Hahahaha.. tonight i will be leaving Singapore to India..I'm damn happy. I still have not packed some of my stuff yet.. but i will...soon.. haha. Well... I feel very apprehensive and 'adrenaline-d'. haZ...okay...But now I am so bored i can hardly do anything but stare at my monitor. okok.. shall not bore anyone any further.. Seeyaaaaaaaaa!.. Adios~, Sayonara!.. Zhai Zhian...i dunnoe how to say bye in tamil..haha

my two other best friends kumari and shalini...i'm on the right.

Jungle Journey

The sun went down in a smear of crimson. We trudged along the steep and muddy trails of Mother Nature's kingdom, The Amazonian Jungle. We were a group of young and energetic researchers. Finding the Great White Crocodile was our quest. The crocodile was last recorded to be seen nearly two decades ago. But recent rumors tilts us that it had come back. This was our chance to jump on the possibility.
As we drew nearer to the heart of the jungle, I noticed that the nocturnal animals were emerging from their nests. A rare eagle swooped overhead swiftly, as I gaped in awe. The powerful bird shrieked as it met its mate. That marked the start of nightlife.
We reached a slimy swamp where the Great White Crocodile was rumored to be found. I cautioned my team mates to lower their voices and to stop moving as the crocodile might be able to sense our vibrations, putting us in a highly dangerous position. Now, all we could do was to wait. Minutes seemed like eternity, tormenting us as we fidgeted impatiently in our utterly uncomfortable positions.
Suddenly, the moss-green swamp bubbled. Simultaneously, curiosity bubbled too, and our adrenaline doubled. We heard a low rumble as the magnificent creature rose. "Oh!", Sarah gasped. I, too, could not believe my eyes...

.....to be continued.....

This is a photo I took during Deepavalli

On normal days, my brother's occupation is being a jerk. So yesterday was a normal day too :) The whole family went to Banana Leaf to eat. My brother and I were the last to leave the table to wash our hands. That idiot rushed into the washroom( which btw has about 3 cubicles and about 3 washing areas). Okay so he pressed his weight on the door and me being outside tried pulling the door open, to no avail. Then a woman, with a protuberant belly, the size of a gorilla, tugged the door, but still she couldn't open it. My stupid and moronic brother thought it was me who was still outside did not give away... until the woman's husband the size of rikishi phatu..just imagine..yanked the freakin door open!..And my brother fell right at the guys knees.. should have seen his expression..!hahahahahahha!.. so Rikishi Phatu spat venomous looks at my brother...and my brother just blushed furiously...haha..and I could not stop laughing the whole way..till now..haha

P.S: no exaggeration. True Story

I will be going to India on tuesday 23rd Nov... I am so happy. For once I'll be able to travel without my parents. Yipee!.. I can't wait to go there. I will be going to a Boy's Town for a day and then heading of to La Salle Higher Secondary School in Tuticorin for about 2.5 days where we will engage with students and teach them english through a play we have created. And IT too!. And have a little tour there. Later we will take a bus to Chennai train station and from there we will go to Madurai. In Madurai, we will be visiting refugee camps will steered back to Chennai for last minute shoppings and then back home on the 2nd of Dec. I am very excited for I want to meet new people and have enriching experiences. I'm going to bring my digi cam along so I can preserve my memories. And I will post all the pictures I take here!

my books!...haha..I love books and I am addicted to them. I can't live without reading at least 3 books in a week. Yesterday, I started and finished reading a book called Roomates by Katherine Stone. I like the book very much as it brings back pseudo waves of nostalgia. Haha. Well there are a few things I very much dislike about the content of the book. Like incest and adultery is being taken very lightly among the characters and it reflects a whole lot on America itself.

Yesterday, around 12 noon, I received a phone call from daddy saying that he was ordering new furniture... new furniture..... for my bloody room!.. hahaha..should have seen my brother's face!.. Candid man! I'm just so elated, jubilant, estatic..whatever you call it... That's the feeling..woohoo.. !

Have you guys ever wondered what would happen if one second..no no..one millisecond was taken away from your life at any point of time. Would you still be looking at what I have typed..or would you have been studying?.. Or would you have been a better person? Would you have been enrolled in that particular school you're in now?.. Would you...?.. The list definitely goes on. Our actions definitely play a very vital role in our lives. Mathematics is intricately woven into our lives. It is everywhere possible.
Where every single thing in this world has a dimension and they all belong to the 1st to the 3rd dimension. But time belongs to the 4th dimension.

Dear Diary,

Is this really my diary? I've had many diaries throughout my life. All my diaries have also been destroyed a different periods of my life too. For they have always been chanced upon. I do not want that particular side of me to be exposed. I started having diaries at about 8 years of age. But the fear of having them read is relatively greater than my love for keeping diaries. Most of my diaries have been sent for the process called Decomposition. Ironic isn't it, (De-Composition). My last diary, my most exciting, one which I can vouch for, has been flushed down the toilet bowl. Melancholy fills me as I think about this, because it is as if, my only friend has been stripped away from my life. And as it is, even thinking about real-life friend being violently taken away from our lives makes the heart wrench. The diaries are more than my friends. They are my inner soul. Diaries don't judge you, no matter what. Unlike human diaries. Thus, conclusively i surmise, I can only say that I am not fated to have a diary.

A small poem I just made up.

Only I can see,
It is not meant to be,
This diary,
Filled with thoughts of me.