:: PETER PAN ::

Hello earthlings! I'm currently suffering, in PAIN. When I turn my head to the back, my neck aches; When I lift my left hand up, it aches; When I bend down my body; my backbone aches... In short, every single part of my body is aching. Yesterday's yoga class was superb. The postures were not really that tough but heck, all the postures stretched every part of my muscles. I just feel like lying down on my bed for the entire week. Even for now, my FINGERS are aching. Now I can completely comprehend the definition of, fragility. Yes I'm fragile. As fragile as smoke which turns into smouldering ashes easily; As fragile as flowers out there which would witter in no time; As fragile as a broken heart ... Urgh, Emily, please stop with all the philosophy.

So basically, today is quite an eventful day. Been through things which I have never tried. No, in precise, just ONE thing, which made me feel that belief in existence of spirits and sorts is pretty ... authentic. My mum says it's better not to blog/fb about this so I guess I won't be blogging about this. Haha, you can always nudge me in fb chat or ring me anytime. I will definitely tell you my experience, BUT not over here :D . Just being a typical daughter who follows her mum's demand. If you're really that interested, it's something to do with 'video conferencing with our dead ones'. Guess you're smart enough to get the picture already?

After that-very-scary-event, daddy brought us to Malacca. The highways were all congested. Daddy initially thought of returning to KL but well, the highway to KL was congested as well. Yea, just imagine us being stuck in the car for 4 hours. From KL to Malacca, 4-hour journey. Yes, nightmare. My dad kept repeating 'My legs jam already' whereas all of us were sleeping, but I was actually half awake. Malacca, a place with all attested historical buildings. A place, with so many things which recall bad memories. To Emily, the SUPER BORING PLACE EVERRR.

I've been to Malacca for so many times I lost count. My primary school trip has always been the same. Malacca, Malacca and MORE Malacca. 6 years already, and yes, I've been to Malacca for 6 years consecutively excluding those with the family, listening to the tour guide telling us about the same old story, blahblah. I hate Malacca. It's a place like an over-pressured sauna and a place which the authorities will never get rid of the filthiness. Yesterday, I told mum 'Can I stay at home'. Well, you know the answer already don't you?

Sobs, I was thinking, if I didn't end up in Malacca, I could have studied so so so much. Oh yea!! In my previous entry, I did mention that I would post up what I've studied. -long long whine -Nothing much. Seriously, nothing much. I studied a little of Biology and Physics. That's it. I think I'm dead.... Imagining the picture of myself screaming before the day of exam, I just feel like giving up. I'm serious for this time. GIVE UP is such an easy thing to do but to BUCK UP is so tough I would rather bang my head against the wall. I need, Higglytown Heroes. No joke here. Or maybe, Totally Spies or Kim Possible. Or even The Super Sleuths will do. What they have to do when they need help is to SING and TADAAA, problems are all solved. Does this work for us too? -tears drop on my BOOKS-