Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there ,
I do not sleep .

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints of snow .
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain .

When you wake up in the morning's rush
I am the swift , uplifting hush .
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night .

So do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there ,
I did not sleep .
And do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there ,
I did not die .


- Mary Elizabeth Frye




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Greetings , my fellow stalkers .

It's half-way through the month of November which could only mean one thing ; the year-end holidays are here and it's definitely rock and roll , party like there's no tomorrow and spend time to throw down a hoedown !



Today (16th November ) ! Will be yet another historic day of this year as it happens to be the last day of school ~

Generally , when people utter the words " last day of school " a brief sense of joy and relief will stream through the courses of your veins , filling it with everlasting happiness knowing that you do not have to wake up at the break of dawn and put on a uniform that quite frankly makes you look more like a retard than a student .

This feeling of joy goes out to almost all students in my school as most of my class/schoolmates have already unofficially declared holiday way back when our year end examinations have ended .

So , it's not surprising to see my school with less and less people in it , day after day . Today , there were not many people in school . Most of the occupants that roam the corridors of my school today are the Form 5 students who are obliged to attend for some motivational speech .

The roaring voice of the teachers giving away the speech closely resembles the sharp , ear-piercing thunder we can hear nowadays .

At least the 17 year old's have something to focus about unlike us 16 year old's ; we were practically moaning , complaining and whining about how miserable and boring life in the classroom was . But that was not the case when it was time to head to the ICT lab where less than 20 of us leeched the school computers and played a nice round of DOTA .

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Time flies pretty fast on the last days of school .

I grabbed hold of every opportunity I had to bid my farewells to my fellow schoolmates to whom I will miss very dearly as every one of them have different and special quirks that make them oh so interesting .

I gazed at the faces of my friends that I will not see again for the next one and a half month and thought to myself , oh how does time really pass us by ~

I mean , it seems like yesterday I breathed a huge sigh about how this year goes by so slow and before I know it , BAM !

It's already November and I'm packing up my crap and saying my last goodbyes .

Of course , being the adorable person that I am , I did say my goodbyes to my beloved teachers as well .

My Moral teacher , Puan Suzana , my oh-so-attractive History teacher Pn Ong Kim Hong , my current English teacher , Puan Noriza and my ICT teachers , Puan Haniza and Puan Julailee .

All of which are faces and people that I will remember throughout this holiday as they have touched me ( not literally ) in a way no one can understand .

And how can I forget my former English guru , Mrs Shirley Tan .

Just as the bell that signifies the end of recess rang , I escorted her to her room as I do always . It's kinda of a running inside joke between me and her ; I always escort her everywhere as I fear she might get lost on the way .

And there I was .. 2 minutes after 1.50pm , and I take my last steps down the staircase , through the corridors , passing by classroom after classroom and out of the school compound .

A walk to remember .

Memory lane .

The final frontier .

All of the goods and bad , I leave behind for a month and a half . Feeling a tremendous sense of sadness as I leave behind what has become my second home .

A place where I spent most of the time of my life so far at , the place where I learn , play , live , love , laugh and cry . And before opening my mum's car door , I take one last glance of my school and all of it's glory .

A glory which will live on , illuminating brightly in my heart .

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On Wednesday ( 17th November ) , I accompanied my parents to Ipoh on a sociable/work visit .

Now usually , if the reason for visiting Ipoh were solely about food and tour , I'd rather stay home where you do not get cramps all over from lower to the upper part of your buttocks .

However , my mum offered a deal I could not resist ; 50 bucks if I accompany them/babysit my cousins who tagged along as well .

Well , if you guys know me enough nowadays I am a sucker for money . Really could use that 50 bucks .

Left the house at around 8+ in the morning . By the time we actually left the house we were kinda of running late already but we wasted no time as my dad's super speeding skills which were able to get us there before noon and avoid getting ticketed by a police officer was put to good use .

Trees , clouds , cars and more trees were the only things able to spot along the highway . Not to mention , lots of bright and shiny sunlight . Enough to melt butter in the car .

We stopped at Tapah , got some food and continued our journey to the North .











As we reached Tambun , we spotted a Chinese temple situated in a cave . But that's not all .

The only way to get into the temple was to climb a considerable amount of steps which to me resembles the Batu Caves Hindu shrine . In other words , for the sake of touring the temple we were put to work as my dad , cousins and I climbed up those steps under the hot afternoon sun .

Right under the tree at the bottom is my dad
and my cousins walking back .
Gives you a slight hint of how tiny we were and how
high that place was located .

Anyways , the main shrine was situated in a big cave .

I peeped inside and saw many worship statues , all arranged in a style which looks more or like when you face a king in a castle .

Although a place of worship , there still was a sense of eerie-ness that lingers as there were memorial boards on the left to as well as pictures of people ; most likely people who are deceased .

I mean , why put up frames of pictures of yourself in a cave temple if the reason is that you're kicking the bucket ?
I didn't dare venture too deep inside though . I was afraid I might catch the attention of those ''things'' and they'd follow me home !

And because of that , I took my leave and went back downwards .

But the views up there were spectacular . You are able to see a pretty good aerial view of the Tambun area ( somewhere near the Lost World ) .

So yeah , it was an experience worth talking about .

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Guys ~

I have only one video for today's post .

I know , I know . Usually I will stuff my blog with videos from YouTube , but not this time though.

Can't tell why .


Anyways , it's another funny scene from Potter Puppet Pals called Ron's Parents .

I don't know but in a way , it seems funny enough . Maybe it's because the creator of this video depicts Ronald Weasley as a total-bimbo .

Maybe so .





" Do you want to spend Christmas at my house , Harry ? "
" Yes ! "

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So anyways , I'll leave you guys to your thoughts now .

I'm gonna go eat my dinner ~

And oh ! I watched Harry Potter , the Deathly Hallows part one earlier today .

I'll write about it in the next post .

Do watch out for it . (:





- Jaden -