Last Day of 2010...

It's new year's eve today... There are a few more hours before the clock strucks twelve... Looking back at everything that happened this year no matter whether it is bad or good, i am thankful that i have learn more things... My perspectives are widen... There is now more to my mind and I'm still eager to get more of these, the experiences, the lessons, the adventures and the changes which trigger growth physically, mentally or emotionally...
Looking as the time passes by, I hope that everything will go well in the new year... the unknown road is yet to be explored... I hope that my studies will be good, my family will be healthy, I will have an interesting life over at the new place... I hope everything went well... Happy New Year Everyone!!!!^^

Rain...

Drops of water sprinkle from the sky... The surrounding temperature was colder than usual... Cars zoomed by mine... The puddles on the road was bundled up by their moving tyres... sprinkling what seemed like normal water... Then, i saw these hovered in the air forming mist of some sort... It looked exactly like the breathes coming out from mouths when they exhale during the winter...A ridiculous question suddenly cross my mind... Will snow drop in my country one day? it is extremely cool nowadays during the monsoon seasons...

The Limited Patience...

I don't care who you are or what you are... I'm just blogging in my own little space... I do not monetized my blog because i do not want it to be popular or increase the traffic in my blog... I'm having this blog just to write my stuff and to update my friends about my thoughts, recent activities and feelings... If you want to give good comments or critics just go on but writing unneccessary comments are just useless and irritating... I do not care whether u wana walk by, or drop by my blog, but u do not need to announce your presence everytime as i do not even know you... I don't care whether u walked through my blog or not!!! I don't need crappy comments and stupid messages... If u really wana increase your traffic go somewhere else not in my blog... I welcome you to read but please stop your stupid action... I do not care...I've been patient with you for quite a long time, and I'm PISSED OFF!!! get out of my blog!!!! Unless you do not know how to read English... Seriously, go brush it up... i think i've made myself very clear!!!! though i do admit my english is not that good also, but i think u should have known some simple instructions!!! A truly good blogger would have respected the wishes of other bloggers... no matter how popular u are or how good the traffic is in your blog, I REALLY DO NOT CARE!!!

Shadow People...

Shadow People - the title of the book that i had set my hands on for two days... It is good to get hold of such a good piece of narration...It talks about frustrations that teenagers faced before, now and also the future... These pressures will always be the same... Loose ties among family members... Raging hormones in teenagers usually make them think with their emotions and not their minds... Thus, they channel their agony negative... The wildness, the evil instinct to be evil to the others... The feeling that the whole world had turned their backs against him/her... The feeling of hurting and blaming others as the cause of their unspoken and suppressed rages... The writer shows how easily it is for those who have evil intentions to make use of these vulnerable teenagers to heed to their orders... The narration had also artfully describe the evil comes in many forms and disguises... Some may looked good be they are the diabolical ones, the masterminds behind the deviance shown... Apparently, angelic doesn't make one an angel... A bulls eye shot towards the unjust views of the society... This is so obvious at the end of the story as the mastermind is to serve his sentence under the juvenile category and everyone had thought that it is a pity that 'the poor boy who is a genius and a soon to be M.I.T freshman had just the worse luck to mix with the wrong group'... The others were charged for manslaughter and threats towards the security of the society where they were given harsher punishements... Those include an ex-rehab drop out who had gotten the worst penalty of all... The truth of the manslaughter attempt was actually not him although he was the one holding the gun... His conscience got better of him as he hesitates to pull the trigger... The mastermind whose heart was as cold as stone had actually made the shot by pressing the poor boy's hands so that the bullet would kill the sole witness of their deeds... Someone who looked so innocent had a heart as violent as the raging storms in Siberian Seas... no feeling of remorse filled him as he knew that he would soon be free to continue his job through the recruiting of upset and frustrated kids through the cyber world to do his dirty work... However there is a better side at the end, the others had realised their misdeeds and had gotten support from their famillies...This lesson had taught them to grow towards the rightful path in life... All frustrations can be slved through a better way if only they had open up to the people around them...

The Teddy...

She paced with her teddy... trotting down the scotching tar road, bare footed... up the road, nervous glances exchanged... footsteps were heard scrambling and hurrying away... leaving dusty specks of clouds suspended in the air... She hugged her teddy tighter, afraid that the wind might snatch it away from her very arms... For quite a long time, she had been treated this way by those who live up the streets... No longer did she bother about what others have to say about her... What she had gone through, they do not know exactly what is it or when it happened... She had forgotten when those neighbours started the way they are treating her now... She still loves the wind which smelled of fur coming from nearby farms where cows are reared in abundance for the sole purpose of commercial trade... Her spirits were still high... The rough grounds had burnt her toes numb, it felt like cold marble stone under her soles where blisters were starting to creep out... She had been taking short walks now and then, trying to leave the agony out and still holding on to the last ounce of hope towards the faith that owed her something that was so precious... The puffy teddy bear in her arms is the bearer of all the faith that she had left with her now... The sneering and terrified glances could only be melted out by the comfort of her soft toy... Only the teddy knows all her misery, tears and the long gones... The precious teddy must not be snatched away as it is the only thing which made her still clinging to her life in this world...

P/s: that is what i have been seeing in a teen who (i do not know since when) pace up and down the road dreamily on burning afternoons... Dad said that since a couple of years ago after i left for college, this same girl had started making appearances, walking pass the street in front of my house... Dad said something or someone might have been the cause of her being so not in her right mind... I feel a sense of sympathy towards her... I hope that she could one day wake up from her depression, and see a bright and wonderful life which lays so ever ready in front of her if only she could see...

People holding teddy bears should be filled with happiness not sorrows and mourns...

The Child in Me...

I have longed to go somewhere where i could release the child in me... It has been a long time since I feel like a kid again... My parents brought me to Genting Highlands... Okay, i know it is lame, but seriously, i have never been there before... I liked the outdoor theme park, but couldn't play many of the attractions because of due consideration towards my parents...They couldn't take too much of the excitement... So, i make do with two moderately exciting ones and a leisurely one...I'll definitely find a chance to go again, this time with friends who could really go crazy with... This does not mean that i did not enjoy this trip with my parents, i love it because it is my latest family holiday trip after such a long time... The air is chilly all the time... Thank goodness mum brought along 3 warm clothing... My parents said this experience would be a good short practice for me to adapt to cooler climate next year... It is indeed fun with parents too as they are quite sporting...^^

Hope...

Hope - it is the driven that could spin wonderful happiness and energy among all... Yet, could be crashed because of the unresponsive result.. Is every single item yearned for, shattered so easily in a nick of time... Nothing left to be said upon sight only hollow frames where pictures should be, laid crooked on the worn out folds of the wallpaper... are we so easily deceived by false hope? How is it so that waiting patiently and without any grumble do not do any good... should it continue till at last the corn hardens and there is no choice but to choose the choice?

I came across a nice quirky verse...
"It couldn't be too good to be true. Because good is always true and only a few true happenings are good..." It gives me a thought that people do not really believe when their luck starts rolling, they usual think that after every calm tide, there will be a storm...

My Pace...

Everything has been going well so far... It is a great holidays, at least it ease my stress for a bit although it has been pouring non-stop since the Monsoon Cup was on... A tough fight for the participants this year i would say under sudden rain and shine conditions... I was hoping that something that I had hoped for a long time come true this year though it is going to end very soon... Still, my wish had not been fulfilled... Guess i should wait till the end of this year to conclude it..

I find pleasure in doing stuffs i had not done for quite a long time such as drawing... Building my passion back... Days passed by so silently i barely knew that it is already 12th today... Still hoping that something more exciting could happened... I love adventures... However, i could not really expect much because of the sleepy hollow condition in this part of the country...

I have observed insects carrying on their lives... The ants are forever dragging along dead insect carcasses to their nest. Moving back and forth... No wonder the soil is always filled with their footsteps... Thus, the soil itself become alive with all the movements going on it... Bees collect their usual 'milk', the sweet nectar... 'milking' them from jutted flowers overflowed with pollen granules... the wind at the back of my compound was as fresh as the scent of meadows... no matter where i travel, i always find the wind that blew at this very spot, the most comforting breeze... Dad had moulded it into a miniature farm/an orchard, looks like half half to me... sadly, there are no more rambutan trees... dad chopped them off cause they were threatening to claw off the roof top with their branches... now the ample space was filled with maize plants and banana trees... not that bad... but i missed the smell of soil under the rambutan trees... a little soothing and magical smell... the soil was fat that time... it degrades now that there are no more shady coverings... Never mind that, as i am able to taste dad's crop- sweet corn which ripen just in time after i came back... yum yum...^^

freshly plucked sweet corn


dad's miniature blend of orchard + plantation farm

Another unpleasant encounter...

Why can't all restaurants and tuck shops be made non-smoking areas? Seriously if this matter could not be solve in the nearest future, the life span of Malaysians will definitely be shorten, all because of second - hand inhalation of the carcinogenic gas...
Lunch today was indeed a torture today... Though at first it was quite a pleasant meal... My family and I were having a very simple meal at a economic rice shop after settling some matters... My appetite was big because it has been ages since i get to eat at the shop again... The first few mouthfuls aroused my nostalgia... the rest was 'msg-ed' with cigarette smokes... My coughs accompanied each mouthfuls... the guys beside my table were smoking away after their meals... Mum said they were like chimneys blowing out waste smokes... affecting people around them... I really hate smokers... They thought that they helped by smoking all the cigarettes in the world which would save the others' lives, however they are actually shorten it even further... Useless smokers, burning their money which could have been used for better purposes for mere pleasure which endangers both their own and the others' lives... No wonder most smokers live longer than their spouses... This is because all the puffs have been filtered by their love ones...
Give us back a cleaner environment...