Hi. I went on a mini blog-fast. To purge my paranoia of having my words on the world wide web. Was being discomforted over how those who lurk into these pages can manipulate, regurgitate, wrongly-translate, extrapolate and speculate on my words.
But you know, I can’t control that so….
I don’t give a baboon’s balls anymore.
Part of getting by day to day is a dose of ignorance. Just a dose.
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So …I’m ready to ramble now.
Bro was showing the photos he took in Hong Kong last week. There was a photo of some sign at some dark back alley (I think) which said this:
“When a thought crosses your mind, does it like what it sees?”
Whoa. *shrug*
I asked bro to take some glam shots of the dear old Honda before we give it away. YAY. We’re gonna decorate the Accord’s tombstone with a well-deserved respectable photo that’ll keep us coming back to pay our respects. Haha.
By the way, life seems to be kinda airy lately. Like a Marge Simpson wig has been lifted off my head. (well yea I did get a haircut, just a tad, but no that’s not what I’m referring to)
One more paper and then the holidays.
OH, I got a hari raya card all the way from Indonesiaaaa. And from someone unexpected. Nevertheless, it's the cutest raya card ever and nice to know I'm still thought of after all these years and all the way from over there. rufus.
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Today I learnt that it’s not about discerning the other, it’s about discerning myself.
Who they are is how I see them to be.
Life’s a breeze, wanna share my air?
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 02:50 a.m.
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Monday, November 7, 2005
and you'd speak of your loved ones as I clumsily strum my guitar....
Laura: Don't you get tired of assuming the worst in people?
Jack: No, I just get tired of being right all the time.
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Contrary to popular belief (ha. ha.), I'm not that nice.
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Please don't pretend you don't see the cracks. Your oblivious-ness infuriates me although it's not your fault.
I have a letter to you, with no address.
was gonna show it to the world but thought it unfair.
but then again, I lost track of what's fair and not.
tell you what..I'll just sing. heh. :
I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks
and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises,
your love is gonna drown
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y'know I could use me some Lemsip. This cold is not helping the midnight oil burning. But whose fault is thatttt? The drugs don't work, they just make me worse.
(but you know you'll see my face again) heha.
stop tugging me. (this post has been edited countless times)
I dunno how to blog/block anymore. wasting my time...
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:16 a.m.
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Friday, November 4, 2005
packet me some.
Ok, here's Sudirman's "Dari jauh ku mohon maaf" at Shazzz's request.
*places kleenex by the side*
This is Sharipah for Shazzz's dad. luv.
I had a fun first day of Raya. As usual, everybody's dressed in their best with such "tak nak kalah" fervour. Every year i'm reminded that i have such a gorgeous-looking family. ahahah.
anyways, the first day of Raya is the bessst coz it's the day that i get the most moolah from my gazillions of aunts and unclesss. Heng ah, I'm still schooooling, thus, still deserving of them money packets. =D
I've always been intrigued with the many variations of "green packets" (although, yes i'll admit, i'm more intrigued by its content). Here's my top 3 fave packets from the first day.
No. 3: the product-endorsed packet
It says "Vitagen. Less Sugar. (and oh by the way, selamat hari raya)"
No. 2: the displaced packet
I'm kinda used to getting at least one red packet every Raya coz i've an aunt who uses red packets for any money-giving occasions. (p.s: this was the biggest packet, physically and umm..content-wisely =D)
No 1: the NO-PACKET
and yea nothing beats seeing the money in the nude...this is my fave, because i don't like beating around the bush. wahahah.
and of course there's always that one packet of comic. I guess it deserves honorable mention.
it's quite funny.
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ok i'm off. i can't wait for my aunt's yearly roasted lamb for dinner. dont ask me the status of my 301 revision. i foresee a Raya-filled weekend. i'm screwed. but hey, Hari Raya comes once a year, exams twice a year. so....
ok i dunno where i'm going with this logic but i know THIS: You Only Live Once.
ta.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:34 p.m.
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Thursday, November 3, 2005
anak melayu.
This song is dedicated to Shazzz. Sorry you have to spend raya at ozzie-land (or maybe not that sorry since you get to catch all those gigs you'd never catch in SG and shite over therrre. wahah.). Anyways, suggestion: why doncha make those mat sallehs wear some samping and ronggeng to this song?
I wanted to dedicate S.Jibeng's "Musafir di Hari Raya" but yan said she wants to serenade that to you at the airport when you come back, coz shes got the S.jibeng shades and moves to a T. =D
I'm not feelin' it yet. Just got back from work and am finishing up an assignment due on Friday coz I sure as hell am not gonna think bout homework on Hari Raya. so..mm hmm. Tomorrow, I'll feel it tomorrow. eh wait..it's already tomorrow...........6 am, I'll feel the raya vibes at 6 am.
To all friends and non-friends (sorry handphone bill's escalating, will have to wish yall here)
Selamat Aidilfitri.
For all my wrong words and careless actions,
for unnecessary hurt and unasked permissions,
Pleeease forgive meeee. Sincerely, Maaf Zahir dan Batin.
*clasps palms, sneaks in a zapin move and bows*
peace.
I'm goin blue this raya, whatta bout choo?
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 01:35 a.m.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2005
hot hot heat
what if...
what if you found out that the serial killer that's been making newspaper headlines recently for brutally murdering young girls, is a boy you once knew in primary school.
And that 10 years ago, you wrote in his autograph book,
"Wishing you all the best in your future endeavours, put your heart and soul in all you do."
hah.
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anyways, i swear the sun is out to make hari raya kuehs out of us all. It's not just hot, it's beyond hot, its piercing through my pores kinda hot. It's toasting, i can almost hear my skin sizzle kinda hot. It's H-O-T.
and now that i'm at work, it's freezing cold. I don't know how adaptable my body is to different temperatures but i just would kiss the ground for air-conditioning. weeeheee. Oh and craig david's keeping me company. haha.
now that my bankruptcy streak is over, imma cut ma hair. But i lost my hairdresser's name card and i forgot his name. How ah.
anyways, Happy Deepavali yall. It's awfully quiet for a public holiday.
these words I write to keep me from madness @ 05:27 p.m.
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