Part 1 of a story?

She glared sharply at me. I felt as if icy cold daggers pierced my throat as I swallowed my words in fear. Within a second, she struck. With a crushing blow, I plummeted to concrete floor that too, did not offer any sense of comfort or refuge. I clutched my head in agony, wishing the pain would efface. But it didn't. Hot tears blurred my vision as I watched my stepmother screamed at me in frustration before storming out. Laying sprawled on floor, I quickly gathered and steadied myself with the help of a fallen chair. I swayed my way to cupboard and threw my clothes into my school bag, along with whatever money I had saved if an occasion like this was to occur.

Tonight, I will run. Whatever it takes, wherever I may have to go, I will go. This chaotic place is no longer what you can call a home ever since Father left me alone in this wicked world to fend for myself...

Rainy day

Visibilty was bad. The rain pelted themselves harder against the windscreen as the wipers slide across frantically to wipe away the water. The sound of rain hitting against the roof of the car grew louder while thunder boomed and growled as if on an empty stomach. Lightning flashed and lashed in a mysterious electric blue as I immediately cupped my ears.

As we travelled on, the gravelled road turned into the colour of sleek, black oil. Cars started to decelerate as groups of assorted coloured umbrellas lined the paths along the road. I stared at the endless shade of threatening gray that stretched across the sky. It is not even the monsoon season yet... Recently, the climate is just so unpredictable.

(I do not own any of the pictures)

Haiti's earthquake

Let's join hands in unity

What happens if disasters struck? Flipping the pages of Newsweek has been mind blowing and heart-shattering. Pictures still haunt my thoughts as I can vividly recall one picture. It was one of a girl. The look she bore on her face was one of agony. It was so excruciating to look at the picture alone that I believe I may never be able to imagine what it is like to actually be there and feel the pressure, the aura, the atmosphere...

Living in the comfort of clean and green Singapore has been a blessing for me as natural disasters have not been able to lay a finger on us. But the sad thing is that...we will can never be able to relate to situations like Haiti's major earthquake. The loss of loved ones, homes destroyed, sense of livelihood crushed..

I feel so angry at myself! I'm helpless! I am unable lend a helping hand to them except to make a small contribution by donating funds to aid the people of Haiti. I want to do more than that. I want to comfort those in need. I don't know how many of you feel the same as I do. But it pains me to see them suffering. The people of Haiti have already suffered so much with their country's economic issues, they never wanted this to happen this way. No one did.

Now, aid are poured into the country. But its not enough. Orderly lines of people queuing break into chaos as the trucks arrive. Everyone flung themselves forward and pushed in every opportunity. It has become a fight for survival.

Being a student now restricts me from going there because I have commitments here. However, I really hope I can grow up to be someone more useful. I want to have a purpose in life and that purpose is to help people to the best of my abilities even though I may be a troublemaker at times.. I really want to do a part.

Together, with kindness, we can bring a little joy and with that joy,it will eventually turn out to be smiles and hearts filled with gratitude. I pray that you and I can be that someone to bring joy to others even if its a small act of kindness.

The quote of the day:

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

~Leo Buscaglia

A scare

A deadly silence hung over the classroom as he strode in. Not a muscle moved. Hearts thumped wildly against our ribs. Our eyes were fixed on him watching his every move. Waiting. He slammed the stack of papers on the teacher's desk. A shock wave rippled down our spines and our hearts skipped a beat. Words did not have to be exchanged to understand.

'Girls... I'm very disappointed in you. This is not up to expectation.' His tone alone was already so depressing that we remained rigid in our seats, trying to take in the blow. The qualifying test was incredibly tough. I bit into my lower lip hoping to stifle a scream and suppress my tears from worming down my cheeks. My head drooped like a wilting flower.

'I'll be seeing each and everyone of you next year though,' he sighed.

'You have all passed but not with flying colours' he blurted out.

My head shot up, revealing my tear-streaked face. Through my blurred vision, everyone looked in a state of shock. Within the next two seconds batches of girls in every corner shrieked in pure joy and disbelief. Whereas I burst out sobbing even more uncontrollably. But these tears aren't one of agony but one of happiness.

a new year

A new year has arrived and I've realised that I've let myself down so many times. Its unbearable... the weight of my burdens seem to tug me deeper into tangles. A mixture of emotions and conflicts overwhelm me as i attempt to think. Day by day, I try to peel myself off my bed and prepare for school. Time is crucial but it never stops to wait. I'm tired. Tired from running to keep up with time. Tired for trying too hard. Tired for doing things against my will.

Watching others so full of energy and enjoying each moment of their day while I slouched in my seat restlessly, unnoticed and ceased to exist. Why can't time stop? I cant keep up. I hate being last all the time. Rage surged through me. But... what can I possibly do? I have no power.

Hey, my name's Joanna and I'm writing short blog entries like this above to hopefully gain some skill in writing and discover the different ways to express myself. (:

But this short paragraph above is partially true about my life and partially made up because I got slightly carried away into writing a story. hehe. This is rather new to me as my writing is has been poor recently and my vocabulary is not very wide compared to others at my age I think.

I think I will most likely be writing more to improve my writing skills.

I'll try to write about my daily experiences. :D

thanks for reading if you are reading this post! ~

really..

BIRTHDAY PRESSIE!

HEY!!

Hi, guess wad!?!? today i went back to sch and my dear frens got me a birthday present! A bag! AND ITS WATERPROOF TOO!! LOL. they know I like waterproof bags ever since abonti, anita and I got caught in the rain under one small umbrella that still got us drenched to the skin because we were pushing here and there all the time from serene's to school. AND OUR BAGS GOT WET!! plus all the stuff inside! it was sick man... and wow, my exams papers were all soaked and when I kinda took them out, they broke cos too fragile and all the ink was spreading on the paper. But oso good la..exams papers are not happy moments...So I went home to blow dry my papers with the hairdryer through out the night.. the worst was my ss book..zzz disgusting. Poor abonti had rashes too maybe becos the rain was ACID RAIN! so it affected her. luckily shes alrite noww. (:

At first, I did not really know wad to say to them other than smile and say thank you a lot of times for the pressie. The bag was pretty too. and hag a bigbig compartment. I suspect they boughtit frm lot 1 or sumthing!! hmm~~~ must be, I kept hearing them say ayy go lot1 la~

LOL.Well, thanks guys for the bag!It's been the best present I have ever recieved! U guys rock! (: BBF.

credits: Lakshmi,sija, rebecca,anita,abonti

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Today I went back to the doc and worse! It was THAT CLINIC!!!!! the dreadful one that I told u before. Luckily WWII did not occur. Heng, the nurse not thr so mommy cannot quarrel wif her. oso doctor different, hee, its the better doc. Old family doctor, u can call him tat. (:

and i'm still unwell D: so I hope I get well soon! Jojo fighting, woo~

CAPO!!!

HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

SOSOSOSOSOSOSO damn HAPPY!

Exams are overr.

But I fear the results... :(

Anyway, today I went plaza sing to buy STUFF. good stuff. I went to buy a CAPO!!!

Heehee..

Yamahaha finally got stock lor, I waited so long for tis day! to see my capo on my guitahh!!!

YEAH MAN!

I can finally play all the cool songs i always wanted to play!!!!

;_;

and my mother bought the hymns book for piano so that she can sing to the songs if I am able to play them that is.. 200 over songs leh!

but some songs are nice i guess.

Then we walked around and she saw a notice and said "BUFFET! LETS EAT AT LAO BEJING!" (I tink tats what the name is, i cant realli rmb)

then we look at bottom part of the notice: "3pm-5pm"

it was only 1pm...

...

....

....

*stomach growl*

zzzzz~

wl.

3pm-5pm, not lunch oso not dinner...what kind of timing is tat D:

So, we decided to wait and kill time by visiting almost all the shops.

worst part was that time was CRAWLING by. I wonder why time wasnt crawling by when i was studying frantically at the last minute for EXAMS.

PFFFT. so unfair. ):

So when in. out. in. out. in. out.

lastly we came to daiso. whoa, i got lost in a sea of ppl pushing here and thr, and I was like go wif the flow type. But I hadnt realised that my mother always stopped halfway and went to another section and I had to FIGHT the current wif my bag and you know, the basket which weighed A TON!

woo..i almost died there. But I will survive!! xD

And, it was finally 3pm. so we went to eat.

Heng, i nvr die of starvation. hehe.

and that the end of my day. pretty boring BUT i got my CAPO!! xD

HERE COMES THE SUN!