Composition: Discipline

The word "Discipline" was the word I hear everyday since I came out of my mother's womb and enter this world. It was the first word I know how to write since I am 2 years old, partly because it was, or is, my name. It was when I was 6 years old that I realised half the meaning of my name. My mum said discipline meant the ability to obey rules and controlling one's behaviour, after browsing a thick and large book, somewhat as big as her head. The title of the book was only a word long, which starts with letters "DIC", and forgot the rest as soon as my mum returned the book to the book shelves. Being young, I misunderstood the meaning of discipline that my mum read as " the ability to control one's behaviour", and the "One" misunderstood as a person's name, so I started looking for a person named "One" during my first kindergarten year, but found no one. On the second year, I gave up. What a fool I was. Nearing the mid year of my kindergarten, my mummy left the world. My father was working then. It all started on a hot Saturday morning when I realised my mom was sleeping longer than usual, and when I tried pushing my mom to wake her up, I felt that her body was as cold as ice. I thought maybe she drank too much ice water the previous night. As I stood there wondering why her body was so cold, I began to feel hungry, so I dialed my father's phone number on my toy plastic phone, and the reply was a song of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". getting frustrated(a hungry man makes an angry man=a hungry child makes a angry child) by the song again and again, I threw it towards the direction of the dustbin(I missed) and rummaged through my mom's handbag to search for her phone. Finally I found it in a small compartment well-hidden. Of course, I dialed the number again and got a scolding by an Indian man for dialling his number umpteen times and shouted that he had remained single for his lifetime and that he had no children whatsoever in a strong Tamil accent. Learning my lesson, I altered the sequence of the numbers and dialled again. Finally I heard my father's voice. I told and ask him everything from how hungry I was to why mom's body was so cold in such a hot day. And the line went dead. Just like that. Not long after, my father was beside me. I still could not understand why dad had rushed home from work after I called him. Preparing a meal for me? Maybe. All questions were answered when dad told me that mum will be sleeping forever and not wake up anymore, with lots and lots of tears in his eyes. That was when I thought about the sleeping beauty fairy tale my teacher had been teaching the class. So I proceed to ask my father the reason for rushing back home was it to see my mom turn into a sleeping beauty. No reply. The second question I asked as that why don't you kiss her so she wakes up? T last a reply from my father-----a slap. It was the first time I tasted the taste of my own tears. I realised it was salty.
I grew up to be a thirteen year old boy. In a blink of an eye, I was secondary one. My father, friends, teachers, principal or whoever I met told me to have more discipline because of my name. Now I hate my mom for giving me such a stupid name, or should I hate the one who invented the word? For once, I am not sure, but why am I the only one who should have discipline? As a result, the feeling of unfairness started sprouting in my heart. I started to rebel. I left school at fourteen as my results were poor to the extreme. My father was having a good time with another woman at that point of time and did not care about my well being although he still provides. Yearning for freedom, I resolved to steal my father's money and get away. I took $5000 from a cupboard where my father always keeps his money, albeit sometimes in the bank, and left the house I bet my father would not even care abut my disappearance and I was right. No "missing" posters were seen anywhere in such a small island. As I spent the last penny of the money to computer gaming, food, drinks and hair-cutting, I regretted leaving the house but immediately took back the regrets in my heart as I thought of my uncaring father at the time when my mum died to now when he was still having fun with another woman. How drastically a typical human can change within a small period of time. How stupid is he is, too, as computer games are much more fun than a woman. Of course, to the contrary to my name, I have absolutely no discipline when it comes to computer gaming.. Now that I have no money, how could I play computer games? Unless I beg in the streets.
An Indian man decided to adopt me when he saw me so pitiful. He reminded me of the man I spoke to when I was young when I called my father, and sounded exactly like him. As he led me away, the very first question was if he had any computers in his house. He gave me a curious glance but remained quiet. I was fifteen then.
The Indian man renamed me Mars Sirlarmart Bin Discipline when he came to know of my name and warn me to have discipline as he could see that I am a computer addict as the very first question I asked him was about the computer. I began to hate him because of that and also partly because he did not have any source of entertainment in his house, except a television set. A smell of coconut oil filled the entire house. The next day, out of tiredness, I demanded him to buy me a computer and to my surprised, he obliged. Therefore, I played the computer for long hours until one day, the Indian man said strictly that I should have discipline and start studying before enrolling me into a school. At once I flared up with anger on hearing the words "school", "discipline" and "studying". Do the Indian man not know that I hate schooling? I rushed to the kitchen and took a knife. What happened after that was a scream and a loud "thud" sound. I killedthe man. I stood rooted to the ground, not knowing to run or to call the police. The negative side of my conscience got the better of me and ran out of the door, never to come back. I did not expect the police to know who killed the man, but was soon caught by plain clothes police around the streets. The police sent me to the blackley's detention centre for interrogation and I felt a sudden urge to escape, so I told the police that I wanted to go into the washroom. When they were out of my sight, I jumped out of the window and escape, but I have to pay a price for my escape. A broken left leg.
Soon after, "Wanted" posters of my photos was all around. In busses, MRTs, restaurants and even Starhub and M1 agreed to aid the police to send out millions of my face to subscribers. Don't they know my face was not to be distributed for all to see? After all, I did not allow them!
I am at the Pulau Ubin now with people helping me there, but gets frustrated often by the fact that they have no computers at all. At least I am contented that they helped me to get away from the hands of the law.
The lack of discipline made me defiant against my teacher, steal my father;s money, leave home to even murder, so therefore, now in Pulau Ubin, I am writing this to whoever is lucky to read this to have discipline and not name his child or children "Discipline", or you or your child might end up just like me, Mus Sirlarmart Bin Discipline.

My favourite childhood fairy tale

The story is about a prince who wanted a princess very urgently, but he needed a real princess. It also included a true princess who have difficulty sleeping because of a pea on her bed.This story happened in a palace and the main door of the palace was the very place the prince first met the true princess.

The first time the prince met the princess was on a stormy night. The princess said she was Kayla and was trapped in a storm. It was a dreadful sight for her. She then ask for a warm milk and the prince's mother exclaimed in surprise when she saw her because she as very beautiful. The prince's mother had three magic peas in her enchanted box whom she did not tell anyone, even the King, and decided to use it to test whether the princess was a real one.

The queen put the peas under twenty mattresses and ask her servants to led her to the room that night as a real princess would feel like sleeping on three jagged rocks. The next day, the queen ask the princess how the sleep was yesterday, the princess hesitated for a moment and burst out crying and said that even though the queen's bedroom was enchanted, but she felt as though she was sleeping on three jagged rocks. The queen realised that this is really the true princess so she laughed out of joy as only princesses had such a delicate skin to feel the three peas under her bed. The princess stood there speechless wondering why the queen was so happy until the prince appeared and explained what actually is going on.

Maybe you could guess what the boring ending is--- they married and live happily after=.=
If you are ever travelling and you decide to visit the palace, ask to see the very room the prince and the princess fall in love, and you will find three peas lying on a pink pillow. Try not to take it as it belongs to the princess.

Coda: Do not take other's belongings without prior permission.