Pause - ||

I'm on the brink of losing mi sanity.


Hittin the pause button fer a bit. Need to recollect miself, or watever thats left of it.


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Castles Made Of Sand

I have this song stuck up in mi head fer a bit now, subconsciously singin and hummin to this number all mornin. Hadn't realise it until a friend pointed out to me, like this, "Ey, yanto chai! You onie know how to sing this one line onie issit?".

Sorry buddy, cant't help it, its a very, very beautiful song to wake up to.

And its an honor fer me to share this song with u peeps. So, here u go, ENJOY!



Castles Made Of Sand - Jimi Hendrix

Down the street you can hear her scream, "You're a disgrace" as she slams the door in his drunken face, and now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.
He cries, "Oh girl, you must be mad, what happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.
Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow he would sing his first war song, and fight his first battle, but something went wrong.
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night.

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea, eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown, because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound, and she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled "You won't hurt me no more." But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY, "Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way" and it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually.

-fin-


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21st March

Wishin u a ver happy b'day, haf a good one!


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Change - Attempt 2

Change - Attempt 1

New Start Sessions. Its a 2, 1 hr sessions specifically designed by the Learning Advisers for students who have failed one or more of their subjects last year and wish to improve their results.

I was strongly recommended to attend these sessions as a part of my condition for re-enrollment. Why? Take a guess!

Ye, i was at my lowest last year. So many things happend last year. No. Actually, twas mo like a series of long going event spread thru-out the year that had me so depressed and discouraged. I'm fully aware its a silly lil excuse for the unsatisfactory performance, true, but then again, its just easier to blame all that procrastinating and sheer laziness on the afore-mentioned event, no?

So here it is, not so much a propagation, but more for miself. Its mi fault! I am to blame for mi actions! No mo shall i be that man i was last year.

I shall transcend!


Okie now, shyin away from this superly-hyper motivated mood, i bring you a u-tube vid clip that will melt down even the most solid of hearts.
Seriously, u'd be goin "Iychoo, ChOO CUTE laaaaaaa!!!".






gotta run, cookin time!


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A Hungry Man Is An Angry Man

I'm fckin hungry. And, I made a fckin mistake no hungry man should. I fckin ventured into a foodies blog. Shud've fckin stopped there, but no, fckin no, these itchified fckin hands had to go fckin clickin away leadin to many, many other fckin sites with so many, many pics of food, pics of fckin good malaysian food!
I can almost fckin taste them, but damnit, almost is not fckin good enuff now, issit?! Sighs. I'd die for a plate of good m'sian food on mi table everyday. Wtf, see, did i make any fckin sense there? I'm fckin losin it man. I'm losin my fckin marbles.





Oh, just fckin look at them. Fckin mouthwaterin innit? Like fckin literally. Kinda fckin excites the saliva glands doesn't it?

Fck. Fck. Fck.
For fck sake la wey, i'm goin home to fckin bread, spread with fckin peanut butter n jelly. How fckin awesomely shytty is that? Sighs.

Please do excuse the profanity. I am fckin hungry. That is all there is to it.


*To those out there missin malaysian food, havin no access to proper good malaysian food, i apologize for havin these pics up.

*To you, whose b'day's comin up, wishin you an advanced b'day wish, haf a good one.

*J, nxt time i see u, u r fixin me a plate of nasi lemak!


Fck Counter: 28



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All Smiles

I'm high on life. Don't ask me why? I don't know.

I got lost today on the way to the bus stop. What would have been a 10 min walk, became a 25 min one, under the blisterin, hot sun, gettin all sweaty in the process. Yet, i happily-hippidy-hopped all the way to the stop. What marveled me even more, was the fact i sat thru a lecture today, completely attentive and i think might even haf enjoyed it a lil bit. This state i'm in right this moment, doesn't come too often as i would've wanted it to. It just a random thing.

Hmm.. this endorphin shoot-up must have been triggerd by somethin, but what?

Okie, so this is my reasoning; and allow me to digress ye.

A call to a friend last night reminded me of the nice, awesome times i had in Brissy.

~*flashback*~
Had one hellufa time @ Brissy. An experience like no other. An experience so entrancing, so euphoric, that it feels like u're flyin on clouds amongst the heavenly beings. Uh, now, i know that just sounds too gay. But, ye, its impossible to put in words what it felt like. It was incredibly amazing.

Its hazy, but i remember well, how thru the night, Grants insinuated me into makin moves i'd only dream off, and i must emphasize, i'm not regrettin givin in. Nope, not one bit! If any, u should know, Grants only helped initiate my innermost desires, figuratively.

I sit here now tryin to recollect memories of those nights and i can't help but to smile and have these weird tingly feelings all over my body. Aah. I ought to stop now. If i progress, this will only turn into the gay-est post i've ever came up with.
~*flashback ends*~

Okie, so this be it. Good memories fuels a good day and being the sentimental one, this should help me get thru the year. Keepin mi finger crossed.

A note to the concernin one; I'm supa-glad of this arrangement we have. I've had no idea this will feel soo good. AWESOMENESS. Cheers to this!

gotta run,



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The Mist

'The Mist', adaptated off the novella by Stephen King. I've not read it, but watchin it makes me want to. It's about what happens when you put a bunch of people together in a confined space with bloodthirsty monstrous beings lurkin outside. Horrified, they are pushed to the limits, and the desperation gets the better of them, forcin them into makin bad decisions.
Its just funny, no, sick, how people sometimes minus the human away from the human nature turnin them into 'ugly beasts', no worse than the monstrous beings outside. But, then again, arent we all actually ugly beasts conforming to virtues set? Ponder on. And the ending, was sickly AWESOMENESS, at least i thot it was. I'm not gonna spill here, go watch.

Sighs.

Somehow, somewhat, the morals in this movie has been hauntin me for the past week, makin me wonder if i've made decisions that i'd regret in the future. I dont know! I really DONT! Maybe i've been too quick to judge, too quick to make the wrong step, or maybe i'm just fuckd inside out. AArghh.
I am doin this to miself. I'm puttin other people's wants ahead of mine one too many times. I have to start making choices.. the right ones at that. Fck, i feel like CRAP.

Sighs.

Right now, all i wanna feel is complete nothingness. Or, even better, to have my arms around that cuddly and warm lil thing and slowly fall into a deep slumber. "Silly boy", gently whispered into mi ear every now and then surely would have made the difference. Ahh, i wish.

Bwek.

It's virtually impossible doin all that, across the sea, seeing everyone around doin so much to help themselves and here i am, ramblin about stuffs irrelevance.

Sighs.

You'd say, "Go Get a Life!"
I'd say, "Hmm.. okie."


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