Haylo

WHAT? I only needed THIS much???

2008-10-19T01:01:48-04:00

I got my theory results. And now, I freakin' need to crush someone..... No, I didn't fail.

I got a distinction. A 96. I got wrong ONE question. Just ONE!!!!! I could have killed someone right now...........

I got wrong the word ARCO. What in the world is ARCO????? Don't know, so that's why I was WRONG.

There was one question which I didn't know the answer and just winged it. It said something about the highest pitch or something like that, I winged and wrote THE TRIANGLE. And I was actually right...... hmmm...maybe I should do that more often.

Someone needs to be blamed for this. if I got a 100, I'd be getting cold, hard cash right now!!!! *sobs*

Birthday Bash!

2008-09-05T11:33:55-04:00

Lots and lots of my friends' birthdays are coming up. It's pretty nice, getting the presents wrapped, giving to them, trying your best smile and say Happy Birthday. But if you kicked it up a notch, it gets better....

Today, Friday is my friend's birthday. She's a great girl, awesome and everything, but she gets teased by her friends so so very often. But her temper rises and vanishes in a flash, so it's no hard feelings. She's cool.

We gave some money, and bought her a fruit cake. (We're not supposed to eat in class, but we came early, so what else?) We gave her presents, cards and a lot of birthday wishes.

Someone wrote up the white board stating that it was her birthday, and there was a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY shoutout for her. How fun!

There was one last piece of fruit cake, everyone was full. So, the birthday girl has to eat it. We had the wicked gleam in our eyes, and she suspected we would do something to tease her. So, she went off behind the door and ate the cake.

We rushed to her side, singing happy birthday. Someone started it first. Another girl friend placed her finger on the icing and smeared it on the birthday girl's face. And that started it. We started pushing the cake onto her face, the icing and alll.

She was ok, laughing. We had such a great time. Until the teacher came in, and she was still wearing an icing beard......good thing is, that the teacher never saw it....

Birthday on the Moon Cake Festival!

2008-09-05T00:42:04-04:00

My friend's birthday is on the 14th of September.
It's in the Chinese Calender that it's August 15.
And when it's August 15, it's moon cake festival time!

I don't know if any of you have eaten moon cakes,
but I sure have!
They're small, little bigger than palm size.
It can be made with brown crust or jellies.

Usually, it's brown crusts. Jellies aren't that good.
The filling has various options.
You could have durian flavour,
lotus seed,
corn,
yam etc.
They're really good.

My friend said that she would be having a moon cake the size of a normal cake.
That could be really big.

When I was younger,
we used to go around the house,
cycling with our lanterns in one hand.
We played with the candles,
it was so cute,
with pink, blue and yellow.

It's just plain fun,
except I think I'd be to big to play with the lanterns anymore.
Well, it'll be fun all the same!

Ordinary Miracles

2008-08-31T05:03:55-04:00

Today is Independence Day here in Malaysia.
Unfortunately,
I caught a bad case of an early morning cold.
*sniffle*sniffle*

I felt like a total wreck.
I'm pulling myself here and there,
a tissue in my hand.
I felt dizzy,
and I walked like a drunk.
(don't ask)

I've taken some medicine,
and of course,
you'd get sleepy.

I crashed on the bed,
and sure enough,
I fell asleep.

I woke up at about 4pm.
My windows were open,
the sun is shining outside,
it's breezy in my room.
I couldn't help but smile.

I could hear the birds chirping.
I didn't want to get up from bed though.
Listening to all these,
it's simply beautiful.
Ordinary Miracles.

I stayed in bed for a couple more minutes.
Thankfully,
my cold is finished.
I couldn't hear anything outside of my door,
which makes it so calm and quiet.

Only now that I have experienced ordinary miracles.
These ordinary miracles are something you see everyday.
Too often, people don't stop and enjoy these miracles.
everyone is rushing to keep up the pace with the ever fast moving world.

If we hurry and not stop to take a look at these miracles,
maybe someday,
they would be gone.
And we wouldn't get to see them again.

Detective Haylo ;)

2008-08-30T10:24:22-04:00

A friend asked me to find out something.
She said she didn't know who was the person.
But this person has been bugging her lately.
Posting her tel number on the internet,
on a website called DiDaDee.com.

I don't know what to make of it.
I went up to the website,
but there never seemed to be a place to put tel numbers or comments of anything else.

But I'll try.
(I'd get carried away with this)
I'm student turned detective.
I'll help her,
I accept her case.
Call me if you have any new information, kay?

This mysterious person,
let's call him/her MP.
MP had called my friend before.
And of course,
you get phones that show the numbers already.
The number wasn't from our state though.

I'd say that MP is just doing these things randomly.
She doesn't know whose phone number she posted,
and she thought if there was a phone number like this,
she'd try to call.
If she didn't have anything to say on the phone,
she'd bad mouth.
That's just my theory.

Cuz from my friend,
I know that she's never been to places out of our state.
(MP doesn't know her name)
And she only had logged on to this website
two or three years ago.
So I think it's some random girl,
calling her.

If it's not,
I shouldn't get invovled in it any longer.
Someone told my friend that she should call the police,
if the girl was still bugging her.
And now,
I'd be poking into business that I'm not allowed to be in,
Call me nosy.

Three Wishes.....

2008-08-29T11:26:38-04:00

A friend asked me, if I had three wishes, what would it be. I thought for a while and said, 1, I'd become a doctor (I've almost convinced myself to do it), 2 I wouldn't pass out or throw up if I'd see red dripping blood and 3,......hmmm.....it's a little harder. I could always wish for more wishes, but that'd be greedy.
So I said I'd wish for classy, Victorian mansion....the older, the better. She just smiled.

Then she asked me, why do I want to be a doctor? I could be a nurse, she had said. Does that sound familliar? Someone on Thoughts told me the same thing. (If you're reading this, you know who you are)

I asked why does she want me to be a nurse. And she just giggled and said I would deny. Deny what? So I pressed her on, and she said, "Well, being a nurse can be attractive and *cough*cough* sexy."

That's flattering. (Continue) "You have a perfect body. (Gross ), why don't you be a model?" (Grosser)

Perfect body? Me? No way. Sure, I denied it. Even if I did have a perfect body, I would never be a model. 1, I'm a clutz. I trip a lot. 2 No way am I putting on make up. I'd hate it. I feel really weird. 3 I can use my brains in other professions. I think models are just instructed to do what they are to do, no brains are used. Mine would get rusty.

My friend tries to convince me. She says models are paid highly, and I could do it as a part time job, if I wanted to do others involving my brains. I still said no, I was never interested.

With or without a nice body, (gross to say), I'd make up my mind to be a doctor, if that is I overcome my fear of blood...

I Did It! :D

2008-08-29T07:32:50-04:00

Not to brag or anything but....I DID IT!

I sucessfully finished the two projects in time! I am so relieved.......In fact, I did the Moral project in record time (I think) 1 hour. I kept hurrying myself.

The Geography project is also finished. Thanks to a lot of help from my friends who gave me the notes. How good to just feel the work rolling away from your mind.....

I came to school today like a freak. I kept smiling, even though people think there is not much to smile about. I felt absolutely, entirely HAPPY.

My hand is still very very sore from writing, but hey, it's ok. Except when my history teacher graded our excercises. I remembered that she specifically said to redo the mistakes thrice. And with my aching hand, oh how hard....

Then someone said that we needn't do thrice. Excuse me????I wasted my energy. time etc to do triple the corrections. Can't anyone tell me earlier? *Sigh*

Everything would be fine. I have a day off on Monday from school since it is Independence Day. So, I'll have to recheck my homework, and see if I missed something I was supposed to do.

I don't want to work on the last minute again. But with that worries and stuff, it makes you push harder to finish the work. If I prepared earlier, I'd probably be really slow.......

Crazy School Reopenings.....:(

2008-08-27T23:46:42-04:00

School started out nice, cool, peaceful....

Until my teacher told us to do two projects, two essays, one on Olympics and another which I written badly. If I don't hand both projects in by tomorrow (Friday), I'd get a slip.

My average marks are 0, but if I toll it up to 50, I'd get expelled. My disiplin is no problem, but if I get a slip for everyday I didn't pass up my projects, I'd be doomed.

I ordered photos from a friend who went to the site where the project was supposed to take place, we needed the photos to paste inside the project book. One photo is like 40 cents. People here are so mean, we're just kids. She counted the money on road fare etc...

We need three maps. Two which I have, and another which I don't. I am so mad, to who? I don't know. I'm just mad. And my English teacher said we needed to find Independence Day Poems for a Poem Recital competition.

Plus, it's not American poems, she wants Malaysian poems. I looked every corner of the Internet last night, soring my eyes, and none. So I'd have to make do with American poems. I changed the country's name to Malaysia. (Sorry, no offense, but I'm desparate.)

I think the author is Joanne Fuchs or something. I got two, one's called the Tyranny or something and another is about soldiers doing their job. I am so tired.....

Last night was interesting, I was in tuition from 8-10pm. In between, my teacher's daughter yells for her. The scream is like, plain agonizing or something. We didn't think any of it anymore.

Until my teacher came back down and said that there was the Tanjung Lumpur case on the news again. She says it's five cases daily. Tanjung Lumpur is a small village in our town, farther out to the sea. There's a secondary school there too.

Well, there's been about minimum 35 sightings of an 'orang bunian' (elves) Don't laugh, but it's true. The kids there can see them. Long ears, magic powers? Maybe. I don't know, but I surely don't want to see one.

The Tanjung Lumpur Secondary School is shutting down, due to these weird happenings. *shivers* I never knew that there were elves there. My teacher says some people are 'gifted' to see them. Whether it's a gift or a curse, I don't know.

A 17 year old stopped my teacher from saying anymore. She said she can't sleep at night when her mother told her about it. I slept ok that night, but when I was alone in the kitchen in the morning, washing the dishes, I feel really scared. Call me a chicken. But I'm scared.

This is so weird......elves.....imagine if you've seen them....I'd pass out in fright. :(

Us Against The World

2008-08-24T02:42:59-04:00

Westlife's song, us against the world. Can anyone believe that they actually wrote it by themselves? They used to sing other people's songs, cuz they thought if they made their own songs, it'll be crud.

Us Against the world is a good song, sweet. About lovers, against everyone else but themselves. It's like saying, if you only got this special girl/guy, you don't care about the rest of the world, even if the world doesn't approve of what you're doing.

I love this meaning. It's like, you know it's love. You know you're in love, and the guy/girl loves you back. And you don't give a thought to other people of what they're thinking about you and him/her. Against the world....how sweet....

WESTLIFE!

Bum Bum Blues

2008-08-23T10:44:08-04:00

I know I shouldn't take things for granted but this holiday week had been great, a little bored, a little reading, and a little computer....

But I just wish I could get another whole week of fun....School blues....bum bum blues....(don't ask me why I wrote that, I just feel blue) Yes, I was bored. But hey, what's a little boredom?

School is starting on Monday again...we have projects to finish before the end of August. A geography one, a moral one and a chinese one on Olympics. I don't get why we have to do these anyway. We should concentrate on exams....

The once excitement of holiday is long gone and replaced by the dread of going to school. Going back to school ain't bad, but I need sometime on my own right now. I don't want to have any contacts on any friends, just me, myself and I.

Of course, that'll never happen. I have tuitions, which my friends went to....and Nick. Friends calls up the telephone to talk...which I cut short everytime....I don't feel like the let's get together mood right now....bummer....

And I get occupied with tons of books right now. National Treasure 2 book of secrets have published a story book based on the movie. As me, a National Treasure fan, I could never resist not to buy it, even though I saw the movie....

Plus, the book's juicer. Maybe the movie had deleted scenes from the book, like when Ben is on a ship with Abigail trying to find some evidence of KGC. Too bad it was cut out of the movie, the thought of the two on the deck together....how....nice

Another series of National Treasure books are out, these are from like way past to Ben's ancestors, which I don't know if it's any good since I'm reading another book. The house sitter, almost like CSI. A girl ending up dead on the beach with tons of people and clad in only a bikkini. That sounds interesting....only a little....

I've done plenty of thinking and spacing off, which are fun. Everything I do is fun to me. I just like to feel that there are walls around me and a locked door so that my brothers can't disturb me, and with the air conditioner humming, it's perfect paradise to me.....

Wish I could have more holidays....................it's never coming true.

HOLIDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-08-18T03:58:05-04:00

Oh yeah! The holidays are here! Happy happy.....

Even though it's for only a week, it's good enough! Can't help smiling.....

Plus, my most hated work is finished! This morning at 9, (9???? Who gets up at 9 in the holidays?) I went to Panglima Perang to sit for an exam. (Oh boy...). This is a theory piano exam, after days of gruesome work paid off! I am officially the most happiest person.

No more books, throw them away, burn it all away, all I want to do is sit back and chill........ (Ahh...I can feel the holiday mood kicking in) Oh wait, there's a school exam this September....... Ok, I won't think of exams. I just want to lie around, and laze away my week off.

I remember Friday, school before the holiday. Everyone was squirming in their seats, can't wait until the day is officially over. We had a small Independence Day celebration with people acting Datuk Bahaman and the other guys, fending off the British from our nation. The culture group started a dance, two. Which ain't much fun.

Teachers lectured, what's new? They say we should be proud of our nation's achievements, after these 51 years of independence, where we lived in harmony amongst different races. (Where have I heard that before? )

They say that especially now, with the Olympics. We should support our country to win win win! (I don't mean to be rude but our country has not obtained even one gold medal.) We were putting our hopes on Lee Chong Wei and his girlfriend, those two badminton contestants. Lee Chong Wei's girlfriend lost, while Lee Chong Wei lost to China's Lin Dan, is that how you spell it?

We sang patriotic songs, (not excatly, the boys sang). And when the bell goes off, we raced to the gate, being the first to step out of school and start the holidays. How proud am I?

We'd laugh and say that school was absolutely crazy when it comes to the holidays. Boys would scream, pour their water on their friends' heads. splashing everywhere, while girls just talk talk talk......

Today is Monday, holiday time is here! HOORAY!!!!!! Of course, the holidays will end, but let's not spoil this moment.....

Let's get this party jammed up! All Thoughts are invited.

Sit back, kick your legs up high, flip on the sunglasses and chill......

Haylo,
under the sun, chilling out......Peace out.

Public Speaking Speech

2008-08-15T00:51:41-04:00

My brother's friend, Ridzuan is taking part in a public speaking contest. Here's the script of his speech. Title: My land, My country

Fifty one years of togetherness, a united nation, the land where our blood pours, my land, my country. We are all birthed here, we cannot deny it, it's the blood running in our veins.

Today, on this suspicious day, (I'm not wrong, suspicious!), I stand here to talk about our country, entitled, My land, my country.

....Wait....wait a minute, I smell......I smell conspiracy! You man, what is behind your back? Come forward and show it to everyone! I knew it! I knew it! You were hiding something! This is a suspicious day!

What?! A piece of cheese? What is the meaning of this? Why have you cursed us with this piece of cheese? Guards, take him away!

Well, it is another mystery solved by Detective Ridzuan. Let ue get on with our public speaking competition. May we?

A land of mixed cultures, different religions, living in harmony in one nation.....You there! You have disruppted my speech! Why are you whispering to her? Answer me, WHY, WHY? (Ha ha...)

You! What were you doing? I ask you, what were you doing?????

That is all. I guess it's cuz Ridzuan got punished by our teacher for fooling around. But it's still funny....

Perfection

2008-08-15T00:38:10-04:00

Perfection has a formula. All you need is the right ingredients.

Ingredients
1 Beauty, in and out. Mostly inner beauty. What's the use of outer beauty if you have a heart of stone?

2 Creativity, stop those lame flirts and get new cheesy lines. Even if it doesn't work out, you can always tell yourself, at lease he/she heard my cheesy flirt lines. That's something.

3 The personality that never gives up! Keep telling yourself, I'll try and try again even if I'm at rock bottom! (Hope it helps)

4 Acting skills. If you already have a partner or boyfriend, and they are telling you something that you don't like, you can always act that you're listening. They won't suspect anything!

5 A super memory, cuz I forgot what number 5 is for already.

6 Super supportive friends, unless you're planning a robbery.

7 Good hair. But in everyone's case, if you have hair, it'll be good enough. Cherish your hair before you go bald.

8 A good attitude. Always look up the bright sides, even if they aren't any bright sides, try to create one. It might not work, beware.

9 Good brains. Ok, if you guys have brains, I think they're good already. Unless you don't use them. Caution, overusing would cause corruption.

10 The last touch, a sense of humour. Get into your funny pants and turn friends' smiles up side down. Ooops, or was it the other way around? He he....

Hope these 10 tips helps. Have a nice day!

It Ain't Easy

2008-08-12T23:32:08-04:00

As someone on Thoughts had suggested to me that I should just let a friend go. Specifically, this friend. My friend whom I thought I could comfide her in my secrets, too bad she told the others through texting.

At that time, I was really mad. Angry, I thought she'd keep my secret as I had kept hers. In a two day holiday, she texted to friends to tell them about my crush. And I had kept her secret as safe as anything!

I can't be blamed to be angry at that time, can I? I don't know, but I was angry. I kidded with another friend, (whose crush was told by the so called friend to me, and maybe other.) we were talking that if word came out, we'd be so ashamed, and we'd go to another school. It was a joke!

But "friend" had been angry at us. ANGRY AT US?! We should be angry at her! She kept saying she didn't text people to tell them, but a friend showed me her handphone, sure enough, there was a text about my crush. I hate these people.

And she's not going to apologize, she thinks it's not her fault, and it's mine. And until now, I still kept her secret. I wonder why I did keep it anyway. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have befriended her, there were so many warning signs flashing, and yet, I didn't know.

Her former best friend, had told me everything she had been through with her so called friend. And I didn't know what was coming at me. "Friend" was the kind off people who CAN NEVER find fault with herself.

These past few days, me and another friend had kept a safe distance from her. Actually, it was "friend" who kept a distance from us. She won't talk to us. So we didn't either.

The most insulting part is, that another not so close friend had said we were mean not to talk to her. WHAT?! I don't know, all I know is that I won't apaologize. I'm not wrong, am I?

HELP?!

A Powerful Song

2008-08-12T09:15:11-04:00

While I am writing this,
I'm listening to this sad sad song,
The Scientist, by Coldplay.
The first time I heard it was when I saw the last scene of Wicker Park,
when Matthew had found Lisa.
It made me cry.

Why?
Cuz it was such a beautiful song,
I love it.

"Nobody said it was easy..."
"Came up to meet you,
tell you I'm sorry,
you don't know how lovely you are."

It's such a sad song.
Call me sappy if you would.
But I love these kinda songs.

"Take me back to the start..."
"Oooh...oooh....ooooh..."

Beautiful.
I feel that lump in my throat when I feel that something is really touching.
Just like when I watched Tiger Cruise,
when they showed the people crying,
when they saw the world trade center got destroyed.
It's beautiful...
the song, I mean the song...
not the fact that world trade center was destroed.

Coldplay......

What We thought of growing up

2008-08-11T08:45:04-04:00

When we were younger, in primary school, students weren't allowed to use pens or mechanical pencils. We used pencils only. And we thought that using a pen, was a sign of growing up. Since when we get into secondary school, you need to use pens. Crazy huh?
Growing up, to me is like, um...getting more freedom, more matured. But I never thought of the responsibilities. I thought that growing up meant that in secondary school, our bags would become much much lighter, since we saw the 'grown up kids' in our primary school with really few books inside. But WRONG! It's MORE heavier.
When I was like, about 4 or 5, I had this book. There were a lot of words I don't know, and I thought I'd put it aside and every year, I'd flipp open the book again. I'd point to that word or words that I don't know, and see if I knew them. If I recognized all the words, that means that I'm grown up. I know, it's weird/dumb.
Growing up means to me, getting as I said, more freedom. Like my mom would let me go to birthday parties, somewhat parties and the mall with my friends. NO! I get to go to less places than I was 12.
I thought I'd get my own room. But again NO. There's two beds, and I NEED TO SHARE. My mom made that specifically clear.
I thought that there won't be anymore babyish or looney behaviour in school. He he..., my class is full of loonies, good and bad. So, that doesn't make sense either.
And we have labelled that chocolate, is for the immature. (no offense chocolate lovers). I like vanilla, but my friend likes chocolate. I have another friend who likes vanilla too. I know, vanilla what? Vanilla ice cream.
My friend would say that chocolate ice cream is immature. And my other friend would shoot back and say, "And you're mature?"
So, what I thought of growing up, is NEVER true.

My Crazy Stuff

2008-08-09T11:20:55-04:00

Things have been absolutely boring ever since the weekend started.
So my mom took us window shopping at a newly opened mall. It's called ECMall, (East Coast Mall) It has a lot of great restaurants, clothes, shoes, Carrefour, Black Canyon etc. But somehow, I don't like it. I usually like shopping, but I hate the place. It is so boring. I'd rather go to the old mall, Mega Mall. It has a bookstore in it were all the best books are!

So there was this Nisan Motorshow right in the middle, they show you the cars and stuff. And there was a clown there, making balloon animals and what nots. I don't know why, but I just have that feeling that I want to go up front of him and punch him in his stomach. Call me crazy, but clowns get on my nerves.

There are plenty of moments when I want to do something crazy, but of course, common sense holds me back. (And the law.)

There was once when my Science teacher was accusing some of my friends of "playing giraffe" Get what I mean? You know, tests, peeking....*naughty*naughty*
And we get our nerves up since we HATE this woman. I understand why she's STILL not married now. Even thought my friends say that they didn't do it, this woman presses on. She keeps saying, "Yes, you did. You did it." She won't let them explain! For Pete's sake woman! And I felt a notion to....don't think of me as nasty or horrible, but I just feel that I could run up and throw my handy dictionary at her. Just notions, I never did it, mind you.

I have plenty of moments when I long to do something stupid, crazy, just for the sake of seing others' expressions. How awful am I? He he...I just feel like that at times. Do you?

One of my other friends have a boyfriend. And they hang out A LOT. Right in front of us, it makes me sick when I see the lovey dovey birds making googly eyes at each other, holding hands. Agh! Sometimes, I just wanna break them apart and remind my good friend that WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO CLASS!!!!

I'm just in a crazy mood. Wild thoughts flash in and out of my mind right now, going looney...... That's just what I want to do...

Crazy Days In School

2008-08-07T23:41:16-04:00

Oh wow, days fly by so quickly. I'll be in my second year of secondary school. My grades are ok, I've got 30/480 students. I snagged the 30th place out of 480 students. And most recently, I snagged 15 out of 41. Yay!

Friends, boys, teachers....all are fun. (including the teachers). Especially the boy friends. There's nothing boring about them, they keep talking and talking about the most ridiculous stuff, and surprisingly, I'd end up laughing.

This is the kinda school days I like, much better than last year. Last year, stress weighs a lot, the teachers are always serious, the students don't like fun. Yuck!

Nick and I are a tad more closer. Since we sit near to each other, and we're practically lab partners. Well, I'm closer to him than the other boys. The other boys are cool, but all are not my type. And my friend keeps jumping into really crazy conclusions.

The was once, after science when we were supposed to leave for the last lesson intil after school, Geography. And a boy friend comes up and says real soft, "There's a spot check afterwards, Don't tell anyone." (In case you don't know what is spot check, it's like when the prefects go through your stuff and bags, and get the things that you weren't supposed to bring to school away and never give you back). Since we were standing wider, I had leaned on the wall to get closer to hear what he was saying, and what do you know? My friend was watching and she gigles like crazy. When I asks, she says she thought I was talking some other thing. Get what I mean?

Nick's been ok. He's the kinda jerk who goes on and on and praises himself very highly. And me and the other lab partners pull him down and snaps him back to reality. But he's funny. As far as I could see, he never helps the girls unless it's experiment time in Science Labs. So, I wasn't expecting him to help me at all. I was just asking him for the bigger dictionary. He sees that I'm scribbling really fast and I'm really busy, he took the dictionary and flipps to which word I wanted, and he gives it to me and he was gone. Weird.

And his other friend who sits beside him was helping me too, (although I expected the help from him since he's a real ladies man) I was just joking when I said, "Wow, I can't believe you actually help people. This must be a first, ain't it? Is the world flat or something?" (us girls do that all the time, saying that boys rarely helps girls in any way). And Nick suddenly reappeared. He was praising himself again. Oh brother. "Of course I'm that kind to help..." I explained and said I was talking to the other boy, not him. And he was saying, "Oh.." and went back to his seat. What's the problem? I dont see it.

But school's fun. Crazy as ever.

The Dancer's Shoes

2008-07-28T22:20:45-04:00

The musty smell of dust and old furnishings were quite unbearable.
I walked inside.
As far as I can see,
these antiques were passed down from generation to generation.

I walked past the antiques,
and opened a trunk at the farthest end.
As my fingers latched open the trunk,
dust flew out.

Inside, was a beautiful musical box.
Melissa's musical box.
I opened the box,
to find a small ballerina with her arms up gracefully.

I turned the holder and the music started up.
Swan Lake.
Melissa's favourite song.
The ballerina turned automatically as the music played.

I set aside the musical box and rummaged through the trunk again.
As I reached something, my eyes welled up.
It was the dancer's shoes.
Melissa's shoes.

I remembered she loved to dance.
In these shoes, she danced like the angels in heaven.
I had been the one to hold out to her when she was young,
guiding her hands as se danced with clumsy baby footwork.
We'd grow tired and flop down on the grass.
I would laugh and she would laugh too.

As the past caught up with me in the present,
I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks.
"You have kept your tears from flowing down in the past,
Now you must accomplish it.
Or else you will never let go of the past."
A whisper said to me.

I looked around,
no one.
But I didn't care.
I gently caressed Melissa's dancing shoes.
They were the first pair I bought her.
She was delighted,
and swung her arms on my neck.
"Thank you, Mummy!"

I had enjoyed every bit of Melissa in my life.
I longed for her to pull my arms up from the chair,
and lead me into dancing around the kitchen again.
But I doubt that would happen again.

I looked down at the shoes again.
It was a beautiful pink, with pink laces.
Melissa loved pink.
I smiled through my tears as I remembered the wonderful times I had with her.
Swan Lake was still playing, the ballerina was still twirling.

Melissa had been so relaxed when she danced.
I went to all of her perfomances.
I saw her dancing, Swan Lake,
two days before it happened.

Melissa's last performance.
Was her best.
As the music stopped,
I gathered the things and placed them back into the trunk.
I walked down the stairs.
In the middle,
I heard a small voice,
with the most happy tone ever.

Melissa's voice.
She had whispered a soft,
"Thank you Mummy."
After that, I heard a trail of giggling.
It faded away as I reached the bottom of the stairway.

Darling little Melissa,
let her dance away happily.
I can almost imagine
her dancing up with her friends in heaven right now...

Until the Rain Stops

2008-07-28T11:50:35-04:00

Rain pelted down on me hard as bullets.
I dashed across from the bus stop to the slippery pavements.
My feet nearly slipped but I caught hold of something to steadify myself.
I looked up to find an umbrella yielding me from the rain.

I saw this girl.
Correction, young woman holding it for me.
She flashed a smile at me and lifted me up by the elbow.
She had these amazing eyes,
so beautifully straying off to the roads.

I stood mesmerized.
She looked at me again and laughed.
"What? Can't I help to shield you from the rain?"
I nodded my head, unable to speak.
I observed her looks.

Her dark hair tumbled down in curls, reaching her shoulders.
Her slender body swayed a little as she raised the umbrella higher.
But what made me look deeper into her, was her eyes.
Oh her lovely lovely eyes.
It had a sense of tenderness mixed with a little wild streak.
An absolute beauty.

The rain lessened by the minutes.
I spoke up to her for the first time.
"I think you should go home now, I'm fine."

"It's okay, I'll stay with you until the rain stops."
she said in her sweet voice.
I had been too shy to introduce myself.
And I guess that's why she didn't introduce herself too.

Two perfect strangers standing within inches of each other under an unbrella.
I amused to myself.
I stole a quick glance at her.
She saw me and blushed deep red.
Instantly, I blushed too.

The rain had stopped and the air was warm and sticky.
She smiled at me and said,
"Well, I better get going."
I stood nodding, unable to speak for some reason.

"You kept your promise."
I said.
What a thing to say to a stranger!
I thought after I said it.
She seemed surprised at first,
but her expressions softened.

"I promised, until the rain stops."
she said and smiled again.
After that, she was gone.

I never saw her again.
But everytime it rained,
I wished an umbrella would yield me again.
And I'd see that beautiful face.
And she'd tell me.
"Until the rain stops."