69 hOuRs without a CeLl

Okay. That isn’t a cell like a prison cell… Just to make it catchy, u see… Cellphones! Yeap! That’s the one I’m talkin’ about… I have to tell you… it was the weirdest 69 hours in my whole teenage life!! (being aware that during my childhood, a mobile phone hasn’t exist in my little dictionary, yet.) You’ll know the importance of this high-tech gadget in the 21st century society after reading the following…

I used to know a guy who never got a hand phone. FYI: He’s 25 years old at that time. (I wonder if he owns one now…) I always wonder why he never wanted a phone that can make his/our lives so much easier… not mentioning the fashion it provides nowadays. “I don’t need one. It will only waste my money in buying the recharge cards. Besides, you have to carry it along with you all the time. It’s troublesome.” That was his reason. We couldn’t believe it!! This is one of a rare person!!

I used to bring my mobile phone everywhere. Malls. TV room. Dining Room. Toilet. Closet. Name it. I’m just scared I might miss a call…or an urgent SMS… Then something happened. Waiting endlessly for a call…or an SMS from someone makes me sick of palming my cell phone. To avoid thinking of when the call or SMS is gonna arrive, I put aside my hand phone whenever it’s possible… Okay… I missed calls and replied SMS-es a few hours after… (sorriee people!!) But it is a part of me, I admit. It has to be by my side. Active all the time. Ready to receive any sweet, lovely…or serious, urgent news!!!

Then, why on earth did I lose hold of it? Well… you can say I lost a battle and so had to sell it to my teacher. Hers was stolen when she was on a public bus. (Thiefs…thiefs…) She bought it with all her savings and had only used it for 2 days!! I lost the battle with my pitiful heart. I had to let it go. OR, you can say I’ve been wanting desperately for a new phone (Sony Ericsson k800i, allure brown), and by selling it, I can be sure I’ll get the latest one very, very soon… (not cunning, just a combination of good and desire^^)

I’ve thought about the consequences… But, of course, I didn’t care much. I’ve waited more than half a year to change my mobile phone!! Punishment struck me 3 hours after I sold my nokia 6600... I’ve forgotten to save all my contacts!! Okay…calm down… it’s only been 3 hours, she wouldn’t have deleted ‘em… But she did. I lost it. I felt like I was deserted in an island, without anyone I can contact to… (becos I don’t memorise phone numbers!!)

Morning came. I crept out of bed, grabbed my sis’ mobile phone, and changed it to my SIM card… Wait. Wait. *ZeeeZZZ* 2 SMS. That’s all? (Sigh. I’m not very famous after all…) It wasn’t anything important. Just forwarded messages. I placed everything back into order, and returned it to its original spot.

As the afternoon approaches, I panicked. OMG. I really need a phone!! I couldn’t feel vibrations. I’ve lost the touch of looking through pictures in My Gallery when boredom comes. I couldn’t SMS anyone to get their replies. Just an assurance that I wasn’t alone. My days were quiet. No ringing of phone. No texting of SMS. It wasn’t peaceful. It was sad… just sad…

‘Stupid, u know…’ Yeap! My sis’ remark of me selling the hand phone. I had to borrow her phone once in a while. Sending SMS just when needed. And end the convo ASAP. Imagine meeting a bunch of friends without a phone to contact ‘em.... That was what happened on the 24th hour… My friend’s birthday party. At the mall. Huge mall. I decided to take my driver’s cell phone with me. He can certainly live without one. It was working fine until I learnt from a friend that the mall do call car service only for cars parked outside, not basement. Oh oww!! What am I gonna do?!

I went to the basement where my driver dropped me off. I looked around, praying desperately that an image of my car was seen… But to no avail… I finally approached one of the security guard and told him my situation. Heart's thumping out of panic. “You can use our car call service at the main lobby. Better be quick, it closes at 9 PM.” I glanced down my watch. 8.55PM. Shoot!! I said thank you briefly and sprinted my way to the main lobby. Phew! Someone was still there. I requested my car to be called.

…People busily went out of the mall’s entrance door. One by one, cars pulled off to a halt and passengers would get in the car, then off it went. Where is it? Where is he? Maybe he didn’t hear the announcement. I looked at the person on the car call deck. They were preparing to leave!! OMG!! Should I request another call? Should I? After considering that question for 10 minutes, I decided to answer ‘I should’.

…Wait…Panicked…I can’t stay calm… Not having my phone and all the contacts made my fear rise. For once since a week ago, I regretted the thought of selling my phone. I admitted I was foolish…

I think I waited hours in that spot, waiting to be picked up… But in fact… I waited for approximately 15-20 minutes… Oh well… Life is sure tough without a cell…

In the end, my mom had pity on me, and bought me a temporary phone that will be passed on to the driver when I got my Sony Ericsson… Now… patience is testing me. I had to wait a little bit more. Almost there to owning that brand new, shining, sparkling allure brown phone… *flew high to imagination world*

Fear NoT

a tinge of flicker sent a jolt of lightning through my spine
look to the left. then to the right.
nothing.
just a bleak darkness of my room.

NO. something is moving near the cupboards.
i'm fully aware. it's coming to get me!!
heat is rushing inside me...
my heart is thumping harder and harder...

blood is circulating at a fast rate.
streaks of sweat started to flow down my white-stricken face.
it's nothing. it must be ur imagination. ignore it and go to sleep.
slowly, my eyes were shut.

...21 sheep...22 sheep...23 sheep...24....
*cReEaakk*
what was that?!
eyes wide-opened, i stared into the white ceiling
look to the left. then to the right.

i swear i heard the sound.
is it a thief? a monster? maybe it's an alien!!
have to find out.
peeking thru my bed frame, there was nothing, just the usual tiled floors.

i lied back down.
pulled my blanket tighter and higher, up to my throat.
look to the left. then to the right.clear.
i closed my eyes.

15 sheep...16 sheep...is someone approaching me? no.ignore it.
17 sheep...18 sheep...19 sheep...the air is moving near me!!
a picture came to my mind
a monster with a knife, ready to plunge it into my flesh!!
OMG...OMG...what should i do??

my heart's racing so fast that another slight push will send it flying out of my chest.
by now, my pyjamas were half wet
my hair was drenched with cold sweat.
i cant stand it. i gave in to fear...

after another thorough check around my room, i went back to sleep
pulling my blanket over my face.
inside, oxgen was replaced by carbon dioxide
soon, i was hot-faced and gasping for breath.
please go away...please...i begged earnestly

thirty minutes of what seemed like eternity passed...
all my energy was drained.
imaginations and illusions stopped.
never know when and how. i fell asleep. finally.

Words of Wisdom: "To conquer your fears, you just have to face it."

message from editor: i'm sure alot of u have heard those words before... but i was inspired to write this when i was watching a korean film series, 'Princess Lulu'...^^

experience in the OR

my heart was thumping hard
i tried feverently to stay calm
but inside me, my stomach is lurching
i can't help but think of the worst possibility

then the 'what if's came
its an operation, altho only of a tooth(just to remind that i have only been operated ONCE and that's when i was 3!!)
any mistakes could happen... i meant human errors (no offence ,doc^^)

i have to admit...
operation sure does involve trust, a strong one, between the doctor and the patient

picture me, sitting in the specialised automatic-reclining chair (okay i dunno what it's called)
i was completely conscious... except for my rear, left gum and the left half of my tongue
then... the doctor just started singing and humming gaily while his hand is approaching my rear gum with the scalpel
how ironic...
is he singing to prevent tremors of the hand that is gonna slice my gum apart?

minutes passed with the dentist on my left, sucking up blood and saliva with a tube
while the surgeon, on my right, busy trying to get my tooth that was buried in the gum
the 2 professionals were having an afternoon chat
while i have to try and stay my upperhead still, with the buzzing of the machine and the busy hands imploring my wide-opened mouth

lucky me... there is a TV a metre away from my view!!!
now i fully apprehend the usage of TV inside the dentist room...
not to entertain bored dentists when their practices went dead
but to maintain the composure of the patients sitting down in the specialised automatic- reclining chair^^

after forcing out my huge tooth out of my swollen, bleeding gum,
i could faintly feel the relief that washed over me
is this how a mother feel in labour??
finally it's all over...

but the beginning of a week of recovery...
and yea... popeyed-look that will attract people's attention everywhere u go...

why is it called a wisdom tooth?
because when u had to lose it, u became wise through all the experiences!!!

é most precious gift

i loved GIFTS.
they're beautiful. they're lovely.
u don't get it often.
so when u do, u CHERISHED it.

the gift was given to me 4 years ago...
it was a FATE, so i knew it must be from God.
unlike other gifts, i did not notice it.
few months went past, all i do is look it at once in a while.

then, fate turns its PATH...
i moved house and i began to look at it, this time, intently...
it was so BEAUTIFUL, i realised.
i, then, cherished it and spent most of my days with it...

in days of SADNESS, it covered me with warm smiles and jokes.
in days of happiness, it was with me, LAUGHING along...
in times of trouble, i faced 'em with braveness
because i know i'm not ALONE...

our days were spent with great MEMORIES...
but it had to end when i had to leave the country.
i've tried to protest. tried to make it cease.
but DREAMS have to be achieved.
life goes on without waiting for me to be ready.

the gift is a FRIEND.
she always knows how to COMFORT me.
she always cheers me up in é most perfect way.
what can i say? she's SIMPLY *Jacklyn*

photo taken the last time i met u~

Changes in Life

What can u assure of tommorrow?
a life free of hassles?
or a peaceful world?

uncertainties.
a word that has been abused.
people make promises all the time.
but who knows whether that day of promise will come?

what appeared to be a beautiful and peaceful life
the next day it will turn into a stressful and painful life..
the afternoon sky may be a clear light blue today
but tomorrow it may be a dark, grey and smokey sky...

meeting certain people can change our lives.
whether good or bad.
my life changed when i met Jesus.
and it changed when i waved farewell to close friends.

u cared for those people around u.
but it hurts when they left u all alone in the cold.
tho it's raining out there,
in our hearts, there'll always be sunshine if we think positively.

moving on can be hard,
but once we moved one,
we'll realise that brighter surprises are awaiting us on our paths ahead.
a much more exciting events are happening. Yes,believe me.

i've moved on.
i've learnt to look at my past as a blessing,
and take the useful lessons from there^^
and yeap...i believe in the future ahead...

~with faith, we shall walk...