Simply Tired

I’m simply tired of posting in a blog where I can’t post pictures or videos, so I’ve switched to Blogger. My new blog is still The White Goat, and I’ve transferred all posts and comments. The link is here.

Harry: The Warrior Prince

   In the time of ancient gods, warlords, and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero.

   He is Harry, a mighty prince, forged in the heat of battle.

   The power, the passion, the danger.

   His courage could change the world…

   That was modified from Xena: Warrior Princess.

   The person I’m talking about is Prince Harry (sorry, I still can’t figure out how to place a picture). He is the first member of the British Royal Family in 25 years to serve on the front line after it was disclosed last thursday that he has been fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan.

   It was a quiet thing. There was an agreement with the press not to disclose it. So Harry went in. The conditions over there can be said to be unfit for a prince. But Prince Harry did not mind. He endured it all, never complaining. In fact, he enjoyed it.

   Then the story of his service broke out and he was pulled out. It is expected that he won’t be returned to service anytime soon.

   I never admired Prince Harry. Before this there were so many negative reports on him. And when he was finally going in, news that he’ll be kidnapped or assasinated there made it impossible for him to go. So I was really surprised to find that he lived through it!

   I think that it’s good that he’s finally shedding off his ‘bad boy’ tag and embracing life as a royal role model.

   I wonder whether William will do the same.

Morning Blues

   I snapped out of sleep… again.

   Feeling too dazed to think about anything I dozed off again.

   Then something happened. Something I always dread to hear on weekday mornings. The sound of it at such an unearthly hour.

The alarm clock.   

   I raised one arm and shut it immediately. Every single nerve in my body is saying ‘go back to sleep!’. I would LOVE to do it. But the conscious part of me knew better. If I slept again I’ll be late for school.

   So every morning, I have to wake up to prepare for school. How I wish I can rise from my bed later. But seeing as I need to be in school earlier than normal students I have no choice but to get up. I would grab my clothes from my bedside, then walk grogily to the bathroom, where I’ll brush my teeth with my eyes closed. Then I’ll take a shower, with my eyes closed most of the time as well. I’ll only stop when my eyes can stay open.

   Throughout the day if I’m listening in class or doing my homework, sometimes I will start to doze off, unless what I’m doing is something I like.

   I constantly wonder, how can some people I know get their ‘batteries warmed up’ so quickly. I mean, they could just open the room door and step out with eyes wide open already.

   So now everyday when I’m in the shower and am thinking of sleeping, I keep telling myself,

   If others can, so can you! 

A Free Saturday

   The first day of March brought about rain and wind.

   I woke up in the darkness, unable to see clearly yet hearing the sound of the rain splattering against the roof of the house. I struggled to clear my head, but before I could my eyes closed again.

   I reopened them when it was brighter. Feeling disorganized I kept my eyes closed. The sound of rain was still distinct. I felt weak, unable to move, yet I gathered my strength, opened my eyes and got up to take a look at the clock beside me bed.

8.30

    Not that late, I thought, as my consciousness increased.

   Feeling lazy, I did not get up just yet. I tried to get back to sleep, trying to make myself sleepy again. There weren’t noises outside. Perfect to close my eyes and wake up later.

   This lasted for another five minutes. Finally I acknowledged that I just can’t fall asleep again. I got up, and an instant wave of cheerfulness greeted me as I turned the table fan off. I tried to remember why is it I felt that way. Then it struck me.  

   It’s a Saturday, and I don’t have to attend the scout meeting today.

Too Much!

What happened this week in school is just not nice.

   In my other blog that I share with friends, I typed it out. And in the midst of it, I got emotional. That is, angry, angry, angry. So I’ll do myself a favour and NOT describe the whole thing.

   But I now know that in life, backstabbing is inevitable, and it happens at all stages, sometimes from the least expected source. The only thing we can do is to prepare ourselves for the fights that will ensue.

Reading, Getting Out!

   The title might be misleading.

   Today I realised that I’ve gotten less interested in reading. As I had some free time today, the first thought that came to my mind was to grab the book I’m currently reading. Yet, the next thought was to abandon it and find something else to do.

   I’m sure it’s only temporary. And I can also think of a few reasons. First, of course, is the stress from school. I’m actually not feeling stressed from schoolwork but from my commitments in the co-curricular activities. I just keep getting more and more things to do. If only I can forgo one or two of them.

   Another reason I can think of is the arrival of the new TV. It just came on Saturday. It’s a 32″ LCD TV, with a home theatre system. So, which person is not craving to set their eyes on it after being reduced to a 15″ one for nearly a year?!?! Now I’m just waiting for Astro to arrive. Then, I shall be happy, happy, happy!

   Of course, I must remember not to get carried away. I realise that a few years ago, I might have watched the TV for one whole day, but now that I’m older I have more priorities and responsibilities. I know that I have to work hard for my SPM. So, I know that I have to monitor my viewing habit.

   A close friend of mine left for Australia yesterday. I heard that it was a teary affair. Sabriel, if you’re reading this, do cheer up!

   With her furthering her studies now, I know that soon, it’ll be my turn. It’s just a couple of years more. But I daresay I’ll have a slight edge compared to my sister because I saw her going through it all!

   All the same, I can’t wait for the day to come when I will relish savouring every word off a book.

Still Behind But Can’t Start…

   Today I’m smarter. I recorded what my Moral teacher said.

   She said that when a student plays truant or lepaks, when they’re asked whose fault it is, it’s very obvious- the teacher’s!

   But when you look at it from a different perspective, actually it’s the student’s fault for not entering class. Can be true but what if the teacher can make the whole class doze off?

   I thought about it. True, we students are partly at fault here. But you can’t put ALL the blame on us! After all, it’s the teachers’ duty to make sure we enter school and absorb as much knowledge as we can! Yet some don’t even bother teaching. Others just rush as they want to finish the syllabus in time.

   I think that it is blatantly unfair to say that it’s all our fault. We’ve tried our best to listen in class but sometimes the teachers teach too fast! As for playing truant, it could be because of the amount of pressure that’s been given. Some of us, just want freedom.

   Oh-oh.

   Writer’s block! Now I can’t think of how to continue.

   Shall have to wait till the next post…

Work Is Piling Up, Again!

   I have no time to type out a long post this time. I actually wanted to, but considering the amount of homework I have, I simply can’t.

   I have 4 Moral ‘Tugasan Harian’s and 2 ‘Kerja Amal’s to complete, not to mention, History exercise, Biology notes, scout reports, Add Maths, BM…

   I seem to be unable to pull myself out of this web of procrastination. Deadline’s next week so hopefully, I’ll be clear by then!

Sigh!

I have tried and tried and tried but still can’t find what I’m looking for. 

How do I insert a picture?

What Are We Without Them?

   I had a Moral lesson today. My Moral teacher is very opinionated. Today she gave yet another one.

   She said that when we graduate from colleges like Taylor’s, we shouldn’t go around saying “I’m a Taylor’s graduate!”. Instead, we should be thankful to our kindergarten teachers for teaching us ABC. If not, we wouldn’t even be in Taylor’s. OUr primary teachers should be thanked for helping us in our UPSR. Our secondary teachers helped us in our PMR and SPM.

   I never thought about it. All these while, I just wanted to leave quickly. Now that I reflect back on what she’d said, I think it’s true.  

   What are we without our kindergarten teachers?