable from the sky at the horizon, except the sea is slightly creased as if a silky cloth has wrinkles on it. The palm trees sway gracefully following the soft rhythm of the breeze, enjoying deeply and mesmerized by the lullaby sung by the sea. The air is filled with the tangy taste of brine and the tropical heat is bathed with the soothing coolness of the breeze. The general atmosphere is one of tranquility.

The sea is my safe house. I feel at peace whenever I look at the sea. The breeze is like my mother’s arms, gently cuddling me with warmth, comforting me whenever I am upset, depressed and hurt by anything around me. As I listen, the breeze whispers to me, encouraging me to be tougher, armed me with strength and force to fight against any tiny, or even gigantic obstacles in my life. As I walk along the shore, my bare feet sink softly into the sand and within a few seconds, the footprints are soon effaced by the waves. It is like the waves have carried and effaced all the worries, anxieties and grieves that had once etched my mind.
It melts the sorrows and fears that haunted me. The birds are chirping away on the trees nearby. One bird chirps high up, another chirps lower down. The joyful melody of the birds is slowly draining away the irritating thoughts and grieves from my mind. Looking and listening to the sea is certainly refreshes and invigorates a person. It gives me renewed energy to face life and its enormous challenges! 

Shhhhh… Listen quietly…..

A Vacation To Remember

The trip to Redang Island was memorable and unforgettable. We decided to have a break right after the final exam on this island.

It was a 3 day 2 night trip. I was totally attracted by the breathtaking scenery on this island. The sea is crystal clear and it comes in tones.

This was the first time I experienced snorkeling, taking a peek of the marine lives. It is so amazing that there is another different world on the earth other than the land. I have always been afraid of getting into deep water. When the wave hit me, my body was floating with the face facing upward. I was terrified, screaming “Help! Help!” as if I were drowning. My friends laughed at me for that. 

My 21st birthday fell on the second day of our trip. This island witnessed me officially turning into an adult. This was the first time I celebrated my birthday away from my hometown in Penang Island. I celebrated it on another island instead. My friends gave me a surprise by preparing a pile of Apollo layered cakes with a candle to replace birthday cake. It was a simple yet creative ‘birthday’ cake. Initially, they pretended not knowing about my birthday. They sing birthday song to me at the sea shore, under the bright moonlight, with the sea breeze caressing our face. Such moment must be cherished and treasured.

For the first time, I went for jungle trekking with slippers. I noticed there are many torn slippers were abandoned along the track. I worried that my slippers would have torn too, I should have wear sport shoes at first. Luckily, everything went on smoothly throughout the journey. There is another view of the sea at the end if the trek.

Before leaving the island, I bought some souvenirs for myself and friends. Since there are a lot of my first-time happening on this island, the sweet memories will always being kept in my heart.

The first hello

Hello… this is my first blog and today is my first day of writing blog. ^^ Honestly, I’ll never think of blogging, this thought has never strike my mind even for a second. I’d never think of doing so because I am no expert of English, each sentence is full of grammatical errors, not very able to use sophisticated words, get all those tenses mixed up and etc. I'll try my best to make it better. But I do believe that my writing is better my speaking, that is why I chose to be in the creative writing class.

Two days ago, I have created this blog. Yesterday, I was trying to upload my essay to the blog. Somehow my post cannot be saved and it said ‘post was not saved due to form errors’. I don’t even know there is a ‘correct’ form to post a blog. I’ve tried many times still cannot succeed, really frustrated with it. Finally, I gave up. There are so many complications in the world of computer, which is why I only love using computer to play computer games and watch dramas.

To be honest, I create this blog is because of our English teacher ask us to do so. But I might take this blog as a platform to sharpen my English language skills; perhaps it might be a chance for me to cultivate my creativity too. Let’s go creative!!