My childhood

I remember this when I was 5 years old... When I was still somewhere suckling my thumb during my kindergarten class. My teacher appointed me to take part in a role play. I think is it because of some event or function or whatsoever that's why my school will invite all parents to come and see that play.

The play is called 拔萝卜. A Chinese nursery song that something to do with pulling out the carrot. The characters were:

Grandfather,
Grandmother,
Father,
Mother,
Brother,
Sister,
a dog,
a cat and...
a rabbit.
Oh and a tree! With two branches!

So, as you can see, my teacher wanted me to play the role of the rabbit. Yes, it was lame. But that time, when a teacher appointed somebody, the somebody will not have any rights to reject it. See~ I was brought up by an autocratic environment. Then that day I went home and told my mum. My teacher called and requested my mother to make a rabbit costume for that play because she knew that my mum is a seamstress.

So that day came. Seriously I was not excited at all. Whats that to be excited anyway. In fact, I felt embarrassing. My mum did a good job on that rabbit costume but the fluffy tail of that costume just won't stick on its place. So my teacher made me wear another costume that is more fugly.. You know the word, and you know what it means..

Then the play started. I remember the song goes something like this:

拔萝卜， 拔萝卜，嘿哟嘿哟拔不动！
老太婆， 帮帮忙， 快来帮我拔萝卜。。。
(Sang by the whole class.)

So the first person to pull that carrot was Grandpa, and he failed so he called upon Grandma to help. Then they failed and they called Father to help. So on and on until the last character which was me! The rabbit!

Then when was my turn to help, we simulate a bit of action, and then:

萝卜终于拔出来！！！
(Yeah, sang by the whole class, and follow up with applause.)

I still remember how I reacted. Completely lifeless. Grandpa, Grandma and all other characters were happy and laughing away. The Cat beside me still thinks that she was a Catwoman.

My childhood eh?
eh eh.. nothing else I can say.

The story of a yellow flower

The story of a yellow flower...

Since born, the yellow flower is floating. Then eventually it reaches the earth. The journey starts from here.

I'm 24 years old now. I know what is wrong and what is right. It may seem difficult to survive. I know. I actually wanted to quit school. I told myself if I fail either one of the subject I may forgo about the degree I'm taking. Sometimes, it is hard to please everyone. You know I'm not smart. I really hope that I can push the time forward. To see 5 years later what I'm doing. 10 years later, if I'm still the same. Then think again, life is about to cherish every now and then. Even though the time is hard to move on but at least there's still memories for me to look at.

To all who stay beside me, I appreciate, I conjure up. To those who had drifted away, I'm sad, I dampen. Well, people come and go. I reckon that.

It's late now, I'm going to bed.

The story of the yellow flower goes on and on...

Never renounce!

Some may see me unfaze in any other way but deep inside of me I feeling beleaguer. Supposingly, life is a choice. I second. But it's not easy to choose what colours I want. All I can say is that I'm a person that follow what my heart says instead of my mind. Alright, to be more define, I have an low emotional quotient.

I know, I know.. Times are hard. What comes next is still a mystery and left for me to incite my future. I will hence bite my lips through till the finishing line.

"Nunca renuncien!" Says he.