Once a little boy went to school.
He was quite a little boy.
And it was quite a big school.
But when the little boy
Found that he could go to his room
By walking right in from the door outside,
He was happy.
And the school did not seem
Quite so big anymore.
One morning,
When the little boy had been in school a while,
The teacher said:
"Today we are going to make a picture."
"Good!" thought the little boy.
He liked to make pictures.
He could make all kinds:
Lions and tigers,
Chickens and cows,
Trains and boats...
And he took out his box of crayons
And began to draw.
But the teacher said:
"Wait! It is not time to begin!"
And she waited until everyone looked ready.
"Now," said the teacher.,
"We are going to make flowers."
"Good!" thought the little boy,
He liked to make flowers,
And he began to make beautiful ones
With his pink and orange and blue crayons.
But the teacher said,
"Wait! And I will show you how."
And she drew a flower on the blackboard.
It was red, with a green stem.
"There," said the teacher.
"Now you may begin."
The little boy looked at the teacher's flower.
Then he looked at his own flower,
He liked his flower better than the teacher's.
But he did not say this,
He just turned his paper over
And made a flower like the teacher's.
It was red, with a green stem.
On another day,
When the little boy had opened
The door from the outside all by himself,
The teacher said,
"Today we are going to make something with clay."
"Good!" thought the little boy.
He liked clay.
He could make all kinds of things with clay:
Snakes and snowmen,
Elephants and mice,
Cars and trucks...
And he began to pull and pinch
His ball of clay.
But the teacher said,
"Wait! It is not time to begin!"
And she waited until everyone looked ready.
"Now," said the teacher.
"We are going to make a dish."
"Good!" thought the little boy,
He liked to make dishes,
And he began to make some
That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said,
"Wait! And I will show you how."
And she showed everyone how to make
One deep dish.
"There," said the teacher,
"Now you may begin."
The little boy looked at the teacher's dish
Then he looked down at his own.
He liked his dishes better than the teacher's
But he did not say this,
He just rolled his clay into a big ball again,
And made a dish like the teacher's.
It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon
The little boy learned to wait
And to watch,
And to make things just like the teachers.
And pretty soon
He didn't make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened
That the little boy and his family
Moved to another house,
In another city,
And the little boy
Had to go to another school.
This school was even bigger
Than the other one,
And there was no door from the outside
Into his room.
He had to go up some big steps,
And walk down a long hall
To get to his room.
And the very first day
He was there, the teacher said,
"Today we are going to make a picture."
"Good!" thought the little boy,
And he waited for the teacher
To tell him what to do
But the teacher didn't say anything.
She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy,
She said, "Don't you want to make a picture?"
"Yes," said the little boy.
"What are we going to make?"
"I don't know until you make it," said the teacher.
"How shall I make it?" asked the little boy.
"Why, any way you like," said the teacher.
"And any color?" asked the little boy.
"Any color," said the teacher,
"If everyone made the same picture,
And used the same colors,
How would I know who made what,
And which was which?"
"I don't know," said the little boy.
And he began to make pink and orange and blue flowers.
He liked his new school,
Even if it didn't have a door
Right in from the outside!
Helen E. Buckley
It has been years I took neither trekking nor hiking activities. Before leaving my foot prints on this hill, I did a little so-called research through the internet...MDR! There are lots of good comments about this place and most of them said that this is not a difficult trail (psst...this may be vary, depends on how fit you are..) Photo: That was only the beginning...still got a long long way to the peak....
There were so many people! I wonder if it is because of the public holiday or...? Look at them, the distance of each of them, so close! Isn't this dangerous or what? Well, once I've been told that you need to keep a certain distance from others, so that when you fall, others are still 'safe'..haa...Oh by the way, local people do come here for early morning walk! A morning walk to them OK, not a hike!
Today is Malaysia's 52th Independence Day. Merdeka!
Even kids come here! We saw kids that are a lot younger than the one in blue shirt in the photo! They seem to enjoy it so much..(you heard complaints only from the adult) MDR!!!
Go boy! Go Go Go! You will be there soon! 2minutes more! Yeah, 2minutes more! That was what we heard frequently from other passing hikers!
Green Green Green! J'aime beaucoup le vert!
Cogongrass...saw some ladies plucking these, so many of it that it looks like a bouquet. It looks so nice and relax, with the nice weather and wind blows...I feel sad to pluck it, it is like I am the intruder here..so no disturbs! Vous êtes beau, vous êtes belle!
Oh, so there was a tour here at this place. That explains the crowd...
A little further up and you will reach the peak...123, go go go!
Sit back..relax...no rush...I believe the sunrise and sunset view at this hill is superb. DC et LP, merçi beaucoup pour vos aides. C'est une bonne excursion!
