~ChEeZyChEdDaRcHeEsE~

I have friends.I have aquiantances.A very clear cut theory: the people I cud get along..or like,would fall into the "friends" category.Whilst the ones whom I dun favour as much wud land in the "aquaintance" group; whereby sure..I know you,but no…I really cudn’t be bothered.

Enemies?I dun keep any.However,sum have been depromoted to the "total stranger" group.Whereby I consider myself as a total stranger to you.Since I don’t even know you therefore we have no business interacting in any manner whatsoever.

All these group of people I’ve segregated,each group has significantly contributed to my life experiences.I’ve met many that never walk the talk.Sure everyone has dreams,ideas & visions..but seriously,they mean nothing when they’re JUST thoughts.

I’ve met people who just lack in effort yet expect to be rewarded.With that kind of attitude,you’d never win me over.I’ve met the ‘excuses’ people.Who vent out their life frustrations yet counters ’solutions’ with meagre excuses.

I’ve met,people who I presume see themselves practising "freedom of speech".It’s a free country,I support freedom of speech..but I also believe that the things you say,shows the person you are inside.Thinking before you speak,prevents irreconciable damages.

I’ve met soooooooo many…opportunist.They’d appear once a while in your life when a ‘need’ arises.These keep the "barter trade" system going.

But I’ve also met some really,really great people along the way.I like being around friends minus the ‘pressure’ of:

-ensuring every cent spent is ‘accounted’ for

-self absorbed conversations of the I,Me,My syndrome

Being friends mean that you’re willing to accept the shortcomings of that friend.To err is human.I keep telling myself that.But to keep "err"ing in the very same manner over & over again is definitely annoying..don’t you think?

~I’m not perfect.I’m not trying to be perfect.I do however,try to be the better by each day~

can  i go away.far away.and not come back.leave everything behind me.and not think of whatever that lies ahead.call it irresponsible.deep in thought,it actually maybe the most "sensible".

Berikan Aku Cinta : Ungu (it’s got good tunes!)

Ambiguity..is not ‘attractive’.It provides nothing but futher confusion.SO why don’t we skip all this ambiguous talk & talk facts instead?Concise…direct…!Forgive my low understanding for ambiguity;I’m just not THAT intelligent.I’m only able to understand simple sentences consisting of very limited vocabulary.

There’s a "yes"…and there’s a "no"..for most things,I don’t believe in a "maybe".For most things in life,I’d like to hold onto something real,has a solid base..and is definite…atleast for once in my life…

Ungu - Disini Untukmu

Intro : G Bm G Bm

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Seandainya kau tau, betapa

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Ku sangat inginkan dirimu

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Seandainya kau tau, apa yang

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Ada di dalam isi hatiku

Intro : G Bm G Bm

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Akankah bisa ku nyatakan

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Rasa cinta dalam hatiku

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Dan apakah bisa ku nyatakan

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Bahawa kaulah yang terindah untukku...

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Masih disini menantimu

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Berharap kau akan memikirkanku

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Masih disini menunggumu

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Menanti jawaban atas cintaku

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Masih disini menantimu

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Berharap cinta kita kan bersatu

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Masih disini menunggumu

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Menanti dirimu kembali untuk ku

Musik : Bm A G G
Bm A G
  G5 F#5 E5 D5 C#5 D5 F#5 B

City green lung = whoever posted comments on how amazing the so called “forest” within a concrete jungle has definitely got really bad taste!!!Perhaps they’re not familliar to an ‘actual’ jungle.Sure there’s a canopy…which suspends like what..1 meter of the ground???And about ouh I dunno..100 metres long?And believe me the only ‘wild’ inhabitants were actually the visitors

Beaches accessible via land = also not very impressive.The fact that it’s accessible via land makes it an easy target..for people to go..and pollute.BUT with the right kinda angle,a photo shot can definitely look good..you just need to focus AWAY from all that rubbish.Another good thing to do at the beach would be to pick up rubbish,especially ones near the water.A little goes a long way..remember that relationship of man & man,man & God..and man & environment (TPD)

Total isolation = is good at times when thoughts need to be cleared…

My Dictionary

TIME IN=LATE

TIME OUT=LATE

DAY=DAY

NIGHT=DAY

BOSS=DANGER

COLLEAGUES=PASSERBYS

HOME=R&R

LUNCH=TAKE AWAY

WORK=WORK

SLEEP=WORK

EAT=WORK

BROTHER=UNKNOWN COMMAND OR FILE NAME

SISTER=UNABLE TO LOCATE FILE

MOMMY=BAK File

Verily, along with every hardship is releif,

Veriyly, along with every hardship is releif (i.e there is one hardship with two reliefs, so one hardship cannot overcome two releifs)

So when you have finished (your occupation), devote yourself for Allah’s worship

And to your Lord (Alone) turn (all your) intentions and hopes

Verse 5-8 : Ash-Sharah

Studio.I used to dread going to them every Monday and Friday. Sole motivation? The site trips. Although the purpose if it was to conduct study, I’m sure nobody actually took it all THAT seriously. Most of us just fooled around.

Burn the

midnight

oil?We literally smeared it all over and burnt with it!Being up till the wee hours or for the next 24-36 hours were a norm. Bad time management?I couldn’t agree more. But we just couldn’t be bothered now could we?

Presentations?They we’re filled with the most overly exagerrated and twisted facts possible. Sure you’ll get trashed, but all that counts is being VERY convincing.

Can I do all of that now?No. I am obligated to produce exact facts and figures. I am obligated to know the ins and outs on every little thing that one think shouldn’t really matter. Why? Because I’m "Mary’s" little lamb.

(Sing along to Mary’s little lamb)

Marhaini had a little lamb

Little lamb

Little lamb

Marhaini had a little lamb

It’s frightened & quite ’slow’

And everything that Marhaini tells

Marhaini tells

Marhaini tells

Everything that Marhaini tells

The lamb was sure to follow

It went into a lion’s den one day

Lion’s den

Lion’s den

It went into a lion’s den one day

And end up losing it’s head

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What makes this world go round,Will the answer let her down,She is so sweet & young,And her life has just begun,What does her future hold?That’s the stry left unknown,Will she make it through her days?Let our love lead the way..

Part of me laughs,Part of me cries,Part of wants to quesion why,Why is the joy?Why is there pain?Why is there sunshine & the rain?

One day you’re here,next you are gone,No matter what we must go on,Just keep your faith and let love lead the way,Everything will work out fine,If you let love lead the way..

Sitting there all alone,In the window of her room,Watching the world go by,Brings tears to her eyes..

All she sees is hurt & pain,And she wants to break the chains,She’s keep pressin’ everyday,And she’ll find her own sweet way..

Turning slings & arrows of outragoues fortunes into bullets & guns?I’d think Mr Shakespere wud be terribly offended by the use of such un-tragic verbs in the I-love-you-you-love-me-yet-in-the-end-we-both-die drama.We bare withness to the annilhilation of "optimism in love".

Hamlet.Romeo & Juliet.They all died.Perhaps it’s the best way to end a story..just kill off all the main characters.You won’t even be obligated to prepare a sequal.They’d be considered as masterpieces & be appreciated by generations to come;provided that you’ve been dead for a long time of course.Tragic..it’s the way to go.

Another method that’s often found used in infamous works (one such as J.D Salinger’s) is recurrance of a "favourite" verb..in Cather in the Rye,it was "phony".And let’s not forget,the more complex our stories or writing style gets..the more difference it’ll make.Overzealous complex verbs?Don’t sweat it…there’s a thing called dictionary.Apparently,it’s a complimentary yet compulsory reading material.

So when reading,forget about optimisim and enthusiasm..they just get killed..like any other tragic-melodramatic plots.

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And I don’t know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me

Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it’s never really over

And I don’t know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won’t worry about my timing,
I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time

Three months and I’m still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I
left my tears in but I know
It’s never really over, no

Wake up

This year,I saved myself from watching the whole procedure of korban.Unlike last year,I’d like to eat the daging korban.Curiousity, as it turns out..can be a deterrent.

As last year,my cousins gathered at atuk’s.Like any other year,I’ve been awaiting what gadgets & gizmos they’d bring along.I rely on them for technological advancements it so happens.So out comes the double screen nintendos,PSPs & Wii.They turn on the ‘zombie’ mode.When their games get confiscated by the higher authority of ‘MOM’ , they’d get hyperly restless, become disorientated & start asking extensively annoying Qs.And they’re only 5,10, & 13 year olds.

The only thing I found interesting was a built in phone watch (or is it the other way around?).Very ‘Alias’ sorda stuff which apparently costs approx RM400.The only thing missing from it was a laser & camera.Other than that one cud make/receive calls,smses & watch videos etc like any other normal phone.So to avoid look a bit crazy,my cousin has opt to use his bluetooth instead when making calls.I watch in awe (since there’s relatively nothing else to watch anyway..not on tv,not even outside..since it’s pouring).

As for my 1 year old cousins,they seem rather paranoid with the idea of being within a 20cm to anyone other than their mothers.If you do want to get close to them tho..better make sure you’ve got some really damn good cookies to bribe em.You’d see em eating at every second of the day.Bling Blings?Takes sum really..REALLY expensive shining ones to get their attention.They have this talking bubble that says "Kalau tak kaye..I tak layan punye"

In conclusion,if you’re just other average joe (or jane like me) with no grills nor bling blings nor watch tht cud make calls..you’d probably be less interesting & noticable   -_-"

Things I’d invest my money on:

1-Food
2-Really good food
3-Great food
4-Kite flying

Despite my love fo food,I’d actually pay someone to take me kite flying.I’ve made kites.In primary school it was those typical diamond shaped made of cheap colour paper, sticks & normal thread. No doubt they were made for the purpose of NOT to fly.During matriculation,for the first time we had an actual project to build a kite.One that’ll grant you merits should you’re able to make them fly. Never got to test mine out.So I’ll never know if it was able to fly.

The end product wasn’t all that neat.It was a horrendous mixture of red,yellow & black fabric drawn over with orange ‘picasso cum batik’ like design (talk about bad design fr an architecture student).Basically there wasn’t much to look at and I wasn’t surprised about the grade either.But..it was the only thing I hadn’t destroyed out of my gallery of ‘art’ work.

The only thing that made it stand out was that it was a box kite.The frame was made of hand cut bamboo and they were tied together with thin strips of them as well.It was made for real.My father was the one who had ‘engineered’ it while I stood watch.He was good at things like this…at making things.It wasn’t the only thing he’s made for us.He’s made us toy guns out of wood (using rubber & sum kinda small berry-like fruit as bullets),a fishing pole out of bamboo,he’s even sown my barbie a ‘dress’.My father..the engineer.

If I was the one who’d made the kite,I’d definitely thrown it away ages ago - hated all of my so called ‘art’ work.It now sits solemly in the store room covered with atleast 6 years worth of dust.I bet it wishes to fly..to serve it’s actual purpose..and to fulfill it’s nature of to be flown.

Personally I see a slim chance of it being able to fly.Unless for some strange reason we’re hit with a hurricane of course..But then again,that wouldn’t be considered as ‘flying’ more like ‘blown away’ actually..hahaha.And so I think it’s best for it to just sit quietly the way it is until I can figure out what I’ll be doing with it in the future.

I’ve seen people flying kites.I’ve passed them each time I’m on my way to uni or on my way home from uni.For 5 years I’ve watched them. I may not know anything about flying one,but I know I enjoy watching them.Now..I’ve lost such previlege since graduation.And I miss it.So much.

Flying a kite is a dream.It may sound silly but still,it’s a dream.A simple dream.Yet,it’s a far fetched dream.