Miao!

Face your superstitions. Take the ride upstairs =)

The moment.

Note: Cerita ini tiada kaitannya dengan hidup mahupun yang mati. Sebarang persamaan tidaklah disengajakan XD

And dun ask me why dis story ni kluar frm my mind. It's random!

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I rmbr clearly, the initiating culprit being me. You were entering my room, fresh from the shower. Water droplets rolling off yr body. The air, foul and impure, separated from your pure skin with nothing but a thin towel. U walked towards yr clothes, blowing in the breeze.

And yet, I couldn't resist a little one. Just once more.

Eyes locked, refusing to look elsewhere. Lips curved gently, gentle corners leading to seduction.

"Come over here."

Our eyes broke contact, if only to savour the moment. Lips stopped creasing, but only to create the moment.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

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Apa kebenda aku dh taip nih?! LoL =p

School!

Well, typed this quite some time ago. Copy paste je kat sini sbb tgh exam lg...huhuhu....

SCHOOL. This word alone sends countless Malaysian students grabbing the nearest book, running for cover, or in some unfortunate cases, turning hysteric. I’m sure that some naysayers will be exclaiming: “What nonsense!” but wait! Try taking the test below:

I confess that I’ve experienced:

Conveniently ‘misplacing’ my homework as I put on a great show of digging through my bag, knowing all too well that it’s lying at home, pure and untouched.

Wishing that Mr. Procrastination would help my assignments complete themselves.

Losing ‘quite a few’ strands of hair due to involuntary hand movements while answering a test or revising for one.

Staring intently at the exam paper, hoping for answers to magically appear while chanting curses involving the examination, examiner, and examination board.

Laughing gleefully while walking past seniors or juniors studying for a major exam.

So, how did you score?

At the very least, Malaysian parents can rest assured that their children will be well trained, both physically and mentally. Consider this: school kids have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, combat sleepiness during lessons, and prepare to sprint to the cafeteria to avoid the recess crowd. After adding multi-kilogram schoolbags, extracurricular activities, tuition classes, and other factors into the equation, I can’t help but wonder why I’m seeing more and more obese kids these days.

Mentally, these young adults gradually develop strategy-planning skills worthy of Sun Tzu’s approval. Armed with a meagre 24 hours a day, students have to juggle classes, homework, extra classes, extra homework, tuition classes, tuition homework, and yes, EXAMS. Undoubtedly, kids these days are far tougher than they look. Try touching that pint sized girl and you might end up with a taekwondo demonstration, complete with the finishing touches of her deadly fingers toned by piano, violin, and countless musical and art classes. To add icing to the cake, try taking into account that potential weapon she’s wielding (the godly HUGE sack of books!) and you might think twice before touching or even going within a 10-metre radius of her.

These days, knowing the exam format is just as important as possessing the ability to swallow textbooks (metaphorically speaking). In addition to the usual WHAT, students are also expected to know HOW to answer exams in order to score higher marks. Surprisingly, I have yet to come across a reference book on exam formats. Hmmm....potential bestselling book idea anyone? I’m sure Malaysian students will fling their novels on bloodsuckers and hairy beasts if they spot this next must-have reference material to add to their mini library at home, wouldn’t they?

All in all, we can see clearly for ourselves the multitasking, multi-talented superhumans that Malaysian schoolkids are turning into, under the kiasu pressure of our society. Makes me feel thankful for the carefree life I had in school last time. Takde la pressure melebih2 cam ni. We were more concerned over saving our ass in a game of Tan Duduk or making that jump in Tenteng, rather than pondering over our tuition schedule for the day.

Thus, the next time you see a child in a school uniform, do not take the kid lightly. That kid’s time management skills may put most adults to shame. Even that suspiciously bloated schoolbag may turn out to be his daily cardiovascular training and muscle toning tool. Now...who says our young generation isn’t getting enough exercise? Just don’t bump into that kid by mistake....a physical trashing of a lifetime may lie awaiting....

Tidak Mengapa

Akhirnya kita bertemu jua

Setelah sekian lama

Meskipun ku terpaksa

Pengorbanan masa hanyalah sementara

Tidak mengapa

Namun ku hampa

Semuanya angkara si dia

Panggilan si jejaka

Mencuri waktu kita

Ku menanti, setia

Tidak mengapa

Mampukah ada pertemuan kedua?

Atau hanyalah hampa?

Mengharapkan kegembiraan sementara

Berulang semula

Ku hanya mampu menanti masa

Tidak mengapa

Raindrop.

It's pointless, I tell myself

Embrace it, feel the rush

Cast fear aside, bask in the moment

Accelerating, exhilarating

Closing in, gaining momentum

Soon it shall be over

Yet the end is but the beginning

I shall be reborn, ready once more

Then I shall take the leap once more.

It called out to me

Beckoned, awaiting

White rays embraced lovingly

Gently caressing, reunited

I strolled slowly, tearfully

Savouring the warmth

For ages I have awaited

Reunited with The White Rod of Bliss!

But

Venomous mists, jealous

Clutching, snatching at me

In vain I evade

And yet, no escape

Whirlpools swirl in my mind

And gleefully, they succeed

Relentless, merciless

Corrupting my flesh

As my insides burned with searing pain

This giant crushed me externally

Gentle, subtle, yet brutal

Actions betraying his soft voice

Fearful eyes from far away

Gasps and sighs resonate

Fears will only rest at my death

For my pain is for their gain

And then, I fall

Deep into the darkness

Ironic, for just moments ago

I bathed in white light

A final stumble

Wings limp, yet I fly

And then, forever gone

The end.

Random Writings

Well, nothing much to ramble, bitch, whine, or crap here. Probably cz d timing's weird. Malam2/pagi2 cam ni sibuk nak taip....

I know I'm brash when I bash sometimes

My harsh words can be too much

Yet my aim isn't to maim everyone

Usually, there are only a few lonely souls

These people are the incomparable ones

They don't belong anywhere among us

It can be anything, all it takes is a blink

For these flies to spin their webs of lies

Sadly I can't conjure a useful cure

Killing this cyst, this horrible disease

For they alone can choose to atone

As their own harm lies in their palm

My interference is of dismal influence

So I shall observe and hope to preserve

What little knowledge I manage to gain

To prevent my own descend

Into the depths of which I might misstep

For I want for this to be undone

The pages replaced, faults erased

But alas! Time has passed!

You are impeached, my trust breached

I doubt any readers will grasp my acrimony

But I guess these are all just countless tests

Tough lessons showing me prevarications

Teaching me to strive for my own precious life.

I seriously dunno wat I've jz typed. Memang psycho. Kononnya rhyme tapi tak rhyme. Rangkap pun tak sekata. Ayat pun entah apa. I'd reli like 2 c whether any1 actually notices the hidden stuff, d wordplay, well....the basic meanings of the "thing" I've jz wrote above. C'est la vie....au revoir~

Beware.

I'm starting to feel the momentum

Impatiently awaiting your confession

For no good shall arise in succession

To my temper reaching its final remnant

Is a confrontation your hidden desire?

The only way to put out this fire?

Dragging yourself in this quagmire

Further provoking my building anger

It seems you only want the fame

Our bonding is just a petty game

I don't know whether to feel shame

Hurt inside, quietly maimed

How much more can I take?

Will you just continue to fake?

Don't think nothing is at stake

For now our links are starting to flake.

Ramblings of an old man...

I was lookin ard 4 sumtin 2 write & I saw d Up DVD on my PC desk (sry ah HC, nt yet return 2 u).....

Descriptive/Narrative Essay

I swear she would have enjoyed this if she was alive....screaming happily in the air, free. As if on cue, the wind whispers in my ear, reminding me that I'm not alone. How did i end up several hundred feet up in the air, stuck with a talking dog and annoying boy? Who cares? I'm too old to think about these matters.

Calm.

The wooden boards voice their dissatisfaction with creaks and groans but I can't blame them for straining under the load. After all, I am in the same predicament. Who would have thought that over the years, that young boy, full of zeal would turn into this old man struggling to take a few steps? Heck, even switching the television channel kills my fingers now.

I miss her.

The fight for dominance of the television. The scent of her shampoo as I embraced her. The light rays bouncing off her lush auburn hair. The eternal moments spent together. I struggle to hold on to the memories as my mind ages. It's like trying to keep sand from slipping through your fingers. As hard as you try, some grains eventually escape, lost forever.

I guess everyone will have their time on Earth. When they're gone, the best thing we can do is to cherish them. After all, life goes on.

Seriously boring & unpolished la dis piece. Biar lerr....saja gatal2 type abit oni ma =p

Essay: The Chronicles of a Traumatised Chick

Bored ma.....so I decided to do wat I hv always loved doing: writing. Here's an essay for you to (hopefully) enjoy!


I lie there helplessly, incapable of doing anything as he pounds into me furiously. My insides have already gone past the definition of pain a long time ago. God, what have i done to deserve this? He simply picked me from the streets like an innocent child plucking a pretty flower. Struggling against his tight grip, I fail repeatedly to obtain my freedom. Back home, he wastes no time working on me, his hungry eyes scanning my entire body greedily.

I can feel the following level of pain coming. I might just be unable to withstand this much longer. The next few moments feel like an eternity as I reminiscent my "pre-trauma" days. I was a hot chick, roaming the streets unhindered as other males ogled at me amorously. Most of them dropped their jaws. Some even had their ego dropped by me when I proudly turned them away. There I was, a pretty, stuck up, invincible youngster ready to conquer the world. Little did I know what the world held in store for me.

Yet, where am I now? My terrified mind fails to identify the strange objects around me. A shiny snake is dripping water into an large bowl with holes. I see bubbling water being poured out of a weird object as it whistles loudly. Nearby, magically blue fire dance below a flat black object, He is stripping every inch of me savagely, oblivious to my loud protests. I am sure his neighbours can hear this. Yet why aren't they doing anything? Are they used to such sorrowful cries of anguish piercing the air daily? I can't believe these humans are so evil as to allow such horrifying things to occur unhindered without a sliver of concern.

My fear and terror only heightens when his female companion appears. No, not another sadist to burn an unforgettable image in my mind! I pray for my life as she creeps silently, a large smile plastered on her face. However, the arrival of this new person turns out to be my blessing in disguise: a crucial distraction to the man. In the split second that the man's grip on me loosens, I flee for my life. Frantically flying out of the alien place, I ran akwardly, searching for a safe place: home.

My mind fails to remember how much time I spent roaming outdoors, yearning desperately for the comfort of my home. I fail to notice the stares I got from passing strangers. After all, how often do humans get to see a not-so-hot-anymore-chick roaming the streets naked, disheveled and traumatised? After what seemed like an eternity, thank heavens I managed to find my way back home.

I will never stray away from my chicken coop anymore.

Self Created Quote 28/10

Felt like not blogging so many words today.

Pointing out others' mistakes openly takes a lot of courage.
Pointing out yours openly takes all of your courage.

Crapping Asshole(s)...

Talking, talking, crap around,
Somehow tinking we're all clowns,
Pls dun tink u r so great,
Acting bossy, "holding their fate",

Dumbly imagining u sit so high,
Wait until it's time for their reply,
When u realize your mistake,
Time won't retrace the steps it takes.

Humans cry alone, so goes the saying,
But no one'll join too when you're laughing,
Maybe to you, humility's unknown,
Jz u wait til you're left alone.

Yr arrival's heralded by your stink,
Your stupid words can really sting,
As much as they really hurt our ears,
Your social future is wat u shud fear.

Pls shut up, stop the caterwauling,
Or soon you'll be left with simply nothing,
Words spread around really fast,
This warning may be your last.

Finals Poem 2

Wrote this during the 3rd paper, Programming. D f***ing lecturers couldn't stop talking behind d class (near me) during d exam. I couldn't concentrate!!!

Talking-talking, non-stop talking,
UTAR is definitely cutting costs,
One wonders who UTAR's hiring,
While students are suffering a great lost,

Lost of concentration, lost of paper,
Lecturers chatting in d exam hall,
Can u shut da **** up pls?
Dat's wat u reminded us after all!

How do we answer our exams silently,
If your voices rings in our ears?
Please UTAR, listen to our pleas,
Save us from this fear!!!!

Finals Poem 1

Felt bored during d 1st exam so I wrote this. Resembles one of my past poems.

Dust particles fill the air,
As we are drowned by a wave of despair,

Long forgotten notes shrink in the scrutiny,
As we revise what we're long forgotten conveniently,

Various letters, numbers, characters appear,
Striking our hearts with the spear of fear,

For the long dreaded time has finally arrived,
The exams are here to take our lives!!!

Low IQ !!!

Im so dumb. Reli. Im officially tarnishing d image of PTS students wif my serious case of low IQ. Lol....

My mum sms-ed me: We're eatin dinner @ legend hotel on d 1st of May. We're leavin KL on d 3rd.

Wat I read: We're havin dinner @ Legend Hotel. 3rd May.

So....dis mornin....

Me: Err mum....u'll b comin down on d 3rd & we're eatin dinner rite?
Mum: I'm in KL now!!!
Me: WTF?! (Actually I said "Wat!!" only) Ok.....we're havin dinner on d 3rd rite?
Mum: No...2day! I sms-ed u, rmbr???
Me: Ok then....
Mum: We're LEAVIN kl on d 3rd la..
Me: Ok...

Wat I did after dat:

1)Rushed around packin my stuff. I seriously tot I was goin bak l8r so I selamba jerr left my stuff lying around.
2)Washed my clothes immediately which i abaikan so lama...
3)Clear a lot of junk.

That's when I came across this scribbled on a piece of paper in my bag. Might as well post it b4 I throw d paper:

Plagued by fatigue & sleepiness,
All the energy sapped out of us,
The end of dis lecture is wat we yearn,
Eagerly awaiting 2 escape this prison.

Numbers, figures, facts appear,
Inducing d ultimate sensation of fear,
Dreams appear and our minds flutter,
Cradled by personal imagination, unseen by others.

We watch him/her ramble excitedly 2 d claz,
Painfully waitin 4 time 2 pass,
I wonder who is paying full attention?
Dat guy/gal deserves a f***ing distinction!!!

Dat ends my post 4 2day. I might b tellin u guys wat weird stuff I did ysterday.....l8r :P Thx 4 readin & happy holidays!!!! Woohoo!!!!

Parrots....

To whom it may concern:

You know who you are,
A student who deserves to be barred,
Merely an annoying parrot,
Repeating what's been said like an idiot,
Though others deserve to say something,
Every time we hear you repeating,
When others have found the answer,
It's you who fights to shout louder,
Does it make u look smarter or dumber?
Stealing other's original answers?
Yelling loudly, bullshit-ing constantly,
As if you came up with the answers initially,
I seriously want to lend you some pity,
Lacking the brain to think properly,
But unfortunately, my disgust overwrites everything,
Obviously, the others also find u annoying,
Can it be pure coincidence?
You repeating our answers after mere seconds?
Or is it your super-fast reflexes?
Trained to replay every sentence?
How I long to unite your ass with my kick,
But just seeing you makes me extremely sick,
False smiles pollute my day,
How I wish u'll b sent away,
Remove this eyesore from us UTARians,
Restore peace, exterminate this contamination,
We'll voice our thoughts, knowledge to be gained,
Not by some parrot pretending to possess a brain.

Me

For some reason....well, actually, I got 20/40 for my 2nd Maths test!!! I seriously felt like committing suicide. But thx 2 my brother (take note: non blood-related brother) who got 40/40 (congrats!), I felt that I should follow his footsteps. Why end my life when I hav d chance obtain 4 flat results & show them off in future? So, rather than grab a knife or a huge bottle of pills, I decided 2 grab my keyboard & channel my emotions into dis poem:

One moment I was on top of the world,
The next moment I fell in a whirl,
Why oh why did you betray me?
With sweet whispers tempting constantly,
False promises brush against my skin,
How I longed for its touch of sin,
Alas! A mere illusion has passed by,
To be felt but never to solidify,
Though my scars will never disappear,
I will still fight on, facing my fears,
When the time comes I shall defeat you,
Though no one will know whether it's true,
Whether the battle of my lifetime will ever end,
Til my death I will never understand,
How my life's greatest enemy,
Will always be myself, nothing but me.

Sincerely from my heart....

Yeah, I kno, dis sounds cheesy....but here's a poem I composed 4 2 great girls:

Reena d/o M.Palanivelu

&

Michelle Chua Khit Yeng

&

Any1 reading dis & feelin bad bout yr results

You kno why I did this poem. You know what happened to you. You know no one (including myself) will ever feel what you feel. But I hope you know that this is from me sincerely......

BTW, pls dun quarrel over why dis poem is 4 many ppl. Who says sharing is illegal?!

They're no reason for you to tarnish your face,
With pristine tears unmistakably full of grace,
Even though I am nothing but a friend,
I sincerely hope you will understand,
No matter what I'll be here for you,
As long as you promise you'll stay true,
Be yourself and not some other person,
Or completely transform into another's perception,
Who gives a damn what people say,
It's you who live your life every single day,
Though they may try to shape you in and out,
Just ignore them and think aloud,
One day hopefully they'll see their wrongs,
Hopefully til that day you'll still stand strong,
Deflect the knives they throw at your heart,
Just persevere never to fall apart,
Full of confidence and ready to face the world,
All you need is that little pearl,
Hidden deep down your beautiful soul,
A great story yet to be untold,
But please do me a simple favour,
Promise me that you'll never ever,
Forget the person who uttered these words,
Or neglect that inner voice you've always heard.


Thank you for reading!!! I hope I touched u enuf dat u cried. Yeah rite, Fergie sings "Big girls dun cry." To hell wif her. She isn't d president of d world. You are the president of your world. Remember dat.