Entries for October, 2004

October 1, 2004
I'm seeing stars.....

I'm seeing stars.....
Posted at 08:16 PM

::Today's happenings::


1. Physics lab entire day...i tell ya that lab has an unsettling aura that makes me feel edgy everytime. i don't like. it's like this gloomy atmosphere's hovering by your ears saying..."you don't belong here....." or "try actually FLIPPING at the very least, a few pages of your physics text book before you come in next time....."
that lab needs more REACHABLE windows. not high ones...like those in prison cells.we need to BREATHE, goddamnit. more equipments. and...we should have goggles in the chemistry lab!!...good god, proven we need them since a few days ago we were Bunsen burning the nitrates. done with.



2. Gave in to studying in that 'claustrophobic cubicle' so we played air suling squirt battle and friggin' annoyed people off study paranoia towards the end of the day.



3. I'm SO flippin' heck proud of our miniature mummy outta loo rolls today! great first attempt. it looks so so so so so cool. What for? tsk.....



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There's a certain issue that's been nagging my.....okay, can't find anymore cool words to replace brain, but heck.

Anyways, still though, that certain issue is rather touchy, like a why-bring-it-up sort of issue. Still citizens, this is just a point of view from a fellow citizen who's just itching to make it a text-speak by herself. No offence intended whatsoever.

Straight to the point.

I've experience enough act of racism during my 4 yr stay in Europe and that, I thought, was all I would have to face in the meantime. Yup, my life there was not all lux. Boo-ya. They don't like you because you're different. Because you're come from this distant country they've never heard of (yup, most of them Brits don't know nor give a damn where or what Malaysia is. They know Singapore. So don't be bragging bout global Malaysia yet, 'cos we ain't even that far). They don't appreciate teacher taking extra care of your 'foreign kind' and so forth. Even still, there are absolutely wonderful friends whom you can really depend on to stand by you anytime disregarding where you come form. Honestly, I'll never forget them.

I believe, and this is my belief, the sense of racism or any type of discriminations lies quietly in each and every one of our hearts no mater how much we say, we are against racism. This threat isn't something you work on as you go through life. God created us of every different sizes and hues. Being humans we are, we know how to tell differences. Differences between colours, foreign features, and how we are different to them. How we are (to us maybe) much better than them. How we find it maybe a little bit harder to accept them because we've been mingling with the same 'us' all our lives, then here comes a different sort, how should we react to that?....and that's how racism is triggered. When we can see the differences, and our own nature telling us, however similar as humans we are, i still see that we are not alike.

As the matter of fact, we need not only just see a new 'type' to sense racism. Dare i say even in our very own society now, racism is empiring. No matter how many chants of 'we must be harmonious' or 'muhibbah!' we're still different. And as long as we see differences, we sense racism. What we mean by anti-racism is not to abolish the means of it . What we see cannot be eliminated. It's there. We're fair and dark. It's there. But what we should do is to realise our differences, and work at making the differences shape our mind-sets to say, "So what?.."

This issue also bore from the tendency of us to get used to stereo-types. By looking at a group of people, not savourable to our eyes, then we look at another group of people of the same nainality and then, we similarise them to what we saw before them. That's what happened to us back in Britain. For the record, Asians we claimed citizenship there act as if they own the country and of course got the Brits pissed-off, so they see us, we're of same colour...so go figure.

Look around you, it's happening everywhere isn't it? Even at school. Club committee elections and we see those with 'capabilities' and tend to shun some at the far end of the room. Is it that these people are simply uninterested?...or is it that they feel inferior towards them who claim throne, so to speak. Outside, they talk about those who are of different religions, and how one religion is better than the other. Those treated with more respect just because they LOOK better to be served than those who look like they came from the suburbs. Where can we plead equality?

Sometimes, it's the people who have the upperhand that are creating a remorseful image of their own people that makes the rest of the crowd shun the whole lot of them. Well thank you, we pay for your dirty jobs. I've had experiences in stores where they take a first glance at us, we deal for an item, and they talk to us like we're cave people, not knowing hell about what we're talking about. Sensure people, no oe deserves it. And they only go all please and thank yous after we show them IDs.

The point here is, no matter how much we preach togetherness, our physical differences create the first impression. And until we're smart enough to know where we stand, what are our rights as individuals and as a community, we'll only continue looking as shallow as th skin goes. Unless one realises one is only a humble nomad respecting the stay-dwellers, whils one stay-dweller respect the nomad as another settler, we'll stay this way.


This is just an opiniated text. No person of the living or dead was targetted in any offensive manner. Thank You







Digital Fortress Glenn Fredly - Januari


October 10, 2004
Sorry I Didn't See You Crying

Sorry I Didn't See You Crying
Posted at 11:31 AM

Volume means capacity. Capacity sees space. Space needs to be filled.



Unfortunately, I'm semi-vacuumated. Volume either escaped my inner chamber, or it was never there. Either way, it's still missing. And I'm tired of looking for it.

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~*So it's not new, that if you don't take the lard out tonight, tomorrow morning, the robins would be feeding somewhere else. The following night you still don't do it, come the next day, and the day after, and the day after. By next autumn, the bird table will no longer be of any use.

Seems kind of the wrong time to get my thoughts on Mount Olympus. Heck, damn 4 days of exams still. Olympus should be Luqman al-Hakim's advice, and the digestive system, and the godforsaken Pascal theory, and still trigos on Friday. So gag me. At least I don't bother people doing it. In fact, no need for that. I've already death-knotted my vocal cords for this. Instead, I've decided to do this silently.....like always.

Had I watched the thin line of my cowardice, I would've thought twice. But it was still pitch black, I let my eyes falter to something that needed no strong guts. In the end, I realise. I needed no guts to satisfy it. I just needed a less bitter heart. Sorry I didn't have it back then. And so today it's coming to haunt me. All I can do is to witness from afar, how much closer I could have been had I not been so headstrong and blind. I was blind. Simply because winter hardly had half a day of sun. Thank you for being so beautiful yet so cruel. You've made me set my awareness just half a decade too late.

Heaven knows how much I want to mend it. I did my wrong, but it's been time-consuming; the process of registration. Can it get any slower? I once wished that instead of not having that, why have anything at all. I had hoped for decision to make it go away. I'd rather have all, than having bits and pieces I can make use of only to an extent where I'll be craving for more. More of those I should have asked for yesteryears. In turn, I would give enough of priceless work of heart and soul. Pour my all so that it'll last till time swallows the final spoonful. And at that time, I would give my last warm send-off. Till we meet again, Godspeed.

I'm sorry I grew up before I should. I'm sorry you'll never know this. And I'm sorry I love you but didn't ever get the chance to tell you.

If I had understood earlier, we would be elseplace more embraceful than this.
Pendidikan Islam - Ting. 4 Reel Around the Sun


October 13, 2004
Mon Dieu...Merci!!!!!!!

Mon Dieu...Merci!!!!!!!
Posted at 04:52 PM

OMG!!!....1 more day...just ONE more bloody miserable day...


I don't frikkin' care...I'm not reading tomorrow......I've HAD IT, entiendo!


*~...my skin's eating me alive. It's gnawing on my flesh from the inside like them scarab beetles from THE MUMMY. Good God I was practically raking on my hands with my thankfully short nails throughout our physics paper today. Hypertension-me. It looked horrid after some good scratching, died off...then did a we're-not-done-yet round-up. Joy.




Awh yeah...I've come to realise how much fun-ner it is to organize parties...okay going's fun, but having to put up stuff, get busy and all...i like . I know planning for the fifth formers' grad-nite's supposedly suppose to be like slaving over back-breaking work for people who have nothing to do with ya...(muahahaha). But the decos are going to be absolutely BOO-tiful once all of them are up. And I MADE MY FIRST JACK-O-LANTERN YESTERDAY just for tonite!!! And for the record; Ipoh's pumpkins are greeeeeennn. *shrugs*. We made mummies, a witch, a vamp, and some other stuff...can't wait!! And a tribute to the f3s...THANX SO MUCH Y'ALL for helping. Vinne too for doing absolutely nothing just now except staring at people's faces freakily.


I'm extra stupid today.




Anyone could spare me caramel nougats...?




~retro_humanoid doesn't want to talk no more~
Charlotte Martin - Everytime it Rains


October 24, 2004
The Tudors lived it good!

The Tudors lived it good!
Posted at 03:55 PM

i get annoyed BIG TIME nowadays. prissy?. ptsk. shut it, like i care.


oh, what was that? melancholy? why, thank you! smart of you to notice.


i do NOT like kisser-ups, i do NOT like wannabe hypocrits, i DON'T fancy people who rides piggy-back on me ALL day long and enlightening me every so often with GOOD GOD, unbelievably useless babbles that i bet even nanny margerie'll start poking at you with her umbrella to make you STOP.....noise.



i'm sorry i'm not mary sunshine. but guess what? i despise mary sunshine wannabes. i, however salute those who aren't happy and not try to paint their faces yellow because THAT means, they're honest. be happy only when you're sincerely are, trust me, people can tell. i'd rather give plus points to the saddist who points a middle finger to the world than some hair-twirling-sick-in-the-head-all-smiles pretender walking down seventh heaven. it's simple really. when you know someone's really happy, it's almost like you can see a faint halo around their head and you just love being around them. you laugh with them, scream in happiness and so forth. BUT, if it's a true faker, one word.....SICKO.


another species of humans i don't favour are those who constantly act all "people know me, and i know people" or "i like that guy, now i shall tell the whole world, but not too clear-cut obviously. i'll go all show-offy until ppl go 'do you like him?'". aaargghh! *puke, barf, points finger to throat*. whatever happens to the tradition of kiss and not tell.


and to add'em all up, there's that kind of people who just refuse to slip off you're stinging back whenever you're in a ruddy mood. of course, they're concerned. compassionate about you're current emotional status. "smile!" they say; "are you okay? are you SURE you're okay? are you ABSOLUTELY CONFIRMED you're okay??" for the gabazillionth time!!! once again. those who force themselves into a shitty mood are the, once again, sick fakers who are just asking for crowd attention. those, however who are plainly agitated usually wish not to be bothered into worse irritance.


do not get me wrong. i am not an overly dramatic little nobody with overdosed paranoia, as some have already labelled. i just set myself straight. not in the flesh most of the time? well here's my big break through then.



there, that wasn't so hard was it?

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some little twerp accidentally nudged the faulty plug of the computer and the entire system shutted down last night.....so 4 of my unsaved Adobe files got erased. hurrah.


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happy stuff.




fran: living at present is better than living in the past....

me: heck no!





i'd love to be living during henry VIII's time. with them lovely elizabethan frocks and ruffs and the posh tudor accent.


oooohh.....with hot knights like heath ledgers to boot, i'm in! hehehehe...


which reminds me, like what i was telling fran the other day. i once went to York's Medieval Dungeon Museum at york (i love dungeon museums...went to loads of'em ack then) and we saw loads of torture instruments. the ones i remember are like the one wear this fake dummy man was tied onto a plank stretcher. on top of his tummy was a meshed, baseless cage with 2 rats in. the cage was weighed down so the poor rats couldnt get out, and on top of the cage was a hot bulb. and so the rats got restless and had to eat their way through the man's stomach to get out....euuughhh..lol.


then there was another one i remember at madame tussaud's where the prisoners were to be branded with huuuge steaming-red brands on the chest.


ooh...angels and demons.




~retro_humanoid's signing off leaving readers' squirming with horrified disgust and feel satisfied about it~

ta! muahahahahahaha......
Story of the Year - Until the Day I Die


October 24, 2004
ahahaha.....lookie!!!

ahahaha.....lookie!!!
Posted at 08:02 PM

look, look, look....vinne, i found it!!!

some good samaritan gave it back to me the other day and here it is!...ahh...priceless. i might put it into the mag, eh?


October 27, 2004
get my facts straight

get my facts straight
Posted at 12:29 AM

Fact1:
i'm tired sick. wagged it the entire day to go artsy. wicked.


Fact2:
my papers suckS (present tense....PRESENT TENSE!!!) major. how major? think add maths; piawai-100% [then] mid-term-75% [then] finals-43%. get that? a bloddy sickening 43. no, screw being modest about my evil score. if sharing good with people is like, last century stuff, well tada...honesty pays it good...or bad. whichever. need i mention physics? no. duhh! rhetorical question...ptsk!


Fact3:
for some moment i thought to myself today, 'am i to jog side by side academics? am i MADE to flourish in academics? i love learning, so what's flippin' wrong wimme?!'...arg. lwe. maybe i should consider professional sky-diving?...oh, wait. NO. 'cause then i need to master the theory of gravitational control and air resistance! well shave my poodle...


Fact4:
my cat started eating again. we think our next door neighbour poisoned him a few days ago (grrrrrr...). he's not been eating for three days straight and we could see his ribs and all. doctor said "oh, no no, littew kitty ate something he shouldn't have, didn't he? tut, tut." ahah! (for the record, our nextdoor neighbour hate our guts 'cause the wife's has this 'inferiority complex' issue. oooh, BIG TIME. can't stand us being happy and contented. *shrugs*. tough luck). so, since they hate our insides, the wife hates our CAT too. do the math. but then our littew kitty's starting to eat again. yay!


Fact5:
a few weeks ago, bro was playing with his stupid yoyo in the garden. sis came strutting along and, whack! it hit her upper jaw. last year, half of her front tooth chipped off completely after she fell off a wheely chair someplace, so the dentist had to plaster the chipped bit back on. so, after the yoyo incident, the plastered chipping...came off...again. dentist plastered it back on. @_@. then, after a few days, her left cheek was like swelling and hurt a lot. doctor gave painkillers and aspirins and stuff. then after a while, it 'inflated', then did a second round. so today, after picking me up from school major late, dad took her to the dentist.....once again. when she came back (i stayed in the car), had wooly pads on her gum and crying. dentist found a 'boil' sorta thing where the yoyo hit and formed an infection thingy. so...the dentist incised the infection with only mild sedative to stop the swelling. OMG, i could just imagine the horrendous, ruthless pain. eeeeuuuughh. and to think me and bro couldn't help but snigger at dinner whenever we talk about her swelling cheek. whoopsie.


Fact6:
ihavetocometoschooltomorrow........*bangs head onto pillow*


Fact7:

charlotte martin. any bells ringing? she's a young goth artist and i think she should by now get recognition as a promising newbie. i think her music is good and reflective. she talks about emotional fights, honest with her preachings on self-motivation. she writes her songs based on life experiences like her friends who committed suicied and everything. no messy crap. good music. only heard her being played on radio only once though.


Fact8:
would detention do better than social work? *shrugs*, but just to share my experience in detention though. i was tossed in with the other pervs when we were lining up after PE, this daft classmate of mine in front of me was having a go at my foot every now and then, so i paid his 'saintly' acts back and we were kind of having a go at each others' annoyance with the teacher noticing, so she chucked us into detention to do lines during playtime. i was like, HUH, i so didn't belong there. so i was made to scribble 'i must behave sensibly while lining up'. so, being the angel i was, filled up the whole front side of the paper and went up to the teacher on duty, thought he'd let me off to play jump-rope after my 'penalty'. BUT.....he merely asked me to turn over and do the entire back page too and sit quietly until the bell rang. 2nd HUH?!...my girls were waiting for me to jump-rope!...*rolls eyes*



...ahh, see, no serious proclaimations this time. no i'm-pissed-get-out-of-my-way stuff. no lectures. . great. i like.
greenday - american idiot


October 28, 2004
READ!!!

READ!!!
Posted at 05:00 AM

starting time= 4.33 am


sing me to sleep, i still won't do it before i'm done posting this. it's a must.


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i'd just like to steal this moment in the dead of night to make a brief proclaimation. this is all coming after fatedly having to watch the entire 'hari penghargaan' commotion. something i could've sworn i wouldn't have come for yesterday morning. like i said, it was fated.


in the flesh, most would probably label me as a horror on two legs. i don't care. i've always been too stupid to notice?...the fact that emotions, no,...senses fail me sometimes too often? cut short; i'm hopeless at shwoing care. i'm completely useless at telling people how much i really love them even though i really do. i don't want them to know? more like, i don't want them to know from me? god knows. so, living with the horror that i suck at doing it in person. i'm sorry i'm so horrid.


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being a person who rants most of the time. not always to people but ranting to herself maybe is bad enough, i confess, i have an amazingly wonderful group of friends around me. i complain at people being piss-offs when i've misguidedly forgotten those whom i've smiled for, those i'd laugh with even though i'm in a terrible mood, those who knows when to stand watch and when i really need them to stay next to me and watch guard or even to talk to. i am a fool to not being able to really voice out what i want and need to get people to understand, somethings that i say and do might mean what they had not expected. when i say smarties i really mean jellybeans...and yet, i know, it's my fault. i have the consent over my voice yet i choose, often, to use it in a way people tend to miscomprehend. that when i meant care, they might get as overempowering.


and here i am, talking with a hundred characters missing...


to skip the formalities, let me just say a general I'M SORRY. i'm sorry i don't say it when i mean it. i'm sorry i can't do it. i'm sorry to all my pals who have constantly tried to show how much they cared and still do but usually get a sore response from me. if i scoffed, i was selfish. cos i maybe was doubting how far your concerns can actually reach. i was selfish that i needed more proof but failed to show any from myself in return of the love. simple conclusion: i care but i don't want to show it, and i don't really want people to know...frankly.


so here's my dedications...to all my friends who felt they've never understood my sometimes selfish being, even those who have merely shrugged it off:


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siti
words fail me, but i luv ya heaps. you're one i can tell everything and not be scared of embarassment or anything like. you're a terrific listener, great company. i'll tell you now and for real, when i ask stupid questions sometimes, it was just a trigger for a convo. when i talk rubbish, it might be because i've nothing to talk about but still want to talk. when i'm not talking for a day, it's just living with the fact that i don't like to cling, but it doesn't mean i don't tell myself at the end of the day, i shouldn't have. i'm sorry if ever i've irritated you in anyway. sometimes i think i have, another reason sometimes if i don't talk for a day. luv ya.


sharon
i'm sorry i don't talk to ya much nowadays, but i prolly love ya as much as the others. like i said, words fail me. sometimes i stutter to explain myself, only reason i've always thought i explain myself too much rather than listening to others. i owe ya heaps. yo've been a wonderful listener and that's just it isn't it? i treasure listeners but i don't completely qualify as a fully-pledged one myself. i fail at showing care, to anyone for now. i'm sorry if ever i've been a nuisance. luv ya.


sam
you've showed too much of a heart, and i regret taking much, cos i might not have given equal in return. sorry i was too cold. i never asked for too much but there i have it. sometimes i'm too stubborn to talk or anything, cos i was worried of doing or saying anything that would strengthen more the fact that i don't deserve that much care. luv ya.


ee lin
i've been a pain too much, eh? lol. sorry if ever i've doubted your seriousness too much, when i've treated ya like a punching bag...too often. if ever you've been offended in anyway. really, sorry. i love ya loads for who you are. it's so goddamn hard to get people like you. you take faults to an excess height sometimes, to a point where it never was yours. of all the times i've kidded you, do not ever think i've never saluted ya in silence. you've also been but a true friend. luv ya.


ej, liana, ika
i'd never have taken the meaning of 'circle of friends' hadn't we stuck together ever since we've been stuck. people fly off to wherever they go, people change from what we know they were, but here are us. sorry for the times i've been too much to handle. luv y'all.


fran & vinne
i chose to write you two as a one cos i luv ya both just as much. and much is never an understatement. if ya asked what was the best thing that ever happened to me this year, i'd answered debate. reason being, that's when i got to know u guys. if you asked what was the worst, i'd have answered debate too. reason being, we lost, and i never got to see ya every single day and night again. knowing you guys really brought substance. it made e realise, yup, real people do exist. never was i offended by even a minute bit at anything because your honesties were truely genuine. real people like you i've found as being the best friends anyone could ever ask for beyond levels. i've never even once begin to question our differences because they don't matter not the slightest. i concur with what vinne said, "...that's the exact reason why we will still be friends forever.." after the 'hari penghargaan' closing. i'm being completely honest and with all my heart i say that i'll never trade you guys with anything. a few months only, but heck, if it's going great within such puny amount of time, i don;t doubt it'll go on. i luv ya so so much.


^v^v^v^v^v^v^


in heartfelt conclusion. im never here if that's what any of you never wanted me to be. I LUV YOU GUYS EVER SO MUCH. keep that.
Simple Plan - Welcome to My Life


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