A Kitten's Life

My previous lives end with tragedy. Each time I find a new master, bad things happen.

Now, I am in my graveyard. The world is no more my home. I need to search for another place for myself… A place for me to rest in peace.

My last memories were about my new master, Jack. He found me, and brought me home. He fed me and stroked me gently. I like him the most, I swear I do.

Jack has siblings. They are Christina and Nick. They adore me too. Although they already had a pet dog, they adopted me too. At first I thought this would be my home, but unfortunately it is now my grave.

The rain stopped and it was night now. Everything was quiet and peaceful except for my enemy—Kopi, their pet dog. I hate it. I hate it barking at me and I hate its fierce look.

Jack’s mother did not agree with Jack to keep me. Therefore, they decided to let me go. No, I would not go. This is my home, I am going to stay here and nothing could stop me!

The gentle hands put me on the icy floor. I shiverd. It was very cold and I missed the cozy feel in Jack’s house. “Please, do not leave me” I whimpered. When Jack turned his back and walk away, I prowled behind him to get back into his house.

I could not get into his house when I came near the gate. Kopi was guarding it. I hissed and yeowled at him. It seemd to work. Still, I fear that it would tear me into pieces.

Finally, it was my chance. Jack’s parents were home. I scampered toward the car and hid under it. Kopi was furious and desperate to catch me when he saw me succeeded to get in. I purred contentedly but my stomach was rumbling. I was hungry. Was there anything to eat?

Unfortunately, there was no food for me. Then I remembered that Jack had put food for me near the Kampung house where he left me. Now, I had only two choices left: To starve or to surrender.

I curled up and tried to sleep in this cold and hungry situation. After hours of nightmare, my eyes caught a glimpse of dawn light. It was going to be morning. Kopi was still very energetic but its attitude was softer now. It did not bark me that loudly. Furthermore, it tried to snif me and befriend me.

Though, cats do not get along with dogs. Jack went to school followed by his parents going to work. Kopi was taken outside and now I was left inside the gate. This was my victory.

Although I was inside the house now but I could not find any food. This would be my doom. Suddenly, Nick came home. He did not aware that I was in the house, so he let Kopi in. Oh no, Kopi must get me this time! I had to do something.

“Meow!” I leapt on Kopi and hissed at him. I felt a sudden pain in my stomach and blacked out.

I never woke up since then. My life ended again in tragedy. Why am I always unfortunate, dying at a young age? Why am I borned to be a cat, an animal? How many times do I need to repeat this kind of life? Why…Why?

By,

Christina Oui

Pride. Justice

A peacock's pride

Shown by its tail

How gorgeous it was

How marvellous it feels

But thy pride won't

Last long as live

As pride comes from goal

Where's pride without goal

As fair as it

Justice not justice

When evil rules

Over it

Who has the power

Who has the "Justice"

This justice now

No longer is

A man has pride

A man has justice

Be good, Be bad

Keeps it with him

The Way Back Home

For once

I lost my way back home

In front of me

An endless road

Until the day

They come to me

The two big hands

I wait and weep

Before I knew

They stay with me

Take care of me

And look after me

Though they fought

They dear me too

Seldom heard

They scream at me

Thus I'm relieved

I have them both

Though I prepared

To lose them both

Life's a dream

A short history

To us it seem

A century

Never feel

Reality

Until the day

I went back home

A Journey Back Home

  Yesterday, dad, mum and I decided to visit Teluk Intan, which is near my father's childhood home, Bagan Datoh. A sunny day it was and we started off leaving my brothers painting the wall.

       This is the first time for mum and I visiting Teluk Intan. My first thought of Teluk Intan was "Wow, what a big town!" when I saw many buildings with the name "Teluk Intan". But, when I really came into the town, it was just a big square. The Leaning Tower ate up a lot of space at the centre of the town! Although the sun is high in the sky as my handphone shows noon, we scurried out from dad's car and took few memorable photos with the Leaning Tower of Teluk Intan.

       When I was young, I knew Teluk Intan as Anson. Anson means "harmony and peace" in Chinese. Today, I really feel that Teluk Intan is a peaceful town and a historical one. There are still ancient buildings opened for business and the Leaning Tower has a tip of Chinese Design: Green roof and conical shaped body.

        We visited my dad's cousin sister who owns a nursery and motel in Teluk Intan. Her 3 daughters are grown ups, around 20+ ladies.As aunt always keep in touch with our relatives, she is "The Guide Of The Day".


       After lunch, we set off to visit other relatives. Unfortunately, Dads car is as hot as an oven. The aircon is not functioning. Aunt introduced us to a workshop nearby and we waited the car to be serviced for few hours. We chatted a lot and heard many of my Aunt's story when she was young.

        Hours passed by. Finally, the car was serviced. But not long after our journey, hot air came out from the aircon again. Haiz, we had to roll down the windows and take some fresh air.

        First, we went to Selekoh, my dads old home. There is a big coconut drying spot, which in the olden days is a popular place trading dried coconuts. We met dad's aunt and uncle, my aunt's parents. We saw a piece of land where it used to have rows of houses 6 years ago before the fire which took away my cousins' life as I know from my aunt. It was a tragedy to my uncle.

         Later, we visited dad's another aunt. They have a small, black kitten. It jumped on my lap! It is so cute! We chatted for a while and left there to Bagan Datoh. Before leaving, they gave us a tin of "Kuih Kapit"(Chinese Biscuit, triangular shaped, crispy, golden brown).My favourite!

         Bagan Datoh is a place that have little people. There are no ships or boats at the harbour when we reached there. The air didn't taste salty and is refreshing. We took some photos together at the harbour.
Although the harbour is made of concrete cements, we felt that the harbour is shaking slightly when we looked down the sea. I thought I saw a white, long fish(shark) when I looked down. I almost turn pale but mum says it might not be a shark. Some kind of other fish, maybe.

         Then, we went to Ban Gang. It is totally different from Bagan Datoh. Fishermen are all sitting around, chatting. Sampan, boats and ships are parked by the shore. I took some photos with boats and ships. Then, we found a place where fishes came in everyday. There is also a big, cold storage at the harbour.

          Thunder was rolling and it was raining cats and dogs. We hurried back to aunt's house and took bath. Aunt took a Japanese Costume and put it on me. That was the first time I weared a Japanese "He Fu". Later when the rain stops, we have our dinner at a restaurant nearby. After dinner, we went to a house and bought "Chee Cheong Fun" there. After departing with aunt and her family, we went home.

          From yesterdays journey, I found that many schools have a large and big compound. It is weird. For me, I feel that "big city, small school""small city, big school".Funny, isn't it? I hope that government don't put all attention on Malay schools. Although Chinese schools are mainly Chinese students, there are still students of other races studying in Chinese schools. If government wants us to unite, I have a plan. Don't say Malay school, Chinese school or Indian school. Just a school, no matter students of what race talking what language. Its okay, isn't it?

         

      

Holiday

          Holiday is coming. Everyone is relaxing and looking forward to it. Few students attend school and teachers are checking the PMR papers.

          As for me, I'm doing some knitting and revision. Preparing for next year, mum says I had to do revision early.

         During the holidays, my brothers and I are participating in the Samanera/ Sikkhavati Novitiate Program. This program is open for children from 9 years old to 16 years old. A meaningful and good program for children and I like it very much.

         I will post some of my experiences on this blog after I return from the program.