colours

Green is the colour of birth.
As the days lengthen, the land greens and the weeks pass, March fades into the lush days of April,
and they begin to spend more time in the gentle outdoors.
They are a study in opposites, the cherubic child running in the park, all flushed cheeks and
streaming hair and sparkling eyes, and the wispy haired woman following at a more sedate pace,
wrinkled skin and indulgent smile and faded eyes.
The boy laughs, the sound full and ringing, disappearing behind a copse of trees. His grandmother
follows, inhaling the clean, crisp air, listening to the pounding footsteps of the energetic boy up
ahead.
He’ll wait for her, she knows. He always does. He’s patient, that one, he’ll run and run and then he’ll
stop to wait for her.
She’s glad for that, because she’s too old and too tired to keep up with him anymore.
When she catches up, he’s kneeling on the ground, his fingers running over a stalk of touch-me-nots.
The smooth emerald leaves curl up under his touch, folding inwards, and instantly, with the viperquick
reflexes of youth, he snatches his hand away as the two halves fold themselves up.
For a moment, his hand trembles in mid-air, and then it swoops down on the clumps of touch-menot
leaves, dancing fingers leaving behind a trail of darkened green.
He beams happily at his handiwork.
She makes sure to rearrange her features to the proper degree of solemnity and interest when the
excited boy tugs her over to admire his new find.
It’s always been like this with the children. So easily fascinated, so easily pleased. His mother had
been the same, too.
Green is also the colour of change.
^^^
Red is the colour of passion.
The days and the months speed by, and soon the days of dew and rain give way to the fire of the
burning sun.
He bounces irrepressibly in his smart new uniform, a strapping young lad in blue and white with
black boots, eagerly waiting for his grandmother to bring him to prep school.
Term has only just begun, and he already loves it. He has told her all about Miss Lily, who is very
pretty and has a lovely voice, and Miss Lily has told him all about Peter Rabbit and Frog and Toad
and the Cat in the Hat, and he likes Peter best of all.
She bids him be patient, but there is only amusement in the hoarse voice as she locks the door and
her grandson slips his smooth pale hand in her creased one.
He keeps up a stream of excited chatter the whole time, even as he skips down the street, his words
floating back to a content grandmother far behind him.
She hopes he will have fun watching the animation of Peter Rabbit in school today.
He’s been talking about it all yesterday, about how Miss Lily promised to screen the video today,
and how it’s going to be the best film he’s ever seen, honest.
She wishes she too could have seen it, though, so that when he comes home tonight, she’ll be able to
offer something more substantial than a nod and a smile when he rants on and on about his new
hero.
It is rather difficult to carry a conversation when she doesn’t even know what Peter Rabbit is.
That is why she is going to the community library now. Maybe she’ll find the Peter Rabbit books
that so enthrall her grandson.
Red is also the colour of love.
^^^
Yellow is the colour of joy.
Lush green leaves fade into pale hues of browns and golds, falling to cloak the pavements and
streets in a layer of bronze.
The old woman cannot help the delighted, proud smile that forms on his face as she watches her
grandson step down the train carriage. She hasn’t seen him for three long months, while he was
studying at Eton.
Something called Classics, and Literature and Spanish and Chemistry and Algebra, and all the
things that sound so very complicated and sophisticated. Hopefully he did not find all those alien
subjects very daunting, but he’s a smart boy, and she has faith he will prove himself an equal to all
those city boys with their private tutors.
She is pleased when she sees that he doesn’t look tired or weary at all – his lips are curved in that
familiar half-smile, hands moving animatedly as he speaks to another boy.
Of all the hundreds of people milling in the station, her gaze never leaves the boy she loves so dearly,
and she waits for the moment when she can catch his eyes and tell him that she’s prepared his
favourite steak and kidney pie with mashed potatoes, and he can rest in the sanctuary of their home,
and forget all about assignments and tests and whatever it is that scholars worry about all the time.
Her grandson turns his head, and for a moment, their eyes meet.
But she can’t even ascertain if she did see him, for in the next heartbeat, her boy is talking once more
to yet another teenager, and he looks very much absorbed in his conversation.
She hopes her grandson will quickly spot her in the crowd, and then they can both leave this
crowded station for the comfort of their country home, to quiet and to rest.
But then the thing that her grandson has told her is called a ‘handy-phone’ beeps, and she fumbles
to read the message. It is rather fascinating, this device, how they can send words and messages so
quickly from this tiny device.
The screen reads: “Hi gran, OTL at Brasserie Gerard.”
Squinting at the small keyboard, she returns a message, pressing down on the small buttons. “S’OK.
Thx. Love always.”
She wonders where the Brasserie Gerard is, and what it serves, and settles down to wait for a few
more hours.
The pie will have to wait, though. Maybe for tea?
Yellow is also the colour of uncertainty.
^^^
White is the colour of defeat.
The world is white, almost blindingly so, the sky whiter than anything else. But the ground is slushy
and grey, and she frowns as she gazes down at the wet mixture of melted and melting snow.
She wants to go and clean it up, because not for the past thirty-eight long years has her house seen
such disgrace – the dirt! – but her grandson is studying for a doctorate in Medicine and he says that
she has contracted something dangerous called “ADENOCARCINOMA”—he can spell these fancy
words now – and so he says she must not go out.
Stay in the room and rest, he said, especially since it’s snowing and the temperature is low.
He is scarily intelligent now, reading those thick fearsome books with the tiny words, so she
supposes that he must be right, when he bids her to rest in bed.
After all, isn’t that what he’s been training for, to heal people when they get ill? He’s qualified,
almost, to become one of those doctors in their elegant white coats with their elaborate apparatus
and air-conditioned offices, once he completes this last set of examinations.
Then he will come home, back from that university across the ocean, and maybe he will be able to
give her some new cure, something more than “take some rest”. Surely, somewhere in those volumes
and volumes of medicinal tomes overflowing with words, there must be something more.
Maybe, somewhere in those books that he can recite in his sleep, there will be the cure that she is
certain will restore her vitality:
Talking to him and seeing his grave dark eyes, and clasping his smooth slender hands in her own,
and the two of them together, in the sitting room where a boy had once sat on her lap and listened to
bedtime stories – if she can have all that, she won’t need any rest to find the energy to clean up the
muddy porch.
She hardly needs an encyclopedia to find the cure that will be her salvation.
But the doctor her grandson isn’t here to heal her.
So she’ll rest, until he comes home, and then she will be healthy again.
White is also the colour of eternity.

The Blossom of the Bud

The petals pull apart from her protected heart,

Reaching out as if to draw curiousity.

 

She has been boiling to bloom,

Hesitating out of self-pity.

Graciously guarding the core of who she is.

Time can no longer wait for her,

Without damaging her potential.

She must choose to reveal herself,

Or remain a bud forever not in bloom.

Change must happen to assure her peace.



So her petals reveal her heart,

Becoming a part of something special,

A garden,

Full of flowers,

Blooming, like her.

Girl saves Boy ♥

I browsed a few blogs today. Some other people's blog because I found a website showing the top fifty blogs about teenagers.click here if you want to see it for yourself.

I checked out some of it,not all of it.Then i happen to stumble upon a blog this 16 year old girl wrote.I saw her profile...OMG!!!! At age 16 she is a Australian writer...:O  Oh,I'm itching with envy. I haven't read her book,it's called the "girl saves boy".Her book has awesome comments by other people.:) FYI, her name is Steph Bowe.She recommends books on her blog,those I never heard about.Supposedly you wanted to visit her blog,this is the link

Girl Saves Boy, was published in Australia & New Zealand by Text Publishing in September 2010.

Here's the blurb of Girl Saves Boy

The first time we met, Jewel Valentine saved my life.

Isn’t it enough having your very own terminal disease, without your mother dying? Or your father dating your Art teacher?
No wonder Sacha Thomas ends up in the lake that Saturday evening…
But the real question is: how does he end up in love with Jewel Valentine?
With the help of quirky teenage prodigies Little Al and True Grisham, Sacha and Jewel have a crazy adventure, with a little lobster emancipation along the way.
But Sacha’s running out of time, and Jewel has secrets of her own.
Girl Saves Boy is a hugely talented debut novel, funny and sad, silly and wise. It’s a story of life, death, love… and garden gnomes.

Anyway,I'm planning to hunt down the book in the bookstore and buy it or if you already have the book can you please borrow it to me??Pretty please??:)♥

My class reunion :)

When I was in Penang, my father brought me to Penang's Jusco.
I saw that they were having a Dinosaur convention... So,I went in with my dad.....
There are all kinds of Dino..:) It was awesome:)
But when I came out from there..I only remembered one Dino's name.....because..he was sooo cute.:)
He had a big head and small arms..Guess who??:) T-rex :D woots
They are having it there for one year..next year they will be at some other place...Hopefully Seremban???
The entrance fee is cheap:)for teenagers its only RM3 and for adults it's RM6.:)
Later, I came back to Seremban on tuesday and my grandma followed us back..
I missed my home so much....oh,home sweet home ♥ :)
Yesterday,it was my class reunion.I had alot of fun:)wheee..
It's so good to see my old friends again..We chatted,took pictures,they ate,i didn't...etc
The boys changed alot....I think it's their height:)lol
So,yeah....if you want to see those pictures,simply go to my friend's(Julia Ooi) album to see:)
Here's the link.

For those who did not come..We're having one next year and it's the boys turn to plan.
So,come and hang out.Have fun.:)♥

Penang,My Second Home :)

I'm back in Penang,my father's hometown.
We came back this time because my grandma is sick.:(
Absolutely not a holiday trip.
So,we arrived yesterday and got stuck in a major traffic jam.
My father said it's far more worse compared to the traffic jam during chinese new year.He said that a famous politician has passed away and the people of Penang are attending his burial to show that they respected and appreciated what he has done for Penang.
I love shopping.I really do.It's something I inherited from my mother.
But she doesn't like to admit that she is a shopaholic.:)
Anyway,there isn't much time for us to do our shopping.
Because we have to spend more time with my dear grandma and we are tired all the time.I sleep 3 times a day in the hotel...:)
We stay in the Red Rock Hotel because its price is reasonable and cheaper since we have to stay very long this time.As long as its comfortable...There's no need for us to stay in hotels like Gurney hotel and Hard Rock Hotel...

By being here,I will miss my ballet concert,the Jewels of Rainbow and my class reunion that I planned for so long.I'm going to miss a whole lot of fun.:)Have fun guys:P Go enjoy it for me :)

My wbf, Rachel is in Aussie now,I think.Well, last time she went there she said she wanted to buy me a I heart Logan Lerman t-shirt.They weren't selling any,so she didn't buy that for me.:( She bought me a kangaroo key chain.Then, a tradegy happened to that poor kangaroo...hahaha..:D..I broke off the kangaroo's head by accident,believe me it wasn't intentional. I thought it's head could turn 360 degrees. :)

This time I ask her to buy me the t-shirt again.Then,she joked about buying me a Johnny Depp t-shirt.I had no interest in that guy,but it's her idol anyway.
Last Friday,my aunt brought my goofy,up-to-no-good cousin to Seremban.They wanted me to go to Jusco early in the morning with them.My cousin,Steven was weird.But I spent all my childhood playing with that weird cousin of mine.:)I really enjoyed hanging out with him but since we are now teenagers,it's a bit akward.Anyway,he'll be coming to Penang this Friday.So hopefully we can meet up and go racing cars in the arcade like old times or even watch a movie.:)
Today,is my second day here in Penang.There's still a few more days before I can go home.I will enjoy every minute here while it lasts.I know I'm going to gain a few pounds by the time I got back.The food here is way better than the food in Seremban and KL.
:)
See all of you soon ♥

About Someone Named : ME :)

Hi :-)

I'm 15.
I'm the girl who is best friends with a paper and a pen and writes stories about everything and everyone that happens to me. Names included. ;-)
In my spare time, I like to go to facebook.
I really love people who are sincere. They're number 1 on my favorite things list.
I'm not a big deal. At all.
Because I'm not that complicated. My complications come out in my stories. All you need to do to be my friend is like me.
And I'm extremely tall. Like, I'm that really tall person that is blocking your view at a concert. On behalf of all of us, we're sorry.
My ideal outfit is a t shirt and jeans.
I love surprises and books.
In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on. It's a lesson I learned recently.
I like to read up on weird medical problems, so if one of my friends ever complains of a headache or stomach ache, I'm probably going to spout off 12 different things that could be wrong with them. Because I'm way paranoid.
I don't like making decisions when I don't have to. So right now my toenails are painted 5 different colors.
I need everything to be organized. Sometimes..
I'm a thinker and an over-analyzer. I'm not jaded.
Oh yeah.. My name's Jing Ying. Hi :-)♥