JOURNAL 6

This is a photo of the lady of my life- my granny. This picture was taken in Langkawi when we went there for a holiday. It was a family holiday where my cousins, aunts and uncles tagged along. It was a holiday to remember. The picture was taken by my father. She was reluctant and shy at first to snap a photo, but after much pasturing, she finally agreed. She’s wearing a dark blue Punjabi suit and a light blue head scarf. She’s very fair and young for her age. She’s 75!! The scenery in this picture is magnificent. The coconut tress stand tall to provide shades for visitors and the vast eye-catchy blue sky is pleasing to anyone. The crystal clear water makes you want to deep your feet in and never take it out. The water is so clear that you could see the little fishes swimming in it. There are plenty of beautiful sea shells and corals to die for.

My granny is my mother’s mom. She’s a lady with big heart. I usually spend my holidays in her place. She stays in Setapak Garden in Kuala Lumpur. A single storey house that would make anyone feels at home instantly. She cooks the best meal anyone could. Her fish and chicken curry, tomato purri, egg fried rice and tofu ketchup is honestly mouth watering. I am feeling hungry myself now. The other best part of spending my holidays over in granny’s place is that I don’t have to be awake early to clean the house, do the dishes or either wash the clothes. My granny would do all that even before I could be awake!! And it’s really pleasuring to not do house work once in a while :-)

THE HOUSE OF MY FEET...

THE HOUSE OF MY FEET

They are the houses of our feet,

Something so adorable, everyone is petite,

It’s the perfect fit for your feet,

And it’s definitely a glitz.

Red and pink,

Tell me what I should choose,

If they’d let me buy.

Bow ones, buckle ones,

Pretty pointy-toe ones,

Strappy cappy low ones,

Let’s have some to try.

White ones, dark ones,

Dance-all-night ones,

Perhaps a little sexy ones,

Like some? So would I.

I dance with it on the floor,

Making all guys go down to the core.

I walk with them on,

Making everyone turn their head to this throne.

Hard surfaces of grounds,

With dusty layers in town,

As I brace through life with a frown.

Cutting my toes,

Hurting my heels,

As I walk through roads,

And others go on wheels.

Only now after all the suffering,

Without a treat,

Do I miss my hard protective house of feet.

As my love for Mr. Sandals and Mr. High heels blast,

I am confident that my graceful walk through life will last...

MY LIFE... (POEM)

A normal life is what I long for,

I am alone,

They watch me, their eyes not knowing,

Knowing nothing of what they see.

I am but another creature alone,

All alone in this world of hope.

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry,
because I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
if ever I could have one.

But who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I cry
and no one cares about why.

MY FAVORITE CARTOON CHARACTER..

No other cartoon like it.

The Simpson’s are a typical family who live in a fictional "Middle American" town of Springfield. Homer, the father, works as a safety inspector at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant—a position at odds with his careless, buffoonish personality. He is married to Marge Simpson, a stereotypical American housewife and mother. They have three children: Bart, a ten-year-old troublemaker; Lisa, a precocious eight-year-old activist; and Maggie, a baby who rarely speaks, but communicates by sucking on a pacifier. The family owns a dog, Santa's Little Helper, and a cat, Snowball II. Both pets have had starring roles in several episodes. Despite the passing of yearly milestones such as holidays or birthdays, the Simpson’s do not physically age and still appear just as they did at the end of the 1980s.

The show includes an array of quirky characters: co-workers, teachers, family friends, extended relatives, townspeople and local celebrities.

I think all the episodes in the first ten seasons of the Simpson’s are brilliant but after that most of the episodes are poor but occasionally you get the odd episode that makes you laugh. All in all the Simpson’s is the best cartoon series ever.

POEM (POSTCARD)

Postcard one:

Dance steps

A step forward to the victory I gained,

A step backward for the friends I lost,

I raised my hand as a new life begin,

I dance whole night in the cold winter frost…

REPLY:

Afraid not of the triumph you achieved,

Regret not of the friends you lost,

Dance the whole night to splendor,

And you shall see nothing is moved out…

Postcard two:

Ocean

As summer sun shines,

As yellow daisies bloom,

As peaceful scenery catches our eyes,

Clear blue ocean reflects the shadow of the moon,

As sunny summer goes,

Winter brings a gloom,

Blue ocean still reflects the shadow of the moon…

REPLY:

Seasons may change,

Time may pass,

On the blue ocean,

It sets overcast,

Trees chopped,

Environment breaks,

Poor blue ocean,

Deals with our mistakes…