Wednesday, December 28, 2011

THE BEAUTY OF EXAMINATION and THE NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION

The term exam is always(forever) feared by all regardless the old or young ones... is it due to our mindset or a kind of trend which makes us follow others' footsteps??? Well, i assume that it all starts from ourself. Very often our tiny little brain reminds us that sitting for an examination is one's greatest fear and it needs much courage to face it. It is agreeable that one needs courage to sit for the exam, but the question is, does the courage comes from one's inner self or just from the motivation given by others??? Why do we need to fear the examination when it is the only existing way to test or measure of one's capability and knowledge in a certain topic? It is common to see students studying day and night just a few days before the 'killer' day. Aren't exams about what what you know, not about what you cram into your head one night before? Thus, we should not practice the same old methodology since we are old enough to understand that the examination is testing our mind besides preparing us to move one step further in our life. I presume that we can change a 'killer' day into a beautiful one as long as we accept the examination as a positive approach in life.
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Moving to the new year... the most awaiting season by all is just around the corner! in just three days time, we all will be facing a fresh 2012. Talking about new year, I am sure most will be busy preparing their respective new year resolution but, is it really necessary? Although it is optional, the New Year resolution has always been some sort of a tradition or a custom carried out by all.

The tradition of the New Year's Resolutions goes all the way back to 153 B.C. Janus, a mythical king of early Rome was placed at the head of the calendar. With two faces, Janus could look back on past events and forward to the future. Janus became the ancient symbol for resolutions and many Romans looked for forgiveness from their enemies and also exchanged gifts before the beginning of each year.

Thus, this tradition started spreading its charm to the entire world and now, it is a tradition for the entire human race. So, readers... why wait? Set your respective resolution as soon as possible...time flies fast! Don't waste even a single minute! List out resolutions which are applicable in your daily life and the most crucial part of it would be sticking to the resolutions throughout the year! Bear in mind that being positive is the all time resolution desired by people. Best Wishes!!!

So, good luck for the final examination and a Happy New Year to all UUM Students.

Tick Tock
I’m writing this in a state of shock,
Watching the clock—tick tock, tick tock,
Advancing, approaching, relentlessly,
A brand new year; Oh, can it be?
The calendar says the same thing, too;
Time races, vanishes for me; Boo hoo!
No, wait! If time flies, I’m having fun!
A year of fun! It’s gone! It’s done!
I now embrace the blur of time,
Because it simply means that I’m
Too busy with pleasure, joy, delight
To mourn the passing days’ swift flight.
So I’m wishing you fast, happy days,
Pleasuring you in myriad ways,
Filled with happiness and cheer,
Oh Happy, Happy Bright New Year!
By Joanna Fuchs


Friday, November 25, 2011

ELC's Recruiting new board member!

NEWS FLASH!!!
Brilliant day today, right?
Well we got news, GOOD NEWS!
JUST LIKE WHAT THE HEADLINE SAYS SO....
Interested?...
If so..

Download this zip file! ELC@recruit

There should be 3 documents in a zip file.
1. Interview form
2. ELC Job Description
3. The Ads.

Everything you need is in there!! :D

You know that ELC has 5 main departments..





So....
Choose the one that will benefit and interest you the most!

Every department has their own specific criteria, so don't make the least likable choice okay?

Remember that every position you choose have their own responsibilities need to be carried out..

Hence, make the best choice and learn a baby step to become a respected leader.. :)

Good luck for the interview this coming Monday and Tuesday guys!!!

Monday(28/11/2011)
--->3.30pm - 7.00pm
--->New PKP Discussion Room

Tuesday(29/11/2011)
--->2.00pm - 5.00pm
--->New PKP Discussion Room

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Consolation prizes - Virtue of A Mother: A Side Story

Name : Eddick Cheah tat Dick

No Matric : 126127

Title of Essay : Virtue of A Mother: A Side Story

My name is Eddick. My full name would be written as Eddick Cheah Tat Dick. I vividly remember how I was teased for having such a name. After all, the word “Dick” represents something unusual. I hate it and I would complain to my mother whenever I have the chance to do so. It was a name my mother fondly took over from her favourite novel. Nevertheless, I grew up liking my name instead. I was always treated specially from friends and teachers alike for the name that I have. Even now, at the age of 23, I still feel it and I am glad mother gave me such a wonderful name. I was born to a family of 5 and I am of Chinese and Siamese descent. My father is Penangites while my mother is a Kedahan. On how they meet and got married is a little bit complicated but I am really happy to be in the family. I have an elder brother who will always bully me whenever he wants to. I learnt to hate him when I am small. In the end, I just realized how much he loves me and his bullies antique was actually meant to be a brotherhood bonding. Well, I guess my brother is not very good at expressing himself. Meanwhile, my younger sister is the one who always have pillow talk with me besides my mother. Whenever I am sad, she will always try her best to cheer me up although she doesn’t know why I am down. I love her dearly and I will always do. The old “me” was always taking things for granted and never been serious in life but not until an advent finally change my life.

At the age of 13, one wouldn’t expect to experience such circumstances. My mum cheated death like almost every day. This advent took place like no one business. I have been told of mum health conditions were deteriorating. Back then, mum has to take care of us three siblings. She does all daily household chores from washing the plates, mopping the floor, washing the clothes, folding the clothes, cooking our meal, babysitting kids to earn an income, fetching us to and from school, listen to our complain, educating us BUT never we heard a single grouse nor sigh from her. Yet her chores never stop piling up and often, she has to work until the wee hours of the morning while all of us are sleeping soundly. Whenever my mother is having difficulties to breathe, and when her ailment is taking a toll on her, or when GOD has called for her return, all I did was prayed, cried and I cried, not knowing what to do, I told mother that I would study as hard as I could, I promise that I would be a useful person, so mama please be happy and don’t leave me. I saw mother’s tears coursing down her cheek. This experience shapes my life. Whenever I am away from home I will be worrying about her instead. If my memory serves me right, I was always away from home for camping as a junior scout. Whenever I go, whatever I do, my priority is my mother. One would find it funny enough for a guy to spout “mother this, mother that” but this is me, myself and I. My mother loved me dearly, she cared for me so much, and so much that I constantly think of her. And I did remember I cried in secondary school. The reason is because I did not do well enough. I am afraid mother will be sad. And today mother still cared for me no matter how big and independent I am, as for her, I will always be her small little boy that she loves without any condition. It was due to mother that I am what I am today. During that point of life, I learned how to care for others, I knew that I need to study hard, and I also learned that family love is incomparable. Rather, my family hardship made me realise these important things.

I do not have any ambitions in particular and if you were to ask why I bother to study and ended up here at the university? Of course, it was for my mother sake. Actually, I dislike studying and prefer playing all day long. But the said advent changed me and I willed myself to study so that my mother would be happy. I would go to any extent just to relieve my mother of any worries and to please her. Nevertheless, I actually grew up loving to study. Maybe the Malay idioms saying “Melentur buluh, Biarlah dari rebungnya” was correct after all. And I even ended up here at the Northern University of Malaysia. I thought “I hit two birds with one stone”. Why not? I partially got my future secured and I also made my mother and family proud at the same time. It was during this period that my mother health gradually made improvement. Mother at one time did ask me to pursue what I believe and need not worry about her. But I am just thinking of getting a good piece of job to support my family. Well it coincides as this is my wish as well. I guess there is no one out there who wouldn’t wish for that.

If I have got the chance to recreate my future, I would want to be a doctor. I wish I can heal my mother illness with my abilities. Besides, the pay is rather good. With this, I can save up a lot of money and do many things. There is a saying that “money isn’t anything in this world” but for me who had suffered from poverty, I think otherwise. The first thing that I wish to do is to bring my mother to a dermatologist for a freckle treatment. My mother is actually a beautiful woman but she doesn’t even have the time to actually worry about her own look. It was because she was constantly under the exposure of sunlight when she is busily fetching us to and from school every day. I always shed tears whenever I think of mother wellbeing. We only had little money left after paying for tuition fees and barely have enough money to buy food. My mother didn’t even mention about buying any facial cream. We all know that she is very sad but, alas she gave us good education and good food while she sacrificed herself for her beloved kids. Tears are coursing down my cheek while I am writing this, yet I need to continue. The second thing I wish to do is to travel around the world with mother. I bet travelling will do a lot of good in cheering her up and to let her forget about the hardship that she had endured for decades. Unfortunately I am no doctor but even that, I wish I can secure a good job with my education so that I can fulfill my responsibility as a filial son. And I asked GOD and prayed for His or Her kindness that my wish can be fulfilled and granted.

If I could ever turn back the time, or even stop the time, I would have stayed by my mother side all day long, helping her out with her daily chores. I really miss her very much even as I am writing this piece of essay. I apologized if I had strayed out from the topic but I am glad I had the opportunity to write this essay intended for my beloved mother.


Consolation prizes - The power of youth

Name : Ng Chee Kar

No Matric : 204984

Title of Essay : The Power of Youth

Speaking as a student in UUM I would say time passes very fast. In a blink of an eye, you have already ended your second class of the day and dragging your heavy legs to your last class of the day. For some reason you can feel the time passes really fast in UUM, but then did you ever ask yourself, did you utilizes your time well?

We are the so called generation Y, the generation that is being exposed with the diversity of the world, and also being provide with the most advance technology. The generation Y is expected to generate innovative and creative ideas to change the world. Unfortunately, the youth now is not doing that as a matter of fact they don’t even care what happen to the world. The youth in UUM is a very good reality check, approximate 20 thousand students in UUM, and 95 percent of those students are wasting their time on things like watching drama, playing online games, stalking YouTube, and etc. This phenomenon is not just in UUM, I believe it also happens in all around the country.

Yes, the situation sounds gloom but there are still hope, there are still youth despite being only a handful, is still getting their hands dirty in making a change to the world. This year for example, myHarapan organized with AIESEC in Malaysia an event just for youth, Youth Nation Summit. It is a conference that empowers youth to execute CSR, and share ideas among aspirational youth. I was very lucky to able to participate in this epic event and it totally changes my perspective. I was inspired by lots of speakers like Joel Neoh (CEO of Groupon Malaysia), Steve McCoy (Founder of Counterpoint), and Ng Khai Lee (CEO of SAYS.my). Aside from being inspired by these speakers, being just around with youth that is full of passion and enthusiasm to make a change is just mind blowing.

Apart from Youth Nation Summit, I came across a group of people that call themselves the EPIC Army. EPIC Army is a group of youth founded by Johnson Oei, whichbelieves in the collective power of people to continuously redefine conventional ways of doing good while making a positive impact in our communities. With their motto, “Do little with many and change the world in your spare time”. Their latest project is to build a new and a safer house for the families in a very rural town call Kampung Hulu Tamu at Kota Kinabalu. These people despite some of them is still working and some is still studying, they contribute a little of their time to help others.

For those KL-ite or people living in Klang Valley should have heard of Urbanscape. If you have not, seriously you need to get your buttocks out of your bed. Urbanscapes is the first and only all-day creative arts festival in the Klang Valley. Urbanscapes aims to bring together communities and participants from the fields of music, the arts, design, film and other creative discipline under a single banner to showcase the best of the local scene. Urbanscape is truly a spectacular, every corner you took and every booth you visit you will never fail to let a gasped or a wow. You will truly be amazed by how creative and innovative youth can be. Being there for just half a day. I am extremely impressed, impressed not just by how creative they are, but also by how determine and passionate are these youth in doing whatever it takes to achieve their goal. Indirectly, they motivated me to work harder in order for me to achieve my goal.

We have approximate of youth in Malaysia, but only about 5% of them are busy making changes, but this 5% did not just give up or submit by their minority, in fact, there are more motivated as unlike their friends, they are doing something great. These people despite being the minority, they are proud, that they are making changes to the world. So what about the remaining 95%? Will you just sit idly by and just let those minorities doing something constructive? As youth, you should contribute to the world.

Consolation prizes - The Goddess of Education; Sarasvathi

Name :Pakyasri a/p Visvanathan

No Matric : 211682

Title of Essay : The Goddess of Education; Sarasvathi

Sarasvathi is the person who brought me to this wonderful earth from her womb. She is my mother who had carried me along for almost nine months in her belly regardless where she goes or what she does. Her name itself carries a great meaning within it, which is “The Goddess of Education” in the Hinduism. For a woman who is 55 year old now, she has all the experiences needed by a normal human as she had gone through many stages in life which are commonly considered as hardship and difficulties by others.

It all started when she was a kid. At the age of five, her father passed away. Being the fifth child out of six children in her family, she did not realise the loss as she was only a small kid by then. Since then, her eldest brother was the source of income for the whole family while my grandmother spent her time working as ‘ayyahma’ preferablely known as maid in a military officer’s house. Her early education took place in the Residensi School which is now known as S.K. Jalan Residensi. She continued her secondary education in St. George’s Girls School. Unfortunately, she did not manage to finish her schooling. Instead, she started working at the age of 15. She entered the working world by starting off her work at the ‘Hewlett Packard’ Company.

As a young working lady, she began to realise the new side of the world and it was a real turnover in her life when she met her first love. In those days, love was forbidden especially in the Indian’s way of living which includes the beliefs and customs. So, my mother had to do it secretively. There is a little gap after her love life and till she got married to my father as I gained no information about it. Her marriage life started when she got married to my father at the age of thirty two. So, I was brought into this world after her three years of marriage with my father.

I can presume that she had been enjoying her life before and till the very second she got married. I am telling this because my mother, the woman whom I admire the most got married to a drunkard and not to her first love. The beginning of her marriage life was a tragedy. I got to know from my grandmother that mother insisted on marrying my father even when he had another wife with four daughters.

Sometimes, life can be really complicated and confusing. For me, this is a difficult situation one can face in life. The situation of her getting married to my father had always been a big question mark in my mind.

Since the day of the so called auspicious marriage, mother lost and gave up her happiness and peace. But, my presence has always made her the happiest woman on earth. As for her life with my father, what can I say ? It was horrible. Father consistently returned at late night after consuming alcohol and he always picks up a fight with mother each time he is drunken. It was something common for her as she got used to it. Tears and fear was no strange for her. She spent her nights crying and thinking about her little girl’s future which now lies in the hands of a pitiful and sorrowful woman. The pain she went through for marrying my father was beyond any pain caused by any severe injury in the world. Yet, she kept holding on to me and decided to send me to my aunt’s house in order to avoid me getting involved in the arguments which happened every single day. She was brutally beaten up by my father and often being scolded in foul languages which no man or woman can withstand it. I did not realise the pain and sufferings that she went through for me as I was just a young girl when all this happened. There were even certain times where she took me away from home and stayed at her sister’s house. Those were the happiest moments in my life because I would be able to see her free from worries. Unfortunately, we will return home when father comes pleading her and asking her forgiveness for what he had done to us. So, mother would again and again return home with me carrying a hope that father will really repent and things would be back to normal. But, this went on for a long time and finally mother decided to leave my father. I was eleven year old by then. Together with grandmother, mother and I went away from father. I still remember the statement which she told father, “It’s either you change or I change. I had given you all the time you needed, but I can see that you won’t change even when you are going to die. So, let me change”. Those were the words which came out from mother’s mouth before stepping out of the house. She knew that her decision will be looked down by others especially by her relatives. For others, her decision may seem to be a self-conscious act. But, the decision was just a mere way of hers to provide a conducive environment for me to study besides gaining freedom from father. She held onto the concept of one man army and went forward in life.

Since then, she started working extra hours to obtain more income to cover my eduation expenses in future. Thus, I made up my mind to study smartly instead of studying hardly. That is the only way for me to repay all her sacrifices and the pain she went through. My mother’s greatest joy was the day I obtained the offer to study at University Utara Malaysia (UUM). She now carries the pride wherever she goes telling that her daughter is studying in a university. When I entered the university, mother asked me to further my studies and obtain a Doctorate Certificate. I guess that would be my next aim and task to complete in order to gain more pride and joy for mother. Even though we are apart from each other, she had always made me happy through her phone calls every single day. I can never find a great mother like her and she is my “ Goddess of Education ” whom will be with me forever in my thoughts and mind. Thus it can be concluded that my mother is the true role model in my life. SARASVATHI is my GOD. My living Goddess of Education !!!

Consolation prizes - Take on faith

Name : Fam Li Ting

No Matric : 212850

Title of Essay : Take on faith

Feeling thankful is how I feel now. The greatest present to receive is the sense of content and gratitude that I feel. No matter how much I earn or the value of properties I owe, without sharing, how life can be?
Few years back when I was in secondary school, my mind was totally set on money and branded items such as Armani Exchange, Victoria’s Secret, Gap and etc. No matter how badly life has for me, nothing can bring me further away from my set-mind. From many hardships, I struggle for a presence, a name, a status and etc. I intent to let people know what I have and what I can achieve.
As time passes and sky is unlimited, people change so do I. I turn to God. I turn to my family and relatives. I turn to my faith. Nothing can make me feel more content than myself. I need to satisfy my own need before I make my way to the world. Love, Peace and Happiness are what I believe now. As I being taught that faith is the tool for lives. Imagine a world without faith? How can one trust someone or something? For instance, a relation between two sexes. Both need to gain the trust and belief before embarking a lovely n romantic journey together. It’s a journey of understanding as well as respect. Nothing can bring two down with the concrete tools both have in similar.
No matter how much money is flowing back in my bank accounts or how many properties waiting in my list, as long as I don’t feel content with myself, nothing would. All these are material visions that count on only for a short period of happiness. I would like to have a long lasting happiness, a happiness that can be shared by everyone even passer-by.
I turn my life to myself, family and GOD. It resolves with them. Not that I’m 100 % believer in God but somehow or another, it smooths my daily life whenever I trust on something. I believe that what comes around and goes around in life. Why one should feels frustrated and irritated when aim is not achieved? I have been asking myself for quite a lot of times deep in my heart. Is it worth the temper-rush? The best way to do is to look at the problem with positive thinking. Turn back and don’t let your anger out from your box. Think appreciation that mistakes are made and told to you.
In conclusion, all we need to do is CHANGE. It is as simple as ABC. In life, if only one can recognize the significant of trust, understanding, faith and most importantly, Love, our world will be in greatest condition.

Consolation prizes - My journey

Name : Joanne Tan Mei Yen

No Matric : 205565

Title of Essay : My journey

Last year I joined ‘Just Write’ Essay Writing Contest and I remembered that I wrote on ‘Perseverance’, a very factual and formal essay. This time I want to write something different. I want to make it more personal, so I have decided to write an essay which is entitled ‘My Journey’. I am currently in Semester 3 and many things had happened throughout this one year in UUM.

I still remembered how I struggled to cope when I was in Semester 1. I began my journey rough. My orientation week was not very smooth as I did not make a lot of friends, I was ‘roommate-less’ and not to mention I was a ‘banana’. ‘Banana’ is a term given to Chinese people who cannot speak Chinese. Just like a banana, it is yellow on the outside but white on the inside. I could not write and read in Chinese and can barely communicate in Mandarin. Not many people would want to speak to me in English and some people will have this wrong concept that ‘bananas’ are egoistic. That is not true and actually we are quite friendly people. I barely get to know people and being ‘roommate-less’ for the entire one week makes the situation even worst. Orientation was supposed to be fun but to me at that moment it was one of the worst times in my life.

I was also exposed to a different system of education. University level is totally different with Form 6 in high school. In university level, we are required to be more independent, more self-directed learning and we had to do a lot of assignments and tutorials. Indeed it was a cultural shock to me whether in the aspect of the environment, people or the education system. Although this is still Malaysia and not overseas, I still experience cultural shock because Malaysia is a multi-racial country and the people I meet are of different races and from different states. One year has passed, I am now proud to say I can speak Mandarin fluently, I have made a lot of new friends and I have a good roommate. I have improved myself, my view and how I see things. I also learnt to be more independent and am stronger now. I got used to the culture here and have adapted to the environment quite well.

I believe everyone’s journey in university is different I am thankful that I did not walk alone in this journey because I have support and encouragement from my family and friends. They played an important role in my life and they are my cheer leaders. University life is very short; some of us may have 3 years here while some might have 4 years. We should embrace every moment in the university and make wonderful memories out of it. This is a process of learning and we should appreciate every moment what life has to offer and teach us. Lastly, not only must we do our best to excel in our studies but also be a man or woman with values and principles.

2nd Runner up - 'When things get tougher, the tough gets going'

Name : Zarifah Naqibah Hj Abd Karim

No Matric : 215240

Title of Essay : 'When things get tougher, the tough gets going'

Have you ever felt so alone in your life? As if there is no one around you that you can rely on, talk with, cry on and laugh with. Have you ever been so far away from the people you love the most? Have you ever broken down because you are just not strong enough? Have you?

I have. It was not easy for me to leave everything behind. It was not easy for me to give up everything I have even just for a little while. It was not easy for me to walk away from the things that have been great to me all this time. It was not easy at all that I have broken down into pieces. I am sure it was not easy for you either.

Despite all those, I believe God has better plans for me, for us. Deep down in my heart, I know that my decision to leave my comfort zone is right. I believe that it is worth to leave something behind in order to get something worth gaining for. I know everything will turn out just fine. When life is getting tougher, when the sky seems to fall apart, optimism is what you need to hold on and to get on track with what is going on around you.

I admit that I was once a spoiled brat and I am not proud of it. I realized I need to grow up. I think everyone needs to grow up, including you. Do you know what you need to grow up? What I need is experience. I believe experiences are what lead all of us to think big and outside the box. Experiences are also what make us to become wiser. Some people say the older you get, the wiser you are. I think the fact of how young or old you are does not really matter. This is simply because age is just a number. What really matters is experience. We need to experience a lot in life in order to discover who we are and who we want to be. We need experience to be successful human beings.

Living in a new place where everything feels so strange is definitely a hell of a challenge for a small town girl like me. A challenge is what makes life interesting. We all need to be challenged to find out our capability of handling things. There will be times that you would feel like breaking down, giving up and fearing that you are not going to be successful. I have been there and the thought of regretting the act of giving up scared me more. I would not be able to forgive myself if I chose to quit because of a challenge I could not handle. I am sure you would not be able to forgive yourself either. The best thing I did was pulling myself back together and face that challenge. Whether you are successful or not, it does not matter. What matters is that you have faced your fear.

Life is never easy for me and even for you. Nothing we could ever do to have our life the way we want to because there are things that would always bring us down and make us cry. It is okay to admit that you are not okay. This is because life will be tough for us to face day by day. Yet, with all the experiences we gain and challenges we face, we are going to be tough enough to face the days in this time of our lives.

1st runner up - Heart of love

Marie Zhong-Yi Ling (Matric No. 2138

Name : Marie Zhong-Yi Ling

No Matric : 213898

Title of Essay : Heart of Love

As the rain poured down heavily that evening leading to a torrential downpour in the suburb residential area located in Kedah, Malaysia and making loud pitter-pattering noises on the roof of a cozy two-story semi-detached house, a young teenage girl of seventeen stood rigid and her face expressionless in her bedroom upstairs as she stared blankly out her window. She was a pretty young lady with perfect features- high cheekbones, rosy cheeks, fair skin, large hazel brown eyes and long dark wavy hair. Occasionally, she would flip back her raven black hair from her stiff shoulders and push back her bangs from her eyes in agitation as a gentle breeze blew her hair into her eyes. In addition to that, a certain chilliness seemed to cling perpetually to the airy room. Her bedroom really was comfy. Her bed was right beside her windows and she had a small colour TV set opposite her bed. Near the door was her study desk with a small ‘Apple’ branded laptop sitting on it.

Now, as she continued to gaze out at the cascading torrents of rain, her lips began to form into a thin hard straight line, colour began to flood her cheeks and angry tears began to blur her sight as she remembered that terrible fateful day. She angled her head and tilted her face slightly towards the overcast skies as she had done so many times before. It had rained heavily that evening as well. She could still remember the look on her dad’s face when he told her that her mother was gone. However, she couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. After all, she was only a 3 -year old kid at that time. She had thought that her mother would eventually come back someday. As time passed, she began to learn the truth. She had cried for days when she finally managed to grasp what her father had said to her all those years ago.

Elle Woods shook her head sadly and slowly lowered herself down on her bed near the windows. She cradled her head in her arms, trying to relive the gone memories that were once hers. It had happened so many years ago and yet, she could still remember it all so clearly as if it had only happened yesterday. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears as a gust of cool wind blew it into her eyes. It truly was a painful memory and how she wished that she could turn time back to when she still had a mother. She continued to listen to the sounds of the now subsiding rain. Hypnotic, indeed. Truth was, she had always loved the rain. She feels as though God is with her when it rains, because then, the whole world cries along with her. The heaven opens up and weeps with the child that she was.

“Elle, your mother’s dead and she won’t be coming back again, meaning forever. I need you to understand that,” her dad finally said when she persistently pestered him about her mother once she needed to know the truth. She could not stand her friends’ countless questions any longer. Some had even teased her saying she was motherless, some said that she was born under a bad moon and so they called her motherless Bad Luck Elle. But all that never affected her as much as when she witnessed her classmate’s mother lovingly hugging and kissing her daughter right in front of her very eyes. It struck a heavy blow to her heart. Their closeness had brought a sense of loneliness that she never cared quite as much about before. “What do you mean, daddy? No, I don’t believe you! That cannot be! Mummy is coming home soon, right? Please do say yes. Oh please daddy!!” she had whispered tearfully a faint tremor in her voice.

The rain had stopped. The evening sky darkened slightly. Night was starting to approach, at the horizon, Elle could see wild birds flying back to their nests. Elle’s dark eyes swept across the sullen-looking garden. Her eyes stopped, transfixed on a tree. It was just an ordinary tree in the garden, was it not? Elle furrowed her brow, remembering that there used to be a swing under that particular tree. Dad had made it. Together, they would stand around it laughing and chatting happily away. Mother would sing lovely songs to her. Dad would push her on the swing, higher and higher still until she begged him to stop. Then grandmother would hug and kiss her lovingly on both cheeks. Everyone treated her like a princess. After all, she was an only child and so, she was showered with lots of love. Those were the happy times. Now, everything had changed. She sighed deeply. She desperately wanted those sweet memories back. Even the spectacle of the lovely beds of roses that lined the green field seemed grey in the dying light. A soft moaning of wind chilled her soul. She shivered slightly. She could not help but feel like a caged bird, one with a broken wing at that. She doubted that she could even fly out to embrace freedom, if she were given the chance. Was that not a tad too pitiful for words? Her mind drifted on...

When Elle realised what had happened, she was so shaken that she changed completely. She was no longer the talkative, intelligent and happy-go-lucky girl that everyone once knew. She became quiet and hostile towards everyone who tried to talk to her. She became too detached from her surroundings or maybe too reserved. Her father tried to comfort and console her but she knew that her father was very much affected by the tragic incident as well. She could still remember the day when she walked pass her father’s opened bedroom door. She felt curious when she heard muffled sobs coming from behind the door. When she peeped in, she saw tears rolling down her father’s cheeks as he knelt beside his bed holding a photo album full of her mother’s pictures. Her father never knew that she saw him crying. After that, Elle learnt that her father was also in terrible pain and her heart bled even more. Elle couldn’t do much to help her father either at that time knowing that she herself was hurting too. But she knew that they would manage to get over it someday. She sighed and lay down on her queen-sized bed.

She was right. But her father got over it a whole lot faster than she expected him to. He was starstruck as soon as he met the beautiful charming lady at his workplace. When her father arranged Elle and his fiancee to meet, she immediately disapproved. The woman who captured her dad’s heart was indeed strikingly beautiful but she had a selfish heart. The self-centered woman had terrible plans. She warned Elle to stay away from her father’s life once she had married him. She also threatened to persuade Elle’s father to move to New York City with her as soon as they tied the knot. Needless to say, she was confident that Elle’s father would choose her over his small worthless daughter. She was dead set on keeping Elle and her father apart. She did not want all of his attention to be focused on Elle and not her. Her hatred towards Elle grew stronger when their discussions were always about his worries for Elle.

“Elle... Elle!!” a feeble voice she knew so well rang in her ears. She came back to earth. She had been reminiscing about the ghosts of her past and was so lost and caught up in her own world that she had totally forgotten about her surroundings. When she came back to reality, she noticed that her eyes were flooding and spilling over with tears, as usual. She always cried whenever she thought about all those sad memories. She had tried to put it all behind her and continue on with her life but she just couldn’t seem to do it no matter how hard she tried. She wasn’t strong enough. She wished that she could lock all of the sad memories in a box, lock it with a golden key and put the treasured box away. “Elle, Elle... Are you alright, dear?” her worried old grandmother asked anxiously. She wasn’t surprised as this was a normal thing since Elle started staying with her after her son, Elle’s father left to New York City with his newly wed wife. She sighed in pity and sorrow as she recalled Elle’s expression when her dad left her. She didn’t blame her son entirely. It wasn’t his fault if he wanted to be happy. And, he had asked Elle to go with him but Elle absolutely refused. Later on, she found out that Elle chose to stay because she did not want to disturb her father’s newfound happiness. She knew that Elle loved her father very much and did not want to be a burden to her father and stepmother. She preferred to stay with someone she knew and so, Elle’s father brought Elle to her house. At first, it had been hard for Elle to adjust to the new surroundings without her beloved father, whom she had grown to depend and rely on. She also knew that Elle’s mother had passed away not long before that and everything that had happened must have led her into depression.

“Poor girl, she has lost so much and at such a young age too,” she thought sadly, shaking her head thoughtfully as she gazed wistfully at Elle’s forlorn but dazed state. Then, she shook her head again as she remembered that Elle’s father did call and send letters to Elle often at first, but slowly, the phone calls, e-mails, postcards and letters became scarce and slowly faded away into nothingness. Elle never heard from him again and neither did she. However, Elle’s father still took responsibility in paying for Elle’s expenses. The money still came but the person sending it couldn’t be traced. She had often wondered, what had made her once filial and dutiful son change so drastically. “Perhaps he is too busy with his own life to care about his old mother and young daughter here. And of course, his duties and obligations towards his new wife,” she wondered. “Oh, grandma! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there for a moment,”she heard Elle’s surprised voice. “It’s ok, Elle. Of course you did not see me. I just came in!” she lied and patted Elle’s shoulder gently and reassuring, “Are you okay, dear? I am worried for you. You haven’t eaten yet. Come, let us go down now and have some dinner,”she continued. Elle just simply nodded her head. Taking one last glance out the window at the dark moonless sky without even a single bright shining star in sight, she slid the curtains shut, closed her bedroom door and silently followed her grandmother down the stairs.

The next morning, Elle awoke with puffy eyes and a throbbing headache. As she not so gently massaged her temples, she tried to recall what had caused it. She had slept late the past night, lying awake until the wee hours of the morning- thinking. She wondered what would it be like to step into university for the first time. She wondered if she could just ignore people as easily as high school. She hoped that everyone would just mind their own business and forget her existence. Act as if Elle Woods were invisible. “That would be just fine. I wouldn’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not,” Elle thought hopefully. After that, she went into an emotional breakdown and had cried herself to sleep. Now, as she got ready for her first day at Northern University all her thoughts came rushing back to her. She calmed herself down, said goodbye to her grandmother and stepped out closing the door behind her.

As she hastily ran up the front steps of Northern University taking two steps at a time, she told herself that she simply must save up for a new car. The bus she had taken that morning was late and as a result, she got caught in heavy traffic down Kingswood Road. “Jeez, and on my first day too! How unlucky,” she groaned for the forth time. Luckily, she was an organized person and had taken the liberty of collecting her class schedule and locker key beforehand. She glanced at the schedule she held in her right hand. She had taken the liberty of checking out the list of extra subjects the university had to offer as well. After running through the list, she had made up her mind to take up a continue-ed class and although she knew that she was not Miss Academic Achiever, history had always managed to interest and fascinate her. She just loved the curiosity building up inside her each time she thought of all the wars happening around the globe and of how they had started in the first place. She was running late for her first class, ‘History Of Wars’. As she rushed through the door into the open hallway, her eyes fully focused on her schedule, she rammed headfirst into a solid wall. Her books flew from her hands and crashed to the floor. “Oww!” she gave a cry of pain and rubbed her head. When she finally glanced up, she was shocked to discover that it wasn’t a wall she had slammed into. The stranger she had just crashed into shrugged his black ‘Guess’ jacket back over his shoulders and straightened up. She blinked. The guy was gorgeous. Dark hair swept back from a high forehead, then tumbled down just far enough to flirt with his shirt collar. His mouth was a study in contrasts, somehow managing to be thin and sensuous all at the same time.

His clothes kept the contrast going: a sleek black jacket topped with a pair of dark faded jeans and a white linen shirt. The whole effect reminded Elle of a romantic poet. But it was his eyes that really had Elle’s pulse hopping up and down like a kindergartner on Christmas morning. They were a deep mesmerizing blue, like the waters of Lake Tahoe. She stood there staring open-mouthed at him until he cleared his throat loudly. She quickly pressed her lips firmly together and blushed when she realised that she had been staring for a moment too long. “He’s probably some nasty, arrogant, egoistic, big-headed playboy judging by those looks. He does have to-die-for killer looks but other than that he is just a total stranger! I would never fall for a guy with such boyish looks no matter how good-looking he is,” she thought and sniffed in dislike. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and tried to look dignified. “Idiot,” she mumbled angrily under her breath and bent down to gather her scattered about books and papers together. The guy played the part of a perfect gentleman by not commenting on Elle’s rudeness and instead helped to collect some of her belongings strewn far away. However, Elle refused to acknowledge that. She just quickly snatched them back and rushed off without even breathing a single word. As she stopped by her locker, #109, to drop off some of the books and ease her of the heavy burden, the bell rang loudly indicating that class was going to start any minute and that Elle was going to be late if she didn’t hurry up.

As Elle stepped up to a closed blue door marked ‘Class A- History’, she swallowed hard, took a deep breath and gave the door a swift push. The door swung open easily and she found herself face to face with her new lecturer. She glanced surreptiously at the yellow nametag pinned on his lapel that read ‘Professor Graham’ and forced herself to meet his sharp gaze. Her new lecturer was smiling what seemed like a friendly welcoming grin and his eyes twinkling with sincerity. He glanced down briefly at the namelist he held in his left hand and smiled again when he found what he was looking for. “Well, well, well Miss Woods. It is definitely a pleasure to have you here in our class. Please take any empty seat,” Professor Graham said waving his empty right hand around. Elle glanced around the packed room and looked at her lecturer again with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I’m afraid that there is only one unoccupied seat left next to Mr Parker there. Feel free to accomodate that seat,” he said, gesturing to the only empty seat left at the middle front row.

As Elle made her way to her respective seat, she blinked in confusion as she noticed the person sitting in the seat next her’s. “Mr Parker, the lecturer had said earlier,” Elle recalled. The person gave her an engaging smile as she climbed into her seat. Elle eyed him warily and then blinked again. This time not in confusion, but in shock. It was the same guy she had practically thrown herself at earlier that morning!! Those same heart-stopping jewel blue eyes suddenly sparkled and shone a little more blue, something Elle would have sworn was absolutely impossible as his face showed sudden recognition. His pearly white teeth shone in the light as he grinned widely. She bristled and stiffened as she remembered that embarassing encounter. As she took out her notebook and laid it on her desk, she nearly jumped at the professor’s sudden booming voice, “Well, Miss Woods, before you arrived, I was telling the class that we would be doing a little project which consists of 70% of your midterm test. You may do research on any topic you wish. Your partner would conveniently be the person sitting right beside you, and as for homework, please copy down the title of the essay now,” he instructed the whole class. He paused for a moment, fumbling in the chalk tray. Professor Graham was a man with a deep dramatic voice. He was tall with a shock of wild gray hair. Elle guessed that he might be in his forties. After managing to fill the air with an astonishing amount of chalk dust, he finally found an actual piece and began writing on the board behind him. He was definitely chalk-challenged, Elle thought, but he was also the best teacher she’d ever had. “Now,” Professor Graham said, rubbing his hands together, and revealing what he had written: ‘The History Of The Persian Wars.’ “I would like all of your assignments to be typed out and handed in by the end of the week.” As Professor Graham continued to explain about how the Persian Wars began, suddenly the guy sitting next to her turned to face her and holding out a hand, he said,” Hi, I’m William. William Parker. I guess we’ll be partners for the next few weeks. By the way, what’s your name?” Unfortunately for him, just as he finished speaking, the bell rang and everyone filed out of the room. Elle just ignored him, collected her notebook and walked away, leaving William as he gaped openly at her in astonishment and surprise.

With slumped shoulders and heavy-lidded eyes, Elle sat at her study table typing out the assignments given for the day. Once in a while, she would stretch out languidly and lean against her chair sighing tiredly. She was exhausted. It was her first day at university and she hadn’t been really prepared to face it. Now, she had hell to pay. She eyed the stack of papers she had to complete. It seemed to grow thicker each time she glanced at it. “Forget about having a nice sleep tonight, Elle,” she told herself and sighed heavily as she processed that thought. She continued to type slowly, her fingers numbing and her shoulders stiffening. Her determination shattered as her shoulders slumped forward, her eyes slid shut and her head drooped down into her limp, waiting arms.

Elle looked around her. It seemed to be misty and foggy everywhere. It was too dark to see any further. Elle waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness as her pupils dilated. Somehow, it still seemed too dark to see anything. Elle tried to feel her way about and extended her hands to grope for something. Anything. Her shaky legs seemed to move on their own accord. As she moved forward, suddenly she saw a bright light ahead. She ran forward eagerly and saw ahead her mother illuminated in the brightness. However, as she stepped closer, her mother seemed to drift farther away. “Wait for me mummy! I want to come with you! Wait!” she screamed frantically as they began to drift further apart. Her mother just smiled and stretched out one slender hand. Elle stretched her’s out but as their fingers nearly touched, suddenly they were pulled in opposite directions by a strong force.

“No!!!!! Mummy!!!!!” Elle woke up screaming loudly, beads of perspiration and sweat trickling down her damp forehead combining with the salty tears that flowed down her tear-stained cheeks. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal and her heartbeat slowed into a regular pattern. “Oh, what could that dream possibly mean?” she thought to herself. She missed her mother but somehow that dream seemed a little too real. Oh, how she wished she could be wherever her mother was. But she knew that it was impossible. Elle continued on with her heap of assignments when she realised that it was getting late and she hadn’t even completed one.

Morning came fast. Elle got ready for her second day at Northern University. Her bus came earlier than she had expected and so, as a result, she managed to reach campus early. As she walked through the rather crowded hallway and headed straight for her locker at the end, she indistinctly heard her name being called. She glanced around in apprehension as the voice became more pronounced and felt herself stiffen when she finally recognized the owner of that deep husky male voice that was heading towards her direction right that moment. Yesterday, she had tried her best to avoid him but today she couldn’t try that technique now since she was cornered by rows of lockers. Her back was already pressed against the hard granite wall. Her only means of escape was to move forward which was also the direction of the incoming intruder. She balled her fists and stood silently as he approached. “Hey there, I was really hoping to see you before class today. I’m afraid I didn’t get to introduce myself properly yesterday. I’m William Parker. And you are...?” William introduced himself holding out his hand for the second time. The first time he held out his hand was yesterday during ‘History Of Wars’ class and Elle had deliberately pretended not to hear him.

This time, however, Elle couldn’t pretend to not hear him when he had spoken loud and clear, his voice full of confidence. She looked sideways towards the hallway, now with less people, and felt her face burn with embarassment as some girls were openly ogling William and trying to catch his attention which was now focused fully on Elle. She turned her gaze back to his outstretched hand. Then, mustering up all the courage she had, she fixed him with a cold, unfriendly glare. “Whoa, whoa! Calm down. I’m not going to eat you,” he laughed putting up both hands in mock surrender but quickly his expression sombered and the twinkle in his eyes faded abruptly as he took in Elle’s stony hard expression and balled up fists. “I don’t understand why you hate me so much but I think that we have to at the very least be able to see eye to eye if we want to complete the ‘free topic’ project by deadline. I think we’re given 3 weeks,” he said cocking his head to one side and smiled a crooked grin. Elle’s heart melted. “Alright. We’ll each do our part and then maybe we could like, combine our resources or something,” she said calmly. “I agree. But first, we’ve got to decide on a topic. I was thinking about going into the World War 1 and 2 in detail. What do you have in mind?” William asked. Just then, the bell rang loudly, making both of them jump. “Erm, I haven’t given that much thought so far but your idea sounds great. Sorry, I’m late for class. See you in ‘History Of Wars’ later then,” Elle brushed past William avoiding his piercing stare. “Ok! Oh, and sorry about that unfortunate incident yesterday morning,” he called after her, grinning cheerfully as she ran off and disappeared into the crowd of people.

She slumped, exhausted, onto the couch and collapsed as her legs gave way. She lay there for a while listening for sounds of her grandmother cooking of walking about. But, there was nothing. It was unusually quiet. “That’s strange,” thought Elle. She got up and walked to the kitchen. No one was there. “Grandma? I’m home! Where are you?” her voice echoing throughout the empty house. Elle rushed up the stairs. Her legs felt shaky and a chill ran down her spine as she pushed open her grandmother’s bedroom door slowly. She could feel something bad was going to happen. She closed her eyes and taking a deep breath, opened them slowly.

Her grandmother was sleeping. Elle exhaled in relief. But the horror wasn’t over yet. As she went closer, she noticed that her grandmother’s still chest was unmoving and her face was pale. She looked deathly pale and too pallid to be alive. Her head had lolled to one side and her body looked limp. Elle stood staring blankly at her grandmother’s dead face and let out a long, loud, high-pitched wail. “Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!” Elle’s piercing cry rang throughout the house and she never wanted it to stop.

Elle looked out the windows as she sat on her bed, thinking. It had been a week since her grandmother’s death due to old age. She was alone now and she had no one at all. She felt cold and distant as she sank deeper into depression. She felt as if she was cursed because once she had started loving someone, the person would eventually leave her. Elle vowed never to love again. It just hurt too much. But this time, it didn’t hurt as much as before. She had grown so used to everyone leaving her that her body numbed the pain. Sometimes, she did feel as if her heart was bleeding and her whole world was falling apart but soon after that the loneliness came and that was worse than anything else. She picked up the photo frame on her bedside table. It was one of the many pictures that she had taken with her family many years ago. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the picture. As she gazed at the happy smiles plastered on the faces, teardrops fell from her eyes onto the glassy surface. She bit her lip and supressed the sobs and wails starting to emanate from her. A bolt of lightning flashed across the horizon. Her dark eyes flashed upward towards the sky. Moonlight glanced off the windows of the darkened room. Little stars twinkled faintly in the deep blue of the night sky. The light gleams for an instant, and then it's night once more. Elle looked at the photo once more and laid the frame facedown on the bedside table. She couldn’t bear to look at it. Elle vowed never to love again.

“Elle, Elle!! Wait up! Hey!” a voice shouted after her. Elle quickly threw her half eaten lunch into the bins and walked towards the nature club’s garden. She found an empty bench and slid into it gratefully, crossing her legs. She was thankful that she didn’t have to talk face-to-face with William that day. She didn’t want to talk to anyone at all. She didn’t want to get hurt again. Footsteps advanced towards her and stopped in front of her. Slowly, she lifted her gaze from the pair of black Nike shoes to the frowning face of William Parker. Her heart beat erratically. She didn’t know why, but he seemed to have that effect on her all the time. William just stood there looking down at her. Two minutes had passed. Finally Elle broke the silence. “Go away. Stop invading my space,” she said passively, her voice devoid of any emotion. “You know what your problem is? You’re being all miserable and pathetic and all you care about is yourself! I don’t understand what’s wrong with you Elle! You haven’t been yourself since last week. How long are you going to stay this way? Forever? Grow up, Elle!” William finally replied, his blue eyes regarding her coldly. Elle stood up and lashed out in fury, “What do you know about life, William Parker? You and your little perfect life. I bet you haven’t gone through half as much as what I’ve been through. Guess what? Life sucks! Of course you don’t understand anything about me! You don’t even know me, so, stop TRYING!” As Elle tried to run away, William shouted back, “I may not know everything about you, but I know that you’re a phony, a hypocrite! And, you’re lying to yourself.” Elle stomped off angrily and never looked back as the garden door closed behind her.

She flung her backpack down angrily on the bed. Tears stung her eyes as she remembered what had happened that morning. William’s cruel and hurtful remarks came back ringing in her ears. Elle couldn’t understand. Was it her fault if she wanted to protect herself and others from pain and suffering? Was it? She wasn’t cruel, was she? “No! William must be lying! I just don’t want anyone to get hurt, because in the end it is I who would hurt most,” she murmured softly to herself. No, she wouldn’t cry over that boy! She had cried enough and she didn’t want to get hurt by someone again. She blinked back her tears, gritted her teeth and steeled herself. She had to be strong and go through it alone. She picked up her mp3 player and put the earpieces into her ears. The song seemed to tranquilize her thoughts and she slowly calmed down.

The next day, Elle didn’t see William Parker anywhere. He wasn’t in ‘History Of Wars’ class nor in the cafetaria. “He’s probably absent. I don’t care anyway,” she mumbled to herself as she walked down the hall towards her last class. Suddenly William appeared in front of her. “I need to tell you something important. After you hear what I’ve got to say and you still hate me, then I won’t disturb you anymore,” he said urgently. Elle decided to hear what he’s got to say. “It won’t hurt to just listen for a while. And I would definitely skip that boring ‘Computer Management’ class for anything,” she thought as she followed William to the garden where they had been at loggerheads with each other.

William turned to face her and taking a deep breath began the conversation. “ Elle, I’m really sorry about what I said to you yesterday and I realise that I launched into a bunch of accusations and made up a whole lot of conclusions before asking you what’s really wrong. I know it’s not my beeswax to know what’s going on with you and how come you’ve changed so much, but I really want to help you as a friend, Elle. Tell me, please?” he asked his expression full of love and concern for a friend. Elle stared at him speechless for a while. She was touched by his sincerity and willingness to help. “William, thanks for your support. I’m sorry about what happened yesterday as well. And I truly forgive you. Well, actually my grandmother just died last week. And now, I’ve got no one. I’m all alone in this world. And there’s nothing you or I can do to change that. But I am really grateful for your willingness to help but there’s really nothing we can do.” Elle shook her head sadly. “Don’t give up all hope, Elle. How about your parents? Surely they can help relieve your sadness?” William questioned. Elle replied, “No, my mother had died a long time ago, since I was a kid. And my father remarried and went to New York City with his newly-wedded wife. He left me with grandma. At first, he did contact me but after a while he just faded away into nothing. I have no idea of his whereabouts, let alone anything about him.”

William patted her shoulder comfortingly, trying to soothe the pain she felt by bringing back all the memories that had haunted her all these years. “How about you, William? Do you have a family of your own?” Elle asked him. “Yes, I do. I have a happy family. But both of my parents died after I was born. Car crash, they told me. I stayed with a foster family. They were really kind-hearted to adopt me. Apart from them, I have no one,” William told her and smiled sadly. Elle was appalled. She never thought that there could be someone going through such bitterness too. “So, you never got to experience your real parents’ love?” she asked. “Nope. In fact, I never even got to see them,” William murmured, his face downcast. Elle felt sorry for him. She finally knew that there were people going through worse fate than her. At least she had experienced her real parents’ love before they had left her. And she had gotten a chance to love her grandmother before she died too. At least she didn’t have to live with any guilt for not seeing her grandmother before she died. Elle knew that her grandmother was with her mother, together in heaven. “Elle, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. After all, people say that u won’t miss those you don’t meet so I really didn’t suffer much loss,” William continued and reached out a hand to her. She smiled and looked at William through her thick lashes as they joined hands and held on tightly, never wanting to let go.

Elle laughed freely, something she hadn’t done in years. As she was about to lie down on her warm, inviting bed, she turned her head ever so slightly as light caught on something lying on her bedside table. She glanced over and picked up the rectangular glass photo frame that was laid face down. She trailed her fingers lovingly across the glass surface. She still missed them but she knew that life had to go on. “Mother, I love you and I hope you are happy there. Father, I love you as well and I hope you’re happy wherever you are. I just hope you remember me,” she whispered softly as she blinked back silent tears of celestial happiness and forgiveness. She could just glimpse her mother smiling and nodding as if agreeing with her decision to step forward and never look back. She could finally lock up that treasured box and put away the golden key. She had finally come home to where she truly belonged and learnt to love again. She knew that she would never ever run away from her past. She had weathered three of the emotional phases people usually experience in the aftermath of tragedy: denial, anger, and acceptance. Now, Elle was certain that she had finally gotten past them all. She had finally managed to challenge the biggest change in her life instead of being afraid and holding back. As she set the frame back upright on the bedside table she glimpsed someone very familiar, a shadow, felt a close, familiar presence and a sense of belonging, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. And as sudden as a gust of wind blew across, the figure disappeared. But she continued to stare fixedly at the now empty spot, unable to look away. When she finally managed to tear her eyes away an almost impossible thought touched her mind as light as a feather but she quickly brushed it away. she climbed back into her warm bed, and as her head touched her pillow, her eyelids gradually grew heavier and heavier and finally sleep was inevitable. She finally succumbed to the multiple waves of sleepiness that washed over her and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Champion- The abyss in my life

Name : ONG YIN SIN

No Matric : 212545

Title of Essay : The Abyss In My Life

It was in mid July, I finally came back home.

For most of my sixteen formative years, my father usually said very little to my mother and me. Talking to him was like talking to a stone wall. When I asked a question, he often gave a monosyllabic answer. Most of the time, he was away slogging and beavering feverishly outstation for months to eke out a living .My relationship with mother was closer. In fact, I could never be close to him. My simple image of him-idling and lolling in the armchair, reading his favourite novels voraciously, was a limited view, like a painting that only caught one dimension of the man.

I never knew him to be a genial and caring father. He showed his love more by his actions than his words, until one day when I experienced the abyss in my life.

Everything changed on June 16, 2005. It was the beginning of the June holidays, the time when everyone would unwind themselves from the never wrecking mounted up homework, given by my teachers in school. This spurred my friends and me to join a camping trip to Pedu Lake in Kedah after burning the midnight oil for the crucial examination. We thought it was the perfect time to let our hair down. However, my mother asked me to forget the thought of going obviously because she was worried of my safety.

“I will be fine, I’m seventeen and I can take care of myself!” I protested.

Nevertheless, she finally nodded her head after I pestered her for umpteen times. I had not bothered to ask permission from my father, as he was not at home as usual.

We arrived at the skirts of the mountain after a bumpy ride due to the bus driver’s rather reckless driving as he manoeuvred and negotiated the hairpin bends of the road. The sun appeared like a huge blazing ball of the fire in the sweltering afternoon. Our hiking adventure began as we ascended the steep gradient of the luxuriant forest, carrying bulky and cumbersome backpacks complete with our camping gears. Although our journey had just barely begun, the day was sweltering hot that it left my shirt clinging to my back, drenched and soaked in perspiration. My thought of this trip as a seemingly arduous journey soon ebbed and whittled away when I was mesmerized by the picturesque scenery in the middle of the idyllic forest. I basked in the beauty and solitude of Mother Nature which thrilled me beyond words could describe.

We reached Pedu Lake when dusk fell. The sun was spreading its golden rays towards the placid lake, morphing the crystal clear emerald water into colours of crimson and gold. The breathtaking view held us spellbound for several minutes. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I could see this magnificent creation of Mother Nature. We then split into two group , to set up a fire and make food cupboards and other gadgets not far from the lake. After pitching up our immaculate camp, wild rabbits which John had caught were roasted for dinner. The tranquility of the forest was pierced by peals of our laughter and shrieks of joy.

As darkness enveloped the forest, the distant horizon was punctuated by a dim moon, casting a meek metallic light on the forest ground, accompanied by clusters of twinkling stars. Everyone was chatting amicably and mingling exuberantly until we finally dozed off in our tents. It was then past midnight. I guessed we were too lost in our own paradise, until no one had realized the ominous turn in the weather, indicating nightmares to come.

“Fire! Fire! Wake up! There’s a forest fire! Wake up!”John yelled frantically.

Roused from my deep slumber, I was flabbergasted and bolted up on my cozy air mattress like a jack in the box. At the same time, I was trying to shake off the cobwebs of sleep. Outside, everyone was screaming hysterically and frenziedly. Scared out of my wits, I ran outside toward Debbie, my bosom friend, who was also sobbing fearfully. The sky was blood red, the air dense and smoky. Lightning continued to snake through the clouds and streaked down like fiery arrows accompanied by a series of thunder. As fate would have it, it had earlier struck one of the trees beside our camp, thus triggering a life.

Minutes later a gigantic plume of smoke mushroomed a hundred meters into the sky. The fire was spreading with deadly, unpredictable speed. Sensing imminent danger, I summoned up my courage and screamed.

“Andy, call 999! Get help!”

“Everyone, gather anything that floats. We’re going for the lake!”

“ Move! Now! Hurry!”

Everyone struggled and helped each other to carry our things towards the lake. Sticks and ash rained down our heads. I shuddered and felt a shiver inched up my spine, thinking doomsday was at hand.

Could we make it? Would we die in this inconspicuous corner of a dense equatorial forest?

I had a sudden fear that I would never be able to see father and mother again. I was trembling like a leaf at the thought of it. However, with an iron will, I stilled my tremulous hands. There was no time to hesitate at all.

High up, flames were leaping from treetop, hungrily consuming new foliage. Everyone heard the terrifying sound of the fire greedily and ferociously sucking in the air. We saw the sky turned a yellow-orange hue. Immediately a blast of heat was felt, and flying pebbles, dirt and debris pelted me in the face. An unearthly roar, like screaming jet engines assaulted my ears.

“It’s time to get out!”

“Go! Go! Go! Run for your lives!” Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs. His voice piercing though the air.

Everyone waded into the icy cold water without any hesitation. Some were struggling into life jackets while the others were clinging to flimsy mattresses and paddleboards. We frantically kicked towards the centre of the lake, where the water looked calmer. Unfortunately, the fire and wind created a vortex that sucked us back towards the edge of the lake. We had forgotten what lethargy felt like, as we were furiously kicking to reach the centre. Water flew from the lake’s surface, vacuumed up by the firestorm’s violent winds. All of us struggled to breathe, choking on water and acrid black smoke. Chunks of glowing red embers rained down on as. Our paradise was instantly transformed into a nightmarish firetrap.

Hidden by thick smoke, most of us began to drift apart. Frightened someone would drown, we grappled and struggled to keep one another in sight.

I did not know how much more I could take.

Jake kept grabbing Ryan, his younger brother, barely afloat in what looked like a life-jacket and he was repeatedly passing out from fatigue as the waves slammed into him. Debbie grabbed a juice container to keep afloat while Tomas clung on to a sinking box.

“Let go of it! Hold on to me!” Debbie shouted, afraid it would drown him. But, he stubbornly held tight.

I suddenly found it hard to breathe. Caught in the maelstrom, I found myself beginning to hyperventilate. My trepidation for an impending asthma attack rose in me like a toothache in its first growth. A chill of terror gripped me at that moment. I knew very well that an excessive inhalation of smoke would trigger an attack.

“Oh God, I forgot my inhaler.”I lamented.

“ Nicky , hold on! Take slow breath,” Brian, my boyfriend, pleaded, hoping to prevent a recurrence of an attack. I tried, but I was already panting and puffing so hard as my nostrils and lungs were filled with smoke. The fire continued to rage on. I could hear loud crackling of burning trees.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud. I felt something hard hitting me. It was not long before I realized that a snapped branch had hit me on my head. I touched my head. It was wet. Blood was oozing profusely and soon my face was drenched with it. The pain was excruciating. I went dizzy and felt the world around me spinning and spinning and spinning……

“Brian, help me! Don’t let me die here. Help me……” I murmured.

Then I could not remember anything, except the blanket of darkness that enshrouded and engulfed me.

I woke up with my head throbbing in pain to blinding fluorescent white lights, realizing that I was in the hospital. I saw Brian, widely awoke, sitting beside my bed. But who was holding my hands if he was sitting on my right? I then heard a familiar voice.

“Nicky? Thank god you’re alright.”

“Dad, is that you?” I then turned around.

“Welcome back, Nicky. Welcome back.” He heaved a sigh of relief. He held out his hands, embraced me warmly and then gently rocked me.

My mother told me that I was unconscious for 2 days and the doctor gave me a blood transfusion. When I was brought into the emergency room that day, the doctor in attendance told my parents that my life was hanging in the balance and I needed a blood transfusion as I had lost a massive amount of blood. At that moment, the hospital was running low on blood-type AB. Without dilly-dallying , my father willingly donated his blood although he was afraid of needles. So, it was my father who had given me back my life! No wonder he looked frail and a few years older.

I also learned that despite the high medical fees, my father transferred me to Island Hospital, a reputable private hospital in Penang, on receiving news of my condition. He wanted the best medical care for me no matter what it cost. Hearing this, I could not bring myself to talk. Instead, copious tears streamed down my checks and I was seized with sudden uncontrollable sobs.

“I just couldn’t lose you, honey,” he smiled warmly whenever I asked.

Although the camping adventure turned out to be ghastly and execrable, I was on cloud nine as I knew then that I had a special place in my father’s heart. Finally, I “found” him back. The special bond between father and daughter was undoubtedly sealed. After that incident, our relationship had never been better. Incredibly, it was sixteen years before I realized we even had the same hobbies. Every now and then, we would spend time together, sharing our views on the numerous novels that we had read, playing chess, going on vacation trip or simply, spending hours chit-chatting. It was really wonderful.

I was filled with remorse for my preconception of him.

Even now, whenever I think about the incident, tears well up in my eyes. Dad , I love you.