Its been awhile since i last posted a blog. It's just because there's nothing much happening here in nashville and no emo tantrums seem to come out of me lately. Stability has stepped in maybe. Or probably its just maturity. *smiles*
This blog entry is actually meant to support a movement done by our artiste in Malaysia. It just shows that in all the chaos in the world we still have our beloved country. Its actually not just a feeling meant to be felt only by Malaysians but all the people that lives in this world. Our home sweet home.. Tanah tumpah darah kita... Our "kampung halaman"... so enjoy the video posted on my blog and support the movement for a good cause..Why don't you visit their official web site while your at it here: http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/
p/s: i miss my home...
Friday, June 6, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
the peacefulness of nothing...
I've been thinking lately (working late nights makes u think a lot fyi.. ), people love what they're used to. Its a fact. An instinct. A feeling of safety and security. When we are used to things, we take it as it is and go through it quite easily with no worries. Its a great feeling and i myself likes it very much. For instance when we're with family, we feel safe and happy. No worries. We have our parents, siblings, cousins and the whole shebang. Its great and all.
The problem is, its actually bad. Firstly, when we feel secure, we often let our guard down. We cant think fast enough to cope with any sudden changes. We cant act properly according to logic and stuff in case of an abrupt change from that routine. Thats what makes us weak. Makes us cry when we lose a certain someone. Makes us feel weird when somebody does something out of the ordinary. When suddenly we have to do something we're not used to.
The other problem is, we often remember what we have and start to feel stuff. Like missing someone, missing a certain activity and other things. This makes us needy. And sometimes makes it hard to move on or accept that change.
I've been wondering of how to cope with these changes and also on how we should really react. I am still wondering. What would you do after this? when our studies end? when our relationships end? when our friends leave? when we stop working? when everything we know now ends?
The answer : i don't know.
Whatever it is i only that moving on is the best way. With the things we've learned from all the things before, it should be enough to get us through even if we're going forward without a single clue of whats in front of us. So my advise is to just be strong and move on. (should be hearing to my own advices now.)
The problem is, its actually bad. Firstly, when we feel secure, we often let our guard down. We cant think fast enough to cope with any sudden changes. We cant act properly according to logic and stuff in case of an abrupt change from that routine. Thats what makes us weak. Makes us cry when we lose a certain someone. Makes us feel weird when somebody does something out of the ordinary. When suddenly we have to do something we're not used to.
The other problem is, we often remember what we have and start to feel stuff. Like missing someone, missing a certain activity and other things. This makes us needy. And sometimes makes it hard to move on or accept that change.
I've been wondering of how to cope with these changes and also on how we should really react. I am still wondering. What would you do after this? when our studies end? when our relationships end? when our friends leave? when we stop working? when everything we know now ends?
The answer : i don't know.
Whatever it is i only that moving on is the best way. With the things we've learned from all the things before, it should be enough to get us through even if we're going forward without a single clue of whats in front of us. So my advise is to just be strong and move on. (should be hearing to my own advices now.)
Friday, March 7, 2008
the number game
its been awhile since my last post and it seems that its time to add another one to this new and empty blog. hehe. well it seems that although its spring break, time doesn't seem to get any longer even though there is nothing to do. sleeping seems to be taking more and more of my time these days.
Back to my topic, the number game. It seems to me nowadays everything comes down to the numbers, how long your last relationship was, how many broken bones you've had, how old you are (note: thanks to those who wished for my birthday!), how many A's you've got for your spm and the list goes on. Yes, i know it matters, but cant those stuff be personal? A thing that is just on a need to know basis... there is a reason for it to be called personal (mind your own business people! ) but still everything comes down to those numbers. Geez, i seem to be loosing in so many ways in the number game. But what the hell, no one knows my actual numbers.
on another note, another important thing involving numbers will be out soon; the general elections in malaysia and also the general election for the MSAV. to all the people involved, good luck and may the numbers favor those who really deserves it.
Back to my topic, the number game. It seems to me nowadays everything comes down to the numbers, how long your last relationship was, how many broken bones you've had, how old you are (note: thanks to those who wished for my birthday!), how many A's you've got for your spm and the list goes on. Yes, i know it matters, but cant those stuff be personal? A thing that is just on a need to know basis... there is a reason for it to be called personal (mind your own business people! ) but still everything comes down to those numbers. Geez, i seem to be loosing in so many ways in the number game. But what the hell, no one knows my actual numbers.
on another note, another important thing involving numbers will be out soon; the general elections in malaysia and also the general election for the MSAV. to all the people involved, good luck and may the numbers favor those who really deserves it.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
The matter of the heart
Well.. have u ever heard of a story of the heart?
Theres this one story that i read in an article one time way back when i was in high school. The story goes like this:
A young man came up to an old man and was curious by the conditions of that old mans heart, so he asks, "Why is your heart is so ugly? its full of patches and holes and consists of numerous colors.". The young guy went on and boasted that he had a beautiful heart with no holes or patches and is a fiery red in color. It even beats unfailingly every second without fail. The old man just laughed. The old man then turned around and asked "Have you ever loved anyone before?". "No." the young man answered. Thats when the old man said "Well then, your heart is not perfect at all." The young man was confused by this answer and asked the old man what makes his heart so special when compared to his. So the old man answered, "My heart is perfect because it went through a lot and still kept beating for him.". The old man went on and explained that the patches were from old loves and friendship. Every time he loved someone he gives a piece of his heart to that person. Sometimes he gets a part of the persons heart in exchange and sometimes none was given back. That is why his heart has holes and patches. The colors are from different kinds of love he received. The love from his parents were of a different color when compared to his teachers. His friends love are different colors when compared to the love he received from his lover and so on. His heart sometimes stops beating because he was reminded of an old friend or of his long lost family members. And sometimes just stop because of the beauty in the hearts of his children and friends. His heart was perfect. He experienced every type of love and heartache imaginable and still lived. The young man was then stunned. He never thought he was so selfish when all this time he was only thinking of his heart being perfect. So he rips a part of his heart and gave it to the old man and the old man did the same thing in return.
So the moral of the story is, heartbreaks and love stories are things that make us human. Our GOD, Friendship and family are all the things that make our heart beat through hardships and times of happiness. It builds us up to be a better person and gives us experience that we can never get in any other way. I hope you have at least loved once for loving is never a waste and a person who never loves is not a person at all.
Theres this one story that i read in an article one time way back when i was in high school. The story goes like this:
A young man came up to an old man and was curious by the conditions of that old mans heart, so he asks, "Why is your heart is so ugly? its full of patches and holes and consists of numerous colors.". The young guy went on and boasted that he had a beautiful heart with no holes or patches and is a fiery red in color. It even beats unfailingly every second without fail. The old man just laughed. The old man then turned around and asked "Have you ever loved anyone before?". "No." the young man answered. Thats when the old man said "Well then, your heart is not perfect at all." The young man was confused by this answer and asked the old man what makes his heart so special when compared to his. So the old man answered, "My heart is perfect because it went through a lot and still kept beating for him.". The old man went on and explained that the patches were from old loves and friendship. Every time he loved someone he gives a piece of his heart to that person. Sometimes he gets a part of the persons heart in exchange and sometimes none was given back. That is why his heart has holes and patches. The colors are from different kinds of love he received. The love from his parents were of a different color when compared to his teachers. His friends love are different colors when compared to the love he received from his lover and so on. His heart sometimes stops beating because he was reminded of an old friend or of his long lost family members. And sometimes just stop because of the beauty in the hearts of his children and friends. His heart was perfect. He experienced every type of love and heartache imaginable and still lived. The young man was then stunned. He never thought he was so selfish when all this time he was only thinking of his heart being perfect. So he rips a part of his heart and gave it to the old man and the old man did the same thing in return.
So the moral of the story is, heartbreaks and love stories are things that make us human. Our GOD, Friendship and family are all the things that make our heart beat through hardships and times of happiness. It builds us up to be a better person and gives us experience that we can never get in any other way. I hope you have at least loved once for loving is never a waste and a person who never loves is not a person at all.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
my first thoughts..
This is my first official post actually... so here goes.
First things first,
the thought of writing a blog has always intrigued me. So I was wondering whether this is a good thing or a bad one. The ability to just tell people how you actually feel is rarely available in every individual out in the world, so mostly I envy those who can. Telling others how you feel is always a great feeling, but sometimes it hurts right? so this was my question... I don't need an answer now. But i hope I'll know about it under good circumstances.
The second thing is about me...
Well, people tell me this, people tell me that, but one thing for sure... my emotional trait has always been criticized.. hehe... but what the hell right... It's true, i cant deny. But the great thing is, for you people out there, I'm in a happy mood today.. hope it stays for quite a while...
First things first,
the thought of writing a blog has always intrigued me. So I was wondering whether this is a good thing or a bad one. The ability to just tell people how you actually feel is rarely available in every individual out in the world, so mostly I envy those who can. Telling others how you feel is always a great feeling, but sometimes it hurts right? so this was my question... I don't need an answer now. But i hope I'll know about it under good circumstances.
The second thing is about me...
Well, people tell me this, people tell me that, but one thing for sure... my emotional trait has always been criticized.. hehe... but what the hell right... It's true, i cant deny. But the great thing is, for you people out there, I'm in a happy mood today.. hope it stays for quite a while...
Monday, February 4, 2008
new beginning
well this will be a new journey... stupid friendster needs money from us to publish our own thoughts... so this is where the words will now pour... hope it will be a good and entertaining one...
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