Thursday, October 26, 2006
its the third day of hari raya and i have school. -____-
why why.?!
anyhow, Raya wasnt too bad as i thought it would be actually. meeting people i've only met once in my lifetime (or none at all) and the oh-so-glorious food are the best parts of raya for me. money's not a really big deal anymore when compared to years ago when we were all young, innocent and naive.
everyone changes, dont they.?
i've changed.
you've changed.
anyway, this may be a little late, but
anyways.
Good morning world and Helloooo~ school.
8:20 am
Sunday, October 15, 2006
i'm a pretty deep thinker. so after endless encounters with possibly fatal-to-the-heart situations, i have concluded that my parents are suckers for kuno-ism. yes, i word i made up myself. i have not much time to explain what it is and how i came to an unshocking conclusion bcos i could do a 100-page write-up on that.
i think when i grow up, i should be a world famous speaker who on ad-hoc basis, gives talks and counselling to parents of the world on how to bring up your children the un-kuno-ed way. this is a personal mission to get rid of all the unwanted and unapplicable kuno methods that parents have been using that have destroyed certain virtues of life, which have become a necessity to living in today's world.
that way, the world, at least from my eyes, would be at its best calamity and i can put my impulsive and currently raging heart at ease. yes, i should do this.
not applicble to anything, but i miss my mama ros (not a fictitious character). she's living far but stays close in my heart. a pretty good mother/baby-sitter/masseuse i must say, minus the fact that she's a self-pledged queen of gossips. if there was a 'the best mother in the world' competition, she deserves to be crowned as the winner.
well, its okay.
cos i have this boy who steals everything from me - limelight and all. heart included.
1:10 pm
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) - Don McLean
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
i've been playing this song on loop since forever. i've deprived myself of other people's songs (*ehem* people who do not cut off their ears *ehem*) specially for our tvsm assignment, i'm sure others are too. are u reading this mr loh.?
1:38 pm
Sunday, October 08, 2006
i've been to Geylang thrice so far during Ramadhan and dammnn.. i feel very Melayu.
yes, very.
i think i lost the Melayu touch when polytechnic studies started its successful attempts in brainwashing all young and naive post-secondary school students.
(debating against the education system is a good twist but i shall do so when there's more time..)
getting back in touch with the Melayus is refreshing actually.
this is where sometimes, u dont have to mind ur words ie. u can just curse/swear as loudly as u like. Some may care of this act, but not a single soul steps up to let these people know that they're not supposed to do it. (yes, cos by right in my religion, u're supposed to tegur ur own kind if they're doing something wrong.) But others too have conscience, they're afraid that they would be attacked back outnumbered or a fight may spark.
Max, they'll just talk about these people and their doings behind the backs, in which what they're doing is far worse a sin again, in my religion.
btw, u can do so to strangers and also amongst ur friends. its been made legal by law - "Kita Boleh Maki-Memaki Pada Bulan Ramadhan" Act. How great isnt it.
this is also where Melayus diligently fasting but there's this minority (and they're obviously Muslims) who dont and go to coffee shops/hawker cantres and eat/drink/smoke openly as they please. With respect for Ramadhan gone, they also have succeeded in thickening their skins by 10 times of the original and dare to celebrate Raya just like the rest of their kind.
this law of "Aku Boleh Buat Sesuka Hati Aku Pasal Ni Hidup Aku So Aku Punyer Suka Ah" Act is currently pending. Woowww~
Theres lots more but i'll just leave it as it is.
Ah, Melayu.
Infrequently, i'm ashamed to be known as one bcos of what a minority does to scar the positive image of the name but otherwise, there is a sense of belonging to a large extent (due to other reasons of course).
anw, school is sucking life out of me. thank u.
"into my head i must pour, even if its such a yawning bore.."
yeah sure.
11:08 pm
Monday, October 02, 2006
something important to address.
its not very nice to make personal hatred known to public. public as in where the whole world may have access to it. of course it is downright wrong to involve others too although unintentionally, cos i trust that conscience matters to everyone, isnt that right.? its unethical, really.
but then again, people learn from mistakes. so yeahh.
i think there's something wrong with me. i used to love school very much, really. but now, i cant take it. i keep falling asleep in almost every single class.
*chants*
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
i must love school.
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ah anw, iffah fad taught me a new word which sounds hilariously vulgar -"noneng-noneng" hahahaa.
okay, i think that shud do it.
so long and good nyte. =)
ps: helloe kak zana.
11:34 pm
Sunday, October 01, 2006
everything's a mess now. i dont know how to make it all go back to how it was.
God help me.
1:07 pm
