Freedom Writers

Haven't seen anything great lately on HBO, until this. A must watch.
To pen down the deepest of thoughts, feelings, suffering and pain in the raw is most honest.

"Justice doesn't mean the bad guy goes to jail, it just means that someone pays for the crime."

""I don't even know how this war started. It's just two sides that tripped each other way back. Who cares about the history behind it. I am my father's daughter and when they call me to testify, I will protect my own no matter what."

What Was

A stretch of space separates us.

There were responsibilities,
choices and decisions.
There were moments of doubts,
empty spaces to fill.

I don't remember dreaming, for a while now
Was I contented with life that I need no help from within?

p/s: Happy Birthday! =)

Through My Eyes

Most would agree that people see things differently, despite the fact that we see through the same organ of vision as everybody else: the eyes.

The difference relies on the depth of understanding, regardless of subject; abstract matter, object or simply, a person. The interpretation lies far beneath the eyes, the complexities that makes up the inner workings of the delicate gray matter. Part of it lies in the willingness of the individual to accept new ideas, to be indifferent to differences. It makes up the perception. Things that a person do and how it's done gives an insight of that person.

Can't expect the rest of the world to see things the way we see it.


We are here to complement each other.

Random

Why does it gets worse when you get analytical?

What's with the formalized quest to be complete?

Or at least feel complete?

Was your own interests all that matters?

Do you feel responsible to change someone
to complete your puzzle?



Something is wrong with you when everything had to be done your way.

Lameness

I never understand why the Government needed so long to finally realize that touts have been co-existing with legitimate counters for the LONGEST OF TIME.

I don't exactly know when touts started operating out in the open, but it was already there when I was still a student. That was 6-7 years back!

As usual, the Government will somehow manage to come up with a solutions whenever they need to impress.

Something like this.


Men in Black. So, does that make us aliens?

They look like touts themselves. Behhh tonnngggg!

Source:
http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2008/9/22/central/2084146&sec=central

Over and Off

I am embarassed by the things I blurted out of the mess in my head.
My head was spinning endlessly; I was lost in a myriad of my own thoughts as a result of all that spin.
It was spinning out of control before I managed to come back to my senses, and think with a clear conscience.

All I did was to question myself.
It wasn't hard to conclude; I certainly didn't like to be a part of a x = y equation either.
In an instance, the scattered pieces fell into place, I got overboard with my words.
I need to dump my head into the sand and remain there for a while.

When someone stops believing in themselves, it affects people who believed in them.

*paws...*

Sometimes all it takes is to put yourself in someone else's shoes.

May the Blind not lead the Blind

I can tell you how some people can be so impatient/vicious.
They curse at phones, for ringing constantly.
They curse when people don't answer the phone.

Jalan jam, curse.
Traffic jam, curse.
Queue panjang, curse.
Potong queue, curse.

Double park, nevermind.
(as long as you don't block mine)

They get animated over inanimate objects.

It's no surprise Malaysians are an animated bunch of people, because our leaders are themselves birds of the same kind. The blind lead the blind.

Animated and twisted sarcasm.

Kiddy politics.

Don't test me, I shall place you under ISA arrest.

We shall cut ties with the blind leader and be a different kind of blind.

Drying Factor

I sometimes have rather harmful thoughts.

While drying my hands with the infra red activated no-touch hand dryer, I had thoughts of the dryer blowing up in my face. The sound of the hot air blowing out of the little machinery was rather disturbing. My immediate reaction was to lean back a bit, bring my face farthest from the dryer, acting defensively. Such was my reaction to it.

I shall dig deep into my sanity to see what the above mannerism is trying to imply.

Look Away

"Perhaps the person is simply looking for a piece of herself in someone else, and that person is not you. It doesn't mean that you aren't valuable, just that friends are made for many reasons, change over time and can come back together again when emotional and psychological transitions have been worked through." - July 31, 2008, CNN/Living

This particular phrase rang a bell.

Cheerios.

Same Same Difference

Do we look for similarities?
Or do we seek differences?

Familiar things sometimes leads to assumptions.
There is no one in this world who is exactly the same as you are;
no matter how much you felt so.
People are unique despite similarities they carry.
Differences invite insecurities. But then again, it depends on how you look at it.
Insecurities are just the surface of things.

I celebrate diversity.

Blessings in Disguise

My yet another brush with the mata.

I realized I am still bad at negotiations.
I paid too much attention in reading people's reactions, interpreting expressions before I try to say something. Even when all I need to do is just put my own interests first.

The word Settle didn't quite came out from my mouth.

@#%$#%$^$&^&

Thinking back, I was drowning in my own sea of emotions. It was quite a mess. Anger, disappointment; I was thinking of the aftermath, the chain of events that will come from it, and you people's safety, TL. Fearful, I don't know. I just didn't know which to express at that point of time.

Proved to be costly.

Nonetheless, still a great evening.

Thanks Nok Jie and Z.

The Appropriate Ding

I have a habit of talking about things on the surface.
Like the water mosquito, gliding on the surface of the water without breaking the water molecule tightly bonded together.

When cornered, I do not brush things off, but I can reason with you, and most of the time, it made sense.
As impulsive as I am, it is sometimes quite hard to get me to do things against my will.
But it was not in a non-sensible manner.
My mind is a logical mind (i.e. I think with facts and figures; though not entirely exclusive)

I have been tingling jiggling and fiddling with it.
I embarrassed myself for showing so little respect for it.
I've got my fair share of scoldings and nagging that I should do it: the conventional way.

It's high time I take things seriously now. I had been subconsciously suppressing all the thoughts of it, in fact I have never gave it a second thought. I just brushed them off as irrelevant.

I'm gonna learn to play the ...


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Eh ... What were you thinking?

Purr

I am fighting what's left of my internal demons.
It feels like I'm going into a relapse.
I'm still gonna fight with my soft pink paws. *paws*

Learning to let my guards down for a while.

Grrahhh..

Grey Room

Well I've been here before
Sat on the floor in a grey grey room
Where I stay in all day
I don't eat, but I play with this grey grey food

Desolé, if someone is prayin' then I might break out,
Desolé, even if I scream I can't scream that loud

I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again

Well I've been here before
Sat on a floor in a grey grey mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write is a grey grey tune

So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out yeah
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now

'Cause I'm all alone again
Crawling back home again
Stuck by the phone again

Have I still got you to be my open door
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm
Have I still got you to keep me warm

If I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
Coz if I squeeze my grape and I drink my wine
Oh coz nothing is lost, it's just frozen in frost,
And it's opening time, there's no-one in line

But I've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm
And I've still got me to keep you warm

Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah
Warmer than warm, yeah

=)

Good Morning

This morning.
27,000 feet.

On Friday, I was in Paradise.

I'm so lazy to write ...
So for one post, please allow me to be lazy..

Life is

Multicoloured