A Happy Reunion

Annie went to a JUMBO Sale in Pangsapuri Jaya last month. While she was going in, she heard a very soothing tune. The tune was so sad and full of feelings. Annie can almost feel the sadness in the musician. Annie searched to see where the music came from and she found an old man sitting in a dark corner, playing his fiddle with his eyes closed.  “So that’s where the sad music came from,” Annie said to herself. Everyone walk pass the old man but no one seems to see him.

Annie approached the old man. When she stopped in front of the old man, the old man opened his eyes and stopped playing. He held out a small, empty and rusty tin to Annie. She smiled at the poor fellow and took out her purse. She put twenty dollars into the tin. The old man was so happy. He thanked Annie again and again. Annie introduced herself. She wanted to be friend. “I am Annie. What shall I call you?”

The old man looked at Annie and then said, “Pak Mail. That’s what everyone called me.”

 “Why are you alone here? Where is your family?” Annie asked Pak Mail. “I have a family once. But now, I don’t. My wife died seven years ago because of a deadly disease and my two sons ran away with my money five years ago. I am alone in Kampung Aman, poor and friendless,” Pak Mail explained with a trembling voice. His eyes were teary. Annie felt so sorry for him. She understood now why Pak Mail played such a sad melody. He had expressed all his feelings in his music, all the loneliness and love towards his sons. “I will be your friend,” she said. “You are a kind old man. I am sure your sons will be back one day and beg for forgiveness. Cheer up, Pak Mail.” Pak Mail smiled at her and she smiled back. A special friendship had grown between them.

      

 “Oh, yes, I will come here again this Friday, will you be here?” Annie asked Pak Mail. Pak Mail nodded his head.

     

On Friday, Annie went to Pangsapuri Jaya again. Her blue little eyes looked for Pak Mail but he was nowhere to be seen. Annie was disappointed. She thought maybe Pak Mail wanted a day off. “But he wouldn’t forget that I will be meeting him here right?” Annie asked herself. Annie went home feeling queer. She felt that something was wrong. She worried the whole night and couldn’t sleep at all.

(END OF PART I)

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ps. This is one of the short stories I wrote many years ago. I found it when I am cleaning my external hard disk. LoL.. The story is not very great and sounds a bit cacat and childish. However, since I wrote it, I thought I would post it here. This is only Part I. 

Update

Here's a little update on my application for NTU programme.

I've paid my deposit for the programme and waiting for CAS letter so I can go make my visa. I've already been waiting for over 1 week.. and I'm getting impatient already.. Haha.. cause the course starts at 20th September.. Oh.. and just yesterday, the visa application fees had been increased already.. =.="

Just today, I went to make my accommodation application. Went to the bank for bank draft and then to DHL for courier service. I never know DHL cost so much but if it guarantee the delivery date it will be good.. since I'm fighting with time now. They told me that they only left 11 rooms yesterday.. so I'm getting worry.. Haha..

Now, all I have to do is wait for CAS letter and reply from Victoria Hall to make sure I have my accommodation. And then, go get my medical check up. I'm a bit nervous about this part. ^^"

 that's all for now.. ^^

Dirty Toilet?

I'm having a weekend family reunion at home yesterday, and heard this conversation between my mom and aunt.

A: She (referring to my cousin sister) seldom drink water at school. Bring 1 whole bottle go, come back with 3/4 bottle full of water.. how can lah?

M: Yalor.. same la.. this boy (referring to my brother) also same lah.. Not clever to drink water also.. (direct translate from chinese.. ^.^)

A: That's why lah.. Not healthy like that.. She avoid drinking water with the excuse that the toilet is very dirty.. so she don't want to go toilet so frequently.. but how can lah like that..



True hor?

I still remember my school days. The toilet is extremely filthy. I really don't understand why. They have cleaners at school which can always be seen cleaning the toilet. But after cleaning, maybe the toilet will smell of detergent for 5 mins.. and then return to the original state.. How come?

School toilets is the last place I would want to spend my time there..eventhough it is necessary but it is really a tough experience. Later on, in my college years, I would prefer the toilet located at the higher floor instead of the cafeteria floor as it will be the dirtiest cause of the amount of students in and out.. =.=" Sometime I would even found 'unwanted coloured' items inside the cubicle..OMG.. doesn't these girls have conscience? I really don't understand.. “我真的接受不了咯。。”

Shouldn't public toilet be kept clean? Ever went to public toilet? It always smell 'nice'.. Will it affect the image tourist have on Malaysia? They went to a filthy toilet and experience a bad one, and went back to their country and talk about it to their friends who later on talk to another friend.. guess you can continue for me? haha..

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oh.. and I just notice no one can comment on my post.. thanks Cleffairy for notifying me.. haha.. I'm trying to solve the problem but the problem is I don't know what happened.. I tried complaining to blogger.. anyone have any idea what to do? Leave me a msg in my chat box if you still can't comment.. T.T

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Demon of the Angel

*Demon of the Angel*

Out of boredom, I did this. But I need to clarify something.. it's not a depiction of me. This is Demon of the Angel. Cheers!

Month of Puasa & Month of Hungry Ghost

Another year have pass since the month of fasting. Now it is another brand new fasting month. Starting 11th August, 2010, we can now see many stalls selling all kinds of foods during the evening hours. I love to buy food from there as it is delicious, and not eaten often. ^.^

I always feel that it is very hard for Muslim who fast. Not eating for hours should be alright but not drinking? That should be quite hard, for me. Especially those working under the damm hot sun and sweating profusely. How can they quench their thirst? I don't understand and doesn't want to try. haha..

However, out of respect to my fellows Muslim colleague, I have refrain from drinking in the office.. so often. Haha.. It's just 10something in the morning and I'm already thirsty. I guess I shouldn't underestimate mind power.  If you think you can, you can. 

Oh.. btw, this is the month of the hungry ghost for Chinese. Adults often says that during this month, try not to go out during the night, especially children. 

Children often said can see 'them' right? How come? And why does they lost this ability when they grows up? And why can animals see 'them'? Is it because they are innocent and pure and their mind are open? So 'these things' are visible to them? Maybe as we grows up, we learn more about 'them' and shut our mind out so we couldn't 'see them' but 'they' are actually just besides? 

OMG! That's a bit scary though.... 

FYI, yours truly would not go inside cinema to watch a ghost story. Neither would I sit at home and watch. I shut my ears and eyes. LoL... Yea.. I'm a scareeedyyyy cat.. but why frightened myself? ^.^

Anyway, like the chinese says, "if we are not guilty, we would not be scared by the knocks on the door during  midnight."

But I will be scare out of my skin. So, does that make me guilty?

On the other hand, who isn't guilty? Who did not ever makes any mistake? That couldn't be. No one is a saint. The thing is, how guilty are you? Telling a lie? Making excuse to skip work/classes/etc? Or poke other people back?

There's so many little things we did daily that isn't right but do we get punished for that? Well, to me, since it isn't a big crime when I make excuse skipping classes, I guess I'm still forgiveable? no? Haha.. But I do believe that it accumulates. So, I try to use my excuse sparingly.. so to not exceed my 'quota'. Haha.. Damm stupid. 

Well, this is just a random rant as I'm now bored to stiff in office. 

PS. my application process if going very slow. I just remember that I had to get a medical check up for the visa. I'm a bit worry. What is the check up isn't so .. good?   T.T