ranting around

LET'S JUST FACE IT. MARCH IS COMING SOON. Oh, it's tomorrow. For those my year, you know what that means..LAHH. SPM results! When's the official date again? 11th or 16th? Or 9th?

*please don't kill me for reminding you guys*

And for those who seek some sort of immediate solution to release stress, then I suggest you should follow the instructions carefully as stated in the picture below :

Haha. Pinjam sikit Johannan.

So where was I? Ah, results. And after that comes? Scholarships. Interviews. Speaking of scholarships...

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You know how annoying it is when the so called "rich guy/gal" in your class ( or anyone you know) starts to post stuff on his/her Facebook/Twitter/Blogger so sweetly and innocently enquiring "Hey, I was wondering how do I apply for scholarships?? Oh what should I write on my CV ?" OK, don't get me wrong, I don't really oppose them in this sense. But I believe some of you might understand what I'm really trying to say here.

Please lah! With your parents so fully loaded and berada, when your family can go flying here and there around the world without so much of a budget, when you can afford luxurious items - Nike, Adidas, Tropicana, Whateverla , when your parents can afford to buy BMW's and Mercedes and Porsches, when your parents can afford to build mansions and palaces on hills, when you can act as though you're some sort of star with some superiority and airs and all those kind of crap you get from bloody-rich-kids-who-think-their-so-high-and-mighty! Have you ever thought of giving some other less loaded people a chance?

And don't start saying that " You have to understand...my family velly velly big. My parents cannot support all of them" or something like "It still doesn't mean you don't need to save".
Yeah, right. Cannot support? Need to save? Think again.


To some people, please don't get offended at what I've just posted here. It's just my opinion. And I'm not really against you guys. Some are really nice and humble. To any observant reader, my post title is " ranting around " , get it? It's not that I'm gung-ho setting up an opposition party voicing out my views in the Parliment.

I already sense some hostility. Hehe =)

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Where was I again? Ah yes, interviews. Interviews. Oh no. I remembered on the last day of SPM I said I would find my interest so that I can prepare myself for these - interviews. And there goes the habit of..........delaying. Delay up to now. Walau! What to do man.
To be fair, I did some research. Tried out some personality tests. Brigg Meyers test. Or whatever way you spelled it. But honestly up till today, I still can't really find out my interests. Sometimes the hardest, most difficult, paling susah problem is to understand yourself. Terrible la. Which brings us to -----------HOW ON EARTH AM I TO BE INTERVIEWED IF I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO?? I don't even know whether I'll be selected for interviews. D=

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Sunshine, won't you be my mother
Sunshine, come and help me sing
My heart is darker than these oceans
My heart is frozen underneath

We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight,
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Sigh.

February.

Wah lauh eh! Already 25 Feb?? How time flies! Oh blame it all on chinese new year. When you're in a festive mood, time just does not matter. And with a blink of an eye, fuuuuuuuuush there goes one week of holiday. (oops I forgot, everyday is holiday =D )
I'm such a useless person, doing nothing productive at home. When people work, I sleep. When people study, I play. ( I guess that's why I rock! )

Chinese New Year was so, oh wait for it... just a littleee ...wait-for-it...du...dull. Funny how as the years pass by, there's always a fraction less of the excitement than the year before. Well here's a summary of what I did during CNY week.

• Day 1 - Meeting up with relatives from dad and mum's side. It's all shouting and screaming in Tanjung Kling, but in KL, everything seems quieter. I went swimming, finally! And not to forget ending the night with a dose of C&C at my bro's place :)
• Day 2 - Still in KL. Woke up quite late. Another dose of C&C. Wasted time in Mid Valley walking-around-doing-nothing but end up with a nice dose of Starbucks. Went over to Daniel's place again, this time promising that we would exercise but.......again another dose of C&C. Sigh.
  
• Day 3 - Back home! Had to tidy the house a bit. Got a visit from Tracy and Dawn. In the end Dawn handed me a whole stack of thick books which I won't elaborate on.
  
• Day 4 - Visit Su Faye. Met up with STSD friends. Wei Sheng! Still the same old, same old. A bit boring dy la.
• Day 5 - Another visit to Desmond's house. Catching up with friends bla-bla-bla.
• Day 6, 7, 8.......... - Let's just stop here.

So that's CNY for 2010! Applause everyone! *** A moment of syok sendiri ***


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Missing you guys from STEPUP weyh! Already a month since we parted, hmm I wonder whether I'm still remembered. No, no when I meet you guys I expect a king's welcome.
*** Another moment of syok sendiri ***

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You know that something is wrong when
1) the PM is so gung-ho about 1Malaysia and tolerance-acceptance-unity-equality.....the list goes on.. when suddenly at a 1Malaysia conference the PM's aide starts saying "Indians came to Malaysia as beggars and Chinese woman as prostitutes"

2) after the High court ruled that the A word can be used by The Herald, people start protesting in the streets and the PM says we can do nothing about it.

3) the Federal Court ruled that Zambry is the legitimate MB for Perak, the PM says 'respect the court decision'. (Relate this to no. 2)

4) a professional consultancy which publish reports on risk ratings of countries around Asia says that Bolehland is veering towards instability and the DPM says that ' it's rubbish'.

....and the list goes on...

Yet let us continually pray for the nation despite all the happenings around us seems incline towards the -ve side.

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BTW, is there any place in Melaka that I can go mountain biking ??

OH AND MARCH IS COMING! YOU-KNOW-WHAT-THAT-MEANS....

Hi and Bye

We meet, we greet each other with a "Hi!".
We depart, we bid farewell to each other with a "Bye!"

But between these two words, bonds are formed, friendships are built, relationships are established. The journey from a simple "Hi!" to a "Bye!" with everyone in STEPUP has been an interesting, exciting, and refreshing experience.

THANK YOU :

Brian - for doing the weirdest stuff ever. (like dancing while we were singing)
Aaron - for his Oreos
Jeremy - for his obsession with my body (errr)
Joshua - for playing table tennis and teaching me how to play volleyball
Cheeyip aka Tiny - for his alarm every morning and for agreeing to swim at 6.30am
Kay Aun - for his nose kiss
Joseph - for talking like a Malaysian (or at least tried to)
Kay Jen - for asking so many questions during the sessions
Hui Ying - for frightening me while I was enjoying the night view
Grace - for acting cute and being random sometimes

But most of all, Thank You God for what You have done for us in this camp. You are truly amazing.

Hopefully I'll be able to meet up with you guys sometime soon. You guys ROCK my socks!

Insight

Through the darkness, I found my sight.

Your love has open my sight, and all I see is You.

Oh how many times have I stumbled and lost myself, yet You found me.


Thank you, LORD.

Malas want to update

Malas Want To Update.

...

SHOULDERS

Ah. The pain that I have to bear everyday. What's happening to my shoulders/scapula/ligaments/ tendons/synovial fluid/synovial membrane/cartilage?? (ok not too much bio here)

Maybe it was because of the guitar playing while in form 4. Back then I did not really care about the pain, thought that it would go away some time somehow. But then almost 2 years had passed by now. AND the last time I touched that guitar was hmm.. 6 months ago? THIS SUCKS! Every morning I feel as if I've aged 5 years. (Wah so drama) But it's true. Sometimes the pain is unbearable. Some Very Rude Friend Of Mine (haha) recommended that I went to a chiropracter. (how to spell?) But sorry, i'm not that rich. I bet the fellar would be surprised to see a 17 year old person needing some massage.

Oh NO! How can I continue playing guitar after SPM? How can I write for hours during exams? Even writing brings in the pain sometimes. How can I exercise, do push-ups chin-ups sit-ups ???
(The dream of every guy to build some muscle to show off to some girls to catch their attention to get their numbers to bla bla bla.. )

The future looks bleak for me. O.O

After a long silence..

A;SLFKGHA;LSDFJA;LSDKFJA;LSDKFH;ALKSDFH;ALKSDJF;LASDKJF;ALSDKFJA;SDLKFJ

Trials :
Was ok. Although I felt it was a bit biased and unfair. Don't have to elaborate on it. You get what I mean.

This Saturday :

CF Farewell Party! No Johannan I won't be there. :P Nah just joking. How could I miss such a...a...a.. meaninggggggggggfuuuuuuuuuuul evennnnt? Haha.

Even though it has been a long time since I updated this blog, I still have nothing much to say. OR should I say that the things or thoughts or stuff that I had wanted to blog about, may bring about some anger among other people. Hehe.



Oh well, off to Red Alert 2! ( I know lah, old game. But still fun mah)

from standard 6 to form 5

5 years down the road. Still same old, same old.

Age : 12 years
Age : 16 years
Age : 12 years
Age : 16 years
Age : 12 years
Age : 16 years

Hari ini

is 25th of April . Heeheee.

Oh why?

Sigh.

I was having a conversation

with Johannan during biology period one day. ( Before the feller switched class). It was an interesting one. ( Actually it was pretty pointless, but you know..biology.. you get what I mean)

Have you ever come across a person who kept asking you "Why?" to every answer you give? Yeah it's quite annoying. But let's see what happens when you refuse to give in to the "Why?" and keep giving an answer....

Jo : I want my video games back.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I want to play.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I'm bored.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I have no life.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I'm a student.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I'm still 16 years old.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I was born in 1992.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because my parents .............on a particular night.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because they were married.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because they were attracted to each other.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because dad was handsome and mum was pretty.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because their parents were handsome and pretty.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because their genes are unique.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because God made them that way.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because there's beauty in diversity.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because when there's no diversity, there's no beauty.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because the last letter of diversity is the same as the last letter of beauty.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because some English scholars decided it to be like that.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because it sounds nice.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because it rhymes.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because our brain is like that.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because our brain is retarded.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because you are retarded.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because I am retarded.
Matt : Why?
Jo : Because this whole damn conversation is retarded......
Matt : Haha..

pointless......

Yay!!!!! Its holidays!!

..................And I'm sick.

Damn you Sean. It's all your fault. We shouldn't have let you sleep in our tents. With you sneezing and coughing in front of my face, its no wonder I'm sick now. I'm 100% sure its you who passed your virus to me. Babi you la. Now I can't enjoy my holidays at all.



Anyways, here are some interesting remarks made by teachers and students of 5sc1. Don't know whether you guys will enjoy it.

Top on the list:
1) Janice (points at picture) : Who's prettier?? Me right? Of course me la! You don't have to tell me!
2) Janice : I know I'm pretty! I'm so pretty! Of course I'm prettier than my sister!
Janice : My face pretty right? My eyes pretty right? My nose pretty right?

Getting bored of Janice. Lets move on...

3) Chun Kiat ( Upon receiving his add maths marks) : Wah, this is the first time I got less than 95

4) Desmond (looks at Shen Kai) : Yao shiu kia.
Shen Kai ( looks at Desmond ) : Ah Kua

5) (during physics)
Sean and Shen Kai : Wah sir your drawing very nice!
Mr. Tam (immediately) : Of course.

6) Mr. Tam : Conditions for total internal reflection is that the light must propagate from denser medium to less dense medium. (Looks at students) Wei you all understand or not? Woi are you all listening? Aiya! Don't understand then forget about it. Just memorise.

7) (Before physics test, walks up to Matthew.)
Joash : Oh please la. Don't tell me you didnt study at all.
(After physics test, walks up to Akash)
Joash : Akash, I think this is the easiest test I've ever taken. Oh, it's not hard la. How come you don't know how to answer?? It's soo easy man.
( After getting results . Joash-90, Akash- 93)

8) Shen Kai : JIIIIIIII*******AAIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!

9) Shen Kai : See my hair! So saatt!
Mr. Rama : Why this guy's hair like umbrella?

10) Mr. Sasi (Moral teacher): You see that guy! Really MBMB!

11) Akash : Johannan have you finished?
Johannan : Not yet.
Chun Kiat : I finish d.
Akash : Finish what???

12) Chun Liang : I give your chance a son.

Last but not LEAST.........

13) Pn. Teo (slang, slang, slang) : Awwright cwlasss, now we shaell lern abouwt the stwuckcher of the xailem vassals.
5sc1: SNnnooorrreeee......

When it Rains.......

I think about the past times..


The times where happiness was everywhere..


When we could laugh and dance and sing..


When we could tease and tickle and play...


When we could..........


Blah. Time to sleep. * Snooorreeee*

Y G O L O I B

Kriiingg * bell rings*. 5sc1 students sigh, knowing what they have to face next. A student, fairly tall and muscular, sitting at the back row, exclaims " Yes!!! It's relief period!!" A few other students shouted " SHIT!! Pinjam me your peka!! I haven't copy yet!" After a few minutes later, everyone trudged wearily, grudgingly down 2 flights of stairs.

On reaching the second floor, they turned to the right, and saw that familiar yellow door that leads to a labroratory. You know what is it. The students took their seats. There was noise everywhere, everyone was doing their own stuff. Then the infamous teacher came in. As expected, the students heard " STAND UP CLASS!" Most of them stood, while some remained sitting defiantly at their seats. The monitor waited for them to stand, but still they pay no heed to him. A student, not wanting to remain standing forever, shouted out the greeting "GOOD MORNING TEACHER" and a chorus of voices followed. The monitor gave the student a venomous look. He did not like his kewibawaan as a monitor to get tercabar. The teacher, a fairly short lady with round spectacles, seemed oblivious to anything and everything. Her face bore an impatient look.

(with a slang) "Yesterday 5 sc1 already passed up their peka. Where are yours??"
An uneasy silence followed. Some students were still hastily copying their work. The teacher, as if driven by some weird impulsive force, switched off the fans, but left 2 fans running. Yes you can guess it, she wanted the wind all to herself.

"Walawei no electricity again?? What stupid school!"
"Oi you stupid issit.Didn't you see the two fans spinning ah? Bodoh sial"
"Ciko teacher off the fan. What's wrong with her? Siao ah"

Unfazed, the teacher started to teach. 5.....10.....15..minutes... At first the class was quiet. As time stretched on, the voices of bored and tired students began to rise. The heat was rising too. One student, wearing spectacles, who bore a different hair cut that particular day, started complaining about the heat. The student sitting beside him ignored him. He found a part of a broken plastic ruler and started fiddling it. A Chindian sitting beside him, started rubbing his ruler with a handkerchief and tried sucking bits of torn paper, but to no avail.

"This is what we do to keep our sanity during this period." he said to the student. The student, looked behind and was not surprised by what he saw. Everyone was doing everything that had no connection to what the teacher was teaching. There were people talking, sleeping, or even studying another subject. It was as if they did not care anymore. Only a few front row students were loyally listening to the teacher. The student began to rub his eyes. Sleep was overcoming him. "There's no hope in this subject. What a waste of time." he thought to himself. Suddenly the student looked up. He saw a slogan pasted on the top left corner of the labroratory:

Datang dengan harapan
Pulang dengan kejayaan

"How ironic." He sighed.

this few days have been

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. There's no better way to torture men than mosquitoes and HOTNESS. The heat.......ooohlala makes me feel sure I'm on FIRE. And the mosquitoes.....Guess I don't have to say anything about it.

Everyone's been pretty busy these few days, either rushing to finish up their homework or trying to cope with studies. Monthly test is just a few weeks away. No wonder people seem so tense in the class...(won't elaborate on it anymore) Except for some people. I can name them:

1) Keng Shen Kai
2) Sean Tay
3) Khoo Wei Sheng

These people rocks my socks. Although sometimes they may be quite annoying. Either they give you laughters and tears ( I mean laugh till cry tears, not the touching ones...) or they just ruin your whole day by conteng-ing your book with random lines and stupid faces and sometimes errr not so decent words. The class would be so boring without them.
Played football today in school. Was the first time we had an extended PJ period. Thank God Mr. Butterfly didnt have anything to say today. We fought against the school team!!! Guess what, we won 2-0. But it was heavily one sided lah. We outnumbered them by, I don't know.. 6 -7 players? Mr. Seksidharan said something very funny. " Don't worry, they just know how to demonstrate, but they can't score. " Haha.

Which reminds me. I haven't completed my moral folio.. Only the essays.. NOOO.

And I think I'm losing interest in playing guitar....

haaaaaaaaah

It's been quite a while since I last updated my blog. Sorry, didn't have anything to blog about.

But anyway, a big big THANK YOU to my brother for lending me his guitar and pedals and amp and stuffffffffff even though it's only for a few months. Now I am assigned to learn SONGS and how pedal works and things like that. To get John Mayer's tone, Lincoln Brewster and Altered Frequency's delay, SRV's wah wah ANDDDDDDDD that killer song cliffs of dover.

Yeah so I was pretty excited in using those pedals and that 50 watt BIG amp. Plug in, check the switches, the ports, the cables, everything in order, ready....on the switch...LETS ROCK AND ROLL BABEH!!!! Wait, why was there a pricky feeling when I touched the strings??? *Takes test pen* OH NO!! ELECTRIC CURRENT!! What the heck man, if the current was higher I'd probably be electrocuted. Did some fiddling and research (hmm) and found out the cause of the problem was that amp.
Oh no, the big amp..why Marshall why. Cilaka. Of all things. If it was the guitar tuner, ahhh then nothing to worry about. But babi 50 watt amp got problem, really cilamau.

As you can see I was (and is) very disappointed. Now having to resort to that small pathetic 10 watt amp, nothing sounds good already. Anyway, I suddenly realised how little I know bout guitar. Sigh ignorance. Can't play good guitar. Can't get the tone, the tune, the rhythm!! Searching online for videos and all... still I can't find any inspiration.

ARGHHHH!!!!! Oh how I wished I could play blues like John Mayer. Or rock like Paul Gilbert. Or instrumental songs like Eric Johnson or JS. How I wished I could:

1. do this
2. do that.

And now this stupid italic cant be removed. Daniel don't scold me if I can't play any song by April. Have mercy hehehehehe.

this is a bloody random post. For the sake of updating.

Thanks, ( I think this may be a little late.)

Thank you Daniel aka smelly cow and Jade for these wonderful christmas presents.
It's really fun to spend time with my brother. Stress relief. (not that I have a lot of stress) Especially when you can laugh at each other when the car you're driving in GT bangs a wall and gets stucked there. Or when you score a goal in winning eleven and start mocking each other. Or eating one huge packet of wan tan mee at 1.00am in the morning, stomach bloated and unable to sleep due to the chili. HOTHOTHOT.
Or watching a movie with your sister/brother/brother's girlfriend/brother's girlfriend brother. Yes man you rocks.
One more thing. John Mayer is a really good singer and guitarist. And when I say good I mean it is really really really veli veli veli good. Same goes to Switchfoot.




Thank you Johannan for lending me this album. Another power pack stuff.

This is why my house rocks.

The amount of corpses collected beside the computer after 5 minutes . TEEHEEE

Oh God

come and save me. No one.......except You.
Forgive me,
Pull me up,
Clean my heart,
Renew and refresh it,
Come rain down on me.........

HEAL ME LORD!!!!!!!!! I AM SUCH A HYPOCRITE!!

ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Searching for the Life We've Only Dreamed Of

Once upon a time there lived a sea lion who had lost the sea.
He lived in a country known as the barren lands. High on a plateau, far from any coast, it was a place so dry and dusty that it could only be called a desert. A kind of coarse grass grew in patches here and there, and a few trees were scattered across the horizon. But mostly, it was dust. And sometimes wind, which together make one very thirsty. Of course, it must seem strange to you that such a beautiful creature should wind up in a desert at all. He was, mind you, a sea lion. But things like this do happen.
How the sea lion came to the barren lands, no one could remember. It all seemed so long ago. So long, in fact, it appeared as though he had always been there. Not that he belonged in such an arid place. How could that be? He was, after all, a sea lion. But as you know, once you have lived so long in a certain spot, no matter how odd, you come to think of it as home.

There was a time, many years back, when the sea lion knew he was lost. In those days, he would stop every traveler he met to see if he might help him find his way back to the sea.
But no one seemed to know the way.
On he searched, but never finding. After years without success, the sea lion took refuge beneath a solitary tree beside a very small water hole. The tree provided refuge from the burning rays of the sun, which was very fierce in that place. And the water hole, though small and muddy, was wet, in its own way. Here he settled down and got on as best as he could.

Had you journeyed in those days through the barren lands, you might have seen the sea lion for yourself. Quite often in the evening, he would go and sit upon his favourite rock, a very large boulder, which lifted him off the burning sand and allowed him a view of the entire country.
There he would remain for hours into the night, silhouetted against the sky. And on the best nights, when the wind shifted to the east, a faint smell of salt air would come to him on the breeze. Then he would close his eyes and imagine himself once more at the sea. When he lay himself down to sleep, he would dream of a vast, deep ocean. Twisting and turning, diving and twirling, he would swim and swim and swim. When he woke, he thought he heard the sound of breakers.
The sea was calling to him.

The sea lion loved his rock, and he even loved waiting night after night for the sea breezes that might come. Especially he loved the dreams those memories would stir. But as you well know, even the best of dreams cannot go on, and in the morning when the sea lion woke, he was still in the barren lands. Sometimes he would close his eyes and try to fall back asleep. It never seemed to work, for the sun was always very bright.
Eventually, it became too much for him to bear. He began to visit his rock only on occasion. " I have too much to do," he told himself. " I cannot waste my time just idling about." He really did not have so much to do. The truth of it was, waking so far from home was such a disappointment, he did not want to have those wonderful dreams anymore. The day finally came when he stopped going to his rock altogether, and he no longer lifted his nose to the wind when the sea breezes blew.

The sea lion was not entirely alone in those parts. For it was there he met the tortoise. Now this tortoise was an ancient creature, so weathered by his life in the barren lands that at first, the sea lion mistook him for a rock. He told the tortoise of his plight, hoping that the wise one might be able to help him. "Perhaps," the tortoise mused, "this is the sea." His eyes appeared to be shut against the bright sun, but he was watching the sea lion very closely. The sea lion swept his flippers once against his side, gliding to the end of the water hole and back. "I don't know," he said. "It isn't very deep." "Isn't it?" "Somehow, I thought the sea would be broader, deeper. At least, I hoped so."
"You must learn to be happy here," the tortoise told him one day. "For it is unlikely that you shall ever find this sea of yours." Deep in his old and shriveled heart, the tortoise envied the sea lion and his sea. "But I belong to the sea. We are made for each other." "Perhaps. But you have been gone so long now, the sea has probably forgotten you." This thought had never occured to the sea lion. But it was true, he had been gone for a long, long time. "If this is not my home, how can I ever feel at home here?" the sea lion asked. "You will, in time." The tortoise appeared to be squinting, his eyes a thin slit. "I have seen the sea!" "Yes. Come closer," whispered the tortoise, " and I will tell you a secret. I am not a tortoise. I am a sea turtle. But I left the sea of my own accord, many years ago, in search of better things. If you stay with me, I will tell you stories of my adventures."
The stories of the ancient tortoise were enchanting and soon cast their spell upon the sea lion. As weeks passed into months, his memory of the sea faded. "The desert," whispered the tortoise, "is all that is, or was, or ever will be." When the sun grew fierce and burned his skin, the sea lion would hide in the shade of the tree, listening to the tales woven by the tortoise. When the dry winds cracked his flippers and filled his eyes with dust, the sea lion would retreat to the water hole. And so the sea lion remained, living his days between water hole and tree. The sea no longer filled his dreams.

It was in May that the winds began to blow. The sea lion had grown used to wind, and at first he did not pay much heed at all. Years of desert life had taught him to turn his back in the direction from which the wind came and cover his eyes with his flippers, so that the dust would not get in. Eventually, the winds would always pass.
But not this time. Day and night it came, howling across the barren lands. There was nothing to stop its fury, nothing to even slow it down. For forty days and forty nights the wind blew. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. The sea lion lifted himself to have a look around. He could hardly believed his eyes.
Every single leaf had been stripped from his tree. The branches that remained, with only a twig or two upon them, looked like an old scarecrow. And I do not need to tell you that there was no longer any shade in which to hide. But worse than this, much worse indeed, was what the sea lion saw next.
The water hole was completely dry.

Three weeks after the wind ceased to blow, the sea lion had a dream. Now, as I told you before, there were other nights in which he had dreamed of the sea. But those were long ago and nearly forgotten. Even still, the ocean that filled his dreams this night was so beautiful and clear, so vast and deep, it was as if he were seeing it for the very first time. The sunlight glittered on its surface, and as he dived, the waters all around him shone like an emerald. If he swam quite deep, it turned to jade, cool and dark and mysterious. But he was never frightened, not at all. For I must tell you that in all his dreams of the sea, he never before found himself in the company of other sea lions. This night there were many, round about him, diving and turning, spinning and twirling. They were playing.
Oh, how he hated to wake from that wonderful dream. The tears running down his face were the first wet thing he had felt in three weeks. But he did not pause even to wipe them away, he did not pause, in fact, for anything at all. He set his face to the east, and he began to walk as best a sea lion can.
"Where are you going?" asked the tortoise.
"I am going to find the sea."

( The Journey of Desire)

Time to start.