Time machine.

Now and then I started thinking to myself, what will it looks like in the near future?
Will the world become a better place to live on or the the other way round?

I guessed.
By the time when my grandchildren are born, people will be living in luxuries, well pampered by the high-tech devices and  the world will be spinning in the speed of light.The earth will blast with high volume music, revolving under colourful disco lights as in the party just get kicked off .Everything are so eyes catching, from the breathtaking skyscrapers, to the elegant limousine and convertible sport cars that occupy the highways, even the beggars are wearing Prada top.Gosh!they are perfectly flawless.So beautiful. Woah, you utter and your jaw drop open in disbelief.

Observing the hustle bustle of the cities, the noise of vehicles accompanied by the happening street performances, accelerating paces at the zebra crossing make you wonder if there is anywhere that you can find a place to rest your legs and to take a deep breath. The world will be full with busy people, heading to their workplaces, rushing for meetings, sending their kids off to school, and worst of all people can only afford to spare a pathetic few minutes to munch on their bacon sandwich breakfast while squeezing themselves in the subway heading to god knows where.Are there human,you may ask.

There you see yourself standing at a junction where you find people from of all walks of life compensate.So many strangers passing by, but no one offers you a shoulder, no one looks you in the eye. From their facial expressions you hypothesized  that they are really exhausted and down.The smiles, the laughter that were once theirs can no longer be found.They shouldn't be sad you say, because they are wearing the finest clothing one can ever find in human's history, they are holding up high tech gadgets that you have no idea what they are because most of the gadgets are invisible and are controlled using senses, in short every single one of them is covered with luxuries from head to toe.

Everyone is a clown, who gets their true self masked up.They look fine from the outside, but little that we know that they are all destroyed and wounded deep inside.

Life has took how many leaps without you even noticed.Gosh,I am all left out.
I am a dreamer, I am a searcher.
I dream big and I search for my dream restlessly.

Is this the future that you picture it to be?
A world that works blindly as the slave of money?
An inhuman world?

wake up,open up your eyes and see clearly.

Wherever and whatever that you're doing now, do keep in mind that, work hard not only for wealthiness, but for a better tomorrow a better world.A world that is beautiful inside out.

Have a good life peeps :)





XOXO,

Princess Evon

Life is never a smooth sailing.

I'm sad today.

I am feeling uneasy the whole time,thinking over how to get rid of this sadness in me.

I'm sad today.

My close friend questioned me about our downhill friendship.

I can't explain why it all happened.

To me, it is a small thing that doesn't even worth quarreling.

But to her, it is something big.

Perhaps that is the problem,the gap the void between us.

I'm sad today.

I am thinking about my whereabouts.

I do not know how can I continue this journey if this wound continue to hurt.

I'm sad today.

I have no one to talk to.

I am afraid about what people might think.

I had myself well shielded.

I am so tired to have all these troubles carried on my shoulders.

They told me that God still loves me no matter what.

They asked me to pray to God, seek for help and strength from Him.

So I did.

I shut my teary eyes,put my hands together.

But I no longer know how to pray to Him.

My mouth uttered nothing.

Tears dropped on my hands.

I am sad today.

I want to go home.

A little something about me. :)

I was fatefully born in a Chinese family that settled in a "new village" which strategically located at the outskirt of town in Terengganu,Malaysia. My family isn't those super wealthy one,but it is the perfect one. :)

When I was little, I used to ask my mother "how big is the world that we are living in?" with my chubby and short arms open and close sideways trying to have it figured out.Though I remember that she did give me some answers which I didn't bother to understand, but the answers weren't what I was seeking for.I asked because I wanted to ask and I loved to ask weird questions.*evil grin I got to admit that I wasn't an easy kid to take care of back then. I know, because both my parents and my grandparents who took care of me will always shake their head when topics like "baby sitting me" arise in our conversations. Guessed so I was the "outstanding" one back in those years. haha

First day at kindergarten.

I started schooling when I was 4. I can still remember vividly the feeling of my first day at school.The excitements and the worries that blended in me,uhgg!Unforgettable. It is a shame to admit this,but yeah I cried and chased after my mum just when she was about to "dump" me in there. Then I made her wait for me until school is finished. I know right I was a dumb dumb. =P Then when I slowly adapted, I found that I really love going to school.One of the reasons was because my kindergarten served chicken flavor instant noodle which happened to be the best food on earth for me at that time because mum forbidden it at home.*giggle Schooling was so fun to me that I woke up even on weekends and asked my mum if I can go to school.

Then I was 4,5,6 in a blink of eyes. I had a best friend who always sat beside me in class, though we do quarrel sometimes over little things but we will still walk hand in hand the day after.How sweet was those times.During those three years in kindergarten, I remember I only handed my results to my mum once, the rest, she found out herself while keeping my school bag.hees I was a super blur kid,and most of the time I lived in my own world.My teachers used to distribute our academic reports according to out ranking in class, and believe it or not I was always the second last one. hahaha! Well,I didn't even give a damn about it because I didn't even understand what examination meant.

Then I was 7.

I entered a primary school which located a stone's throw away from my house,it was so near that I walked to school most of the time.It was a small scaled school which has less than 100 pupils and had limited space. I had only 9 classmates back then and something special about my school was we had two classes shared a single classroom and also a teacher at once.So when I was primary one I was already learning primary two syllabus subconsciously and the same thing applied until I was primary three.I will not take that as a disadvantage because after I hopped into primary school I started to ace academically and even my seniors ask me about their homework!How amazing was that!As ridiculous as it sounds,some even made me their 'god-sister' so that I can help them with their homework. LOL

I was the ugly duckling who always be in the first place in class,no matter what. Singing competition? math competition? writing competition? Come on,bring it on! I was the class representative, the head of prefect and also the exemplary student in my school.Not only in academic wise, I was also one of the athlete that represented my state for national sport competition(MSSM). Well it will be a super long list if I mention everything,but yeah..humbly speaking I was always the excellent one in class.Ever since then,I started to love being an excellent student as it brought me more friends,and it made me felt like a superstar in school.Things was the same until I was 12. Throughout the six years I spent in primary school, I only get 2nd place in final examinations TWICE.I can't make myself forget about it because the so called 'failure' carved a deep scar in me. Just if you notice about how perfectionist I used to be, I bet no one will be glad to be my friend back then. *slap

All the so called  'achievements','respects','praises' that I earned from people around me consequently pumped up the ego, the pride and the kiasu-ness (scare of losing) in me.Ironically,I was blinded by my own stupidity. *sigh

Just if you're wondering about how I look back then, here's a little hint!
Mum didn't like us to keep long hair,so I had boy cut until the day I finished primary school.To be frank,I was a little boyish( no,should be a lot) and I was the only girl who played soccer with my boy friends. On top of that, I hated dress.I literary own none in my closet back then, because I thought being a boy is way cooler than being a girl. ngehehe!

Then things started to grow out of my expectations,drastically.
I've came to realize that, being an excellent student means nothing.Literally,nothing...



To be continued...

xoxo,

Princess Evon

Courage.

Heeellllooooooooo peeps!

So..I've been learning ukulele on my own for not more than a month I think,

yeah it's very brief but I found my passion in playing it tho!

Not sure if the passion will last long,but I hope so.

One of the reasons that I fell in love with uku is because I found playing a uku is easier than playing a guitar. Though it will too, leave me with the hurtful and peeling fingers after playing but to be honest guitar hurts me even worse.ghee! :( 

I can at least play up to 10 songs with uku but for guitar the most number of songs I can go is probably less than 5.Trust me it never feels good to have the pain at the ends of your fingers especially when you have long hair to wash when your shower,you will feel like a robotic mono-handed person.

Okay let's cut the craps..hehe I am gonna show you one of my videos.

It is a Chinese song entitled 好难得by a Taiwanese singer 丁当.

This is one of my favorite songs,and I hope you like it too :)

I'm had butterflies in my tummy while filming since this is MY VERY FIRST TIME,so don't expect it to be perfect ya..haha
It will be super great if you can leave me comments and thumbs up for this video(tho it needs more  improvements)but yeah..I'd love to know what you think about this video.

till then,

xoxo

PrincessEvon