you can do something about it yourself, you know.

guess what? i've completed Alice in Wonderland.

not the entire book, though, because apparently there's actually a sequel to the story. "Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There" . the book i'd borrowed consists of both these stories. who would have thought.

i haven't completed the sequel yet, but from what the note at the beginning of that story says, i think it's gonna be a pretty messy game of Chess.

truth be told i'm not exactly abundant of the knowledge that Chess players have to have in order to play. in fact, i don't think i've ever played the game all my life. Checkers is fine, but Chess? clueless.

so i'd borrowed three more books under my name today. one is about, uhm, it says here "What if God was a teenage boy?" the other is about a Bad Apple. the last had been a random picking from the non-fiction section: Terror in Bali, about the 2002 bombings it seems.

the non-fiction section is actually not too bad as well, you know. you guys should give it a try as well.

so everyone's saying how they look forward to the second half of 2012 because it's the first day of the sixth month. Axes... if you were to count, we've still got seven more months to go. it's not exactly half yet, isn't it?

was digging under my sanctuary desk to retrieve a little chest i'd gotten from my granny a few years back. look what i found.

isn't it beautiful? it's shaped like a lightning bolt.

 and this is the mentioned chest of drawers, although irrelevant to what i'm going to say afterwards.

the lightning bolt thing. those were from my primary school. primary school memories! (i was from Elias Park, by the way.)

so my primary school had had an old building before the building that it is now. the old classrooms were where the field is now; the side nearer to the current basketball court.

the site for those strange jewel things were opposite the foot of the stairs by the hall. i was in primary three, i think, when my classmates started to talk about it.

i was one of the last few people from my class to know about it. i'd seen many of my classmates holding the strange jewel things in their possession, but none of them would tell me where they found it. not even my closest friends of then.

eventually someone showed me though. i still remember who it was; Fluorette. she secretly took me to the place before school started (it was afternoon session for us then) and was pointing to the direction, when along came Fatthin and Humairaa down the stairs.

these two had been my best friends since primary one actually. but to me, they never treated me well or sincerely. i remember what Humairaa had said as she was running down the stairs, towards Fluorette and me; why you show her!? she was angry at my knowing of the place, apparently.

man, it's been years! just what on earth are those strange jewel things, really?

so, primary school memories. did you know i was my little class journalist back then? i remember using some exercise books to make so-called "magazines". i forgot what i called them, but i covered mostly "news" about my class, which had been 3E.

i only made one copy of each issue, so the class was always chaotic to get their turn in reading it. and those little storybooks! the ones on coloured paper. my classmates got so chaotic with those, to the extent that i got scolded by our form teacher for bringing them to school.

she told me not to bring them anymore. but what can i say? i was stubborn even then. i still brought them along, making sure nobody exposes them.

i dare conclude that i was only liked for these books/magazines that i'd written. apart from that, nobody really favoured me that much really. i was called "Complain Queen" in my lower primary school days because i was always ratting out on my classmates.

i remember, i mostly complained about the boys next to me copying off my work in English. just English classes. i was always damn pissed when people look over my shoulder and rewrite my answer onto their worksheet.

come to think of it, i'd had a reason, you know. i remember. it was because the questions were difficult to answer, but i was still able to, so i didn't want any of the other kids to have the credit as well. yes, i was real selfish then. never wanted anyone else to be as good as English as i was.

and yes. i'd loved writing even then.

just recently, i'd actually found a book i'd written in primary one. i lost it again though.

and if you really must see, these are my primary one and two class photos. try to spot me. you can always right click and open in new tab to zoom. *grins*

ohhhh, primary school. were those really our days of innocence? is mere mischief still regarded as "innocence"?

suddenly, it seems like yesterday had just been my first day of primary school. yet here i am, in my fifth and last year of secondary school, just done with my MT O Levels.

time... sure is a strange thing, isn't it? *far-away gaze*

look, look! had been randomly taking shots of the sun when a bird happened to fly by. cool, isn't it? and i'd always wanted to capture a bird in mid-flight with the sunset as the background.

well, it ain't exactly what i'd pictured, but good try.

so. if something is causing you problems, even if you can't do something about it, you can always do something about yourself against it.

for example, if the library is too cold, you can't really turn up the temperature. however, you can put on a hoodie on yourself to keep yourself warm.

you can't choose who to be but you can count your blessings and be grateful for whatever you already have.

you can't get him or her to come back and help you but you can gather together your own strength to pick yourself up.

you can't set the questions for your national exams but you can put in all your own efforts to study hard and be able to conquer whatever the papers toss at you.

yeah, you get my point.

woah! since when had 109blackaxes.blogspot.com evolved into 109blackaxes.blogspot.sg ? awesome!

have you guys eaten? i haven't .

i've always wondered, if there were ever any times when i cross paths with Axes whom i'm unaware of. in Malaysia too. wouldn't that be cool?

just imagine, if i were to pass by a group of people and they start whispering Solitary Author. i'd be so happy that it ain't bloody Adik Naqib. *grin*