a bad day

My cousin, Kuhan had come down from Malaysia for my sister’s birthday. Both of us behave like best of friends and when we come together there is a total chaos in the house. On my sisters birthday I was extremely excited because my mother had decided to bake chicken pizzas with pizzas which I loved.

I got my food and went to sit with few other of my cousins and joking around as usual. All of a sudden Kuhan sitting on the opposite table threw a piece of French fry across the hall which hit my head. I was angry inside myself and decided to take revenge. In my pizza there was a slice of pineapple. I took it out and flung it across the living room, hitting him in the back of his head. As soon as I saw it hit him I started laughing but it did not help.

My mother happened to see a yellow object fly through the air, so she looked around and saw everyone at my table laughing. I still remember the look that had been plastered on her face. She was angry. She demanded me to tell her who had thrown the pineapple. I had no other choice but to confess. She had a long talk with me and further more, she also grounded me for a week.

That was truly a day that I wish I could change.
This is a song that could express my emotions

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

On the lighter side of life. here is a sond sang by alvin and the chipmunks.

frightening experience

It was a moon-lit night when I was walking home on foot through a secluded street near my house, which was a short-cut indeed. It was the first night of my whole life that I was alone in such a late time. On that day, it seemed quieter in my consideration.

In the dark, I could see bats. There were hundreds of them in the shadows. I had moved really fast towards home. It was partly because I was hungry. I therefore moved rapidly for a dinner. All of a sudden, I caught a sight of some thing white on a mango tree.

That is when I remembered my grandmother telling me that ghosts also known as ponthianahs in local context, would lure around either mango or banana trees late at night.

I was a bit curious. I wanted to know why she was there at that time of the late night. I stopped walking for a while. As I stood there, vague memories my grandmother telling me that ghosts also known as ponthianahs in local context, would lure around either mango or banana trees late at night. I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached home I could hardly speak.

From that day onwards I told myself that I would not walk through that path at night, but rather take the longer way.

Here are two video that are similar to my experience. so enjoy them!!!