Sunday, December 31, 2006

...just nice*

Okay, so maybe I’ve been right all along. There are more good people than bad ones.

En fait.

Come to think of it. This morning, I woke up a bit late and realized that today is Eidul Adha. And I was still in bed. (uh, that’s not the nice part, though..I’ve not come to see the real good side of life, yet). Downstairs, I'd already been swept off by the good smell of the hot, steamy fried rice and peppery chicken curry and later, the sweet-sour smell that was wafting from the laksa pot. I savoured every moment possible, knowing that this occasion comes only once a year. The taste of teh susu was strangely wonderful today. As if these weren’t good enough to make me blow, minutes later, my mouth watered again as my mom served the special desert of the day-, which was pulut and kuah durian(!) Uh, okay. There, I’ve come to the nice part. Uh, the food was indeed, a nice part, but no, that still wasn’t the “real” nice part anyway. What I meant to say is that, if you think the foods were awesome, so was the cook. Yup, she. My mom. The fact that she managed to cook so well (and I could only be of little help) was totally outstanding. Despite feeling exhausted from work and all, she could still handle things. And not just things here, ay. Loads and loads of nice things. Just how is that possible? How can she give and do so many nice things for us? I mean, how nicer can she be? Most nicest possible.

My point is, you can still see the good or nice things people do around you. And to you, especially. But we barely notice these “little things”, let alone appreciate them, the people you love the most- family. Personally, as much as I love my parents, I just can’t show them how I truly care about them. Not directly, though. Well, egotism is not the issue here, nor am I being disrespectful, it’s just that I can’t really show my affection towards them. I’ve tried to tolerate my “stubbornness” every now and then, but God, it’s just hard. So, I stopped trying at all. I thought, maybe, I will one day. So, in the meantime, I’m just being good, like every kid should. And it doesn’t really seem like a big deal to anyone in the family. Hopefully, I think. All in all, I guess everyone (including me), we certainly have our own ways to deal with people- love, hate, shown or not, is perceptibly subjective. Family has always been my first priority and they are the ones who truly accept me for who I am.

Sometimes, when I think about everything and everyone I’ve ever listened to, I’d have to say your mom has had the biggest influence on me. So maybe, here’s what you could do for me- Give her a high five, will you? She's amazing.

..and owh, Happy Eidul-Adha, everyone.


Of words coming back*

...welcome back. I mean, I’m back to my not-so-mindless self now. So smack me if I burble*

Anyways, it’s almost year end… uh, it is today. Whatever. I wish this year could have ended differently. Well, it did in some ways, but not so good, “globally” speaking. Sigh. I was surprised but not impressed with what I heard on the news about Saddam Hussein- the fact that he was sentenced to death penalty (to be hanged, that is) because of the “crimes” he did. Well, I wasn’t so sure about what he did back then, but whatever the reason was, it was not really a good way to end whatever “pains” he could have possibly caused to his citizens or maybe to all people nationwide.
...but then, it couldn't have ended any other way. Sigh.

Well, there were numerous responses afterwards- some were relieved, some just called it fair, and some thought it was very inhumane, while the rest was undecided. Generally speaking, there could be various reasons to all speculations, from politics to humanity- but I, I have no absolute reason to justify, as a matter of fact. I only have questions in mind. Tons of them.

Last night my sisters and I talked about this and we were wondering, “ So, this is it?” , “ Does this mean no more U.S troops coming over to Iraq “to promote peace”? No more bloodshed?” , “ Will they ever leave Iraq alone?” which we silently retorted, “ No! This is only a beginning”. It was as simple as that. The death of the president of Iraq doesn’t stop all this. Nor will it make any difference if it were the death of other so-called “terrorists”. There’ll only be more and more violence each day. And we know that. Yes, you and I, and all the unbelievers do believe that for a fact.

...which is so sad and very depressing. ((sigh))

I remembered posting one poem , regarding politics, to this old community of mine. The title was– My Politik. In it, I mentioned, or rather questioned the kind of politics we have in the society and why it’s still going "strong"... I’ll have them posted here, later* (so remind me)

I was amazed to read the feedbacks from my fellow poets and was ever glad to see that they actually understood what I meant. It occurred to me that despite all the differences, we do share a common ground. Never did I feel so pleased to express my innermost thoughts than I did at that moment. It was amazing to just listen and talk as if we could put everything and every piece back in its place. And it felt so right.

Ahh, otherwise, this is just a minor sign that there are more good people than bad ones. A teeny-weeny sign. But it’s a good one ;)


Saturday, December 30, 2006

Of Words Gone in love,

Friday, December 29, 2006

BLOGGING CRAZE (..and why it never ends*) part II

...aahh, I think I begin to understand why and how people can be so serious about blogging- it’s not the attention that we are trying to get from the viewers, really (though for some, yes). Personally, I feel that it’s the feeling of contentment or self satisfaction for the things we write about that matters the most. I guess it doesn’t matter what kind of stuff we write about, whether or not it makes sense at all, because I believe, the fact that we are able to write out whatever we have in mind and finally have it written with whatever expressions (ridiculous, unpredictable, name it, anything).. is simply amazing! Don’t you think?

D’oh, why, I think it took me long enough to figure this one out- how blogging can bring about the best of you (and of course, the worst). It’s really funny sometimes when I read some of my previous posts from time to time. Some were plain silly (well, I think most of them, haha) but also, I’m surprised to know that there were some of which I find very amusing- some pretty good things that I thought I wasn’t able to write, ever. But I did, anyway. (Not arrogance, just a fact) Well, there were a few words that could bring me back to my old thoughts and let me laugh over the bittersweets. Wonderful isn’t it?

Not only that, I’ve been to some of my friends’ pages, just looking around. Frankly speaking, they do have pretty good stuff to offer. I loved every bit of it- from writing to music, just any stuff, really. Well, it finally occurs to me that, though we all might live in different side of the world, we do have something in common-we talk and listen to each other, we write things and share the differences, we laugh and taste the feelings, we love to dream (so much) and fret about our daily’s . Well, as trite as it sounds, it’s not so usual, either. To me, to be able to read and feel the words expressed by others are one of the most wonderful things in life. It is as if I were shifting from one shoe to another- from flip flops to high heels and dirty boots, and sometimes, I am left onto the ground with nothing. Barefooted.

But oh, it still feels great!

To all bloggers and viewers- kudos for your wonderful effort and support. I personally am grateful for all the amazing posts that you wrote and all the great things you do. It has always been a pleasant journey to walk into your life! So keep on writing...


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

..d'oh it's raining(!)

6: 02 am ( KC 306)
Le 19 Decembre, 2006

It rained this morning. No, not that heavily. Just light rain. Smile. Well, I always thought that rain was a sign of melancholy and how it used to reflect the gloomy side of me. Hah, indeed. But not necessarily this time, especially this very moment. I loved the sound of pitter-patter and the cool breeze that brushed against my cheeks as I drew my face closer to the window. It took me a while to notice the rain that was coming down though, since the creaking sound of the rusty ol' fan filled the whole room. Somehow, I was glad that I was able to distinguish those two sounds and savour my two-minutes-of-sanctity. Despite the obscure feelings that I’ve been having these days, (and which I always have anyway*) I’m just so glad that I’m ALIVE, today. It’s a little too early to predict how my day will go though. Still, I will try make the best of today and see how’s tomorrow. And, for that reason alone, I can definitely survive today. Yes, I will.

In confidence psyche,


Thursday, November 23, 2006

BLOGGING CRAZE (..and why it never ends*)

Okay, so tell me how or why people can be so overwhelmed by a piece of junk appeared on a website really? I mean, how could they possibly get interested in whatever stuff written by prolly a hobo or a scumbag or just a bunch of losers? Ow gee, this is weak, ay. I mean, I’m just trying to figure out how these people, or bloggers or whatever they might call themselves, somehow manage to write and dedicate so much time for their blog…while I can’t. No, I can’t* that’s the point* Well, I’m not busy, nor do I seem to have a tight life-schedule. Maybe, maybe I’m just not into it anymore. I mean I hardly touch my journal book too, since…since… I don’t know (!) The excitement is just fading away. But, but now I am here, trying to write some stuff, whatever and get used to it again after sometime (though I don’t know why, I’ll still do it anyway). Mm, well, firstable, there aren’t many interesting events going on in my life right now (you see, it’s holidays again and I’m stuck at home as always). Secondly, even if I do have things going on right now, I may or may not write about them. Now, don’t ask me why not. Well, I don’t know exactly- it’s just that not all things you can simply write or describe in words. And even if you can, not all stories are worth telling about. But then again, I might be wrong. No one knows what its worth until it is told. Ahh, life’s good. I just want to be able to write again, otherwise. Just with sense, yes, just with sense. *Sighs*

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Our World

*special thanks to Allan for the permission*
Our World
by Allan (admin Woodlander)


In our world,

We live in harmony with nature knowing we and she are one

We work together as one to meet the needs of all

We love the practical, the intellectual, the cultural and the spiritual

We endeavour at all times to take less than we give

We love our world and take care to protect her at all times and by law

We gain satisfaction from being actively involved in selfless endeavour

We care for and look after each other when help is needed

We ensure education is available to all

We ensure health care is available to all

We ensure a safe, secure home is available to all

We believe in being all you can be, not having all you can take

We work always to reduce the negative impact of humanity on our world

We feel a full and loving fellowship with all living beings

We uphold honesty, decency and justice at all levels

We share our world’s resources so all can have access to a full life

We take care not to encroach on the biosphere of other living things

We work together to ensure no child dies needlessly from any cause

We control our desires so that others may live

This could have been,

Our World

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Just a prose from a friend *smile*

*firstable, i'd like to credit Vanni for this wonderful post*

A Perfect Morning
by Vanni ( A Senior Woodlander )


The morning was too warm, too perfect in it's ultimate serenity as the dancing bits of colourful butterfly wings frolicked amongst the palest blue sky I had ever been privy to so early in the day.

Slowly, I sipped the strong cocoa brew from the worn red plastic mug I hugged in my palms. My heart thrilled as I peered intently at the ethereal theatre of nature abuzz, being acted out before me through the twelve perfect squares of dusty window pane that rested just above the reach of my mother's ambitious flowering garden.

In restrospect, that would have been the most appropriate time to pray- right then when I was totally encapsulated in the refreshing spirit that Life itself presented to me that morning. And if I had been two moments closer to reflection and introspection and perhaps a predilection to praise, I would have been whispering my offerings of thanksgiving to the Most High God.

But instead, my mind was soaking somewhere in the web of tranquility and profuse beauty that was before my eyes. And so, I never noticed that maybe that morning was just a mite too ideal until the clue was unfortunately much too late to decipher.

All it took was one scream. Truly, one heart-piercing, desperate scream was all that was necessarily to send the proverbial dark clouds rolling in on the peace that had, by now, tanned me all over. hurriedly, I lunged out of my chair in a flurried scramble to seek the source of the screaming situation.

By the time I had managed to cross the three feet to the curtained threshold of my squeaky bedroom door, the screams- bounding forth now in an agonized cluster- were being accompanied by an unmelodious chorus of eerie wails and incessant bawling. The bridge of hateful curses being hurled like the lashes of the heavy leather strap I imagined she was using, from the filthy mouth of my neighbour Anisa, was not far behind.

Strangely enough, my brain and I honestly could not decide whose voice was the loudest emitter- hers in all her worldly evil and malice, or that of the frail six year old boy whom was currently begging for mercy from his latest indiscretion. Both were raging with emotion, seeking first place in a who's-louder-than-who contest, that would eventually end in sore throats and shots of Histal straight from the bottle.

I envisioned his little honey-brown face at that moment, contorted as if possessed by demons much like his body must have been curled into the only defensive position he knew- knees tucked tightly to chest, head lowered, tiny hands raised in hope of touching heaven or perhaps the hem of sympathy's garment. And that was the last straw in the hay-basket for me.

I had certainly had enough of the boy's regular beatings- though abuse is truly a much more appropriate word- for misspelling a word, (much as I almost did), or for not knowing as much as she proclaimed he should, or for simply being the outsider in a family that through blood was not his own.

Seriously, is he not human too? Did he not matter because he was adopted by a plump, dark witch with a nose as shiny as dear Rudolph's, who is yet to understand the concept of nurturing and affection. Is he to blame because his skin is shades lighter and his teeth more wee and crooked than the two harboured minions and the thoroughly untrained grandchild that she claims as her own diseased flesh? How could anyone not see the glow of a child as it shakes and trembles before him?

Well, that was it for me. The fever of indignation was arched and prepared to escape from within me with a single leap, as my chest was rapped painfully with every pound of my heart against it's fragile barrier. I knew within myself that I had to do something. And so in one swift move, I wrestled the phone from it's charging stand resting serenely on the table, butting my poor elbow in the process.

Still, not to be deterred by the now twanging pain riding the length of the lower region of my right hand, I began to dial with my left. However, somewhere between the first and the second digit, I finally tuned in to my mother's disapproving presence rigidly seated on the nearby sofa bedecked with white lace throw cushions and cream doilies that always managed to appear askew.

I could tell that she too was riled up about our dear neighbour's total disdain for the delicacy of young life, but it took me another two digits to realize that her disapproving frown too was centered on me.

"Put that phone down." The timbre that rolls on the waver of her voice when she's angry always sends chills down my spine, and that time was no exception- not that I would ever mention this to her. Still, immediately, in place of the expected compliance, a ripping burst of defiance took over me and I kept dialing.

Numero cinco, numero seis. One more to go...

And that was the moment she stripped that phone out of my hand like paper off a Christmas gift without giving me a moment's reaction time.

"Are you out of your mind, Mummy? We can't just sit here and listen to this child go through this day in, day out! We have to do something! Can't you understand that?"

"Now, you understand me," she tersely replied. "We don't mingle in people's affairs no matter what's going on in their household. It's their business. Let them fix it. Don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for the boy and if I had my way I would be puching her lights out all the way to Calvary on the Mummy Express just to give the police enough time to turn up and collect her sorry carcass. But we don't get in the disaster of other people's lives. That's the way it's always been and that's how it's gonna stay."

And that's exactly what it wrong with this world. We are so afraid to change what poor foundations we have laid and to step up to build a more secure future. We are so terrified to help someone who is of no means to a greater end for our greedy selves that we forget what the true meaning of love is. We are defeated by the binds of the selfishness that dwells within our own souls and are too ensconced in our problems to find a remedy that could solve someone else's.

And so I obeyed. I sat down at that breakfast table with a steaming plate of fried eggs and bacon laid out lavishly before me, as I regained the warm comfort of that ragged red mug of cocoa in my palms. I thought it strange that it hadn't lost much heat in the ten minutes I had wallowed and depressed myself in the wails of one who was steeped in an eternity of disgrace.

Then I took a slow sip anyway, and closed my eyes to the mocking elegance of a perfect morning.

* I just love this song*

Snow Patrol
Chasing Cars

We'll do it all
On our own

We don't need
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Friday, July 28, 2006

Of classmates and new things

So, it's been over a month since classes began. Well, actually, I'm having only chemistry and physics lessons for the core courses this semester. How heavenly that is, ay? Right right. But not really. Hurm, truth be told, I've gotta say I was somewhat nervous to be in that class. Especially now having made friends with them and recently been forming a discussion group; Nana, Hanista, Eny, Fahex then some good guys..Muiz, Alep, Anas & Farouq. Hmm, pretty good a company I have there, eh? :)) Of course, I have fun. Despite the fact our DG ( discussion group) occurs 24/7, things are so far so good. (Though it's killing me every now and then, I'm getting used to it alright). Haha, just kidding. So all in all..this is my life. It's inevitable, and I've gotta get going. No matter how hard things are, life should never be this hard. Ever.

"On NO soul does Allah place a burden, GREATER it can bear" - (2:286) true :))

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Just pictures*

Ma famille: Dad, me, Mom, Angah & Mizae

Charlie's Angels (only that there's one extra here)

My old mates and I in the great hall

Me, Rus, Farhana & Mizae

Monday, July 10, 2006

A Week in IIUM (pt III)

(Part III) Of Life, Things..and More Maybes

Well, well, I’m not only referring to my social life, but also to my overall life here. It’s not like I should depend on the “future maybes” to live well in the present. Things change and so do people. Some changes are risky and some are probably less harmful. I might feel great today and maybe a lot hopeless tomorrow. But in the end, I believe it will all happen naturally. I believe we all make mistakes; only to make them right the next time. No matter how true the saying goes that it is all to up to us to make change, indeed, but there’s no denying that Allah has His own ways to work things out. He knew better and a lot more. For better and for worse. So tell me dear friend, how baaddd can things really go?

[ Otherwise, I'm just telling myself that everything will be fine]

Of light and love,


A Week in IIUM ( pt II )

(Part II) Of Roommates and Maybes

Owh well, as for me, I am now home for the weekend (and hopefully I still will for the next one onwards). Only that I got home sick this time. *sniff*sniff* Haha, nvm. At least the fact that I’m home should be good enough, ay? Well, too bad my roomies (yes, there are 3 of them) are not going home. One of them, named Aisyah (taking Laws) and from Kedah, is obviously not going anywhere because by the time she makes it to Alor Setar, (where her family stays in Kedah) she has to rush back here in Petaling Jaya (provided that the short weekend won’t be very satisfactory for a good holiday). But I guess she’ll survive, knowing that she has a few good relatives here. While the other two, named Tasha (also taking Laws) and Intan (taking Bioscience) are both from Seremban, Negeri Sembilan. Truth is, they are indeed neighbours! Much to my surprise, I just learned the fact about Intan and I...we are indeed birthday mates, ( March 10, that is). Haha. I tell you what, these 3 people are just awesome. Each of them has different personality I have yet discovered but they're still nice in their own ways. It might be too soon to say that perhaps, I should give it a week or two (or even months) and see the difference. Well, maybe, so to speak. But I’m not judging, it’s just a genuine fact. It’s like you know, when you know. Simple as that. Furthermore, whether I like the difference or not, does it really matter? Maybe, they might not sound as good as they do now or that we might have silly misunderstandings in future. But it’s just a maybe; a mere admonition. Right now, I'm just happy and there's nothing else to say ;-)

A Week in IIUM*

(Part I) My New Life (c’est-a-dire)

*Smile*<--this time it’d better look straight, ay. Haha. Well, yea, that’s about it. Nothing much going on last week. For the 1st year students, it was just a typical stressful week a.k.a ta’aruf programme (or better known as orientation week) Anyway, I’ve gotta say having stayed for over a week or so, it is indeed a good place to be. The place might not be that all good-looking, (with the staining blocks and old fa├žades, etc) but hey, it’s just a place of study. I like the moderate look though; the facilities, buildings, food..everything. But apart from all that, the people and the services are great. (Well, at least, that’s what I think, so far.) So, back to the programme, it was unsurprisingly customary. Some programmes were good and some were just plain dreary. There were briefings on departments and courses, group activities, campus tour..y’know, the usual stuff. We even had a few singing sessions of the matriculation song (!) I think we did sing up to 10 times a day. Haha. How was that for fun, ay?

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Goodbye for now..(or a while)

..Well, yea that’s about it. I’ll be off from now onwards, since I shall continue my study at IIUM, doing pharmacy course. (Yes, new life after life!!) Haha, don’t ask me how I’ve made the transition so far (it was hellish alright) as I’m still dealing with it but I guess I’ve gotten better of it. Yet uh, I don’t really know what to expect from my new beginning, but I pray there'll be a good surprise waiting for me. And more promising rainbows hidden therein hopefully. Ay, am I prepared for it though? Not much, but I daresay I’m all set to go now. For better. And for worse (God forbid). So wish me luck, alright? Though I can’t promise you whether I’ll be around here as much, but I’ll try every possible chance to keep this page updated. I’m pretty sure by now that I won’t be having this kind of time in future but hey, don’t give up on me, people!!

..and here's a goodbye, old life *sniff*sniff*

Of Thoughts Having Flown

...*sighs* okay, so maybe sighing isn't really a good way for a start. But I have to somehow do it. For my sanity's sake. Anyways, I’m quite ambivalent right now; having both bad and good feelings about myself. Or maybe, my future to be precise. I don’t want to go through times wondering about my choices again, or how I deal with them . I'm sick of it, ay. The fact that my being indecisive so many times really wear me out. I’ve had enough with my mind battling for what is wrong or right, or living with the weak opinion every now and then. I know I have to somehow put an end to it. Otherwise, I’m not going anywhere. Maybe, all this while, I’ve been avoiding the truth anyway. Or maybe I was too afraid to deal with it, predicting the fact could be really ugly or worse. Or just maybe, I’ve been making out excuses myself. That, alone is painfully true. Ay, when will I really learn the truth? Just what could I really make of myself, indeed? Why, this could go on and on...

“Time flows regardless;
the world’s unchanged while she lies

..yup, I am she. So help me God.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Social Misfits

Well, speaking of school the other day made me think of the society, the life and the bittersweets. I’m pretty sure that everyone had had their special moments no matter how much we hated school. So what kept us going? Friends, ay. There were many kinds of group friends back in my school. From popular to barely visible..there’s almost no chance of being alone. (Trust me, I’d seen many actually shifting from one to another, haha) Well, to me, I personally feel that popular people may vary but usually you’ll either be the public’s eye because of something you do, like sports and leadership and any specialties or that you simply want to stand out from the crowd in just any ways. (owh, I remember what these people are called: capub, as in cari publisiti if I’m not mistaken).On the other hand, the “invisibles” are not left out. No offence, but they actually made a good crowd back then. Only that I didn’t bother to know what kind of things they were up to because I had too many of my own. I loved glamorous tasks (why not?), but I could also live backstage. I had a circle of terrific friends of all kinds (yes, all) and I lived with them just fine. Owh, well what about me? Which group did I belong to? Let’s just say I had put myself in a crowd called “the average”, no more no less. ;-)

Good Day, people~~

Well, did you notice how people tend to patronize each other? Often we hear that every morning when we go to work people say, “Good morning, how are you?” to which we say, “Fine, and you?” and they say, “I’m fine.” Well, there’s no denying that there’s nothing wrong with the statement but of course, I’m usually not fine, nor are they. But social etiquette demands that we pretend because who wants to really admit they’re not fine? Huhu, well I think tomorrow morning I’m going to reply to “Good morning” with “What’s good about it?” just to see what the reaction is. I’ll probably be castigated and excommunicated and all that stuff, but hey, I can live with that…*not that I want to be mean with everyone*. I don’t think I could be mean with anyone. I’m too happy to be mean anyway. But I’m not always fine. Sometimes I am, though, but not always. Ahh, what am I saying now, lol* By the way, have a wonderful day, friend…and anyone else who might be reading this. (Now, now, what’s wonderful about it..??) Haha.
me loco,

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Of frets and socks

Well, I had a good laugh upon reading what one of my poet friends, Don had to say upon replying to Pip’s previous thread regarding some social issues. I found his words very true.

"I cried because my socks had holes in them, then I saw a kid who had no shoes"..."I cried because I had no shoes, then I saw a kid who had no feet" ... "I cried because I had no feet, then I saw a kid who had no legs"... It never ends. There is always something worse... Strength of character overcomes all, but some characters haven't enough muscle, and some do (of course) ... "I cried because my socks had holes in them, so I went to Wal-Mart and bought new ones"... This comment is not meant as critical or laudatory, it's just a comment. It has no meaning really. Socks that have holes in them are ok if the feet are tough enough..."

...well said, Don.


I've just browsed my favourite haven, It's a place where I could read and share great poems or thoughts with people around the world. Beautiful people with brilliant minds. Huhu, well I've been thinking of creating my own page one day, where everyone (especially my poet friends) could gather around sometime. Well, not that I can't have one now, it's just that I have lotsa other things to be done at the moment. You know, first things first. But maybe, I will still have that done one day..( God willing) Y'know when I have all time in the world and be around terrific people in my life. Who knows? But well, it's almost seeming impossible with what I've just chosen as a career of my life right now. Hmm. (Yea, that's gonna take me years, yes years) Haha, now now, let's put an end to it. Well, I'm just saying that that site is amazing.

So please, take your time as you wander about the place. Though you may not really enjoy poetry, just look around. Who knows, you may find something useful eh? And if you're interested, just become a member and write away!


Wednesday, June 21, 2006

School Memoir

BACK TO SCHOOL: yup, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. I mean, there’ll be a special school occasion on the 30th June 2006, Friday. It’s the Golden Jubilee Celebration 50th of Sekolah Tun Fatimah. Well, school will turn 50 very soon. There’s nothing much to brag about the years, really. (Though half a century could really mean something lol).But what matters most is that the memories it has kept since 1956 until now. Why, there’s been a lot of changes as well- generations after generations, ups and downs, rapidly changing educational system, etc. etc. Almost everything’s changed for the better. While some still remain for the well-known trademark among the students and the teachers, like school routines and some language terms which has created our very own “school tradition”. Anyways, back to the programme, there’d be a TF Award Ceremony on the first day of celebration (in which I’ve been honourly invited..not arrogance, just a fact), then followed by some events and tahlil prayers. Well, too bad I can’t stay for long because I’ve gotta register at the matriculation centre of IIUM the next day (ugh, that’s when the celebration gets more exciting). Well, you know what they say..we can’t always have things both ways. Sad, but true. *sniff*sniff*

Of rain, happiness and bad feeling

Well, it's been raining here since this afternoon. But thankgoodness, it's getting light in the evening. (Otherwise, I won't be here by now). Hmm. I guess it's not really a good thing to talk about "bad weather" for a start, eh? Then again, I have to say I've had a good feeling since this morning, so technically I didn't really have a bad day, alright. Never mind, I should be grateful for this one day, knowing that some days are better than others :D And that not everyone, especially people around me who are all feeling okay, now. Why, I'd love to cheer them up but more often than not, our happiness could make others sick. (You know what I'm saying, aite?) Well, this is what I tell myself at times like this; mum's the word. Just keep your happy feeling to yourself and lend your ears. Sweet words could help a bit. Not too much (just trying to be realistic here). If you get offended when all you wanted to do is HELP, don't get even. Keep your cool and give them some space. Well, you don't want to have a good day turned bad now, do you?, now...looking out of the window, my happiness is fading away slowly lol. Well, I can't help but wondering, why it's still raining, (though not heavily)..could the Earth be so sad? :-(

Life is a series of commas, not periods.


Tuesday, June 20, 2006 here's to you.

...ahh, finally I got through this thing. well, let's just say having made this one for myself is indeed a success. A personal success, indeed. Why, this blog thing has become the in thing now. It's sort of a must-have kinda thing for everyone. (Well, now that i've finally got one but unfortunately a little later). Anyways, apart from the rough side, I'm just glad to be here, right now, this very minute to sort of uh, "reorganize" the whole thing, which I believe I had never made a post or a tiny change,whatsoever. So to those who've been checking out this site for quite sometime (I believe none ever has, though) : many, many thanks and my biggest apology for not updating (at all). And to those who haven't: oh why, don't bother ;)