The White Cross

She stared at the rusty white gate. She looked down at the parcel she was holding. It was wrapped in newspaper. As if the parcel was a talisman giving her strength, she pushed open the gate as much as the rust allowed and walked through.

"I wonder which one it is. Oh god. I dont want to leave it on the wrong one". Her thoughts were racing. She walked towards the far end of the cemetary. The numerous crosses that marked the final resting place of each person there, didnt have any markings.

Some were large and some were smaller. most of them were the same brown wood, fairly old. Some graves had grave stones. Some had flowers and others laid bare. Some crosses were ornately carved and others were simple.

But each marked the place of a person. Someone who was once loved.
which one was the one she needed to find?

Year End Review

Year end review 2013

Yay! I've had this blog for two whole years now.

It's been two years of writing monthly. Two years of expressing my thoughts and ideas, and knowing that I have done it to the best of my abilities. But its time i take things a step forward.

So this year, I'm going to put out short stories. Or my daily antics as short stories. I need to practice other forms of writing. Of course i will continue my irregular columns such as Sunday book review and Stories from my scandalous life. but the latter will be told differently. I can do better and  i will. I want to spend mroe time on posts rather than just hammering away at a key  board. This blog has always been my personal endeavor at improving my writing and its time to move forward.

Happy New Year, everybody!

Who I Am

I recently came across all my school certificates and medals. There are various kinds from all the way back in 2003. Ten years ago. Finding those awards really made me think about all the changes that have happened in ten years.

Ten years ago, I was in third grade. In 2003 I was a very reserved child. Yes, I was shy but I have to insist that I was a reserved person because I didn't like fraternizing much. I have always been an introvert.  Back then, I used to make a HUGE tantrum about going to school. I never wanted to go. I didn't like my classmates, I usually liked my teachers and my study material but I never liked going to school. Maybe I had an extended version of the Monday Blues all week long. I'm still not sure. But all I knew when I was that young was that I didn't like school. 

This shy girl is from 2006

I wasn't the type of girl who had many friends. Even to this day, I have very few friends. I was a judgmental child, very defensive and I disliked any rowdiness from other children. As a result, no one really liked me. Who could blame them? I was the one who thought she was better than them. And I frequently showed it. So I quietly settled in with my books. Fiction was my friend. While I was immersed in fiction, I felt understood. I felt like I belonged. All through my elementary and middle school years, I spent my breaks with my nose in a book. I read at every interval i found; in the bus, in free periods and sometimes during P.E. Even today, I love to read. 

Stories from my scandalous life -II

Whenever I go to the supermarket, I always tend to buy a lot of items I do not need or forget to buy items that I needed quite badly. This time, I decided to conquer this flaw of mine by writing up a grocery list!

I spent quite a lot of time on this list. I went through recipes, menus and my kitchen to discover what I was missing. I went through new recipes I'd like to try so that I wouldn't ever need anything. I had written the master of all grocery lists by the time I was done. My scrawly handwriting had panned over three pages of notepaper (about three times the length of a post it). I was sure I had forgotten nothing. I was proud of myself for actually planning something correctly. 

So when Bob asked me what I was up to, I told her I was writing a grocery list and I sent her picture (cos y'know.. THAT's big news). Her reply was immediate. And humbling. 

"What is this grocery list for? The Great Flood?" 

The Dead zone - Rant

Four times a week I take a biology tuition class. The class is at 6AM so as expected, we're sleepy puppies in that class.
Recently our teacher has started with revision. He's constantly testing and questioning us.  I go into this class expecting an air of competitiveness and excitement. Its a 6 AM class! I wouldnt go at 6 AM if I wasnt going to participate. I'd go for another class at a later time.

Usually I have my friends there but on the rare occasion that I am alone, that class is a dead class. Everybody is a zombie! They sit still and make random jerking motions. They have blank, lifeless stares .  They GRUNT.

All we have to do is pick A, B, C or D. Thats it!  Its a one in four chance that you're right. Those odds are pretty good. But the creepers just give Sir stares full of bewilderment. Grunt occasionally. Breathe heavily at each other like reanimated Darth Vaders. And say absolutely nothing while the rest of us get lost in the silence.

And if you're not going to say anything at least back off of me. Dont invade my personal space and then spew your rotten morning breath into my face. You might just find out exactly how prepared I am for a zambie apocalypse. HACK AND SLASH!