1/1/11 The Special Year

This year is what i consider as once in a lifetime thing. I mean how often to ya get 1111 in a date? Maybe in... another hundred years, but who could live that long these days? It's almost impossible for anybody in this era to reach the age of 90, let along 100. Anyway, it's already the fifth day of this new year. It seems pretty awesome this year. We meet new people, do new stuffs. Ain't that interesting?

Well, as the years passed, it slowly brings me closer to what i fear most in life, other than, snake and insects....the future. I know that this year is supposed to be the so called 'special' year like everyone said, but all i can think of this year are studies, studies, studies and more studies. And let's not left out the future, future, future and even more future. Why do i think of that and not some other pre-teen stuff? The question mark still lies in my mind.

Okay, enough about that. Let's talk about this year. What am i gonna do this year? Study, i guess. What else is there for me to do anyway? Studying is as boring as watching a plumber fix the toilet. You know what? I think that this year's just gonna be like every other boring been-there-done-that year. I don't have that special feeling in the gut about it like everyone does. So, from my point of view, this year's basically gonna be a huge blank again. A year that would not leave a strong trace in my memories.

Sometimes, i wonder why the hell am i such a negative person. How come everything about me is such a blur? Will i ever find my goal in life?

I'm hoping that this year will be a change...for once.

Going against Mom

When I was 9, I visited my mom's friend's house. It's actually a miracle that I can still remember the details of that day. Why? My answer is because that day sort of changed my way of thinking. I remembered that I was sitting on the couch in her house at that time while my mom was busy talking with her friends. I was bored and lonely at that time so I looked around the place and something caught my eye from the corner of the room. It was solidly laying there and it looked kind of new. What was it? I went over and took up the brownish instrument. Yes, it was a guitar. I have not the slightest idea what kind, but it looked country. I brought it over to the couch and begun to play with it. I strung out some tunes quietly so that no one would know. Hey, I was young and didn't know nothing about persmissions on taking others' stuff.

So, as i was saying, I played with it and I found it super interesting and calming. The more I played with it, the more i feel like i had a new hobby or even a new dream. I wanted to play more of it, but before I could even satisfied with the guitar, my mom literally pulled or rather dragged me away from the instrument though I whined and cried. We went straight home after that. I just couldn't stop thinking about how happy I was when I played with a complicated instrument like that. Everyday after that wonderful day, I the thought of the guitar just failed to exit my mind, not even once. A week after that, I summoned all my courage to ask my mom to buy one for me.

I guess it just wasn't my lucky day. When mom heard me mention the word 'guitar', she simply shook her head and lectured me about music learning, about how much time and money it wastes. She just won't listen to any of my explanations. I fought my hardest to keep the tears from streaming down my face as I slowly nodded my head understandingly. I kept my head down all the way, afraid of looking into my mom's eyes. Later, I went up to my room and told myself that one day, mom would understand. One day, when I'm older, I would show mom how important that instrument and music is to me, and then she would finally see clearly what and who i really am.

Time passed year by year and surprisingly, i became an average student at school and was even active in sports, especially badminton, but i have to admit, i was never very consistant towards it. I would attend trainings and practised as hard as i could and when i was so close to becoming very good, I just stopped. When I stopped, it wasn't just a matter of a day or two. It would always be months, and now, half a year. I dunno why, but i just lost my interest in it. Once, badminton was a part of me, something that would fill the empty parts of my heart and make me complete, but somehow, it just fell apart one day. There is really no one to blame, but myself.
I stopped badminton though my family did not show an approving side. I figured that one of the possible reasons why I stopped was because of my interests in other sports like, table tennis and basketball. Basketball is my favourite sport too. I wanted to join the school team after I won my school's inter-class basketball competition, but my hopes fell into the drain when my family gave me a staright to the point answer which was 'NO'. I had to say i took it real hard as i was rather in love with that sport. Anyway, i was sort of banned from playing basketball outside my house, so i had to bare through the pain of not being able to play for months.

The banning of that slowly disappeared as the months went by and i continued playing again. LOL.

My point of view in Life and saving mother earth

I guess it's time for me to stop messing around. Time for me to tell you about my real, boring life. People say that life's full of adventure, but too bad for me, I just can't seem to find them wherever I looked. Then, it hit me. Adventures in life doesn't need you to find them, they just secretly appear in your life without you knowing it or even liking it, for that matter. My adventures in life? Not much and not as exciting as I hoped it would be, but hey, at least I got a life. It's not much, but I'm just happy and thankful that I have the chance to see this amazing and beautiful world, and sad to say that is soon to be polluted. I don't know why, but it seems like everyone one in the world (I'm talking about humans), is out to ruin our beautiful world created by God.
Why? I know this ain't the best place to live, but it's home. Well, and because it's the only place we can survive in, so we don't really have a choice. If there's another planet in the solar system that we can easily move into without spending that much expenses, then I would gladly destroy earth and move to this other planet later. Not gonna happen, I was just kidding. All I'm saying is that, why don't we give it our all to save and protect mother earth that also serves as our home? Why are there still jerks in others parts of the world who throws rubbish into the river freely or idiots who destroys forests so that they can have their shopping mall built or so. Okay, I know that shopping malls are a 'must' in life, but hey, we don't need like what, 5 in one city, do we?
To be honest, 2 of it should be the limit in one city, or maybe 3 in a bigger and more populated city. And that's all it takes for doing your part in saving mother earth. Now, is that so hard? No, it's not. What's hard is trying to do push ups with one finger. Why don't you give it a try? If you can manage that, then I think you won't even have to break a sweat in helping mother earth.
I have to admit that I'm not really doing everything i can to save our home, but at least i TRY not to use air-conds as much as i want to. I TRY not to use plastic bags when i go for grocery shopping and i TRY not to litter everywhere I go. I don't pollute the river with rubbish dump and i sure don't smoke! I only open the fridge when i need to (if you know me well, i think you'll understand that's not really doing any good at all :) . I conserve energy by not turning on the fan but switch on the air-cond when i sleep at night (joking) and not watching the television that use up lots of electric, on the other hand, i try to play my laptop as much as i can (joking again). I help mother earth by planting plants around my housing area so that we have more oxygen and fresh air to breathe into, and not the polluted, harmful, dirty and disgusting air caused my cars and factories and well, all sorts of crappy pollutants creator.
And that is all for today from me, Val. This is my point of view in life and saving mother earth. This may not exactly be a point of view in life, so i'll just think out something sometime later.

17 September 2010 :Morning

My phone's alarm rang loudly and woke me up precisely at 7.20 a.m. Not really a good time for a half vampire to open up their eyes from a deep, relaxing sleep. I clicked the alarm off and tucked myself into my bed again. About 5 minutes later, the alarm on my digital watch beeped. The beeping of my digital was actually my real alarm in the morning. I instantly sat up straight on my bed and looked around the room. My bed was all messed up...by me, my brother's bed which is situated beside mine was empty but messed up as well.

I crawled out of my bed slowly and went I got on my foot, i started walking like a drunken Irishman all the way to the bathroom. I lifted my towel and slid open the bathroom door. I then clicked on both the light and heater of the bathroom. Hey, when you're a vamp, doesn't mean we hate warm water. I put down my towel on the basin table and brushed my teeth.

It sure sucks when you're brushing your teeth with little pieces of braces sticking onto all of your teeth. I know I'm a vamp, and that is exactly why mom made me go and get braces. My fangs were starting to grow out and believe me, they are not a pretty sight. So, i decided to at least try putting them away by using~braces. That's what most of the teens nowadays have on them. I'm just trying to fit in.

I turned on the the water and undressed quickly. I stepped into the shower and felt more relaxed than ever as the warm water rushing down my body. Too bad it only lasted about 5 minutes or so. I'm always speeding, when i'm eating, bathing, walking, talking. Sometimes, i might be racing against time itself.

I slid into my Black Society shirt and a pair of UnionBay jeans (my favorite daily outfit) after bathing. I put on my digital watch and rushed down to the living room (duh! I have tuition at 8 o'clock!). Grandma was sitting on the couch next to the shoe rack, waiting for me to come down. She arose when she saw me and walked quickly to the kitchen while i went over to the piano and searched thoroughly for my earphones. When i failed on finding it, i went to the kitchen and saw that my grandma was pouring me a bowl of mouth-watering porridge. After taking the bowl with me to the living room, i looked around for my water bottle which was filled with blood (Don't worry, people would think that it's simply a bottle of Rebina. It's difficult to tell them apart).

"It's in the car." Grandma said and then tossed me my pencil case/tuition bag. I use it as a pencil case and i put my exercise book in it. I slipped my feet into my slippers and entered the car. Hmm...porridge are the best! Correction, my Grandma's porridge is the best! According to her personal recipe made for me, 30ml of blood, few pieces of raw meat and a fried egg. Just as simple as that. The only difference is that the meat is still raw and instead of adding ketchup on it, we put blood.

I finished the porridge just in time as we pulled into the tuitions car park. I bid farewell to my Grandmother and close the car door after exiting it. I walked up the stairs and into my classroom, which is like on the third floor. When i sat down on my chair, i took a glimpse at the clock hanging on the wall in front of the classroom. 8.05, i'm not exactly late yet. Since, we had a test at about 8.30, i had time to spare.

So, the whole test and tuition practically passed in a sneeze of the nose. Afternoon's school session's coming!

Introduction

My name's Valerie and this is The Chronicles of Valerie. I know the headings sounds a little weird, but that's what i intend to call it. The reason i decided to name it like that is because i wanted this to be something like a journal, a public journal. I may not be able to write every single detail about my daily, boring little life, but I'll make an effort to tell you about things that are more interesting in my life. I'll make it sound like a story. Short stories of my life. Once again, welcome to Chronicles of Valerie. Oh yea, one last thing. I'm a Vampire. Correction, half Vampire.