more minutes to New Year!!!

It's time to bid my odd old beings goodbye,

and welcome the new year with new fresh positive spirits! (did I arrange the adjectives in order?)

Countdown: Start

Almost In

It has been a while. I didn't touch the keyboard. And I don't have any interesting stuffs to share with you all.

But the urge to scribble some words to be up here is always there.

So what I'm gonna write now?

First of all,

"Merry Christmas, folks! (no, it's never too late to wish folks on the Christmas Season!) and have a Happy New Year! Have a blessed and good one (Of course, if it's blessed, it should be good then)"

We are going to step into 2010 soon. I guess I'm gonna forward my last resolution to next year. Yeah, to grow up more. And of course, to be able to write more beautifully.

There was a lot of things had to be done recently for my next year education enrollment. Looking at the paper and programme list kinda exhilarating. No doubt, it's going to be tougher but we'll sort it out somewhere. And surely, more effort will be contributed in order to stay survived. O~~ what a boring nonsense I'm talking about?! sorry folks... maybe I'm just too excited... (am I??)

Well, Polar Bear told me that he may not be around for some period next year. So, that means, I have to be more independent and try my best not to burden him too much with my stuffs.

OK, I guess that's all for the time being. Pray that I could love more.

-Miss B-

Hamlet without the Prince.

I remember a friend told me not long ago, “no one really understand us but us”. I nodded at her words.

Now, if only she’s standing right in front of me, I would ask her the thing akin to her say. “What if I don’t?” because there is some time I’m looking at myself as if watching someone else. It’s like looking at a mirror and seeing someone else’s reflection.

“Why do I do that?”

A question of which answer I sometimes could not conceive.

I feel like an actor living in a motion-picture, whose ending is not known yet. I wish I could ask the director, where does this whole drama head to?

I’ve endured so many starless nights, waiting for the dawn to come… like a child counting the stars in the sky and wondering how far it is to reach one…

I wish another Einstein will come up and tell us the formula on how to grow up. Or how to be like Peter Pan… If only we human can choose: to grow or not to grow.

-Miss B-

Reminder: Be grateful, dear heart.

Starless Night.

I made an attempt at every vehicle that passed through the road, but of no avail. Not a single soul is willing enough to offer me a ride.

Being an adult is something peculiar. Unfathomable and unpredictable. I wish I could write something beautiful about it. I guess it’s all about whether you’re being grateful, patient enough to have faith, and continue to work for the betterment of every situation. Lose faith, and you’re down to nowhere. Or bad to worse, grievance awaits, ready to usher you to the world of meaningless doom.

Yeah, I’m in somber mood now. I try to think of something that would set me free. My selfish heart's screaming need no one. But a warm arm wouldn’t harm.

I need someone. Possibly, an angel.

-Miss B-

Breather

I don't know why but looking at the blue sky remind me about life... That we human should have been more grateful...

I promised myself that I would be content, whichever place I would be located as long as I am to be spared, and stay survived.
But when the verdict reached me, I was not. and these few words keep on roaring in my mind "If only I got better than this..."
My flesh keep on enticing my weak soul to regret the fate.

I have to learn.

...to be continued....

The Undiminished Touch

I wish I have words that describe the feelings
... and photos that picture the emotions.

I wish that I have you, right in front of me
so I can let you know how much I miss you...

- Little E Miss B-

To Kiss A Mockingbird

I dislike fights. They give me no peace at all.

Aw, sorry folks! I know I should have not bored you all to death with my grunts of some personal stuffs of my own. Atticus Finch in the “To Kill a Mockingbird” himself taught his children that it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in and not about your stuffs alone (Lee, 1960) → oops, looks like I haven’t forgotten how to cite people’s work. *Grin widely*

So, since I dislike fights, I should not go deeper. And I hope, you are not interested in that topic either. But if you are, well… I don’t give a hoot! End of story!

Let’s change the topic. I know (maybe some of you know it too), that I actually don’t have anything to talk about. I just come out up here to ramble (who cares, anyway?)

I told you in my last post that I’ve been rereading “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. And I also let you know that it’s an interesting story. Well, it definitely is. After finished rereading the story, I’m now re-rereading it again to study the meaning of some difficult words that I’ve skipped, due to “no-idea-of-what-it-means” syndrome. And guess what, I found the story to be more interesting! These two things make me wonder: how ideas fly to Harper Lee who able to write the story so beautifully; and how literature can actually teach us to be more human.

But sometimes, human beings are so ignorant. That even if they swim through a great ocean of literature, they are still unable to perform the things that they’ve already swallowed. They flaunt that they read these and those great books but at the end of the day, nothing much changes. They fling back to their old beings, without really read between the lines. And that, to my mind, made them a prat for they have no idea what they’ve read (of which once they thought they'd understood). Yet, they contradict it with the practice of their myopic old beings. Let’s take an example from the “To Kill a Mockingbird”. Scout was scolded by Calpurnia for criticizing Walter Cunningham’s table manner. We all agreed that Scout should have not done so. But at the end of the day, one or two of us will go around and do exactly the same thing Scout has done.

All of this brings us to the unfathomable-yet-interesting world of IRONY.

It sometimes scares me to death thinking that I’ll grow up to be one of the folks. I know it’s hard, but I wish I grow up to be another Atticus Finch, and raise my children to be one. Ain’t it a better world in the making?

“…Anything that goes into his stomach and then on out of his body. But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and these are the things that make a person ritually unclean…” (Matt. 15 :17-18)

-Miss B-

After so long...

I wish I could write more... If only I could get internet connection at home...

O~~ life has been great since these couple of weeks (although I have some troublesomes at the beginning due to my form procedures). Thank to my "Polar Bear" who's willing enough to help me in getting all those stuffs done... (whoa, it's been a long time I didn't blog about him, did I?)

I have a lot of things that I would love to share... but maybe I can only save it in my Word files at the moment and post it soon I get a descent connection (do people use "descent" for connection??? ---talking about grammar ;P)

Since few days ago, I've been REreading 'To Kill A Mockingbird' by Harper Lee. Undoubtly, it's a real interesting novel, and most importantly, it makes me thinking (I really need my brain to stay functioning).

Been thinking, eating, walking, sleeping, laughing, and cooking lately. It's a real fun to have the chillun around (although sometimes they bring such a pain in the neck!). They love my cooking, although my youngest sister didn't eat my "Sauce Chicken" once because she was mad at me. There, I notice that even a child has his/her own ego. It hurts their pride to low it down even with grown people. I have to understand this. I have to understand them.
I'm sure I'll learn more theories regarding this soon. ;P

Owkaaay.... looks like I didn't lose my words although after so long of empty entry. "That's good", hee, I'm echoing Yuri Karpov in 2012 (film). I prefer it to the Transformer :P (been watching 2012 twice, for crying out loud! ha-ha)

Oh, one more thing that I need to tell you all (if only there's one) is I miss my friends.

-Miss B-